Random Pezberry Thought of the Day #241:

While Rachel loved the rain, thunder made her anxious. Santana was the only person Rachel knew who could make fun of her for it but make her feel better at the same time.

#242:

Unable to stop herself inhaling sharply as Santana stalked closer to her, Rachel's heart pounded. The other girl's eyes were dark, predatory, voice purring as she cupped Rachel's shoulders, holding her in place as she stepped even closer, pressing their chests together. "Berry…"

Rachel gasped, eyes darting down, then shooting back up as Santana's hand wrapped around the back of her neck, fingers tangling in her hair. "S-San," she whimpered.

Santana smirked, leaning in, plush lips pursing close to Rachel's. "Berry, Berry, Berry," she husked, turning her head, lips sliding along Rachel's cheekbone, body pressing up against hers, "I've seen you looking…"

"A-at you?" Rachel licked her lips. She had to close her eyes, focusing on not pushing forward, into Santana. "I… I haven't." She prayed it sounded even halfway believable.

Santana's lips turned up, tongue darting out to lick Rachel's earlobe, Rachel gasping and shivering, hands curling tightly at Santana's waist. As sharp teeth latched on that same earlobe, she squeaked and jerked. "S-San!"

"I'mma tell you something," Santana purred, hand sliding down Rachel's neck and upper chest, making Rachel whimper again.

"Wh-what?"

Santana smirked. Nuzzled her ear. Then inhaled again, chest pressing harder against Rachel. Her voice was positively sinful, searing into Rachel's ears as she bit Rachel's earlobe again, "I like yeast in my bagel, but not in my muffin."

…

What?

Jerking awake, it took Rachel a couple of confused moments to realize she was on the couch, legs tangled with Santana's as the TV glowed across from them. Feeling uncomfortably warm and sweaty, as well as very aware of how close Santana was to somewhere awake and pounding, Rachel scrunched her legs up, twisting to sit on the couch properly. Freezing as Santana shifted, mumbling something about, "Hobbit, get out of the vanilla frosting," Rachel stared at the slumbering girl, her heart hammering in her chest, before turning to where an infomercial for Yeast-I-Stat played.

Oh.

Swallowing, Rachel stood up, swayed a bit, spared one more glance at Santana, then hurried as quietly as she could off to her bed.

(Tumblr tags: this scene came to me out of nowhere, so i ran with it, ;p)

#243:

"The best thing one can do when it's raining is to let it rain!"

Groaning, Santana threw the nearest thing to her - a pencil - at the eager girl pressing in near the classroom's window. "Oh. My. God, Berry! No one'sasking you!"

(Tumblr tags: can you tell it's summer and i already miss the rain?, XD)

#244:

Rachel barely glanced at the bottle of Coca-Cola Santana set down next to her. "That's very sweet of you to bring me a drink," she offered, eyes already back to scanning her script as Santana settled into the seat next to her, her own bottle in front of her, cupped in her hands, "But as you know, I don't drink soda."

"Look at the bottle."

"It's too full of sugars and carbs and, though my dental health is objectively better than it was before I started seeing Dr. Carl, it doesn't mean I want to possibly do any damage to my teeth. However, saying that…"

"Look at the bottle."

"…As I know you have no such compunction, as your dental health, as you've so proudly shared, is perfect, I do not wish to shame you for your love of the beverage." Rachel stopped to turn a page, taking the time to turn her head to smile at Santana. "So please, go ahead and enjoy it for yourself. I will still appreciate the sentiment. Thank you, Santana. Though, if you'd like, I wouldn't say no to a nice iced tea or iced water instead…"

"Rachel. Can you just look at the bottle?"

The surprise at the actual use of her name caused Rachel to blink and look down; then, registering the label on the bottle, she blinked and looked back up, lips parted.

Santana's hands were curled deceptively tightly around the bottom of a Coke bottle that also read Girlfriend.

"I…" Rachel licked her lips and gazed at Santana. The other girl's expression was tense, eyes dark, and as Rachel watched, she inhaled through her nose, body wavering. "Does this suggest… What I think it does?"

It was Santana's turn to lick her lips. She rolled her shoulders up, a hand disengaging to push her hair behind her ear. "You know, I didn't expect you to drink the soda. I just, when I saw them, I had to buy them before I lost my nerve. You know? It seemed so… Perfect."

"Spur of the moment perfect?" Rachel asked quietly.

Santana nodded. "Yeah." Then, after a beat, with Rachel breathing deeply as she studied her, Santana almost laughed, shaking her head. "Yes, Berry. It means what you think it means."

