AN: Hey everybody, I just wanted to share my first completed story for the Glee fandom with you all! I usually write Gossip Girl fics, but I've recently branched off into Glee as well! I think the title gives you a good idea of what's to come, so hope you enjoy and thanks for taking the time to read!
Disclaimer: Unfortunately, I own nothing...if I did Brittana would be "on" all the time, closely followed by Faberry!
Snowing Leads to Snuggling
Currently, Santana was trying to kick, push, punch, and cuss her father's new Toyota Tundra CrewMax truck out of the snow drift where it was immobilized. Brittany, Quinn, and Rachel all looked on with gloved hands shoved into pockets and noses buried into scarves, as thick, heavy snowflakes quickly coated their quivering figures.
"Santana, while I can understand why you want to dislodge your father's brand new vehicle from its icy imprisonment, I also understand that your attempts are futile!" Rachel yelled into the howling wind. "I think it would be in everyone's best interest if we got back into the truck and just phoned for assistance!"
"I think it would be in your best interest to shut up, Berry!" Santana raged at her petite classmate, before turning her frustrations onto the truck again and giving the tire a kick that made her dark, snow flecked ponytail toss wildly.
"I'm just glad we're all okay…and I feel bad for the corn," Brittany announced over the din of the outdoor conditions, but still somehow sounded fairly emotionless. Leave it to childishly innocent Brittany to feel remorse for the dead, skeletal corn stalks that Santana had plowed over when she had lost control and skidded into a field in the middle of Nowhere, Ohio.
Quinn huddled closer to her equally blonde friend and linked their arms together for added support and warmth, telling her, "It'll be okay, Britt, it's already dead." Then, she shouted to her other friend, "And Santana, for once I'd have to agree with Man Hands…this isn't getting us anywhere!"
"Fine! Break out the cell phones and try to call the search parties," the fuming Latina spat, opening the truck doors and exaggeratedly gesturing for the other girls to get inside. "But the last I checked farm windmills didn't offer the best reception!"
"So cold…" Rachel mumbled under her breath as she passed Santana and clamored up into the back seat.
"Cold! You're lucky I don't leave you out there to turn into a little berry flavored popsicle, Berry!" snapped Santana, while she slammed the door shut and then proceeded to bang on the steering wheel. "I could just kill Schuester for making us carpool to this stupid school out in the heart of freakin' FarmVille in the middle of a freakin' blizzard, just to 'check out the competition!'" she air quoted. She continued her tantrum by inflicting abuse on the dash and console and pressing the horn obnoxiously, until finally she exhausted herself and dropped her forehead to the steering wheel.
"San…" Brittany scolded gently and reached out to pat her shoulder reassuringly from the back seat. But when Santana turned on her with a fierce glare, she slowly retracted her hand and turned to face the window. The look on Santana's face did not intimidate her like it did most people, but it did hurt. Ever since she had started dating Artie and had broken off her and Santana's undefined relationship, she felt that she had no real grounds to try to tell her former best friend anything and she was sure the feeling was mutual.
"I've got one bar!" Quinn announced. Something like hope laced her voice as she held up her cell phone, only to have the words 'No Service' flash over the small screen moments later. Her face fell, but she quickly tried to cover her disappointment; she was not only a leader to the Cheerios, she prided herself on being able to take control of situations and handle them accordingly in all aspects. "Okay, everyone needs to check their phones and whoever has the best service needs to call out, it's going to be dark soon and I do not want to sit in this cornfield all night!"
Rachel huffed, "No service, as well…"
"I forgot my phone in the refrigerator…"
Quinn inwardly groaned and then smacked Santana in the arm to get her to lift her head. "Check your phone."
"It's dead…" the Latina grumbled. "Been dead since the first hour of this godforsaken road trip. What are we gonna do! We can't even leave the damn truck running because the muffler is buried!"
"Oh my God…oh my God…" Rachel began chanting from the backseat. "We're going to waste away out here! No one is going to find us and we're going to die! I'll never be able to tell my Daddies how much I love them again or become a Broadway star or –"
"If you don't shut the hell up I'm going to murder you before you even have the chance to start wasting away!" Santana screamed, as she rapidly spun around and lunged at the petite diva.
"Everyone, calm down, now!" Quinn yelled over the chaos. She had caught Santana by the front of her jacket and had already slammed her back into her seat. "You're scaring Brittany!" she added, trying to get the two brunettes to appeal to the blonde who looked like she was now near tears.
"I don't want to die like the corn!" Brittany whined, hugging her arms around herself.
"No one is going to die, Britt," Quinn told her calmly, before turning to the brooding figure in the driver's seat. "San is going to get our cheerleading bags out of the back of the truck, we're going to put on our extra clothes and blankets, and wait for someone to come by."
