Hey, this is my first time writing a fanfict, let alone a Pezberry one. Hope there aren't to many grammar mistakes. If so, they're all mine. Enjoy :)

Chapter One
"Ice Cream Cones"

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The ice cream shop was crowded with both kids buying and carrying out ice cream cones. The blissful looks on their faces made Rachel feel anxious to get a cone of her own. She needed something to cool herself down, and what better way than to have a dairy-free vanilla ice cream?

Gingerly getting out of the back seat, Rachel smiled over at her dads as she smoothed out her shorts. Despite the hot trickling sweat that was making it's way down her forehead, Rachel couldn't stop the smile that graced her lips.

As usual, her fathers didn't eat ice cream. Rachel was quite used to this, so she happily took the money from her dads and thanked them both, before turning on her heal and scurrying into the shop.

Immediately Rachel felt the cool air conditioning hit her face and run through her long, brown curls. The air felt so nice and refreshing against her skin that she didn't even notice the tall Latina standing in front of her. Well, not until she ran into her.

"Hey! Watch it!" Santana hissed, turning her head in Rachel's direction. "Oh, it's you."

It was quick, but Rachel saw it; Santana's gaze drop to scan her petite body. Did Santana Lopez actually just check her out?

"Sorry, Santana. I didn't see you there," she apologized.

This oddly made the Latina laugh, "Yeah, sure you didn't Berry. You just wanted to cop a feel."

Rachel gapped over at Santana, her cheeks blushing furiously. "Excuse me? I assure you that was not the reason. I honestly did not see you in front of me," she paused. "I was momentarily distracted," Rachel finished lamely, biting her lip.

"Whatever, Berry," Santana dismissed, waving her hand with nonchalance. "I just wants to get me some ice cream."

The brunette rolled her eye's, ignoring the girls usual bad grammer. Instead, she focused on the ice cream choices that were laid out in front of her. She already knew what she was going to get, but she needed something to distract herself from Santana. The girl always knew how to get under her skin.

"So you're ignoring me now? That's a new side of you," Santana muttered.

Frowning, Rachel raised an eyebrow over at the Latina. "I'm sorry, but what was that again?" she lied.

Santana just smirked, her eyes traveling down Rachel's body again, "Guess I talked to soon. See? You just can't help but talk to me."

Rachel never saw this side of Santana before, the cocky and flirty side. It was strange to say the least. Maybe it was the hot weather that was affecting the Latina's brain, because Rachel knew that the girl would never flirt with her, right? She was Rachel Berry after all.

"On the contrary, it seems like you can't stop talking to me, Santana," she pointed out, turning her attention back to the ice cream. She was trying her hardest not to smile, because it oddly felt good to have Santana flirting with her.

The Latina let out a throaty laugh, "Please, Berry. Why would I talk to a nerd like you?"

"Simple. By opening your mouth," Rachel shot back.

Finally the line started to move, forcing Santana to turn around and move along with it. The Latina was now at the cashier, naming off her order, which was cookie dough. Rachel's eye's sneakily raked down the Latina's body. The said girl wasn't in her usual Cheerios uniform, which was a pleasant surprise, one that made Rachel's breath hitch. Instead, Santana had on a lose gray shirt and torn, faded blue shorts that stopped dangerously short on her thighs. The brunette couldn't help but stare at the girls long, tan legs.

"Crap," Santana grumbled, snapping Rachel out of her daze.

The brunette inched her way closer to the Latina, making sure not to bump into her this time. The frown Santana was wearing puzzled her. That's when Rachel peered over at the cash register, then at the little money Santana had in her hand and realized that the girl was short a couple quarters.

Sighing, Rachel shuffled through her pockets, luckily finding two quarters. "Here," she said, putting the money into Santana's hand.

Looking back at the short brunette with wide eye's, Santana handed the money to the annoyed looking cashier. Picking up her ice cream crone, the Latina gave Rachel a smile. "Thanks Berry. Guess your not that bad after all."

Smiling back, Rachel shrugged, "I was never that bad in the first place."

Santana slowly nodded, her brown eyes sparkling as she took a step closer to the brunette, their faces merely inches apart. Santana then carefully leaned down and kissed the girls cheek. "I think this means we're both even now," she winked, making Rachel turn a deep crimson. "But next time it'll be on the lips."

For once the brunette was left speechless. Her eyes foggy and her mouth slightly ajar, and her face growing hotter by the second. She still couldn't believe what had just happened. How the most popular girl in school had kissed her on the cheek, and had even promised a kiss on the lips. The whole thing was bizarre, but that didn't mean Rachel hadn't enjoyed it. In fact, somewhere deep down she wanted to feel Santana's lips on hers. She could only guess that they were incredibly soft, something she was now craving.

Santana then licked her lips, running a teasing hand down Rachel's bicep. "I'll see you at school, Rachel." With that she dropped her hand and began walking out the ice cream shop.

Wait, did Santana just - "Did you just call me Rachel?" she called back, still obviously in a daze.

The Latina stopped and turned around. She then shrugged, but a genuine smile was still on her face. "Well isn't that your name?" Santana asked as if it were the most obvious answer. She then opened the door and walked out, leaving Rachel very much confused and wanting more.

"Excuse me, miss? But are you going to order?"

Blinking a few times, Rachel looked back at the cashier, she had totally forgotten that she was in line. "Yes, sorry, but my friend just.." she trailed off, glancing at the now closed door, and then back up at the bored looking cashier. "I'd like a dairy-free vanilla ice cream, please."

Rachel had made up her mind. She'd see Santana tomorrow at school and confront her.

Rachel was going to make sure she'd get that kiss.