Satan and the Schoolgirl 5a(pt.1)
Title: Satan and the Schoolgirl
Author: Helion
Chapters: Chapter 5a: The Great Slushy War Day Three
(Get ready for more dorky!Puck)
Pairing: Rachel/Santana, illusions to Brittany/Santana (past)
Rating: PG-13-R (This may change)
Summary: After being named the scariest ruling psycho-bitch in three counties, there is really just one thing Santana Lopez would like to know.
Warnings: Language, Implied dirty thoughts, actual dirty thoughts, and almost door sex. =D
Spoilers: 1x18-1x19
Disclaimer: If they were mine, we wouldn't NEED fanfiction. Also, Glee would prolly be on Showtime, because the places that my brain takes them are not FCC compatible.
A/N: Ok, ok I'm sorry this took so long! I had a ton of writers block! Not to mention part of my city almost burned down because of brushfire that had the personality of Santana on a rampage and my eyes have been glued to the TV for the past two days. But anyway, mostly everything is still standing, the fire's ass is finally being kicked, and the girls are back and more awesome than ever!
This one sort of got away from me, it ended up ten pages in word and its only the first part of the first part of the chapter. Most of it was written today, because I finally, FINALLY, found a song that I can write to that doesn't make me want to tear my hair out from my over playing it! I edited, of course, but I've only gone over it once because I wanted to get it out to you guys as quick as possible.
Day Three: Morning Mischief
The first thing Santana Lopez became aware of the next morning was a comfortable weight on her right side. The second and third things were an arm thrown over her stomach and the smell of strawberry and peach scented shampoo coming off the head that was nestled just under her chin. The fourth was the sound of the front door closing.
Wait. Door?!
Her eyes snapped open and she prepared to lunge off the couch when the lights in the living room turned on and the Berry dads entered her field of vision. She relaxed a little after her eyes reassured her there were no violent home invaders or Cheerio cat-burglars prowling around through the house.
Just Rachel’s dads…
Rachel’s dads, shit!
Santana instantly tensed up again when she realized that the, probably very dangerous, fathers of the teenage girl lying on top of her on the living room couch were standing unexpectedly in front of her. Not to mention the three teenage boys still passed out around the television. She shifted on the couch, preparing to get up, hopefully without waking the sleeping Rachel.
The panic must have shown in her eyes because the two men merely chuckled. David put a finger to his lips as Rachel shifted in her sleep.
“Go back to sleep, we’ll wake you kids up in time for school.” Russell whispered, turning, he flicked off the lights and headed for the stairs with his husband.
Santana felt the girl that had once again managed to tangle herself around her in their sleep shift and mumble something. She brushed the hair out of the diva’s face.
“What’s that Estrella?” Sleepy eyes looked up to see Santana’s face and she felt her breath catch again, wondering how she had managed to go so long tormenting the girl when it was so much more awesome to see her like this.
“Mmm… Time to get up?” Rachel asked, her voice husky and sleep clogged. Santana smiled down at her sleep addled singer.
“Uh-uh.” Santana murmured sleepily. “We’ve still got a few hours Rach. Go back to sleep.”
“Mmmhmm…” Santana smiled as the girl cuddled back into her, wrapping her arm around the smaller teen’s back. It only took seconds for the girl’s breathing to even out, and the next thing she knew Santana was back to clichéd dreams of Rachel singing to her in a meadow full of flowers.
Santana was having a strange sense of déjà vu. She was aware of a comfortable weight partially on top of her, the sweat peach scent of shampoo and an arm thrown over her midsection. Only this time instead of a door slam, she was roused by the smell of cooking bacon. She shifted, noticing the pleasant weight over her do the same. The Latina became vaguely aware of the fact that her limbs were once again hopelessly tangled with Rachel’s and she curled into the girl, secretly wishing that they never had to get up for school.
Or anything else. Ever.
Santana sighed, and was surprised when she opened her eyes to be met with the already wide awake honey colored ones she was quickly becoming sure she would never, in her life, get tired of seeing. Eyes that belonged the girl currently using her as a full body pillow. Santana met her diva’s smile with one of her own.
“Morning. Do I smell food?”
