Title: New Experiences.
Rating: M for language (namely Puck's admittedly hot potty mouth) and themes of a sexual nature.
Pairing: PuckleBerry. Other pairings subject to change.
Spoilers: None. Set after Sectionals.
Summary: Follow Rachel Berry as her life taken an unexpected turn of events. Fed up of being known as the 'freaky obnoxious loser', Rachel's determined to change. So when she is offered an opportunity that will do exactly that, that she simply can't refuse.
Disclaimer: I acknowledge that I don't own Glee nor none of its fabulous characters, or the songs used in this fic.
Note: I freaking love you guys! Thank you to everyone who reviewed, they were all so kind and really made me happy. Sorry for the long wait, promise I'll make up for it. Also another thank you to those who credited my brilliant beta, LynZann! She deserves it! Because of her and you guys, I am able to write this story! This chapter goes out to you all, you're all my muses. (So I got more than 1, sue me!) This chapter is nothing serious, just shopping 2.0 and some bonding between PezBerry. No Puck yet, but he'll be the next chapter as day 1 of the bet begins! Are you guys as excited as I am? ;o) And please you guys, if there's anything that YOU would like to see wrote in here, don't be shy - I'll do my best to figure something out. I LOVE YOU GUYS :o) xx LynZann if you'd like to add anything...
Nothing to add, just enjoy the story and as always REVIEW! She deserves it! =D=D=D=D
Chapter four.
Rachel chewed her lip nervously as she stood beside Santana and eyed the hairdressing and beauty salon in front of her. They'd been standing there in the exact same position for around 10 minutes now; Rachel trying to put off going inside and Santana trying to push her in there.
"Rach..." Santana groaned. "Can't we just go in there already?"
"I don't know; I'm worried." Rachel replied as she carried on chewing her bottom lip.
"About what? Have you never been to a hairdresser's or something?" Santana retorted sarcastically.
"Of course I have Santana!" Rachel snapped. "It's just the name... it worries me." Rachel said slowly eyeing the big sign.
"I know it sounds crazy and all, but honestly Rach, this hairdresser is the best you can get in Lima." she laughed. "Put it this way, if this place shut down? I'd be driving a very long way to get my hair cut." she laughed.
"Yeah that may be so; but curl up and dye? Seriously?" Rachel cringed. "It's kind of... I don't know, depressing? Frightening? Ridiculous?"
"We'll be fine, now come on! Move your sexy ass, chop chop; we got a time schedule!" Santana grinned as she took hold of Rachel's wrist and dragged the reluctant female into the salon, still holding Rachel's wrist as she confirmed their appointments with the receptionist.
"Hey girls. Why don't you come on out back and we'll get your hair all done!" A middle aged blonde smiled warmly as she led the girls out back, pointing for Santana to sit in one seat and Rachel in the next. "I'll be doing your hair today sweetie." she smiled at Rachel. "And Lana will be doing yours as usual Santana... ah speak of the devil." she smiled as brunette female, Lana, came through the room and smiled.
"Santana, lovely to see you again Hun!" Lana smiled as she pulled a cape round Santana's neck. "The usual?"
"Nice to see you too Lana, and yeah just the usual for me; take of the dead ends and add some layers. Wash, cut, blow dry and of course styled. Oh and this is my friend, Rachel." Santana said as she gestured to Rachel, handing her over a magazine to pass the time.
"That I can do. Hello Hun, new around here? You'll be a regular in no time." Lana winked at Rachel, who smiled brightly in response.
"So what would you like done sweetie? You have such lovely hair; it's in great condition. Oh and I'm Cassie by the way." she smiled.
"It's a pleasure to meet you Cassie, I'm Rachel. And I think I'll just have-" Rachel smiled at the women, but Santana's voice cut hers off.
