Disclaimer: I don't own Glee. But wouldn't it be fun if I did?

A/N: Alright, here we go. For now, these will be just little snippets into their lives together and their shared love of 'damning themselves' as Santana likes to say. I don't have any major plot line in mind for this yet, though there are some possibilities... cop!Finn anyone? Anywho, this was inspired by the line 'Midas is king and he holds me so tight And turns me to gold in the sunlight' (though basically focusing on turning to gold in the sunlight. XD) from 'Rabbit Heart' by Florence and the Machine. Thanks to purrpickle for giving me this perfect song for serial killer!pezberry theme song! 3

WARNING: Killing and blood and gore and smut and etc. More in future chapters than in this one, but you have been warned. Do not read if you don't like or if this could be triggering!

The Morning After

She loved it, the morning after. There was just something about it... something she couldn't really explain. A content energy hummed through her, everything seemed brighter-lusher, and she couldn't help the grin that took hold of her.

Rolling over onto her back, Santana stretched a bit, then sunk back into the mattress. The morning light filled the room, simply adding to the warmth and overall elegance of the moment. Turning her head to her right, she took in the sight of her sleeping girlfriend. She was on her stomach, face turned away from Santana's gaze, hair tousled and blankets twisted. She was an adorable mess.

And damn was her girl good last night. She'd set everything up with her usual care to detail, but also an indefinable excitement. Everything had been perfect, exhilarating, satisfying. Rachel was amazing. And she loved seeing her in red... Replaced now with cotton white.

Reaching out, she trailed her fingers over the tank top, over the bare skin of her lower back, and around the waistband of her underwear. Why were they even dressed? They normally slept naked, it just became routine.

She sighed. Rachel's parents, that's why she was restrained by a grey T-shirt and black boy shorts. And why she lacked the proper amount of bare skin to wake up to. They were flying in for a visit today, and Rachel had insisted they sleep clothed. Even though they weren't due to be there until the afternoon, Rachel and herself were going to pick them up at the airport, and Rachel had triple-checked their flight to make sure they hadn't switched to surprise their daughter a day early(they would have been the one's to be surprised...). Not to mention that Santana was pretty sure the girl's fathers were well aware of said girl's age and her relationship status. She doubted they'd just barge into their apartment let alone their room. But Rachel had insisted so whatever. Rachel still lay next to her and last night had been fantastic, so she didn't mind.

Sighing, happily this time, she rolled toward the slumbering girl. Burying her face into a soft shoulder blade and pressing the rest of her body as close as possible, practically laying half on top of the girl, Santana smiled.

As the sunlight warmed her, she realized what it was about mornings like this. These mornings were pure and precious. A sense of eminence and power, a greatness spread through her. Fully rested and still feeling the buzz of the night before. Feeling nothing could be greater, nothing could surpass what was her life and her actions, triumphs. The perfect description.

She was turned to gold.

A/N: Yeah, this is the morning after a killing, not sex... well that too. X] I may write out what happened the night before but may simply move on. Who knows.

Hope you enoyed this!