Fanfiction - Glee: Thankfulness in the Shape of a Turkey
Title: Thankfulness in the Shape of a Turkey
Rating: PG13
Length: 1,500ish
Pairing: Santana/Rachel, Puck
Summary: It's Thanksgiving and Rachel sees something she needs.
It’s the first time she and Rachel have been back to Lima in five years. If Santana had it her way they would have never come back, but for once Rachel’s dads can’t make it to New York for Thanksgiving.
Something like that usually wouldn’t be enough to persuade Santana to return to their hometown, but she has an important question that she wants to ask Rachel’s parents. And she’s fairly certain that tradition dictates that it needs to be done in person.
To top it all off, the Berry men won’t be back to Lima until the day of Thanksgiving, which means important question asking has to wait and she and Rachel are completely in charge of the food.
They’ve just picked up Puck because it’s tradition for him to spend the holidays with them after all the years of coming to visit them in their tiny one bedroom apartment when he was the one with the job and money.
Rachel’s dads often refer to them as the dysfunctional friendship trio, and Santana doesn’t really disagree. Especially considering that currently Rachel’s scowling in the passenger seat as Puck sing-songs the word tofurkey over and over again.
Santana would stop him, but she has to admit the word only gets more hilarious the more times he says it, and she can’t help it if she and Puck find that shit funny.
“Relax babe,” Santana reaches over to squeeze Rachel’s knee. “You know he’s just showing affection the only way he knows how.”
“Like you’re one to talk,” Puck says. “The two of you practically built your relationship on insults and backhanded compliments.”
Santana wants to set one thing straight. She loves her girl. And yes they might display it in a less than typical manner, but when it comes down to it, Santana knows when to say You wish, pintsize and when to say I love you.
And she’s about to tell Puck as much when Rachel lets out a sharp gasp that has Santana nearly swerving off the road.
“What?! What is it?” Santana asks scanning for some abandoned kitten she’s about to have to save (Which was totally worth it the last time it happened. Rachel didn’t let her out of bed all weekend).
“Look,” Rachel’s pointing out the windshield to a house up the road. “Look how adorable it is.”
Santana looks to the house up on the left and sees a giant inflatable turkey complete with pilgrim hat and vest. The thing is as tall as the house’s front door.
“The turkey?” Santana asks incredulously, because it’s an oversized garish eyesore in her opinion.
“Of course,” Rachel answers. “Aw, I wish it was ours.” She puts her face up against the window as they finally pass it.
“We could steal it,” Puck says.
Rachel doesn’t disapprove immediately like she usually would. She instead has her bottom lip worried between her teeth in a way that always makes Santana want to kiss her.
The fact that her goody-two-shoes girlfriend is considering Puck’s offer tells her how much Rachel actually wants the hideous thing.
“I am not spending my first holiday back in Lima in years bailing anyone out of jail,” Santana adds before Rachel and Puck start plotting anything seriously, because hell if Santana is letting the weekend be anything other than hanging out, food, and finally achieving her fantasy of having sex on Rachel’s childhood bed.
“You wouldn’t help us steal it?” Rachel pouts.
“Of course I would, babe. I just wouldn’t get caught,” Santana smirks up into the rear view mirror at Puck.
//
Santana intentionally forgets to pick up the wine when they shop for all the food only to “realize” her mistake once they get home.
She knows Rachel will insist on going to the nicer grocery store across town if they have to go out again. Puck, at Santana’s urging, goes with her, which gives Santana just enough time to get to the drugstore on the corner that she suspects carries inflatable lawn decorations.
Santana's pleased with herself when she finds a substantially less offensive turkey that’s half the size of the ten foot one they saw at the house.
When Santana goes to set it up so that it can greet Rachel when she returns, she’s relieved to find that it contains a self-inflating device that only needs to be plugged in. If she had to huff and puff to get the turkey inflated, please believe she would have at least waited so Puck would have to do half.
Once the turkey is all blown up and in place next to the front door, Santana admits the thing is a littler cuter when it only comes up to her chest and instead of being a towering monstrosity. She figures it’s a good thing considering Rachel probably will make her cart the turkey around to wherever they end up living as a sign of their Thanksgiving traditions together.
With the turkey in place, Santana goes to get started on the food that can be prepared the day before the big meal and waits for her girlfriend's return.
She is just finishing up her awesome apple pie that doesn’t even require any changes to make it vegan friendly when she hears squealing outside the Berry front door.
“You got me a turkey!” Rachel cries as she skips into the kitchen. “This truly is the season for thankfulness.”
Santana turns to receive her congratulatory kiss but frowns when Rachel stops short and puts a finger in her face.
“You didn’t steal it did you?” Rachel asks with an adorably stern expression.
“No, of course not. I went to Walgreens and put up with the annoyingly chipper and completely unhelpful sales girl to get it for you,” Santana says, and she gets a peck from Rachel while Puck puts the red wine on the counter and the white in the fridge.
“Somebody’s whipped,” Puck says, but Santana just rolls her eyes because she’s long since come to terms with it.
“We should name him something!” Rachel looks from Santana to Puck expectantly.
