Random Pezberry Thought of the Day #341:

The first time Rachel's lips brushed along Santana's cheek, a casual thing in goodbye, Santana had to work hard not to outwardly react. It was like a sudden sock to her lungs, taking her breath away as heat rippled from the contact, the places on her shoulders Rachel's hands distractedly, softly gripped before pulling back shocking before twitching as she straightened and cleared her throat to just as casually-blithely-distractedly tell Rachel she'd see her later as well.

(Tumblr tags: a fleeting scene/feeling that came to me while i was in the middle of doing something else, i know it's a dump of a long sentence but oh well, it is what it is)


#342:

Courtesy of an anon!:

It's kind of surprising when she realizes it, but even after… Everything, if Rachel knew then what she knows now, she would do it all again. She wouldn't give up the good times with Santana for anything. And there were a lot of good times. Almost enough, actually. Almost.

(Tumblr tags: you anon have killed me with this, so simple and beautiful and tearing out heart-able, ouch ouch ouch)


#343:

"I just don't…" Rachel's jaw trembled. She closed her eyes, inhaling. "See where this is going."

Warm hands cupped her face. Santana, expression severe, moved in until she was almost forehead to forehead. "Well there's your problem, Berry," she husked, swallowing, eyes wet, voice intense, "Keep your eyes open and we'll be fine."

(Tumblr tags: a bit from a scene that wanted to tear my heart apart)


#344:

Her ice cream was melting. Frowning at the white and beige sludge dripping down the cone, Santana sighed, and, after a wavering half-hearted motion, tossed it into the nearby trash can. Score one for Sue, she mentally groused - even without being a Cheerio anymore she was still guilt tripping her into not eating.

Which. There was the crux of her melancholy. Without cheerleading, what did she have? Glee was fun, and she loved singing, but that wasn't something she could count on for a definite scholarship. She had no prospects, no cheerleading, and now, no ice cream.

"I need this to bolster my application to NYADA," she heard from down the hallway. "The better my application is, the more money I can get to attend."

Santana rolled her eyes, walking past Lady Face and Man Hands and wishing she still had that ice cream. She could have thrown it at them, or at least just threatened to throw it at them.

"You should talk to Miss Pillsbury because as uniquely unhelpful as she can be, she still has some pamphlets about scholarships," Kurt said.

Wait. Scholarships?

Santana paused at the end of the hallway, leaning back against a few lockers and nonchalantly inspecting her nails. Maybe there was something to this NYADA business, she thought, watching Rachel and Kurt chatter. If they could get music scholarships, then she definitely could, too.

She continued loitering.

"That's true…" Rachel sounded mostly unconvinced, "But I guess I just… Didn't think she really did anything?"

Wait wait wait. Santana paused, a thought suddenly coming to her. Rachel needed a scholarship? Weren't her fathers loaded? She turned partially to the side, studying Rachel's profile. The girl looked earnest and disgustingly sincere. Santana gagged on principal.

"Honey, what did I say? I said she has pamphlets."

"I know, but…" And Rachel sighed, her whole body slumping. "Would she really have pamphlets for scholarships that I could use?"

There it was again. Santana frowned, glaring down at her nails. Rachel was stacked.

Wasn't she?

(Tumblr tags: gosh i don't even know how old this is but here, have a start to a fic that never fleshed out, :}, (and now here i go getting paranoid that stacked as synonym for rich isn't common), (synonym slang whatever))


#345:

"I thought you said we weren't going to do this again."

"I… Santana, you're not being fair."

"Really?"

"Santana – "

"Really, Rachel? I'm not being fair?"

(Tumblr tags: a snippet that made my heart hurt from the possibilities when i found it in my bits n' pieces file)


#346:

It was a bad idea but Santana was drunk and a dunk Santana knew no fear so she cornered the hobbit at the party. Staring down at her while ignoring the stream of what were probably heated protests she pressed her fingers to Rachel's lips and told her in no uncertain terms how much she thought about gettin' all up in those short-ass skirts of hers.

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And an add-on by pauladeroma!

Santana doesn't remember anything she said the next day, bit she does notice that Rachel's skirts seems slightly shorter when they go back to school on Monday.

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And my add-on tags!

oh rachel, that's one way to get your wanted lady to notice you...


#347:

Courtesy of pauladeroma!

