Satan and the Schoolgirl 5C
Title: Satan and the Schoolgirl
Author: Helion
Chapters: Chapter 5c: Communication
Pairing: Rachel/Santana, illusions to Brittany/Santana (past), Brittany/Quinn if you squint.
Rating: R, Santana has officially hijacked my brain. Nothing hardcore yet, but 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.
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: I'M SORRY I'M SORRY I'M SORRY!!!!!!!!!! I really am sorry this took so long. This is kinda short but I'm transferring to a University tomorrow and I don't know what my coarse load is going to be like so I wanted to get this out while I still had time. I also want to reassure you, no mater how long it takes me, I WILL finish this story. In fact there are two sequels in my head already, one I've already started working on. I also apologize for any mistakes, and general lack of editing, they are all mine, I just wanted to get this out as soon as possible, I wanted it to be longer but a good chunk of the part after this is already written, I'm just having issues connecting a this to where I want to be going.
I love all you guys, I want to thank you for reading and putting up with my erratic updating, you are a large part of why I enjoy this story so much (aside from the obvious awesomeness of Ryan Murphy and his characters *grin*). Anyway, enough of my rambling, now. Onward!!!!!
Afterschool Special
The next three periods went much the same. All over the school during every passing period Santana and her forces slimed the enemy in icy, sticky death. By the end of the day, two Cheerio’s had resigned and the rest had fallen into place, the only hitches in her plan the fact that Karofsky and a small piece of the hockey team had not submitted yet, but she would take care of that the next day.
No, Santana’s current problem was glee club. More specifically a certain honey-eyed diva that was waiting for her in glee club. She wasn’t so much worried about anyone else finding out, the entire club pretty much caught a free show earlier. Actually she didn’t really give a damn about the rest of the school finding out either, but she was starting to get nervous about the talk that she and Rachel would inevitably have to have.
Not to mention, of course, that she couldn’t keep her hands off the tiny singer if they were in the same room together, which might make dancing a little tough. Santana pondered as she walked to the choir room. She was defiantly going to have to find some way to talk to her girl while both of them were still clearheaded enough to care what was being said; she was pretty sure Rachel was still a virgin, and damned if she was going fuck up her chances by going faster than her diva was ready.
She was, strangely, one of the first to reach the meeting. She sat down in her usual back row seat and awaited the arrival of the others. Tina and Artie entered, poncho’s covered in splash-back from various slushy attacks. Mike and Matt entered next, followed by Puck and Quinn. She was surprised when, instead of taking a seat in the back with Puck, Quinn moved directly for the drumset and started playing around with the sticks again. The bad boy looked confused, but shrugged and moved for the seat in front of Mike and Matt. Rachel entered next, and Santana was surprised when she took a seat in the front as opposed to sitting next to her. In fact, Rachel didn’t glance her way at all.
What the fuck?
She looked over at Puck, who shrugged, and at Brittany who, instead of taking her usual seat next to Santana, sat next to Rachel. When Santana shot her a confused look the blonde just gave her a half grin and repeated Puck’s shrug. If anyone else noticed it was odd, they kept their comments and looks to themselves.
She pulled out her phone and texted her best friend.
Wtf, Britt? She didn’t even fucking look at me. -S
She saw the blonde pull out her phone and type something, then whisper to Rachel.
Just wait.-B
Santana was bewildered, and starting to become worried, enough that she was about to say something about it directly to Rachel when Mr. Schuester walked in the room and called for silence.
“Ok, guys, we have a special treat for you!” The room groaned and Santana scowled, trying to find the best way to walk over and drag Rachel out of the room.
“Thank you, Mr. Schue!” Rachel popped up from her seat and walked over to the piano. Santana raised an eyebrow; Schuester looked affronted at being cut off, but let it go and walked over to his seat. Apparently this was the ‘special treat’ he had for them.
Everyone expected the usual Rachel-rant or insane idea , as she reached the front of the room and opened her mouth. However, they were all presently surprised, if a little perplexed at the words that left the diva’s mouth.
