A/N: I had a horrible nightmare the night before last. I was Rachel, and Coach Tanaka was going around killing or turning everyone in McKinley High into zombies. Being very afraid of him, no one was doing anything to stop him. Well, I ended up killing him by pushing him out of a very high window, saving everyone by doing so. But, for the sole fact that I was Rachel, no one thanked me, everyone still hated me, and I was getting blamed for everything in the first place! Just because I was Rachel. *shakes her head* Of course, that discord opened the door for a demonic zombie girl to come and pose like she wanted to congratulate me, while plotting to inject me with the T-Virus and eat me for herself. That started a disgusting and anxious back and forth of us injecting each other and ourselves with the T-Virus and the antidote all the while I was pulling her apart, bone by bone. Of course, if that doesn't seem weird enough, I didn't even mention the fact that I had been dating Puck (who wouldn't admit we were dating - because, again, for the single fact that I was Rachel - so we had to sneak around to make out), who the zombie girl somehow managed to turn into a dog, so I had been frantically trying to antidote him as well. I'd only managed to defeat her when my alarm woke me up, so for all I know, Puck's still a dog.
...I fear my psyche sometimes.
Anyways! While that's fresh in your mind, go ahead and read this very fluffy story I whipped up. It has nothing to do with the dream. I just needed to share the horror. You're welcome.
They celebrated their one month anniversary at a drive-in. While Rachel fully expected to watch the movie, cuddling up to Santana as much as she could as she did so, Santana had a whole 'nother idea entirely.
Spreading out the blanket she had brought over the back seat while Rachel had left to buy popcorn and something to drink, Santana was satisfied. She figured her girlfriend wouldn't let them go all the way – even if the windows were as tinted as they could be and no one could see in – but she fully intended on reaching second base. What was the point of having a hot as hell girlfriend all to yourself and not being able to touch her?
When Rachel returned, she stopped, looking at the innocently smiling Santana waiting for her in the backseat. "San…" she started warningly, "How are we going to be able to see the screen from there?"
Santana's smile dimmed a bit, but she thought quickly. Scooting over to take the bag of popcorn out of Rachel's hands, she placed it safely on the floor of the car before reaching forward and finding the lever to push both of the front seats as far forward as she could. "There!" she said, a little proud, "Now we shouldn't have a problem."
Studying Santana's handiwork, Rachel chewed on her bottom lip. "Okay…" she relented, climbing in and shutting the door behind her. Setting the large drink into one of the cup holders, she smiled shyly at her girlfriend who was leaning forward to kiss her.
But, before Santana could slip her tongue into the warmth that waited for her behind Rachel's lips, the sudden loud crackle and blasting music from the car's stereo that signified the movie was beginning made the both of them jump and bang their teeth together.
"Ah!" "Ow!"
Running their tongues over their teeth to make sure they weren't bleeding, and making sure that the other wasn't hurt, either, the both of them eventually settled into as comfortable a position as they could get: Santana sitting against both the back of the seat and car door with one leg bent so her foot could rest against the car floor, Rachel fitting in between her legs and leaning back against her. Rachel got her cuddling, and Santana got to wrap her arms around Rachel's waist, feeling her breathe in and out.
She wouldn't admit it, but Santana smiled when Rachel hugged her arms and made a contented sound, relaxing her body completely. "You comfy?" she lowered her head to whisper in Rachel's ear, enjoying the shiver her warm breath blowing over cool skin caused.
"Mmhm," Rachel mumbled, then kissed her in thanks for the question before turning her attention back to the giant screen; from the sounds coming from the car speakers and the images that were showing, Santana surmised that the last trailer had ended and the movie itself was starting up.
The movie was okay. Entertaining enough, but most of Santana's attention was centered on the girl in her arms. Well, that and the fact that half of her back was weirdly falling asleep. Shifting a bit to stop the numbness from spreading, she frowned and grabbed Rachel's shoulders to stop her from getting up. "It's okay," she hissed quickly, trying to tug Rachel back down.
"No, it's fine, Santana," Rachel shook her head, scooting forward and turning so she now completely faced the front of the car, "Really."
Able to see the beginnings of a guilty expression crossing the smaller girl's face, Santana narrowed her eyes. Sitting up, she stretched a little to get the kinks out of her neck and back. Once done, she looked back at Rachel to make sure she was still in the right position. Then, tensing, she pounced.
