IPod Challenge
1. Pick a character, pairing, or fandom you like
2. Turn on your music player and put it on random/shuffle.
3. Write a drabble related to each song that plays. You only have the time frame of the song to finish the drabble; you start when the song starts, and stop when it's over. No lingering afterward!
4. Do ten of these and then post.

A/N: I don't own Glee nor the characters within, as well as none of the songs mentioned. Yes, I did one of these, Pezberry to boot. And damn, it was hard. Some worked well, some seem weird, and at least one or two end very randomly. You can also see me getting into the swing of things, which I personally find interesting. Still, it was fun. *grins*

Britney Spears: Overprotected (The Darkchild Remix) (Radio Edit)

Rachel knew exactly who she was. She wasn't perfect, but she had no qualms about working on herself until she'd realized her flaws, pulled them out one by one, and taken steps to change them. However, even if that was so, Rachel also felt that no one understood her. No one in Glee club seemed to even want to attempt it – and not even Finn, who was supposed to love her.

But lately, dark eyes had been studying her. Taking her in and deconstructing her.

Morcheeba: Love Sweet Love
They were at a dance club, sweaty bodies and a heady mix of perfume. Santana was wearing a slinky number that accentuated the intoxicating lines of her body, and Rachel couldn't keep her hands off of her. Dressed in a daring top she never would have tried on years before, she thrilled when it afforded Santana the chance to run her fingers over her skin.

Santana smiled down at her, grabbing her hips and pulling her in. "Are you having fun?" she breathed into Rachel's ear, having to kiss her skin to be heard over the pounding music.

"Yes," Rachel swallowed, sliding a hand behind Santana's head to keep her down. Their kiss was wet, the tastes of their mouths combining with the sweetness of whatever alcohol they had been drinking. Rachel didn't know what it was. But she liked it.

Fall Out Boy: Sugar, We're Goin' Down (Patrick Stump Remix)

Santana's eyes were smoky as she danced around Rachel. Moving her body in an answering motion, Rachel couldn't help but study the girl who had made her life a living hell for the past four years. She could still see that subhuman persona when she looked at the girl, but something had definitely changed.

She didn't know if that was because Glee club had given Santana something she had been missing. It was the best part of her day, wasn't it? But what did that mean?

Full lips parted, and Santana smoothly started singing her part of the duet she and Rachel had been forced into. Again, Rachel couldn't put her finger on what it was, exactly, that the girl's voice made her feel.

She could be either light or dark, high or low, changing her voice at will. But… Did that say something about the girl herself?

Rachel smiled. She had figured it out. Santana really was two different people in one.

Mario Lopez: Angel's Eyes (Radio Cut)

Santana chewed on the end of her pencil. She knew it was probably bad for her teeth, but she didn't really give a damn. She had that killer insurance, remember? And 'sides, anesthesia was a good thing.

Sighing, she grabbed her iPod and put the earbuds into her ears. Turning up the volume, she went back to studying the girl across from her. She didn't know what had made her search out Rachel and ask her for help with Math, but against popular belief, Santana did want a good GPA.

Randomly, techno music with a soothing female voice swelled out, and she found herself humming along. It was something to do as she waited for Rachel to get done checking her work.

Rachel looked up and smiled at her, then narrowed her eyes and grabbed the pencil from Santana's mouth, making Santana yelp.

AKB48: Kagami no Naka no Jean Da Arc

Excitement thrummed through Santana's body. Clenching her fists, she put them in front of her body and tensed, waiting. When her opponent made no move, she curled her lips into a sardonic smirk. "What, you gonna do nothin'?" she drawled, bouncing a little on her feet.

The boy studied her, lines on his forehead the only sign he'd actually heard what she'd taunted. Finally, he crouched a little, waited a beat, then ran forward with a yell.

Finally! Santana blocked his first punch and kicked him in the side of the leg as she spun away. Maybe she was going to get some action in Puck's fighting club after all. She needed something to get her mind off the fucking crap she'd done to her relationship.

Beginning to sweat a bit, she blocked another punch with her shoulder, wincing a little as it stung more than she expected.

Thelma Aoyama: Nando Mo

Santana could be sweet when she wanted to be. Though she'd had expectations that there was more to the cheerleader when they'd started dating, Rachel was mature enough to admit that her girlfriend continually surprised her.

For their one month anniversary, Santana had taken Rachel to the small neighborhood ice cream shop, making a big show of pointing out the dairy-free ice cream she'd called ahead to make sure they had. Laughing at her silly antics, Rachel had slipped her hand into Santana's, pressing against her. Coughing, the taller girl just smiled back, then dared Rachel that she couldn't eat a whole large cup all by herself. Of course, Rachel couldn't back down from the dare.

Though it hadn't been entirely comfortable, the resulting stomachache did make it so Santana rubbed her belly for an hour after, and that was definitely nice.

S.H.E.: Super Star

Whenever Rachel was depressed, she locked herself into her room and blasted her music as loud as it could go. Loud enough that even if the room was soundproofed, her fathers knew what was going on because they could feel the vibrations.

Whenever Santana was depressed, she made her way to Brittany's house. Sometimes they made out, sometimes they pigged out. Depending on the level of depression Santana felt, the activities changed.

But after Santana and Rachel started going out, both girls found that their old rituals weren't as satisfying as they had been. Loud music only hurt Rachel's ears but didn't mask the sound of her tears anymore. And though comfort food was always welcome, Santana couldn't touch Brittany anymore; it was a good thing Brittany understood that, because that would have just made things worse if she hadn't.

DJ Gollum Feat. Felixx: Fairytale Gone Bad (Empyre One vs. Petersen Edit)

This was the end. They both knew it. They'd gotten to the point where they didn't fit anymore. They'd always had some trouble meshing together, due to their differing personalities, but they'd loved each other enough to make it work.

But, two years later, the fairytale had gone bad.

Santana still made Rachel shiver, could still break her apart whenever she let herself go. But it wasn't enough.

Rachel still made Santana's blood rush, her heart constrict in her chest whenever she smiled that certain smile. But it wasn't enough.

They didn't know exactly when it had started, the end. But it had.

Hugh Grant: Love Autopsy (It's 40 seconds long! God help me.)

Rachel broke her apart. Reanimated her.

Santana wrenched Rachel apart. Blew life into her.

They worked for each other. Somehow.

Utada Hikaru: Letters

No one really believed it when the rumors started. Maybe it was because no one could pin down who had started them in the first place, and neither Rachel nor Santana even bothered addressing the rumor directly.

Sure, they'd gotten closer after Rachel and Brittany had bonded in the dance class they both took, but this was Rachel and Santana. It was more likely for Rachel and Brittany to date before that ever happened. Goodness knows Santana and Brittany were already close enough.

But that started the rumors that Rachel and Brittany and Santana were in a relationship all together, at once. Somehow that seemed to be more believable than just the two brunettes. Privately, Rachel had to laugh about that, but she'd never give people the chance to hear her opinion. Brittany just shrugged it off, smiling, while Santana raised an eyebrow and slushied the person asking.

Finally, the rumors died down enough to where it wasn't strange to see the three hanging out. Life moved on.

Of course, when the three of them were discovered in the janitor's closet together, that was when all hell broke loose again.