I have to say I've never read or written ANY Pezberry fic. Ever. So if someone else has done this, I swear I didn't steal your idea!
That being said, I ship this :P
After Friday's Glee rehearsal, everyone seemed to be in a rush to get home to start the weekend. Within minutes the room was empty except for one Rachel Berry, who was collecting the sheet music strewn around the room, and Santana Lopez.
The latter cleared her throat from her seat at the piano bench, causing Rachel to jump and drop the music she had been holding. She turned sharply, laying a hand over her heart in an expression of theatrical shock that was not at all out of the ordinary for her.
"Oh, Santana! You scared me." Rolling her eyes, the girl being addressed rose from where she sat and strode confidently over to Rachel, heedless of the music on the floor. When she was about a foot from the other girl, she stopped. Rachel was bent over, picking up a piece of music, when Santana used one stiletto boot to pin it to the floor. From her spot on the floor Rachel looked up questioningly, with a slight air of annoyance. Her gaze met the signature predatory look of Santana Lopez.
"Listen, Berry. You annoy the crap out of me, and sometimes I think about how one of these days you're going to sprout wings and feathers and reveal yourself as the harpy that you are –"
"Santana, where is this going?" Rachel asked as she stood up and laid the sheets of paper on a chair.
"Look, Berry – "
"Rachel" she responded instantly, crossing her arms and jutting a hip out in a pose that said 'I don't know what you want from me, but I know it's not good'
"Rachel! Fine! Whatever. As I was saying, Rachel," Santana began, leaning in towards the other girl, "you're hot." The last two words were whispered right next to Rachel's ear, shivering as she felt Santana's breath form them almost against her skin. The girl being addressed pulled back slightly and just stared, speechless for once, her confusion greater than ever.
"You make me want to pierce my own eardrums sometimes, but the fact is, you're hot. And I just might want on that."
"Excuse me, what?" was the harried and flustered reply, Rachel's voice apparently having found itself again. As she took a step backward, her progress impeded by the first row of chairs. Santana wrapped a warm hand around her upper arm to keep Rachel from toppling over.
"I don't know how to say it any differently, short stuff. Ignoring the fact that I have effectively been conditioned to associate your voice with blinding rage, I'd hit it. And I know plenty of ways to do that, which would keep your mouth otherwise occupied. What do you say?"
"Oh! Uh. Well, Santana, I was planning on going through my period of sexual exploration during my sophomore year at college and –" Rachel was looking down at the hand on her arm the same way she would look at big dogs sometimes, as if she wasn't sure whether it would be friendly lick her or absolutely vicious and bite.
Santana cut off her contemplation with a loud sigh of obvious boredom.
"Listen, Berry. Rachel. I don't want to hear it. Either you're in or you're out. I don't need to wait for you to come around. Believe me, I've got options." Stepping back and bending in such a way that showed off her already well-displayed cleavage, she picked up the last piece of sheet music from under her shoe and handed it to Rachel. With that Santana flicked her hair out of her face, turned, and sashayed towards the door. She paused, resting a hand on doorframe for a moment before turning her head slightly to address Rachel again.
"If you do change your mind, though…call me," she said softly before continuing on her way.
Rachel stared blankly at the other girl, and couldn't help but notice the entrancing way Santana's hips swung as she walked out the door and out of view.
Rachel Berry had a lot to think about.