Fic: Rachel Needs Some Action
Chapter 4: Cheesy
Author: deeha
Rating: M
Disclaimer: I do not own Glee.
Summary: Tina thinks that Rachel needs to get some action. Rachel's just been busy. But when Santana comes into the picture, Rachel seems to be less busy.
Rachel flits around her kitchen to make the Mac n' Cheese. She was going to use her big bowl tonight. Santana keeps out of Rachel's way by munching on some cashew nuts.
She asks Santana to pass her the pepper from the spice rack and then Santana starts talking about her love for the Spice Girls and mostly for Victoria Beckham. Then she starts talking about David Beckham and his abs. And then she explains how soccer is a really good workout.
By the time Santana is finished, Rachel has finished preparing the food and puts it in the oven for thirty minutes to cook.
Santana looks at Rachel.
Rachel looks at Santana.
"I think I just spoke for like fifteen minutes without interruption." Santana mused.
"I guessed you had a lot to say. It was all interesting. I was listening."
"I normally don't do that."
"What listen to others?"
Santana throws a cashew at her.
"No, talk about random things, I seem to do that a lot when I'm around you."
Rachel just smiles and bends down to pick up the cashew nut off the floor.
"Guess I'm comfortable around you."
Rachel looks up and sees that Santana was looking at her and she blushes. But then she realizes that Santana was possibly looking at her butt, so she throws the cashew back. Santana is grinning the whole time.
Rachel moves about and starts to set the table. Santana wants to help so Rachel shows her around the kitchen. Santana finds the wine glasses and pours them some wine from her box.
Rachel, the ever skeptical being that she is, waits until Santana takes her first sip. However, Santana doesn't swig it down but rotates her glass round and round to open the flavors of the wine. Rachel is mesmerized.
"Do you think it's weird we are hanging out?" Santana asks.
"A little bit. But it's nice. I think it's strange that we live in the same building."
Santana takes a sip of her wine. Rachel mimics her.
"I had to move closer to this new job of mine. I'm the house act for that bar lounge a couple blocks from here."
Rachel just about chokes on her wine.
"I think I know which bar lounge you're talking about. That's the one Tina and I got kicked out of."
Santana laughs.
"Strange coincidences huh?" Rachel wonders out loud.
"I'm glad I ran into you at that bar across the street."
"It was certainly unexpected."
"Someone might say we're meant to be."
Rachel chokes on her wine.
This time they eat at Rachel's little dining room table.
"So you've kept in touch with Tina? That's nice."
"Yes, Mike and Tina are for keeps. I'm certain that nuptial will be soon."
"That is one wedding I'd love to be at. Can you imagine if they have an open bar?"
"Yes Tina loves to have a good time." Rachel says as she chuckles into her own wine glass.
"So do I. So do I. More wine?"
Santana pours Rachel some more not really waiting for her answer.
"It's actually good. The wine." Rachel concedes.
"I know right? First impressions and such. I know there is some saying."
"I think you're looking for something like: You can't judge a book by its cover."
"That sounds right."
"Tina told me I can't judge a person by one pick up line."
"Well what's the pick up line?"
Rachel tells Santana the pickup line that the shot glass guy gave. Santana laughs.
"He even got it wrong! He is supposed to say that you're going to do him."
"That really doesn't make it any better. I think I'd still walk away."
"Yea, I got better material than that."
"I'm sure."
"Challenge?"
"Proceed."
Santana stretches her arms out and rolls her neck like she's getting ready for a competition. Rachel rolls her eyes but laughs. When Santana is done stretching she takes her wine glass and swirls it around just like before. Rachel curses herself for being easily distracted by swirling wine.
"Desearía poder enmarcar este momento, ya que son con mucho la chica más bonita que he visto."
"What does that mean?"
"I wish I could frame this moment forever because you are by far the prettiest girl I've ever seen."
Rachel mulls it over. Santana lounges back in her chair awaiting approval.
"Oh...that's cheesy."
Santana laughs and drinks more wine.
"If I can't tell what you're saying, how will I know when you're making advances?"
"You'll know. I'll be much more direct."
Rachel blushes. She can't believe that Santana caught her quoting Funny Girl.
"Santana now that's incredibly cheesy. You've seen Funny Girl?"
