Pezberry Week Day 2: Mafia!Santana and BurlesqueDancer!Rachel
"Can I get you another drink, ma'am?" The raven haired woman looked at the bartender from her seat at the bar.
"Nah, but can you get me a club soda?"
"Sure thing," he said taking her tumbler and walking away.
"Thanks," she responded as she looked towards the stage. A small brunette was dancing center stage with two blondes flanking her and copying her movements. She ignored the hazel-eyed blonde and paid no attention to the leggy blue-eyed blonde beside her. Her eyes remained focused on the brunette with the chocolate brown eyes.
"Santana."
"Hmm," The Latina paid no mind to the voice calling her name.
"Santana," the person touched her arm hoping to finally gain her attention. Still, he went ignored. Santana continued to watch the tiny dancer until the music faded and the three dancers grabbed the pieces of their costumes. The brunette made eye contact with Santana and winked.
"If you ever touch me without permission again, I will greet you with an ice pick to the trachea."
"My apologies San."
"What's up Puck?"
"Dad says he's leaving now, I'm gonna go with him. I will see you later."
"Alright," Santana watched her twin walk away.
"Hey Blaine, can I get a Jack and Coke?" the bartender nodded as Santana turned to the owner of the soft voice.
"I'll pay for the drink, Blaine," the man nodded and handed the dancer her drink.
"What is a pretty young lady like you doing working in a club like this?"
"I don't like people hitting on me before or after my shift."
"I wasn't hitting on you, it was merely a question you don't seem interested in answering."
The two women sat in silence for a few moments. Before the brunette chuckled and answered, "I needed a job to pay for school. Waitressing wasn't paying enough."
"And becoming a burlesque dancer was not as sleazy as being a stripper," Santana added knowingly.
"Yep, so what are you doing sitting here all by yourself?" the dancer took a sip of her drink.
"I was here with my brother and father. They left a little while ago."
"Okay."
"So, you don't have a boyfriend to help pay your tuition?" the Latina asked hopefully.
"No, I left him behind in Ohio. I refused to bring any high school baggage with me to New York."
"I understand."
"Rachel!" the women turned around to see a young man walking towards the bar. He hesitated when he saw Santana sitting next there.
"He's my ride, so I have to go. I'll see you around," Rachel smiled and walked away with the guy.
Santana could hear him talking as he led Rachel to the door. "Don't talk to people like her."
"What?"
"Not everybody is good Rachel."
You got that right, Santana thought throwing a couple fifties on the bar as she waved to Blaine.
The next night Santana sat on the same stool she had the night before and waited for Rachel and her blondes to finish their performance. Santana smirked when she saw Rachel blush as she walked to the bar.
"Your back."
"Yep."
"What are you doing here this time?"
"I had some business to take care of. My intention is to be vague before you ask."
"Okay." The two sat in a surprisingly comfortable silence for a few minutes before Rachel spoke. "I'm sorry about my brother yesterday."
"If you're referring to him interrupting us getting to know each other, it's fine."
"I guess you heard what he said then."
"Yeah, and tell him, he's never seen what a real bad guy looks like," Santana responded as she walked to the front door. She turned back, looked Rachel in the eye and said, "My name is Santana by the way."
"Yo, San! Dad wants to know if you can take care of that Michael guy today. He said he's been holding money."
"I'll be there while you handle him."
"Alright."
"Hey, Puck. I just got a call from Michael he said he was bringing his sister with him," Santana and Puck's friend Mike said, walking onto the patio where Santana had been reading.
"Crap!"
"What's wrong? Did you like sleep with his sister or something?"
"Rachel is his sister."
"That dancer from the burlesque club that you've been seeing? You're gonna have to be careful how you handle this," Puck stated.
"The easiest thing to do will be to just tell her the truth, I guess."
Puck and Mike shrugged. "Whatever you say San."
"Who are you really?" Rachel was sitting on Santana's bed, watching the Latina sketch something from the leather chair across from the bed.
When Michael and Rachel had arrived, the latter was shocked to see the Latina twirling an ice pick as she looked out into the expansive backyard. Puck was sitting with a wooden baseball bat in his lap. Michael had explained what he had been doing for the past few months; the reason why Rachel and her friends were able to secure jobs at the club, even though they were underage and why she was being paid more than the more experienced dancers. He had been working for the mafia; specifically the Lopez family.
"Santana Lopez, first born child of David and Cecilia Lopez and twin sister of Noah 'Puck' Lopez, former boss to Michael Berry, older brother of Rachel Berry. I'm sorry for not telling you before, I try not to get potential girlfriends involved with my family, my past. I was enjoying spending time with you."
"I wish you would've told me. But I understand what you're saying though. As long as you don't get in trouble or get hurt, I think we'll be fine."
Santana nodded and showed Rachel what she had been sketching. It was the inside of the bar where Rachel worked. Santana was standing in between the tables wearing a black pants suit and a black fedora as she watched Rachel dance on stage. Both girls' faces were adorning smirks and watching the other.
"That is amazing."
"Well, I had to learn some type of nonviolent skill," Santana stated crawling into her bed beside Rachel. The tiny dancer smiled as the Latina kissed her cheek.