A/N Here's the new chapter. This especially for the Guest reviewer who moaned about me promising that things were gonna happen and then posting really short chapters. I get why you were whining so here's your chapter lol. I finally grew some balls (metaphorically) and attempted G!P smut! Yay me! Please do tell me if I did a decent enough job. I hope I did :/ Anyways, enjoy!

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The soft tweeting of birds coupled with the harsh brightness of the morning sun irritated Santana as she brooded. She didn't particularly want to leave the warm confines of her bed but she knew she had to face the situation head on. The embarrassment of the night prior lingered on her mind. She'd been a mess. Granted, it wasn't entirely her fault (she swallowed down the hurt she felt as she remembered Brittany's late night call) but she'd been pushed to her capacity to deal and that meant she instantly reverted to distraction.

The Latina let out a huff of irritation before rolling onto her stomach, burying her face in the soft pillows. If only it had been Puck she'd been with instead of Berry. Then they would've just fucked, Santana would've spilt for home after and they both could go on pretending nothing ever happened.

But no, it had to be Berry.

And now Santana had a clusterfuck of awkward to face.

The Latina sighed before rolling over once more to the edge of the bed. She had to do it. It would be simple, like ripping off a band aid. She smiled wryly at the chances of that actually being the case as she got up. Hardly likely.

The house was almost eerily silent as she ascended the stairs, intent of going back to the guest bedroom. As far as she could tell the rest of the house was empty and she tried to think back to the night prior, trying to recall if Rachel had mentioned anything about her fathers. Drawing a blank she decided not to worry, moving towards the guest room door. The taller brunette paused, glancing sceptically at the opposite bedroom door. She highly doubted that the diva would just leave her (somewhat a stranger) alone in her house.

Or perhaps she was so embarrassed by Santana's desperate advances that she had left, probably hanging round the mall or worse the Lima Bean; waiting for Santana to leave as she told everyone about how desper- no, she told herself. Berry wasn't like that. She actually had a heart, Santana could see it.

Deciding to brave it she turned to Rachel's door, knocking lightly. She paused, ears straining for a voice telling her to enter. Hearing nothing she knocked again, slightly louder. Still nothing. Conflicted the cheerleader glanced back at the guest room door. She could just get changed and leav- she shook her head, this was no time to be pathetic.

Bracing herself for a possible high pitched admonishment regarding personal space/boundaries she leant forward, twisting the door handle and pushing the door open. She let out a small of breath of air as her eyes peered around the darkened room before locating the lump that was Rachel Berry in the middle of a large four poster bed. As the brunette's eyes adjusted to the light she was able to make out the slight curve of a shoulder and long tendrils of chocolate brown hair as the diva slept on her side, her back to the doorway.

The Latina watched the lump move unperceptively with each deep breath with a soft smile of her lips as she felt a relief wash over her. She shook her head, humoured by her own silliness. She was turning into such a freakin' sap.

"Qeghnmn…" Rachel sighed softly.

Santana froze; eyes wide as she saw the diva begin to move. She didn't want to wake the girl up but at the same time didn't want to be caught creepily watching her as she slept. Before she could decide Rachel grunted, rolling over onto her back abruptly and Santana's mouth dropped open slightly in shock as the smaller girl whimpered softly, body moving in a shallow thrusting motion. The Latina's eyes couldn't help but focus on the prominent bulge clear beneath the diva's duvet. The smaller girl looked…big.

"Qeghnnmn…" Rachel grunted once more and Santana's eyebrow raised, it sounded a lot like – "Quinn…" the diva murmured, hips bucking sharply. The action caused the bunched duvet to move slightly exposing Rachel's left leg mid-thigh. Santana's eyes drifted to the bare skin, considering all she had discovered, all the while contemplating the chances that Rachel was nude under her duvet. The Latina couldn't deny she was tempted to see for herself exactly what the smaller girl was packing but the desire was tempered by the fear of crossing unspoken boundaries.

Rachel had done her upmost to respect the Latina, she should do the same.

"Of course you're attractive Santana, don't be ridiculous." –" If you're still gung-ho about sleeping with me tomorrow, when you're sober and thinking straight then we can talk again."

The Latina bit her lip as she considered the diva's words from the night prior. That hadn't been an actual outright 'no', had it? It was more of a 'maybe next time'. And it wasn't like Santana wanted to rape the poor girl -not that she would need to, she knew she had a smoking body, who wouldn't want sleep with her? Her mind drifted to Brittany and she immediately shut down that train of thought. Regardless, it was just a curious peek. Nothing more, nothing less.

Nodding to herself she quickly moved to the bed before she lost her nerve, reaching forward to grab the edge of the duvet. She glanced quickly at the smaller girl who was now still, slumbering quietly, hard-on still apparent. Snatching a breath she quickly flipped the left corner of the duvet, completely exposing the lower half of the diva.

