Title: SLUSH AND BURN (Chapter 9/?)

Author: caffeinejunk

Rating: NC-17

Length: 6,000+

Spoilers: Sometimes spontaneous S2 spoilers

Summary: Angst/Romance/Humor. AU. Ray Brandon Berry is still hated by Quinn Fabray for no reason. But then, the improbable has decided to be the inevitable.

Pairings: male!Rachel(Ray)/Quinn, Quinn/Sam, male!Rachel(Ray)/Puck friendship, male!Rachel(Ray)/Santana, male!Rachel(Ray)/Kurt friendship

Disclaimer: I do not own anything, except for all the mistakes and errors. But, god, how I wish I could own more than the mishaps.

A/N: I apologize for my lazy updating. College is near, and high school is still bitching on me, but I managed to make a long one at least. Thank you for sticking with the story!

"But, if there are two things Ray Berry was positive about himself, they are: that he always wants things too much, and he's going to try and do everything to get what he desires and dreams of."

Chapter 9 – "Aftermath: The Realization Kicks In"

RAY'S POV

I sighed after making up my mind about Quinn's message. In the first place, why am I still kind of pinning for her in secret? Ray Berry is very passionate about achieving the things he wants; that's why I'm always driven for success.

Ending my mental and emotional daze, I lightly shook Santana awake. "Hey, I'm going to go, okay. See you in a bit. Send me a text when you're ready." I smoothed the hair on her head and leaned down to give a chaste kiss to her forehead.

"Okay," she mumbled, still quite woozy from sleep.

I was almost completely out of the bed when a firm arm slung around midriff and pulled me back to bed. It's a good thing I can carry myself perfectly, or else I would have crushed her face. I finally gave up to her efforts because I, truth be told, I was still feeling exhausted from last night. I sat right back where I stood from, and just released a deep worn out sigh. "I have to go," I slowly wiped the crease of her eyebrows with my thumb. "I thought you said I could."

"A few more minutes," she murmured, giving a kiss to my still bare side. I felt her smile against my skin.

"I'll come back an hour before school, promise." I put my right hand up as I spoke.

"Alright, but pick me up soon, Berry… Or, else." She said as she removed her gripping lock around my waist.

I stood up from the bed, and decided to push it because sometimes when it's just this easy, you can't help but milk it. "Or, else what? Are you going to make me pay later?" I said suggestively with raised eyebrows and a proud smirk.

"Oh, so you're into dirty talk now?" She scoffed as she slowly opened her eyes at me.

"I try to practice." I shrugged as I kissed her forehead again, and picked up my clothes from last night, throwing them on haphazardly. Hygiene can't be rushed, I always say.

…

When I pulled up on our driveway, I felt a buzz in my pocket. I decided to delay my checking of the new message till I get inside the house and get over the open questioning from my fathers.

I felt like being a ninja this morning so I stealthily tried to close the door after I came in, and I felt relief wash over me when I turned around because my fathers would have peeked out their heads from the dining area by this time around, but they didn't so they still must be sleeping. I hung my car keys on the hooks beside the front door, so I won't forget them later.

I quickly went up to my room and checked if I skipped any homework to find out I already did them. It's a good thing I do most of them at school, or else I'd be cramming the whole morning.

Getting a fresh towel from the closet, I crouched down to the bottom drawer and felt my pelvic area stiffen. Ouch, although the cause of the cramp is pleasant, I still should have warmed up. I stood up from my position slowly, as not to worsen the muscle pain. I figured a nice, hot shower would suffice to my current predicament.

I decided to wear something nice for today since, well; the victory is only dawning on me. Settling for straight cut black jeans, navy washed canvas plimsolls and a white dress shirt underneath my navy checkered cardigan, I assumed that even Kurt would be proud. I mulled over picking one of my popping ties, but scowled against one of them being stained if ever. I brought out my Coach messenger bag from the top shelf of my little closet and transferred all the things I would need for today there; I felt that the bag would not clash with the nature of my outfit unlike the backpack.

Avoiding making my bedroom door creak so I can delay the incoming interrogation from my parents up to tonight, I slowly pulled it to a close and let out a sigh of relief.

I hurriedly went downstairs, completely decided on forgoing house breakfast and just stopping by a restaurant to pick a salad.

