Hopelessly Devoted To You

Sexting. Part 1.

I was trying really hard to avoid Rachel at that point, but living in the same place wasn't making it any easier, and I knew for sure that her lack of speech when she found Quinn and me in the bathroom would be compensated with tons of speech when she finally found her voice.

And that was sooner than I expected.

I was storming inside our apartment after the reception really trying to get in my room, but Rachel must have been doing some cardio training lately because she was pretty much hanging to my heels while yelling at my back.

"What the hell were you thinking, Santana? For God's sake, can't you ever keep your hands to yourself? First you have an impromptu quickie with your date. Don't even think I didn't see you running away with her to the rest room. And then you do the same with Quinn" she tried to grab my wrist to turn me around but I pulled away forcefully rolling my eyes. We may have become some kind of friends since we had been living together for so long, even if I loved reminding her that I only tolerated her for that matter, but she definitely hadn't stopped being herself and that included a lot of talking. Way too much. Especially now that I was still a bit drunk and only wanted to sleep. Or, to be completely honest, to get myself off remembering Quinn's taste before sleeping. What the fuck? Maybe Rachel was right. What the hell was I thinking?

"Berry, for the love of God, shut up" I stormed turning finally around to face her. There was this brightness in her eyes I had only seen when she talked about Finn and it confused the fuck out of me. I could only fold my arms defensively over my chest and tilt my head studying her. "Look, I drank too much, and Quinn drank too much too. Besides she was the one who threw herself into my arms and you know how I am. Of course I can never keep my hands to myself, especially not when we are talking about Quinn fucking Fabray" I saw Rachel's eyes drop for less than a second, and some kind of...disappointment? It was so brief I couldn't be sure. Definitely this was really confusing me, maybe I was still just too drunk.

"But Santana, it's been five years; I thought you were over her already. Especially after having to listen to your sexual rendezvouses almost every single night. Which I have to say, are quite annoying. Some people in this house need their beauty sleep – "

"Oh no, Rachel don't start rambling about your damn beauty sleep and how much you need it for your shows. That has nothing to do with this...conversation" I said, my voice much calmer than before even if I was still just as mad, if not even more. But the look in Rachel's eyes had definitely raised my curiosity. I wanted, no, I needed to know why she looked at me that way. I needed it so badly. I had this feeling that I was so not going to like where this was going. "Besides, why the fuck do you even care?"

"You are my friend, Santana, and I've seen you cry your eyes out for her every now and again for five years now. I don't want you to go back to it. Not when Quinn is absolutely over you" wait, Quinn what? I snorted raising my left brow.

"Did I stutter earlier? She was the one who started everything at the wedding. And how the fuck do you even know she is over me?"

"We...we have been talking...lately" Rachel's voice was not louder than a whisper and her cheeks suddenly turned pink. Definitely I was not liking this, at all.

"And why do you talk to her, if I may ask? It's not like you've ever been friends" I spitted, my anger growing inside me.

"Quinn and I have always been friends" she stated solemnly "At first we started talking about you. She wanted to know if you were okay, since apparently you have not replied to any message she has sent you for the last five years" Well, that was absolutely true, I hadn't. But I would cry myself out in Rachel's arms every time I got one.

"Well you actually know pretty well why I hadn't replied to any of her messages" I said frowning, tightening my grip on my own arms "And what do you mean by 'at first'?"

"Well...lately things have grown...complicated" she muttered looking away from me. Rachel probably had forgotten that I was absolutely amazing at reading people's body language and Rachel only avoided someone's gaze when she was really uncomfortable, nervous or horny. Or all of the above at a time. But she couldn't be horny in this moment. Did I have that effect on her? Oh, God, Lopez, you definitely drank too much, what the fuck?

"Complicated?" I said frowning even more.

"Maybe...uhm...well Quinn and I are a thing, kind of"

"What?" I was absolutely taken aback. Rachel and Quinn. How could I not know if I lived with one of the parts of that stupid union? Besides I really thought Quinn had a better taste, apparently after me she had decided to take a look at the rabble.

"Uhm...Quinn and I..." she started, avoiding my eyes once again "Have been exchanging sensual and erotic text messages for a few months now" Sexting. I didn't know either to laugh hard at the way she had explained it or to punch her for the fact that she was sexting with Quinn. Lima Heights won.

"YOU ARE SEXTING WITH MY GIRLFRIEND?" I yelled suddenly and raised my fist throwing it directly towards her face. Thankfully I was drunk enough to fail, I really didn't want to break her nose or anything but I couldn't control myself when Snixx took over me. I hit the air right beside her head, but the force of my forehand made me lose my balance and before I could hold myself back I was falling against Rachel and we both fell to the floor. Now I was straddling her, my eyes full of rage, and she had her arms on my shoulders pushing me away enough not to bite her or something.

"She is not your girlfriend, Santana" she whispered "I was actually hoping to make some real advances on her tonight, but as usual you got in the way" now she was looking directly into my eyes and I could see she was as mad as I was. That hurt.

She was gripping firmly on my shoulders so I couldn't really move, but I was trying quite hard to get rid of her grip to punch her for real now. Once I got a hand free and had it in the air again, the door wandered open once again, letting the third member of our dysfunctional family into the room.

"Ladies, what the hell is going on?" Kurt asked quite surprised "Santana, please, tell me you are not trying to kill Rachel again"

I grunted in response and got up from the floor quite ungracefully before looking at Rachel.

"Fuck you, Berry" I stated, then turning around and storming towards my room. I opened the door, got inside and shouted "And since when are you even gay?" then slammed the door shut.

Kurt stood there a moment, looking at my door blankly, then he turned towards Rachel, still lying on the floor "She found out?" he asked.

"She found out" Rachel stated, sitting up with a heavy sigh.

Meanwhile I was almost running all over my room in rage. I couldn't believe it. And why the hell did I even care? Rachel was right, Quinn was not my girlfriend, hadn't been for five years, she was free to do whatever the fuck she wanted, but why did it affect me so much?

I grabbed my phone and typed a single message, pressing on the screen with way more force than necessary.

Who's the whore now? Enjoy your sex-Berry-ting.

Within seconds I got an answer

And finally I got your attention.

I raised both my brows and letting out a loud shout I threw my phone against the wall, hearing it break. Breathing heavily I lay on my bed. I really needed to sleep; maybe all of this was only a nightmare. And if it wasn't, I'd deal with my broken phone in the morning.