Doing a quick jog to the thin curtain that separated her “room” from the rest of the apartment, she stood behind it, carefully listening to Rachel as she changed out of her clothing. Santana listened as she heard Rachel pour a few shots, silently thanking the heavens she had a best friend who liked to drink as much as she did. She switched out of her bound dress and stockings into matching pajamas, slipping her feet into some thick socks. Rachel mentioning them earlier made her want to throw on a pair. A grin came to her face as she pulled the thin drape back.
"Thank god," Santana replied, walking towards Rachel and taking one of the shot glasses in her hand. She threw it back with skill, letting the harsh liquor burn down her throat. "I sure as hell wasn’t going to take bartending classes. Too much dinero and not enough actual tasting of liquor." She did a rinse and repeat, downing another shot. "You and I both know your playwright career is going to take off," she said with a genuine smile. Rachel’s voice dropped; a feeling of want hit Santana in her lower region. Rachel was really making it hard to keep their friendship just that — a friendship.
It’s as if this feeling had been bubbling inside of her and now it was finally about to explode. Her own eyes dropped to meet Rachel’s, lust clouding them as she looked into a pair similar to her own. Shaking her head moments later to snap back to reality, she nodded, and downed another shot. Walking past Rachel to grab two wine glasses and their favorite bottle of Merlot. “You may not even need a career,” Santana said. “I might just hire you as my personal bartender.” Santana headed to the couch, placing the items on the coffee table and grabbing the remote. She flopped down on the cushions, beckoning for Rachel to come join her. “Don’t you want to change into something more … comfortable?” Santana said with a cheeky smile. If they were going to do a girls night in, pajamas were mandatory. And it’s not as if Santana had plans on admiring Rachel in her particular sleeping well that complimented her body extremely well.
"If you want to," Santana quickly added. "But if we’re going to cuddle, I’d rather you be comfortable and not covered in layers, you know. Plus if I get drunk enough, it’ll be easier to slip my hand up your shirt." The last part was a joke … unless Rachel was cool with a little groping. Then Santana couldn’t lie and say she wouldn’t be up for it either. Laying back, Santana threw her arm underneath the back of her head, to get comfortable. She always preferred it when Rachel laid on top of her, which was odd. Because with Dani — she always had to take the top, in fact, cuddling wasn’t something they were crazy about but Rachel was. And she liked that.
Rachel shook her head and laughed as Santana threw back not one, but two shots. “True, but think of all the potential income you could make as a bartender. I mean, look at you. You’re sexy and confident. Men and women would line up to give you their orders and numbers.” Wanting to ignore the pang of jealousy at the thought of Santana being inundated with suitors, Rachel downed another shot of her own and followed her friend towards the living room. “That’s a sweet offer, but how would you pay me? I do have bills to pay,” she teased before walking back to the kitchen to get the cork screw. “I think you might need to hire me. You forgot something.” Handing over the metal contraption, Rachel glanced down at her attire and groaned softly. How could she have forgotten to change? Oh, right. Hot roommate teasing her.
“Give me two minutes to change out of this dress and I’ll be all yours for the evening.” It wasn’t until she made her way to the bedroom did she realize just how her statement sounded. Was she that drunk? Or was she just finally admitting to what she truly wanted; her head buried between her best friend’s thighs. After shimming out of the tight black dress, Rachel bit her lip and gave herself a once over in the mirror. She wasn’t wearing anything overly revealing – just a pair of tiny black boy shorts and push up bra. It wasn’t as if San hadn’t seen her in far less before. Maybe she could? No, Santana had a girlfriend and she wouldn’t be that girl. She wouldn’t be a home wrecker; even if just for the night. They could cuddle while watching a movie. That wouldn’t cross any lines. She knew Santana wasn’t a cheater. She’d never break Dani’s trust in her.
Once she was suitably covered in an oversized t-shirt and bunchy socks, Rachel walked back out to the living room and immediate took the spot next to her friend. Was it wrong to actually want to turn and bury her face in the crook of her friend’s neck and breathe her in? She ran the palms of her hands over her thighs while looking over at Santana with an unsure smile, “So, did you order dinner or are we just planning on drinking our calories tonight?” She asked, finding herself scooting closer and closer, despite knowing that San was a taken woman. “I don’t mind either. I’ll,” she licked her lips and swallowed hard when she felt her best friend’s skin come directly in contact with her, “go alone with whatever you want.”
Her eyes shifted. A night in did sound so much more desirable than walking the bitter cold streets of New York. Besides, the look on Rachel’s face was beyond adorable. How in the world could Santana say no to something like that? She squeezed Rachel’s hand gently as they linked fingers and began heading back to their apartment. “Fine,” Santana sighed with mock annoyance. Playfully sending Rachel an angry look. “I was so looking forward to going out.” As they waited outside of the elevator, Santana gave a silent thank you to the man upstairs. Now all that was left was being able to fight off any and all urges to mack on her long time friend and roommate. Denying carnal wants was never an easy thing for Santana though.
