I Know You Want Me - Chapter Nineteen
Title: I Know You Want Me
Author: Sio & Maura
Rating: Hard NC-17
Length: 97,689
Spoilers: This is AU. No Beth. No Lucy. Puck/Rachel lasted for a few months instead of a week and Jesse is a bigger ass than canon. Also Santana's promiscuity implied in the canon is not in effect for this fic for reasons that will be made evident.
Pairing: Rachel/Santana, Puck/Quinn
Summary: Rachel's longed after someone since the first day they met, but will a big secret bring them together or destroy them?
Warnings (highlight to read): Gender Identity Disorder, pregnancy, angst, topping, language, voyeurism, dub-con, non-con, anal, oral, vaginal, public, fisting, size-kink, and talk of self harm
Authors' Note: Sorry I haven't been posting the last couple weeks, everyone. I've been super busy wrapping things up for Maura and my entry for the Glee Bang (which will be being posted on Apr 5 so keep a eye out! It's super long. :)) but I'm going to be posting every day (excluding the weekends when I'm online less) until I catch up to where she is on FF.net and go back to the once a week schedule.
Chapter 19
It was frustrating. Most of the few places hiring someone as young as she was either weren't paying enough to support her family or weren't interested once she insisted she wasn't interested in taking off her clothes for them. She was trudging home from another day of fruitless searching when she passed the club that had been under construction since they'd moved into town two weeks earlier.
Something was different this time though. Tucked into a corner of the big plate glass window was a small black and red sign that made her stop in her tracks. Help wanted, it read, inquire within.
Santana pushed open the dark wood doors and looked around. It was a dimly lit club with a small stage outfitted with a full band set up. She walked over to the bar and looked around. "Hello?" She called out into the empty club. A head popped out from the back and the middle-aged, slender African-American man it belonged to looked her up and down.
"Are you lost?" He asked as he came over to the bar.
"No, are you looking to hire someone? Cause your sign says you are and I'm lookin' for a job," she said with confidence. "What is this some sort of bar or nightclub?" She asked as she looked around trying to get a better feel for the place.
"Something like that," he admitted, climbing up on a stool and leaning back against the bar as he watched her. "I'm looking to make a music club, which I know is a dime a dozen in this town, but I ain't focusing on jazz or some other particular form of music." He shrugged, "What kind of work are you looking for, little girl? You even old enough to be working in a place like this?"
"I'm legal." She said simply, "I sing, I can pour a mean drink, I'm hot and I play guitar... what more do you want?"
"Not to get arrested?" He looked her over.
She smirked as she leaned against the counter. "I just need a job and I love music and wanna work here." She crossed her arms under her chest to make her cleavage more promanate. "What do you think, wanna give me a chance?"
He shook his head with a smirk, "Sweetheart, you obviously got the flirts to get tips, but you're a little too curvy and soft for my tastes, if you catch my drift. You got a resume? A lot of people claim they can sing and play, but a lot also wouldn't know how to carry a tune in a bucket. You want to do your thing in my club, you gotta be versatile and prove you're a headliner and not someone better suited to standing in the back and swaying."
Santana pulled out a her resume and slid a CD onto the top. She had gotten a copy of a recording of her performances during Glee Club of Valerie and several other songs and made the CD using her garage band program. "I can sing, play, give lessons... whatever. I just really need a job and I'll pretty much do anything to get one. This seems like a good place, I can get you other singers as well if you need them. My voice is more raspy but I got friends moving down here that are more mellow and shit and my girlfriend can belt like a fucking Broadway star. Please just give me a chance."
The man picked up the CD case and tapped it against the bar thoughtfully as he glanced over the resume. "This contact number you got on here is good, I'm assuming," he nodded at the resume. "Frankly, I'm impressed you admitted to having a girlfriend. This might be the French Quarter, but you can still get the hell kicked out of you for being out, so that took guts. I like it and I also like the idea of giving a sapphic sister with that much spunk a leg up." He set the CD on the counter with a soft slap, covering it with one long fingered hand. "I tell you what. I'm going to listen to this and if it's good enough, I'll consider you for a singing position. If it's not, I'm still gonna need a good waitress, maybe even a bartender."
He stood and held a hand out to Santana. "The name's Andre. Andre Plessy. You say your girl can sing, then you oughta bring her down sometime. Same with your friends. I ain't hiring a singer unheard."
"Word," Santana smiled, as she looked around again. "I can sing, but bartending and waitressing is good too."
