Writer's Block

Disclaimer: I don't own Glee or Frappuccinos LOL

Author's Note: So this is a fic I write when I have writer's block. Hence the clever name. I've recently become a Glee Fan, so I thought I'd change the names and post it as a fic! Santana and Rachel's characters are very different, but alike in a lot of ways. It's an AU Pezberry story! I love Pezberry stories. I love their personality dynamic, so naturally I'd decided to use my favorite characters.

I hope you guys enjoy!

Also, tell me what you'd like to see the character's do or say. You never know, I may add it in!

Please Review! ~BEV

Suggested Song to listen to while reading: Drug Dealer Girl by Mike Posner

Sitting alone at the coffee shop drinking my Frappuccino. Yes, I still drink Frappuccinos. It's a typical Tuesday afternoon, cars bustling trying to get back to work. It looks like the Tanner gallery is getting a new collection. Sam is sitting in his normal spot. Drinking what I'm guessing is the usual: Two shots of Hazelnut, Milk and a dash of Chili Powder. Yuck, I know. Tried it once, and damn there spit out my colon. Not a good day for me. For the rest of the day I could smell the perspiration in the air, and let me tell you, being in the city where 85% of the inhabitants either walk or ride bikes, so not a good day for me and my super nose.

Anyway, so as usual the shop is starting to die down after the lunch rush. I love this time of day. Everyone's in their own little world, and they can't see past the espresso in front of them. Ah Corporate America. Got to love them. Hey, they pay the bills, and I'm grateful for them. I'm sure as hell not making any money as a writer so this little coffee shop is my home and savior.

Ah Tony, right on time. He comes in everyday at the same time. He always seems to miss the rush, but I never understand why he comes. He's the only customer I'll actually make a drink for myself. He always orders a tall milk. That's right, Milk. I asked him once why he comes in for something he could get at any corner store, and he said because I make the best he's every had and he loves to see my smile. The Charmer. Well I told him it's just milk, and maybe his wife would smile more often for him if he stopped sweet talking every woman he sees. He says it's just me. Yeah right. I bet he tells that to all the girls. The Charmer.

Well now I know the Tanner Gallery is getting a new collection. The artist, I'm assuming, is yelling at the movers about nearly dropping a large piece. *chuckles to self* I'll have to ask Puck who he is. Funny… Puck always tells me when a new show is coming. I wonder what the big secret is. Maybe it's someone really famous.

I think I'll bring over a few cups for the movers and Puck, and maybe snoop around a little.

Walking through the door someone says

?:"Umm this is a private set."

She had the most beautiful eyes I had ever seen. They danced with mischief and brighten with determination, with just a hint of innocence. I'd never seen such intensity. I felt myself breathe slowly as she approached me. Slightly mesmerized, I tried to quickly make my exit. Puck hated to upset his artist. It was partly why his gallery was so upscale. Calmly I replied.

Santana: "Oh, I had no idea. I'll just set these down and be on my way."

Setting the tray on a table, I quickly turned around only to be met by those same eyes. Only they were a bit curious and a tad confused. Wow, they are really expressive. They? I'm saying that like they are a separate entity. Oh, she's speaking. Pay attention!

Santana: "I'm sorry, what did you say?"

?: "I said we didn't order these."

She said pointing to the spread I had just laid out.

Santana: "Oh, I know. I own the coffee shop across the street, and I thought I'd..."

She cut me off quickly.

?: "You thought you'd get to meet a famous artist, and hopefully they'd come by your shop or promote your shop or even donate to your shop. Am I right?"

She said in a slightly annoyed tone. I'm still kind of mesmerized by her eyes that are now seemingly sparkling with more intensity and her slightly put off demeanor. So I say, as nicely as possible after being accused of giving only to gain in return.