“As you all know, there have been some…strange… occurrences in the last day or two.” She snuck a look at Santana and the Latina caught something in the other girl’s eyes that scared her. “Anyway, I figured that, in lieu of attempting to voice my concerns and, for all my extensive vocabulary, managing to possibly mess it up I’d just, well. Sing it.” She nodded to Brad who immediately put fingers to keys in a song that Santana did not recognize.
“What just happened?
Did you kiss me?
Cause that's a place we've never been until now”
Never the less, her jaw dropped at the first words of the, apparently, very straight forward song.
“And I don't know how it's gonna be after this
Do we pretend these feelings don't exist at all
Or do we fall?
My confusion shows whenever you get so close
I stumble, I stutter, forget what to say
I'm nervous, I wonder why I'm acting this way.”
As Rachel belted out her confusion, she met Santana’s eyes, and the Latina identified the emotion that had scared her before. Fear, and reluctance.
It's temporary insanity
What's going on with you and me?
Is it real or is it fantasy?
Forever or just temporary?
Woah, oh, oh (insanity)
Woah, oh, oh
You made a moved and changed your mind
Too much to lose, you've crossed the line between friends
And something more
Was it all a big mistake?
And if it was, it's much too late to undo
And I don't really want to
Let you go but I still don't know
How I feel about you
What this really means
It's crazy to want you
Is it meant to be?
By the time Rachel had reached the part about her changing her mind, Santana was closing in on anger, because she hadn’t ever backed off. Fuck it all, she had been very clear about her intentions.
By the time the girl had reached the second chorus it, Santana was halfway to the door, about to pass up the diva for the most spectacular storm out ever. Then something strange happened.
Rachel stumbled over the lyrics.
Santana stopped, because it had been just for a second, but she realized her mistake. Rachel continued singing, and when Santana turned she found herself staring in those eyes, while the girl she liked, or more than like, or what the fuck ever had started to close in on the end of the song. As she sang, Santana realized felt tears prick her eyes and she stood there while her Rachel sang to her. Pleaded with her.
It's temporary insanity
What's going on with you and me?
Is it real or is it fantasy?
Forever or just temporary?
Asking for Santana to help her make sense of it all.
Losing my mind
Losing my mind
Losing my mind
She had never stopped to ask Rachel how she felt. Just assumed that she was coping as well as Santana herself was with the ridiculously fast pace that their relationship had taken, in only the last half a day. She had assumed, that because Rachel had been teasing her for the past few days, that even though she had made the first move, that the singer was as sure of Santana’s affections for her as the Latina was of Rachel’s.
She needed to prove herself.
Losing my mind
Losing my mind
Losing my mind
Before the last bridge was finished the Latina was moving for her girl. She caught the Rachel up and tangled her fingers in her diva’s hair pulling her in for yet another searing kiss.
This time she pulled away before they could become lost in each other once again, and looked Rachel in her honey colored eyes. Smiling at the panting, confused girl and once more ignoring the others reactions (Brittany was clapping again, Puck wolf whistled and poor Mr. Schuester looked extremely confused).
“Go to dinner with me Saturday?” Santana asked. The Jewish girl grinned as soon as she appeared to have processed the question.
“Like, on a-“
“A date, yep.” Santana lifted her shoulders back and plastered her most self satisfied smile on her face. “So will you?”
“Uh, yeah. Yes.”
“Good.” Santana pecked her again and nearly dragged the diva back to her seat by the hand she hadn’t realized she was holding. She leaned over and whispered in the girls ear.
“We can talk then.” Rachel turned to her, confused. “I know your confused, and that this is all happening really fucking fast, but I’m serious, and I’m going to prove it to you.”
She leaned into her girl putting their linked fingers on her thighs and leaning their heads together. Brittany clapped again and moved up to sit next to them (after slapping Puck in the head for shouting ‘Again, again, again,’ while swinging his fist around). They sat there like that for a moment, while Mr. Schue apparently tried to figure out why his most hostile student had walked over and kissed her supposedly most hated rival.
“Ok… so I missed something here didn’t I?” He asked.
