Songs series - Jessie's girl - Pezberry
Pairing: Rachel/Santana
Rating: K
Words: ±500
Disclaimer: nothing is mine
Note: English is not my first language. Thanks to myxe for the help
Jessie is a friend.
The music started and the glee club was still stuck, looking at Santana in surprise. They couldn't actually believe that Santana had stood up, and without giving anyone a chance to say anything asked - well, more like stated - that she was going to sing.
Mr. Schuester was torn between being happy that one of the more reluctant students was showing initiative and getting into the spirit of glee, and being worried about her intentions, because of her, well, choice of song.
Santana mentally scoffed at their expressions and continued singing.
Yeah, I know he's been
A good friend of mine
Not really. Or rather, not at all. She hated him. She hated his stupid clothes, his stupid hair, his stupid arrogance, his stupid voice… Basically, she just hated him. Brittany saw him once and was now convinced that Rachel was dating Schue's son. There were so many wrong things with that.
Jessie's got himself a girl
And I want to make her mine
Santana looked straight at Rachel, whose eyes widened in surprise. No one else noticed the interaction; they were all reeling in shock at Santana's admission. Did she just come out as a lesbian?
Well, everyone except Brittany, who already knew what Santana was up to.
And she's watching him with those eyes
Santana brought a hand to her heart and leant against the piano, pretending she was feeling faint.
And she's lovin' him with that body,
I just know it
She mimicked a shiver of excitement that became a shudder of disgust as she sang the next lines.
And he's holding her in his arms late,
Late at night
She lowered her voice, her energy dimmed, as she ended the refrain.
I play along with the charade,
She walked around the room slowly.
There doesn't seem to be a reason to change
She shrugged.
You know, I feel so dirty
When they start talking cute
She locked eyes with Rachel once again.
I wanna tell her that I love her,
But the point is probably moot
Turning to grab the guitar leaning against the wall, she continued singing as she slipped the strap around her neck.
She started to play, feeling Rachel's eyes on her. Her diva loved music? Then Santana would play her music. Besides, playing the guitar was way hotter than playing the piano. Hell, Santana herself was way hotter than St. Jackass, regardless of what instruments they played.
And I'm lookin' in the mirror all the time,
Wondering what she don't see in me
I've been funny,
I've been cool with the lines
Ain't that the way
Love supposed to be
Santana put all of herself in the song, because the lyrics were absolutely true. Go figure that the only person her moves didn't work on would be the only person she wanted more than anything in the world.
She watched as realization dawned on Rachel. She could see it as the diva thought back to all their interactions, all the flirting that had taken place since they had become friends.
Tell me, where can I find a woman like that
Letting her fingers do all the work, she continued the guitar solo and looked at Rachel, who was taking turns staring alternatively at Santana's hands, and then her face, fascinated by both. Santana raised an eyebrow and Rachel blushed.
I want,
I want Jessie's girl
The song ended, but nobody moved. Santana held her breath, looking at Rachel with trepidation. Rachel licked her lips.
Everyone looked between the two girls, waiting for either of them to make a move. Nobody dared to make a sound, in case they ruined the moment.
And then, "Who is Jessie?"
"Finn!"