Well, this is a surprise: my keys are missing from their hook. That only means one thing: my fathers are already awake and they want me to eat breakfast with them. Great.

So I went to the kitchen and saw my Dad sitting on the island stool with his eyes focused on his paper while my Pop was pouring milk on his cereal. They already had my breakfast prepared; a bowl of precut fruit was now perched on my usual side of the island, and on its side is a glass of what looks like strawberry-banana smoothie.

"Hey, kid, where did you stay last night?" My Dad said as he took a sip from his mug and put his paper down.

I just want to get this over with because it was now a quarter after seven and Santana's going to be put off by tardiness; well, I think she's going to be put off my tardiness because I for one do not condone such habit. So, I went with my instincts.

"After my dinner with Santana, we were too aroused to even control each other's advances so since her parents were not home, we decided to go up to her bedroom and let her take my virginity. I, for one, was too worked up to even think straight at the moment, so I consider myself skilled to actually had the notion to ask for your permission to stay the night at a friend's." I caught my breath after my explanation. "Oh, but, before we delve into the topic further, I used protection so there's nothing to be worried about."

"Son, I just asked you where you stayed the night," my Dad said, taking in my words. "But, I guess now we know why your hair is properly combed but still tousled on the edges, and we know where you stayed the night."

I looked at them incredulously because I expected something of what you saw in the movies after the main character had just done it with his or her respective partner, but I shrugged on my expectation.

"You should eat something before you go, Kiddo. I already prepared you something." My Pop eyed the bowl of fruit. "And, here are your keys," he fished out my keys from his pocket and slid them onto the island.

"I knew you took them." I huffed as I walked to the stool, bringing my messenger bag to sit atop the free counter.

"Your father and I had the inkling you would not want to eat breakfast with us since your text looked like it was typed by chickens." What did they mean by that?

After taking a few bites of my breakfast, I cannot help but ask about what my fathers meant by my texting. "What was about my text?"

My Pop took out his phone and showed me my message from last night. Yup, my text definitely looked not what I would send in a proper state of mind.

From being in a very compromising position last night, I accidentally sent to my Pop this:

WOn't BE hOmme for tOniht, sleepping a FRLemd's.

Quite embarrassed, I finished my breakfast immediately in silence as the two chucked out a laugh.

"Take care of Santana, okay," Pop patted my back with a nod.

"She is quite a catch even though she and her other friends used to make your life barely bearable in school." My Dad added with arched eyebrows and a small smile.

"I will," I said with a proud smile as I only finished half of my smoothie, slung my bag around my shoulder, and put the keys in my pocket. "See you later!" I waved back at them, running to my car after.

When I got inside, I put my bag in the backseat and pulled out my phone and keys. I checked out my phone and… Damn, I forgot about that message earlier. It was from Quinn and… Fuck, will she always be this sweet?

Thanks! BTW Sam's out w/ some sort of flu… so, can u have lunch w/ me? I know we just became friends and u r supposed to have lunch w/ S, but I just wanted to ask bcuz I don't want to spend lunch w/ cheerleaders who only talk about nails. Their topics somehow always make me wanna puke. Lol. :D -Q

I'm still unsure as to what Santana would think about my accepting Quinn's lunch invitation, but it was only one lunch and our friendship is still at its blossoming phase so it typically needs more bonding moments like what she's offering. Nonetheless, I'm going to ask Santana what she thinks after. I replied to Quinn's message since I felt guilty about making her wait for my response to her small invitation.

Sure, Santana would understand. The topic of nails while eating is certainly plausible to make me nauseous, too, so I guess you are not alone on that. Hope Sam gets better. -R

Okay, that last part may have been halfhearted, but I don't want karma to get the best of me either. After I sent the message, I dialed Santana's number to ask if she was ready to be picked up.

She answered after the second ring. "Hey, I'm ready to go. You on your way?"

"I am still on my driveway, but I'll be there in a few minutes."

"This must not be me, but don't hurry up that much. I don't want you killed after last night and this morning." She purred the last part to my ear.

"Thank you for your concern. Oh, and I don't plan on harming myself, so there will hopefully be more encounters like that."

"Getting smug, are we? Just drive, I'm losing patience. Bye!"

"Bye," I said as she ended the conversation.