"She'll have a choppy eyelash-grazing full fringe, long layers throughout and face-framing layers starting at the chin. Oh and perhaps have her hair dyed a shade darker? A more glossy chocolate brown preferably." Santana listed off with grin, sending a coy smile at Rachel. "Trust me babe." she said as she smacked her lips together
"I don't know about that Santana. It all seems a bit too much..." Rachel squeaked, she'd had her hair cut previously on many occasions, but only a small trim and a small fringe. Noticing Santana's pout, she relented. "OK, sure. What she said." Rachel grumbled to Cassie.
"OH I like the sound of this, is it a make-over?" Cassie grinned as she pulled a cape around Rachel's front and shoulders.
"Yes it is." Rachel answered almost bashfully. "It's for this stupid bet I made at school..." Rachel then proceeded to tell Cassie and Lana the story about the bet she had going on with Puck, describing Puck to a T and how badly she was determined to win. By the time she had finished Cassie was shaking her head in amusement, and Rachel felt much more relaxed. "It's terrible right? But it needs to be done."
"Well in that case we'll have you looking even more gorgeous than you already do. Let me just a grab a towel to put up over the mirror, that way it will be more of a surprise when I'm finished." Cassie smiled as she reached over and covered the mirror. "Oh I love make-overs!"
"Right then Rachel. You ready?" Cassie smiled. Rachel hesitantly nodded in response Cassie began snipping away placing the dye all over Rachel's hair. The whole time Rachel felt comfortable, talking with Cassie, Santana and Lana. Sharing storys and gossip. Time had passed and where Rachel felt so relaxed, she was shocked when Cassie had said it was time to wash the dye off. "Oh wow, this color suits you fab Hun." she smiled.
"Now got some advice that will come in handy for when you do your hair sweet," Cassie smiled as she switched the hairdryer on. "You want to blow-dry your strands with a large round brush, but use a flat brush on the fringe to avoid "puffy '80's bangs." Believe me; you want to avoid that happening at all costs." Cassie teased, once she'd finished drying and styling Rachel's hair she reached across for a medium sized bottle.
"Once you've done all that rub some of this frizz control cream in your hands, and just rake your fingers through your locks to distribute the cream and it will give your hair more texture and shine. No grease!" Cassie promised. "Actually, you can keep this bottle."
"And..." Cassie paused to see Rachel's hair before grinning widely and raking her fingers lightly through the fringe before pulling the towel off of the mirror, "my work is done! You look amazing Hun, it really suits you." she smiled as she side-stepped so Rachel could see properly.
"Oh my God..." Rachel breathed as she admired her new 'do, "oh my God... oh my God... Oh my God!" she grinned happily. She eyed her hair and struck a few poses in the mirror pouting her lips, her new style and color really did look great on her. "Thank you so much!" she squealed.
"Wow B, check you out." Santana grinned letting out a low wolf whistle, "You look gorgeous B. Puck's not going to know what hit him!" she grinned as an after thought, and then Rachel noticed something; Santana had her hair down. "What you looking at me like that for?" Santana frowned apprehensively, "you make me so paranoid I swear."
"No it's nothing. It's just... wow; you look great with your hair down. I've never seen in down before." Rachel replied truthfully. "Other than during our numbers."
"Oh," Santana said ducking her head, "err, thanks." she blushed.
"Ha! Is Santana Lopez actually blushing? That's a first." Rachel said teasingly, poking her tongue out when Santana flipped her off.
"Ha-ha, laugh it up Berry. I'm going to enjoy hearing you scream shortly!" Santana winked before turning to Cassie and Lana.
"Waxing time ladies!" she grinned, her grin growing wider when Rachel's eyes popped.
"W-waxing?" Rachel spluttered, inwardly cringing remembering that last time she'd had a wax, as she followed Santana into a small cubicle.
"Yes that's what I said. Suck it up B, you'll feel great after I promise." Santana assured as she pulled off her spanks and nickers, gesturing for Rachel to do the same. "We're lucky we got out uniforms on, that way we'll only have to lift the skirt up." she said before leading the way out.
"OK girlies, what will it be?" Cassie smiled as she directed Santana to one bed and Rachel to another. "You'll have me again" she said to Rachel.