"Well, you be honest and work hard and you'll find a job with me. Besides," he smirked, hopping off the stool, "you're the first person to come in looking for a job and I've had that sign up for a week now. Now, just to make something clear, I don't tolerate no one turning tricks outta my place just like I won't abide patrons taking liberties with my staff. I ain't saying you'd do anything like that, but that's my policy."
"That's cool." She said with a shrug. "I'm not that hard up that I needs to hook, though from what I hear it's quite the market for people like me down here." She said without even realizing it. "You know, Latinas." She bit her lip and looked away, "But I don't do that and it's good to know that you don't play that way."
"Well, Ms. Lopez, I surely don't so if you decide to work for me and anyone gives you lip or gets more hands-on than you like, you just let me know." He looked serious, "I might not be very big, but I'll be hiring some good hands-on types of my own who'll help the handsies right on out to the street. Not you or anyone else who works for me is gonna have to put up with that in my place."
"That's cool. Thanks, Mr. Plessy." she smiled, "When can I start? I can like help move stuff and whatever until you open if you want? I'm pretty strong..."
Andre laughed, "What no questions, Ms Lopez? Don't you even want to know what I'm offering for pay or benefits? And call me Andre, please."
"I mean. I'm hoping you gonna pay me, I gots bills to pay." She smirked, "But I'm still under my dad's healthcare so I'm cool about that and my lady is covered under hers so we're cool... I just really need a job, we just moved here like... a few weeks ago and it's been hell trying to find someone who will hire."
"Well, good to hear you're not gonna be wiped out by the sniffles." He chuckled, "I can offer four an hour if you're waiting or tending the bar and you can keep whatever tips you earn without splitting unless you want to. If this is any good," he picked up the case and tapped it against the counter meaningfully, "I'll give you two hundred for each night you sing. You start drawing and we'll talk about changing it. That sound fair?"
"Yeah, I mean look at me." She motioned to her self, "I'm hot, I'm gonna pull serious tips." She looked at him for a moment, "I think this sounds good. I want to work for you and I'm excited to get started."
"You are certainly a foxy lady, Ms Lopez. Would you like to start tomorrow? Say around ten? I want to open by next month and there's still quite a bit of set up to do. And bring your lady around if you'd like. I'd love to meet her, if that's not too creepy of an old man."
She looked up and nodded, "Yeah, I can be here. We don't live too far and like I can for sure do some set up and whatever." At the mention of her girlfriend, she got nervous, "I mean cool, Rachel might not wanna come and you might not want a five week old chillin' around here."
"Five week old?" His eyes widened, startled, "Forgive me, but you barely look like you've graduated high school and you have a five week old babe? You or your girl didn't feel need to go proving you weren't interested in women did you?"
"We graduated high school like six weeks ago... it's a long ass story but yeah we have a son. Aaron Julian, he's kinda awesome. Maybe I'll ask her if she's wants to bring him by, she's kinda getting over the post preggo crazys right now." Santana shrugged with a sad look. "He's pretty cool though."
"Ah," Andre didn't really understand, but he was her employer not her confidant, so he let it go, "Well, so long as we're not open, he's welcome. You'll understand if I'd rather not have a tiny baby around intoxicated people, though I'm sure he's a lovely boy. So, if everything's decided, I'll see you tomorrow?" He offered his hand.
"Yeah," she nodded and reached out her hand to shake his, "see you tomorrow." She smiled one last time before heading out the door and walking home.
Awhile later, Santana pushed through the door of the townhouse and smiled as she walked over to her girlfriend who had fallen asleep with the little boy on her chest. Santana knelt down and pressed soft kisses to her son's hat covered head before leaning up and kissing the corner of Rachel's lips.
"Rae? Wake up, babe," she whispered into the girl's ear. She was excited to tell Rachel that she had gotten a job, she smiled and took the girl's earlobe between her lips and sucked gently. "Rae."
"Mmm," Rachel groaned, slowly waking up to a stirring in the pit of her belly, "Santana Lopez, it is positively cruel to wake me like that when I can't receive gratification. You know how much that turns me on." She reached up blindly to pull Santana's face to hers and kiss her soundly before opening her eyes with a soft smile. "Hi. You seem to be in a better mood than usual. Did you have any luck today?"
"I got a job." She stated as she moved to sit cross-legged on the floor. She ran her fingers over Aaron's back with a smile, "It's a real one. At a night club lounge thing a few blocks away. They're looking for a bartender/waitress thing and a singer... I gave him my resume and I had a CD on me just in case." She beamed and rested her chin on the other girl's arm. "I'm gonna start tomorrow with setting up and whatever, but I totally got a job!"
