IT'S PEZBERRY WEEK AGAIN! Who's excited? This time I plan to do every day because I love writing Pezberry too much to not. Some one shots will appear after the selected day because I have class and stuff to do as but I promise to get through them. And I hope you like them.
So this first one has a bit of Faberry in it as well as Pezberry. So if you enjoy both, lucky you ;) So hope you enjoy and don't forget to review.
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters or songs used. In other words, I own nothing.
Day 1: Inappropriate Flirting
"Rachel, wait up!" the tiny diva stops abruptly in the middle of the hallway at the mention of her name. Instantly a smile spreads across her face. The sound of her girlfriend's voice always does this to her. Before she can turn around, soft arms wrap around her waist and pair of lips grazes the side of her jaw. Even though they're in the middle of the hallway at school (albeit it being after school), Rachel can't help but melt into her girlfriend's embrace. "Hello baby," she says softly, enjoying the peppered kisses along her neck, jaw and cheek.
"Hey yourself, Superstar." Superstar. Rachel's favorite nickname. She turns around in her girlfriend's arms and smiles when she's met with kind hazel eyes. She wraps her arms around the slightly taller girl's neck and gently massages the blonde hair on the back of her neck.
"So, how about that Glee club meeting today?" Quinn asks.
"What? Are you talking about when Santana and Mercedes ganged up on Mr. Schuester and pretty much called him a 'misogynistic pedophile who has an unhealthy obsession with young boys?" Rachel questions, knowing full well what Quinn is referring to.
"Well I believe Santana's exact words were 'creepy ass teen loving misogynist' but close enough." Rachel laughs. If there's one thing Rachel has loved about dating Quinn Fabray for the last month, is her sense of humor. Once she stopped using her sharp, sarcastic wit to tear down at others insecurities, Quinn turned out to be quite a comical girl.
"Yeah well, you know Santana. Once you get her started, there's no stopping her."
"Yup. Once you awaken Snix, only God and possibly a wooden stake can silence it."
"Quinn Fabray!" Rachel swats at her girlfriend's arm playfully.
"What?" Quinn laughs. "Don't act like you're not 98% sure that Santana's not fully human."
"She may have rage issues but I wouldn't say that she's demonic."
"Sure, sure."
"Lucy Quinn Fabray, don't mock me," Rachel chastises but the slight smile on her face lets Quinn know that she's not truly in trouble.
"Yes dear," she says, playfully giving in. Some battles aren't worth fighting. Not when she can be kissing. Which she does.
"Q, STOP MAKING OUT WITH BERRY AND GET THE STEPPIN'!" Quinn groans and pulls away.
"Speak of the devil," she whispers against Rachel's mouth.
"Maybe if we ignore her, she'll go away," Rachel suggests leaning in for another kiss. Quinn shakes her head.
"Not likely. She once stood in front of Breadstix for 2 hours until they opened up at 4 am because she had a craving at 2 in the morning."
"Very true."
"Come on Berry. We gots a William Schuester special weeklong assignment we needs to be working on."
"I better go," Rachel says sighing.
"Call me later?" Quinn asks pulling away completely so Rachel is free standing in the hallway again.
"Always," she says tenderly.
"Okay. Bye Superstar." Quinn pecks her lips quickly. "Later bitch," she says to the Cheerio at the end of the hallway.
"Bye Lucy," Santana yells back. Quinn chuckles before heading down the hallway and out of the school.
Looking down the hall, Rachel sees the bane of her existence standing with her arms across her chest and obnoxiously tapping her foot on the ground. Okay, maybe not the bane of her existence. Over the years, she's actually grown quite fond of the Cheerio, as a matter of fact. But the more time they spend together; the more Rachel can't stand some of her less desirable attributes. So instead of the bane of her existence, the Cheerio's more like the hangnail to her finger. The thorn to her side. The period to her beach party. The zit to her face. The curfew to her prom night. In other words: Santana Lopez.
Why did Mr. Schue have to assign the two of them to be duet partners for the collaboration assignment? They couldn't be more different. She's Broadway, Barbra and old school classics. Santana's alternative, rap and Top 40. How on earth will they reach a compromise is beyond her.
Looking at her phone, Rachel sets her alarm for 6 o'clock. She has voice lessons at 7 so that gives her and Santana about two hours to select songs, argue about said song selections, reach some sort of forced compromise and if she's lucky, start rehearsing. Let the countdown begin.
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"So have you started thinking about song selections? Because I have few ideas already," Rachel says as she enters the choir room with Santana right behind her.
"Has anyone ever told you that you have a great ass?" Rachel freezes. What the hell?
"Um, what?" she says still facing away from the Cheerio, too afraid to turn around.
"I said, has anyone ever told you that you have a great ass," Santana repeats entering the room. This time Rachel turns around and considering it takes the Cheerio a few seconds to lift her eyes to meet Rachel's, she was indeed leering.
"Excuse me, what?" Rachel is seriously confused right now. One second, Santana is yelling at her. The next, she's just nonchalantly commenting on her butt.
"I don't know. You were walking with that short skirt on all day and your ass looked all cute and shit so I just had to comment." Santana admits like it's the most obvious thing in the world. Starting to feel a bit uncomfortable under the Cheerio's intense almost blackened gaze, Rachel makes her way to the side of the piano where she sets down her bag, sheet music and musical notebook.
"Okay. I'm just going to ignore all of that and go back to my original question," she says trying to move past the last couple minutes as fast as possible.
"Qué pregunta hermosa?" Santana asks and Rachel nearly knocks some of her papers on the floor. Something about the way Santana says the simplest thing in Spanish, makes her legs go weak. In an attempt to refocus, she repeats the mantra that she always says in her head when she meets an attractive girl and she gets distracted. "Quinn is my girlfriend and music is my life. Quinn is my girlfriend and music is my life," she says under her breath.