“Yup.” The girl leaned down and pecked her on the lips, just briefly, before untangling herself and nearly jumping off the couch. Santana laid their stunned for a moment.“Dad and Daddy must have gotten back last night!” Santana raised her fingers to her lips, a slow smile starting to form.
“Come on, Lopez, don’t look so stunned.” The tiny diva said, a devilish look in her eye. She grabbed Santana’s hand and pulled her up off the couch. “I wanted to do that yesterday, but Noah interrupted- Oomph!”
Speaking of Noah fucking Puckerman, Santana just barely managed to catch her diva around the waist as she tripped over the large boy, who was still snuggled up with his Super Soaker and remote control. Unfortunately, (or possibly fortunately as Santana realized she had the diva’s body pressed flush against her again) they landed in a pile on the smaller couch opposite them. Which, in retrospect, she was glad no one decided to sleep on as it would have made for some very awkward moments.
“Ouch!”
“What the fuck Lopez!” Puck’s reaction was immediate, lunging up and pointing the remote at them as if it were some sort of weapon.
“Hey!” She said from around Rachel’s shoulder. “Why do you always think it’s me whenever someone trips over your oversized ass!”
“Noah, why are you sleeping on the floor in the first place, when there is a perfectly good couch right here? Sleeping on the floor is not superior support for your back, I would assume that having a bad back would be detrimental to- Eeep!” Santana giggled, yes actually giggled, at the sound Rachel made when the Latina poked her in the side. The diva turned glare at her, and Santana had plastered a huge smirk on her face.
“Get off of me, Streisand. I want breakfast.” The insult held none of the sting it usually did. “You can lecture Puck on the detriments of floor sleeping at the table.” For emphasis she poked the girl again, receiving an equally indignant noise for her efforts. Still, she succeeded in getting the girl to move, though afterward she wasn’t really quite sure why that was her goal to begin with.
“Wait. Did you just giggle Lopez.” Puck said as she rose from the couch.
“I don’t giggle.”
“I think you did.” Puck grinned as he launched himself up from the floor.
“I have to concur with Noah, you definitely giggled.”
“I did not. You, however, squeaked. So I wouldn’t talk if I were you, Berry.”
“Well luckily you’re not me, and you did giggle.”
Santana sputtered as they entered the kitchen and sat down at the large table. Russell was standing at the stove making eggs while his husband ran around the kitchen putting together ingredients for pancakes.
“I think you giggled a little.” Said a sleepy voice from the doorway. A disheveled Brittany stood in the between the kitchen and livingroom, still wearing the sweats and t-shirt she had changed into after Cheerios practice the day before. Santana let her head fall to the table with a thunk.
“I. Did. Not. Giggle.”
“We think you did.” Grinned Rutherford, who appeared from the living room with Mike Chang. Their smiles faded when Santana rolled her head to the side and glared at them from under the curtain of her hair. Then Brittany poked her in the shoulder as she passed, taking a seat next to Puck.
“Don’t glare. It’s not our fault you giggled.”
“I didn’t-”
“So, Russell, breakfast smells great!” Puck jumped in, as the two men started setting plates on the table. Santana picked her head up and looked at the array of food. As soon as their plates were filled, Santana felt Puck, and worse Rachel and Brittany, looking at her with expressions that said they were not going to let the giggle conversation go.
Ok, new subject.
“I thought you were vegan, Berry.” She said as she took a bite of her omelet. The taste was fantastic, and she barely resisted the urge to voice her satisfaction with an approving groan. Omelets were her favorite, but they rarely had time for a sit down breakfast at her house. Not surprising with two working parents, a college boy, two teenagers and a nine year old running around.
“I am.” Rachel paused, cocking her head and laughing. “I seem to be saying that phrase to you often in the last few days. Anyway, it’s an egg substitute. The only thing on this table that isn’t vegan is the sausage and bacon.” She made a face. “Daddy likes his meat.”
Puck and Matt choked on their food. Puck, however, instantly recovered and started immediately started shoving breakfast meat on his plate; Santana, Brittany and Mike quickly followed suit. Rachel looked a little annoyed at the carnivorous behavior going on at the table, but didn’t make as big of a deal out of it as Santana had expected, she simply went back to her fake eggs and pancakes.