"I'll have the usual: the landing strip, or as I like to call it "The Playboy Strip." and Rachel will have the full Brazilian." Santana directed as she shot a mischievous smile towards Rachel when Cassie and Lana were preparing everything and slipping gloves on. "You ever had a wax before?"
"I've had it done once, about 2 months ago, I had a heart." Rachel admitted with a blush avoiding Santana's penetrating gaze.
Suddenly Santana burst out in laughter, "You, Rachel Berry, had the heart done? Did you have it..."Santana trailed off with a coy smile?
"Pink?" Rachel sighed, there's no point in hiding it now. Santana nodded sheepishly, "Yes I did." Rachel blushed.
"Right we're ready to start, you ready?" Lana grinned positioning herself by Santana's lower region as Cassie did the same to Rachel, lifting up her skirt and baring her genital area for all to see. "Ha that's priceless; you can still faintly see it." Cassie laughed pointing to the small pink area.
"No way! Let me see!" Santana sat up and leaned over to get a glimpse, "Whoa B, I thought you were kidding! That's badass." she smirked.
"I can't believe you just seen my most intimate area!" Rachel cried as she through her hands over her face to cover the obvious blush.
"Anddddd?" Santana drawled out waving it off, "Want to see mine, it's so freaking cool - look!" she grinned proudly pointing to her pubic area.
"N-no! I'm not looking!" Rach spluttered clamping her eyes tightly shut making Cassie and Lana laugh softly.
"Just look B. "You showed me yours, I got to show you mine!" Santana grinned as she reached over and pulled Rachel's hands from off her face, "Seriously Rach, just look already!" Santana groaned, and reluctantly Rachel did, bursting out in laughter once she did.
"What's funny? It's freaking cool," Santana said defensively as she lowered herself back down, Cassie and Lana setting to work. Both girls automatically shooting their arms out and grasping each others hands getting ready as they were about to suffer the pain together.
"No I didn't mean it like that, it is cool. But, well it reminded me of Noah." Rachel smiled; "You have a mohawk on your vag!" she burst out laughing.
Suddenly an idea clicked in Santana's head and her eyes started to shine. "Hey Cassie, it isn't too late to give Rach the landing strip is it?" she asked innocently shooting a quick look at Rachel and winking, "I swear what goes on this head," she paused to point to her temple, "genius!"
"No, why is that what you want now?" Cassie grinned lifting her head seeing Rachel's horrified expression.
"Yes please." Santana smirked, flinching when Lana tore a strip. "Rach, this is hurting like a mother fucker, distract me." she commanded.
"Oh, urm..." Rachel trailed off in thought before grinning brightly, "Hope that they have still got free appointments at beautician's, leg wax next Friday - the time ten past three, o I won't wear tights, not even jea-" she was silenced by Santana throwing a towel at her face.
"What the fuck was that, B?" Santana said bursting out into a loud unfeminine roar or laughter. "Oh my God..." she breathed wiping away tears.
"It's a parody song for Duran Duran's girl on film," Rachel said sheepishly, "but it's really good and it distracted you right?" she protested.
"Hit me with another verse then," Santana ordered and Rachel thought for a minute before breaking into another part of the song.
"Pries' clothes off when I get into the room that's empty breathe steady and hope that it will not hurt too much. Hot wax heats up - it is very blue
'cause there's aloe vera there somewhere, there somewhere. And I wonder why I do this again, because it really does hurt -"
"God B, just stop, stop! As great as your voice is that song is so not helping me right now!" Santana hissed as another strip was pulled.
"Well-ow!" Rachel paused and let out a yelp of pain, "what do you want me to do!" she snapped now irritated.
"Oh I know," Santana said coyly, "you can tell me why you got 'the heart', I thought you still had your V-card?" she questioned innocently.
Rachel's previous irritate demeanor vanished and she ducked her head and blushed again, "You'll laugh." she stated, gritting her teeth as another strip was pulled and clenching Santana's hand tighter. "Not long now sweetie, another strip and we're done." Cassie sympathized.
