A/N: I do not own Glee nor the characters within. My mind apparently has too much time to itself, because ideas keep on coming flying at me. So now I'm working on superhero!Santana, bitchy!Santana, a couple of other!Santanas I've been working on, and now it's devious!Santana's turn. *smile* She's just too much fun to explore. Double entendre, oh my. Anyways, this story starts out in the future/present, then delves into the past/present. I'm sure it'll make sense once you read it.

Rachel Berry's lips tasted like ice cream and lip gloss.

The dairy-free ice cream the girl had been eating right before might have had something to do with it, along with her ever-present sheen of Berry Blast, but Santana wasn't going to quibble over the particulars. If Rachel's lips tasted like ice cream and lip gloss, then by god they tasted like ice cream and lip gloss. She wasn't going to be like Puck and ruin the moment by commenting on it.

Besides, that would mean she'd have to stop tasting Rachel's lips, and she didn't want that. She'd worked too long and hard to get the other girl's mouth under hers, and she was damn well going to enjoy it as long as she could.

And indeed, someone upstairs must have been listening to her because the Ferris Wheel compartment they were in didn't seem to have any plans on moving soon. Or maybe it was the twenty she'd slipped the carnie. Semantics. Either way, she knew she wasn't going to have to pummel him for ripping her off.

It'd taken almost two months of planning to get to where she was now, and since Santana didn't do patience, it was almost a fricken' miracle she'd managed to stick to her plan. And it had been a hell of a plan. Pretty genius if she said so herself (which she did).

After first getting past her immediate balking of acknowledging her attraction to Rachel Berryof all people, Santana had quickly recruited Brittany and a kicking and screaming Quinn to help her out. She'd pondered using Puck's help, but Quinn had very happily pointed out that that could easily get messy; Santana found it amusing that as adamant as the blonde had been about avoiding Rachel in the beginning, they were now such good friends Santana had actually felt like she needed to threaten Quinn that she better not try to steal Rachel away from her. Though she wasn't quite sure how deep Quinn's feelings went for the brunette, it made her very relieved that Rachel seemed to only want Quinn's friendship.

Brittany, for her part, had just been overjoyed that she was now able to be open about getting to know and hanging out with Rachel, and Santana had a lot to thank her for. Though their friendship had been going through a rough patch at the time, through Santana's pursuit of Rachel, they'd managed to come to terms with each other and the new status of their relationship.

Which brought her back to her plan.

It had started off simply. Arrange a duet with her and Rachel, then make it necessary that they meet away from school. Making that happen had been surprisingly easy.

Mr. Schue was very fond of the 'splitting the class in half and putting their names in the hat' method of picking duet partners, and, in a moment of brilliance as she saw how the class had been sorted, Santana sent herself and Quinn up with Brittany to demonstrate a new dance move Brittany had invented, 'accidentally' knocking the hat over in the process. Out spilled the pieces of paper, and into the pocket went Rachel's name as the three girls put everything back. One quick slip of hand later, and all Santana now had to do was wait and fake the drawing.

As each member of glee club was called with neither she nor Rachel being drawn, Santana could see Rachel's impatient energy growing, the small girl almost bouncing up and down in her seat. Though her expression had dimmed a little when Finn had called out Artie's name, Santana hoped that was due to how well they sang together and nothing else. Trying to get Rachel to forget about Finnocence was not a hurdle she had wanted to jump.

Finally, it was down to Santana, Rachel, Mike, and Puck; Brittany had been paired with Kurt, and Quinn had only rolled her eyes a bit when she'd been stuck with Tina. Seeing Puck giving Rachel his version of 'come hither' eyes from across the room, Santana growled under her breath, willing Mr. Schue to call her name before someone would have to explain why a piece of paper was missing. She hadn't quite thought ahead far enough for if something like that had happened, having been confident she would have been called much, much earlier.

Again, someone upstairs must have been listening, because lo and behold, Mr. Schue told her to go pick her partner. Santana walked to the piano, rolled her eyes at Puck's leer and wink, and angled herself in such a way no one would be able to see her put her hand into the hat with a piece of paper already tucked into her palm. Then, adopting a disgusted look on her face and putting just the right amount of disdain in her voice, she caught Rachel's gaze and said her name.

Her face falling into an expression of dismay, Rachel's mouth dropped, and it looked like she was seconds away from jumping verbally onto Mr. Schue and making him overturn the results when she did something that surprised Santana. Instead of protesting and making a big deal out of the goings on, she suddenly closed her mouth, gave Santana an appraising once over, and promptly disappeared into whatever place it was where she undoubtedly ran possible songs through her head.

Raising her eyebrow in response, Santana went back to her chair and sat down, a rather pleased smirk stretching over her lips.

And from there, it started. Spending the rest of class gossiping with Quinn and Brittany, barely paying attention to Mr. Schue as he outlined the particular plan for the duets, Santana had enjoyed watching Rachel get more and more fed up with her apparent lack of caring. Knowing just how much disinterest to portray without making the whole plan backfire on itself, Santana made her second move right as the ending bell rang.