“Ok, what’s a good turkey name?” Santana figures she’s all in at this point. She can’t be upset with having to name the thing.
“Dinner?” Puck laughs and Santana throws a dish towel at him.
“It should be something distinguished and possibly alliterative. Like... Timothy,” Rachel says.
“Or Theodore,” Puck suggests.
“Technically that’s not alliterative even though it starts with a t,” Rachel says.
“You said possibly. I was just providing other options,” Puck tries to cover though no one in the room believes him.
“How about Tobias?” Santana says and Rachel starts jumping up and down.
“Tobias! That’s perfect,” Rachel says. “My dads are going to be so excited to see him.”
“So I have to ask,” Puck says. “Why is Tobias out there not dwarfing the entryway like the one we were going to swipe?”
“Yeah, sorry about that, Rach. I couldn’t get you the giant one because it was out of our price range. But I figured it wouldn’t be too much of a problem since this one is still taller than you anyway,” Santana says.
Puck sends over an air fist bump and Rachel swats her shoulder at the insult, “Don’t ruin all of the perfect girlfriend points you’ve racked up with the need to be snarky.”
“You love my snark,” Santana says and pulls Rachel to her so their bodies are flush against each other.
“I do,” Rachel admits and suddenly there’s the kiss Santana’s been waiting for since Rachel walked in the door. It’s deep and passionate with just the right amount of tongue and Rachel has her hands tugging at the tiny hairs at the base of Santana’s neck like she loves.
Santana hears a groan that is distinctly masculine, and when she looks over Rachel’s shoulder she sees Puck leering appreciatively.
“Perv,” Santana bites out while tightening her hold on Rachel.
“Whatever, you know Berry loves an audience,” Puck shoots back, not moving from his place leaning up against the door frame.
It’s a testament to how close the thee of them have become that Rachel doesn’t blush at Puck’s comeback and instead throws her head back and laughs.
“You know me too well, Noah,” Rachel says and wiggles her eyebrows mischievously. She leans in and takes Santana’s earlobe between her teeth and this time it’s Santana who groans.
Hot breath ghosts across Santana’s ear when Rachel finally speaks, “You. Me. Upstairs. We’ll let Puck finish getting the casseroles together.”
“Puck, you’re in charge now,” Santana orders as Rachel pulls her along. “Recipes are clipped on the board next to the counter.”
Puck lets out a whine of protest, but Santana cannot bring herself to care as Rachel drags her up the stairs to her room.
Who would have thought that an inflatable, five foot turkey for her girlfriend would be the beginning to a perfect Thanksgiving and hopefully much more.
Rating: PG13
Length: 1,500ish
Pairing: Santana/Rachel, Puck
Summary: It's Thanksgiving and Rachel sees something she needs.
It’s the first time she and Rachel have been back to Lima in five years. If Santana had it her way they would have never come back, but for once Rachel’s dads can’t make it to New York for Thanksgiving.
Something like that usually wouldn’t be enough to persuade Santana to return to their hometown, but she has an important question that she wants to ask Rachel’s parents. And she’s fairly certain that tradition dictates that it needs to be done in person.
To top it all off, the Berry men won’t be back to Lima until the day of Thanksgiving, which means important question asking has to wait and she and Rachel are completely in charge of the food.
They’ve just picked up Puck because it’s tradition for him to spend the holidays with them after all the years of coming to visit them in their tiny one bedroom apartment when he was the one with the job and money.
Rachel’s dads often refer to them as the dysfunctional friendship trio, and Santana doesn’t really disagree. Especially considering that currently Rachel’s scowling in the passenger seat as Puck sing-songs the word tofurkey over and over again.
Santana would stop him, but she has to admit the word only gets more hilarious the more times he says it, and she can’t help it if she and Puck find that shit funny.
“Relax babe,” Santana reaches over to squeeze Rachel’s knee. “You know he’s just showing affection the only way he knows how.”
“Like you’re one to talk,” Puck says. “The two of you practically built your relationship on insults and backhanded compliments.”
Santana wants to set one thing straight. She loves her girl. And yes they might display it in a less than typical manner, but when it comes down to it, Santana knows when to say You wish, pintsize and when to say I love you.
And she’s about to tell Puck as much when Rachel lets out a sharp gasp that has Santana nearly swerving off the road.
“What?! What is it?” Santana asks scanning for some abandoned kitten she’s about to have to save (Which was totally worth it the last time it happened. Rachel didn’t let her out of bed all weekend).
“Look,” Rachel’s pointing out the windshield to a house up the road. “Look how adorable it is.”
Santana looks to the house up on the left and sees a giant inflatable turkey complete with pilgrim hat and vest. The thing is as tall as the house’s front door.
“The turkey?” Santana asks incredulously, because it’s an oversized garish eyesore in her opinion.
“Of course,” Rachel answers. “Aw, I wish it was ours.” She puts her face up against the window as they finally pass it.
“We could steal it,” Puck says.
Rachel doesn’t disapprove immediately like she usually would. She instead has her bottom lip worried between her teeth in a way that always makes Santana want to kiss her.