The entire room busted up laughing.
The rest of glee club was filled with giggling and a general mess. Poor Mr. Schuester couldn’t control the club. They were too busy recounting what had happened concerning the slushy war, the boy’s couldn’t stop talking about the, now four, intense kisses the Latina had received from her diva. Brittany was forced to smack him again. Santana, however, missed most of this as she was distracted by the hand Rachel was absently running up and down her thigh.
When Mr. Schuester finally called a halt to the meeting, seeing as how they weren’t getting much done even with the five times he had reminded them of the urgent need to practice before Regionals, they all stood up and Santana gained enough presense of mind to call out to her generals.
“Puck, Mike, Matt, my house at five-thirty.” They turned around and nodded, a few of the others looked confused. Including Mr. Schue who had not yet left the room. Puck put his arm at Quinn’s back as she stepped out from behind the drum set. “Are you coming with us, B?”
The blonde shook her head. “No, I think I’ll get a ride with Puck and Q, if that’s ok?” Santana did a double take as she registered her best friend sidle up to the pregnant girl and take her hand. Quinn looked mildly confused, but Puck just shrugged his shoulders and muttered a simple ‘whatever’ as he headed out of the room.
“What?” Rachel asked, as they stood up to leave. “Britt just said she was going to head home with Quinn and Puck, why is that funny?” The singer looked honestly confused. Santana broke out into a full on laugh as she attempted to explain.
“Because, Britt’s set her sights on Quinn now, and Q doesn’t even realize it.” At Rachel’s blank look she continued to walk, thinking of the best way to explain. The Latina decided that it was disclosure time anyway as they got in the car and started back to Rachel’s place so she could change out of her ‘school cloths’.
Which really meant she wanted to change out of her jeans and into a horribly short skirt that would wear on Santana’s self control like a match over a rope.
“Alright,” She started. “You know how B and I are kinda known around school for being together, even though we were never really together-together?”
“Uh-huh.” Rachel let go of Santana’s hand and crossed her arms. “I’m not going to like this conversation much, am I?”
Santana laughed at the look on her girlfriends face.
“Calm down babe.” She looked over at the brunette as she drove in the direction of the diva’s house. “You’ve been hanging out with us for months, why are you surprised that I’m bringing up my friendship with B now?”
“I don’t know, I guess I’m just a bit insecure.” Rachel sighed, shaking her head. “After my disastrous attempt at a relationship with Jesse, and then the absurdity with Finn… and I know you still have sex with Britt on occasion.”
“Ok, Rach.” She said, turning into the girl’s neighborhood. “First, I know you really loved Jesse but he’s a mindless self-obsessed robot that didn’t treat you with enough respect to know that a romantic relationship was not the end-all and be-all for any person with a brain of their own.” She pulled into Rachel’s driveway, turned off the engine, and then faced her girlfriend. “Finn’s and idiot, that’s all I have to say about that, and third,” She snagged Rachel’s chin with a finger and forced the girl to look her in the eye. “B and I haven’t had sex since the day I admitted out loud to liking you.”
Rachel gasped.
“So, you mean you haven’t, since…”
“Not at all, for about three weeks now, which has been a little ridiculous but that’s not the point.” She kissed Rachel lightly and looked back up at her. “The point is, my friendship with Britt has just involved sex, but it doesn’t hinge on it. Sex was a way to feel good, and while I’ve known for a while now that I enjoyed it much more than sex with any guy, including Puck and mind you he is pretty good, I’ve never come close to feeling anything like I do when I’m near you.”
“Wha-really?” The diva asked.
“Really.” Santana dived in for a kiss that was far less chaste than the last one. By the time they parted, Santana had the other girl moaning into her mouth and squirming to get closer and both were panting. “Now, get your ass in the house and get your cloths, and ask your dads if you can stay at my house tonight, my mom’s been bugging me about not being home all week.”
“You’re not coming in?” The brunette asked, startled.
“Nope.” The Latina chuckled. “I want to actually get to my house before Puck does!”