"Thank God," she and Santana breathed out in unison and slightly giggling to each other at the randomness.
"No go on tell me, please? B I swear not to laugh, and if I do I'll be laughing with you not at you." Santana promised. "Scouts honor!"
"You're not a scout? Aren't they boys?" Rachel said puzzled, gritting her teeth as the last strip was ripped. Both girls letting out a sigh of relief.
"I don't know and it's beside the point. Stop dodging my questions, just answer!" Santana laughed as she remained laying on the bed.
"Well I was feeling spontaneous one day..." Rachel said sheepishly, "and I was in a bad mood with my Dad's, but that's a story for another time, and I wanted to do something rebellious, you know? Something to get at them, to piss them off I suppose... and I considered getting a piercing but then I immediately dropped that idea, I don't want no holes in my skin, well ones that's not supposed to be there. So I figured I'd get a tattoo but by the time I got to the parlor I was too scared to go in alone; there were big scary men outside!" Rachel said in horror.
"Listen up B, quit the dramatics. Just get to the story, oh and we will be discussing that story about your Dad's and tattoo's later." Santana said.
"Fine," Rachel huffed, "so anyway there was nothing I could do to deliberately piss my Dad's off. I was surprisingly saddened by the fact but more so because I was looking forward to having a star tattooed on me, stars are kind of my thing," Rachel reminded, "so I was strolling along and feeling sorry for myself when I see this beauticians with an offer on all waxes. I've never had one done before so I thought "why not?" and then I got excited because I thought about having a star wax," Rachel blushed sheepishly, "but they didn't do them." she finished, avoiding eye contact.
As expected Santana let out a bark of laughter at the story before finally calming down, "So you had the heart?" she prodded.
"Yes. It was pink and it looked pretty." Rachel shrugged, giggling at her own ridiculousness, Santana, Lana and Cassie joining in.
"You my friend are crazy. But I love you for it, how did I ever survive without you before?" Santana said smiling genuinely.
"Beats me!" Rachel shrugged in a teasing tone. "Right captain, what's on the agenda next?" she said as she slowly sat herself up.
"Mani and Pedi's!" Santana chirped enthusiastically, "so get your hot ass up and get a move on, we haven't even been to the Mall yet!" she reminded with a grin as she easily hopped off the bed, taking a moment to adjust to the pain coursing in her genital area before slipping on her thong and spank pants.
"Captain we have a problem," Rachel said as she struggled to get off the bed, once off she stood in a squat position.
Santana took one look at Rachel and burst into another fit of laughter, "Oh... my ... God!" she breathed out wiping away tears. "Why the hell you stood like that for? Should I start calling you Kermit?" she laughed. "Ribbit, ribbit!" she added teasingly going over to help Rachel.
"Let me help you with these," she laughed as she picked up Rachel's white lace french nickers, "ooh sexy. Puck would freak if he saw these." she smirked as she helped Rachel stand into them and quickly pulling them up to mid thigh for Rachel to continue, before quickly doing the same with the Cheerio spank pants. "Red on top? He won't freak, he'd have a heart attack!" she added with a light chuckle.
"Not funny!" Rachel scowled. "And all my nickers are white."
"All of them?" Santana said confused as she rose back to her full height.
"Yes my boy shorts, my thongs, my French nickers... you get the point; they're all white." Rachel stated as she tried to stand properly.
"Why?" Santana asked, sighing when she seen Rachel struggling. Grabbing her wrist she helped Rachel into a seat. "Squatty McHotty!"
"Squatty McHotty?" Rachel tried to scowl at the nickname but only ended up giggling along with Santana, "It's better than Man hands."
"Hey no fair! I apologized for that B, you know I'm sorry." Santana said shamefully, smiling at Lana when she began the pedicure.
"I know and I've accepted your apologies every time that you have, I was just saying." Rachel shrugged, grinning brightly at Cassie.
