Pezberry Week | Valentine's Day
A single red rose, a beautiful bracelet and matching earrings, a small stuffed elephant with a blue bow on its head, a giant teddy bear that was half her size, and at least one singing Valentine gram during every class period. (She had gotten three during her history class.) There were two separate boxes of vegan chocolate and a box of chocolate covered strawberries.
"Do you think you have enough stuff?" Kurt asked, dropping into the chair next to her in the choir room.
"You didn't send all this stuff to yourself, did you?" Mercedes quipped, shooting Rachel a smile.
"Of course I didn't do all of this for myself," Rachel said, crossing her legs and rearranging her cache of presents.
"Who are they from?" Tina spoke up.
"I have no idea," Rachel replied. "Everything has just been signed, 'your secret admirer.'"
"Okay, I'm going to ask again: did you send all this stuff to yourself?"
Rachel huffed, standing up. She grabbed her backpack and threw it over her shoulders, filling her arms with all of the trinkets she had amassed over the course of the day. "No, Mercedes, I did not send all of these presents to myself and I'm offended that you would suggest such a thing," she scoffed, squaring her shoulders and walking out of the room with her head held high.
She collided with something firm as she stepped out. Two hands gripped at her hips, steadying her as she struggled to carry everything.
"Whoa, Berry," Santana smirked. "Where's the fire?"
Rachel narrowed her eyes, shooting a glance into the choir room and stepping away from the door, Santana's fingers still firmly holding on to her. "I thought we agreed that we were going to keep today a low-key affair," she hissed.
Santana's smirk fell and she eyed the assorted items Rachel was holding. She took the large teddy bear from her and looped her arms around its neck. "This is low-key," she said. "You should have seen the special strap— well you know what, that doesn't matter," she shook her head as Rachel's eyes widened.
"Come on," Santana said. "You can't hold it against me for wanting to give my girl everything she deserves for Valentine's Day," she added, her lips quirking upwards.
Rachel looked down the hallway before turning back to look up at Santana, returning her small smile. "Thank you," she said, "but there's really only one thing I wanted from you today."
Santana shrugged. "Name it and it's yours."
"A-a kiss," Rachel said simply.
Santana glanced down the same hallway Rachel had a moment before. She licked her lips. "Here?"
Rachel nodded, ducking her head. Her face burned.
"Done," Santana grinned, dropping the teddy bear and throwing her arms around Rachel's shoulders, kissing her firmly, her lips catching Rachel's bottom lip between them. "Happy Valentine's Day," she whispered against Rachel's lips.
Rachel's gifts fell to the floor as she reached forward, hands running over Santana's waist. "The best," she sighed.
"You know you're gonna pick that up," Santana said, pulling away slightly and grinning. "I paid good money for that shit."
"Shut up," Rachel rolled her eyes, leaning forward and kissing the corner of Santana's mouth as she laughed.