Fic: Rachel Needs Some Action
Chapter 10: Afternoon Delight
Author: deeha
Rating: M
Disclaimer: I do not own Glee.
Summary: Tina thinks that Rachel needs to get some action. Rachel's just been busy. But when Santana comes into the picture, Rachel seems to be less busy.
Rachel feels really relaxed. She blinks her eyes open and breathes in the fresh scent of coconut. It reminds her of Santana. She stretches and recognizes she is on her couch but she can't exactly remember why she fell asleep there. She finally opens her eyes.
And then screams bloody murder and promptly falls off the couch because two huge eyes are floating right above her.
Rachel is on the floor but can see Santana bolt up from her sleep and start to punch the air with vengeance as if there are attackers.
Rachel's heart is beating out of her chest but as soon as Santana punches Dora the Explora in the face...Rachel realizes what startled her.
The Dora the Explora balloon
Rachel looks at Santana.
Santana looks at Rachel.
Then Santana looks at the balloon.
"Sorry Dora..." says Santana.
Rachel laughs her head off and rolls around on the floor.
Santana is just watching her from the couch and waits until Rachel's laughter subsides. Then she slinks off the couch to lie on top of Rachel. Rachel is still laughing but now it's more of a content laughing that she has Santana holding her.
"Rachel, you scared the crap out of me." says Santana as she massages Rachel's hip bones with her thumbs. Rachel squirms underneath Santana.
Rachel whines, "Santana, stop it you're tickling me."
"Psh, well that's what you get for making me punch Dora in the face!" Santana says as she continues her tickle assault on Rachel. They are both laughing and Santana is extremely pleased that she has Rachel squirming beneath her.
Santana keeps tickling Rachel until she gets the bright idea to move Rachel's should straps aside to kiss her collarbone.
Tickling and laughing turns into hums of approval.
Santana kisses Rachel's body as she asks, "Go out with me today?"
Rachel thinks that's the sexiest things ever. "Santana, that is the sexiest thing ever."
"That I want to take you out? Well duh. I want to hold your hand. Maybe go somewhere public and get you all hot and bothered."
"HA. Stop it."
"Oh, right. You're all hot and bothered right now." Santana kisses Rachel and sucks on her tongue. Which, Rachel likes very much.
But Rachel still wants to make a point and say, "I am not an exhibitionist Santana Lopez."
Santana starts singing, "Oh I don't care about the propriety, let's break the rules and ignore society..."
Rachel is like immediately turned on (even more) now that Santana is using big words and singing John Legend's P.D.A. We Just Don't Care.
Santana continues to persuade Rachel by singing, "Let's go to the park...I wanna kiss you underneath the stars...Maybe we'll go too far...Rachel, Rachel, Rachel, I want to kiss you."
"Well then kiss me you fool."
That breaks Santana's serenade and they spend the better part of the morning exchanging sweet kisses.
It's already the afternoon and Santana has to take her mom to the airport. Rachel goes with them.
Mrs. Lopez has this smirk on her face when she sees Rachel bat away Santana's exploring fingers.
"Santana take this girl out. Treat her right. Or else I am taking away your car keys."
Santana looks chastised and Rachel laughs.
Mrs. Lopez continues to say, "Oh and Santana I folded your laundry and made you some tamales. You can just reheat them, instead of eating all that mac n' cheese."
Santana is embarrassed and asks, "Ma! When did you have time to do all of that?"
"This morning, when you were canoodling with Rachel."
Now both Rachel and Santana are embarrassed. Mrs. Lopez just laughs.
The taxi pulls to the curb and the driver is unpacking the trunk.
Mrs. Lopez turns to hug Rachel and say, "It was wonderful to meet you. Stay sweet. I love your influence on my daughter. I've never heard so many love songs in one of her shows."
Santana groans in embarrassment.
Mrs. Lopez turns to her daughter, gives her a big kiss on her cheek and a huge hug and says, "I love you, you were amazing last night. I'm so proud of you. Don't make so many faces. You'll get wrinkles."
And then Mrs. Lopez is off.
Rachel turns to Santana and says, "I love your mom."
Santana smiles and says, "Yea, she's my mama."
The taxi is headed back towards their apartment building but, Santana asks the driver to drop them off in the city. Santana helps Rachel out of the taxi.
"Ready for our date?" asks Santana.
Rachel looks around the crowded street and asks, "Right now?"
"No time is better than the present."
Rachel nods her head then looks into her purse to pull out her cosmetic mirror.
Santana asks, "What are you doing?"
"Getting ready for our date." Rachel says as she applies lip gloss and even pinches her cheeks to put some natural blush on her face. She turns to Santana and asks, "Are you ready?"
Santana smirks. But just to humor Rachel, Santana stands up straight, squares her shoulders, and uses both her hands to perk up her chest.
Rachel laughs, "We couldn't be any more different. I pinch my cheeks and you adjust your..." and Rachel is pointing to Santana's breasts.
Santana answers, "tits."
"Santana!" Rachel hisses.
Santana laughs, "Ok, ok. Let's go on our date."
