AN: So I rewatched the Season 2 valentines episode cause I'm a geek with nothing better to do and I realised that I really didn't like how Santana was left all sad and single. This is what happened in my head. A little bit smutty, possibly reads like a romance novel except minus Reginalds quivering member. Please enjoy. Reviews are love.

Santana's Upset. No scratch that she's fucking furious. How could they do this to her? Puck's refusing her clearly superior sexual advances to make time with the white rhino and Brittany hasn't let her touch her in weeks. It's goddamned frustrating in every sense.

The little scenario she devised to infect Finn and Quinn with mono had achieved absolutely nothing. Add to this the physical smack down with Zises and the verbal trashing she'd received from all of the Glee club, Santana is at the end of her rope. She's just about ready to curl up in bed with Ben, Jerry and Jack. The icecream to help ease the shame of being beaten down by Zises and the alcohol to help her recover from losing a verbal confrontation with Rachel Freakin Berry. Normally she'd get her cuddle on with Brittany to recover her self esteem but Britts has made it very clear that the gentle hand on her shoulder in the halls of McKinley is as good as Santana is going to get right now.

Santana honestly has no idea what gets her to Breadstix for Kurt's valentine's sing along. Presumably it's one last vestige of pride. A flicker of self respect that wont let her wallow in self pity. Even if she is a hot seventeen year old who is inexplicably single on valentines day, she wont allow herself to sink into despair. At least, not yet anyway. There is actually a chance that she could score a little physical comfort from someone at breadstix. She knows that Sam is going to be there. Not to mention all of those Dalton boys that Kurt is bringing with him. She honestly has no idea if a single one of them is even a little bit straight but she guesses she'll find out.

Pushing through the front door of the restaurant, she brushes past the staff members who at this point have learned not to make eye contact with her anyway. She takes a seat in one of the small couples booths and fixes the pink bow she has tied in her hair. She blatantly ignores the coupley mess that is Britt and Artie's table, throwing a half hearted glare at Puck who's sitting with Zises.

Sam is sitting alone at a table near the door and she briefly considers making a move there. But honestly, she's kind of still hoping that the mono plan will work on its own and she wont have to get directly involved in Quinn's break up. Plus that guppy mouth of Sam's is still taking some getting used to.

Speaking of oversized facial features. Rachel Berry walks in and sits in the four person booth on the other side of a low wall from Santana. She's looking decidedly dejected at her valentines singledom. Santana hates that for at least tonight, she has something in common with Rachel Berry.

Rachel is still wearing that uncharacteristically pretty blue-green dress. Santana couldn't help but admire it at least a little when Rachel sang her Katy Perry number earlier. It's still vaguely age inappropriate but at lease she doesn't look like a toddler or a grandmother. For some ridiculous reason she had pared the dress with white tights and Mary Janes but Santana has learned to use her imagination on days like these. She's seen Berry in Gym so she knows that there are some smokin-hot legs that even Berry's obnoxious personality can't entirely obscure. It's surprisingly easy for Santana to imagine Rachel in that dress with bare legs and some sexier footwear.

When the Warblers start up with the first notes of a song she recognises she can't help but smile. They're really a pretty talented bunch of boys even if Santana would never admit that to a single one of them. She glances at Rachel and her smile remains in place when she sees that Mercedes, Mike and Tina have joined her. Rachel turns to her and returns the smile hesitantly. She's been giving Santana some room after the way she reacted to her offhanded stripper comment. Santana hadn't expected to break down. Honestly it's nothing she hasn't heard before, in fact she's heard worse from her own parents. There was just something in the way that Rachel had said it on that particular day. Who knows, maybe it was just some wayward PMS that caused her to break down so easily.

Watching the boys from Dalton, Santana waits for one of them to catch her fancy. There isn't much really. They can sing but most of them have some seriously unfortunate gay face going on. She doesn't want to assume that they're all gay just because they're in show choir but at the same time, she's not sure if she could actually have sex with any one of them if there's the slightest possibility that they might be thinking about guys while it's happening. Santana grimaces at that possibility when she spots a tall blonde boy that could work. No sign of gay face even in the midst of all the singing and he looks like he's pretty strong, maybe an athlete of some description.

Santana thinks that this could work and she just needs Kurt to introduce them but then. Dammit. Blondie boy has a girlfriend with him complete with loving family. Fucking hell. She glances back at Sam again but sees that he's texting with someone. By the sappy expression on his face it must be Quinn. Maybe tomorrow they'll finally break up. But for now it looks like Santana will be spending the night with her old friend Jack Daniels.

She leaves the restaurant with all its disgustingly happy occupants and walks towards the bottle shop. She pulls her fake ID out of her bag hoping that she wont need it. She pulls the pink bow out of her hair and unbuttons her jacket. She runs her hands up the front of her body, pulling the hem of her skintight dress higher up her thighs. She tugs at the top of the dress and makes sure her cleavage is on full display. Her new boobs may have gotten her dropped to the bottom of the Cheerios pyramid but in this moment she feels that it's all worth it. She's slowly climbing back up to her rightful spot at the top of the pyramid and the shit she gets away with simply because of the overspill of flesh on her chest is unbelievable.

Sure the recovery had been pretty awful and she's pretty sure that she may have said some regretfully truthful(read: declarations of undying affection)things to Brittany in her drug haze. Sure she lost a huge chunk of respect with Coach Sylvester. She may even lose a certain sliver of self respect every time she uses the physical assets God and Dr Friedberg gave her. But it's moments like these when she walks into a bottle shop with her head held high that she thinks it's all worth it. Santana side-eyes the guy behind the counter as she approaches the shelves containing the hard liquor. He's staring at her chest so she picks up her bottle of Jack Daniels and a bottle of vodka for good measure. She knows this guy wont be looking at her face any time soon and she probably wont even have to pull out the dodgy Hawaiian drivers license.

She approaches the counter. The guy is still staring squarely at her chest, only looking away long enough to scan the bottles and put them in a bag. Santana pulls out the correct money and throws it on the counter. People are awful, she concludes as she walks away with the alcohol under one arm.

"Santana." she nearly has a heart attack when someone suddenly says her name from beside the door. She whips her head to the left and glares at the person stalking her in front of a liquor store.

"Fucking hell Berry, lurk much? You gave me a freakin heart attack."

"I apologize for startling you Santana. I noticed you leave Breadstix alone and I thought now would be an excellent opportunity to speak with you."

Santana had no urge to hear any of Rachel's inane, self obsessed rambling so she ignored the girl and stalked away towards her car. "You have the time that it takes me to get to my car to say whatever is on your mind Smurfette."

Rachel yelps and leaps away from the wall when she realises that Santana is serious. "Well Santana I wanted to speak with you at length if I could but I had to wait for you outside because I didn't want to 'blow your cover' as it were."

