Synopsis: In Little Encounters, Rachel’s little vow of silence revealed certain desires that Santana had. Eventually, they had sex in Mercedes bathroom, but now it’s been a month since Santana’s had anything to do with Rachel and the diva realizes she’s going to have to amp up her game in order to get Santana’s attention – and keep it for good. (This is, by the way, a one-shot and the final continuation of Little Encounters.)
Author’s Note: Lyrics in this one-shot are from The Civil Wars’ song, “To Whom It May Concern.” I decided to finally get around to doing this continuation because more than one person has requested that the original one-shot be continued. Normally I leave one-shots be, and let them stand on their own, but I realized there was more story after the end of the last. This truly is the only continuation of Little Encounters, and hopefully it satisfies the desire you all had to see the story out fully.
This is just something I was gonna submit for Nique, but I needed fluff asap. It’s a bit rushed and I’ve never been to the Bronx Zoo, but whatever. It’s based on this picture:
Santana mentally focuses all her pent-up anger at having work two separate shifts on a Sunday at her boss, not at the 187 transfers she has to make to get to the Bronx Zoo to meet Rachel.
because I saw this picture and had feels.
Her night has been a ball of fucking fun she’ll have you know. And by that she means she’s been sitting on the couch in an old ass tee shirt and her favorite pair of new panties watching TV and drinking wine.
She spent an insane amount of time in the studio earlier, trying to finish the three interludes that will be on her new mixtape. After that (and feeding herself) she didn’t want to do anything else.
Rachel’s been gone all day, but they’ve been texting back and forth. There was a particularly dirty stream of them being sent earlier that has her dying for the girl to come home.
Rachel is basically a fucking starlet and it’s awesome. She never really knew that she could ever be as happy as she is about the girl finding fame. That of course has a lot to do with the fact that she’s, y’know, in love with her. Though, she knows that even if they were just friends, like they were two years ago, she’d be proud, too.
Anyway, this newfound stardom means sometimes she sees her girl on TV and tonight is one of those nights. She’s doing one of those late shows with some moderately funny white guy whose name Santana has never bothered to remember.
Rachel comes out in this hot as fuck dress that covers approximately nothing. It’s black and gold and pretty as hell, too, but Santana could care less about all that. Her girl’s legs look phenomenal and she’s wet in about two seconds flat because of it. She kind of groans because she’s here and Rachel’s there.
(She’s told Rachel that she has thighs made for shoulders and when she said it, she meant hers.
Her train of thought just keeps drifting down, down, down. No pun intended.)
Still, it’s awesome getting to see her girlfriend charm the pants off of Mr. Could-Be-Funnier and the studio audience, but mostly she’s waiting for the thing to end so her girl can come home in that dress.
She’s one and a half shades to the wind (thank you, Pinot) when she hears the locks on their apartment door clicking and the telltale sound of Rachel’s keychains clicking together. She turns her head just as Rachel comes through the door.
Her lips are that pretty pink they turn from the chill of the wind and she’s bundled in a leather jacket she stole from Santana. Underneath is … “Wait a minute,” she says out loud in place of like, hello.
Rachel stops walking toward her, brows knitting together in confusion. “What?”
“Where’s the dress?” She asks dumbly because Rachel’s wearing a pair of jeans and a chambray shirt and not the thing Santana’s been thinking about stripping her of for the last two hours.
Rachel wets her lips absently. It’s one of those hot things she does that she doesn’t realize that drives Santana nuts. “Um, with Miguel?” The girl’s obviously confused.
Santana does not want to be pouting but she kind of his. “You were supposed to be wearing it,” she says and Rachel does that chuckle that means she’s not actually laughing but annoyed.
“Hello to you too, Santana,” she says, kicking off a pair of Jordans that Santana talked her into buying. They look super cute on her little feet and she likes to joke that they’re toddler sized to piss her off.
Santana huffs and like, she doesn’t mean to sound disappointed, but she is sort of. Regardless, she’s happy to see her girlfriend and she hasn’t made that very clear at all. She stands and pads over to Rachel who is giving her one of those looks she knows she’ll have to kiss away.
“Sorry,” she chuckles out, wrapping her arms around Rachel’s waist and pulling her close. Rachel rolls her eyes and bites down on her lip. She’s gotten plenty of speeches about her manners and she really does not want one tonight. “I didn’t mean to be a dick.”
“You never do,” Rachel says all matter-of-fact but her hands are rubbing the small of Santana’s back so she’s pretty sure she can shift this night back into her favor.
“Hi,” she says before pressing their lips together once, twice, three times. The girl’s body has melted into her by the third. The hands on her back scratching lightly. “I missed you,” she adds because it’s true and because she knows Rachel likes to hear it.