“Sure as hell doesn’t taste like phony eggs.” Santana said as she swallowed a mouthful. “Thanks Russell, Dave. It’s all amazing.” The others voiced and nodded their agreement as the Berry dads sat down at the table with them.
“So what’s the plan today?” Mike piped up. Santana opened her mouth to answer, and this time it was her turn to choke on her food.
Rachel’s hand had found its way to her thigh. Again. She looked over at the diva, who simply shoved another mouthful of fake omelet in her mouth. Santana took a sip of her juice, trying to breathe normaly without drawing attention to the fact that her hosts’ daughter had a hand dangerously close to a place it certainly shouldn’t be at the breakfast table. The same hosts’ daughter who had a devilish look in her eye as she applied pressure to the Latina’s leg.
What?! The little diva’s doing it on purpose! At least now I don’t have to worry about her swinging my way. I wonder how...
She looked over at Brittany who was grinning at her plate. That little turncoat! She tipped Berry off. She felt Rachel’s thumb start to stroke the outside of her thigh. Also, remember, shorts are bad around people. Very. Bad.
Santana put her fork down and forced herself to concentrate.
“Well, first we have to get everyone together like we talked about last night. We can have a glee meeting at lunch again.” Santana looked around the table. Rachel’s dads looked amused. Mike and Matt were just eating, apparently waiting to hear their orders. Brittany was extremely interested in her food, and Rachel; Rachel still had that satisfied, borderline evil, look in her eye.
Ok, Berry. You wanna play a game of ‘whose gonna crack first’. We’ll play, and I’m so going to enjoy it! She looked the diva straight in the eye and threw a smirk at her. The look faltered for a half a second, and then returned full force. Her diva tossed a smirk right back at the her. Santana cocked an eyebrow and turned back to the others, who mostly had missed their split second exchange.
You are so on!
“Then what, Lopez, I know you’ve got a better plan than ‘meet in the choir room’ up your sleeve.” Puck grunted around his food, spreading his arms out as space would allow. “Were your loyal generals, give us a preview.” Santana’s smirk was replaced with a full force wolf grin as she leaned in to look at them all.
“Alright guys. Do you guys remember when Mr. Simmons taught us about the Blitzkrieg?”
Ice Cold War
Santana Lopez was on top again. That morning, after going home to quickly change cloths and tell her mother that they had been working on the “World War Three” project at school, she stepped out of her car with Rachel and Rutherford. Only two jocks had the nerve to try to get in their faces before Pucks truck rolled into the parking lot. Matt took out one of them while, while Santana kicked the other directly in the balls. Rachel had introduced the poor bastard’s face to her knee before Puck and Quinn even set foot on the pavement.
During the classes she had with the diva, she met the girl with as good as she gave. A hand on her thigh was repaid with stony silence. She forced herself to look away second before the girl turned around every time she bent over to pick up a pencil. Which was far more often than anyone normally dropped a pencil. It also sucked having to feign disinterest when she was faced with the girls well toned legs or surprisingly impressive cleavage every fifteen minutes.
Karofsky was still running his little rebellion, and there were still a few delusional Cheerio’s that were opposing her. She had several of her JV spies notify her via text message that Karofsky was planning something for the next day. Karofsky still had an uncomfortable number of students backing him, even though Santana’s people had managed to persuade the majority to their side. Half of the Drama students had turned to Karofsky (she had to draw the line somewhere), and others still had made pacts to only pick on the fringes of the testosterone junky’s troops leaving Santana’s people un-harried. There was, as of yet, a number of students that were backing no one and waiting to see how the cards would fall.
Still, the halls parted for her as they used too. She and her girl stalked through the hallways flanked by at least ten Cheerio’s in full uniform at any given time. Puck still played bodyguard to Quinn, who had the unfortunate affliction of still being seen as invisible, only this time he walked with a good half of the football team behind him. Mike and Matt also had legions of Jocks following them, and Santana had dispersed some of her Cheerios to back Kurt. This had the side effect of protecting Mercedes and Tina from any unexpected attack. The lines were drawn and Karofsky’s small army was afraid to attack without a full plan backing them.
Santana Lopez had officially converted the biggest ice bath in McKinley history into a literal cold war.