"What the hell are you on about Berry?"

"Well I know that you are underage so assumed that you were engaged in some kind of sophisticated ruse in order to obtain the alcohol which you are now presumably carrying. As much as I don't approve of your underage exploits I felt that it was your choice to engage in such an activity and I therefor didn't wish to get you in trouble by appearing by your side since two teenagers in a liquor store is much more conspicuous than one."

"So you didn't come to talk me out of drinking?" Santana rolls her eyes.

"No I came to aplologise to you."

"And what could you possibly have to apologise for? Your personality? Because I'm not sure if I'm ready to forgive you or your parents for that."

Rachel ignored the barb, "Actually no, I came to apologise to you for what I said the other day about your future employment prospects."

She meant the working on a pole comment. The one that had Santana inexplicably bawling in the corridor. "Don't bother Berry, it's already water under the bridge. In fact it's pretty much a hydro plant right now because I really don't give a shit what you think."

"Is that why you left the room crying?"

She had a point but Santana felt no urge to concede it since she had reached her car and would soon be at home with her happy supply of alcohol.

"Look Berry, you can think what you want," Santana has to dig through her bag to find her keys. "But right now I have a date with a bottle of Jack which means that I don't have time to listen to you wax poetic about your feelings for—" Rachel had started walking away from her, down the length of her car. Santana was mildly disappointed that Rachel hadn't persisted a little longer. "What are you doing?"

Rachel ignored the question and continues walking. Santana rolls her eyes, resisting the inexplicable urge to follow her. She presses the button to unlock her car and opens the back door to throw the alcohol under the seat. She doesn't need to get pulled over by the cops with two bottles of hard liquor rolling around on her front seat. When she straitens up she sees Rachel directly opposite her opening the passenger side door.

"What the hell are you doing Berry?" Rachel ignores her and flops down into the passenger seat. "Seriously Smurfette, I don't have any patience for your Gargamel baiting tonight." She's getting flustered as she gets behind the wheel and puts the keys in the ignition.

Rachel giggles, watching Santana, "Does that make you Gargamel Santana because I'm not sure what that says about your self esteem in this moment."

Santana just rolls her eyes, "Would you please just leave me alone."

"Not until you accept my apology," she pauses, glancing towards the backseat. "And promise that you wont be drowning your sorrows in alcohol tonight."

"Just get out of my fucking car Manhands." Santana hadn't been using these kind of insults lately partly because she had grown out of the desire to tear people down with gender based slurs, and partly because she hadn't been able to help but notice that Rachel was not in the least bit manly. Strong and defined features certainly, but definitely very feminine.

"Wow Santana,I haven't heard that one in a while," she picks her hands up from her lap and holds them out in front of her. "I thought you must have finally noticed that my hands were actually as petite as the rest of me. Or I hoped that maybe we had moved past that unpleasantness having bonded over Glee club. I guess I was wrong on both counts. Or is it because I really did hurt your feelings so much that you now feel the need to hurt me in return?"

Santana remains silent, gripping the steering wheel hard and counting to ten. She'd been forced to see a counsellor after a little incident involving a slightly bludgeoned opposing head Cheerleader earlier in the year. The counsellor had decided that Santana had some anger management issues and even though the useless old woman had so far failed to help identify or resolve any of her issues, Santana had started practicing some of the techniques to keep her temper in check.

Reaching ten Santana turns to Rachel who is looking so fucking ernest it hurts, "Look Berry, if I tell you that I'm fine and I forgive you will you get out of my car and leave me alone?" Rachel hesitates a moment before nodding. "Fine, I forgive you and I'm fine. Now get out of my car."

Rachel just shakes her head. "No, I don't believe you. And I suspect that the bottles of alcohol currently under your seat are going to be substantially more empty in the morning. And quite frankly I don't want your alcohol poisoning on my conscience."

Santana doesn't know what to say. Rachel is actually reaching for the seatbelt and settling into the seat. "Are you kidding me right now? You seriously want to what, come home with me right now? Do you even know where I live? What about your car?"

"My Dads dropped me off so I don't need to worry about my car. As for where you live, I've heard you say quite a number of time that you live in Lima Heights Adjacent. And that is actually quite close to where I live."

Santana just shakes her head. She'll take an empty house and a bottle of Jack over Rachel Berry's company any day, "No, I'm not taking you to my house. There is no way."

"Why? Is it because Lime Heights Adjacent is less 'Lugar donde suceden cosas malas' and a little more 'Lugar donde la gente rica jugar al golf'? Because I'm afraid that I already know you to be slightly less ghetto than you wish to appear."

"Screw you Berry, Lima Heights Adjacent is not where rich people play golf. Hang on a second. Since when did you speak Spanish?" Santana is completely stunned. She had no idea Rachel could even understand spanish let alone that she could speak spanish fluently. So fluently that Santana barely even noticed the slip out of english. It was like being at home when her parents would slip easily between Spanish and English and Santana just had to keep up.

Rachel blushed just a little, "Well it's kindof my fallback if my broadway dreams fail to be fulfilled." Santana has to fight to hide her shock. She always thought of Rachel as being naively dedicated to her dream. That she would never even consider failure as an option. Yet here she was admitting to Santana of all people that not only had she considered that she might fail, but that she had a backup plan.

"Your backup. You plan on becoming a concubine to a spanish drug lord?" Santana can't help but tease just a little even though she is fascinated. Even Mr Schuester who is meant to be teaching the subject barely had a grasp of the language. Yet here was Rachel, a girl apparently destined for New York, just blurting out the words like a natural.

Rachel glares just a little, "No, although I'm flattered that you think that I could become a permanent escort for a high powered business man," she smirks a little and Santana is—once again—surprised at Rachel's easy humor, joking about her potential involvement in the sex industry.

Rachel continues, not waiting for any acknowledgment of her joke, "My Daddy is a bit of a sucker for Spanish soap operas so I've been watching them since I was a small child. When my Dad heard me speaking Spanish he...well at first he tried to convince my Daddy to stop watching those shows with me around but then he realised how useful it is to be bilingual in today's multicultural societal landscape. I took lessons for two years and the rest as they say is history. I'm afraid my vocabulary is fairly limited to certain phrases useful only in the most turbulent of emotional times. Things like Oh Ronaldo por favor no me dejas así or even Yo estoy enamorado de mi padastro. But I'm quite proud of the authentic accent I've managed to cultivate." Santana can't help but laugh especially with Rachel fluttering her eyelashes when muttering her absurd spanish phrases. Rachel smiles as she finishes explaining, "So my fallback should my Broadway dreams be dashed is Spanish soap operas. More specifically staring in."