With a breathy squeal, Rachel found herself suddenly sandwiched between Santana and the arm Santana was using to stop Rachel from hitting the car window, the dark form of her girlfriend pressing into her from above.
Sucking on Rachel's lower lip, Santana thrilled as small hands moved up her back, sliding over her shoulders and up her neck, tangling in her hair and – "Ahtatata-tah!" Arching her back to stop the pain as Rachel yanked her ponytail, she slid off of her so she could bring her hands up to her scalp. "What… the… hell?"
Rachel sat up, frowning at her. "I apologize for pulling your hair, but when we got here, I told you I fully intended on watching this movie."
Santana massaged her scalp, staring at Rachel in disbelief. "It's… It's The Green Hornet! They fight bad guys, something happens that makes them break up, and then miraculously through some sort of heroic crap, they're super friends again! Or something like that. It's a comic book movie. You already know how it's going to end."
One side of Rachel's mouth quirked up. "Super Friends is a different universe entirely. Now hush!" Scooting over and grabbing one of Santana's hands, she laced their fingers together in her lap, pulling Santana closer so she could lay her head on her shoulder. Santana sulked for a bit, muttering about "The geekness of her girlfriend," until Rachel raised her free hand to start gently petting her head.
A couple of minutes later, Santana grudgingly mumbled out, "That really is a cool car."
Rachel squeezed her hand.
By the end of the movie, they had migrated again. Santana had rediscovered the popcorn, and after managing to eat almost the whole thing in a twenty minute period, her stomach was a little upset at her. So it had been Rachel's turn to sit back against the car seat and car door, and she had pulled Santana with her. Lying on her back, head perfectly nestled at the apex of Rachel's thighs and bottom of her stomach, Santana almost purred at the wonderful feel of her girlfriend's soft hands running comfortingly through her hair and down her neck. It was even better that Rachel was doing it unconsciously, eyes still on the movie out of the windshield. Santana split her time between looking at the screen – which just happened to be the perfect height for where her head was – and studying what the light of the movie did to Rachel's face.
As soon as the movie ended, Santana shut her eyes and relaxed her body.
"Hmm. While that movie subscribed to many Hollywood clichés, it was better than I had anticipated it to be. What did you think?" Rachel's hand tensed on her shoulder, but Santana didn't move.
"Santana?" What felt like Rachel bending over shifted against the back of her head, and warm breath blew over Santana's face. She fought against the smile that threatened to come out.
A long sigh left Rachel's body, but soft fingers trailed up and across her cheeks, the exhalation ending in an amused hum, "I see how it is."
Deciding that Rachel's touch tickled a little too much to believably keep the charade going, Santana made a sleepy mumble noise and shifted onto her side so her face pressed into Rachel's warm thigh. She ended the move with an 'unconscious' wrapping of her arm around Rachel's waist, snuggling in.
A girlish giggle left Rachel's mouth, and a soft kiss was pressed into her cheek. "I thought Santana Lopez didn't cuddle?"
"Santana Lopez doesn't," Santana mumbled, grinning but keeping her eyes closed.
"Santana Lopez talks in her sleep?"
"Santana Lopez doesn't," Santana repeated. She enjoyed the shiver that passed through Rachel's body when her hand slipped under her shirt.
There was a pause, then Santana felt her head lifted, her arm removed, and Rachel gingerly moved herself off of the car seat. Rolling over, Santana watched with one arm slung over one eye as her girlfriend reached to turn off the radio and remove the keys from the ignition. "Then who are you?" was called back.
"What?"
"Who are you? Because if you're doing the things Santana Lopez does not, you're not Santana Lopez."
Santana smirked, closing her eyes as she listened to Rachel moving around. "I'm Santana Lopez, of course."
There was a cease of movement, then Rachel's amused voice spoke over the sound of cars starting up and moving around outside, "That makes no sense."
Santana just opened her eyes again and smiled in Rachel's direction. But Rachel seemed to be looking at something out the windshield and windows.
"What is it?" Santana asked, pushing herself up into an upright sitting position.
Rachel hummed. Her voice took on a too innocent tone, "It's going to take us a while to be able to pull out of here."
"Oh?" Oh. Santana licked her lips, grinning. "Deadlocked?"
"I'm afraid so," Rachel replied dramatically, white teeth shining in the light as she moved to sit on her knees in between Santana's legs, "It seems Lima teenagers don't know simple traffic courtesy and procedure."
Santana tugged Rachel closer. Finally. "Lima losers," she mumbled as their lips met.