Her breath caught as her earlier musings were confirmed; Rachel was most definitely naked.

Santana's eyes focussed on the diva's morning wood, which leaned lazily in the air. Santana couldn't help but release a soft gasp, the thick cock obviously wasn't even fully erect yet it was big. Definitely far bigger that Finn Hudson's. Santana fought back a giggle, no wonder Hudson was so eager to badmouth Berry, in comparison to the girl he was nothing but a tiny poke. Lost in wonder Santana couldn't fight the urge to touch, reaching out to lightly stroke the underside of Rachel's shaft, taking note of the obvious care the diva took in her hygiene.

Rachel murmured once more, hips bucking shallowly as Santana quickly retracted her hand. She took stock of her situation, registering her deeper breathing, tight nipples and now damp panties.

The sight of Rachel Berry, exposed and hard beneath her was making her wet.

She almost shook her head at the absurdity. Usually the only way for her get her wet during a random hook-up was to imagine Brittany or the naked girls in the posters on Puck's walls. She was a lesbian for crying out loud. She knew it; she just couldn't admit it or say it to anyone else.

But for some reason Rachel Berry was an exception for Santana. The cheerleader tilted her head as she contemplated the softly whimpering girl below her. Maybe it was because Rachel Berry was for all intent and purposes a girl. She had soft curves, nicely sized breasts, soft pouty lips – everything that Santana loved about the female form. The only difference was the penis between her legs, which Santana considered blithely, could be likened to a permanent strap on.

Rachel's hips snapped up once more and Santana was spurred into action. Regardless of why Santana was attracted to Rachel she was going to do something about it. The Latina moved to the bottom of the bed, watched the diva's face as she slowly kneeled between her legs. Confident that the smaller girl was still asleep she reached forward once more, taking the girl in her hand.

Her eye's watched in wonderment as she clasped her hand around the smaller brunette's impressive girth. Santana couldn't quite fit her fingers around the shaft, at least half an inch between her thumb and forefinger and she marvelled at the softness of the diva's skin and thick veins running from the base of the diva's cock to the tip. She noticed with slight fascination that the Rachel was circumcised, her mushroom head dark and bold.

Rachel grunted, thrusting in Santana's hand and the cheerleader pumped her hand, encouraging the diva's movements as her core throbbed with each breathy whimper that fell from soft lips. Santana swiped at the spongey head, gathering the pre-come that had begun to leak from the tip to lubricate her hands, allowing her to slide easier along the diva's shaft.

"Qeggnnmm…" Rachel whimpered again, hips now moving at a more regular pace. Santana couldn't help but growl low in her throat at what she suspected was Quinn's name again. Rachel's feminine grunts were louder now as her hips thrusted eagerly into the cheerleader's grip. Santana's eyes were so focussed on the smaller girl's cock that she failed to see the diva's eyes flutter open, blearily glancing down before widening in surprise at the Latina between her legs.

Santana's looked up when Rachel's hips froze mid-thrust, gaze locking with the wide-eyes of one Rachel Berry.

Shocked as she was Rachel couldn't help the tiny part of her that was ecstatic to find the Latina in her bed. It was that tiny part of her which revelled in the smirk that suddenly appeared on Santana's face.

"Santana," Rachel began but was cut off when the Latina abruptly leant forward, taking the head of Rachel's cock into her mouth. "Sa-" the smaller girl trailed off in a moan, fighting her fluttering eyes as the cheerleader took her deeper into her mouth, inch by inch. The Latina's eyes, which were now the colour of black coal locked onto hers as the cheerleader pumped the last few inches of her shaft with her hand.

Grounding her teeth Rachel fought for control, refusing to become a victim to her own libido. She grunted out a "No," and reached down, intending to pull the Latina's mouth off her dick. Santana's eyebrow quirked upwards as she swallowed, moving down and taking all 9 inches of Rachel's cock in her mouth. Rachel's hands gripped the Latina's hair as she felt herself bottom out in the taller brunette's throat, shuddering slightly as she felt the muscles in Santana's throat convulse around her cock.

"Nghhhh, fuuuuuckkk…"Rachel whimpered, fighting the urge to thrust. Santana sucked hard, humming ever so slightly before bobbing her head up and down a few times. Rachel threw her head back, hands tightening in raven locks. "I'-I-nghh-cu-gon-ohhhh-cum!" the diva moaned, staring down at the cheerleader widely as she once more deep-throated Rachel, humming Journey's Don't Stop Believing as she did so. Rachel's snapped up once, pushing her cock firmly into the Latina's mouth before she released, warm fluid gushing into the girl's throat.

"Fuuuuuccckkkkk…" the smaller girl groaned, hips sinking into the mattress. She blearily looked down at Santana who was now kneeled between her legs, licking the semen that had dripped out of the corner of her mouth with her tongue.

"Well Berry. That wasn't too bad, now was it?"