"Good!" Santana smiled widely at Rachel who smiled brightly back, "but I know what you're doing. Now spill, white nickers?"
"White nickers?" Cassie questioned not lifting her head.
"Yes. All Rachel's nickers are white." Santana explained turning her questioning eyes on Rachel, waiting for an answer.
"All of them?" Lana asked in disbelief moving on to Santana's other foot, Cassie doing the same with Rachel.
"Yes all of them." Santana grinned at the shocked look on Lana's face. "So you care to share why, B?"
"Actually I have some purple, yellow and pink ones!" Rachel protested.
"Stop trying to avoid the question." Santana ordered, leaving no room for augment.
"MyDad'!" Rachel said quickly in one rushed breathed.
"Berry says what? In English please babe!" Santana laughed seeing her new friend's cheeks turn a light shade of pink.
"Fine!" Rachel said through gritted teeth. "My Dad's say that wearing black underwear shows that I'm ready for sex, and I am, but they don't need to know that. And red underwear show when a person is sexually active and God forbid ever having to have that conversation with them." Rachel shuddered. "So I where white underwear. White is a sign of innocence and I am innocent." she huffed in embarrassment.
All at once Santana, Cassie and Lana shared a look between one another before bursting out into loud guffaws.
"That- oh my God- that is priceless." Santana breathed out, the older two females nodding in agreement. "Rach I officially love you!" she grinned.
"I should hope so; you practically know all of me now. You've seen my vag, put my nickers on for me, and managed to force loads of embarrassing things out of me." Rachel listed. "You should have been there when I was 12. They tried buying me panties with Monday-Sunday on the bottom."
Once again the three other females let out a roar of laughter. "I just keep dropping myself in it don't I?" Rachel groaned. "That's right, go on, and laugh it up. Glad that I can be of your entertainment" Rachel grumbled. "You try having two Dad's... not that it matters, they're never around." she sighed, muttering the latter under her breath effectively silencing all remains of laughter in the room.
"Hey let's get started on those hands of yours then." Cassie smiled rising to her feet, noticing the young girls sadness and quickly changing the conversation. Rachel sent her a thankful look and nodded in agreement, "Sure, let's get started."
"OK girls, anything you want in particular?" Lana asked as she fished around in her kit for the equipment.
"Hmmm, artificial nail gels. Just a gloss on our actual nails and then tips added." Santana instructed. "White tips?" she asked Rachel.
"No thank you. I think I've got enough white in my life," she reminded with a grin, now seeing the funny side and making the other females in the room grin in response. "What other colors do you have? Oh wait, do you have black?" she asked excitedly.
"We sure do Hun." Cassie smiled as she and Lana pulled the equipment out and placed it on a tray before setting off to work.
"You are a genius Rach. Black tips are so hot, and hardly anyone has them. In fact, everyone has white tips." Santana smiled.
"Well incase you haven't already noticed, I like to be unique. But I agree, they're so much better." Rachel smiled back.
The group of four chatted and laughed together whilst they were finishing up, before they were finally done.
"Wow thanks Cassie, you've been great today." Rachel smiled leaning over to hug the older blonde women.
"No problem, sweetie. Believe me it was my pleasure." Cassie said with grin of her own.
"Yeah you girls were great; certainly made our afternoon bare able." Lana smiled as she lightly squeezed Santana's arm.
"Thanks," Santana said genuinely, "so how much do we owe you?" she asked as she and Rachel fished out their purses.
"I'll tell you what; we'll make you a deal. As long as your promise to come back soon and make us laugh like you both did today, share a few story's and definitely let us know how the bet works out, it's on us." Cassie offered as she plopped herself onto one of the chairs with a sigh of relief.
"Are you sure?" Santana and Rachel once again asked in unison, sharing a look at each other with a small grin.
"Like I said earlier, you made our day a lot more bare able then usual. But we definitely want to know how this bet works out." Lana winked.