Rachel was so focused on finding a strong leading man that she had never considered the possibility of a leading lady. That's until she heard Santana Lopez's strong and husky voice belting Amy Winehouse while she showered in the locker room. Rachel leaves the room without being noticed and already creating a plan to bring Santana to the Glee club and turn the cheerleader into her leading lady… And maybe something more in the future.

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And here's my response and tags!

*gif of Santana opening her mouth into a grin* yes yes yes yes yes yes yes yes YESSSSSS!, this is my weakness, one of my absolute weaknesses, YES!, thank you!


#348:

Rachel was cold. Her stomach and chest and face in the pathway of the wind that blew past the window, she figured the only slightly warmer part of herself was the palm of her hands clenched tight around the sill of the window. She couldn't remember when it became normal to practically hang outside of her window, but she didn't care. The coldness allowed her to think.

So she and Santana had kissed.

Under the influence of alcohol! she wanted to scream a second later, but she didn't. She didn't. Instead, she stared at the boringly gray wall of the apartment building next to hers. Because, what did it mean, even if it was under the influence of alcohol? Did that automatically negate it?

With Blaine, her last kissing partner in the wilds known as being drunk, she had been attracted to him even before their doomed exercise in faux-dating. So did that mean she had been attracted to Santana before this?

Did that mean - - was she even attracted to Santana now?

(Tumblr tags: another random from my bits 'n pieces file, at least the beginning of a thought process piece, if anyone wants to take it on or expand...?, :D.)


#349:

"Now if you'll excuse me, Santana, as I have laid out the reasons why a liaison between us would never work, I have to get ready to go home." Finishing changing her books for the weekend, Rachel closed her locker and turned back around, ready to go on her way. Only, Santana was still in her path, and Rachel stopped abruptly, large eyes flying up to stare at her.

"What?" Santana asked, glare severe.

"You're… You're still here." Rachel looked very confused.

"Uh, duh, Twinkle Toes." Santana crossed her arms, jaw tensing. "We's not done discussing how we don't have a relationship."

"I…" Rachel held up a hand, as if begging for a moment, looking down, "I, mmm, please excuse me for a moment, but, normally my talking scares away everyone."

Santana inhaled, shaking her head as she briefly turned as if asking for patience from above. Then, turning back, her eyes shuttered as she met Rachel's. "Explains why your talking just sounded like garbled Peanuts adult garbage."

When Rachel's lips parted, her adopting an affronted look, Santana rolled her eyes, taking a step forward towards her. "Look. Berry." Her voice lowered, as if wanting only Rachel, and Rachel alone to hear her, "If you'd said things of consequence, I'd'a been more inclined to listen past the squawking of your beak. Except you didn't. All you said? It amounted to nothing more than 'You popular; me loser.'"

"No it didn't!"

Eyes flashing as Rachel's voice rose, Santana glared at her. "Yes. It did."

Teeth clacking shut, Rachel took a deep breath, staring at the girl in front of her. "How does," and she made sure her voice was modulated, "Explaining to you that we are of two different worlds who can't even seem to get along telling you that it's because you are - " Her hands snapped up, making bunny ears, "Popular and I am not the reason I won't date you?" She scoffed, chest heaving as she straightened, "Are you really so - so desperate that you need to turn to me to 'get your jollies off'?"

"Fuck you."

Rachel flinched at the sound of Santana's voice, her mouth opening.

"Fuck, you just - " And - - Santana stopped. She just… Stopped. Stepped back. Her hand sliding over her hair, she laughed, a short, non-humorous thing. "Almost got me, Berry."

"What?"

"Almost…" And Santana sighed, lips quirking up, dark eyes meeting Rachel's. "God, you are so used to pushing people away, aren't you? What? Is it so people don't hurt you first?" Santana nodded, her hand settling on and tightening on her hip. "Just the type of hypocritical, extra shit I'd expect from you."

(Tumblr tags: another beginning of something that never came together, still i love parts of this so much)


#350:

Courtesy of an anon!:

Rachel knows it's dumb, but she'd just started feeling like she and Santana might be something, you know? And then she saw the smile Santana sent Brittany today. She knows now. If Brittany wanted Santana, whatever they are would be over in a second. But, for the moment, Rachel can pretend that nothing's changed, that she doesn't know what she knows. She doesn't want to stop. Not yet. And just maybe she'll be able to nip these feelings telling her she's lying to herself in the bud before they ruin everything.

(Tumblr tags: thank you!, oh anon, my heart, my heart...)