When Rachel came up to her, vibrating with righteous displeasure, demanding to know if she was 'serious about this project or not' and going off on something about 'maintaining a perfect GPA', Santana had to cover her amused grin with an annoyed sigh and crossing of her arms. Pinning Rachel in place with a direct stare, she made a caustic remark about not wanting to be seen in public with the little midget (at least not yet), smoothly segueing into telling – not asking – Rachel that she'd be by to pick her up after her ballet class the next day.

And that's what she did.

Knowing Rachel had yet to get her driver's permit, Santana figured that utilizing a car would give her an automatic advantage. Having collected on the favor her older brother owed her by commandeering his sleek red 2006 Toyota MR2 Spyder for the afternoon, she pulled into the parking lot of the dance studio with the top down, checked her makeup in the mirror, and slid smoothly out of the vehicle. Leaning with her hip just below the windshield, back barely brushing against the side view mirror, she crossed her arms, adopted a lazy haughty look, and waited.

Five minutes later, Rachel walked out of the dance studio, and stared.

Santana couldn't blame her – she'd calculated the best way to show herself off earlier that day, after all. Her Cheerios uniform had been replaced with her favorite pair of hip hugger jeans and tight white tank top. Figuring that Rachel would not only be put off kilter by her change of clothes, the fact that Santana had left her hair loose and flowing around her face as well would hopefully force the other girl to view Santana in a different, less school way. No matter the ultimate goal (at least in Rachel's mind) was to talk about their assignment, Santana wanted to achieve some level of separate awareness too.

When Rachel made no move to walk closer, hands clutched around the straps of her backpack and an almost gob smacked expression on her face, Santana smirked inwardly but outwardly rolled her eyes. "Berry!" she snapped out, slipping her designer sunglasses on and straightening, "Get over here already! I don't have all day."

"Santana…" Rachel trailed off as she finally made her way over, opening the door and sliding into the passenger seat, "You certainly look… Personable."

Letting Rachel see her smirk that time, Santana got into the driver's seat and grabbed the other girl's backpack out of her arms. Chucking it into the back and ignoring Rachel's disgruntled protest, she turned the MR2 on, appreciating the sports car hum. "Is that your way of saying I look hot?" she drawled.

Rachel's blush said it all. That made Santana feel particularly good, she could admit.

"So," Rachel spoke up after a couple of minutes, cutting off Santana's idle humming along to the radio. She was seemingly bored with waiting for Santana to explain where they were heading, her gaze watching as the highway flashed past, a hand coming up to smooth windblown hair down. "Would you be so kind as to share where you are taking me?"

Santana studied Rachel out of the corner of her eye, secure in the knowledge that her sunglasses would keep the action secret. After what had probably been a successful ballet session, the small girl had changed into a cute green pullover that had a stylized Scottish terrier on it and a pair of almost criminally short light blue shorts; if anything, she had to give Rachel credit for showing off her killer legs… And Santana was always too happy to look. "Berry," she drew in a breath, dropping her head to look at Rachel over the tops of dark lenses, "Shut up. It's a surprise."

"You know, you could pretend to be a decent human being."

Santana snorted. "What's the fun in that? Now, quiet. I love this song." She reached out and spun the dial up.

Shakira's She Wolf blasted through the speakers, fighting with the wind.

Rachel stared at her. "I don't even know why you bother," she almost shouted over the music, enunciating each word to make sure she could be heard.

"What?"

"I don't even know why you bother! With the wind and interference - !"

"What?"

"I don't even know why you – !"

"What?" Santana cut her off again, snickering.

Rachel's lips firmed, and she glared at her. As the music wound down and Santana reached forward to change it to a more 'decent' level, she crossed her arms and looked out the front of the windshield. "Look," she started again, sounding annoyed, "I only scheduled two hours at the most for this meeting with you, and ten minutes have already been wasted!"

Santana raised her eyebrows. Spotting the exit she wanted, she signaled, expertly pulling off. "Then you shouldn't have 'scheduled' anything, now should you?" she offered, "Or at least talked to me about it – who said I'd want to share two hours with you?" Rachel made it way too easy to throw her words back at her.

"I would have but I don't have your number and you wouldn't talk to me after class!"

It pleased her that it had been Rachel who brought up having each other's phone numbers. "Okay," she nodded, looking at the other brunette and quirking the corners of her lips up, "When we've stopped, I'll allow you the privilege of having my number."

What sounded like a muttered, "How kind of you," came from Rachel, but she nodded anyway.

Deciding not to call her on her sarcasm, Santana asked casually, "What else do you have planned for tonight?"

"What?"

"Tonight. You said you scheduled two hours with me. What else do you have?"

"Oh." Rachel shifted in her seat, playing with the sleeves of her pullover. Santana figured she was surprised at her curiosity, and she mentally told the other girl to get used to it. "Well, at eight, I prepared a medley of the current most popular Broadway hits to practice. At nine, I was planning on looking over the current ideas for Regionals, and then be in bed by nine thirty."

