A/N: I do not own Glee nor the characters within. I have been on an angst kick lately, it seems. Anyway, here's a little Pezberry angsty fluff for you.
Santana's nose was strong, her lips plump. The lines of her cheekbones led up to her eyes, and Rachel could feel her long eyelashes flutter against her palms. A slide of wetness, and Rachel paused. "Santana?" she asked, "Are you crying?"
Warm fingers came up to catch her wrists, pulling Rachel's hands down to either side of Santana's neck. "Will you… Will you remember what I look like?" Santana whispered, voice thick and ashamed, her throat vibrating in Rachel's grip.
Feeling the prick of her own tears at the back of her eyes, Rachel pulled Santana in, tucking her head into the crook of her neck. "I'll never forget what you look like," she whispered softly against dark hair, believing it, "The day you asked me out, looking so fierce yet unsure. The day you first kissed me, wonder sliding across your face before you tried to hide it behind your 'bad-ass' persona. The day at the beach when you jumped out of the way of a little kid on a scooter and ended up falling off the boardwalk, ruining your clothes and wallet and phone – everything. Do you remember that?"
"How could I not? Damn kid." Santana grumbled faintly, then pressed a soft kiss against Rachel's skin. "I remember you helped pull me out, babbling in panic and running your hands all over my body to make sure that I hadn't hurt myself somehow. I may have been mad at the kid, but your kiss made it all better."
Rachel smiled, moving back to place a slightly clumsy kiss against the corner of Santana's lips, Santana smoothly shifting her head to fix the angle. They kissed softly, melting into the familiarity. Pulling back, Rachel disappeared into her memory again, "You know, I remember how awful the taste of the seawater was on your lips, but I didn't care because you were okay."
"Yeah, I was okay." Santana's voice was soft again, her hand coming up to stroke Rachel's cheek, brushing hair behind her ear. "Rachel," she murmured, pausing, and Rachel could feel her warm breath close to her mouth, making her shiver, "We'll… You'll be okay, right?"
Rachel knew the question meant more than it sounded, as well as Santana hated herself for asking it. "Yeah," she said quietly, feeling Santana's arms tighten around her, the sobs Santana couldn't hold back anymore drumming against her chest, "As long as I can feel you, I'll be okay."