Inspiration
Her back was ridged, She was sore from sitting in one position for so long, and bored almost to the point of tears. Talking was not allowed, neither was music, nor moving. The only form of entertainment that Santana had was watching Rachel. Her eyes were trained on her hands, moving expertly across the canvas, then looking up at her, and her face would be distorted in concentration, and then disappear behind the canvas again.
If Santana had anything better to do she would be doing it. Brittnay was still off limits, and besides she was probably busy with Artie, and Quinn was busy trying to make the Glee club a success while maintaining a relationship with Finn. So with both of her best friends busy with other things she spent her time with Rachel, in the art room, in her room, in her basement, wherever Rachel could get a stool and canvas.
Finally after about three hours Rachel stood, a smirk on her face and removed her smock from her tiny frame. Santana stood, stretched and made her way over to where Rachel was examining her work. Santana looked amazing. Simply amazing. Her eyes had that glint in them that Rachel had spoken of so often and fondly. Her hair was shiny and cascaded down past her shoulders, and her skin tone was simply perfect, matching the real life beauty.
"Rachel, its, just wow, it's so amazing." It's not often that a person can render Santana Lopez completely and utterly speechless, and Rachel took great pride in her ability to get Santana every time.
"I think it turned out pretty good." She looked at it from every different direction, trying to pick out all of the flaws that were invisible to the untrained eye. Santana eying her wearily, wishing that she had that type of ability.
"I know you don't like to talk about it, but why don't you have plans, it's a Friday night?" Rachel asked while she kept her eyes trained on the canvas.
"I could ask you the same thing." Santana smirked. She really liked this easy banter that flowed between Rachel and herself.
"Well, I could sit here and explain my artistic ways, or, I could wash my hands and I could show you something that you might really like."
Santana smiled at that.
"Lead the way Michelangelo."
The Brunettes sat in the car, eating their sandwich and listening to indie rock that Rachel had really gotten into lately, making light conversation about the events that were about to transpire.
She had found it on a late night while on her daily run across the sleepy town of Lima, and it rendered her speechless. 100 percent entranced with all of the possibilities. And she began planning for the largest canvas that she had ever had in her life.
Santana stared down at all of the templates that Rachel had, and the cans of spray paint that filled the trunk of her car. The smirk that spread across Rachel's face concerned Santana more than anything else regarding this situation, it meant inevitable trouble. Sometimes Santana loved that smirk, but not today, today all it meant that things were gonna get messy.
The two girls were decked out in black. Rachel dressed in her black leather jacket and black hood covering the majority of her face. She was clutching a grey cloth over her mouth and nose, to keep the paint fumes at bay. Santana, was wearing one of Rachel's oversized hoodies that went past her butt, and black gloves met the sleeve ending, wearing a painters mask.
The wall was soon covered in the multi colored paint, Rachel and Santana lying on the hood of her car and staring at it. Rachel wondering when she would get another chance to have a canvas like this again. She looked over at her companion when she felt eyes watching her. Dark eyes meeting one another, Rachel's questioning and Santana's confident.
"Do you wanna come back my place?" Santana had been doing this sort of thing more and more often lately, what with her first choice not available and her second choice had been in Lauren land for so long that one Rachel Berry had taken his place.
"sure."