Random Pezberry Thought of the Day #131:
"Seriously. I'm telling you the sex was boring. No imagination, that boy." Santana looked down at her nails, "I can't even give him a handicap for it being his first time." She smirked. "In fact, you should be thanking me for setting him on the right path and getting something as fumbling pesky initial awkwardness out of the way. So when the human whale decides that Quinnie doesn't get his jollies off anymore, you'll reap all the ben-e-fits."
Rachel stiffened. "Santana," she strained out, fighting not to turn away, "I do not want to talk about this line of conversation. I cannot I believe I give you anyinclination that I want to a) be told this, or b) ever thank you for what you did. Because I can assure you, I do not." She looked up at Santana with her eyebrows starting to furrow, the lines of her mouth turning down.
Santana scoffed. "What I did?" she crossed her arms, her own glare appearing severe on her face, "What I did, Miss Tiny Tot, was only offer Finn something he already wanted. And you know what?" She leaned in close, lowering her voice, "Hecould have turned me down. So understand this." She drew herself back again, "I may be hot shit, but if Finnhad truly loved you, he. Could. Have. Said. No." She raised an eyebrow, "I offered him sex to increase his popularity, and as you onlyjust found out a couple of months ago, he obviously never utilized that opportunity. So tell me. Why did he go through with it, then?"
(Tumblr tags: an outtake from 'keep it for when i'm famous', santana keeps it real)
#132:
Rachel: I loved Brittany.
Santana: I know.
Rachel: But I loved you first.
Santana: I know.
Rachel's deeply in love with Santana, but it's not easy approaching her and she's just not getting anywhere, so she enlists Brittany's help. However, Brittany's also in love with Santana, so while she's helping Rachel, she's also using Rachel's help as well. However, it doesn't go smoothly, and for some reason neither girl end up with Santana. Instead, somewhere along the way, Rachel and Brittany end up falling for each other. It's not settling, it's real love, and they're happy together. But then an accident happens, or sickness, and Brittany ends up passing away, leaving Rachel devastated. She avoids Santana for a couple of months, grief stricken, but then the pull is too strong and Santana was Brittany's best friend and it really isn't fair to ignore her or continue having nothing to do with her, so Rachel finally ends up tentatively approaching Santana (or Santana forces Rachel to see her) - and painful, angsty, slow burning Pezberry ensues.
(Tumblr tags: another thing from my prompts and bits doc, from around 2010 or 2011, i swear i don't enjoy killing brittany off, i'm sorry britts)
#133:
Rachel suddenly… Dimmed.
Santana stared at her. No. Damn. Way. She gave Rachel an apologetic smile.
Rachel smiled back, blushing.
Santana pumped a mental fist. Yes!
"Well, Short Stuff," she tossed both of their empty glasses at a passing waiter before turning back, "Tell me about this thing."
(Tumblr tags: context? what context?, ;D)
#134:
The day Santana realized Rachel's gulp when she approached her was from more than just preemptive preparation for a nasal beat down, was the day Santana sat back, looked at Rachel, and went, "Huh. Okay. Hello."
(Tumblr tags: it was the day she realized the girl was more, than just a reactive raised backbone, and COULD, ACTUALLY, have an honest reaction of her own)
#135:
Santana adores Rachel's singing voice.
(Tumblr tags: though she'll never tell)
#136:
Santana sighed.
Hmming, her hand starting back up with stroking the girl's hair, Rachel glanced from her book.
Sighing again, and shaking her head, pressing a quick kiss to Rachel's thigh, Santana murmured that everything was okay.
Studying Santana, seeing her smile up at her, Rachel smiled as well, teasingly tickled Santana's ear, giggled at her reflexive slap, and went back to her book.
Rolling her eyes, but pressing another kiss to Rachel's leg, Santana relaxed back into Rachel's lap, settled in, and turned her attention back to the TV.
#137:
It took Santana five straight days, a weekend, five more straight days, another weekend, and then one last Monday of serenading, followed by a vehement and witnessed verbal affidavit that she was not under the influence of a dare, or practical joke, to get Rachel to even agree to meet her at Breadstix just to discuss the idea of dating her.
(Tumblr tags: fortunately it was ALL worth it, rachel's sweet lady kisses testified to that, :D, (return of the attack of the italics!))
