Hey guys! This is my first multi-chapter PEZBERRY fanfic and the first fanfic I have written in awhile! I really only plan to continue with this if I get a good amount of readers, so PLEASE review!
I'm also in search of a beta possibly? My best friend is in school to be an editor but has never seen much of Glee. So I need someone that can edit my work.
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Love Me Like You Do
Chapter One: Best Summer Ever
Rachel's POV
My name is Rachel Berry, I am sixteen years old and a self proclaimed Diva. It's 8 am on a Saturday, and normally I would already be awake, starting my day with my work out. However, everything changed when I fell in love with Lima's resident female badass. Even if she is a softy to her chosen select few peers. Currently her arms are wrapped tightly around my torso as if I'll disappear in thin air. Now...I know what you must be thinking; How did I, the co-captain of glee club manage to get one third of the Unholy Trinity to fall in love with me? Well believe it or not she had to convince me. It all started in October after our win at sectionals...
Flashback
"Bye guys! See you on Monday!" I waved to my teammates, Tina and Artie, as they walked out the doors.
I opened my locker to grab my personal belongings, when I heard Santana Lopez tell her blonde best friend, Brittany, to wait by her car. I notice she is headed my way and I brace myself for the verbal lashing I'm sure I will receive.
"So..are you and Finnept dating now that he is single?" She asked smugly, yet there was a shake in her tone.
I slowly turned to her confused, and slightly shocked, "No, I do not believe that would be appropriate at the current time. Given his current state of hurt, that would probably not be a smart idea." She looked around as she heard voices down the adjacent hallway.
"Good, you deserve much better than him." She moved closer to me and whispered, "I need to talk to you about something privately. Would you mind if we went somewhere to talk?"
"Of course. We can go to my house if you wish. My dads' will respect our wish for privacy, plus my room is soundproofed. However, I must warn you that if this is an attempt to injure me or humiliate me in anyway..."
She cut me off and quickly said, "Rachel. I promise this is not some attempt to harm you in any way." My jaw dropped.
"You...you called me Rachel." I sputtered out.
"Well that's your name isn't it? I'm done with the name calling, okay? Just promise me when you hear what I have to say that you'll take me seriously."
I put my hand on her shoulder cautiously, "of course, Santana. I promise. You can trust me." She grabbed my hand from her shoulder and I expected her to push me away but she took and guided me towards the student parking lot with a smile on her face. Her text tonenwent off on her phone.
"That was Brittany. She is getting a ride home from Quinn. Come on, I'll drive us to your house." She led me to a new shiny red Toyota Camry.
"So this is your new car I heard you telling Quinn about a couple weeks ago. A birthday present right?" I asked as I buckled my seat-belt. I saw her nod as she pulled out of McKinley High's parking lot. I pointed out which streets to turn onto, and after about five minutes we were pulling into my driveway. "My dad's are out at the store and should be back within the hour. They are aware of you coming over, and insist that you stay for dinner. But I completely understand if you'd rather not have dinner with my fathers and me."
"That sounds great Rachel." I could tell she was nervous about whatever she had to tell me, and to be honest, I thought it was really cute. I led us inside and up the stairs to my bedroom. I heard her laugh quietly, probably at the star sign on my door that said, "Rachel's Room". When I opened the door I heard her mutter a wow under her breath.
"Let me guess, you expected bright pink walls with Broadway posters, and bedazzled everything. Right?" I asked her. I pulled her inside, "Feel free to sit anywhere." She sat on the edge of my bed and nervously rubbed her hands on her knees. I took a seat across from her in my computer chair and gently placed my hand on top of hers. She looked up at me and our eyes met.
"Rachel...I..." She stuttered.
"Santana, it's okay. Whatever it is, I promise." She took a deep breath.
"Okay, here goes nothing. Rachel, I am so sorry for all the names I've called you and all the slushies that I've thrown. Everyday the guilt builds and builds. Everytime I see someone else slushy you, or call you names, it takes so much self control not to beat their asses into the ground." I open my mouth to speak but she raises a hand to stop me. "Please let me finish before you say anything, otherwise I'm not sure I can finish. "Rachel, I like you. I mean really like you. And I know I don't deserve you or your forgiveness. But please let me earn it. I might not be ready to walk down the halls of McKinley with rainbow pride flags, and lesbian written on my forehead. But I promise to stop the names, I'll stop the slushies. I won't be ashamed to eat lunch with you, or walk down the hall with you." At this point both of our eyes are filled with tears, and I'm filled with so much confusion. "Okay, if you want to say something...well please do."
"How..what..why?" I stutter. "First, if you are being completely serious about the apology then I forgive you. However if you wish for me to believe that you actually like me, as in you want to date me, well forgive me for thinking that's ridiculous."
"I know it's hard to believe Princesa, but I truly do want to date you. Give me a chance. Just one date. If it's awful, and you still don't believe me well then I will be more than happy to be just friends." She brushes the fallen tears from my cheeks. Her hand is warm, and comforting on my cheek.
"Fine. But Santana, please know that if this turns out to be some prank...I don't think I would survive it."
End Flashback
Obviously, the first date was legit and real, otherwise I wouldn't be lying here in her arms, happier than I've ever been. I feel her start to stir awake, which is unusual this early, but not unwelcome.
"Babe, you're thinking too loud. Go back to sleep." She lazily kissed my cheek and pulled me tighter.
"Sorry sweetheart."
She grunts her forgiveness and says, "Are you okay? What is going through that pretty head of yours?"
"Just thinking about the first time you told me you liked me, the first time I wanted to kiss you. Everything is fine. Go back to sleep, babe. I'll wake you around lunchtime so I can take my favorite girl to Breadstix." She pulls me even tighter to her in acknowledgement.
"Best. Girlfriend. Ever." She was back to sleep in seconds.
And this is when I realized that this would be the best summer ever.