Santana: "Actually no. Like I was saying, I own the coffee shop across the street, and saw the crew getting bitched out by the so called "famous" artist; and I thought I'd come over and provide drinks for them when they were done. I thought that would be a little rewarding seeing how people don't appreciate things anymore, and they only do what will help them gain in the end, right?"

?: "Listen, I didn't mean..."

She looks apologetic. I stop her right there.

Santana: "No, don't worry about it. It happens all the time. I hope you guys enjoy, and if you can, tell the artist to appreciate the help he's getting. Money can't buy everything, and a thank you is free."

And with that I make my exit with her looking slightly remorseful, but she quickly turns and busies herself. Right then Puck decides to grace us with his presence.

Puck: "Santana, hey. What are you doing here? Are you trying to sneak coffee in here?"

Santana: "Puck. *chuckles* You caught me. I figured your workers could use it since you're such a slave driver."

Puck: *laughs* "Yeah paying them $25 an hour is criminal. They should lock me away."

He pauses and gestures to the unnamed lady from earlier, to which I can only believe was listening to our exchange because of the soft look she was now giving us. I never knew eyes could be so communicative. Try watching her read a book. She'd give away the ending.

Puck: "Have you met Carmel?"

He points in the direction of the impudent eye sultress.

Santana: "We've been acquainted yes, but never properly met. Santana."

I extend my hand and smiling politely, hoping her alter ego 'presumptuous' doesn't rear her head.

Rachel: "Rachel."

She shakes my hand just as politely. I look between she and Puck confused.

P: "Sorry, I like to call her Carmel because she looks so sweet."

I have to admit even on a bad day she seems drool worthy. Especially those eyes. Maybe if she had less attitude, and actually smiled she'd be sweet.

R: "Which I thought we agreed you would either A) stop calling me that or B) not in front of people."

Awe how cute, she almost looks uncomfortable. Almost. Her eyes are glowing again. I think that's a sign she's not happy, and even still it's mesmerizing. I should stop staring.

P: "Awe please, Santana's not people. Are you Samaritan? You're family."

He pulls me into a tight hug ruffling my hair. He's obviously very comfortable with Carm- I mean Rachel. He He. It slipped.

Santana: "Ok, on that note. I'll bid you a due, besides the shop is probably burning down. I've been gone for at least 3 mins. *Smiles* Puck, I'll see you another time. Rachel, a pleasure."

I turn to leave and Puck says the very thing I was trying to avoid.

P: "Hey San, why don't you come by later? The gallery should be up and running by then and now that you know the artist. She can show you around."

He looks to Rachel now known as 'the artist' and then back to me for confirmation. I can only look in wonder as the new information sinks in. SHE IS THE ARTIST. Note to self: The next time my mouth wants to have a party, make sure my brain is in on it and it knows all of the facts. She looks about as surprised as I am for a split second before she regains her composure and looks slightly annoyed.

S: "Umm... I can't."

I desperately look for an excuse. I can't be left alone with this woman. She might rip my head off, or worse; I might actually say the things I'm thinking. I'm such a mental/verbal klutz. I can't be trusted alone with a woman with such telling eyes. My weakness.

S: "I'm closing the shop tonight, so It'll probably be late and you know... late."

Brilliant Santana! Now I know why I'm not a successful writer. Hell, I can't even talk!

P: "Santana the shop closes at 7, and your inventory takes you 35 mins. We'll just be getting done. I know you love art and come on. It's a chance to be the first to see the collection besides the crew, and well Carmel…"

P: "Ow! What?"

She slaps him on the arm, and points her finger warning him.

P: "What do you say?"

I look hesitant.

R: "What is it? Is my work not good enough for you? I've never had anyone be begged to see my work."

She says in a snippy tone. Hello Ice Queen. I smirk.

S: "I'll be here at 8…"

Looking toward the Ice Queen.

S: "With bells on."

I smile and make my way back to my little piece of heaven.

Thoughts? Concerns? Bellyaches?

Don't forget to review loves! ~BEV