AN: Okay so it's clearly Pezberry if you haven't guessed. The reason this chapter is so long is because I added so many texting sessions between San and Rach so you readers could see how they care about each other.
Another note...when I thought of this story, I only had a picture in mind. Rachel sitting with a small girl on her lap and watching Santana sing. So yes this is a peen fic...but honestly it won't really be used. It'll be mentioned so all you people who are worried, fear not. No scenes shall involve the dreaded Were!Peen! I just needed a prompt so I could pull off my idea :) Again, it'll only be mentioned. Never actually used in this story actively in a smut chapter.
DISCLAIM: I don't own Glee, obviously. If I did...I wouldn't have a total cast change for a new season. And be warned of total OOCness from mostly Santana.
I'm not a machine...I do make typing errors. Quite a bit actually.
I close my door behind me quietly, just making it in time for curfew. I look up to see the male version of myself staring at me with wide eyes. "…Sean,"
"Rachel." He responds quickly. "You were,"
"It's not,"
"I think it is." He chuckles humorlessly, and out of pure disbelief. "You've got to be joking…how long?"
"…A year." I mumble guiltily.
"Oh my…oh my God. Wow." He huffs and rubs his chin. "Okay…fine…just be careful though Rach. Seriously."
"I know. We are."
He gives me a curious look. "You're not…," he raises a brow.
"No! No, we're not ready yet. Or I'm not."
"Good. I'm not above kicking her ass if she treats you wrong."
I roll my eyes, walking by him to the kitchen. "You're being melodramatic, as usual."
"I'm melodramatic? I am?" He asks incuriously.
"Yes. You are." I pull water from the fridge and untwist the top.
"Please, you the queen of melodrama!"
"I'm going to ignore your ridicules and defend her from your first possibly offensive comment." I smile at him, sipping my water. "She's actually very sweet and caring once you get to know her. Of course we have to keep up appearances at school, but she'd never let anybody hurt me."
He shouts and smacks his hands down on the island marble top.
"You're dating Santana fucking Lopez!" He grunts with wide identical eyes. "You have been for over a year!"
"Yes, I'm very aware of my social life and what goes on inside of it. It is my life." I grin at his obvious frustration with the situation.
He shouts again before leaving. "Ahh!" Throwing his hands up as he goes.
"Melodramatic!" I call after him teasingly.
"Ahh!"
I suppose some background is needed here.
Yes, since freshman year I've been dating Santana Lopez. Before my brother found out only Martinez knew about us. He's my favorite person besides my brother.
Of course Santana too, but that's in a whole different way.
At the start of our freshman year…the cheerleader and I were indifferent towards each other. It simply happened where we met by total accident somewhere outside of school…and it happened again and again…only the fourth time it wasn't an accident. And all the times after weren't an accident.
It wasn't official until the fall. We'd kissed a few times but she said she just wanted to know what it felt like. I didn't buy it.
It was on Halloween, which just happened to fall on a weekend that year. It was early morning and only a little chilly.
She took me out to a small secluded park (I know it sounds like a murder waiting to happen), but she told me she really liked me. And I told her I felt the same. And she asked me to be her girlfriend, or as she said,
"Go steady with me?"
In a big jumbled sentence.
We've been officially 'secretly' dating for months now. Although I think we were dating before it was official.
She'd deny it, but I know better.
Sean still can't get over it when we walk through the parking lot the next morning. I was still trying to act like I was into Finn.
Which is really hard…because he was really stupid. And that sounds mean but it's so true.
"Mr. Shue!" I call, seeing him as he passes. "I went to the library and got some songs that have me heavily on lead vocals." I knew my talent, and I knew where I wanted to be…half these kids don't even know what a leader really means. Or what talent was for that matter.
"Whatever she says." Sean drones soundlessly as he flips on his music.
He keeps in step with me as I talk to Mr. Shue, my brother thinks that he's just trying to live through us students because we have so many more options than he does, and this is his way of recapturing his youth. By making us sing songs only he seems to get.
"Here, lemme help you." Finn nudges Sean aside who shoves him back, hard, before stalking off and shouting insults over his shoulder.
