Here Again. (1/1) (Glee. Rachel/Santana
Title: Here Again.
Fandom: Glee.
Character(s)/Pairing(s): Rachel Berry/Santana Lopez.
Rating: Teen for slight language.
Word Count: 882.
Spoiler(s)/Warning(s): For 1x21 Funk.
Author Notes: Written for 100_tales, 17. Yellow. [ Table]
Here Again.
“Do it Jesse,” Santana paused as she heard the familiar voice. “Are you with us or not?” The Latina scowled recognizing the voice of the female lead of Vocal Adrenaline. Oh, bitch was going down. None of those VA punks can come onto their tuff without getting some sort of beat down. She turned away from her car and hurried in the direction of the voice, only to pause again at the sight in front of her.
Not only was the VA bitch in their parking lot but some of the others as well including that scumbag Jesse St James all dressed up like some blue man group. It wasn’t the blue clad rivals that made her pause, it was the fact that right there in the center of their little circle was an egg covered Rachel Berry. Oh, that was not going to fly. She might not hundred percent liked the girl but you don’t mess with one of them.
“Do it,” Rachel stated, “Do it like you broke my heart.”
Santana shook her head, glaring at the curly haired teen as he spoke.
“I loved you,” Jesse raised his hand cracking the egg on Rachel’s forehead. The Latina fought back a growl as she saw the yellow substance drip down the midget’s face. Eggs on a Vegan, even that was too cruel for her. She waited behind the car as Vocal Adrenaline left the scene, leaving behind the egg soaked Berry. Already she was thinking of ways to talk the boys to helping her to extract revenge on the Vocal jerks. Santana waited a moment, looking around to see if anyone was going to rush out to help. She should have known better, no one helped whenever the girl got slushied. Why would they start now? Her conscience decided to make itself known and remind her that she had helped Rachel clean herself once before.
Shaking her head, the Latina moved forward and stood in front of the brunette. Rachel’s head was bowed, but she couldn’t hide the sniffling.
“Hey, Berry, you okay?” She asked cautiously.
It seemed like forever before Rachel decided to look up, tears streaming from her eyes mixing with the awful egg yolk that clung to her face. Brown eyes widened when she finally recognized the Cheerio in front of her, quickly Rachel swiped at her face to remove the yellow substance.
“I’m fine,” the body language and cracked voice spoke volumes.
Santana scratched the back of her neck, “Look lets get you cleaned up. The sooner you’re clean the sooner I can talk to Puckerman and we can get back at those jerks.”
Rachel’s eyes grew impossibly larger as she reached out for the girl before she got too far. “You can’t do that.” Santana turned, brow raised. Rachel looked back at her with a heart broken expression, “Please, just,” her voice grew softer, “just don’t bother. You don’t really care that this happened to me. You only really care that Vocal Adrenaline was here on our property. There doesn’t need to be any violence involved.” She wiped at her forehead again.
Santana sighed, eyes narrowed, “Berry I may not like you but you’re still one of us. Those punks had no right to do what they did. I’m gonna show them what happens when they mess with one of us.”
The shorter girl shook her head, egg flying from the brown locks, “While I do appreciate this, I still wish that you would not go about with any of your plans to confront Vocal Adrenaline. Not until after Regionals.”
The Latina growled, ready to protest until the other girls’ words sunk in, “Are you giving me the okay to beat them up after Regionals?”
Rachel’s cheeks reddened and she quickly looked away, “I detest violence Santana. I really wish you wouldn’t but…”
She trailed off and all Santana could do was smirk. She reached up, wiped at some of the yolk on Rachel’s cheek, and quickly kissed the girl.
“Say no more Berry. I gots this covered,” the Latina winked, grabbing Rachel’s hand in hers and tugging her back towards McKinely.
“You know Santana,” Rachel’s broken voice called, “I do believe this is the second time you’ve come to my rescue.”
The Latina’s conscience made itself present once more, reminding her of the incident. “Yeah don’t remind me.”
She spared a quick glance at the girl, frowning when she realized Rachel’s expression had gotten even sadder.
She sighed, “I’m not a total bitch Rachel. I have a heart somewhere deep in this fine body of mine.” Santana felt somewhat better when the corners of mouth lifted.
“Yes, I’m sure you do.”
The Latina hummed in response, informing the girl they would be meeting Brittany at the Cheerios locker room and not to worry about the clothes since they had it covered. Santana figured Brittany would be okay with helping Rachel to clean up properly and she’d just quickly lock pick the midgets locker and be back with her extra clothes before they realized she’d been gone. The conscience was there again before she tries to ignore it, letting her know that she may not hate Berry as much as she originally thought. And maybe, just maybe was even growing a soft spot for her.