After her lunch period, she would finally press the big red button.
Part 2
Author: Helion
Chapters: Chapter 5a: The Great Slushy War Day Three
(Get ready for more dorky!Puck)
Pairing: Rachel/Santana, illusions to Brittany/Santana (past)
Rating: PG-13-R (This may change)
Summary: After being named the scariest ruling psycho-bitch in three counties, there is really just one thing Santana Lopez would like to know.
Warnings: Language, Implied dirty thoughts, actual dirty thoughts, and almost door sex. =D
Spoilers: 1x18-1x19
Disclaimer: If they were mine, we wouldn't NEED fanfiction. Also, Glee would prolly be on Showtime, because the places that my brain takes them are not FCC compatible.
A/N: Ok, ok I'm sorry this took so long! I had a ton of writers block! Not to mention part of my city almost burned down because of brushfire that had the personality of Santana on a rampage and my eyes have been glued to the TV for the past two days. But anyway, mostly everything is still standing, the fire's ass is finally being kicked, and the girls are back and more awesome than ever!
This one sort of got away from me, it ended up ten pages in word and its only the first part of the first part of the chapter. Most of it was written today, because I finally, FINALLY, found a song that I can write to that doesn't make me want to tear my hair out from my over playing it! I edited, of course, but I've only gone over it once because I wanted to get it out to you guys as quick as possible.
Day Three: Morning Mischief
The first thing Santana Lopez became aware of the next morning was a comfortable weight on her right side. The second and third things were an arm thrown over her stomach and the smell of strawberry and peach scented shampoo coming off the head that was nestled just under her chin. The fourth was the sound of the front door closing.
Wait. Door?!
Her eyes snapped open and she prepared to lunge off the couch when the lights in the living room turned on and the Berry dads entered her field of vision. She relaxed a little after her eyes reassured her there were no violent home invaders or Cheerio cat-burglars prowling around through the house.
Just Rachel’s dads…
Rachel’s dads, shit!
Santana instantly tensed up again when she realized that the, probably very dangerous, fathers of the teenage girl lying on top of her on the living room couch were standing unexpectedly in front of her. Not to mention the three teenage boys still passed out around the television. She shifted on the couch, preparing to get up, hopefully without waking the sleeping Rachel.
The panic must have shown in her eyes because the two men merely chuckled. David put a finger to his lips as Rachel shifted in her sleep.
“Go back to sleep, we’ll wake you kids up in time for school.” Russell whispered, turning, he flicked off the lights and headed for the stairs with his husband.
Santana felt the girl that had once again managed to tangle herself around her in their sleep shift and mumble something. She brushed the hair out of the diva’s face.
“What’s that Estrella?” Sleepy eyes looked up to see Santana’s face and she felt her breath catch again, wondering how she had managed to go so long tormenting the girl when it was so much more awesome to see her like this.
“Mmm… Time to get up?” Rachel asked, her voice husky and sleep clogged. Santana smiled down at her sleep addled singer.
“Uh-uh.” Santana murmured sleepily. “We’ve still got a few hours Rach. Go back to sleep.”
“Mmmhmm…” Santana smiled as the girl cuddled back into her, wrapping her arm around the smaller teen’s back. It only took seconds for the girl’s breathing to even out, and the next thing she knew Santana was back to clichéd dreams of Rachel singing to her in a meadow full of flowers.
Santana was having a strange sense of déjà vu. She was aware of a comfortable weight partially on top of her, the sweat peach scent of shampoo and an arm thrown over her midsection. Only this time instead of a door slam, she was roused by the smell of cooking bacon. She shifted, noticing the pleasant weight over her do the same. The Latina became vaguely aware of the fact that her limbs were once again hopelessly tangled with Rachel’s and she curled into the girl, secretly wishing that they never had to get up for school.
Or anything else. Ever.
Santana sighed, and was surprised when she opened her eyes to be met with the already wide awake honey colored ones she was quickly becoming sure she would never, in her life, get tired of seeing. Eyes that belonged the girl currently using her as a full body pillow. Santana met her diva’s smile with one of her own.
“Morning. Do I smell food?”