"Me! Why do I have to go out there!" Santana complained, crossing her arms over her chest, much like Brittany but for an entirely different reason.
Quinn gave her another shove towards the door for being so difficult. "Because you're the one who thought you were such a 'badass in this badass truck' and had to drive fast enough for us to spin out and land in this snow drift. Now, go!"
After some unintelligible mumbling and a slam of the tailgate, Santana climbed back into the cab, once again snow covered and definitely still angry. Three large, heavy duffels were pushed into any place they would fit and then unzipped for their contents. Sweatshirts, sweatpants, towels, and blankets all emblazoned with the WMHS Cheerios logo were soon bundled around the three Cheerios occupying the vehicle, leaving Rachel envious and cold.
"You can share my blanket with Quinn and I," Brittany sweetly offered from her position cuddled up next to Quinn, who had hurried into the backseat with her friend once she realized that her own red and white fleece blanket was missing from her bag.
The head cheerleader did not dispute the offer, but Rachel knew that she was the very last person Quinn would ever want curled up under a blanket with her. "Thank you, Brittany, but I'll manage on my own."
"Ha! I bet right about now you're wishing that pretty little singing voice of yours was enough to get you on the Cheerios, huh, Rachel!" Santana laughed evilly. She had her blanket all to herself, in addition to an extra white Under Armour shirt and a pair of sweats.
"A-actually I don't…" Rachel insisted, her teeth beginning to chatter from the cold. It was the best come back she could manage. She was not in the mood to expend valuable energy for the Latina's attitude.
"Yep, sure you don't," Santana laughed again, and then reclined her seat so far back that Rachel was nearly pinned in her seat behind her. "Ahh, this is the life!" she teased, tangling herself further into her blanket.
"You're so mean, Santana," Brittany suddenly said under her breath, while staring out the window.
"What was that you said, Brittany!" the brunette quizzed cynically, her head lolling with venom even in her reclined position. "I know you didn't say I was mean, because if that was so, then I think I'd have a lot of things I could call you!"
Quinn sighed loudly and nestled her body closer to her friend's. "I'm not going to listen to a lover's quarrel between you two, so let's just try to get some sleep or something. It'll help us forget how fricken cold it is in here."
It didn't take long before everyone in the truck besides Santana was asleep, or so she thought, and she was left to ponder her sorry, secret-girlfriend-less existence as she stared at the snow coated windshield. She looked over her shoulder to find Quinn and Brittany curled together like two puppies in a basket and suddenly she felt the urge to vomit. She figured the only way it could be worse was if she had to see Brittany in the same position with Artie.
Trying to force herself to sleep, Santana squeezed her eyes shut and willed her mind to clear, but every time she silenced her thoughts all she could hear was a strange and distinct clicking noise. Then, there was a shift behind her and the leather of the backseat creaked in protest.
"Berry? What's that noise?" she hissed, assuming Rachel was awake.
"M-m-m-my t-teeth-th…"
Santana wiggled her warm toes and guilt stabbed her right where she figured her heart must have been located. There was no way Rachel could have faked a stutter like that, not even with her known tendencies of being a prima donna.
"Are you cold?" Santana asked, and then mentally kicked herself and immediately furrowed her finely arched brows at how stupid of a question she had just asked.
Rachel shifted behind her again, probably in a failed effort to warm herself. "W-w-well, y-yes."
The Latina did not respond right away. She was carefully going over some options in her head. She could just give Rachel her sweatshirt or jacket, or she could just give her the blanket, but then she would be cold and the blanket could easily cover two people, and –
"Move over!" Santana hissed at her again, and then put her seat back into an upright position.
"W-what a-are you d-d-doing?" Rachel stammered, her voice sounding uncertain and a hint fearful.
"Directing a parade! What do you think I'm doing! I'm coming back there!"
It only took a few seconds for the taller brunette to settle into the backseat and situate the blanket over both herself and Rachel, their shoulders barely brushing and their bodies sitting straightforward. It was easily one of the most awkward moments of each of their young lives.
"W-what are you d-doing?" Rachel asked again after a couple tense minutes had passed. The chattering of her teeth was already beginning to lessen with the blanket over her and Santana beside her.
"Keeping you warm…or at least trying," Santana mumbled, closing her eyes and resting her head on the headrest. She was trying to ignore the way the petite brunette was still violently shivering beside her while her friends seemed to be perfectly content enjoying each other's body heat. It was putting ideas into her head and she would not get into such a position with Rachel Berry, she would not!
Rachel could not help but smile into the now darkened cab of the truck. "Y-you didn't h-have to…"
Santana shrugged and unconsciously kept her head back, but turned it toward Rachel. "Well, your lips are practically blue and I couldn't have you turning into a smurf. Although it would make for another fitting insult, Smurfette…"
A giggle escaped Rachel and before Santana could process what was going on, she was smiling and a head was rested on her shoulder. She could not deny that it felt oddly comforting to have someone that close to her again, it was like having Brittany back. Despite what she led most people to believe, she was not a robot and she did have emotions and feelings, surprisingly sensitive ones actually.
