Fic: Rachel Needs Some Action
Chapter 6: Fluff
Author: deeha
Rating: M
Disclaimer: I do not own Glee. I wanted fluff.
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 calls in sick. Her manager is furious. Her manager is Tina.
"Tina. I'm sick."
"Oh. Good morning Inappropriate Rachel."
"No, I mean I'm actually not feeling well. Sick."
"Really, are you sure?"
"Yes. I feel like I'm going to die. Or worse, loose my voice."
"Oh okay. Now I believe you. I just needed the extra melodrama to be certain."
"Tina. Can you please reschedule the studio time?"
"Rachel! How can you be sick? You have like a daily vitamin regimen to combat this sort of thing!"
"I've been busy."
"I mean this is going to push back studio time and the execs are going to wonder why and don't even get me started on all those commercials you botched up! Don't think I don't know what's going on! I have my sources! WAIT! When you say busy, do you mean busy?"
"Maybe."
"What? You have to tell me!"
"I thought you had sources."
"Rachel Berry."
"Okay. We kissed."
Silence.
"On the lips." Rachel adds.
Silence.
"Actually, it was more than one kiss. It was a bunch of glorious, hot, soft, sexy kisses."
More silence.
"Tina?"
Still more silence.
Rachel looks to her phone to see if the line is still connected.
"Tina? Are you there?"
And then Rachel hears it. It's a faint, very faint, pianissimo decibel of sound. Rachel predicts a crescendo will erupt.
Her psychic skills do not fail her.
Tina is screaming into the phone.
It's sort of a happy scream and squeal mixed in with a bunch of "yays" and halleluiahs (and sometimes cats).
Rachel just holds her phone away from her ear and goes to find a tissue box.
It's been like thirty seconds and Tina is still screaming happy things.
Rachel goes to mix herself some milk and cereal.
Tina is still screaming into the phone.
Rachel gets a text from Mike: What did you do?
Rachel just smiles and finishes her cereal.
Then, Tina is done.
"Ok. Well. That's great! I'll reschedule the studio time. Probably will be Saturday so don't plan on being busy..."
"Thank you Tina."
It's been awhile since Rachel's taken a day off of work. So naturally, instead of medicating herself and resting, she cleans up her apartment and pays off some bills. She turns on the television just for the noise and clips out coupons for (of all things) Mac n' Cheese.
She's sitting on her couch just musing about how smitten she is with Santana. Who knew?
Once she is done clipping out her coupons she goes to take out her trash and recycling. She's surprised to see Santana standing in front of her door. It looks like she was going to leave another post-it note with a message.
"Good morning Santana. I was just thinking about you."
Santana is happily surprised to see Rachel and also has a look like she was caught red handed in the cookie jar.
"Hey! Aren't you supposed to be at work?"
"I took a sick day, I have a cold."
Santana's face immediately turns to a worried state.
"Are you ok? How are you sick? You were just perfect when I left you last night!"
"I think it had to do with the late night swimming in an unheated pool and also the unwanted amount of chlorine water I happened to swallow."
"I am so sorry." Santana whispers and looks like she wants to crawl into a hole.
"Santana it's alright. I'm not sorry." Rachel tilts her head to look at Santana.
Santana looks back up at Rachel and smiles. And then she remembers why she came over. She shows the post-it to Rachel.
Rachel reads it out loud: Miss You.
"You were supposed to see it when you got home. But, the sentiment is the same." Santana whispers.
Rachel sneezes and gives Santana her happy smile.
"I miss you too."
It's like secret code for how much they like each other.
"I wish you would've told me you were staying home sick."
"I'll probably sleep, read some books. Relax. Nothing special about being home sick."
"But I'd be with you. You should've told me."
Rachel is perplexed. Santana seems to be hurt that Rachel didn't tell her right away that she was sick. It goes against her own health regulations but she grabs for Santana's hands.
"Well, you're welcome to come in and watch me sleep. Although I don't want you to catch my cold before your show. And what about your plans? Did your Mom get in ok?"
Santana was just pleasantly listening until Rachel reminded her of her Ma.
"Aiee! I got to go! I'm taking her out for brunch then to the museum!" Santana stands up straight away and leans forward to kiss Rachel.