Squealing, and then squealing again after slapping her hands over her mouth, Rachel nodded energetically, barely managing a few moments before she was up and out of her chair, skirting around the table to jump onto Santana's lap. "Yes! Yes!" Luckily, Santana had pushed back in preparation, so there was nothing keeping Rachel's arms from wrapping around her shoulders, her legs closing tight around her legs, and then Rachel, practically vibrating, waited expectantly.

"You're on me," Santana stated, squeezing Rachel's waist, "God, you're a weirdo." Belying her tone, her eyes were twinkling, and Rachel only nodded, smiling and biting her lower lip.

Santana easily sucked that lower lip into her mouth a second later.

Later, when Santana reached for the Coca-Cola she had originally set in front of her, Rachel abruptly yelped a "No!", making Santana's hand jerk to a stop. "No," she repeated more softly, flushing, the soda now safely in her grasp, "I, I want to keep this."

"But you don't want to drink it," Santana smiled.

Raising her chin, smiling bashfully just before Santana's mouth settled over hers again, Rachel agreed. "No, no I don't."

(Tumblr tags: it is SHAMEFUL how long this one took me to just FINISH, i've had the idea since coke had announced they were doing their summer name thing again, XD)

#245:

Santana always smoked when she drank.

Santana drank whenever she had the money.

Rachel wished she did neither.

#246:

Santana seriously loved Rachel. She just… Didn't like her sometimes.

The feeling was mutual.

(Tumblr tags: fortunately in some universes they worked at it, made time and talked to each other, tried, and grew stronger for it, unfortunately in other universes it wasn't worth it, or they didn't care enough, or they were too young and they fell apart, moved on, and let each other go, in some more universes they never started, never went past friends, or never took a chance, a moot point, and in the last more disturbing sad universes, they ignored it and let it fester, hurt, continue, and never get better, these tags of course are assuming romantic love for the majority of them, the sentiment still works for platonic love as well however, and works for THEM particularly platonically as well, (i swear i'm not trying to make all my latest rptotds negative!, it's just what i've come up with between fic ones, XD)

#247:

While she'd had suspicions before, the moment Rachel stepped in close, hand wrapping around Santana's wrist of the hand that held the batter spoon, leaning in and licking the dollop of vegan whipped cream that Santana'd taste tested only a moment before from the corner of her mouth, Santana knew she hadn't been reading the signs wrong.

(Tumblr tags: of course she'd just stood there, staring with her mouth open at the other girl, as she blushed but smiled beatifically up at her, before turning and practically skipping out of the kitchen with a 'can't wait!' wafting after her, 'goddamn smug little... sexy hobbit')

#248:

The blind date her cousins had set up for her when she went to visit them for the Summer, with someone they said would be perfect for her, a teenage girl her age in one of the other summer houses down the lane whose personality was apparently a perfect match for Rachel's intensity and tendency towards self absorption, had certainly not been what Rachel had expected.

"Santana?"

(Tumblr tags: 'fuck me' santana groaned leveling an annoyed flat glare onto her, 'nuh uh no i am not spending my summer with this incredibly obnoxious dwarf two doors down from me, BREATHING in the same state as her was already too close and now even THAT'S been taken away from me, quick someone give her something shiny so she'll go and bury it in her hoard and leave us alone', 'believe me santana this is in no way ideal for me either, and for god's sake can't you even at least PRETEND to be cordial in front of my family?', i would read the CRAP out of this, 'forced' to hang out together all summer, away from brittany and quinn and finn - who was trying to get back together with rachel, and santana and rachel slowly showing each other who they were away from school, ending up with them dating by the end of the summer, spending time at santana's summer house or rachel's cousins' summer house, with town visits in between and long car drives and the annual summer fair, and dealing with falling in love with all the first times associated with it with the threat of school looming up before them, the CRAP out of it i say, the CRAP)

#249:

Rachel certainly never expected her junior year of high school to end with Sam and Santana vying for her affections.

(Tumblr tags: (because why not?, someone's feeling the, and then with insanity, feels...))

#250:

It was there, clear as day. Having followed a Facebook feed, her heart stammering as her lungs constricted at I enjoyed our time together, and the responding Like it's so hard to spend time with you, Santana's attempt at keeping an open mind had derailed even further at the text staring up at her as she unlocked her girlfriend's cell.

Give me a couple of hours, Rachel had responded an hour ago to the text from someone known as J, a text that had consisted of: When do you think you'll be able to get away from Santana?

Santana dropped Rachel's phone. Clattering on the kitchen counter, its screen darkened as it blanked up at her. Still trying to make her lungs inhale a full lung's amount of air, she had to support herself against the granite, turning her head so the tears in her eyes wouldn't overflow.