A/N: Next Part: Almost SMEXY TIMES!
Author: Helion
Chapters: Chapter 5c: Communication
Pairing: Rachel/Santana, illusions to Brittany/Santana (past), Brittany/Quinn if you squint.
Rating: R, Santana has officially hijacked my brain. Nothing hardcore yet, but 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.
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: I'M SORRY I'M SORRY I'M SORRY!!!!!!!!!! I really am sorry this took so long. This is kinda short but I'm transferring to a University tomorrow and I don't know what my coarse load is going to be like so I wanted to get this out while I still had time. I also want to reassure you, no mater how long it takes me, I WILL finish this story. In fact there are two sequels in my head already, one I've already started working on. I also apologize for any mistakes, and general lack of editing, they are all mine, I just wanted to get this out as soon as possible, I wanted it to be longer but a good chunk of the part after this is already written, I'm just having issues connecting a this to where I want to be going.
I love all you guys, I want to thank you for reading and putting up with my erratic updating, you are a large part of why I enjoy this story so much (aside from the obvious awesomeness of Ryan Murphy and his characters *grin*). Anyway, enough of my rambling, now. Onward!!!!!
Afterschool Special
The next three periods went much the same. All over the school during every passing period Santana and her forces slimed the enemy in icy, sticky death. By the end of the day, two Cheerio’s had resigned and the rest had fallen into place, the only hitches in her plan the fact that Karofsky and a small piece of the hockey team had not submitted yet, but she would take care of that the next day.
No, Santana’s current problem was glee club. More specifically a certain honey-eyed diva that was waiting for her in glee club. She wasn’t so much worried about anyone else finding out, the entire club pretty much caught a free show earlier. Actually she didn’t really give a damn about the rest of the school finding out either, but she was starting to get nervous about the talk that she and Rachel would inevitably have to have.
Not to mention, of course, that she couldn’t keep her hands off the tiny singer if they were in the same room together, which might make dancing a little tough. Santana pondered as she walked to the choir room. She was defiantly going to have to find some way to talk to her girl while both of them were still clearheaded enough to care what was being said; she was pretty sure Rachel was still a virgin, and damned if she was going fuck up her chances by going faster than her diva was ready.
She was, strangely, one of the first to reach the meeting. She sat down in her usual back row seat and awaited the arrival of the others. Tina and Artie entered, poncho’s covered in splash-back from various slushy attacks. Mike and Matt entered next, followed by Puck and Quinn. She was surprised when, instead of taking a seat in the back with Puck, Quinn moved directly for the drumset and started playing around with the sticks again. The bad boy looked confused, but shrugged and moved for the seat in front of Mike and Matt. Rachel entered next, and Santana was surprised when she took a seat in the front as opposed to sitting next to her. In fact, Rachel didn’t glance her way at all.
What the fuck?
She looked over at Puck, who shrugged, and at Brittany who, instead of taking her usual seat next to Santana, sat next to Rachel. When Santana shot her a confused look the blonde just gave her a half grin and repeated Puck’s shrug. If anyone else noticed it was odd, they kept their comments and looks to themselves.
She pulled out her phone and texted her best friend.
Wtf, Britt? She didn’t even fucking look at me. -S
She saw the blonde pull out her phone and type something, then whisper to Rachel.
Just wait.-B
Santana was bewildered, and starting to become worried, enough that she was about to say something about it directly to Rachel when Mr. Schuester walked in the room and called for silence.
“Ok, guys, we have a special treat for you!” The room groaned and Santana scowled, trying to find the best way to walk over and drag Rachel out of the room.
“Thank you, Mr. Schue!” Rachel popped up from her seat and walked over to the piano. Santana raised an eyebrow; Schuester looked affronted at being cut off, but let it go and walked over to his seat. Apparently this was the ‘special treat’ he had for them.
Everyone expected the usual Rachel-rant or insane idea , as she reached the front of the room and opened her mouth. However, they were all presently surprised, if a little perplexed at the words that left the diva’s mouth.