As I heard the hum of the engine, I backed up our driveway and started the way onto Santana's house with a smug smile on my face. I am thinking that it's not that dangerous to think about last night while driving leisurely to her house.

Plugging my phone to the dock, I selected one from my "feel-good" playlist. I don't normally get to choose one from this mix unless I get a new solo from Glee club everyone is bickering about.

I stepped on the gas to zoom away from our subdivision rather faster than I normally do.

…

After I stopped the car by Santana's house, I stepped out of my vehicle and decided to go to the door instead of calling her. Not greeting her parents would be awfully disrespectful, and to think that Mr. and Mrs. Lopez are really nice to me.

Mr. Lopez opened the door for me after my first push of their doorbell. He was wearing his lab coat and handling a briefcase with his right hand. Mr. Lopez knew my Pop; they see each other often on the job at Lima Medical Center.

"Pleasant morning, Mr. Lopez, I see you're going to work so I won't be more of a hassle. I was just going to pick Santana up. I'm giving her a ride to school today; I hope you don't mind." I said with a confident stance and a bright smile.

He patted my shoulder with his free hand and returned my grin. "It's 'Samuel', Ray, and a good morning to you, too. I'm glad she's even going to school this early." The tan man held the door more open as he gestured me to come in. "Please wait for her inside. I think she'll come down any moment."

"Thank you, Si—Mr. Lo—Samuel, have a great day at work." I barely enunciated as I went in and he waved me goodbye.

I waited for Santana at their living room and settled on the wooden loveseat by the staircase. Someone went downstairs and I quickly turned my head around to just find out it was Mrs. Lopez along with Santana's older brother, Richmond who was a senior at McKinley. I happen to be known to the Lopez household because we often hung out here, but not as often as we hang out at my place.

I flashed both of them a smile and stood up to greet them with a handshake, "Mr. Lop—Samuel, let me in. I was just waiting for Santana." When am I going to get that right?

I extended my hand to Mrs. Lopez, but he looked at me funny and pulled me into a hug. "Good morning, Ray. Have you had breakfast yet? I'm going to prepare some. Oh, and Santy's going to be right down."

I nodded at her warm welcome, "I just had breakfast, Mrs. Lopez, but thank you for the invitation." I extended my hand to the other Lopez to test my luck after.

He shook his head at my preferred form of greeting and just slapped my hand. Or, maybe that was a high five, only lower. "Morn', Man! What was that all about?" He bent over in laughter pertaining to my attempted handshake. He could be the male version of Santana if anyone would just analyze both their physical and social attributes.

I probably looked dumbfounded as I said, "That was an attempted handshake, but since you insisted on a lower high five, that also qualifies as a proper greeting."

"Okay, whatever you say," he rolled his eyes just like what Santana would do, but only manlier. "I'll call her, she's taking too long."

"No need, Douche Face, I'm already here!" The Latina cheerleader shouted from the middle of the staircase.

Her brother scowled at her nickname for him, but insisted on tattling to their mother. "Mom, Santy's using that language again!" He said in sweet, cunning tone.

"Young lady, language!" Their mother scolded from the kitchen.

The younger Latina rolled her eyes so I raised my eyebrow at her. "Sorry," she muttered just enough for her mother to hear. Did I actually just make Santana do something she doesn't normally do? I must be dreaming. Am I in The Twilight Zone?

"C'mon, Berry, we're going to be late." She gripped my wrist and hauled me to the door before I can even retort something.

"Goodbye, Mrs. Lopez. See you in school, Rich—" I haven't even finished my farewell when Santana abruptly closed the door.

I opened the car door for her, and as soon as I got inside I was welcomed with a fervent kiss with both of her hands palming my face. She moaned when I swiped my tongue between her lips. She let go when she felt that I was almost suffocating.

"Thanks," I said hopefully with a lighthearted smirk.

"You are weird, Berry," she expressed with a chuckle, "but adorable at times."

I leaned over to her side to give her a soft kiss on the cheek. "I have that effect on people." I said after I plunged in the key and rocketed from her house to school. I could practically feel her scoff and disbelieving look once I spoke. Burn?

At McKinley… Still at my car…

"Would it be possible if I go to lunch with Quinn today? She asked if we could develop our neophyte friendship in a meeting for lunch. Sam's sick, and I don't think she wants to spend her lunchtime talking about nails." I said in a very fast, expectant manner. Hopefully, she condones, hopefully.