"You shouldn't do things like that to Sean Finn. He takes it seriously." To seriously sometimes.
"Sorry. He'll be cool with it after he calms down." He didn't sound sure, but he reaches and takes my rolling bag for me.
"Thank you." He must really think I like him. It just shows how good I am at acting.
I meet Santana halfway through the hall; Quinn is waiting at her locker to meet with her.
"I could carry your bag yunno." She states quietly, we never want to be over heard.
I smirk. "You're jealous."
She glares at me. "As if ever. I was just sayin'…whatever you know what I meant." She hisses at me. I take a half step ahead and try and hide my smile as I pass Quinn.
This has been a ritual for a while now, my way of walking San to her first class. She does the same thing before last block classes.
Quinn is hissing something at her; all I hear is Santana scoff.
"Yeah right. He's to fucking stupid to realize anything like that."
We pass Mr. Shue and Ms. Pillsbury. They should really stop flirting and just talk about their feelings. They're just making it awkward for themselves.
I smirked when I hear Santana snip at them as she passes. "Get a room, God. Your tension is almost pathetic."
Quinn was very demanding…and very rude most of the time.
Santana drops me off at my class, making it seem like she's just passing by, and she gives me a wink and air kisses before she turns around the corner with Quinn. Who glances back at me with a very strange look, but I brush it off.
Join Glee?
Y?
Because you should care about what I'm active in.
Nobody does more thn I do, bt thts social suicide babe.
Santana?
?
Please?
…I'll c wat I cn do.
Thank you Sanny.
:3
:3
I text Santana while standing at my open locker. I'm only half aware of the conversation behind me with Quinn and Finn.
She a total bitch ain't she?
I smile.
You know she is San.
True shit.
Lol
Dinner?
Are you asking or just letting me think I can say no?
Kinda both.
Sure.
Kewl! We's be goin to Breadstix then baby.
Lol you're adorable sometimes.
Mm, I try n go 4 totally bangin bod, nt adorable.
I grin, turning my head in a half shake.
That too.
:3
:3
I slip my cell into my bag to hear Quinn hiss at me, "Eavesdrop much?" What?
I turn and she takes two steps to close the space between us. "Time for a little chat, a girl talk…if you know what that means, Man-hands."
I look at my hands…Santana says I have artist fingers, slender.
'Great for fucking too.'
I try not to smile.
"Look, you can sing and dance and do whatever the hell it is you do in your little club. But you'll never have him."
I shrug, closing my locker. "That's fine. I have plenty of suitors of my own." I step back. "Glee is here to stay and so am I. Get used to it." I turn and walk triumphantly away. But somehow it's made bitter by the lost look she gave me before I turned my back on her.
"God, these dances moves suck." Sean mumbled as he tried to force his body to move in ways he simply wasn't motivated to.
"I know." I mumbled back. We were a stark contrast, with my bright yellow sweater and his gray military shirt and black bowtie.
I kicked up as we separated and I stood near Finn and Kurt. Sean tried not to laugh as Mercedes flipped and got upset with me. He thought it was funny I could kick so high and not even notice, I was curious about how I could miss it.
"And by the way, this song is totally awful. Horrible actually." Mercedes changed her source of anger from myself to Mr. Shue.
He got defensive right away. Why was it that he had such a huge problem admitting to the fact that times had changed since he was a teen and teens today didn't think like his generation may have. "You guys just need to get into it."
"How can we get into a song we don't like?" Sean asked loudly from behind me.
"Absolutely, it's totally gay." Kurt agreed.
Coming from a gay kid, that made it even worse.
"We don't have time to talk about this. We're performing this on Friday at the pep assembly."
Okay…Mr. Shue has officially lost his mind. No way can I go in front of the whole school and sing a silly old disco song that even I couldn't like.
Sean, of course, spoke up first. "…The pep…in front of the whole school?"
Mr. Shue smiled. "Exactly Sean."
"Are you freakin crazy? I'm not trying to get killed just because you can't get over yourself!" Sean shouted, making me wince.
"Excuse me?" Like he didn't know?