#138:
The first thing Sugar said to Rachel, when she found out that she and Santana were dating, was, "Wow. Bucking the blonde-brunette trend. Bold choice."
(Tumblr tags: rachel was incredibly confused, santana just laughed and slung her arm over rachel's shoulder kissing her cheek, 'don't worry about it, it's just that some weird segments of the population would've expected you n' q or me n' britts to get together', rachel frowned, 'that's just insane and... and NONSENSICAL to equate HAIR COLOR with the probability of ROMANCE', santana shrugged and nodded waving her hand in the air, 'eh just do what i do - blame tv - and ignore the haters, we're good together', snuggling into her rachel nodded firmly, 'yes we are', (i was recently reminded of this trend and - voila! XD))
#139:
The first time Rachel and Santana kissed, Rachel drew blood.
"Ah!" Santana hissed, yanking her head back, her hand coming up to touch her plump, reddened lower lip.
Rachel, already in the process of pressing her fingertip to it, paused, her hand wavering in front of Santana's mouth. "I'm - I'm so sorry! I've tried to stop doing that."
Laughing lowly, not really a laugh at all, Santana moved her fingers out, looking at the small amount of blood beaded on them. "Fuck, Berry. What is your childhood trauma?"
Impressed by the reference, but too panicked to say anything about it, Rachel frowned wretchedly, her eyebrows drawing together. Her hands wrung themselves in front of her. "I don't mean to. I just get - " She dropped her head, sniffing. "I just get excited."
"So you bite?" Pressing her fingers to her lip again, somewhat mollified when it didn't come back particularly red again, Santana licked her lips, turning her attention back onto the positively contrite looking girl in front of her. "Gotta say, that's not actually as much as a turn-off as it could be - but only in certain circumstances. The first time we lock lips? Not so much."
Rachel opened her mouth, then closed it. She sniffled, still unable to meet Santana's gaze. "I know. I'm sorry."
Pressing her hand to her hip, studying the small - even smaller than usual! - girl in front of her, Santana rolled her eyes, groaned, and reached out, cupping Rachel's elbow. "Jesus," she muttered almost to herself, hands moving down and forward to mold themselves along the other girl's hips, pulling her closer to her again. "You know…"
Rachel blinked, large doe eyes staring up at her. She looked exceedingly hopeful. "I know?"
Santana smirked, nodding. "Yeah. You know. Give me a good enough reason, and I'll come back for a second try." She leaned forward, knocking Rachel's forehead with her own. "Even if it actually hurt like a bitch. Seriously?"
Rachel's lips parted… Before she stuttered to a stop, looking down.
"But only if it's worth it," Santana finished. She watched, inordinately amused, as light, a couple of seconds later, sparked in the other girl's eyes.
Rachel looked up at her, head straightening, body pushing back. "Wait. Worth it?" Her hands tightened on Santana's shoulders. "You mean… I can…?"
"What?" Santana egged her on. "You can, what?"
And, expression firming, not actually answering her verbally, Rachel surged forward, her lips smacking against Santana's again. Then, doing her best, even better than before, to kiss Santana's lights out without biting her - she happily, wonderfully, succeeded.
(Tumblr tags: and then when their tongues got involved... rachel almost fainted, :D, my my my~, (an old prompts and bits piece yay~))
#140:
Santana and Rachel's first embrace was done under the cover of darkness, the only light from passing, intermittent street lights that glowed in the windows of Mercedes' car, one by one. It was cool and quiet, Mercedes and Tina, in the front passenger seat, humming along with Mariah Carey on the radio, oblivious as Rachel and Santana curled facing each other on the small back seat under the thin blanket Rachel had brought, secure it would be enough for just her. But it wasn't just her now, and Santana's hand settled on her side, just above her hip, the both of them exhaling as their knees brushed against each other, close so neither fell off or contorted painfully. "You better not hump me in your sleep," Santana muttered, low enough Rachel barely heard her. Closing her eyes and letting out a soft, "Just don't kick me off, and we'll be fine," Rachel relaxed. Telling herself Santana's hand was fine where it was, and it was comfortable enough for now, she snuggled into her childhood blanket, breathed in Santana's subtle perfume, and slowly, lingeringly, fell asleep.