A/N - I haven't stopped thinking about 'Wanted You More' or 'Break Even' I just have a little bit of writers block and I'm hoping this will help break it.
DISCLAIMER: I do not own GLEE.
Football Players:
Rachel is cleaning her apartment when she sees on the TV that Noah Puckerman has just been drafted into the NFL, and she can't help but be proud. She's always known he was going to do something amazing, and he's definitely proving her right.
She thinks about it for the next week, and she just becomes more and more proud, she can't stop her mind from wondering where he's going to be playing. Honestly, she heard his name and she stopped listening to anything else; but she's hoping that it's in New York.
She's sitting in a little coffee shop about a block from her apartment when she feels her phone vibrate in her pocket, and smiles when she sees who it's from. Of course he makes her blush and glance around to make sure nobody else saw it, her smile still firmly in place.
When Santana slides into the chair across from her Rachel's grin grows, and she leans closer, "hey, San?"
Raising an eyebrow at the tiny singer Santana leans in as well, "what's goin' on Berry Babe?"
"All I'm saying is that my epic blow jobs have made grown professional football players cry in ecstasy," at this point Rachel is cackling, and Santana's eyebrows have just about hit her hair line.
"What are you talking about, Rach?" Santana manages to laugh out.
Rachel isn't put off at all as she pulls out her phone to show Santana the text message, 'Hey, Berry. I know how much you like making me moan your name with that mouth of yours. Now that I'm gonna be living in the city let's make that a regular thing, k?'
Santana leans back, seemingly in deep contemplation, "so Puckerman just basically asked you out and informed you that you guys would be sexing regularly?"
Rachel nods, "yes, it would seem so. He gets here the day after tomorrow."
She finds herself fiddling nervously with her clothes as she waits by the arrivals gate. What is she supposed to do when he gets there? Hug him? Kiss him? Shake his hand? She doesn't have time to worry, and the decision is made for her when he pushes people out of the way, takes her face in his hands and plants one on her, murmuring a 'hi, Baby' against her lips.
Later that night when they're curled up in her bed, after she made him moan her name and he made her moan his, he let's out a deep chuckle, "I'm glad you agreed to go out with me, Rach; I don't think I ever wanna share you or that mouth of yours with anyone else." She grins up at him, and lays her head back on his chest. She doesn't want to share him with anyone else either.
Football Players.
A/N - This was written based on a TFLN.
(281): All I'm saying is that my epic blow jobs have made grown professional football players cry in ecstasy.
Hope you enjoyed this short little baby!
- Katie.