Hi there! This here is my growing written collection of Pezberry. I have several one-shots to put up, and please let me know if you would like them to become multi-chapter. Enjoy!

I do not own Glee.

Chapter 1: Not my hair!

"Rachel! Stop moving." Santana growled, pouncing over the bed towards the smaller girl. Her arms streatched out in hopes of catching her.

"No, Santana. I will not." Rachel huffed back at her, looking for an escape. "You are not touching my hair." She bolted around the latina's arms, heading straight for her bathroom. Santana hot on her heels.

"San! Stop!" She yelled, throwing the door shut in the older woman's face. A soft click! reaching her ears.

"Come on Rach." She tapped her slender fingers against the door. "I'm not going to butcher you." She said, leaning on the door frame.

"Once again, NO. I am not letting you cut my hair and that..is..final!" Came her muffled voice through the door. Santana smiled and before she knew it, she blurted out.

"I'll be your slave, Rach. I swear, I will do anything you want, please?" Santana begged in a voice un-like her own. Shit! She thought. Am I really begging this girl? Quinn and Britt are right. I'm whipped. How did this happen?

"Really?" The voice, jerking her away from her thoughts, came through the small crack in the door. All Santana could see, was one chocolate brown eye. Rachel cleared her throat. "Really San? Anything I want?" Santana swallowed deeply. I'm Screwed!

"Yeah, anything you want." She whispered, placing her hand on the door. "Can I come in?" Rachel nodded, pulling the door open.

Santana walked inside and surveyed the smaller girl. She was standing in the middle of her bathroom, eyes glued to the floor. She was about t say something when Rachel spoke.

"Well..if you will do anything." She spoke directly to her feet. "Then I guess you can cut my hair." She finished, looking Santana straight in the eyes.


Ah, one down, many to go. Let me know what you think. And yes all of them are about this length.