“Yup.” The girl leaned down and pecked her on the lips, just briefly, before untangling herself and nearly jumping off the couch. Santana laid their stunned for a moment.“Dad and Daddy must have gotten back last night!” Santana raised her fingers to her lips, a slow smile starting to form.
“Come on, Lopez, don’t look so stunned.” The tiny diva said, a devilish look in her eye. She grabbed Santana’s hand and pulled her up off the couch. “I wanted to do that yesterday, but Noah interrupted- Oomph!”
Speaking of Noah fucking Puckerman, Santana just barely managed to catch her diva around the waist as she tripped over the large boy, who was still snuggled up with his Super Soaker and remote control. Unfortunately, (or possibly fortunately as Santana realized she had the diva’s body pressed flush against her again) they landed in a pile on the smaller couch opposite them. Which, in retrospect, she was glad no one decided to sleep on as it would have made for some very awkward moments.
“Ouch!”
“What the fuck Lopez!” Puck’s reaction was immediate, lunging up and pointing the remote at them as if it were some sort of weapon.
“Hey!” She said from around Rachel’s shoulder. “Why do you always think it’s me whenever someone trips over your oversized ass!”
“Noah, why are you sleeping on the floor in the first place, when there is a perfectly good couch right here? Sleeping on the floor is not superior support for your back, I would assume that having a bad back would be detrimental to- Eeep!” Santana giggled, yes actually giggled, at the sound Rachel made when the Latina poked her in the side. The diva turned glare at her, and Santana had plastered a huge smirk on her face.
“Get off of me, Streisand. I want breakfast.” The insult held none of the sting it usually did. “You can lecture Puck on the detriments of floor sleeping at the table.” For emphasis she poked the girl again, receiving an equally indignant noise for her efforts. Still, she succeeded in getting the girl to move, though afterward she wasn’t really quite sure why that was her goal to begin with.
“Wait. Did you just giggle Lopez.” Puck said as she rose from the couch.
“I don’t giggle.”
“I think you did.” Puck grinned as he launched himself up from the floor.
“I have to concur with Noah, you definitely giggled.”
“I did not. You, however, squeaked. So I wouldn’t talk if I were you, Berry.”
“Well luckily you’re not me, and you did giggle.”
Santana sputtered as they entered the kitchen and sat down at the large table. Russell was standing at the stove making eggs while his husband ran around the kitchen putting together ingredients for pancakes.
“I think you giggled a little.” Said a sleepy voice from the doorway. A disheveled Brittany stood in the between the kitchen and livingroom, still wearing the sweats and t-shirt she had changed into after Cheerios practice the day before. Santana let her head fall to the table with a thunk.
“I. Did. Not. Giggle.”
“We think you did.” Grinned Rutherford, who appeared from the living room with Mike Chang. Their smiles faded when Santana rolled her head to the side and glared at them from under the curtain of her hair. Then Brittany poked her in the shoulder as she passed, taking a seat next to Puck.
“Don’t glare. It’s not our fault you giggled.”
“I didn’t-”
“So, Russell, breakfast smells great!” Puck jumped in, as the two men started setting plates on the table. Santana picked her head up and looked at the array of food. As soon as their plates were filled, Santana felt Puck, and worse Rachel and Brittany, looking at her with expressions that said they were not going to let the giggle conversation go.
Ok, new subject.
“I thought you were vegan, Berry.” She said as she took a bite of her omelet. The taste was fantastic, and she barely resisted the urge to voice her satisfaction with an approving groan. Omelets were her favorite, but they rarely had time for a sit down breakfast at her house. Not surprising with two working parents, a college boy, two teenagers and a nine year old running around.
“I am.” Rachel paused, cocking her head and laughing. “I seem to be saying that phrase to you often in the last few days. Anyway, it’s an egg substitute. The only thing on this table that isn’t vegan is the sausage and bacon.” She made a face. “Daddy likes his meat.”
Puck and Matt choked on their food. Puck, however, instantly recovered and started immediately started shoving breakfast meat on his plate; Santana, Brittany and Mike quickly followed suit. Rachel looked a little annoyed at the carnivorous behavior going on at the table, but didn’t make as big of a deal out of it as Santana had expected, she simply went back to her fake eggs and pancakes.