Santana blinks at her, trying to get a grasp on the girls sincerity. Rachel just waits for her to speak again. Finally after at least half a dozen blinks and several silent moments Santana bursts out laughing, "I had no idea you even knew how to be funny Rachel Berry."

"I'm actually quite serious Santana," Rachel is blushing thoroughly now, "That's why I don't tell anyone. Except now I've told you I suppose everyone is going to know now." she pouts.

The look on Rachel's face just makes Santana laugh even harder. She decides that maybe Rachel Berry's company could be better than an empty house after all, "Okay fine. I guess you're coming home with me," she clicks in her seatbelt and turns the ignition. "Just so long as you know that you literally asked for this mi pequeña estrella."

She laughs heartily as Rachel rolls her eyes and double checks her seatbelt is definitely clicked in place. An easy silence settle in the car as Santana pulls out of Breadstix. She finds that she doesn't mind the other girl being there so long as she isn't speaking. She takes one hand off the steering wheel to fiddle with her stereo. There is a top forty station tuned in and when she turns it up she realises that they're playing Journey. She glances at Rachel and sees that she has scrunched her nose up at the song playing through the speakers. She quickly switches to the CD in her player. She usually plugs her mp3 player in as soon as she gets in the car but she still has a few CD's floating around. She likes having the album artwork handy even if the only time the CD gets a play is the first time it gets loaded to her iMac.

The stereo whirs to life and Santana rolls her eyes at the archaic technology. Having to wait for a spinning disk to be read seems so pointlessly slow when compared to the solid state drive in her MacBook Air and her iPhone. Finally the music starts and Santana turns the volume even higher. She glances at Rachel and realises that she is singing along.

"You like Cat Power?" she asks and kicks herself for engaging Rachel Berry in conversation again.

Rachel nods enthusiastically, "Yes I do and I'm surprised you know her actually, since I had made the assumption you were more a top 40 type of girl—"

"And how would you know anything about the type of girl I am Rachel?" Santana instantly snaps, cutting the other girl off.

"You just called me Rachel."

"Would you prefer Man Hands?"

"No, I just...I mean...You've never..."

"Spit it out Smurfette before I drop you on the side of the road."

Rachel gulped, "I didn't mean to insinuate anything offensive, I just meant that going by the songs that you sing in Glee there seemed to be a typical style. As much as your voice certainly lends itself to Amy Whinehouse and Tina Turner I might have thought that you would have found an opportunity to sing some Cat Power if you knew her. Certainly the sultry timbre of your voice would make for a very...sexy rendition of any one of her songs."

Santana can see that Rachel is blushing again and feels her ire fade. "Yeah well, I don't see you making much effort for anything outside of show tunes," she thinks of what Rachel sang in Glee that day. "And Katy Perry."

Rachel nods again, "I guess you have a point there."

Santana glances over at her, "Less than ten words and you're done? Have I silenced Rachel 'rambling sentences' Berry?" Once again Santana is kicking herself for encouraging a response.

"While I can concede that I have been known to speak in over long sentences, frequently involving words normally relegated to college classes discussing political science I believe that I have learned to express myself in a way which allows my fellow classmates to understand my meaning in most circumstances." Rachel takes a deep breath and then laughs.

Santana realises that she is laughing at herself and raises an eyebrow as she looks over at her passenger, "Yeah I guess you're still working on that, huh. Although I'm not sure why you would bother. I mean you'll be leaving all of us in the dust when you leave for for your Broadway dream anyway right? I thought you didn't care what other people thought about you."

Rachel looks at her like she's not sure if she's being serious, "I'm not sure if you've noticed Santana but I have something of a pathological need to be popular. Look at the boys I've dated. Finn, Noah. Do you think I pick either of them for their charm?"

Santana can't help but laugh at that, "No I guess you didn't."

"Not to mention that I got well and truly sick of seeing Finn's eyes glaze over every time I would speak to him."

"Yeah I'd imagine that would get pretty old pretty fast. I can't say I actually spoke to him that much—" she cut herself off as she remembered the fallout from the revelation that she and Finnocence had slept together.

"No I don't suppose it takes much to get a sixteen year old boy to jump into bed with you."

And now things are really fucking awkward. Santana congratulates herself on her ability to run a conversation into the ground. Then she remembers that she hadn't wanted Rachel there in the first place.

"Look, Berry I can just drop you home and we can forget all of this. I mean its not like you really have to apologise to me after all the crappy stuff I've done to you." She tries not to grimace as she realises that what she said almost sounded like an apology. Santana Lopez does not aplogise. Not even to Brittany. Unless she really hurt Britt's feelings. Or if Britt withheld sex over something Santana did.

"Are you still planning on drinking that alcohol Santana?" Santana just looks at her. "Then I'm coming home with you."

Santana sighs and turns the volume on the stereo louder to drown out the silence between them. She concentrates on the road and pulls into her neighborhood shortly after. She glances at Rachel a few times as they pass some of the larger houses(read: mansions) in Lima Heights. The truth is that while Lima Heights Adjacent is on the wrong side of the tracks it's not actually where Santana lives. Her Abuela lives there so she does know that neighborhood quite well. She'd even gotten involved in some nasty scraps as a kid there. Mostly just hair pulling but it totally counts. Where Santana lives now though with her parents is the adjoining suburb of Lima Heights which is one of the newer developments in town with some of the largest McMansions Lima's ever seen.

When she stops outside her house the windows are all dark but the street lights are bright enough for Rachel to see exactly the kind of place Santana lives.

Rachel gapes at the house and then turns to Santana, "Where's the Golf Course?"

Santana rolls her eyes and opens her door, "Just get out of the car will you. I haven't got all night."

Rachel grabs the bag at her feet and follows her out of the car. Santana locks up and stalks up the pathway to the front door. She glances over one shoulder to see that Rachel's mouth is still hanging slightly open.

"Are you trying to catch flies or something? Maybe you and Sam can go into business together," Rachel just blinks at her. "Close your damn mouth Berry, you're not at a carnival." Rachel's mouth closes with a snap and Santana shakes her head as she unlocks the door and pushes it open, "Welcome to the Lopez residence."

She doesn't bother switching on any lights until she reaches the kitchen. She doesn't bother calling out to see if anyone is home either. There isn't. Her father is in Columbus for a seminar and her mother has gone off to some spa treatment with a bunch of other well kept housewives. Santana drops her bag on the floor and the alcohol on the bench. She grabs two glasses out of the cupboard without thinking and fills them both with ice from the dispenser built into the fridge.

Before she can register exactly what she's doing Rachel calls for her attention, "Santana I'm here to talk you out of drinking, not join you."