Santana takes Rachel's hand and Rachel squeals in delight. "What are we going to do!"
"Oh, I don't know. Let's just be spontaneous."
Rachel smiles and trusts that they'll find something fun to do.
They walk by a street vendor who is selling dolls. Rachel stops to play with some. Santana comes up besides her and says she can make her one but then seems to want to backpedal on her statement.
Rachel asks, "Really what kind of dolls do you make?"
"Oh, small ones. Like...small ones."
Rachel is confused why Santana is suddenly shy about her talent of making dolls. "Santana it's nothing to be shy about. So you have a hidden talent of being creative and you like sewing? I think it's..."
"I made a voodoo doll of you. But obviously that was during a time when I was really stupid...and obviously I don't want to hurt you now, because you're just amazing and hilarious and crazy hot. Voodoo doesn't even work. Obviously, I mean look at you. No that's not to say that I actually stuck pins in the doll. Oh god. I mean I know that after we did that Whitney duet in high school, you forgave me for making your life a living hell. But, sorry, I...was...dumb."
At first Rachel is startled by Santana's sudden confession, and then she's amused by Santana's self deprecation and remorse, and then she's charmed by Santana's feelings for her. Santana is looking like a sad puppy and drops her head.
Rachel brings her finger to lift Santana's chin up and say, "Yes, you were really stupid."
Santana pouts.
Rachel laughs and says, "I can't believe you made a voodoo doll. Do you still have it?"
"Maybe. But it's just because I keep like everything. I'm somewhat of a hoarder." Santana rushes to explain.
Rachel laughs and grabs Santana's hand as they continue to walk down the street. "So you like to keep stuff huh?"
"Yea, I still have that polyester suit that I won during the disco week in glee." Santana says it like she's explaining a dirty secret.
But Rachel stops in the middle of the sidewalk. She doesn't notice other pedestrians walking past her. Santana moves her to next to the building so she won't get trampled.
"Rachel? You ok?" Santana laughs at Rachel's far away look.
Rachel snaps out of her haze and swallows. She looks straight into Santana's eyes and says, "You still have the Saturday Night Fever suit?"
"Yes?"
Rachel's expression brightens.
"Rachel? Why do you look like a child on Christmas morning?"
Rachel whispers, "Oh. You. Have. No. Idea. What this means to me."
Santana quirks her eyebrows, "Geesh, you really do have a clothes fetish? This sort of explains your high school wardrobe."
Rachel burst out laughing.
Santana holds Rachel by the waist as they walk down the street. "Come on, let's keep moving. Maybe tonight I'll find that suit."
Rachel squeals and Santana just shakes her head.
Rachel pulls Santana into an Indian restaurant for lunch. Santana is eating a kebab and then starts laughing.
"What's so funny?" asks Rachel.
"I can't believe that I'm sharing a kebab with the most beautiful girl I have ever seen with a kebab."
"Huh?"
"You're so beautiful...like a tree or some nice ceramics or something..."
Rachel starts laughing and asks, "Flight of the Concords?"
Santana laughs and says, "I love that you can recognize my musical references."
"Well, Santana. I make it a point to be well versed in the music industry."
Santana just smiles and eats her kebab.
It's a complete fortunate accident that they walk past a genuine record store. Without question they enter the store and it's like a fairytale come true. It's a small establishment but the walls are lined with musical posters and the floors have stacks and stacks of dairy crates with vinyl records in it. There is even a wall with cassette tapes.
Santana immediately peruses through the jazz section. Rachel is drawn to the "S" section (for "Striesand").
Rachel is just in love with the store. There are probably only four other people in the store, including the one employee. The store's stereo is playing a recording of Nat King Cole's L-O-V-E, which at this moment could really be the only record that mirrors Rachel's love for this store. She sees that the store does musical instrument repairs and that there is even a small area with a baby grand piano and loose sheet music. She sits at the piano and looks to see what the previous player was reading.
But Santana finds her and pulls her toward an empty room. It's an old fashioned listening room, like back in the 1950's or 1960's with glass sound proof windows, and just a turn table in the room with a bench seat.
"I found some Billie Holiday and Etta James!" exclaims Santana.
Rachel closes the door behind her and draws the curtains closed, as Santana puts on the Billie Holiday record. Rachel flips the light switch and can see the silhouette of the illuminated "music on" sign through the curtains - she likes it and wonders if she can buy one. She sits on the bench and smiles at Santana's excitement.
The record player only has one headset so Santana has to loosen it to its widest position so they can try and share. Santana sits on Rachel's lap and holds the headset between their heads.
The turn table's needle picks up on the grooves of the record, and Rachel is charmed with the scratchy feedback. She wonders if this is what it felt like to be a teenager in the 1950s.
"I think you'll like this one. It's very very you."
Rachel gets excited. She already knows that Santana knows her music, if her performance last night was any indication.
Billie Holiday's cover of Too Marvelous for Words starts playing and Rachel just grins. Because the song is just too cute, and the fact that Santana knows it makes her even giddier.