“Sure as hell doesn’t taste like phony eggs.” Santana said as she swallowed a mouthful. “Thanks Russell, Dave. It’s all amazing.” The others voiced and nodded their agreement as the Berry dads sat down at the table with them.
“So what’s the plan today?” Mike piped up. Santana opened her mouth to answer, and this time it was her turn to choke on her food.
Rachel’s hand had found its way to her thigh. Again. She looked over at the diva, who simply shoved another mouthful of fake omelet in her mouth. Santana took a sip of her juice, trying to breathe normaly without drawing attention to the fact that her hosts’ daughter had a hand dangerously close to a place it certainly shouldn’t be at the breakfast table. The same hosts’ daughter who had a devilish look in her eye as she applied pressure to the Latina’s leg.
What?! The little diva’s doing it on purpose! At least now I don’t have to worry about her swinging my way. I wonder how...
She looked over at Brittany who was grinning at her plate. That little turncoat! She tipped Berry off. She felt Rachel’s thumb start to stroke the outside of her thigh. Also, remember, shorts are bad around people. Very. Bad.
Santana put her fork down and forced herself to concentrate.
“Well, first we have to get everyone together like we talked about last night. We can have a glee meeting at lunch again.” Santana looked around the table. Rachel’s dads looked amused. Mike and Matt were just eating, apparently waiting to hear their orders. Brittany was extremely interested in her food, and Rachel; Rachel still had that satisfied, borderline evil, look in her eye.
Ok, Berry. You wanna play a game of ‘whose gonna crack first’. We’ll play, and I’m so going to enjoy it! She looked the diva straight in the eye and threw a smirk at her. The look faltered for a half a second, and then returned full force. Her diva tossed a smirk right back at the her. Santana cocked an eyebrow and turned back to the others, who mostly had missed their split second exchange.
You are so on!
“Then what, Lopez, I know you’ve got a better plan than ‘meet in the choir room’ up your sleeve.” Puck grunted around his food, spreading his arms out as space would allow. “Were your loyal generals, give us a preview.” Santana’s smirk was replaced with a full force wolf grin as she leaned in to look at them all.
“Alright guys. Do you guys remember when Mr. Simmons taught us about the Blitzkrieg?”
Ice Cold War
Santana Lopez was on top again. That morning, after going home to quickly change cloths and tell her mother that they had been working on the “World War Three” project at school, she stepped out of her car with Rachel and Rutherford. Only two jocks had the nerve to try to get in their faces before Pucks truck rolled into the parking lot. Matt took out one of them while, while Santana kicked the other directly in the balls. Rachel had introduced the poor bastard’s face to her knee before Puck and Quinn even set foot on the pavement.
During the classes she had with the diva, she met the girl with as good as she gave. A hand on her thigh was repaid with stony silence. She forced herself to look away second before the girl turned around every time she bent over to pick up a pencil. Which was far more often than anyone normally dropped a pencil. It also sucked having to feign disinterest when she was faced with the girls well toned legs or surprisingly impressive cleavage every fifteen minutes.
Karofsky was still running his little rebellion, and there were still a few delusional Cheerio’s that were opposing her. She had several of her JV spies notify her via text message that Karofsky was planning something for the next day. Karofsky still had an uncomfortable number of students backing him, even though Santana’s people had managed to persuade the majority to their side. Half of the Drama students had turned to Karofsky (she had to draw the line somewhere), and others still had made pacts to only pick on the fringes of the testosterone junky’s troops leaving Santana’s people un-harried. There was, as of yet, a number of students that were backing no one and waiting to see how the cards would fall.
Still, the halls parted for her as they used too. She and her girl stalked through the hallways flanked by at least ten Cheerio’s in full uniform at any given time. Puck still played bodyguard to Quinn, who had the unfortunate affliction of still being seen as invisible, only this time he walked with a good half of the football team behind him. Mike and Matt also had legions of Jocks following them, and Santana had dispersed some of her Cheerios to back Kurt. This had the side effect of protecting Mercedes and Tina from any unexpected attack. The lines were drawn and Karofsky’s small army was afraid to attack without a full plan backing them.
Santana Lopez had officially converted the biggest ice bath in McKinley history into a literal cold war.
After her lunch period, she would finally press the big red button.
Part 2