I honestly thought I had updated this. I had it finished less than a week after I posted the first chapter. Hope you enjoy this as much as I did.

It takes exactly two more weeks for the Glee Club to notice what was going on between the school's head bitch and the weakest link in the chain (commonly known as Rachel Berry).

The first one to notice is Brittany. It's Sunday afternoon and she just broke things off with Artie after he called her dumb during one of their lame dates to the videogame store. The blonde knows nothing about comics, games or modern nerdy series, so when Artie treated her like a child in front of his equally nerdy friends after she admitted to not knowing if Superman's real name was Clark or Kal-El, she dumped him on the spot.

Of course, after she tells Santana, the fiery Latina explodes into a yelling mess of Spanglish that Brittany can't help but find hot and completely arousing.

But there's something wrong with Santana, because as soon as she leans in for a kiss her friend starts freaking out and takes a step back, eyes wide and lips pursed in embarrassment and frustration. An alarm goes off in Brittany's head.

Santana never rejects her lady kisses.

The Latina splutters out a handful of explanations that Britt doesn't quite catch. She speaks fast, still in Spanglish, and to top it all she's playing with the hem of her sports shirt as she blushes.

That's the second signal; Santana doesn't blush. Not even during their many and numerous sexcapades. And she doesn't stutter either.

"San..." Brittany frowns in confusion. The Latina freezes.

The blonde leans closer, testing Santana's reaction. The Latina leans back once more. It's instinctive, Brittany notices after the fourth time she repeats her little experiment.

"Alright, what's going on?" She crosses her arms and raises a dubious eyebrow. She's not happy that Santana's denying her her sweet lady kisses, so she better have a reasonable excuse and not another word-vomit explanation.

"Well, you see Britt-" The Latina smiles sheepishly as she tells her best friend about her situation with Rachel. By the end of her quick tale the blonde is bouncing on her heels and holding down squeals, as Maribel Lopez is napping downstairs and they don't want to wake her up.

"Ohmygosh. Ohmygosh. Ohmygosh!" Brittany gushes out in one breath. She can't hold herself anymore and jumps on the shorter girl. By then she's forgotten all about Artie and her lady kisses with her best friend. "San!"

Santana surprises them both by giving out a heartfelt giggle. She feels like a heavy weight fell off of her shoulders. Sure, there's Shelby and the Berry men; maybe even her mother. But there's nothing like venting to your best friend of all time. She feels guilty that she's hidden this from Brittany, but this thing with Rachel is relatively new and they're still trying to understand it themselves.

So they spend the rest of the day eating junk food and Santana literally talks Brittany's ear off with tales about how amazing and cute and perfect for her Rachel is. Brittany doesn't seem to mind. In fact, she listens intently to what the Latina has to say and even gives her some advice on how to woo Rachel even more.

"So, is she good in bed?" It's a totally random question, but Santana saw it coming. Britt's a very sexual being. She's in love with love, and sex, for her, is the most significant show of love. Santana doesn't fight that logic.

"We, ah," She scratches the back of her neck. She diverts her gaze somewhere else. "We haven't gone that far." Brittany's shock is palpable, which only serves to embarrass her further.

"Wait, what?" Brittany's attention is solely focused on her. "It's been what, two months?" Santana confirms it's been two months and ten days. "And you haven't-" She doesn't finish. Santana merely shakes her head and bites on her lower lip. "Wow." Brittany's completely mystified by this. Santana Lopez loves sex. It was her who introduced Brittany to the awesomeness that is getting her mack on with another girl. It is the same Latina who only has to wink and curl her lips up a bit to get a free drink and a pretty lady at that gay bar they used to go to. Now that she thinks about it, it's been almost three months since they went out together to any party.

She confronts Santana about her theory and, indeed, she realized she was head over heels for the diva around the same time they stopped going out together. And Brittany too stopped going because, well, Artie sure wasn't going with her and Quinn was completely out of the question. Brittany hadn't question it at the time, though. She just figured the Latina was getting laid somewhere else, or maybe she was getting tired of going out every weekend and having sex with completely hot strangers in semi-public places.

Yeah right.

"It's just that," Santana explains. "I don't want her to think I only want her for sex. I actually l-like her. A lot." She's so vulnerable Brittany can't help but encase her in a tight hug. She doesn't care that she's squashing her between her boobs. Santana needs to know the blonde understands. She actually respects her for waiting patiently, and they both know Rachel needs a little patience, being a virgin and a moralistic. But Santana doesn't seem to mind. In fact, Brittany senses that the situation is making her grow up a bit and the Latina actually seems content with the unspoken arrangement between her and the diva.

And then Rachel barges in as a surprise and they spend the rest of their time together explaining that 'No, we're not together' and 'Baby please stop crying and put that vase down'.

There is much coaxing and talking, but in the end Rachel calms down. Santana is sure that her sex drive spikes up ten times when the little diva sits on her lap and hugs her possessively in front of a very amused Brittany.