Santana's shoulders slump slightly. She really doesn't know how she had forgotten. Rachel Berry is standing in her kitchen, having followed her from a restaurant full of their friends on Valentine's Day night and it had seemed the most natural thing to just pour out a drink for each of them.

"Look Rachel—" Santana sees that little spark in Rachel's eyes and corrects herself quickly. "Berry, it's valentines day, we're seventeen and we're single. Don't you find that even a little bit infuriating?"

Rachel seems to really think through her answer before responding, "I guess it is mildly upsetting that most of the Glee Club has partnered up while I am alone on this particular holiday. But at the same time I think how lucky I am that I have all of these friends at all."

She gives a hopeless shrug which makes Santana shuffle uncomfortably. She cracks open the JD and pours a healthy dose into both glasses "Look Berry, I'm sorry if I ever," she sighs knowing there is no 'if' about it. "I'm sorry that I was always so—"

Rachel cuts her off, "No Santana you don't need to—"

"Okay you know what. That right there is bullshit. How come you're aloud to apologise and I'm not? Huh?"

Rachel looks sympathetic and Santana takes a drink. The alcohol burns but it's better than looking into Rachel's gentle, caring eyes.

Rachel looks down at the glass that Santana has poured her but doesn't move to pick it up as she tries to explain, "It's because I don't need apologies and you don't need forgiveness. I understand why you do and say all those hurtful things."

"Oh yeah and why is that?" Santana is scornful as she takes another sip of her drink.

"Because you and—and Quinn are obviously hurting in your own ways. Because I know about that hurt I don't let any of it bother me. Even if I am forced to carry extra outfits to school in case of Slushie attacks." she adds.

Santana tries not to look too guilty as she tries to divert the conversation, "What does Quinn have to do with anything?"

Now it's Rachel who's shuffling her feet awkwardly, "Well, I've watched both of you for the last few years," Santana raises an eyebrow as if to say stalk much but Rachel hurries to explain. "I'm not talking about obsessively stalking you or anything. The both of you have been harassing me for some time. Self preservation can cause a girl to become pretty observant."

"And that's not creepy or anything," Santana states sarcastically.

Rachel ignores her tone, "So I've been watching you and I've noticed that both of you are very reserved. You're ambitious and talented and seem to have everything going for you but you are cut off emotionally from the people around you. These hard emotional walls have caused you to lash out at others as a part of your defense. I know that I present as an easy target and I have come to accept that you and Quinn are hurting inside far more than I am."

Santana is completely gob smacked, "So are you saying that you let us treat you like dirt because you feel sorry for us?" This is too much to process and Santana gulps down the rest of her glass and refills it immediately. She takes a deep breath to regather her thoughts. "So you are here to apologise for saying something mean to me right?"

"Correct, and to stop you from killing yourself slowly with illicit substances."

"Okay so let's get this over and done with."

"Let's get what over and done with?"

Santana rolls her eyes for the hundredth time that night. "The apology Berry, the apology."

"Okay right," she makes a show of clearing her throat and reassembling her features. "I'm sorry I said such awful and unfounded things to you Santana. Please accept my apology."

"Fine," Santana states abruptly and takes another long swig of her drink. "I accept your apology."

Rachel looks elated for a moment but then frowns at the glass still in Santana's hand. "But you're still drinking?"

"Yes. I don't see why one Dr Phil session would make me want to stop. In fact I'm pretty sure the last hour with you alone would be enough to drive me to drink." This isn't true and Santana is pretty sure that she enjoyed the car trip home from Breadstix more than any other moment in her day so far. She continues anyway, "Even if you weren't the most annoying person in existence I still have plenty of reasons to finnish this bottle," She drains her glass to emphasise her point.

Rachel looks truly put out by this pronouncement, "Then why am I here if you were never going to accept my apology and stop drinking alone in the dark."

"Because you wouldn't get out of my car," Santana shrugs. A new notion strikes her and the alcohol in her system prompts her to speak, "And you know I don't have to drink alone in the dark. Check it out," she gestures to the kitchen space they're standing in. "We have light so I'm not drinking in the dark and you're here so I don't have to drink alone."

"Are you suggesting that I drink with you Santana?"

"Yes I am."

"And why would I do that?" She asks, sincerely looking for an answer.

"Because you are glad that you have friends around you on valentines day." She picks up the other glass and holds it out to Rachel. "And I need to get drunk so that I can be glad to have friends on valentines day too."

Rachel takes the glass from Santana, continuing to look extremely hesitant. She sniffs at the alcohol with a grimace, "Do I have to drink it straight?" she asks.

Santana grins in accomplishment and opens the fridge to find a mixer. She finds a bottle of Coke and offers it up to her. "Run out of excuses yet Berry? Or are you really going to leave me here to drink in the dark. Alone." She wiggles the bottle under Rachel's nose until she finally takes it from her, topping up her now whiskey and coke and taking a sip.

"One drink Santana and then I'm calling my Dad's to take me home."

"Nuh uh shorty. You're staying here. Do you really want your Dad's picking you up with alcohol on your breath? Of course you don't. Just send them a text saying you're fucking your behemoth boyfriend Finnpotent tonight and won't be home till morning."

"Don't be vulgar Santana. And Finn and I have broken up in case you hadn't noticed. I'm also sure that you know I haven't done...that yet."

Santana didn't know that, "Umm. Why the hell not? I mean Finn's nothing to brag about but Puck is always worth a go and even, well Jesse was at least, I don't know, older? Please tell me you at least got to third base with one of them."

Rachel blushed. "Not that it's any of your business but no. I never felt comfortable enough to make that step. Finn got to second—to use you colloquialism—base but only because I needed—well I wanted other things from him," she finished obliquely.

Santana is genuinely confused. "Okay I have no idea what that means but seriously, how do you deal?"

"How do I deal with what?"

"With, you know, feelings. Like physical feelings. I'm pretty sure I would explode if I didn't have a few outlets."

Rachel's expression remained confused. Santana wondered if Berry was just bating her. "Sex, Berry. Stimulation. Don't pretend you don't know what I'm talking about. I remember that little speech you made to the celibacy club in Sophomore year. How you said that girls want sex just as much as boys. That and if I remember correctly it's the dirty little secret they don't want you to know. I thought Quinn was honestly going to punch you. That or Jew Fro was going to pass out."

Finally understanding and then embarrassment washed over Rachel's face, "Yes well you may or may not have noticed that I did leave the room shortly after that little outburst," she looked a little ashamed. "You know, I thought I wanted Finn to like me? I didn't want to worry that he was already dating someone. I couldn't respect that the particular girl was president of the celibacy club. It didn't even occur to me that it must be difficult for a girl like Quinn to maintain her faith. With boys coming at her all the time because of the way she looks. It must have been difficult. I feel like none of us should have been surprised she ended up pregnant considering the level of repression she must have experienced at home."

