Day Four - Celebrity Couple
"Baaaaby!" Rachel whined, curling her hair one last time. "Hurry up! We're going to be late for the premiere,"
Rachel was ecstatic, overwhelmed with joy as her newest movie, Burst was coming to theatres this Saturday and the premiere was today, on a Thursday! She couldn't wait. And what was even better that her manager, Luke, had somehow scored tickets for everyone to attend the premiere. She would be seeing Quinn, Brittany, Kurt, Blaine, Mercedes and goodness, just everyone! Although she was quite bummed that her dads were on away for a cruise (they wanted to cancel their reservations for the cruise but Rachel immediately refused, stating that they should enjoy it while they can) and couldn't attend the premiere, Rachel didn't let the sadness show.
Rachel tweeted: Cannot believe that Burst is coming out soon! Are y'all excited?
Her fans were incredible as she checked her mentions, seeing various people from around the world congratulating her and telling her how much they love her, it was a dream come true. She decided to make two or three person's day by replying to them, thanking them for their love and gratitude.
And just to make the Pezberry shippers go wild, she tweeted: And what's better that I have my girl candy with me, SantanaLopez. :-)
"You're such a troll," the booming sound of a certain Latina sounded across their penthouse as Rachel felt two strong familiar arms wrapping around her waist. Rachel already knows that the Pezberry shippers are going wild now, probably writing some fanfictions about them and creating manips for them. It was incredibly sweet of them to support Hollywood's Newest It Couple.
Rachel rolled her eyes. "Oh please, you love it,"
"Unfortunately so," Santana replied, kissing Rachel's temple in affection. "You're ready to go, muppet?" she let go and held her hand out to Rachel, seeing Derrick down on their street with their limo.
Rachel grinned widely, giving Santana a long passionate kiss. "I was born ready,"
. . .
"We're here with Rachel Berry, everyone. The star of Burst," the interviewer, Megan, spoke into the microphone and looking squarely in the camera in front of her. Rachel smiled and thanked Megan when she complimented on her dress which was a simple strapless black dress with sequins on the bottom of her dress. "Now, Rachel, we've heard that this is your first movie, am I correct?"
Rachel nodded, clutching her purse. "Indeed you are and hopefully, not my last!" she chuckled, moving a strand of hair.
"That's wonderful! Are you going to leave Broadway for movies though? Fans are quite worried about that," Megan questioned again, thrusting the microphone towards her.
The tiny brunette licked her lips. "Well, Broadway will always be my first love and there's always a special place for it in my heart, nothing will change that but I am quite excited and elated for movies as I would to expand my acting career,"
Megan made an affirmation noise. "Now, I've heard you had a special girl candy with you tonight. Is she around here?" she craned her neck and looked around, as if to spy Santana.
Rachel laughed in amusement. She knew they were going to ask her questions regarding her relationship with Santana. "Oh, she's just right there," the starlet pointed towards an interviewer who was interviewing Santana as the camera zoomed in and as if on cue, Santana looked towards Rachel and blew her kiss and a heart. Rachel could only do the same in response.
"My goodness!" Megan exclaimed in joy. "You two are the cutest,"
"Well, we try our best," she winked at the camera, feeling her inner troll. "She's amazing, I don't know what I did to deserve her,"
Megan smiled. "You both are incredible. So, I heard that Santana's releasing a new album soon?"
"Yes!" Rachel grinned, memories of Santana and her making music together flooded into her mind. "It's incredibly good and I recommend all of you to buy it as soon as it's out. It's definitely a different taste of her music but I assure you that you will not be disappointed!"
Megan nodded, continuing on to ask her questions regarding the movie and she, as usual, answered every question with simplicity without giving too much information. Soon, the interview was over and more interviewers were dying to get Rachel but Rachel was too focused on her, smiling a fond smile and anyone from a distance can see the lovesick puppy dog face on Rachel's complexion.
[From: Santana, my puta] Ain't it shocking what love can do? I love you, muppet.
. . .
"Santana?" the interviewer tried to get Santana's attention as she was too busy focusing on her iPhone. Santana shook her head and smiled apologetically.
"I'm sorry, yes?"