"Well in that case book us in for another appointment." Santana smiled gratefully as she grabbed all her stuff up together.
"And you can officially consider me a regular. I'll admit when I saw the salons name I was more than hesitant to come in, but you guys are great! I love it here, you're both so friendly and welcoming and it was so relaxing. The atmosphere, everything." Rachel smiled her megawatt smile.
"Aww thank you sweetie. You're both great too, not ignorant like half or usual customers." Cassie smiled almost as brightly as Rachel, happy with the review. She quickly scribbled down some matching appointments for the pair and handed them over, scheduling them in in Lana and hers diary.
"Well we do try." Santana teased, "But really, thanks again for today. We got to go to the Mall now for some serious shopping; we got a bet to win! And when we do, you'll be sure to get credit." she added with a brilliant smile before linking her arms through Rachel's and leaving.
Once the girls reached Rachel's car they slid in and peeled away, and as the weather was still surprisingly warm Rachel allowed Santana to have the roof back because "It would look so freaking hot, B!" The rest of the journey was spent singing along to the radio and laughing and joking amongst each other. Santana even pulled out her phone and took some photos of the pair. Finally reaching their destination Rachel pulled into a lucky space that was thankfully by the front entrance, and the girls headed into the Mall arms linked, still joking around.
"Where do we begin, captain?" Rachel smiled quickly pulling her phone out to check the time. "It's just after 5:20."
"Already? We only have 3 hours left then! The Mall closes at half 8!" Santana panicked. "But first..." she said as she snatched Rachel's phone out of her hands, "strike a pose!" she ordered as she held the camera out in front of her and Rachel, leaning into said females side.
"And vogue!" Rachel replied automatically before pouting and striking some more poses.
The girls took another 7 or so photo's before going through them, picking out their favorite ones. Once both girls agreed that a particular one was both their favorite, Rachel sent them through to Santana's phone and both girls set it as their display picture.
"OK we'll start in H&M." Santana instructed now in shopping Nazi mode as she led the way. Once both girls chose a hefty amount of cute chick clothing and some denim they headed over to Abercrombie & Fitch, Hollister, Aritzia, Charlotte Russe, Forever 21 and Plato's Closet picking up many items in each store and having to run back to the car to dump the bags numerous times.
"Right what's the time now?" Santana asked as she sipped on a bottle of water which Rachel had managed to persuade her to stop for.
"18:50! Oh my God, we haven't got that long left!" Rachel worried.
"We'll we've got clothes and accessories, so we'll quickly stop at some shoes stores and that hit the 5th floor yeah?" Although it sounded a question, Santana already had Rachel's hand and was dragging her back into Saks Off 5th and then lastly DSW. Apparently "They're the only cheap places I'll ever buy heels, when we get back to mine we'll have to do some online shopping; Designer of course!" by the time they'd finished shoe shopping time was getting on, 7:50 and they only had 40 minutes left for lingerie. One last trip to the car and they were off to Victoria's Secret.
"What are your sizes, B? Waist and chest?" Santana asked as she started shuffling around through the racks, signaling for a salesperson to come over for assistance. A young plump woman, probably 4 years older than the girls, come over with a wide smile.
"I'm 32C chest and a 4 or 6 waist." Rachel answered as she also flicked through the racks, already 4 chosen sets.
"Right lady, we're on a time schedule here. Think you're going to be able to keep up?" Santana said sharply almost sounding like Sue.
"Yes ma'am. I know my underwear and I'm quick on my feet." the women said and Rachel felt the urge to roll her eyes while Santana snorted.
"Good. Right well we're the exact same size, B." Santana said as she grabbed a few more sets before turning her narrowed eyes to the short plump women. "You. You may need some more hands. I'm talking business here. We need matching sets only, we want sexy, teasing, lacy, neon and some cotton. Dark purple, black, navy blue, bright pink and loads of red and white, definitely lace. You got that?" Santana pressed. "Some silk as well."