Santana considered this particular evaluation of Quinn Fabray and compared it to what she knew of the Fabray household before Quinn got pregnant. She could easily concede that Rachel may be very correct in her estimation. "Repression. That does pretty much sum up the Fabray household in one word quite nicely Berry. Speaking of repression, you should probably call your Dads before they send out a search party. Not sure my rep could withstand stories of the Fathers Berry having to protect their darling offspring's virtue from the dastardly Santana Lopez." she smirks as she watches Rachel pull out her phone and send off a quick text.

Rachel sighs when she gets a text back after only a few seconds. "Daddy has told me that I am to stay safe. And to stay away from drugs. I guess they aren't as worried about my virtue as you thought."

"Does that mean I have a shot with you?" Santana is wriggling her eyebrows before she realises how flirtatious she is being.

Rachel blushes delicately but doesn't comment. Instead she shrugs out of her coat and wanders back to the front door to hang it on the coat rack. Santana shrugs out of her own jacket and slings it unceremoniously across the kitchen bench. She is topping up her own and Rachel's drinks when Rachel reenters the kitchen.

"If your dads are okay then I guess that means you can have a few more drinks Berry. And tell me what there is to know about this virtue situation."

Rachel laughs again and takes another sip of her drink. She seems to actually be enjoying herself and so is Santana. Rachel rolls her eyes ruefully as she answers Santana's teasing, "Well as I have already insinuated my 'virtue' is still intact from a couples perspective. But I can tell you that as for the 'physical feelings' you mentioned earlier, I have learned to appreciate the art of self exploration." she smirks as Santana splutters into her drink.

"But wouldn't you have to rub one out like twice a day? Sex has got to be less effort. I mean I'm in a pretty serious sex drought right now but I'm still keeping my options open so I know it wont be too long before I find a willing party."

Rachel blushes profusely, "It's hardly that often Santana and honestly I'm concerned about your Libido that you experience such...cravings for physical release." She looks thoughtful for a moment. "Maybe you need a new hobby or something Santana. Something to burn off the extra energy."

Santana just shakes her head, "If it was just extra curricula's I needed then it would be fine. Between Cheerios and Glee I only have so much time in a day. But I'm a sexual being," she says with a shrug. "When I needs to get up on someone, I needs to get up on someone. My hand aint gonna cut it."

"I had come to understand that you had several options for someone to get up on. Is that no longer the case?" Santana was pleased to see that Rachel was continuing to consume the drink she had been given and was starting to loosen up.

"Well, sure there is a whole mess of people ready to get all up on this," she shrugs again. "But I guess I've been a little more selective lately."

"So it's a self imposed sex drought as you call it. Why is that. I had imagined that any exclusivity in your sexual relationships with Puck and Brittany had been ended when both parties chose to be monogamous with their current partners."

Santana scowled, "Fuck you Berry, what do you know about me and Brittany? Nothing. So stop using big words to explain something you know jack shit about okay?"

Rachel looked suitably put down and a small pout crossed her features, "Sorry Santana, I didn't mean to push across any boundaries. I merely thought that you would have found a suitable sexual partner easily given that you are an extremely attractive girl with as you well know a certain reputation for sexual prowess."

"Damn straight munchkin. I can have any stud at McKinley if I want them." Santana humphed with her arms across her chest. She quickly uncrossed them when she realized that she couldn't drink with her hands stuffed into her arm pits.

"Munchkin?" Rachel had a certain glimmer in her eyes that made Santana want to roll her eyes. "That's usually more of a term of endearment isn't it?"

"Whatever, I really didn't think about it that much before I said it."

"Well, then surely that means it was something of a Freudian slip?"

Santana scoffs, "Whatever Berry, I'll go back to man hands if you don't drop it."

"You know you never did suitably explain to me why you stopped calling me ManHands."

Santana just shrugs, "I don't know, I guess it didn't feel right to try and put someone down based on their gender or whatever," she said it as quickly as possible not wanting to lie at this point but not really wanting to drag out the truth for all to see."

"Is that because you have been making discoveries about your own fluid sexuality?"

"Screw you Berry. There's nothing fluid about my sexuality."

Rachel looks shocked for a moment at Santana's reaction but then she starts to giggle. "Fluid?" she says. "Well I think some people have been doing you wrong if there's nothing fluid in your sexuality. Ha!" she laughs even harder at her pun.

"Yeah, yeah Berry I get it. Fluid as in wet. As in sex and getting wet. Laugh it up." Santana tries not to laugh as she glances at Rachel's empty glass. She's drunk. "You're drunk Berry. You are such a light weight."

"Oh hush, I'm tipsy at best. Doesn't stop you from wanting me Santana Lopez." Rachel looks momentarily shocked at her own words but she makes no effort to amend her statement.

Santana just laughs, "Oh is that what you think Berry? Cause I've stopped calling you Man Hands that I'm secretly jonesing for you? Well I've got news for you."

With that Santana crossed the short distance and pulled Rachel into her arms, "I think you might be right."

Santana knows that she isn't drunk, she knows that she hasn't had enough alcohol to even think about blaming her actions on the drinks she's had but Rachel is right there. She's warm and soft and as it turns out hilarious and quite possibly very into her. Santana takes Rachel's empty glass and places it on the counter. They look at each other for a long moment and Santana sees that there really isn't much difference in their heights after all. She pushes a lock of hair behind Rachel's ear and moves a little closer so that their bodies are pressed together. Rachel is wearing a small crease of confusion between her brows but doesn't pull away.

When their lips finally crash together Santana doesn't know which of them moans into the other first. There is a pretty good chance that they both are moaning simultaneously. Their lips mold together perfectly and they luxuriate in the feeling for some moments both pulling at the fabric of each others clothes in an attempt to get closer. Santana is more agressive of course and she pushes Rachel against the kitchen counter. Rachel lets out a small grunt as her ass is pressed into the counter and Santana's hips bump into hers.

Santana is grinding against Rachel before she knows it and her breath is coming in short gasps against Rachel's mouth. Rachel is gasping and moaning on every change in pressure. Santana pulls her mouth away and starts pressing kisses down the column of Rachel's neck. Rachel's hands snake into her hair and actually tug back a little. It's the greatest feeling in the world and it took Brittany months to figure out how much Santana likes it. Rachel is a natural and she seems to instantly respond to the tiny shift in Santana's body as she tugs at her hair again.

"Oh god," Santana breaths into Rachel's neck. "Come upstairs?" she poses it as a question only because there had been so much talk about Rachel's 'virtue' that Santana doesn't want to do anything to break the girl.