The interviewer, Jane, Santana had learn, was busy rambling off on her album, telling how excited she was and how she's a big fan of her which made her heart swoon. It was incredible enough to see people believing in you and loving your music. Music had always been the Latina's passion, it was only a matter of time till she get her first Grammy award.
"How well do you think Rachel has been?" Jane asked, moving the microphone closer to her.
Santana smiled a fond smile. "I'm incredibly proud of her, if that's what you're asking. She's extremely talented at what she does and every day on every audition she goes to, she kills it with her sexiness and her confidence. Although I'm quite convinced that she brags more of my achievements than hers over Thanksgiving dinner," she laughed.
Jane had also laughed. "Well, it's true what Rachel had said to me earlier, you really are quite the charmer, Santana,"
"Well, I do my best,"
Jane couldn't help but agree. "Thank you, Santana for taking your time to speak here and hopefully we'll meet again. Good luck on your album!" Santana thanked the person before moving out of the red carpet, suddenly feeling grateful that that was the last interview for the night. She headed towards inside the arena, hoping to find her girlfriend.
Just when she was about to go to her assigned table, soft fingers wrapped around her upper arm and before she knew it, she was tugged firmly but gently. Santana blinked and saw that it was her own girlfriend dragging her as she let out a relief sigh.
"C'mon," Rachel whispered, zigzagging along the arena, trying to not bump into anyone.
Santana furrowed her eyebrows. "Where are we going, babe?" she asked, a smile appeared on Rachel's face when she said that particular term of endearment.
"I want to show you something," Rachel all but said, making the Latina more curious now.
Rachel pulled Santana into a hallway, steering her away from various rooms around her. After reaching a corridor, there was a spiral staircase above Santana's head and she's honestly expecting a lot of things but when she arrived on top, she didn't expect this at all.
Right in front of her, there was a circular table filled with Mexican and Italian food – just what Santana had been craving – and around the food were petals of white and red roses as well as a brightly-lighted up candle in the middle. There was soft classical music playing, Santana assumed it was just the radio or a mix that Rachel had finished but she was proved wrong when she turned and saw a male violinist playing on his violin.
The view, Santana thought, was one of the most beautiful views she has ever seen. The view was overlooking the Empire State Building which was light up with vibrant colors for Pride Week. Santana could make out the little taxis on the streets and people walking along the street, it was wonderful.
New York was definitely her home.
Santana let out a breath she didn't know she was holding. "What's this?"
"A dinner?" Rachel said in a 'duh' tone, and Santana swears to God, that Rachel's lucky that she loves the diva. Suddenly, two arms wrapped around Santana's waist and a head was placed down on Santana's back as Santana unconsciously lean it, enjoying the warmth Rachel provided.
"I wanted to do something different for our anniversary and believe me when I say this, all of this are just the start, it's not game yet, spicy," she said, sensing the huge smile on Santana's complexion when she calls her 'spicy'. "I had always wanted to have dinner overlooking the Empire State Building on Pride Week with someone I truly love and that's you," she breathed out the last two words.
Santana turned around, looking straight into Rachel's caring and loving eyes with her arms around Rachel's waist. "Tiny, I cannot believe you did all of this for me. I fucking love you," she leaned in for a kiss and was immediately met with the same amount of passion as the Broadway starlet's. They kissed for a while, tongues lazily rolling against each other as the two brunettes try to save up the taste the other had provided.
Suddenly, a flash came out of nowhere and the two women could hear the distant clicking of cameras and goodness, Rachel did not want her plan to go spoiled so she just ignored the damn paparazis and took out a chair for Santana to sit on.
"I love you too, spicy," Rachel all but said, kissing Santana lightly on the lips. "You don't know how much,"
Just as Rachel had finished her sentence, a booming sound almost made Rachel fall out of her chair. With eyes widened as large as saucers, Rachel looked up at the flying helicopter in the air, a man with a cap obviously taking pictures of them trying to enjoy an anniversary dinner. The air was blowing vigorously as Santana was clutching her dress quite tightly and immediately grabbed Rachel's hand out of instinct.
"Smile for the camera, babe,"