"You heard me. Things aren't the same Mr. Shue. Kids are different, teens are different from when you went to school to now. You don't seem to get that Glee isn't even a blip on the radar. That the jocks will throw us all in the trash. That we'll get slushies' thrown in our faces almost every day."
"…We're doing the song."
"Then I'm out. I don't want rotten fruit thrown at my face or slushy drinks or get thrown into the trash. Good luck with that though." Sean grabbed his backpack and stormed out.
Mr. Shue called after him but he didn't come back.
I couldn't say anything about this to Sean…he was to right to argue with.
"Why am I helping promote Glee when Mr. Shue is so mindless as to let all these horrible things happen?" Sean asks as we make copies for Glee posters.
I roll my eyes at him. "Melodramatic."
"Whatever. Is there a point?"
"I'm trying to do something good for both of us. I talked about it with San last night on our date," I ignore his groan and continue. "She thinks this is a good idea. If we get Cheerios on Glee…we'll get more members." I smile.
"Cheerios? You really think Ms. Sue's bitch squad is gunna help?"
I glare at him.
"Minus Santana." He covers, rolling his eyes.
"She said Ms. Sue is going to send the Unholy Trinity to 'aid' us in our time of need purely with the intention of spying under the false pretense that Quinn is doing it for Finn and Santana is just following her and Britt is just following San." I explain quickly.
He blinks and nods. "I'm lucky I can understand you."
"Yes you are." I laugh.
"It may be nice having a double agent actually."
"No, I could never tell Mr. Shue what Santana is up to. But I can plan ahead with what she tells me so I can carefully lead the group in another direction."
"Clever." Sean chuckles.
The door opens and there's a gasp. We turn to see Ms. Sue drop her smoothie, leaving a Pepto-Bismol colored tacky sweet mark on the tiled floor.
Sean sighs again beside me. I try not to look to uncomfortable.
All this trouble for a silly copy machine? We didn't do anything wrong.
Ms. Sue was going, as Santana would say 'ape shit', for nothing. I was just trying to save Glee from Mr. Shue's disastrous choice of 'disco'.
It simply wasn't in style anymore with the modern generation.
I wish the teacher who is supposed to be doing Glee for us…could understand that.
And now…we have to pay back the money we used to make copies for posters we wouldn't have even had to make if the 'disco' theme wasn't presented.
Sean sat back in his seat as Ms. Sue stood forward and glared daggers of death down on us. "Lady Justice wept today." And held out her hand, he gave her two dollars just so he could avoid hearing anything about being under paid.
Wat happen?
Ms. Sue was upset that we used the Cheerios copier.
Dam, u gots guts baby!
All thanks to you.
Aww
Lol
:3
:3
"I'm sorry Mr. Shue, but you have to understand," I try and reason with him as he stalks off.
He turns back. "I don't wanna hear it."
"Mr. Shue, that song sucks. Modern teens hate music like that. If you took the time to get to know the kids you teach you would know that about them. Doing something like that is going to kill any chances of Glee becoming anything." My brother; ever blunt.
"Sometimes you have to do things you don't wanna do. It's part of life."
"You're not even listening anymore." Sean huffs, turning away.
Mr. Shue glances at him, annoyed, before he turns and walks off. "Everybody loves disco."
"That's a highly inaccurate statement!" Sean shouts after him.
I sigh. "We have to do something."
He huffs. "Whatever, you could just sit out like I am." He shrugs yet again today. "Anyways, wanna go practice or something? I'm really bored."
I shake my head. "Santana is part of the celibacy club, so I have to join to."
"You have to?"
I glare at his skeptical tone. "She's joining Glee to support me. So I can join at least one of her clubs to support her."
He holds up his hands, backing down quickly. "Easy there tiger, no need to bite my head off."
I poke my tongue out at him and he walks me to my last class.
So ur joinin?
Clearly.
Har har, srsly?
Yes.
Sweet, c u in a few ;)
It was mostly Cheerleaders that made the female mass in celibacy club. I didn't get why Brittany and Santana were even in the club.