"I'm sick!" Rachel puts up her hands to stop Santana from kissing her.
"I don't care! Give me a kiss woman!" Santana laughs as she tries to kiss Rachel.
Rachel gives in.
And then Santana is off.
Until, she turns around and writes on a post-it and gives it to Rachel.
Rachel reads it out loud: Will you go out with me?
"Yes." Santana cheekily answers.
"That's a nice trick."
Santana hands her another post-it.
Rachel reads it out loud: I think you're hot.
"Why, thank you Rachel Berry." Santana says.
Rachel laughs.
Santana hands her another post-it.
Rachel reads it out loud: Kiss me?
Santana is already kissing Rachel before she can try to stop her or even ask how many post-its Santana has.
But it seems like Santana had the right amount.
It's the afternoon and Rachel is sipping her chamomile tea in her bed.
Santana sends her a text: We got the afternoon. You got this room for two. One thing I've left to do. Discover me, discovering you.
Rachel's got this big smile on her face. She lets Santana serenade her by text.
She blushes when Santana texts: Cause if you want love, we'll make it. Swim in a deep sea of blankets...
Rachel knows the song but the idea that Santana is singing it to her makes her hot.
Santana continues: You body is a wonderland. I'll use my hands.
Rachel's imagination is running amuck.
Hands?
(Oh. Dear.)
Rachel hears knocking on her door and sluggishly gets up. She is feeling a little worse for wear.
She looks in the peephole and it's Santana at her door. She has a brown bag in one hand and a knapsack in the other.
"Why hello Rachel Berry's tits." and of course Santana has her wide grin on.
Rachel is wearing her knee length night shirt, and in her delirium she forgot that you shouldn't open the door without a bra on. Again.
"Oh, for the love of Barbara." Rachel is trying to find a blanket to wrap herself up in. But all her blankets are on her bed (along with all her stuff animals to keep her company).
Santana lets herself in and grabs for Rachel.
"Hey...let me look at you."
Rachel stops what she is doing. She stands in the middle of the room and kind of crosses her legs sheepishly.
Santana walks up to her and wraps her in her arms.
"You look like you need to be in a bed. Naked. With me of course."
Rachel laughs. "Santana, I'm sick! Aren't you worried about getting sick?"
Santana speaks into Rachel's hair. "Nah, I've got like a crazy strong immune system."
Rachel just slumps into Santana. She isn't feeling particularly sexy right now but she is happy that Santana has her tight.
"Hey I made you soup!" Santana motions to the brown back she brought.
"You did?"
"Yea, well don't get too excited. I mean it didn't come in a box, it was a canned broth. But I didn't microwave it. I cooked it on the stove. And I cut the carrots. I had to Google it if you could eat soup."
"I'm sure it's perfect." Rachel smiles brightly.
She's feeling much better already.
After eating the soup, they move to Rachel's bedroom. Santana jumps on the bed and starts cuddling all the stuff animals. Rachel is cleaning up all the tissues.
"So how was your day Santana?"
"It was great. Went sightseeing with Ma. Hey I got you a souvenir."
"You brought me souvenir?"
Santana pulls her knapsack up to the bed and motions for Rachel to come sit next to her. Rachel wanted to put on a bra but at Santana's insistence, did not.
Rachel sits on her legs and peers into Santana's knapsack.
"What do you have in there?"
"Gifts. My books and iPod." Santana says as she pulls out an "I Love NY!" shirt.
"You got me a shirt!" Rachel is tickled pink. Of course she has one, but not from Santana.
"I think you should try it on now." Santana suggests as she wiggles her eyebrows.
Rachel playfully pushes at Santana.
"I don't like this abuse. To make it up to me...I think you should try the shirt on."
Oh. The giggling that is going on right now in this room.
Rachel grabs the shirt dramatically. And turns her back to Santana, who audibly huffs in discontent.
Rachel just laughs.
She can feel Santana's eyes on her back. Bore into her. Practically undressing her.
She isn't Rachel Berry if she doesn't put on some show.
So she gathers her brown locks and wraps it around her fingers until it's over her right shoulder.
She hears the bed creak as Santana sits up against the headboard.
She brings her right hand across her neck and outlines her shoulder with her fingertips. All before she looks over her shoulder to see Santana who is just silently watching.