“As you all know, there have been some…strange… occurrences in the last day or two.” She snuck a look at Santana and the Latina caught something in the other girl’s eyes that scared her. “Anyway, I figured that, in lieu of attempting to voice my concerns and, for all my extensive vocabulary, managing to possibly mess it up I’d just, well. Sing it.” She nodded to Brad who immediately put fingers to keys in a song that Santana did not recognize.
“What just happened?
Did you kiss me?
Cause that's a place we've never been until now”
Never the less, her jaw dropped at the first words of the, apparently, very straight forward song.
“And I don't know how it's gonna be after this
Do we pretend these feelings don't exist at all
Or do we fall?
My confusion shows whenever you get so close
I stumble, I stutter, forget what to say
I'm nervous, I wonder why I'm acting this way.”
As Rachel belted out her confusion, she met Santana’s eyes, and the Latina identified the emotion that had scared her before. Fear, and reluctance.
It's temporary insanity
What's going on with you and me?
Is it real or is it fantasy?
Forever or just temporary?
Woah, oh, oh (insanity)
Woah, oh, oh
You made a moved and changed your mind
Too much to lose, you've crossed the line between friends
And something more
Was it all a big mistake?
And if it was, it's much too late to undo
And I don't really want to
Let you go but I still don't know
How I feel about you
What this really means
It's crazy to want you
Is it meant to be?
By the time Rachel had reached the part about her changing her mind, Santana was closing in on anger, because she hadn’t ever backed off. Fuck it all, she had been very clear about her intentions.
By the time the girl had reached the second chorus it, Santana was halfway to the door, about to pass up the diva for the most spectacular storm out ever. Then something strange happened.
Rachel stumbled over the lyrics.
Santana stopped, because it had been just for a second, but she realized her mistake. Rachel continued singing, and when Santana turned she found herself staring in those eyes, while the girl she liked, or more than like, or what the fuck ever had started to close in on the end of the song. As she sang, Santana realized felt tears prick her eyes and she stood there while her Rachel sang to her. Pleaded with her.
It's temporary insanity
What's going on with you and me?
Is it real or is it fantasy?
Forever or just temporary?
Asking for Santana to help her make sense of it all.
Losing my mind
Losing my mind
Losing my mind
She had never stopped to ask Rachel how she felt. Just assumed that she was coping as well as Santana herself was with the ridiculously fast pace that their relationship had taken, in only the last half a day. She had assumed, that because Rachel had been teasing her for the past few days, that even though she had made the first move, that the singer was as sure of Santana’s affections for her as the Latina was of Rachel’s.
She needed to prove herself.
Losing my mind
Losing my mind
Losing my mind
Before the last bridge was finished the Latina was moving for her girl. She caught the Rachel up and tangled her fingers in her diva’s hair pulling her in for yet another searing kiss.
This time she pulled away before they could become lost in each other once again, and looked Rachel in her honey colored eyes. Smiling at the panting, confused girl and once more ignoring the others reactions (Brittany was clapping again, Puck wolf whistled and poor Mr. Schuester looked extremely confused).
“Go to dinner with me Saturday?” Santana asked. The Jewish girl grinned as soon as she appeared to have processed the question.
“Like, on a-“
“A date, yep.” Santana lifted her shoulders back and plastered her most self satisfied smile on her face. “So will you?”
“Uh, yeah. Yes.”
“Good.” Santana pecked her again and nearly dragged the diva back to her seat by the hand she hadn’t realized she was holding. She leaned over and whispered in the girls ear.
“We can talk then.” Rachel turned to her, confused. “I know your confused, and that this is all happening really fucking fast, but I’m serious, and I’m going to prove it to you.”
She leaned into her girl putting their linked fingers on her thighs and leaning their heads together. Brittany clapped again and moved up to sit next to them (after slapping Puck in the head for shouting ‘Again, again, again,’ while swinging his fist around). They sat there like that for a moment, while Mr. Schue apparently tried to figure out why his most hostile student had walked over and kissed her supposedly most hated rival.
“Ok… so I missed something here didn’t I?” He asked.
