"Well.. This is a surprise."
"Is it? Is it really?" she demanded storming past the door. "Because I think you knew exactly what would happen, when…"
"What can I do for you? Or did you drive halfway across Manhattan on a whim"
"You know why I'm here."
"Do I?"
"You do." she said fiercely vanishing the space between them. "I hate that I played right into your hands." she whispered her lips an inch from the ones that she'd been dreaming about for the last ten months, two weeks, and 4 days. The day that she had walked out of their shared apartment.
"You never did like my hands." the tiny brunette whispered.
"Because their manipulative, and deceptive."
"Says McKinley's former head HBIC."
"I was a kid then, we're too old to play mind games now." she licked at her own bottom lip. "I hate you."
"Now who's playing mind games?" there was that fucking knowing smirk that pulled on the little diva's lips.
"Shut up." the Latina demanded crowding the diva against the entryways wall.
"Make me." she countered defiantly.
"Gladly." Santana fused their lips together, fisting her fingers into Rachel's hair, desperate to make up for the lost time. The kiss was everything, it was consuming, passionate, sweet, emotional. It brought them to the forefront of the mysterious days known as the beginning of PezBerry
"You're not marrying him." the Latina demanded when she finally came up for air.
"You can't tell me what to do anyone, you lost that right." Rachel pulled out of her arms and opened the door.
In a rage Santana slammed the door shut and held Rachel against it. "We'll just see about that."
So this just came to me out of nowhere! I swear I was trying to write a outline for this prompt that I got about a cross over and this popped out of nowhere….I knew I had to writ it down before it drove me nuts.
My question is…should I leave it here…like a one shot? Or expand on this and let the story evolve …let me know what you think…
Thanks
~Taylor~
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