She'd thought they were good. She'd thought they were happy.

Having not been the smoothest of love stories, nor the most romantic, Santana had still thought they were in a good place. After all, hadn't Rachel just looked at her, eyes bright and cheeks flushed, telling her that she loved her? And hadn't Santana just reached out, cupping her cheek and pulling her in for a laughing, smiling kiss as she said the same back?

Except… Three months in and Rachel was moving behind her back.

Barely turning her head when a noise sounded, announcing Rachel's reentrance into the kitchen, Santana could hardly move for the stiffness in her throat. She set her jaw, fighting against the burning in her eyes.

"You're still in here?" Rachel asked perkily, heading straight for the refrigerator, "Weren't you going to meet me in my room?" Taking out a bottle of iced tea, she took a sip, her eyes crinkling as she smiled at Santana.

Santana couldn't meet her eyes. "I…" Her voice was thick in her chest, weighing down her words.

Rachel paused. "San?" She frowned, moving closer, "Are you okay? Did something happen?"

Pushing away from the counter, Rachel's phone in front of her, Santana whirled so her back hit the edge, her arm wrapped around her waist and her hand covering her mouth. "You're cheating on me?" she rasped, barely managing the words.

Rachel's lips parted, her bottle of iced tea dropping down. "What?"

Santana closed her eyes. Her arm tightened around herself. "Who's J?"

"J?"

"J!" Shoving forward, towards Rachel, Santana practically threw Rachel's abandoned phone at her, just soft enough so it barely hit her chest, Rachel's hands coming up fast enough to catch it. "'Give me a couple of hours'," she parroted harshly, "'To get away from Santana'."

Her cheeks whitening, brows tightening, Rachel looked up at Santana. "You looked at my phone?" she whispered.

Santana violently rolled her eyes. "Yeah, I looked at your phone! But only after - - Facebook." She crossed her arms.

"Facebook?"

"Facebook where everyone could see!" Santana hissed. She slashed her hand out. "You're not even trying to hide it!"

"Hide what?" Straightening, Rachel pushed her phone into her pocket, setting her iced tea down a second later; she stepped forward, hands coming up as if to cup Santana's thin shoulders, only stopping, wavering in the air. "I have nothing to hide," she stated. "Nothing. And I don't appreciate you looking at my phone, either, Santana! That's private."

"Is it private? Really?" Santana scoffed. She wasn't willing - or able - to back down. "It was on fucking Facebook!" she snapped. "Anyone can see!" She slashed her hand back towards herself, almost hitting her chest. "I could see!"

Rachel, reaching once again towards her, abruptly dropped her hand, her fingers curling harshly into the hem of her blouse. "See what?"

"You cheating on me. Jesus, Rachel!" Santana rasped out again, tears overflowing, finally falling, "It was all there!" She thumped her hand violently against herself, this time actually impacting her chest, "Getting away from me - flirting - just like you - enjoying your 'time together' and needing - " Her voice broke, her words hollow in her chest, "Needing to see each other again without me - " She choked, her voice rising. "Without me knowing? I used to cheat all the time, Rachel! I know what cheating looks like!"

Santana's words echoed through the kitchen.

Rachel recoiled, her face shuttering.

Unable to stand the non-response vibrating between them, Santana snapped, her hands quickly, painfully, dashing at her eyes so she could just look at Rachel, eyes burning. "Well?"

Rachel inhaled. "I see." Setting her shoulders and raising her head, her eyes were dark, stormy - almost the result of what was past caution, Santana uncomfortably thought - piercing into Santana's. She met Santana's gaze squarely. "Please get out of my house, Santana."

"What?"

"Please get out of my house," Rachel repeated flatly, any concern about Santana's emotional state quickly buried, "We'll talk when you've calmed down."

"What the fuck are you talking about?" Santana spat. She was shaking now, her heart beating out through her breastbone. It felt like this was almost a last ditch effort before their relationship truly crashed and burned. She was terrified. "Talk - talk later?" Her voice rose, almost pulled violently out of her chest, leaving it harsh and panicked - mean, "You're crazy if you think we're not going to hash this out right here, right now!"

(Tumblr tags: escorted out of the house by rachel's father, santana could barely stop herself from crying, she was heartbroken and convinced her relationship was over, and barely able to safely make her way home, she ended up falling into a fitful sleep only to be woken up by her phone buzzing, 'i'm not cheating on you' rachel whispered, voice raw and sniffling 'i promise', opening her mouth tears wet in the corners of her eyes santana wanted to believe her, she really really did, (so this has been an ask in the making for YEARS, most of it was written ages ago, i just finally brushed it off and added bits here and there, it was just finally time to let it go, oh santana))