"I only heard your first sentence, Berry." She furrowed her brows in false doubt.

"I know you understood what I said, Santana. I would not argue if you don't condone of my agreement with her. I'll just have to make an excuse for out friendly tryst." I huffed out in disappointment, and subtly pouted.

She rolled her eyes, "Okay, Mr. Pout-Ass, I have to go with Britt to the mall anyway." She gave me a small smile after.

"Thank you for being so trustful." Taking her hand, I kissed it lightly, but making sure that the contact lingered more even after she took her hand away.

"You're not welcome," she smirked and glared.

I gave her an optimistic smile, strutted out of my car, and opened her door for her. She lopped her arms around my neck, and bit my lower lip softly after a chaste kiss in public.

She tiptoed and whispered slyly, suggestively into my ear, "I'll just have you by recess and free period then."

"Now that can be arranged," I lifted her a little by her waist and pressed a moan-inducing kiss which most of landed on her taut upper lip. "I'm not opposed to barge in school holding you like this, but people are staring; they're already burning holes into my Villain cardigan."

With an effusive glare to everyone she caught staring; she held my hand as the others scampered inside, too. I moved her hand so she can loop her arm around mine instead.

We came through McKinley's front double doors, and became surprised that not that much were surprised about our public display of affection earlier up to now. I even heard someone whisper rather loudly that they saw us in Breadstix last night and that she knew it wasn't long enough before we expose our true relationship status. I think Santana caught my eavesdropping of the two, and she instantly gave them a threatening glare which expectedly shut them up.

"Almost everyone's afraid of you," I told her as we walked to my locker first because it was nearer.

"Almost everyone?" She asked with a raised brow and a disbelieving smirk as I put my stainless pencil case and some books from my locker to my bag.

"Well, to point out the obvious, Brittany seems to have never been afraid of you."

I saw she tried to argue and think of something to retort, but thought otherwise. "B's a given, we've been best friends since like kindergarten. Who else ain't afraid of the Santana Lopez?"

I could not help but chuckle at how she addressed herself. However, I have a much better answer than my first. "I have never been afraid of you. I have always thought you were tough, but I was that determined, too," I paused to rub my chin with my fingers and look up at the ceiling for effect. "And, to think of it, I am probably more determined that you are, given what I went through the past two years."

She scowled and elbowed my gut while wearing a devious smile on her face, "How about now?"

"I'll surrender today because I do not want bruises tomorrow."

"That's my boy," she grinned and rubbed my cheek with her thumb. "You forgot to shave, didn't you?"

"Oh," I bit back my curse. "Do I look homeless right now, because I have a safety razor in here somewhere," I opened my locker again and tried to find my box of emergency supplies and toiletries.

"Stop, you look fine. You look kinda rugged which is a great positive difference from your toddler-slash-grandpa look."

I shook my head at her comment on my normal image, and just closed my locker again. I might as well try this whole dirty, rugged look for at least a day.

Brittany appeared from the crowded halls to our side, and greeted us both with tight, giddy hugs. She stood beside the Latina and innocently spoke, "Hey, Ray, S told me this morning that you guys did it last night, finally!"

I almost covered the blonde's mouth after, but she was so happy and smiley, I could not do it. Nobody seems to have heard anyway. Oh, and Santana scares me when it comes to Brittany's getting hurt in any manner, to be honest.

"I can't not tell B anything, and she'll keep it a secret. Right, Britt?" The tan cheerleader defended.

The lighthearted blonde nodded in approval and turned to look at me then nod again. "I won't tell anyone, Ray. Oh, wait, I already told Kurt." She pouted, disappointed at herself.

I scratched the back of my neck and just went with it, "It's alright, Britt, as long as you promise not to tell anyone else." I beamed at her.

"If Kurt knows, I might as well tell Puck." Santana shrugged.

I had to compromise. "That's passable. You tell Puck because I don't want any of the questions he's expectedly going to give, and just please don't reply with full details. His knowing of our sexual relations is somehow eerie."

Brittany just kept smiling as Santana bobbed her head in the affirmative.

Then I saw a flash of sand blonde cause a divide through the hallway. The swaying of red, black and white, the pride of the Queen Bee, and the fierceness of an alpha lioness was coming our way.