Once the doors to the elevator closed and Santana figured they were alone, she began their routinely flirtatious banter up again. Even if about ninety percent of what Santana said was truth. It never started out that way. When they began, it was always a joke. Something to laugh at because girls always did this, right? But over time, the possibility of having Rachel in her bed began to eat away at her, with images of her girlfriend always shooing them away. Santana moved closer to Rachel, undoing the other girl’s jacket and revealing the outfit underneath. Lowering her head, she swept a tongue across her lips before brushing them against Rachel’s ear. “You’re lucky you’re so cute,” Santana began, the words leaving her mouth in a hushed whisper. Her attempt at being seductive. Her fingertips danced across the material covering Rachel’s stomach. “I think we both know I agreed to this just so I can have an excuse to cuddle up with you on the couch.”
Her arms slid around Rachel’s tiny waist, pulling the smaller girl against her own body. Probably not the smartest idea, Santana thought as a rush of excitement coursed through out her body. If she moved a few inches over, her lips would do what they’ve been dying to do for quite a long time now. With a small laugh, she pulled away, trying to play off and suppress her sudden, rising arousal. Yeah. Definitely not a smart idea. Giving Rachel a coy look, she said, “No, really, I expect cuddles though.” Terrible save. “In the wake of Dani’s absence I’ve been terribly deprived of another human being’s warmth and you’re the only one who can fix this. Obvisouly.”
As the doors opened, she took Rachel’s hand. Noting how much she liked the way they fit perfectly together. “Let’s go,” Santana said, taking the key out to the apartment. All she had to do was get rid of any horny thoughts about Rachel for tonight. She’d worry about jumping the girl’s bones tomorrow. “You owe me shots.” Once inside, she threw her keys and bag down on the nearest table. “So why don’t you order us some chinese while I change into something more comfortable?” Santana suggested.
Rachel wasn’t sure what to make of Santana’s teasing. Usually is was just a slip of the tongue here and there; some flirty banter, but nothing physical. Until now that is. She didn’t understand what had changed. Somehow they had managed not cross that invisible line in all the years they had known one another. Now, Santana, her best friend, was tormenting her in their elevator. She must have been using her as a substitute for Dani, right? There was absolutely no way she wanted her, was there?
Swallowing hard and shivering at the feel of Santana’s warm breath against her ear and her fingertips grazing over her stomach, Rachel nodded and let out a soft laugh when her friend pulled away. Of course, she had been right. Dani was who Santana wanted. She didn’t know why the thought of her friend’s desire for her girlfriend made her physically sick to her stomach. What was wrong with her? She and San were just friends. Their relationship was too special and important to risk it with sex and other forms of physical gratification – like kissing for example.
Licking her lips in return, Rachel tried to downplay her own want by shaking her head and pushing past San once they got inside the apartment. “I’m already on it,” she said while shrugging off her open coat; the same open coat that Santana had teasingly unbuttoned. She needed a drink. In order to be as efficient as possible, Rachel poured several shots and pushed them forward on the counter. “I knew that bartending class would come in handy one day.” She downed one of the elaborate shots and smiled. “At least I Know if my career as a playwright never takes off, I can find a job at any bar in the city I want. This one’s phenomenal. Come here.” She ordered while holding up the glass.
“You’ll love it, I promise.” She said, her voice dropping to a seductive whisper on its own accord. What was she doing? She swiped her tongue across her wet lips and smiled, “Let’s finish a few of these and then we can go cuddle on the couch. I think the take out menu is on the end table.”
A light, sweet, aroma hit her nostrils. Something she instantly recognized as Rachel’s signature scent — one of her favorites, something she wasn’t exactly going to admit out loud. With her eyes at trained at Rachel, she watched as the smaller girl took a shot, her gaze dropping to Rachel’s mouth for a moment before quickly looking away. It’s not as if she hadn’t had impure thoughts before. Her entire brain belonged in a gutter as it probably consisted of nothing but sexual fantasies. Santana was just embarrassed to admit that most of those fantasies had Rachel as the lead star as of late. Which had more to do with guilt, she guessed.
Santana had Dani, right? Right. So thinking of other women was a no-no. No matter how attractive they are. She had to laugh at Rachel’s question. She guessed her slope into inebriation was already quite visible. Staying in did sound more desirable. At the same time, however, it sounded completely dangerous. Alcohol was already in her system and the desire to put her mouth on places underneath Rachel’s clothing was strong. Santana shook her head, waving the question off. “I’m not that drunk,” she insisted. A sort of lie. “I say we go to dinner than dancing. Maybe we can find you a hook up tonight. You need some vitamin D in your life.” Or some vitamin me, Santana thought grabbing her coat.