"Yes ma'am. Stevie, Chrissy, Annie! Front and center." the woman called and another three females rushed over, the lady immediately told them everything Santana had told her and gave them their sizes, telling them to get two of each. And Rachel had to hand it to her, she was doing well.
By the time they'd paid, the left the store with around 11 bags each. Struggling to carry them out to Rachel's car, and then having trouble squeezing them in. After finally managing to fit everything in, some sprawled across their laps; the girls pulled off and headed to Santana's house, the time now 8:30. By the time they reached Santana's large house it was past 9 and both girls were exhausted, but Santana was having none of it.
"Rach you seriously can't be thinking of going to bed." Santana stressed as the females flopped back on one of the couches.
"I can too, today's been so long. Early Cheerios practice that lasted majority of the day, then school and all this shopping!" Rachel whined.
"But I was going to order us a Chinese! We could have a shower, get changed into some pj's and then lay out in front of the T.V with some nice food and a sad film! Plus we got to talk about tomorrow!" Santana reminded reaching over to the table and grabbing her mobile.
"Food? I'm awake!" Rachel grinned. "And tomorrow? What about tomorrow?" she asked dumbly.
"It's the day the bet begins?" Santana reminded slowly.
"Oh yes! How could I have forgotten." Rachel said shocked, "So what are we going to do?" she added as an after thought.
"We're going to make you, well us, really sexy and then you're going to demand to wear his jersey." Santana grinned.
"I get the first part, but why would I demand to wear his jersey?" Rachel questioned puzzled.
"It's tradition. On game days, through out the school day, a Cheerio has to wear one of the jocks jerseys." Santana shrugged.
"Oh, well that makes sense. So whose are you going to wear? Matt's?" Rachel asked with a knowing grin.
"Please, it's not like that between me and Matt; we're like brother and sister." Santana said truthfully. "And I was supposed to be wearing his, he was supposed to give it to me after school and when he didn't I text him and he said "San I'm so sorry, but Britt begged me to let her where it. Her and Mike just broke up." and that reminds me I have to ring Britt!" Santana squeaked as she pressed #1 on her speed dial.
"I'll ring Britt, and then we'll have a shower and order food okay? - Oh Hi Britt. I spoke to Matt earlier, he told me about what happened with you and Mike... No of course I'm not mad silly, I'll wear someone else's... yes I'm sure... so what happened with you and Mike?" Santana asked noticing Rachel typing out a text on her phone. "HE DID WHAT?" Santana spat through the phone, "Why... oh no Britt... that was about you and I; you and Mike were dating... are you okay? Your fine?" she asked puzzled. "Oh you like someone else, who? Matt? That's sweet; you should tell him Britt..." Santana grinned, whilst trying to peer over Rachel's shoulder to see who she was texting. "Tomorrow? That's good, I think he likes you too you know... because why else would he have let someone other than me where his jersey? okay, love you too... bye!" she ended the call.
"OK, I got gossip- who you texting?" Santana asked noticing the wicked glint in Rachel's eye, by now she was practically sat on Rachel's lap trying to reach out for the phone when suddenly it started ringing. She let out a loud huff and slumped back in her seat, eyeing Rachel suspiciously.
"Oh Hey Finn, thanks for calling!" Rachel grinned shooting a look at Santana. "Well I have a huge favor to ask you about tomorrow... no I'm not in Glee anymore am I?" she sighed. "No it's about the jersey swapping thingy-majiggy... no not for me, I'm already wearing some ones... that's why I asked you to call because I know that now that Quinn isn't a Cheerio you don't have anyone to wear yours... yes Santana, I mean why not right?" she jumped out her seat when she sees Santana launch for her, the two females chasing each other around the lounge.
"Well after all you're the star quarter back and she is the head cheerleader... yes that's great, thanks Finn... okay bye!" she chirped ending the call, shooting Santana a mock glare. "It's rude to interrupt someone when they're speaking on the phone, especially when they're doing you a huge favor!" she grinned coyly.