Santana and Brittany never seemed to have noticed the dividing of the students, so they both said they'll meet me later during break with a last whisper from Santana containing the details of our small rendezvous later. It was certainly a small rendezvous because we were going to spend it in a janitor's closet. I don't even know how she got me to accept that unhygienic invitation.

I was surprised when Quinn actually paused in her stride to tilt her lips in a tiny smile at my direction. Before she continued on her way, she glided over a little to my side and said I should check my phone. I can only mutter a fazed "sure" in response as I swallowed the metaphorical lump in my throat.

I checked my phone as she told and found out that she replied to my last text.

McDonalds for lunch? :)-Q

I didn't even think about what I would eat there because all the fast food chain has vast amounts of cooking oil and trans fats. But, I seem to tend to judge impulsively when it came to my new blonde friend.

Sure, we can meet at the parking lot later. I can drive us there. Have a great day! -R

Despite my strict lunch menu requirements, this newfound friendship with my former tormentor – really newfound friendship – is worth at least a shot of beef extract French fries.

...

Focusing on the topic Mr. Wells, my AP Calculus teacher, was discussing – something about how calculus was for critical thinking and that all the solutions he was conversing about is relevant to out lives – was really hard to do. There was a certain golden haired distraction sitting on the seat in front of me. She never really turned around to do anything more than insult me or berate me in our assigned seating position.

The balding man probably saw my trance and snapped me out of my daydream. "Mr. Berry," he said first in a modest voice. "Mr. Ray Brandon Berry! Kindly go up front and show your solution to the problem on the board.

I had to blink a few times to just get back to reality and answer the question in front. I always knew that my advance reading of all my subjects would be of my benefit someday. And that day's today. I went to the board, figured out the formula to use and solved it easily with confidence.

Taking the chalk from my hold, Mr. Wells raised his brows and nodded at my preparedness to answer. "Good job, Mr. Berry, for a second there I thought one of my best students was daydreaming like an underachiever."

"Thank you, Mr. Wells," I shyly muttered and shot the man a decent smile.

As I sat on my chair, Quinn turned around to face me with her eyebrows scrunched in confusion. I was prepared for the insult that will soon come out of her dainty lips. I was not just looking at her lips like a hormonal teenage boy who doesn't care about fulfilling one's 20-year life plan.

She then took her notebook from her desk and placed it on mine. "Can you help me with this? I'm having a hard time getting this with Mr. Wells being so defensive about his subject." She muttered quietly while Mr. Wells had just excused himself for a while. She curved the side of her mouth a little and added, "But you seem to be getting his point."

"Of course, I'd love to help," I almost said out loud. "He is getting quite protective about his chosen major, and I do not plan on following his mathematical footsteps any time soon."

She chuckled at my last statement and proceeded to ask me about the formulas she should use in certain problems like the one I just answered.

…

The thing about helping Quinn in our shared AP Calculus class earlier is that when it's just the two of us, she's really sweet – a side of her that only a miniscule number of people see. She laughs at my attempted humor, and sometimes she just laughs at my sentiments. Her eyes sparkled even more than they usually do even with the death glare in place. Who cares if Mr. Wells had to yell at the two of us to stop yapping and laughing in class? We laughed about it the minute we got out of the classroom.

The head cheerleader asked me what I can eat at McDonalds that would not clash with my dietary choice. I shrugged and said with a smile, "I can figure it out; they must have a salad there."

She smiled and shook her head a few times, "You don't go to McDonalds much, do you?"

"Obviously, not that much," I sighed.

"I'll try if I can make you take a bite of something that, by your words, 'is cooked through violence and inhumane ways'."

"Fair enough, but just so you know, you'll find it a predicament to move me from my determined dietary ways." I smirked confidently at her.

"Good to know, I'll see you later. I'm going to have to get on Sue's Master Cleanse this break."

"Bye," I gave her a tiny wave. "Do not kill yourself too hard on flushing almost everything out of your already fine body."

If there's another perk of being in an AP class, it's that nerds do not care about other nerds. They all see each other as competition in the room and almost outside, too. My friendship with Quinn is safe with them even if they choose to be not entirely immersed in it.