"They look p-pretty comfortable, don't they?" Rachel said aloud, observing the way Brittany was practically spooning Quinn after the two had moved in their sleep.
"Oh, yeah," Santana said nonchalantly, as she cracked an eye open and glanced over. "Probably more comfortable than us."
At that comment, both of the girls stiffened and Santana's mind started to race. She had no idea why she would say something like that, all it served to do was put an image in her head and it had probably done the same for Rachel.
"Are you suggesting something, Santana?"
"Are you suggesting that it would be acceptable if I was suggesting something, Rachel?"
"Possibly…"
"And are you also suggesting that it would be acceptable to never speak of a certain something if it were to happen?"
"If it keeps us warm, then absolutely."
Santana suddenly turned her body towards Rachel, and whispered, "Alright, then lie down."
The smaller of the two brunettes sat forward, while Santana lied down closest against the seat and stretched her legs out to tangle with the blondes' on the opposite side of the cab. When Rachel lied down against her chest, Santana felt all of the breath leave her lungs. And it was even worse when she had to spread the blanket over her and Rachel caught her arm, bringing it tightly around her waist.
"Just keeping warm, right?" Rachel said quietly, lacing their fingers together over her stomach.
"R-right…" Santana tried to reply, only to have her voice stutter for no reason beside the massive amounts of nervousness and adrenaline that was suddenly coursing through her body.
"Are you cold now?"
"N-no. No!"
"But, you're stuttering…"
"Alright, fine! I'm cold!" Santana said snottily, trying to keep her voice low so as not to wake up Brittany and Quinn. The last thing she wanted was for those two to see her spooning Rachel. Her face was nearly buried in the diva's hair now, the only reason it wasn't was because she was practically spraining her neck to keep her distance from the dark, fragrant, silky looking locks. "Now, we just…go to sleep!"
Sleeping was the last thing either of the girls could think about. Rachel had entwined their hands, but now all she was trying to do was keep her fingers from trembling against Santana's, and it had nothing to do with the cold. She could also feel the tickle of warm breath on her neck, it made her insides feel like jello but at the same time she was wondering if she was just giving "Satana" an opportunity to feast on her blood.
Santana, on the other hand, just felt like her heart was going to beat out of her chest and she was sure the girl lying flush against her could hear it, if not feel it. She didn't even want to move for fear of causing anymore awkward body contact.
"Santana?" Rachel whispered into the darkness, giving her hand a light pulse.
The touch felt like electrocution to the Latina, but she forced her hand to remain limp in the other girl's grasp. "What?" her voice squeaked and she not-so-smoothly covered the sound by clearing her throat.
"My arm is going numb…"
"What do you want me to do about that!" Santana asked stiffly. Her eyes were almost crossed as she tried to keep her head back while looking at a tendril of hair that was dangerously close to falling onto her cheek.
Sitting up, Rachel twisted around on the seat. "I need to lie on my other side otherwise I won't be able to get comfortable or fall asleep."
When she sealized exactly what Rachel laying on her other side would mean, Santana swiftly tried to stop her. "This just in, we're trying to get comfortable in the backseat of a freakin' truck cab, there's really no such thing!"
Before she could be stopped, Rachel had situated herself on the seat so she was facing Santana, who was now tenser than ever. The tips of their noses were centimeters from touching and both sets of brown eyes were wide with uncertainty.
"I'm going to sleep now…" Santana said, staring directly at Rachel.
"So am I…" Rachel agreed.
Despite what they had said, they're eyes remained wide and unblinking. Neither was willing to actually surrender to sleep while being so embarrassingly close to their mortal enemy. So, since they were just going to stare at one another, Santana decided she might as well talk about something to ease the tension, if that was at all possible.
"Are you still cold?"
"Yes, a little…" Rachel stated honestly, finally diverting her eyes.
"Oh…well here…" Santana mumbled and wrapped the blanket more snuggly around the smaller girl's back. By the time she got the fabric where she wanted it, her arm was rested in the curve of Rachel's waist. She debated pulling it away, but after a few seconds of hesitation she flattened her hand out over Rachel's back and suddenly shifted their bodies closer together. Then she immediately closed her eyes. "Better?"
The movement had caused one of Rachel's knees to be pushed between Santana's, causing an unexpected jolt of arousal. I've gotta be hallucinating, hypothermia must be setting in, Santana thought to herself as she tried to ignore the throb between her thighs. There is no way I'm getting wet for Rachel Berry right now! This isn't real!
"Yes, thank you," Rachel whispered and Santana could feel her breath against her lips.