"You did?" Rachel looked tired but excited in a subdued sort of way, reaching out to hug Santana while trying not to dislodge their son too much, "Oh, Santana, that's wonderful! I'm so proud of you." She kissed her as best she could from the awkward position, "You're working for a proper establishment right? Not some sleazy place that will try and push you into sexual relations for financial gain right?"
"Nope. He's pretty chill and a super homo so he's down with us." Santana smiled and pressed light kisses to Rachel's lips. "But he wants singers and I told him that you're pretty good yourself and that maybe when Aaron's older, you can come sing sometime." She said and looked at the baby in her lover's arms. "Did he nap any better today? He was up all night, I tried to keep him down here so you could get some sleep."
"Maybe and no, not really," She yawned, tired, "I just got him to sleep now. He's been fussy all day. I hope he's not coming down with something." She looked up at Santana with worn out but loving eyes, "We missed you today. Me especially."
"I missed you too. Do you want me to take him and you can try to get a nap in?" She asked as she ran her fingers through Rachel's hair. "I have a bottle if he needs it while you're sleeping." She knew how tired Rachel was, and she was just as but she also knew Rachel was still recovering from her depression so she wanted to give her as much relaxing time as she could.
"I'd rather just cuddle with my family if that's okay?" She leaned into the touch, closing her eyes, "I feel like I've been missing being close to you while you've been out looking for work. Can we just lie together for a little while?"
"Hold up one second," She smiled before bounding up the stairs to their bedroom to take off her slacks and slip on a loose pair of basket ball shorts. She quickly came back down and carefully crawled over Rachel and slipped into the space between her and the back of the sofa. "I can do that," She whispered softly as she slid her arm around Rachel's waist and rested her head on the girl's shoulder. "How's that?"
Rachel sighed softly, melting into her girlfriend's embrace, their son still cuddled against her chest. "Perfect." For the first time that day, she didn't feel stressed or near panic or even just completely worn out. She was relaxed and peaceful and things were right in her world for a moment. "Just... perfect."
"Good." She smiled and kissed the side of the woman's neck. "You ready to have neighbours?" Santana asked softly, knowing that at the end of the week, Quinn and Puck were moving down. "Think that AJ will like having Puck around?"
Rachel chuckled softly, "I'm not sure AJ is fully aware that we're around yet. Noah may have prominence in his life as a male role model later, but for now I'm entirely certain that we're all he needs. How about you, love? Ready for the return of your best friends?"
"Yeah... I mean Puck and Quinn annoy the shit outta me but it will be cool to know people. Plus you need your Jew bro to go do kosher things with and Q and I got Catholic guilt and whatnot," she teased, "but yeah... Though I don't want people thinking he's AJ's dad."
"Santana," Rachel huffed, "not only does AJ look like nothing but your son, there is no way I will permit anyone to refer to him as anyone else's child but ours. Perhaps his conception was less than optimal, but he is our son and I will be damned if I let anyone else claim him."
"Okay," she said softly. Her lips pressed against Rachel's neck and she smiled. "I love him... He's perfect and tiny and annoying as fuck since he's not sleeping but he's ours."
"Well," she peeked over her shoulder at her girlfriend with a smile, "some would say the perfect, tiny, and exceedingly annoying parts would exemplify him as our son, though don't swear around our baby. I don't want him learning bad habits." She moved back to rub her hand over AJ's back as he started to stir, calming him back down to sleep. "I love him too though. He's our perfect thing," she whispered.
"Yes, he is." Santana whispered and snuggled closer. "I hope he grows up to be a happy, healthy boy. And I'm surgically putting a condom on his junk when he starts taking about girls. I don't want any grandbabies anytime soon." She sighed knowing her own downfall in the relationship was the fact she didn't think about Rachel's sexual health when they started their relationship.
"Santana," Rachel began, wiggling until she was facing Santana and AJ was held cradled between them, "don't you dare blame yourself for this little boy. It was as much my responsibility as yours and neither of us thought it was possible. Besides," she smiled wryly, still guilty about how their relationship began, "it's not like I gave you much of a choice." She reached up and stroked Santana's cheek before leaning in to kiss her softly, "Maybe the events leading to his conception were a mistake, but I will never believe he is. I love you both far too much."
"I know... I just get sad sometimes that I caused your dreams of new York to go away, but I'll work my hardest to make sure you can still sing on broadway and live up to your dreams." she smiled as she kissed Rachel's nose. "I just don't want this to be for nothing."
"There are other ways to get to Broadway than New York, Santana. Besides," she shrugged, snuggling, "I didn't get in anyways. That wasn't anything to do with you."
