Hopelessly Devoted To You

Sexting. Part 2.

When I woke up the next morning I was exhausted and had the worst hungover I had had for years. Not that I slept too much. I couldn't stop thinking about Quinn masturbating and for once it was a total turn off because now I could only think that she was masturbating to Rachel's messages. The image was disgusting. How could Rachel even sext? She couldn't even talk about sex like normal people.

Thinking about that made me feel dizzy and sick. Or maybe it was the hungover. But I had to run to the bathroom hoping really hard that no one was there at the moment. Thankfully no one was. I threw up all I had inside, mostly alcohol. It felt like if my stomach was going to come out my mouth any moment too. Also a few tears ran down my cheeks, I hated throwing up; it was one of the worst sensations for me.

After my stomach decided it was completely empty I took off my pyjamas and crawled into the shower against my own will. I definitely needed to go out and buy a new phone and for that I definitely needed to shower.

Forty-five minutes later I was feeling a bit better, a shower and clean clothes always did the trick, as I wandered into the kitchen to quickly drink a coffee. I held back a snort as I saw Rachel there, but I decided it was better if I didn't even acknowledge her presence.

"Santana...can we talk?" of course Rachel wanted to talk. She was walking towards me, but I raised a hand in the air to stop her, not looking at her.

"Don't" I said "Don't even look at me" I added and continued walking in the kitchen as if she wasn't there. Thankfully, she didn't say anything else.

Two hours later I was back home with my brand new phone and I found Kurt sitting on the couch like waiting for something. As he saw me, he smiled. Well apparently he was waiting for someone, for me.

"Santana...you should talk to Rachel" he said calmly. I understood he wanted our coexistence to be as peaceful and nice as it could be, but this wasn't the time.

"Kurt...don't, please" I pleaded sighing

"Just don't let your friendship rip apart for this. Rachel deserves to explain herself and you know it"

With another sigh I nodded "Maybe, but not now, not today"

Kurt simply nodded understanding and I went back into my room to set my new phone up and make it functional. Once I turned it on I got a message, it was sent last night, a couple hours after the one that originally made me crash my phone against the wall.

Apparently I lost it again... - Q

Sitting on my desk chair I frowned and started typing

Sorry, a stupid whore and an angry bitch made me break my phone last night – S

Ah...that blonde whore and brunette bitch can be really rude – Q

I couldn't help but smile, Quinn had understood I was originally talking about us. Once I noticed my own smile I frowned again with a snort. I was totally not smiling for Quinn Fabray, not at all.

Wtf did you mean with 'finally I got your attention'? – S

Oh, don't get me wrong, sexting with Rachel is fun, but it's not serious – Q

Maybe you should tell her that. Apparently last night I stepped on her way – S

I already told you last night that I couldn't get my eyes of you. That dress should be illegal...as well as your legs... - Q

I bit my lip, and frowned again. What the fuck, Fabray? Was she trying to sext with me too? Not that I was complaining, but I actually should be complaining. I wasn't going to fall into the game. Hell to the no.