Rachel's response is a physical one as she forces Santana's face up from her neck for a heated kiss to her lips. Santana is forced to breath heavily through her nose as Rachel refuses to relent her grip. Damn that girl and her incredible lung capacity. Santana tries to force down the lascivious thoughts about what she could get Rachel doing to take advantage of that lung capacity. Finally Rachel relents and leans back from Santana to nod. Santana is breathless and she has to think about what it was that Rachel was agreeing too. Right, to go upstairs, to Santana's bedroom to engage in...undisclosed activities.

Santana reaches for Rachel's hand and drags her out of the kitchen and up the stairs two at a time. She feels urgent and needy. That she can blame on the alcohol. She is never needy when completely sober. It's only with a few drinks under her belt that she can't manage to be completely self sufficient.

It takes approximately 5.6 seconds for Santana to get Rachel onto her bed and without her dress on. She feels it may be a personal best and strips her own dress off as a reward for herself. Rachel gasps slightly, glancing down at Santana's newly uncovered form. Santana devours Rachel's form with her eyes. While Santana is sporting matching black underwear Rachel is in a blue and white polkadot bra matching with dark blue bottoms sporting tiny gold music notes. Rachel allows the inspection without making any move to cover her near naked body. Santana is impressed but she sees a glimmer of worry in Rachel's eyes. She thinks back to the 'virtue' conversation and remembers that Rachel has barely let anyone round second base before.

"Are you okay?" she shocks herself with the question but doesn't withdraw it, just sits back on her knees watching Rachel catch her breath. Rachel sits up a little higher against the pillows, drawing her knees up a little.

"I'm, I'm fine. This is all just a little um fast. I mean, I've been aware of my divergent preferences for some time, I just never thought that I would be...you know," Santana raises one eyebrow and Rachel rolls her eyes as she continues, "You're Santana Lopez. The most desirable girl in school." She blushes again and Santana smiles at her sudden awkwardness.

"Yeah I'm Santana Lopez. And you're Rachel Berry. The Gleek that hooked both the star quarterback and the most desirable guy at McKinley, Noah Puckerman. You are an anomaly Rachel Berry. I'll tell you now that when we get back to school tomorrow I will be denying we ever did anything. I want to be honest with you right now because you deserve that. You deserve better than the way we treat you. Hell you deserve better than me right now. But I wont acknowledge you tomorrow because I, like every other person at school besides you am a coward. For right now though, I want you." she rolls her eyes at the phrase that she can't stop herself uttering next, "And I want your damn virtue."

Rachel giggles at that. Actually damn giggles and Santana melts a little. She leans forward and captures Rachel's lips again while holding her body away from the tiny brunettes. She sets a steady pace against Rachel's lips. She gradually starts to loosen up and eventually threads her hands back into Santana's hair. Santana lets her body fall gently against Rachel's and they both sigh at the contact. Their bodies align and Santana realises that she could stay like this all night. Just pressed against Rachel, loving the way that their mouths and tongues move together.

Rachel however has other plans. Santana feels the way that Rachel's hands move across her back. They slid across the bare flesh as though memorising every contour. A moment after Santana realised what she is doing, Rachel's hands find the clasp of Santana's bra and unsnap it. Her hands move across Santana's shoulders and shift the straps down her arms. Santana pulls her body away from Rachel's long enough to untangle herself and let Rachel fling the bra across the room. Santana chuckles lowly when she feels a tentative hand moving across the skin of her stomach. She pulls her mouth away from Rachel's just long enough to say that it's "okay," and Rachel's hand is suddenly on her breast.

The feeling is sensational as Rachel gently kneads her hand into her breast. When Rachel shifts her hand to swipe her thumb over her nipple, Santana can't help but cant her hips down into the shorter girl's. She longs to be free of all her underwear but she honestly has no idea if Rachel is on the same page as she is. She decides to work on rounding second and she winds her hands under Rachel so she can unclasp the polkadot Bra that is in the way of her exploring hands.

Without warning, Santana feels strong legs wrap around her thighs. She recognises the manoeuvre as one that Brittany pulls regularly. She suddenly remembers that Rachel is a dancer too, even if she isn't as accomplished as Brittany. The strong legs wrapped around her thighs are used for leverage and suddenly Santana finds herself on her back. Santana doesn't struggle, knowing that she needs to assess Rachel's willingness to this situation. She lies on her back, looking up at Rachel as she slides the straps down her arms and finally drops the bra beside the bed.

Santana keeps her hands by her sides even as Rachel's drift up to palm at Santana's breasts. Rachel's hips buck down when she leans forward again. Their breasts are pressed together and the sensation is incredible. They're lips crash together and it's all Santana can do to knead her hands into Rachel's back instead of pushing between them and into Rachel's underwear. Rachel's hands are running up and down Santana's sides. When the fingertips become light enough to tickle, Santana forces her hands under Rachel's underwear to grip her ass. She achieves the desired response when Rachel's fingers clasp tightly to her ribs.

Rachel draws back slightly and starts pressing kisses against Santana's jawline. In between kisses she starts murmuring out questions, "So if you aren't planning on acknowledging me in the morning," she sucks hard at Santana's neck, probably leaving a hickey. "Does that make this a one night stand?"

Santana tries hard to think coherently as Rachel continues to suck at her neck, "Yeah, I guess so. I mean, if that's what you want—" she lets out an involuntary gasp when Rachel moves to suck at her collarbone. "We can just play it by ear though."

This statement seems to give Rachel ideas and she moves back up to Santana's ear and sucks at her earlobe. Santana almost comes undone when Rachel whispers in her ear, "What if I'm not done with you after tonight?"

Her tone is playful and is Santana's undoing. She gasps into Rachel's neck, "We can negotiate Rachel, depending on what you are willing to—" Her words are completely cut off when Rachel's hand snakes its way between them and presses hard against the fabric covering her mound. "Oh my god Rachel!" She gasps.

She knows she is extremely wet and will be soaking into Rachel's hand given the pressure against her sex.

"You called me Rachel twice now," Rachel giggles into her ear. "If I knew that this was all it would take to get you using my real name I would have done this a long time ago."

Santana feels the pressure building in her body and she threads one hand into Rachel's hair, the other remaining firmly against the other girl's ass cheek.

Rachel continues whispering her taunting words into Santana's ear, "Do you think that Quinn would be as open to the experience as you?"

Santana can't help but picture Rachel with Quinn, their naked bodies pressed together. The way that Rachel's smooth tan skin and hair would contrast against Quinn's pale blonde. Her hips buck forward and she hopes that Rachel doesn't notice.