"You're made for those stages. You'll get there and our son will watch his mom be a star." she smiled and moved to rest the baby on her chest. "It'll be amazing and I'm gonna be so proud."
"I'm as made for those stages as every other girl with stars in her eyes, Santana." She moved to lay partially on top of Santana, resting her head on the taller girl's shoulder, "As long as you and our little boy are happy and proud of me, everything else seems a lot less important now."
"I know, but you're a star and I want you to be able to continue doing that even though we have a baby now." Santana shrugged, "I mean I want you to still be a teenager and have fun and enjoy college, do plays and all that shit."
"I can do all that still, but," Rachel smiled softly, bending to press a kiss to the top of their boy's head, "being a mom comes first. My family. You and our son. Come first, Santana." She leaned up and kissed her, "That's simply how it is."
She smiled and nodded, "I know," She yawned and snuggled into Rachel. "Can we nap while he's being good?" Santana whispered and let her eyes fall closed, "Mommas need sleep."
"Yes," Rachel whispered, snuggling closer to her two favorite people as her eyes closed, "that's all I've wanted all day."
Santana came into the kitchen after spending the majority of the day helping Puck unpack their moving van. She pulled her dirty tank top of her and threw it in the hamper. She stretched her back out as her boxers peaked over her baggy boy's shorts as she entered the kitchen again. Quinn and Rachel had taken Santana's car out to the grocery store to grab the things they needed and when they got home Quinn went to help Puck unpack the boxes while Santana went to help her girlfriend put away groceries.
"Rae?" She called out as she grabbed a cloth and wiped down her chest and stomach to remove some of the sweat and dust.
"Hmm?" Rachel called back, bent over and putting things away in the refrigerator. "In the kitchen, Santana."
When Santana looked over and saw her girlfriend's tanned legs and thighs peaking out from under her skirt, she had to bite back a moan. It had been a really long time and Santana needed to realize some of the urges that had built up in her body over the last several weeks. She licked her lips and moved to come behind her lover and press her hips against Rachel's ass. "Hey," She husked, as she slid her hands up the girl's back.
"Hey," Rachel called back over her shoulder, backing up and pressing her ass into Santana's crotch as she straightened. Turning to look over her shoulder at Santana, she smirked at the feeling of a certain hardness pressing against her backside, though an element of shyness slipped in, "Someone seems happy today."
The taller girl's hand clutched the fabric of Rachel's shirt as she nipped on the other girl's neck. "I want you," she said without preamble, her hardening member pressing more and more into Rachel as her words were spoken. She slid her hands up Rachel's shirt and let her fingers slide up to cup the girl's breasts and run her thumbs over her nipples. "I want to be inside you. I wanna come inside your pussy, not your mouth or your hand. I want your pussy."
Rachel's breathing picked up as she leaned back against Santana, licking her lips. "Um, I, um," she swallowed, nervous but interested as she closed her eyes to focus on what Santana was doing to her, her voice tremulous and breathy with want, "I received the all clear from the doctor on Wednesday..."
Santana smiled and slid her left hand down the front of Rachel's skirt and gently slid her index finger up and down the cleft of Rachel's core through her panties. She moaned in the girl's ear as she tried to work the girl up, "That means it's okay right?" she pressed down a little bit more on Rachel's clit as she spoke.
Rachel swallowed harshly, her jaw dropping as she pressed back into Santana. "Y-yes," her voice wavered, "just...just be gentle? I've read that it can be like the first time again and could hurt and," she bit her lip, her voice softening, "I'm a little scared..."
"I promise," She whispered as she pulled back a bit to slide down her shorts and pull out her dick. She pumped it several times before it got to its full length. She ran her hands over Rachel's ass and flipped her skirt up and caressed her ass. "Baby, do you want me to use a condom?" She asked as she leaned forward and tugged on Rachel's earlobe with her lips.
Rachel moved from in front of the fridge - closing it to avoid wasting energy - to lean against the counter. "Why?" she whispered, nervous but excited as she leaned over the counter, her core practically throbbing with want, "We've only been with each other and we're clean, what's the worst that can happen? A sibling for AJ?"
Santana pulled down the cotton panties and spread Rachel's legs apart she dipped her finger tips around her core and then reached into her pocket. She ripped open the small tinfoil package. "Okay, no condom but we need lube." she said as she drizzled it over her cock then worked it over. "The internet said we might need it," she said before siding the tip of her member through Rachel's folds. "Fuck, baby," she groaned, "I missed you." she said as she slid the tip of her dick into her lover.