When Quinn was already out of sight, in perfect sync Santana and Brittany rounded the corner with pinkies linked and everyone on Santana's side scampering not to accidentally bump the Latina in the narrow hallway.

"San, I have to go, Artie's here." Brittany said with a sunny hug to me and Santana as Artie rolled himself out of his classroom. She pushed the boy's wheelchair from then on.

"I think we had a deal that I get to have you for break, right?" Santana said in a low tone while her fingers grazed my collarbone and her eyes following her tracing.

"I am still aware of that," I said as I took her fingers which were tracing my neck and collarbone and interlaced them with mine. "What do you say we settle this now?" I playfully whispered with arched brows and a suggestive smirk in place.

"You're getting a hang of this early; I like it." She was now the one tugging me through the corridor.

"Where exactly are we going to spend time?" I looked around me and we were now in an almost empty hallway. The seniors do not get to have their breaks until the next hour so this hallway is clear.

"Here," Santana quietly said as the strong Cheerio pulled me inside what seems to be a small janitor's closet and proceeded to assault my lips with full, languid kisses that will certainly show later on.

I pulled away to breath and follow up, "Are you sure this is sanitary?" I went back to kissing her neck, alternating between nipping and soothing with my tongue.

"Yeah, I've done this. I know this." She's done this? She knows this? Not that I am that surprised, but still.

I put on a scowl and she immediately giggled at my expression. "How do you expect me to react about how you've done this and you know this?"

"That was a long time ago, Berry." She started unbuckling my belt while letting her tongue dance with mine in a slow rhythm.

"No," I gripped her hands below and added, "I'll get my way with you at least for now due to your past escapades here." I circled her tan arms around my neck and pushed her off the ground, letting her sit in one of the janitor's unused cleaning carts.

"You should be friggin' happy I was honest!" She exclaimed as she unbuttoned my cardigan and pushed it off my shoulders.

THIRD PERSON'S POV

"I am, that's why I'm going to return the favor with erotic physical contact." Ray said right as he pushed against Santana's clit even through her spanks. He could feel the moisture seeping out of her elastic underwear.

"Ugh," the Latina grunted and moaned as the boy continued to push and rub harder on the spot of moisture. She had to close her eyes and bite her lower lip to control herself from screaming his name and scolding him so she did to with a whisper and a lick to his ear, "Ray, don't be such a fucker and stop with the teasing."

"So I can stop with the fucking then?" The male diva took his hand away from their job as Santana just stared at him, looking appalled.

"That's not what I meant." She uttered as she shoved his hand back to their position, grinding herself to his smooth, strong palm even when she's still wearing her underpants just to gain a semblance of release.

"I'm glad that we now understand each other." Ray used his other hand to push her Cheerio top off just right to reveal already sturdy breasts with nipples pebbling even harder with the light gust of air he blew on each.

He pinned her hands to the concrete wall on top of her head and went on to suck the life off her hardened nipples. Occasionally, he blew and kissed the two buds lightly – just enough to make the girl writhe more in his control.

"You did not even wear bras today, San. Did you know this was going to happen by recess?" He was now sliding his tongue up and down the valley between her breasts, kissing a little on the side.

"Please, I need this," she ground harder against his rubbing, teasing palm below. So he decided to take pity and also because he did not want her to get revenge anytime soon, he found the waistband of her spanks and pulled it to her lower legs along with her thong-like red panties.

"I am listening, but what is it that you really need?" He trailed her wetness along her folds, avoiding making contact with her protruding bundle of nerves. "You seem so wet; I don't even know what I can do with all this wetness, and to think I haven't even entered you yet." Ray wiped the wetness he collected from her heat to her nipples then cleaning around them with his mouth, flicking each one with his tongue.

Santana doesn't even know what she's supposed to do after that. Her hands could not get out of the grip Ray has them in. Her legs were between his and he cannot really move them freely. She just kept swaying her head side to side, front and back just to control herself from possibly squirting with arousal just as he was entering her folds with no interest on taking them inside her and just finishing the job. "Please, Berry, just," she was having a hard time saying it because she's never said it to a guy – not one she has slept with has ever put her in such an erotic sensation as this – she focused again on just saying it one time, "just fuck me."

"You could have just said it earlier and I would have complied." He kissed her fervently.