They make Brittany promise not to tell anyone at school. Specially not Kurt or Mercedes. The blonde shrugs nonchalantly but promises on the ducks that her lips are sealed. Her friends are still figuring themselves out, okay. That's cool.

But it doesn't take much longer for other members to pick up on their strangely touchy interactions. For example, Quinn always notices how when Rachel is about to get slushied Santana appears out of nowhere and suddenly finds herself standing very close to her. No one is crazy enough to slushy Santana or even let a drop of the drink fall on her unless they have a death wish. And when Rachel does get slushied, the culprit disappears mysteriously for a week before coming back in what can only be described as bordering paranoid.

Surprisingly, it's Puck who notices next. Well, it's more like he finds them involved in some serious heavy petting and making out under the bleachers after school finishes. He is trying to find coach Bestie when he sees them, all wild and tangled with each other. They don't see him until it's too late, and he's just standing there, gaping and drooling. And then Santana is running to him and threatening to cut off his balls if he breathes a word about it. So he takes the wise option and feigns insanity.

Mr. Shue is next, and he's completely scarred for life when he finds them in a less than proper position on top of the club's piano. No, they're not having sex, but it's as close as they've gotten so far. It doesn't help that Santana is whispering the dirtiest things into Rachel's ear and the diva seems to love the attention. The echoes of their conversation reach Mr. Shue, much to his horror, before he can even announce his presence.

They beg him to keep it a secret, so he does. It's not like he wants to remember what he's witnessed.

"You're so keeping your hands to yourself," Rachel hisses to her.

But Rachel just forgets that she's Santana Fucking Lopez, and she's not willing to back pedal once they started getting hot and steamy, no matter how many people walk in on them.

And that's how they find themselves after Mr. Shue's incident. Santana has her hands impossibly closer to Rachel's panties. They are in the auditorium and no one's supposed to come in for another ten minutes. Santana, somehow, worked a miracle and convinced Rachel to skip the last period before Glee so they could make out.

Then Mercedes walks in and screams bloody murder when she sees a them on the piano, and they're pretty sure Rachel's kind of flashing her a boob.

They fix themselves rather quickly, but it's already too late. Mercedes is out and running away like a bat out of Hell. Santana merely shrugs and hugs a flustered Rachel closer to her. The other girl caves in and hugs back.

"So, I know this is kind of new and all, but I think we're both awesome people and we'll never find awesomer people for us. So, yeah-" Santana stumbles with her words and tries not to groan at how lame she sounds. "We're already out anyway. If Hudson was a problem when he outed me, just imagine how dramatic Wheezy is going to make it. Like, I was probably raping you or something. But we both know that's not true because you looked like you-" Rachel cuts her off with a chaste kiss. Santana shuts up.

"Want to ditch them today?" Her voice is almost too sultry and she looks like she's trying a bit too much, but, fuck, Santana is positive that she loves this woman. And when she mentions skipping -as in, Rachel Perfect Goody Two Shoes Berry- Santana can't help but moan in delight and pull her in for a short, passionate kiss.

"Hells yeah!"

And so they hop on Santana's car and drive away from school. They don't care that this will probably bite them in the ass the next day, they just live the moment.

As predicted, it's World War III when they walk hand in hand into the auditorium. They had somehow avoided being cornered between periods, and they always made sure to sit beside the other on those few classes they shared. However, they knew that they would have to face their friends soon enough. Or at least those who didn't know about it.

Kurt and Mercedes, as predicted, are the worst when it comes to reactions, or overreactions, really. They gossip and berate them for answers, or at least they try to because Santana is not about to let them stomp all over her and her midget. Fortunately, it's Rachel who gives them the answers, though they are as vague as possible, and Santana smirks, because she knows that's Rachel's way of messing with them.

Fortunately, a very embarrassed Mr. Shue saves them from any more inquisitions, an the rest of the day passes. It's Friday, so it's rather dull for them, but Santana and Rachel don't give a damn. They just stand by the back and make gooey eyes at each other, or at least that's what Quinn tells them.

"I think you're rather cute together," She comments as they walk out of school. "In a really weird way, I mean." Santana snorts, because she knows exactly what she means. Santana Lopez and Rachel Berry? Oddest combination in the world. And yet, she can't see it another way. But of course, she's not ready to tell the blonde or her girlfriend of that particular detail just yet. She's not mushy.

"You're just jealous, Fabray." The blonde flips her the bird, and Santana just smirks tauntingly. Rachel smacks her and the Latina apologizes begrudgingly.

She's not mushy. She's completely, utterly whipped.

And Quinn's laughter is just a painful reminder of that.

That was just a closure. I wanted to try PezBerry, so I did. And, for some reason that I can't comprehend myself, I also wanted to cover everyone's reactions, not just Shelby's. I'm glad I got to complete this, as I promised.