"Yeah well that favor wasn't wanted! I could have easily worn someone else's." Santana huffed as she grabbed the take-out menu off the shelf.
"Really? Like who's? Because I know you and you're all about popularity. Finn, Puck, Matt and Mike are the star players; what would it look like if the head cheerleader wasn't wearing one of their jerseys, hmm?" Rachel pressed with a knowing smile.
"Fine fine, your right." Santana admitted. "Not to mention it would totally piss Quinn off. Thanks, B!" She grinned. "Now what food do you want?"
"Chicken chow Mein!" Rachel replied vastly, her stomach growling for effect.
"You like worms?" Santana asked and laughed when Rachel wrinkled her nose at the name but nodded. "Awesome me too, so that and chips?"
"Sure!" Rachel grinned looking forward to pigging out. Santana smirked and nodded before dialing the number and placing the order through, giving her address and mobile number in case they didn't get an answer at the door. After showing Rachel into the guest bedroom unsuite, Santana rushed to her own and jumped into a hot shower. Both girls changing into their pj's and slippers when they finished.
"I can't believe you talked me into buying these pjs, B." Santana muttered as she waved a hand over her torso where she was wearing a white pj top with a picture of Mickey Mouse painted across, matching short shorts, a grey cardigan and grey snug boot slippers. Her hair down and wavy.
"They're adorable like mine!" Rachel protested as she gestured to her matching pink Daisy Duck short shorts and t, pink cardigan and pink fluffy snug boots, her hair piled on top of her head. "There's no point in denying it, San; you love them. Admit it already!" she teased.
"OK, whatever. They're cute okay?" Santana admitted reluctantly, jumping to her feet when the door bell chimed. "Saved by the bell."
"Rach grab two forks from the kitchen, please! Oh and grab the Dragon Fruit Vitamin Water for me and one for yourself!" Santana called from the door way as she shuffled in with two bags, softly dropping them down to table and falling back on the couch.
"Can I have one of the Kiwi-Strawberry ones?" Rachel called out in question, already grabbing a bottle.
"Sure, B! Just hurry up and get your hot ass in here so I can eat!" Santana replied with a laugh.
Rachel skipped back into the lounge and fell back into the couch next to Santana, handing her the fork and drink she requested.
"Here you go; enjoy." Santana smiled as she handed Rachel her tub of noodles, also flicking through the TV before settling on a film.
"The Sweetest Thing- God, I haven't watched this film in ages!" Santana chirped excitedly.
"Heavennnn." Rachel drawled out with a mouthful of noodles. "Mmmm." she moaned making Santana laugh.
"Freak," Santana joked lightheartedly. "But I do agree." she had with a grin, slurping up a single noodle.
Once the girls had finished their food and cleared up after themselves they headed upstairs to Santana's room and flopped back on her large bed with a loud 'ooof' and relished the feeling the comfort Santana's bed brought.
"Thanks for today, San." Rachel yawned. "Despite that fact that you made me humiliate myself numerous times and then dragged me from store to store causing my poor little ankles to ache like hell; I had a great day." she muttered sleepily as she rolled onto her side facing Santana.
"Yeah, yeah. Blame me." Santana replied gruffly, her mouth smothered by her pillow. "But it's cool; I'm glad you had fun. I did too."
"Duh."
"Night shorty." Santana muttered as she felt her eye lids getting heavier.
"I resent that horrendous pet name. But I'm simply too tired to rant and rave at you, night loco." Rachel muttered to the sound asleep Santana.
So I know this probably wasn't the chapter that you were all hoping for, but I swear I am working on the next chapter now and trying to make it as enjoyable as I possibly can for you all! Next chapter? Day one of the bet, duh! Santana going crazy, nothing new! Rachel has a black eye, how? Brittany is back! One of the Glee kids gravitate to Team Rachel, can you guess who? Someone has a crush, just who may that be? And obviously Puck's jaw hits the floor and it's 'game on'. PuckleBerry lovin', who can resist? See (cyber see?) you in the next chap! Ciao!