So, with all the domesticity meme stuff going around on tumblr lately, I decided to take a swing at it but turn it into more of a story than a meme. All of these take place in the same universe. Some of the meme prompts will combine, while some of them will get their own chapters. They're also in no particular order. If you're not sure of what the hell I'm talking about, check my profile. I have them listed so you know what's going on.
So for now, enjoy and review.
Disclaimer: I don't own Glee. If I did, Faberrittana would be canon and the idea of Finchel would be erased from history.
"RACHEL! Get the fuck out of the shower! You've been in there for like 30 minutes and I gotta get to work!" Santana yells through the bathroom door.
"Oh please. You took a shower last night before you went to bed," Rachel yells back.
"Well yeah. Yes I did. But last I checked, right after I took said shower, my beautiful yet randomly horny girlfriend decided that she wanted all up on this so that shower was for nought." At that, the shower stops and Santana breathes a sigh of relief. A few minutes pass before the door opens to reveal a towel clad Rachel with dripping hair and a BIG smile on her face. "What's with the Joker smile, Berry?"
"Did you just say 'for nought'"
"Yes." Rache's smile only grows bigger. "Would you stop that? You're creeping the hell out of me." Rachel expression doesn't change. "Look, just because I tend to cuss like a sailor in the Persian Gulf and have a bad habit of 'speaking ghetto' as you say, doesn't mean that I'm incapable of college level vocabulary. I did go to law school after all." Instead of responding, the singer wraps her arms around the Latina's neck and pulls her down into a slow, passionate kiss that leaves them both panting.
"What was that for?" Santana says, trying to reintroduce her lungs to oxygen.
"You're just so damn sexy when you try to argue something," Rachel says, playing with hairs on the back of her girlfriend's neck.
"Is that why you always sexually molest me after every case I let you come to?" Rachel nods and the Latina mouth curls into her yet to patented smirk. "Good to know."
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"It means that I might have to start making arguments about random shit from now on."
"For the sex?" The Latina leans down and captures the smaller girl's lips in her own.
"So totally for the sex," she whispers, pulling away. "Now get the hell out of my way because I gots a shower to take and there best be hot water left or Imma go,"
" 'All Lima Heights on my ass'?" Rachel asks, rolling her eyes.
"Damn right. And don't you forget it."