The fact that her goody-two-shoes girlfriend is considering Puck’s offer tells her how much Rachel actually wants the hideous thing.
“I am not spending my first holiday back in Lima in years bailing anyone out of jail,” Santana adds before Rachel and Puck start plotting anything seriously, because hell if Santana is letting the weekend be anything other than hanging out, food, and finally achieving her fantasy of having sex on Rachel’s childhood bed.
“You wouldn’t help us steal it?” Rachel pouts.
“Of course I would, babe. I just wouldn’t get caught,” Santana smirks up into the rear view mirror at Puck.
//
Santana intentionally forgets to pick up the wine when they shop for all the food only to “realize” her mistake once they get home.
She knows Rachel will insist on going to the nicer grocery store across town if they have to go out again. Puck, at Santana’s urging, goes with her, which gives Santana just enough time to get to the drugstore on the corner that she suspects carries inflatable lawn decorations.
Santana's pleased with herself when she finds a substantially less offensive turkey that’s half the size of the ten foot one they saw at the house.
When Santana goes to set it up so that it can greet Rachel when she returns, she’s relieved to find that it contains a self-inflating device that only needs to be plugged in. If she had to huff and puff to get the turkey inflated, please believe she would have at least waited so Puck would have to do half.
Once the turkey is all blown up and in place next to the front door, Santana admits the thing is a littler cuter when it only comes up to her chest and instead of being a towering monstrosity. She figures it’s a good thing considering Rachel probably will make her cart the turkey around to wherever they end up living as a sign of their Thanksgiving traditions together.
With the turkey in place, Santana goes to get started on the food that can be prepared the day before the big meal and waits for her girlfriend's return.
She is just finishing up her awesome apple pie that doesn’t even require any changes to make it vegan friendly when she hears squealing outside the Berry front door.
“You got me a turkey!” Rachel cries as she skips into the kitchen. “This truly is the season for thankfulness.”
Santana turns to receive her congratulatory kiss but frowns when Rachel stops short and puts a finger in her face.
“You didn’t steal it did you?” Rachel asks with an adorably stern expression.
“No, of course not. I went to Walgreens and put up with the annoyingly chipper and completely unhelpful sales girl to get it for you,” Santana says, and she gets a peck from Rachel while Puck puts the red wine on the counter and the white in the fridge.
“Somebody’s whipped,” Puck says, but Santana just rolls her eyes because she’s long since come to terms with it.
“We should name him something!” Rachel looks from Santana to Puck expectantly.
“Ok, what’s a good turkey name?” Santana figures she’s all in at this point. She can’t be upset with having to name the thing.
“Dinner?” Puck laughs and Santana throws a dish towel at him.
“It should be something distinguished and possibly alliterative. Like... Timothy,” Rachel says.
“Or Theodore,” Puck suggests.
“Technically that’s not alliterative even though it starts with a t,” Rachel says.
“You said possibly. I was just providing other options,” Puck tries to cover though no one in the room believes him.
“How about Tobias?” Santana says and Rachel starts jumping up and down.
“Tobias! That’s perfect,” Rachel says. “My dads are going to be so excited to see him.”
“So I have to ask,” Puck says. “Why is Tobias out there not dwarfing the entryway like the one we were going to swipe?”
“Yeah, sorry about that, Rach. I couldn’t get you the giant one because it was out of our price range. But I figured it wouldn’t be too much of a problem since this one is still taller than you anyway,” Santana says.
Puck sends over an air fist bump and Rachel swats her shoulder at the insult, “Don’t ruin all of the perfect girlfriend points you’ve racked up with the need to be snarky.”
“You love my snark,” Santana says and pulls Rachel to her so their bodies are flush against each other.
“I do,” Rachel admits and suddenly there’s the kiss Santana’s been waiting for since Rachel walked in the door. It’s deep and passionate with just the right amount of tongue and Rachel has her hands tugging at the tiny hairs at the base of Santana’s neck like she loves.
Santana hears a groan that is distinctly masculine, and when she looks over Rachel’s shoulder she sees Puck leering appreciatively.
“Perv,” Santana bites out while tightening her hold on Rachel.
“Whatever, you know Berry loves an audience,” Puck shoots back, not moving from his place leaning up against the door frame.
It’s a testament to how close the thee of them have become that Rachel doesn’t blush at Puck’s comeback and instead throws her head back and laughs.
“You know me too well, Noah,” Rachel says and wiggles her eyebrows mischievously. She leans in and takes Santana’s earlobe between her teeth and this time it’s Santana who groans.
Hot breath ghosts across Santana’s ear when Rachel finally speaks, “You. Me. Upstairs. We’ll let Puck finish getting the casseroles together.”
“Puck, you’re in charge now,” Santana orders as Rachel pulls her along. “Recipes are clipped on the board next to the counter.”
Puck lets out a whine of protest, but Santana cannot bring herself to care as Rachel drags her up the stairs to her room.
Who would have thought that an inflatable, five foot turkey for her girlfriend would be the beginning to a perfect Thanksgiving and hopefully much more.