She motioned towards her friends. “Besides, look how hot you look. We can’t let that go to waste. It’s not like these walls are gonna appreciate it.” Nodding away anymore inappropriate thoughts, she led them towards their front door, stepping out into the apartment’s hallway. Santana shoved her hands in her pockets as they waited for the next available elevator. She suddenly felt like a child on a her first date, trying to find a conversation starter. When the doors open, she stepped inside, leaning her back against the wall. “So are we going to are usual spot or are you in the mood for something new?” Santana asked, breaking the silence that probably only she felt was awkward.
When they reached the bottom floor and exited their building, the harsh colds of winter hit her face. Yeah, maybe they really should have stayed inside, she thought as they made their way through the busy streets of New York. She’d taking cuddling up to Rachel on the couch and stifling her carnal needs over the cold any day. She turned towards her friend, “You wanna grab a taxi or take the subway?”
Rachel frowned and shook her head in response to Santana’s suggestion. “I’ve sworn off men and dating for a month remember?” She asked then waved off her friend’s idea, blaming the alcohol for her forgetfulness. Following Santana outside, Rachel grimaced and cringed when she was hit by the frigid February air. As they walked out onto the sidewalk, blending in with the bustling foot traffic, Rachel nodded in the direction of a nearby taxi. “It’s far too cold to take the subway,” she told her, grabbing her hand and dragging her friend towards the cab,
“Hurry! I’m freezing and damn it.” She cursed when someone jumped stole the car right in front of them. Looking over at her friend who looked incredibly sexy even with her hair windblown. “Okay, so I am going to take that as an omen and go back to my earlier suggestion of take out and movies. We can order whatever you like. Plus, we can drink until we both pass out without worrying about being victim of date rape or having the distasteful pleasure of having to vomit in a public toilet.”
Linking their fingers, she tugged her out of the way of some fast moving pedestrians and smiled. “Come on, San. It’ll be fun. We haven’t had a girls night at home in forever.” She laughed and held up her stiletto covered foot, “I even promise to wear thick socks, so I don’t steal your heat with my frozen toes.” Licking her lips as her eyes swept over Santana’s face, Rachel gestured towards their building, basically looking anywhere, but at her friend’s kissable lips. Maybe the girls’ night in was a terrible idea, but it was cold and it wasn’t as if they hadn’t been alone together. They were roommates for crying out loud. Plus, Santana didn’t see her in a romantic way. Sure they bantered and teased, but she had a girlfriend, so it was safe. Nothing was going to happen between them. Ever. They were just friends and despite Rachel’s secret desire for more; she knew friends was all they’d ever be. Looking back over at Santana with a tentative smile she ordered, her eyes following the billow of condensation in the cold air, “Let’s go home and get warm, okay?”
Santana swept a tongue over cherry flavored lips as she poured the whiskey into a small shot glass. How many had this been? One … two … three? She had lost count. That or she was drinking too fast and knowing her, it was more than likely the latter. An expletive left her mouth as the alcohol completely missed her mouth, spilling on her shirt instead. A groan soon followed as she tried to wipe away the stain with her fingers. Santana figured that she should probably save the liquor for tonight with Berry — or Rachel. She had stopped calling the small brunette by her last name a long time.
Which was surprising for someone like her. Not many people got the luxury of Santana calling them by their legal name. A nickname or their surname was usually put in place instead. She had grown to like Rachel though. Probably too much sometimes. It was no secret she found the other woman cute, especially her flirtatious ways and uncanny ability to tease Santana into submission. Hardly anyone could accomplish a feat such as that. Maybe it was because she had a soft spot for Rachel that was bigger than she liked to admit.
Besides, her own love life was falling to pieces before her eyes. She hadn’t seen her own girlfriend in so long, she was sure the two probably stopped dating by now. The love had since been lost, yet their fingertips were still holding on to the cracks of it. Shaking her head, trying to get rid of the nasty thoughts, Santana called out for Rachel. “Berry!” You ready yet? I’m trying to get my drank on. Oh, and food too.”
After showering and changing, Rachel applied her make up before following the sound of Santana’s booming voice. She didn’t know what they were doing, but the flirtatious banter had become almost routine. She had come to rely on it after a miserable date or break up. Their exchanges were her saving grace, so to speak. Now, despite how much she had come to depend on their sexual sparring, Rachel knew it would never lead to anything other than to a cold shower or toy-filled bath, but the more intense their teasing became the more curious she got.
Rachel had never questioned her sexuality. She knew she was what one might call bi. She had no real gender preference when it came to her partners; even though she more often than not ended up dating men. There just seemed to be more single men available than women or maybe she was simply looking in the wrong place. Regardless of her dating history, she was just as attracted to women as men; Santana was no exception. She was fiery and sexy. She was intelligent and witty. She was everything Rachel would have wanted in a girlfriend except for one thing; she was taken and that wasn’t something Rachel wanted any part of.