It hurt. Not as much as she was afraid it would, but it still caught her breath in her throat and made her tense, her hands griping the sink with white knuckled force. Her breathing was shaky and she whimpered softly, wanting to be able to give herself to her girlfriend again but afraid it would get worse.
"You okay?" she whispered, her dick throbbing with need but she didn't want to hurt her girlfriend. "I can stop." she groaned as she kissed the girl's neck.
"It hurts," Rachel admitted softly, focusing and forcing herself to relax as much as she could. "But don't stop. I want to be with you. Just," her voice broke slightly in a near sob as she fought to control herself, "just go slow please..."
"Baby..." She whispered, her lips moving to suck on Rachel's earlobe as one of her hands moved so she could slowly rub her clit. "Just breathe. It'll be okay," She assured her and waited for Rachel to moan from the clit stimulation and the sensations of her lover's mouth on her earlobe, before she slid a bit further inside the other girl. "God, baby, I love you. I missed being inside you, but I just want you to feel good."
"I do," Rachel gasped around the almost painful shudders as her body slowly became accustomed to being filled again, "it just hurts right now. I read this could happen but it'll stop, right? Just like the first time..." She was trying to relax but it was hard to do while standing in the kitchen. She took a deep breath and let it out slowly, letting go of her tension and trying to relax the tense muscles resisting her lover's penetration.
Santana used her height and moved so she could capture Rachel's lips over the girl's shoulder. She kissed her as she slowly slid the rest of her length into her girlfriend. She tried to kiss all the pain away as she kept herself buried deep inside Rachel as she let the girl's body become accustomed to her again.
Rachel's breath let out in a sob as Santana pushed inside of her, one of her hands shooting back to grip Santana's desperately looking for comfort as she moved her lips against her lover's. She breathed carefully, trying to get used to the feeling of being full. The place where her stitches had been removed stretched uncomfortably, but didn't tear. Finally, she licked her lips and closed her eyes again. "Move, please," she whispered, not letting go of Santana's hand, "I can do this."
"I love you," She whispered as she continued to slide in and out in a rhythm so slow it was almost timid. She kept one finger circling her clit to try to give her some pleasure. "You make me so hot, Rachel. I love that I get to be with you like this." She groaned as she started to speed up a little bit.
"I love you too," Rachel murmured, slowly getting into the movement, the pleasure beginning to override the pain. "I love that you want me even after all we've been through." She rolled her hips back against Santana's encouraging a bit more vigorous movement. "That you want to be with me like this..."
When Santana started feeling Rachel's body responding and creating more and more of its own lubricant she smiled, her hand coming to rest on Rachel's back and pressing her down so she was more leaning over the counter than standing at it. Santana started thrusting harder as she moaned. "You feel so fucking tight," She gasped, as she doubled her pace and twisted her hips to hit the spot buried deep within her lover.
"Ah!" Rachel gasped gripping onto the counter and rocking against Santana's thrusts. Every time Santana rubbed across her g-stop, a shudder rippled through her. She panted, moving with Santana, focusing on squeezing her muscles to clench around her lover as the pace picked up.
Santana's hands gripped Rachel's hips, helping her to move with her as she felt her body tightening on its way to orgasm. "F-fuck," she panted, leaning into her lover, her hands sliding around to knead Rachel's breasts as she thrust into her. "I'm gonna come."
"Please," Rachel gasped, barely able to speak, teetering on the edge of her own climax. She tightened around Santana, rolling her hips to meet her with each thrust, "Please, I need you..."
It was too much. It'd been too long since they'd been together and Santana couldn't hold on any longer. She cried out wordlessly, burying her face in Rachel's back as she came, shuddering as she released white ropes of cum into her lover. Rachel shook as her own climax hit, her walls tightening so much Santana couldn't pull out, pulsing along her length as if to milk every last bit of semen from her.
They stayed together for a long moment before Santana softened enough to slide out, Rachel gasping softly at the feeling of loss as the physical connection stopped. She straightened slowly, pressing back against Santana, the taller girl's arms wrapping around her abdomen and holding her close as they stayed standing by the sink. "Thank you," she murmured, turning to kiss her lover.
"For what?" Santana asked, nuzzling at Rachel's neck.
"For being here. For loving me." Tears welled up in Rachel's eyes as she smiled at Santana, turning to bury her face in Santana's shoulder. "For everything!"
Santana just held Rachel as she cried, whispering soothing things into her ear and rubbing her back. She still didn't like it when Rachel cried, but she preferred this sort of crying to the depressed sobs of earlier weeks. At least this was something she could do something about. "I love you, Rach."