"Talking to yourself there, Berry?"
"Holy cra-" When did she get right next to the piano? Clenching her unnaturally fast beating heart, Rachel tries to level her breathing. "You sure do move fast," she says between gasps.
"Usually," Santana says, picking up the pieces of sheet music and slowly goes through it. "But sometimes," she lines the pages up, gently tapping the pile on the piano to make the pile as neat as possible before setting it back down. "I like to go slow." She takes a step closer to the diva who takes a step backwards. "Very." Step forward. Step backwards. "Very." Step forward. Step backwards. "Very slowly." A step forwards and a step backwards. Rachel turns her back to the piano and Santana takes the opportunity to stand in front of her. Face to face. With very little space between her back and the piano.
"S-S-Santana," Rachel squeezes out with a labored breath.
"Yes?" The Cheerio answers, licking her pout lip, which it takes another recitation of the mantra for Rachel to take her eyes off of them.
"Our assignment."
"What about it?"
"We need a song."
"I have a few ideas." Back in business.
"Okay, great. Just let me get my notebook and we can just,-" Rachel reaches for her notebook next to her sheet music but is stopped when Santana grabs her by the wrist and pins it (and Rachel) to the piano. Either it's the way she's slammed up against the hard, black metal or the way that Santana is only inches from being pressed completely against her body, has Rachel breathless. "Don't bother," Santana says much too close to Rachel's face. So close she can smell her lip gloss. Cinnamin. "I've got it memorized. Wannna know?" Still struggling to breath (and think properly for that matter), Rachel just looks her duet partner in the eyes and nods. "How about 'Wet the bed' by Chris Brown and Ludacris?" Rachel sighs and rolls her eyes. Of course she would say something like that.
"As interesting as that duet is, I don't think that either of us is prepared to rap. Besides, it's very inappropriate," she comments.
"Killjoy. How about 'Turn me on' by David Guetta and Nicki Minaj?"
"Still rapping. And David Guetta doesn't even sing in that. How can we make it into a duet?"
"Picky. Picky Berry. Okay, how about 'Unpredictable' by Jamie Foxx and Ludacris?" Rachel groans.
"God Santana, what is with you and rapping today?" Santana just shrugs. "And when are you going let me go?" Rachel shifts awkwardly under Santana's hold. Her grip is stead fast. No escape.
"You'll be free to go when we pick a song. Besides, I like you like this." Rachel blushes again. This session is not going the way she had planned. "So how about Usher's 'Scream'?" Santana suggests.
"That's not even a collaboration song."
"Fine." The Cheerio stops and goes silent. She looks off somewhere in the room and Rachel can only assume that she's thinking. "Okay. How about one I just came up with?" she suggests with a smirk.
"Santana be serious. This assignment is about the collaborative efforts of musical artists past and present."
"But this isn't for the assignment."
"But we need a song for the assignment."
"Will you just shut the hell up and listen to my Pezberry music mashup mix."
"Your what?" Rachel asks. Santana grins devilishly.
"My Pezberry. Music. Mashup. Mix." Rachel raises an eyebrow. "God woman. Just listen." And Santana starts to sing.
Girl get comfortable
We bout to do something you never done before
Baby not the usual
Tonight we getting unpredictable
Because you turn me on
Turn me on
I got a drink in my hand
But I'm wasted
Getting drunk off the thought of you naked
And the sound of your body drip, drip
As I kiss both sets of li-
Santana is stopped abruptly when a small hand covers her mouth. "Okay, okay. That's enough," Rachel says chuckling. Santana laughs against the diva's hand before kissing it softly. At the feeling of the Cheeio's lips on the palm of her hand, Rachel slowly takes her hand away and puts it back at her side.
"So," Santana leans dangerously close to Rachel's lips, "do you like my mashup mix?" she husks before placing a lingering kiss on the tiny diva's cheek.
"It h-has m-m-much to be d-desired," Rachel stutters and mentally berates herself for letting Santana get so close to her. For being so weak. And enjoying it.
"Funny thing. Desire. It's like no matter how much you try to deny it. Fight it. Bury it under a shitload of insults and slushies, you can't overcome that desire. That hunger. Eventually everybody breaks down. Eventually we all give in." she pauses and takes a deep breath. "Even me." Santana leans in again but this time, she kisses Rachel's forehead. Her cheek. Her other cheek. Her nose. She lingers at her nose. The entire time, Rachel stands very still and lets Santana roam her face with her lips. It feels so good. Almost too good. But just as the Cheerio takes aim on the diva's plump lip gloss covered lips, Rachel snaps out of her lust filled daze and says one word that shatters the entire moment.
"Quinn."
"What'd you say?" Santana says jerking back, accidently freeing Rachel's hand (and body) from the piano. Rachel takes this opportunity to push past the Cheerio and starts to gather her things.
"I said Quinn. As in my girlfriend. And your bestfriend. Remember her?"
"Of course I do. And does it look like I care?"
"I have to go," Rachel tosses her sheet music and notebook into her and scurries towards the door.
"But we haven't picked a song yet."
"I'll think about something at home and then I'll call you. But right now. I have to go." Swinging her bag over her shoulder, Rachel all but sprints out of the choir room nad out of the school. She doesn't stop running until she gets to her red Prius in the parking lot. Leaning her back against the driver's side door, she takes a few deep breaths to try to settle her nerves nad calm her breathing. Once she's certain her heart isn't going to palpitate, Rachel looks back at the front door of Mckinley High School and groans.
"What the hell just happened?"
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