Santana smirked. "Berry, do you do that every night?"

Rachel looked at her. "No, not every night, but I find it prudent to be prepared."

"I see." Answering dryly, Santana decided that her original plan was going to be scrapped. Driving past the shopping plaza that she had been heading towards, she instead took a side street and drove another two blocks. Parking in front of a popular national chain of grocery store that she knew for a fact offered vegan options, Santana smiled broadly at Rachel and jumped out. "Last one in's a short diva," she called out behind her, grinning at the sharp complaint aimed at her back and the sound of Rachel scrambling to grab her backpack.

Catching up to her within the double doors, Rachel stared at the interior of the grocery store with wide eyes. "…I'm not sure I understand the reasons for this stop." Her brown eyes met Santana's, "Do you have to pick up groceries for your house?"

Santana rolled her eyes, finishing folding her sunglasses and attached them to the collar of her shirt, "Really, Berry, don't be stupid. C'mon." She bent down and picked up a shopping basket. "Now, what'cha hungry for?"

When Rachel didn't respond, Santana turned back around. "Berry!" she barked, raising an eyebrow, "Was I speaking to myself? What are you hungry for?" Even if the small girl had eaten a snack after her ballet class, Santana knew from experience that it was quite easy to get hungry again an hour or more after doing physically tough exercise (and ballet certainly counted – Santana found herself wondering what Rachel looked like in her leotard and tutu, then had to deal with the fact that image made her both go 'aww, too cute' and 'skin tight, mmm…').

Taking in Rachel's puzzled smile, Santana motioned with her head for her to take the lead. The new plan she had thought of would definitely give her mega bonus points, and she wanted to get on with it.

"Santana…?"

"Yes?"

Rachel looked like she was searching for what to say. Deciding to let her find the words for once, Santana amused herself by walking over to the fruits and reaching over and grabbing an apple, pausing, then grabbing another as well. Tucking them into the shopping basket, she turned back at a soft touch to her elbow.

"Santana," Rachel looked confused, her eyebrows almost coming together; Santana studied her cloudy brown eyes, aware of how close the other girl had stepped, "I'm… I'm afraid to say that I am very confused right now."

Crossing her arms casually, Santana tilted her head, "Of what?"

In went Rachel's lower lip into her mouth, and Santana narrowed her eyes. Rachel had no idea how devastatingly sexy that habit was. Not only were Rachel's lips incredibly plump and pouty, but her teeth were strong, and her mouth probably very warm. Brittany had told her Rachel'd been one of the better kissers of McKinley High, making up for lack of practice with hesitant enthusiasm. If Santana had her way, she'd have Rachel's mouth opening under hers sooner rather than later. Ooh, and that hot body under her hands. Those sexy legs twining with hers. Long hair gripped tightly in her fist as she gasped and moaned against her…

Santana came back to find Rachel chattering nervously at her. Making out bits and pieces, she decided to cut off the other girl before things got ridiculous. "Hold on, Berry," she raised her hand, stopping the verbal flow.

Rachel shut her mouth with an almost audible click.

"Okay." Dropping the shopping basket to press against her upper leg, Santana leaned most of her weight onto her back foot, "You're all 'blah blah, why, Santana, why?'" Ignoring Rachel's frown, she continued, "Well, look around you! This… Is a grocery store. Where people buy… Groceries. Since I, for one, do not want to starve, I'm planning on buying some food to eat later. I suggest you find some for yourself before I pay and get the hell out of here. And yes, I'm still not telling you what we're going to do later. You're just going to have to get used to not being in control."

Rachel's automatic snarky response was cut off when the small girl blinked and watched her grab a bag of carrot sticks, followed by two bottles of water.

Santana shot her an amused look. It was fun keeping the normally uber-prepared and high-strung girl off balance. Hopefully she could keep her off balance long enough that Rachel didn't even realize it when she succumbed to Santana's seduction. Oh, it wouldn't be easy, but it would be so worth it in the end, she just knew. With someone so obsessed with every detail, she just had to be a tiger in bed.

Finally – finally – Rachel seemed to get it and started picking out her own food, prattling all the while about the vegan lifestyle and comparing the nutritional value of everything. Though she found it slightly interesting to listen to, Santana still refused to put back the packet of Ho Hos she'd picked up. "It's my body and my stomach, and as long as Coach doesn't know, it's fine." ('Sides, she knew one Cheerios practice would burn off all the extra calories.)

Once back in the car, food paid for, buckled up, and Santana evilly smirking to herself, she mentally patted herself on the back. Rachel had no idea just what she had in store for her. Looking over to where Rachel had pulled out her iPod and attached a radio frequency device to it so she could play it over the stereo, adamant that regardless if she still didn't know what Santana was planning, they could get a start on discussing the song for their duet, Santana let herself drink in the other girl's body again.

Yeah, this whole thing was worth it.

Sliding her sunglasses on, Santana started the car, and pulled out of the parking lot. Time to up the Lopez charm.