Santana sings along, "and so I'm borrowing...a love song from the birds...to tell you that you're marvelous...too marvelous to words."
Rachel loves Santana's raspy voice, maybe even more than Billie's voice.
Santana says, "I could only wish to sing like this. She's like a true lounge singer."
Rachel nods and hugs Santana's waist and leans her head on Santana's shoulder. Rachel wants to kiss her but the two minute song ends and Santana stands up to change the record.
"It pains me that some people don't know that Flo Rida sampled Etta James's Something's Got a Hold of Me." says Santana.
"Oh I know what you mean. Are you going to play that?"
Santana hums yes.
"Play: Trust in Me." Rachel requests.
Santana turns to smile at Rachel, "Yea?"
Rachel nods.
After Santana sets the record, there are four seconds of empty air. Just enough time for Santana to sit back down on Rachel's lap, and for Rachel to say, "This is my favorite."
They're just happy listening to music. Rachel likes holding Santana and running her hand up and down Santana's thigh.
Santana happily sighs into Rachel's neck and asks, "I would've betted that I'd Rather Go Blind was your favorite."
"It's a close second to At Last."
"Of course."
Rachel finally gets to kiss Santana on the lips and says, "I'm having a really good time on our date."
"Yea?"
Rachel just kisses Santana again. Rachel smiles into the kiss when she feels Santana wrap her arms around her neck. She gets lost in the sensation and just enjoys herself.
The music is romantic and it's setting them back in a time when recordings weren't auto-tuned. It's making Rachel feel very at home.
She isn't even bothered with Santana holding the headset against her head. Kissing Santana is quickly becoming her favorite thing to do. There is something that keeps Rachel drawn to Santana. Possibly Santana's purring. At this point Rachel doesn't even care if her ragged breathing is attractive or not, she really needs to gasp in air.
"Rachel Berry, you're getting very handsy." whispers Santana.
Rachel looks down to her hands - they are not where they were a moment before (Oops.) Rachel's hand is basically inside Santana's jeans, she is astonished and tries to remove her hand.
But Santana unbuttons her jeans and she guides Rachel's hand back to where they were.
Santana whispers, "Were you going to touch me?"
Rachel whispers back, "You want me to touch you? Here? Now?"
Santana doesn't even give Rachel a look but just grinds down into Rachel.
Rachel chokes back her groan and by reflex touches Santana's panties.
Santana whispers, "Yes, you're getting closer. You're almost there."
Rachel laughs and whispers, "Santana, I'm not going to touch you in a record booth. This is why they don't have these places anymore."
Santana puts her hand on top of Rachel's and whispers, "Rachel, you're doing it already. I want you. And believe me, it's not going to take much. I'm practically there."
Santana groans as she rocks her hips and pushes Rachel's hand even closer to move inside her.
Rachel can't stop looking at her own hand in the very dangerous position. She can't take her eyes off of Santana's hips either. Rachel moves her thumb in between Santana's panties and rubs against Santana's skin. Santana drops the head set and grabs onto Rachel's hair and hisses her approval.
Rachel is just about to throw caution to the wind and touch Santana.
But. Someone knocks on the door.
Santana groans in desperation. Rachel quickly removes her hands. (Santana groans again).
Someone knocks again.
Santana actually gets up, buckles and zips her jeans, and opens the door along with the curtain, and exclaims, "What! We're. Listening. To. Music!"
The guy on the other side of the door is holding records and shakily says, "Uh, you only get ten minutes and I the light was off...so I just assumed..."
(Oh so that's what that light does. Its a timer. Oh.)
Santana is about to knock this guy out and utters something about Lima Heights, but Rachel already has both of the records and is dragging Santana out of the booth.
They wait by the register to pay for the records. Santana drops her head on Rachel's shoulder and says, "I am sexually frustrated right now, and it's your fault."
Rachel smiles but is flushed with embarrassment and says, "I can't believe I almost did that."
Santana hugs Rachel from behind and kisses her neck. "Let's go back to my place and finish that."
Rachel just laughs and shakes her head.
They actually go back to Rachel's, since Santana wants Rachel to have the records.
Rachel guides Santana into her bedroom and they both lie down on her bed. Rachel gives Santana Eskimo kisses.
Santana sighs and says, "I can't believe I'm going to say this. But. Can we just take a nap?"
Rachel laughs.
Rachel can see Santana die inside and Rachel continues to laugh at her pain.
Santana says, "I'm normally sleeping during the day, when I have night shows. I'm going to fall asleep on the stage."
Rachel is still chuckling but sneaks her hands underneath Santana's shirt.
Santana's mood brightens, "I like handsy Rachel."
"I thought that would make you feel better."
"I'm still horny though..."
Rachel snorts.
"No but seriously." says Santana.
"Do you need to set an alarm for your show?"
"It's already set...so can we fool around?"
"I'm not going to put your job on the line."
"It'd be worth it!"
Rachel continues to massage Santana's back and it lulls her to sleep.
Rachel smiles and thinks to herself, "I know."
A/N: You guys light up my life. No but seriously. Thank you for the reviews. P