The New Kid 😌 (Santana X Reader)

Chapter 39

Season 3 episode 2

Santana comes by your house when school's over. She's just got kicked out of Glee, by your dad. You don't know what to expect, but it can't be good. Santana storms into your house.

"SHUESTER!" She starts yelling. You were changing in your room so you put on a shirt and some pants and run down.

"Santana, I'm here. Calm down." She is still in her Cheerios uniform so she came here directly after school. You left school the minute the bell rang so you had a bit more time before Santana came.

"HOW DID MR SHUE KNOW ABOUT THE PIANO? SOMEBODY MUST HAVE TOLD HIM! HE WASN'T IN THE COURTYARD AT THAT TIME." Santana keeps yelling and starts cornering you. You change course and head for the sofa.

"No, he was there. I saw him." You lie. You check your phone. Mr Shue texted you. He saw the Cheerios putting the oil on the piano. He also says sorry for whatever is about to come your way.

"HE WASN'T! I WOULD HAVE SEEN HIM!"

"Okay, fine. I told him but look." You show your phone. "He already saw it. He didn't need my intel. Santana, I get that your mad, but you can't take it out on me. It's not my fault he's my dad."

"YOU SERIOUSLY THINK THAT'S WHY I'M MAD? BECAUSE HE KICKED ME OUT? I'M MAD BECAUSE HE KICKED MY OUT OVER SOMETHING I ONLY TOLD YOU."

"Santana, can you please stop shouting?" You sit on the couch while Santana is pacing and yelling.

"NO. YELL BACK GODDAMMIT." Santana yells.

"FINE, I'LL YELL. I RATTED YOU OUT BECAUSE IT WAS WRONG. HOW COULD YOU SANTANA?! I THOUGHT YOU LOVED BEING IN GLEE CLUB? WE WERE THERE FOR YOU WHEN COACH SYLVESTER HAD HER MOOD SWINGS! YOU MET ME THERE, YOU MET YOUR FRIENDS THERE. STOP FAKING THAT YOU DON'T LOVE IT THERE. I KNOW YOU DO. HOW COULD YOU?" You jumped up and Santana is speechless.

"I- I told you. Coach made me." Santana stumbles and sits down. You sit down next to her.

"Yeah, that's what you keep repeating, but I don't believe it. You could've said no. And maybe the better question, why didn't you tell me? I could have helped getting you out of it." You grab her hand. Santana just gets mad.

"SO YOU CAN GO BACK AND PLAY THE HERO? THAT'S WHAT YOU REALLY WANT RIGHT?" Santana jumps up.

"DO NOT GO THERE. I WAS JUST TRYING TO HELP." You also get up.

"Y/N I HAD NO CHOICE. STOP TRYING TO HELP ME GET OUT OF SITUATIONS I PUT MYSELF IN. I AM VERY CAPABLE OF GETTING MYSELF OUT OF THERE." Santana steps closer to you.

"REALLY? WE'RE GOING DOWN THAT ROAD? FINE. FIX IT YOURSELF. I WON'T HELP YOU." You also stop closer.

"Fine, I don't need your constant help." Santana says angrily, looking at your lips.

"Then don't come to me with problems." You whisper and step closer.

"This is probably a bad idea." Santana breaths as she steps closer.

"I don't think so. If you want, think about your anger from a minute ago, maybe it will make things better." You whisper before kissing her.

Santana deepens the kiss immediately, conveying all her anger with that one kiss. You were standing behind the couch at that point. She makes you roll in the couch and keeps kissing you. Your pants and shirt are gone fast. You slip off her Cheerios uniform pretty soon as well. Quickly you are both in your underwear. You grab Santana's head and pull it even closer. You push your vagina upwards, towards her. You decide that what you want to do isn't very comfortable on the couch so you pick her up without breaking contact and move upstairs, onto your bed. You lay her down and hover above her. You rip off her and your panties soon and scoot her up towards the headbord. You undo her bra and her boobs jump out. You play with her nipple soon. You open her legs and start scissoring. The way your clit rubs against hers feels just right. Santana clearly wants things to go faster because she seeks more. More friction, more of you. She thrusts against you, her vagina almost inside yours. She wants to add her fingers to the mix, but you hold her hands tied above her head with one hand. You keep playing with her nipple. "Y/n, please, I'm so close, do it. Do me." Santana begs.
"Hold on for a little while longer." You smile and Santana moans impatiently. "You're lucky I love you." You smile and let go of her hands to travel your hand down. You massage her clit and she massages yours. You try to feel her more so you sink down on her fingers. Santana gets it and puts her second hand to good use and gives you extra pleasure with it. You feel how it makes you feel and follow her example. You and her reach your climax at the same time. Santana arches so beautifully when she comes. It gives you the perfect opportunity to suck her nipple. You feel her arching even more and her pleasure is even greater. When she has released herself, she has some aftershocks. You let her nipple rest for now and start kissing her again. You lay on top of her for a while, until she flips you over. "I like it better when I'm on top of you, I sleep better." She smiles and gives you a quick kiss. She lays on top of you. Your bra is still on but she undoes it quickly. "I didn't know I left it on. I'm sorry baby." Santana looks at you while playing with your boob and nipple.
"It's okay babe. I saw yours, I'm good." You kiss her head and lay your head down. You keep looking at Santana. She is slowly falling asleep. When Santana is deeply asleep, you roll her off you and spoon her. You hold her and fall asleep like that in seconds.