Santana winks at her and drinks some more wine.
"Oh by the way, great dinner, you're right, home cooking isn't all that bad." Santana says as she pours Rachel more wine...again.
They finish dinner and Rachel clears the table. Santana goes and puts on a record. Rachel is just about to soap up the dishes when Santana walks up behind her.
"You look like you gots some moves. Want to dance?"
"Is that another pick up line?"
"Maybe? Did it work? Are you interested?" Santana says as she wiggles her eyebrows.
Rachel laughs as Santana leads her to the living room. Of course Santana would put on Barry White.
"This is like the best inappropriate record ever."
"We got it together baby...the first, my last, my everything."
Rachel can't stop laughing because Santana is singing Barry White in her living room. It doesn't hurt that the wine has been coursing through her body. Who knows how many glasses Santana poured her.
"You're my sun, my moon, my guiding star, my kind of wonderful, that's what you are!"
"You're all about the cheesy pick up lines aren't you?" Rachel says in between her laughing.
"Rachel, only for you." Santana scoops Rachel by the waist and they laugh and dance like nobody is watching.
She shouldn't be thinking these things on a Sunday evening. She's certain that Sundays aren't meant to be romantic days. But so far she and Santana are singing and dancing to records, and Rachel seriously wishes she could frame this moment and put it in her treasure box. Nothing feels like it could go wrong.
"I love your voice. You could sing about Mac n' Cheese and it would sound good."
"Funny. I do that for a living now."
"How about right now? I bet it'd be really sexy."
Now Rachel is getting this tingling feeling in her toes. And momentarily she thinks maybe she's danced too much and she needs to sit down. But Rachel all of a sudden realizes where she is and finds herself in the embrace of Santana. How did that happen?
Rachel is looking into Santana's eyes and wonders if Santana's eyes were always that sexy. Probably, yes. Then Rachel looks to Santana's lips and wonders if they were always that sexy. Again, probably yes.
"Wait, are you nervous?" Santana asks.
"Huh?"
Somehow Rachel moved really close to Santana's lips. Probably when she was wondering if they had always been sexy, and she wants to move even closer. To maybe kiss Santana.
"About singing?" Santana asks.
"What?"
"What?"
Rachel looks to Santana, who has this concerned face.
"It's just you know I love your voice. And well, I really like Mac n' Cheese..."
"What are you talking about?"
Santana laughs.
"I'm teasing you. I know you want a kiss, and you want it bad don't you?"
"What?"
"Do you want me to kiss you?"
"What? No! Ugh! You frustrate me."
"I really want to ask if it's sexually, but I won't."
"Santana! You just did!"
"I had to go there."
"Well don't!"
"I want to go to there...though."
"I am a lady." Rachel says as she is somewhat offended.
"Oh believe me, I know that."
"What? I don't even know what that means!"
Rachel isn't sure why she feels affronted by Santana's comments. She was having a great time. Until she was caught leering at Santana's luscious lips. And now Santana is teasing her. Rachel should have just gone for the kiss. Maybe she is nervous...
"Hey I haven't made a sexually charged joke in the last like couple hours. And for the record, you frustrate me!"
"Yes, I know. I haven't forgotten that I've annoyed you since high school with my choice in animal sweaters."
"No, I meant, sexually, you do."
Rachel wasn't ready for Santana to be that direct. So she walks into her bedroom. She knows Santana is following her but closes the door before she can come in.
Santana knocks on the door.
She doesn't answer.
"Rachel...Rachel, are you climbing out the window? Rachel?"
Rachel talks through the door, "I am not climbing out the window. I am not a child."
She opens the door.
"I was pretending to not be here."
Santana leans on the door frame looking at the bashful Rachel.
"You realize that you're upset because I think you're sexy?"
"Oh."
"Do you think you could forgive me?"
Rachel knows that Santana is just eating this up. Rachel can't help that she is nervous. It's been months since she's even thought of flirting with someone and now she has this very very sexy woman in her bedroom doorway.
"No, this I cannot do."
Santana laughs and eases Rachel out of her room back to the living room where the music is still playing. The dishes still need to be washed and Rachel can't erase the last embarrassing ten minutes, but it all seems to fade into the background when Santana makes her laugh and they dance together like idiots.