She gathers the bottom of her night shirt and slowly rises up on her knees to pull it up.
She pauses when the night shirt is gathered at her stomach so that Santana can look at her white panties.
And then she continues to bring up the night shirt up to her breasts.
She can't hear anything now. She isn't sure if Santana is still breathing.
But she pulls the night shirt over her head. And for extra measure...stretches her arms up.
Yup.
Santana chuckles.
Good. She is still breathing. Rachel smiles to herself.
And then she pulls the NY shirt over her head and turns to face a very happy Santana.
Santana looks her up and down.
"Well. I love NY."
They are reading. Both under the bed covers and snuggled between Rachel's stuff animals and pillows.
Rachel is re-reading The Lovely Bones by Alice Sebold.
She looks over to Santana. Who is reading...a Victoria Secrets catalog.
"What?" Santana asks.
Rachel raises her eyebrow at Santana's "reading" material.
"Research?" Santana offers.
Rachel rolls her eyes and snuggles back into Santana.
After some time, they start listening to their iPods.
Rachel has her eyes closed and is content listening to her music and being in Santana's arms.
But then Santana pulls an ear bud out of Rachel's ear.
"Excuse me. I was listening to that." Rachel pretends to be aghast.
"I want to listen to what you're listening to."
So Santana puts Rachel's ear bud in her ear and gently sticks her ear bud into Rachel's ear.
Briefly Rachel is grossed out that they are cross pollinating ear buds. And then Rachel's brain can't figure out what she is listening to. She was listening to Whitney Houston's greatest hits. But Santana is listening to the Spinners' "Could it be I'm Falling in Love." And no the songs don't match at all. The cacophony of sound scrambles Rachel's brain.
So Rachel turns her music off. Santana doesn't say anything but just smiles.
The song ends. But then it repeats. Santana has the song on repeat.
Rachel turns to look at Santana who now has her eyes closed. Rachel smiles and then Santana is smiling too. Sure Santana has her eyes closed but she definitely knows that Rachel is looking at her.
Rachel touches Santana's nose with her own...just a little Eskimo kissing.
It's late. They basically spent all afternoon in bed. Just being silly and comfortable with each other.
Rachel is waking up and Santana is the one who is draped all over her.
Rachel thinks that Santana is still asleep.
But then Santana moves her hands up Rachel's torso.
And just rests them on top of Rachel's breast.
Rachel laughs.
"Santana Lopez. What do you think you are doing?"
Santana keeps her eyes closed but gently squeezes her hands.
"Um. Looking for my reading glasses?"
Of course, Rachel is laughing. Santana refuses to move her hands.
"And what? You think you're going to find it there?"
"Found something better..."
Santana finally opens her eyes and Rachel just gives her a look. Santana laughs and then wraps her arms behind Rachel to just hug her. They just look at each other like love stricken puppies.
"You're very intent Ms. Lopez. Are you making a study of me?" Rachel whispers.
"Someone should...cause you're damn hot."
Rachel hits the backside of Santana's head with a pillow.
Santana pretends she is dead.
Rachel tickles her to life. And they just tussle in the bed.
Rachel walks Santana to her front door. Santana wanted to stay the night, but it might be nice to spend some time with her mom.
"You feeling better lady?" Santana asks.
"Much better. Sorry for being sick and boring."
"What? No way. That was like a great afternoon! I can't wait to take you out."
"You want to hang out with me again?"
"Yea. I like hanging out with a girl in bed."
"You enjoyed that?"
"Honey, you were half naked. How am I not supposed to enjoy that?"
Santana goes in to kiss Rachel and Rachel tries to stop her.
"Hey. I want some kisses!"
"If you get sick. Don't say I didn't warn you!"
"Fine. Not on the lips?"
Rachel is confused.
But then Santana brings Rachel in close and kisses her cheeks. And then her temple. And when Rachel closes her eyes, Santana kisses her eyelids.
Rachel can feel Santana hovering by her lips. And its making her rethink the whole no kissing on the lips thing.
But Santana charmingly kisses her nose.
"Sweet dreams Rachel Berry."
And like magic, when Rachel jumps back into bed to sleep, all her dreams are of Santana.