"Stop with the talking and teasing. I already said it, just fuck me!" Now she was glaring at him and when she caught her smirking face with her tortured from pleasure eyes, she felt three fingers fill her and the middle one curled and hit that right spot he always found the previous night.

He muffed out her ear screeching screams of his name, god, pants, moans, grunts and profanity with an open mouthed kiss in which he took her tongue fully in his mouth. He let go of hands and they immediately took hold of his perfectly glossy brown curls, almost hugging his face to hers as he continued to pump three fingers inside of her with ease. He let his fingers inside her wiggle to hit that spongy spot with a different sensation than the other.

Santana was so close; she just needed one last push to get her falling off the edge into the hot pit consistently building in her stomach. "I'm so close, I'm so close," she mumbled into his mouth with all the conscious effort she can muster.

"I know, Baby," he said right as he pushed on her small bundle of nerves and started circling it in a fast pace, syncing it with his pumping fingers. She felt the hot sensation burn more furiously inside her gut and she felt herself get enveloped in the pleasure of climax. "You can let go now," he said as he kissed the side of her lips and he felt the Latina sag instantly, but he still continued lightly going into her tight hole – now only with two fingers – and he was now lightly rubbing her nub, assisting her in the sudden, soft climb down from her lingering orgasm.

She felt so light when she finally gained back her strength and pushed herself off the concrete wall to take a hold of his tired fingers and suck each one of them, licking the three clean for him, adding a pop at the end of each blow.

"How can you not be ruining your pants right now?" she said as he helped her get down from the cart. She put in place her top and spanks – she'll change the latter later because it was clearly dripping and ruined.

"I have self-control unlike most men of my age." He proudly said while he got his cardigan off the shelf and put it on again, forgoing on doing the buttons and just letting it hang loose. He did his belt again and relaxed himself more to prevent the tightening of his pants.

"Whatever," she waved him off as she gave him a peck on the lips with a little poke of the tongue. She opened the door, peaking first from left to right and grabbing his hand to lead them both out of the still empty corridor.

"Did you think they hear us, well, mostly you?"

"No," she said defiantly, "half of these assholes don't care, and the other half are probably high." She chuckled at her own quote.

The boy just nodded his head in coherence. They walked through the hallways with their hands interlaced, and Ray's mussed hair – that caught the people's attention and eyes. Santana's ponytail was still intact because he understood that those things weren't done in a snap. Coach Sylvester wants perfection, and one wrong glide of his hand on that ponytail would entail Santana of rash Cheerio punishments. Each one of the bystanders now whispering to each other, but with more of the Latina's glare, the hallway was slowly clearing out.

It was five before their period before lunch. Santana had AP History while Ray had Spanish – with Quinn, of course. The Latina kissed the boy full on the lips as she went inside her class as Ray directed her to. When he was alone and on his way to his class, he took the liberty of checking out his phone for just that one motive.

He received a message from Quinn that read:

Mr. Wells is pretty obese, Coach Sylvester was ryt. He probably eats too much McDonalds. LOL! See u later the parking lot… We're going to McDonalds! XD –Q

He instantly smiled from her rather unusual for her public personality message and proceeded with a reply:

That's mean, but funny! See you later… Oh, and I'll make sure you are the only one who eats at said chicken violence place. :P –R

When satisfied with his response, he hit send and looked up from his phone. He realized he was facing the slightly giggling blonde with the features of Disney Princess come-to-life – she looked like she just got out of a story book, one where he was not sure would have him or could have him be either a serf or a charming.

He shook those thoughts from his head and just gestured her to come in first as he contemplated on a certain tan girl who might have been quite jealous of his little friendly lunch with the DPCTFIACU (Disney Princess come-to-life in a cheerleading uniform). Maybe I need to get a smaller and an easier to say acronym, he thought to himself.

/

A/N: So here's a long update for you guys! BTW, BRAD FALCHUK IS THE MAN! HE NEEDS A BRONZE STATUE FOR GENEROUSLY WRITING FOR US, FABERRY SHIPPERS, FABERRY! If he makes the couple revolve into something beyond platonic… I'll probably cry, fain and spazz in happiness… and I'd make him a shrine of his own… or a gold statue, whichever works. Thanks for reading! Sorry it's late again. *bows her head and goes inside her bubble – FABERRY bubble, that is*