Britt had slept with tons of guys already.
And Santana was more than experienced before we got together.
And I'm sure Finn and Quinn were doing more than sinful touching behind closed doors.
I still had to act interested in boys, to an embarrassing extent. But acting is part of what makes me myself. I'm good at it.
And Quinn could really stand to lose her high and mighty attitude. Santana told me she was really insecure because I guess once upon a time she wasn't Head Cheerio material. But she doesn't know any more about it than I do.
"God, bless the perv that invented these." Quinn muses as Santana twirls on circles. I notice her smirk at me while she spins.
"Remember the power motto girls." Quinn looks at the others. It's funny…she has the potential to lead people and do some really great things. But…she does both backwards.
"It's all about the teasing, not about the pleasing." They droned with twisted grins and I tried not to drool when Santana swung her hips right in front of me. It was like a secret lap dance.
Due to their being more girls than boys, I was lucky enough to get paired with Santana, go figure.
"I bet you're the kinda perv that gets off on these things huh?" She sneered; I tried not to smile when she winked.
The balloon felt awkward between our hips. I didn't get what kind of practice this was for…dry humping maybe?
I rest my hands on Santana's shoulders and because she's the male in this scenario her hands rest on my sides that she thinks are getting curvier all the time. She says I have a very nice hourglass shape. I love compliments.
As Santana says, 'A compliment a day keeps the haters away.'
There's a loud pop, I glance over to see that Finn and Quinn's balloon has popped. Aw, how sad.
"Finn!" Of course Quinn couldn't be to blame. I roll my eyes and smirk at San who just grins.
"It hit my zipper!" He defends himself.
I bite my lip and look at Santana, she eyes me curiously. I step back and the balloon drifts to the floor. "This is just pathetic." She looks hurt, I'll have to either talk with her or send her a text. "We shouldn't have to do these things, they don't work. Nationwide teen pregnancy statistics prove it."
Quinn is glaring at me but all the guys and Santana seem interested.
"Saying sex is taboo just makes teens want it more, so they act on it. It's better to practice something safely than to go in blind. That's what contraception is for in the first place." Santana looks like she understands what I'm doing now.
"Don't you dare mention the C word." Quinn snaps.
"Why? Because you want it so bad you'd be afraid to use it?" Santana cuts in. "She's right, let her talk and get your head out of your ass Blondie."
The head cheerleader looks torn now.
"No…it's okay." I nod, and turn to face the others. "You want to know something interesting guys? It's an act to get you to straighten up. Because the dirty little secret they all want to keep from you is that eight times out of ten…girls want sex just as much as guys do." I couldn't say all girls wanted sex. I myself just wanted to wait till I was ready.
But to do these things to increase temptation and then to try and act like they're better? It's just too much.
I storm out.
I have a brilliant plan!
Sides tellin Q off?
You're so funny. No, even better.
Wat?
Instead of doing that horrible disco song…I've
decided Glee will give this school just what it wants.
Mor slushy facials?
Ha ha, again…no. Even better. Guess again.
IDK
Sex
…
San?
…
Santana?
…Where's Rachel?
I am Rachel San.
…But you're talking about sex.
Your texting changes when you think clearly.
…o
Lol wat do you think?
Go 4 it. I'lls b watchin ;)
:3
:3
I smile while I bang the hammer to silence the chatter in the auditorium. Sean is standing beside me but back about a step. "Glee is now in session."
"Mr. Shue isn't here though." Artie mumbles, looking up at me through his lenses.
"I kept him busy with a freshman I paid." I answered.
Mercedes groaned. "I am so," she glanced behind me and stopped suddenly. I could only imagine what Sean was doing. She sniffed indignantly and shifted, blinking. She waited.
"I have a new idea for the assembly. A better idea than disco I might ad."
Artie raised a hand. "I just have to say I think it's a really bad idea. I don't want to get killed."
I shake my head. "They won't kill us. Because with my new plan…we're going to give them exactly what every teens wants at this age."
"Blood?" Kurt raised a brow, I still think he needs to stop saying he isn't gay.
"Better." I smile.
"Guns?" Tina asks.