End.
Fandom: Glee.
Character(s)/Pairing(s): Rachel Berry/Santana Lopez.
Rating: Teen for slight language.
Word Count: 882.
Spoiler(s)/Warning(s): For 1x21 Funk.
Author Notes: Written for 100_tales, 17. Yellow. [ Table]
Here Again.
“Do it Jesse,” Santana paused as she heard the familiar voice. “Are you with us or not?” The Latina scowled recognizing the voice of the female lead of Vocal Adrenaline. Oh, bitch was going down. None of those VA punks can come onto their tuff without getting some sort of beat down. She turned away from her car and hurried in the direction of the voice, only to pause again at the sight in front of her.
Not only was the VA bitch in their parking lot but some of the others as well including that scumbag Jesse St James all dressed up like some blue man group. It wasn’t the blue clad rivals that made her pause, it was the fact that right there in the center of their little circle was an egg covered Rachel Berry. Oh, that was not going to fly. She might not hundred percent liked the girl but you don’t mess with one of them.
“Do it,” Rachel stated, “Do it like you broke my heart.”
Santana shook her head, glaring at the curly haired teen as he spoke.
“I loved you,” Jesse raised his hand cracking the egg on Rachel’s forehead. The Latina fought back a growl as she saw the yellow substance drip down the midget’s face. Eggs on a Vegan, even that was too cruel for her. She waited behind the car as Vocal Adrenaline left the scene, leaving behind the egg soaked Berry. Already she was thinking of ways to talk the boys to helping her to extract revenge on the Vocal jerks. Santana waited a moment, looking around to see if anyone was going to rush out to help. She should have known better, no one helped whenever the girl got slushied. Why would they start now? Her conscience decided to make itself known and remind her that she had helped Rachel clean herself once before.
Shaking her head, the Latina moved forward and stood in front of the brunette. Rachel’s head was bowed, but she couldn’t hide the sniffling.
“Hey, Berry, you okay?” She asked cautiously.
It seemed like forever before Rachel decided to look up, tears streaming from her eyes mixing with the awful egg yolk that clung to her face. Brown eyes widened when she finally recognized the Cheerio in front of her, quickly Rachel swiped at her face to remove the yellow substance.
“I’m fine,” the body language and cracked voice spoke volumes.
Santana scratched the back of her neck, “Look lets get you cleaned up. The sooner you’re clean the sooner I can talk to Puckerman and we can get back at those jerks.”
Rachel’s eyes grew impossibly larger as she reached out for the girl before she got too far. “You can’t do that.” Santana turned, brow raised. Rachel looked back at her with a heart broken expression, “Please, just,” her voice grew softer, “just don’t bother. You don’t really care that this happened to me. You only really care that Vocal Adrenaline was here on our property. There doesn’t need to be any violence involved.” She wiped at her forehead again.
Santana sighed, eyes narrowed, “Berry I may not like you but you’re still one of us. Those punks had no right to do what they did. I’m gonna show them what happens when they mess with one of us.”
The shorter girl shook her head, egg flying from the brown locks, “While I do appreciate this, I still wish that you would not go about with any of your plans to confront Vocal Adrenaline. Not until after Regionals.”
The Latina growled, ready to protest until the other girls’ words sunk in, “Are you giving me the okay to beat them up after Regionals?”
Rachel’s cheeks reddened and she quickly looked away, “I detest violence Santana. I really wish you wouldn’t but…”
She trailed off and all Santana could do was smirk. She reached up, wiped at some of the yolk on Rachel’s cheek, and quickly kissed the girl.
“Say no more Berry. I gots this covered,” the Latina winked, grabbing Rachel’s hand in hers and tugging her back towards McKinely.
“You know Santana,” Rachel’s broken voice called, “I do believe this is the second time you’ve come to my rescue.”
The Latina’s conscience made itself present once more, reminding her of the incident. “Yeah don’t remind me.”
She spared a quick glance at the girl, frowning when she realized Rachel’s expression had gotten even sadder.
She sighed, “I’m not a total bitch Rachel. I have a heart somewhere deep in this fine body of mine.” Santana felt somewhat better when the corners of mouth lifted.
“Yes, I’m sure you do.”
The Latina hummed in response, informing the girl they would be meeting Brittany at the Cheerios locker room and not to worry about the clothes since they had it covered. Santana figured Brittany would be okay with helping Rachel to clean up properly and she’d just quickly lock pick the midgets locker and be back with her extra clothes before they realized she’d been gone. The conscience was there again before she tries to ignore it, letting her know that she may not hate Berry as much as she originally thought. And maybe, just maybe was even growing a soft spot for her.
End.