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Title: Cupid is fucking irresponsible (2/4)
Fandom: Glee
Characters/Pairing: Santana Lopez, Rachel Berry, Santana/Rachel, Puck/Rachel, Santana/Puck, Santana/Rachel/Puck
Rating: R for language, discussions of sex
Spoilers: None.
Summary: Santana thinks about making a comment about gold stars and the importance of metaphors, but Rachel’s glare hasn’t softened toward her in the least.
Disclaimer: The characters aren't mine. The words are.
A/N: Second of four parts. First part is here. Title from poet Rudy Francisco.



“So Puck figured us out,” Santana says, dragging her fingers back and forth across Rachel’s bare arm.

The smaller brunette rolls over to look at her. “How?”

“Okay, so I might have told him,” Santana shrugs and Rachel rolls her eyes. “He was just being all uppity about how hot you are and how you can make out forever.”

Rachel snorts out a laugh. By this point, Puck’s attempts at compliments are more funny than anything. She’s grown comfortable with herself, doesn’t need Santana or Puck or anyone to feel good. Her eyes light up when she laughs, and Santana looks away and catches Rachel’s fingers between her own.

“Anyway,” Santana says after a moment. “He was getting smug about you, and I just couldn’t have that.”

Rachel rolls her eyes again. “What does he know?”

Santana keeps playing with her fingers. This conversation is not going the way she hoped. She’s not really sure how she’s supposed to regain control and also mention that Puck suggested a threesome and she maybe thinks it’s a pretty damn good idea.

Eventually she mumbles, “That I go down on you and sometimes you can’t look at me the day after without blushing.”

Rachel pulls her hand away.

Santana tries for nonchalance, focuses on dancing her fingers over wrinkles in the sheets. Sooner than she’d like—because she used to be better at this kind of thing—she gives up on waiting out Rachel and looks up. The smaller girl is glaring at her in a way that makes Santana think this would end in a diva storm out if not for the fact that Rachel’s naked.

“First of all,” she says, “that was one time—and as I remember you couldn’t exactly look at me, either, given that the last time you had you ended up three fingers deep while the boys thought we were picking up more beer. Secondly, how could you possibly think any of that was any of Puck’s business? Yes, I’ve slept with you and not him, well done, gold star for you. Can’t you be smug about that without just casually sharing my sex life?”

Santana thinks about making a comment about gold stars and the importance of metaphors, but Rachel’s glare hasn’t softened toward her in the least.

“Look, I had to put him in his place,” she says. “He was trying to convince me to let you come to the pumpkin patch with us by getting all fucking mushy about how he likes you so I should just deal. As though making it sound like a date was going to make me want you to come.”

Rachel continues to just look at Santana, but the corners of her mouth twitch like she’s hiding a smile. Santana rolls away, getting up to find her t-shirt. Rachel keeps looking at her.

“What?” she snaps.

“You’re jealous,” Rachel says as she props herself up on her elbows. She’s not even hiding the smile anymore.

Santana scoffs, pulling the t-shirt over her head. “That he hasn’t even gotten to see your boobs? No, not really.”

“Not about the sex,” she says. “About the dates.”

Santana stands in front of her in nothing more than the t-shirt, fabric scrunched under the fingers of her hand on her hip.

“Excuse me?”

“You’re jealous that Puck takes me out on dates,” Rachel says. “You don’t want me to come to the pumpkin patch because you don’t want to see the two of us on a date together. Because you’re jealous.”

“Or maybe it’s just because I don’t want to go out with my two fuck buddies knowing I’m not going to get any at the end of the day,” she says, turning around to find the rest of her clothes.

She can actually feel the weight of Rachel’s silence, doesn’t have to be looking at her to know exactly how long it takes the look on her face to transform from surprised pain to controlled unaffectedness.

“Your two fuck buddies?” she says. There’s only a smidgen of a waver in her voice. Santana would feel guilty except it’s not like they’ve ever said this was more than sex, or that they were exclusive.

“Friends with benefits, I guess,” she clarifies. “Fuck buddies are more the people you only ever want to see without clothes on. And while I prefer you that way—especially when you think argyle is in any way acceptable—I don’t mind you so much when you’re dressed.”

It’s not even a particularly mean thing to say, really, and it definitely shows growth in their relationship. It used to be that she preferred never seeing Rachel, clothed or otherwise, so admitting that she likes her even when she’s not naked is actually kind of a compliment.

Rachel doesn’t seem to realize that. Santana finally looks at her again; she’s sitting up now, arms crossed and sheet pulled up over her chest. Santana pulls her jeans over her hips even though she hasn’t found her underwear yet—Rachel may be okay being naked for this, but she’d like to feel a little less vulnerable.

“You’re fucking Puck?” Rachel says.

Santana forces an eye roll. “I’ve been fucking Puck since I was fourteen. Why are you even surprised?”

The truth is, she hadn’t been sleeping with Puck, not for a while, but then he had to go and suggest a threesome with Rachel and Jesus, that got her wet enough that it was either fuck him or kick him out so she could masturbate. And, well, he’s Puck. He might have a thing for Rachel, but he’s still kind of hers. They’ve been caught somewhere between loving each other and being in love with each other for years now, and Little Miss Gold Star hasn’t changed that, not for either of them.

“I’m just surprised you even bothered to tell me. Obviously we’ve been practicing safe sex because it’s not like I expected you to be faithful but—”

“Faithful to what, exactly?” Santana snaps. “We’re not in a relationship.”

“Of course not,” Rachel says. “It’s no wonder that Brittany—”

“Don’t you fucking dare.”

Rachel looks almost sorry, but Santana is out of the apartment before she can say anything.


Date: 2011-10-13 11:43 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] rockinrye.livejournal.com
Dammit the both of ya. Geez. * smacks them *

I can't with these two.

Date: 2011-10-14 06:01 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] likebrightness.livejournal.com
They make me sad inside.

Date: 2011-10-14 01:54 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] smc-27.livejournal.com
Um, why does it feel like we are further away from a threesome than ever before? :P

I have faith in you, and also in Santana and Puck's abilities to win Rachel over again.

Loving this.

Date: 2011-10-14 06:03 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] likebrightness.livejournal.com
I know, right? It totally is further from a threesome than it had been. Threesome!fail. I got faith in my bbs though.

Glad you like it! ♥

Date: 2011-10-14 01:56 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] beta-goddess.livejournal.com
Ooooooh, interesting! And really different. Looking forward to the rest of this!

Date: 2011-10-14 06:05 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] likebrightness.livejournal.com
Thanks! Third part will be up probably tomorrow!

Date: 2011-10-14 02:04 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] feanix.livejournal.com
I'm a bit in love with you right now.

Just sayin'.

Date: 2011-10-14 06:11 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] likebrightness.livejournal.com
Awwww! *snuggles* ♥

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