“Missed you too, jerk,” Rachel says before kissing her again. “It’d be nice if you’d greeted me like you actually meant that statement,” she adds.
“I’m sorry you looked hot as fuck. You know I short circuit.”
“It’s pretty sad actually,” her girlfriend teases, poking at her cheek. Rachel’s fingers slip beneath the band on her boyshorts, digging into her hip. The girl is always, always the best of both worlds.
“Dress or not, I’d like to bang you. So, if we can just take this,” she says, steering Rachel toward their bedroom, lips “To the bed. I can show you exactly how much I missed you.”
“I’d like that.”
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Rachel flopped onto the park bench, exhausted.
“Balls of energy, aren’t they?” another mom commented fondly.
“Which ones are yours?”
“The twins over there,” Rachel answered. “Kona’s got a Mohawk and Kai’s got the tiny afro.”
“They’re precious! You and your husband must be so proud.”
“My wife, actually, and we are,” Rachel said with a smile.
The lady’s demeanor changed just slightly. Her smile faltered for a split second. “Well…yes. They are adorable.” She turned back to the other mom without another word to Rachel.
Chapter two (which is actually the third) is up~
Title: It Still Works
Author: Me (purrpickle)
Word Count: 1,000+
Summary: Rachel is different than any of the girls Santana has met before, and it doesn’t take her long to fall for her. Only thing is, there’s something different about Santana herself other than the ‘being from different cliques’ thing, and she really, really hopes it won’t prevent her from getting closer to the girl she wants. Nerd!Santana and goth!Rachel Pezberry that contains g!peen.
Link here: Chapter Two
Title: Treasure Maps
Rating: M for smut
Synopsis: It’s been four years since the members of McKinley’s glee club graduated high school. Santana and Rachel run into each other at a gay bar in the City - and alcohol makes things interesting.
A/N: Lyrics and title from Ani DiFranco’s “Hypnotized.” This is a special one-shot requested by and written for truelovepooh/poohlikeaboss.
Title: The Learning Curve
Summary: In which Rachel & Santana move in together in the city that never sleeps as Rachel tries to find new dreams to replace the old ones whilst teaching in Brooklyn.A story that celebrates love, music, relationships, family, community, finding yourself & helping others find themselves as well.Same verse as,3rd part of,”In the Loop”/”The Space Between”series.Drama.Humor.Romance.PEZBERRY
Title: The Space Between
Summary: In which Santana and Rachel struggle with a long distance relationship, juggle careers, motherhood, commitment, Saturn Returns, existential dilemmas and confront their own mortality in the vibrant city of London. Sequel to “In the Loop”. Title taken from Dave Matthews Band song. Romance, Drama, ANGST.
Title: In the Loop
Summary: In which Santana’s daughter makes a wish for her mom’s happiness after she loses someone she loves and Santana finds herself trapped in a loop. A story that explores life, love, loss and finding the courage to live again. Warning: Character death, suicide. Fantasy/sci-fi, romance, angst. Brittana, Pezberry.
inspired by this gifset; ~1100 words; PG-13 but for santana’s mouth?; idk this is total crack.
a/n1: happy birthday, han! it was too weird to write you porn, so that didn’t happen.
a/n2: artie’s dream au, but not really. i think in a world without the glee club, santana might have come through high school a little differently. brittany’s still got a big mouth, so everyone knows the slutty cheerleader likes a little v on the side, but she’s just a cheerleader, right, and if she lets the footballers watch every now and then so they leave her alone, so what? (basically, think season 1 santana without the angst because people think it’s still a joke, but basically, she gets to bang all the ladies and no one cares. she still has no game, though.) as for rachel, idk, just imagine she went to another school and was a year above them all or something. logic doesn’t apply here.
She’s not paying any attention to what Quinn’s saying, which is nothing new, but today it’s apparently annoying her captain.
“Can you stop staring, please?” Quinn hisses, tossing a piece of balled up paper at Santana. “You’re going to get drool on my notebook.”
TITLE: it’s true (you were meant for me, and i you)
CHARACTERS: Santana Lopez, Rachel Berry.
DISCLAIMER: As always, I don’t owns the Glee.
SUMMARY: They don’t hate each other. Not even a little bit. Not anymore.
A/N: It’s been a while, ha. This was one of those unfinished things sticking around that I decided to give a go. I’m a little rusty, but enjoy.
Summary: The first time Rachel realized she was staring at Santana a little to long. For Purrpickle.
Notes: This kind of strayed from the prompt a little but oh well. This is also my first fic so I dont know how it turned out. Feel free to leave Constructive criticism. (As in dont just tell me it sucked, tell me what you think I could do to make it better)