"Illegal, but better."
They stare at me, waiting curiously now. "Sex." The look of surprise is from more than just the idea. The raised eyebrows and widened eyes make me want to laugh.
Where are you sitting?
Wit the giant red patch in the stands.
…nice description.
Lol I thnk we look like a cold sore on a giant lip.
You never cease to make me laugh.
I try :-*
:-*
Gud luck
Thank you!
I'm a nervous wreck when the curtains pull back and the song starts. But thanks to years of practice…it doesn't show.
I see Sean sitting near Santana when I glance that way. He's looking at her like he's been insulted. She just keeps staring at me. He hisses something at her and she brushes it off.
It doesn't feel right when Finn touches me, or any of the guys touch me. I don't like it. But…I have to follow through with my idea. Like Sean, I don't like to half-ass anything.
Maybe it's just a Berry thing.
"Ah, push it. Push it good.
Ah, push it. Push it real good."
This song is perfect motivation for Santana on those days.
What I wasn't expecting were the wild cheers when we were finished with the song. The disco act would have killed us. Teens like music they can relate to. What better for hormonal teens to relate to than sex?
But some parents just don't seem to get it.
Be prepared…it's better than trying to fight the taboo and go in with a blind eye…I wish I could have practiced that better.
Ms. Sue freaks me out.
After she moved on I tried to apologize to Mr. Shue. But…he wouldn't listen. Why was this so hard for adults to understand?
"Do you even understand what you did today?" He snaps at me. "You lied to me, and now because of this…no parent is going to let their kids join Glee."
"Chill out." He looks over, surprised to see Sean. "She did you a favor. One of these days…maybe not today, or tomorrow, or even this school year…but someday you'll get it. You're not the one trying to fit in. Doing that stupid disco song would have put my sister and the others so far down on the food chain they'd look like plankton."
Mr. Shue opened his mouth, Sean raised his hand.
"No, I'm talking. You're listening." I wonder where he got this from…the ability to silence people like that. Dad wasn't like that at all, and neither was daddy actually. "You seem to fail at understanding teens today. You think you get it because you have a kid on the way right?"
Mr. Shue opened his mouth again. "Ah, you're wrong. Anything you could possibly say…you're wrong." He lowered his hand. "Maybe when your kid is a teen and fighting to be noticed and actually have friends that won't talk behind their back…maybe then you'll get it."
Sean nodded to me and I followed him quickly, eager to get away from high school drama and meet up with Santana.
"Your outfit was actually pretty fucking cute."
I giggle. "You really think so?"
"Totes babe."
We're in my room, I have no lock on my door so we can't do much, but kissing is always fun. Especially with one Santana Lopez.
Now we're practicing after school the next day so she can hit the right notes for the song she'll be singing with Quinn and Britt.
I hit a note on the piano, a middle mono tone key. "Try that."
She tries to sing La in her talking voice, which sometimes doesn't go over well with anyone. "That was just okay, it'll get better."
I hit a higher note. She spins in place and hits me with a deep soprano sound. "Wow." I grin.
She laughs. "I didn't know I could do shit like that."
"Oh yeah?"
"Yeah, I wanna get so high I can break glass like those opera chicks. That's badass. I'd never lose an argument with a dude again. Bust his ear drums." She clicks her tongue.
"I'm rubbing off on you."
She gives me a little smirk. "Yeah you are."
"Not like that!" I can't help my smile. "You just talk longer like I tend to do in most conversations, although it isn't intentional it still happens and I suppose it can be a bit much," I stop when I feel her finger tap my lips.
"You rant. Big diff." She chuckles and covers her mouth as she yawns a little.
"You want to sit down? I brought a snack." I motion to the little nook I'd made for us of blankets and pillows.
"Hellz yes!" She almost literally jumps into the middle before opening the picnic basket I brought with me. I laugh as I join her slowly.
I haven't been feeling good lately. Not sure why. Of course it could be the vegan chili I've switched into my diet.
She's staring at me.
"What?"
"Your ass shows…those skirts are to damn short Rach. I keep telling you that."