"You're welcome…" The Latina wasn't really sure why she had suddenly become so civilized towards someone she normally could not stand, but she was sure that it had to be from the bizarre situation and not the feelings she was having towards Rachel at the moment.
"San?"
"What!" Santana opened her eyes in slight aggravation at Rachel's insistence on talking and using her nickname, but when she did, she wished that she would have kept them shut.
"I was just wondering if my lips are still blue…" the petite brunette said lowly, bringing her face closer to Santana's and gently brushing their noses together.
"Rachel…" Santana breathed out warningly, while involuntarily moving her head so that their foreheads were touching. She was trying desperately to hold herself back from doing anything crazy, but with the way Rachel was looking at her with hooded eyes and nuzzling her nose she just couldn't help it.
Rachel's full, parted lips hesitated over her's for a moment, their eyes met in silent agreement and then they were sharing a soft kiss. Disbelief flooded Santana at what was happening, but the kiss felt so good that she didn't even care who it was happening with. And now, instead of fighting the cold, their bodies seemed to be generating so much heat that the frigid temperatures could not touch them.
"Mm…" Santana accidentally moaned into Rachel's mouth, as she brought her hand from under the blanket and tangled it in dark hair, trying to get closer. The sound caused one of the blondes to stir, which in turn caused both brunettes to freeze.
Santana tugged the blanket up so that only the tops of their heads were visible, gave the petite brunette another quick peck, and then brought her index finger to her lips. They could feel either Brittany or Quinn's feet moving around from where all of their legs were melded together in the middle of the backseat.
"Quinn…Quinn, wake up…"
"Hmm, what? It's still freezing…"
"Look at Rachel and San."
There was more shuffling and movement, and Santana and Rachel had to bite their tongues at what they heard next.
"Oh…my…God…"
"Rachel must've been really cold!"
"And Santana must have decided she was in a really giving mood."
"They're so cute together!"
"Ha, we'll see if you can convince them of that in the morning!"
When it was apparent that the other two girls had fallen back to sleep, Santana and Rachel continued to silently stare at one another beneath the cover of the blanket.
"Why did you kiss me?" Santana whispered so quietly that the words were almost mouthed instead of spoken. Then she brought her finger away from Rachel's lips to allow her to respond. To say she was surprised by the diva's boldness was an understatement. If she had been in Rachel's position she would have been terrified to cross someone like herself in such a daring, intimate way.
"Because I like you when you're being sweet," Rachel said honestly, but while casting her eyes down. "I wanted to show you that."
"I'm never sweet…" Despite the darkness under the blanket, Santana could discern the humorously, amused quirk of Rachel's brows, that said, 'Are you not aware of what you just did?' and she had to smile. One of those bright, genuine smiles that showed all of her perfect teeth, but were only witnessed on rare occasions.
"Yes, you are," Rachel told her, bringing her hand up to slide along Santana's neck, making her dark eyes close from the sensation. "You just don't want anyone to know, and that's alright, I promise I won't tell. We're just trying to stay warm…"
Santana was still grinning when she moved closer and buried her face in Rachel's hair. She decided that having to give the little diva a ride wasn't so bad after all, especially when the ride ended in a snow drift and Rachel turned out to be not only a warm and surprisingly good snuggle buddy, but a great kisser as well. Not to say that Santana was into all of that cuddling and snuggling or anything, she had only fallen asleep with her arm around Rachel's waist and her head tucked under her chin, with a smile on her face because she was cold.
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"The tow truck is here! Wake up, love birds!" was the alarm Santana and Rachel received some time later, followed by the shocking sensation of snow assaulting their faces, which had been closely pressed together.
"Ahh! What the –" Rachel shrieked from the cold, only to be interrupted.
"Quinn, you bitch! I'm going to kill you!" Santana yelled as she sat up and shook the half melted snow from her face and hair. "You're so dead!"
Before Rachel could stop her, Santana was jumping out of the open doors and chasing a screaming Quinn across the powdery cornfield, the soft morning light and yellow tow truck flashers illuminating them.
"I told her to leave you guys alone, but she didn't listen," Brittany said innocently, as Rachel emerged from the truck.
Rachel just giggled, not at what had been said but at watching Santana as she got her revenge and tackled Quinn to the ground.
"Santana is actually pretty nice when she wants to be…"
The Latina could be seen straddling Quinn and shoving handful after handful of snow down her jacket while she continued to scream. When she was finished with her attack she raised her hands above her head, laughing victoriously. Then, she turned back to Rachel with another of those brilliant smiles – the second one in just a few hours – and gave her an excited wave.
"I know, Brittany," Rachel smiled, returning the wave and the smile. "I know…"
Well, there you have it! Just a cute fluffy one-shot because, come on, we all know Santana is a total softy on the inside! :) Thanks for reading!