The entire room busted up laughing.
The rest of glee club was filled with giggling and a general mess. Poor Mr. Schuester couldn’t control the club. They were too busy recounting what had happened concerning the slushy war, the boy’s couldn’t stop talking about the, now four, intense kisses the Latina had received from her diva. Brittany was forced to smack him again. Santana, however, missed most of this as she was distracted by the hand Rachel was absently running up and down her thigh.
When Mr. Schuester finally called a halt to the meeting, seeing as how they weren’t getting much done even with the five times he had reminded them of the urgent need to practice before Regionals, they all stood up and Santana gained enough presense of mind to call out to her generals.
“Puck, Mike, Matt, my house at five-thirty.” They turned around and nodded, a few of the others looked confused. Including Mr. Schue who had not yet left the room. Puck put his arm at Quinn’s back as she stepped out from behind the drum set. “Are you coming with us, B?”
The blonde shook her head. “No, I think I’ll get a ride with Puck and Q, if that’s ok?” Santana did a double take as she registered her best friend sidle up to the pregnant girl and take her hand. Quinn looked mildly confused, but Puck just shrugged his shoulders and muttered a simple ‘whatever’ as he headed out of the room.
“What?” Rachel asked, as they stood up to leave. “Britt just said she was going to head home with Quinn and Puck, why is that funny?” The singer looked honestly confused. Santana broke out into a full on laugh as she attempted to explain.
“Because, Britt’s set her sights on Quinn now, and Q doesn’t even realize it.” At Rachel’s blank look she continued to walk, thinking of the best way to explain. The Latina decided that it was disclosure time anyway as they got in the car and started back to Rachel’s place so she could change out of her ‘school cloths’.
Which really meant she wanted to change out of her jeans and into a horribly short skirt that would wear on Santana’s self control like a match over a rope.
“Alright,” She started. “You know how B and I are kinda known around school for being together, even though we were never really together-together?”
“Uh-huh.” Rachel let go of Santana’s hand and crossed her arms. “I’m not going to like this conversation much, am I?”
Santana laughed at the look on her girlfriends face.
“Calm down babe.” She looked over at the brunette as she drove in the direction of the diva’s house. “You’ve been hanging out with us for months, why are you surprised that I’m bringing up my friendship with B now?”
“I don’t know, I guess I’m just a bit insecure.” Rachel sighed, shaking her head. “After my disastrous attempt at a relationship with Jesse, and then the absurdity with Finn… and I know you still have sex with Britt on occasion.”
“Ok, Rach.” She said, turning into the girl’s neighborhood. “First, I know you really loved Jesse but he’s a mindless self-obsessed robot that didn’t treat you with enough respect to know that a romantic relationship was not the end-all and be-all for any person with a brain of their own.” She pulled into Rachel’s driveway, turned off the engine, and then faced her girlfriend. “Finn’s and idiot, that’s all I have to say about that, and third,” She snagged Rachel’s chin with a finger and forced the girl to look her in the eye. “B and I haven’t had sex since the day I admitted out loud to liking you.”
Rachel gasped.
“So, you mean you haven’t, since…”
“Not at all, for about three weeks now, which has been a little ridiculous but that’s not the point.” She kissed Rachel lightly and looked back up at her. “The point is, my friendship with Britt has just involved sex, but it doesn’t hinge on it. Sex was a way to feel good, and while I’ve known for a while now that I enjoyed it much more than sex with any guy, including Puck and mind you he is pretty good, I’ve never come close to feeling anything like I do when I’m near you.”
“Wha-really?” The diva asked.
“Really.” Santana dived in for a kiss that was far less chaste than the last one. By the time they parted, Santana had the other girl moaning into her mouth and squirming to get closer and both were panting. “Now, get your ass in the house and get your cloths, and ask your dads if you can stay at my house tonight, my mom’s been bugging me about not being home all week.”
“You’re not coming in?” The brunette asked, startled.
“Nope.” The Latina chuckled. “I want to actually get to my house before Puck does!”
A/N: Next Part: Almost SMEXY TIMES!