Of course Rachel does notice and her next words use Santana's bodily responses against her to build the pressure even further, "Do you think that she would be so ready to lie underneath me? If some guy got on top of her after a few wine coolers that I could do the same thing? Maybe I could get her to this point as well. Maybe once her breasts are pressed against mine that the rest will follow. Her soft, fair skin would mould against mine so easily and I could press my hand against her, that I could push my fingers past her underwear," Rachel pressed her lips against Santana's and pulls her fingers to the top of elastic of Santana's underwear playing along the edge of fabric and skin.

Santana is panting heavily and she moves the hand that is in Rachel's hair around to push against Rachel's breast instead. She swipes her thumb against the firm peak and Rachel gasps around her mouth.

She returns to her story, "If I get my fingers to Quinn's underwear I know what would happen. She would be soaked. Completely wanton and ready. Just like you are Santana."

"Rachel," Santana can't help the name that escapes her lips as Rachel's fingers finally slip passed her underwear and into her slick folds. She gasps out as warm digits press against her. Rachel's fingers move through her with no hesitation. Two fingers move down to circle her entrance before moving agonisingly slowly up to her clit. Santana convulses as two firm fingers press and circle against her bundle of nerves. Rachel's hands are persistent as she continues to circle and rub at her clit her other hand kneading at Santana's breast. Santana feels Rachel's thumb and forefinger gently tugging before she palms the side and flicks her thumb over her nipple. The intensity of sensations causes her whole body to roll up into Rachel's.

She's lost in the sensations for who knows how long when she registers a wetness against her thigh. Rachel has continued playing with her clit as she mercilessly skims the pad of her thumb across her nipple. She has also moved low enough down Santana's body to suck at the top of her breast and most importantly, to press her centre against Santana's thigh.

The realisation that Rachel is trying to pleasure herself in that way pulls Santana out of her erotic stupor. She grabs at Rachel's wrist and tugs her hand out of her underwear. She flips Rachel onto her back in a mirror of Rachel's earlier actions. The frown on Rachel's face is utterly adorable. She looks as though she won't be aloud to sing any Streisand this week. Santana presses at the crease between her brows to smooth it out. She kisses Rachel until she stops pouting.

Santana continues pressing gentle kisses against her until Rachel's hips are once again pushing up against her own. She starts to move gradually down Rachel's body kissing across one collar bone and down her sternum. She presses soft, open mouth kisses across her breasts and licks one nipple into her mouth. She gently skims her fingertips across the other and presses her stomach into Rachel's hot centre. The fabric is still in their way but Santana has every intention of removing the obstacle soon.

She leaves one hand skimming against Rachel's breast as she moves down to her stomach. She circles her navel before dipping her tongue in. Santana can feel an escalation in Rachel's breathing so she does it again, running her tongue against her belly button before dipping in. Rachel bucks up one more time but Santana is still moving down.

She runs her tongue down from Rachel's navel to the seam of her underwear. Rachel laces one hand into Santana's hair and tugs lightly. Santana convulses slightly at the sensation but continues pressing hot, wet kisses against Rachel's abdomen.

She can feel the muscles twitching under her lips and she looks at Rachel as she hooks both her thumbs into either side of her underwear, "Rachel? Are you sure?" Rachel nods desperately but it isn't enough. "Rach, look at me," Rachel's eye snap open. "Are you ready?" Santana states again clearly.

Rachel nods as she gasps out a breathy but firm "Yes, I'm ready Santana."

With the affirmation, Santana doesn't hesitate to pull the last item of clothing from Rachel's body. She follows the cotton down closely, past Rachel's knees and to her ankles where she flicks them past her feet and onto the floor. She looks up from her position at the foot of the bed to look at a very naked Rachel Berry.

Rachel is breathing heavily and staring down at Santana with deep lust and also another emotion. It's trust and Santana takes a deep breath before removing her own underwear and crawling back up the bed to lay beside her. They kiss again and Santana can feel that same trust pressed into her mouth. She remembers her first time with Brittany and the way they had fumbled together to find what felt good, what they needed from each other. Now that she was sharing that with someone again, she felt the pressure of experience in her chest. It was suddenly her responsibility to show Rachel what could happen with another person. She needed to show Rachel how good it could be.

She shifted against the mattress slowly until her body ran along the length of Rachel's. Their cores pressed together and they both gasped. Santana can feel the heat radiating from Rachel and she knows that it's time. She presses her mouth against Rachel's once, twice and then raises herself to look into her eyes. She runs her thumb against Rachel's cheek until the other girl opens her eyes. That trust is shining out at her again and she smiles down at Rachel before reclaiming her lips in a searing kiss. It's a promise and she feels Rachel relax and she moves one hand against her hip.

Santana presses one hand into Rachel's left breast, very gently rubbing her thumb over a tightened nipple. She continues kissing her as her left hand creeps over her stomach. She considers asking again if Rachel is sure but knows that it would be redundant. She already has her confirmation and she really just needs to forge past her own insecurities.

It's not like it feels wrong touching Rachel Berry in this way. Every word, every action has felt completely natural. Since Rachel startled her outside that Bottle shop everything has just felt so completely...right.

Finally, Santana's hand slides across Rachel's stomach and plunges down, down into the waiting heat. Rachel's whole body reacts to the intrusion. Her legs jerk up and her arms wrap around Santana's torso. Her body convulses upwards to trap Santana's hand in place and her face presses into Santana's neck and shoulder. Santana is so ready to plunge downwards, to enter Rachel and take whatever she has to offer. But she waits. She waits as Rachel unwinds herself slightly from her body to slowly starts moving her hands. With one hand against Rachel's breast and the other, slowly moving in small circles against her clit Santana can feel how ready and aroused Rachel is but she is still hesitant. She hasn't done anything like this since Brittany's and her first time together and it's vaguely nerve wracking.

Slowly, so very slowly, she slips her fingers down to circle Rachel's entrance. Santana knows that she will be expecting this since Rachel made the same movements against her not that long ago. She circles her entrance and then moves her fingers back up to her clit, circling it gently. She repeats this several more times and Rachel is canting against her making small sounds of frustration every time Santana circles her entrance and moves away. Santana knows that she can't keep teasing and the next time she rubs against Rachel's bundle of nerves she deliberately makes contact with Rachel's lips. She kisses firmly and deliberately until they're both gasping and then pushes her fingers back down and into Rachel.

She doesn't hesitate at any moment, certain that any hesitation would make any pain worse. Thankfully she meets little resistance before she is two knuckles deep inside of Rachel. Rachel grunts at the intrusion but makes no move to pull away and Santana continues her movements, pushing further until her fingers are completely swallowed.

She stills her hand, giving Rachel time to adjust, desperately hoping that she isn't causing the other girl too much pain. She feels Rachel squirm slightly and she takes it as a signal to move again. Very slowly, she moves her hand out of Rachel till only the first knuckle of her fingers are still inside. She pauses for just a moment before thrusting back inside again quickly. Rachel gives a moan and when Santana looks into her face she sees Rachel's eyes closed in pleasure.