The other reason she refused to take things beyond the playful banter was due to the fact that Santana was her friend and roommate; two things she did not want to mess up. She knew that if they did date and things didn’t work out; one of them would ultimately have to move out and it just didn’t seem worth it. No, keeping things platonic or semi-platonic was for the best. It wouldn’t help her thirty days of no dating or maybe it would? San’s girlfriend was never around, so maybe this would be the perfect excuse for them to spend some quality time together - as friends, of course. She’s have to bring up the idea over dinner.
As she made her over to her friend, Rachel immediately noticed Santana was already slightly inebriated. She would have asked what was wrong, but knew better of it. Santana would confide in her when she was ready. Grabbing the glass from her friends slender fingers, Rachel threw back the shot, purposefully pushing aside the images of what her fingers could do and nodded towards the door, “Do you think you’re sober enough to get dinner or would you rather I order something and we can stay here and finish what you’ve already started?”
Maybe you need to cross over. Wouldn’t hurt.Fine. How does pasta sound? Apparently, breadsticks aren’t a main course. Crazy, right? Well, maybe I will.
It could ruin our friendship if it went bad. Pasta sounds fabulous. Really? Not only is it crazy, but it’s almost like false advertising. Just give me a few minutes to change and we can go. Now who’s teasing?
Or you could always use me.They can’t stop serving you breadstciks. No matter what. And they’re free. You can literally go in, order a drink and fill up on breadsticks. Talk about discount livin’. Why? Hoping it’s yours?
As tempting at that sounds, I value our friendship far too much to cross that line. If you haven’t noticed, my relationships all seem to end the same way; badly. Okay, fine, but we aren’t just eating breadsticks. I need something more than fat and carbohydrates for dinner. Give me twenty minutes to shower and change. Maybe?
Are you sure you can last that long? A month is pretty lengthy.Hey, as long as that take out includes breadsticks, I’m down. Which, by the way, is what we should have for dinner tonight. I’ve been cravin’ mock Italian food. Ooh la la, does Rachel Berry want to hear what a raging orgasm sounds like?
Yes, but that’s what my favorite inanimate object is for. I’ll never understand your obsession with breadsticks. but fine - Italian it is. Perhaps? Or maybe I just want to hear whose name you call out when using my vibrator?
That could work too. Even though love is known for being a grade A asshole. Rachel Berry taking a stand against men? Well, I can’t wait to see how long this lasts.You’re right. It’s been months since we cruised the city. Uh, yeah? Who cares about his rent? He’s getting the chance to see two hot girls mack on each other. He should feel honored. Rachel, you know one of us is going to burn something. I’m not going to kill you … but I might steal your vibrator.
That’s exactly what I’m going to do. How about we make it a challenge of sorts? I promise to swear off men and all romantic relationships between now and my birthday? If love wants to find me, so be it. Otherwise, I am going to be single and enjoy myself? Okay, while I agree seeing us maul one another would be the highlight of his existence; everyone needs a place to live. We’d have to pay him at least enough to support himself. Perhaps we should stick to sandwiches, salads and if we’re feeling adventurous - take out? Just promise you’ll leave your door open when you use it and you have a deal.
Maybe you’re looking in the wrong places for The One. Maybe you should broaden your horizons.This is why we need to go club hopping. I still think we should hire a live in chef and pay him in lady kisses. No, seriously, I hate you right now. I’m going through a dry spell, Berry and you teasing me with ideas like that do not help.
Nah. I think I need to just take a step back and stop actively looking for a while. Maybe there is something to the saying that you don’t find love - it finds you? Either way; I think I’m done with men for a while. I could definitely go for a girls’ night out. We haven’t been out together in ages. You want to hire a chef and pay him in lady kisses? How would that help him pay his rent? I have an idea. How about we take some cooking classes together? It’d be fun as well as practical. I was teasing, but now that I know you’re seriously interested. I’m stopping! Don’t kill me. As much as I complain; I really do love my life. No sharing vibrators. Got it.
You’re a tease, you know that?
Probably because he was more interested in being your shopping buddy than your fuck buddy. Dude was kinsey six gay.You’re right. I can’t live without money. It’s too bad I’m constantly running out of it. And something big and vibrate-y doesn’t hurt either. No more than you. It’s what makes our friendship work so well. Now, you’re making me feel like Cher from Clueless. He wasn’t gay, was he? I swear I am never going to find ‘the one’.I know the feeling, but at least we can say we have a roof over our heads and food on the table. It might not be gourmet, but at least it’s not ramen. I’d offer to lend you mind, but that might make us a little too close. Well, not unless you wanted me to use it on you. That’d be a different story all together. I know. I’m a tease and you love me.