"Your skirt is barely even a skirt. At least people can't see what panties I could be wearing every time I turn around."
She makes a face. "Okay, I'll give you that one." She takes a bite of the bread I made. She stares at me for a long time. "I think those girls that pick on you are just jealous."
"Of what?" I snag a bite.
"You're not ugly babe, you're actually fucking gorgeous. Insecure girls pick on prettier girls to make them feel ugly so people see them as ugly. They're jealous."
"Outside of school…you're actually quite smart Sanny."
"Ha ha." She smiles at me. "I resemble that."
"Resent."
"Whatever." She chuckles.
"…San?"
"Hm?"
"Thank you."
She chews the last bite and sits up on her knees, leaning over me. I try not to blush when she pushes me down and settles on top of me. "You don't have to thank me for the truth." Her thumb is on my bottom lip, opening my mouth just a little.
My arms are around her neck as she kisses me.
I stand outside the doors for the choir room with Sean hovering over my left shoulder and Martinez at my right.
We can't hear what they're saying…but I can hear the music.
"I have to try out next." Martin whispers.
"Why?" Sean asks softly.
"San says if she has to join so do I because her girlfriend's brother joined Glee for her. So I have to live up to your perfect big brother ideals." He answers. "Thanks a million."
Sean chuckles. "Sorry, I didn't think she'd do that."
I continue to listen and watch as the Unholy Trinity dance and perform their unneeded entry into the club. It does say on the poster than everybody that tries out gets in, so even if they're bad they get in.
It sounds like they crack up at the end but I couldn't tell.
"What are you gunna sing?"
"I'm Alright."
"Nice."
"Yeah."
"Shh!" I hiss at them.
They stand aside as Martin slinks into the room like a beaten cat. I can only hear a little before the door closes and the sounds are too muffled to really make out.
"My sister made me do this, she said she'd get a jumper cable and tie it to the flag pole and…" I would have to talk to Santana about her verbal abuse. But it seemed like something she would plan.
Dnt b mad.
About what?
Shue gave Quinn the solo u wer tlkin bout.
…What? Why?
I dnt no. I din feel like hearin hr tlk shit abt it.
…I see.
…I'm rly srry baby.
Its okay, it's not like it's your fault.
…Dinner?
Yes please.
:J
"But it's my solo. I worked for it Mr. Shue. Quinn Fabray joins Glee and suddenly all my years of working on these kinds of things go out the window?"
"Rachel, contrary to your beliefs it isn't all about you."
It is if you'd been working towards Broadway since you were only months old.
"You brought this on yourself. You wanted to sell sex to the students and Quinn Fabray sang a song that had nothing to do with the subject and she did a heck of a job with it."
"So you're punishing me? You're not my father. Teens need to know about sex Mr. Shue. You don't hear them talk about it but I can swear to you that more than half of this school's population is doing it." I wouldn't be judged on a choice to make adults aware of what their kids were and wanted to do.
"I get it Rachel. I really do. I'm to blame too here. If I had listened and not pushed that idea so hard…we probably wouldn't be having this conversation." He shrugs and gives an embarrassed half smile. "But…what's done is done, and I think not being in the spotlight will be good for you. Being part of something special means being able to work with a team."
I nod, I understood. And he was right…but my ego wouldn't let me stop.
"We have to work together to get to Nationals. But…that doesn't mean we can't have fun. You have to learn to work with others…and we could all stand to learn how to get along better." He sighs with another smile and I just nod again, forcing one of my own.
Wat hapnd?
Mr. Shue called me out, but I did the same to him.
Mm ur brave babe.
Lol hardly. San?
Yea?
Do you think I'm special?
…As in?
Like I'm supposed to go far with my life. Like my dreams.
…
San?
…Rachel, at the end of the day…every1 knows ur getting out of ths cow twn. Its cuz u got mad skill.
What about you?
…I'll go wit u. If u wnt me 2.
Of course.
:J dnt listn 2 w/e bullshit ppl say. Ppl alwaz tlk.
Thanks San.
No prob babe, now can I pick you up for dinner?
Yes please.
:J
:3