Emboldened by what she sees Santana withdraws her fingers, thrusting in again quickly and with more pressure. There's no doubt this time that Rachel is enjoying what Santana is doing and she takes the opportunity to relax and bury herself more fully into the experience of fucking Rachel Berry.

She can feel Rachel's walls quivering with each thrust and she builds the pressure gradually until she is throwing her whole body into each thrust. She uses her own hips, pushing against the hand plunging into Rachel. She feels her own orgasm approaching even as Rachel squirms against her. The sounds of sex are thick in the air as Rachel grunts and moans against each thrust of Santana's fingers. Santana tries to keep her own pleasure silent but can't stop the small groans that escape her when she opens her eyes long enough to see the way Rachel's eyes are squeezed shut. She presses her lips against Rachel's hoping that it would be enough to disguise the groans that escape her every time her clit accidentally brushes against her hand. Rachel's eyes open on contact and she sees the frustrated look in Santana's eyes as she trusts against her.

There's little that Rachel wont do for Santana in this moment so she asks her without hesitation what it is she needs.

"Fingers. Inside." Santana moans, unable to keep the request behind her lips when she sees Rachel's ernest expression.

Santana keeps thrusting and she feels the urgent quiver of Rachel's walls around her fingers as she moves her thumb to rub against Rachel's clit.

Suddenly a new yet entirely familiar sensation overwhelms her. Rachel has somehow angled her hand in place and her fingers are circling Santana's entrance. On her very next thrust, Rachel presses them into Santana's waiting entrance.

The feeling is explosive and Santana reacts with a particularly violent jerk of her hips. The sudden movement forces both Santana's and Rachel's fingers deeper into the waiting heat and both girls yelp at the spike of pleasure.

Both sets of hips cant forward again and again as hands thrust forward and thumbs swipe irregularly across tightened nerves. Sweaty skin slides across sweaty skin as pleasure shivers across both girls' spines.

Santana screams out Rachel's name and vice versa as they both work each other down from earth shattering orgasms. Their hips rock gently against each other until finally their breathing slows down and they can entertain coherent thought.

Finally they both draw their hands away from their bodies and Santana slumps slightly to one side so she is resting on the sheets of her bed as much as on Rachel. Santana quickly moves her finger to her mouth and sucks the remnants of Rachel's come away from her fingers. Rachel watches with wrapped fascination and glances at her own hand. The one that was buried inside Santana is covered in her wet residue and she looks fascinated by the shimmering wetness on her fingers.

"You can wipe it on the sheets," Santana whispers into the dimly lit room.'

Rachel looks oddly affronted by the suggestion and quickly moves her fingers to her mouth. She licks up her index finger and Santana nearly loses what's left of her composure. Rachel sucks all of her fingers into her mouth as if to memorise the exact flavour of Santana. Santana growls at the sight and leans forward to kiss Rachel's lips as soon as she is finished with her fingers.

They lay sated and catching their breath for a few more minutes. Santana can't help but glance at Rachel every few moments. Unexpectedly she feels a laugh bubble up her throat. She claps a hand over her mouth but it's too late as the laugh echoes clearly through the quiet room.

"What's so funny?" Rachel asks, confused.

"I just fucked Rachel Berry," it's Lopez word vomit at its finest. Rachel is wearing a hurt expression so Santana tries to make it right. "No, I didn't mean it like that Rachel, I, this just isn't how I pictured my valentines day going you know."

Rachel's hurt expression slowly melted, "You called me Rachel again," Santana felt her cheeks blush. "Not that I expected you to go back to calling me Man Hands straight away or anything. I just. You know I heard what you said about not acknowledging this tomorrow at school. And I'm okay with that. Even if I would prefer to be celebrating the fact that I got to have sex with Santana Lopez. Possibly with some kind of parade or at least a flash mob of some description. Maybe with tiny flags." She smiled to show that she was joking.

Santana returns the smile as she site up on the mattress. "So you're okay then?" Rachel nods a yes. Santana is relieved, "Okay good cause I don't know if you know this about me but I'm not much for cuddling."

Rachel just laughs, "Oh please Lopez, you're a fluffy teddy bear and you know it. I've seen the way you are with a certain blonde cheerleader who shall remain nameless." Santana smiled shyly not bothering to argue.

She flashes back though to the moments when Rachel had been on top of her. "Speaking of blonde cheerleaders, Berry. Does Quinn Fabray usually feature in your dirty talk or did I get special treatment?"

Rachel tries to act casual as she pulls a pillow from behind her to cover her naked body. "Well I wouldn't know about usually because I have never felt the urge to talk in any of my previous...encounters. I just. I guess I was remembering what we had been talking about earlier. How you and Quinn are similar in your treatment of me whilst at school," she looks at Santana slyly. "I had no idea the mere mention of her name would cause such a reaction."

Santana rolls her eyes and moves off the bed to grab a Tshirt and a pair of shorts out of a draw. She puts them on and throws a set to Rachel as she answers, "It wasn't just Quinn you know. You kind of had your hand rubbing against me. Besides, it was the image you painted of the two of you together more than anything. You've got to admit it would be pretty hot," she states unabashedly. "The two of you getting naked together."

Rachel giggles as she pulls on the clothes offered to her, "Could you imagine if Quinn found out about this? She would have a heart attack."

"I don't know Rach, I think she would probably just be jealous." Rachel looks skeptical even as she grins at the nickname. "No really. Britt and I have this theory, well more an idea..." she trails off as Rachel gets off the bed. "Did you eat anything at Breadstix?" Rachel shakes her head. "Good cause I'm ordering chinese food."

She grabs her phone and waves for Rachel to follow her back downstairs and to the kitchen. Once there Santana pours herself and Rachel a fresh drink, both topped up with Coke. Santana doesn't feel the need to binge anymore tonight. She calls her favourite Chinese place that delivers late and places their order. Rachel waits patiently sipping at her drink, only grimacing slightly at the alcohol.

When Santana hangs up the phone Rachel puts down her drink to address Santana, "So, I know that we said we would play this by ear but...do you think we could maybe make plans to um...do this again?"

She looks so nervous and Santana can't help but maintain a thoughtful expression for a few moments longer than necessary. Finally she allows a smirk to pull up the corner of her lips. "Only if you promise to dirty talk in spanish next time."

Rachel laughs but nods in agreement. Santana hopes that she'll have the lady balls to at least be civil to Rachel at school tomorrow.

AN2: Please don't think that I believe Rachel would jump into someone's bed after just one drink. More like Berrytana would be totally hot and maybe Rachel would be open to Santana's advances? That's what I'm feel in anyway.