Extra Practice
Title: Extra Practice
Author: lesbianlovr2011
Characters: Rachel/Santana, mentions Brittany/Santana, Brittany/Artie and Rachel/Quinn, and Finn/Quinn
Rating: PG-13 because Santana cusses like a sailor
Length: ~2,150
Summary: Little did Rachel know, this would be an all night adventure. One that neither one of the girls would ever forget.
Author’s Note: I want to give a huge THANKS to my beta prv-3-13-15!
Disclaimer: These characters aren’t mine. I just play with them.
Spoilers: None
Santana Lopez wasn’t one to fall madly in love with a complete loser. Of course, Brittany wasn’t exactly the brightest crayon in the box, but she had learned to deal with it over time. And her reputation as “Head Bitch” would become seriously compromised if her real feelings would ever come out. How could Santana Lopez, the hardass and queen bitch of McKinley High, fall out of love with a fellow Cheerio? Someone who only a few short months before, held the key to the Latina’s heart? Only one person could be held responsible for this thievery, and that person was Rachel “Man Hands” Berry.
Santana went out for glee club to be Sue Sylvester’s spy, to get into her good graces, and, most importantly, to become the head Cheerio. But after being shoved aside once more for Quinn “Preggers” Fabray, Santana didn’t see the purpose in staying in that God forsaken club. Brittany was all over Artie and, frankly, it made her quite nauseous to even be the same vicinity as the couple. Rachel was too busy drooling all over Quinn to even look the brunette’s way. Santana had to think of some way to get through to Rachel. She knew just the thing that Rachel would never turn down: a chance to show off and be “a star”.
"Damn it all to hell" was the first that flooded into Santana’s mind as she walked into the choir room. Rachel was all up on Quinn’s shit, pawing and giggling, and that was enough to make any decent human sick.
“Hey losers, do you mind if you cut that shit out? I just had lunch and I really don’t want to lose it,” Santana moaned, “I mean, if you must act like cats in heat, could you at least go in the closet or something?”
“Oh, Santana! Don’t be such a bad sport. Just because you aren’t in a chipper mood this afternoon doesn’t mean you have to bring everyone else down with you,” Rachel groaned. The brunette stood up and straightened her favorite purple unicorn sweater. "Jesus Christ, why does Man-Hands have to look so cute in that ugly ass sweater?!"
“Listen here, Man Hands. I’m not a “bad sport”. I just don’t come into rehearsal to see you two slobbering all over each other. But speaking of rehearsal, could you do me a favor?”
“Uhm, okay? What do you need, Santana?”
“Well, you know that new song we started yesterday? I just can’t get my notes right. And I was wondering if you could, you know, help me?” Just asking that simple question nearly gave the Latina a heart attack. After calling Rachel Man-Hands (which Santana now regretted), there was no way in Hell the brunette would agree to help her.
“Are you sure about this, Santana? Being seen with me outside of glee might tarnish your reputation,” Rachel muttered. Santana could see Rachel’s face turning a deep shade of red as she lowered her head.
“Yes, Rachel. You’re the best in here and I really need your help. Pretty please?” Santana couldn’t help but smile at the adorableness that was Rachel Berry. Now all she needed was a “yes” to start Phase One of her plan.
“Well, okay. Meet me by my car after school and you can follow me home. We can use the basement at my house to practice.”
“Alright, I will see you then.”
All through glee practice, Santana just couldn’t keep her mind off of Rachel. "Why does she have this effect on me? I’ve never been attracted to anyone besides Brittany. Now all I want is Rachel." The Latina didn’t even notice when Brittany did a duet with Artie that ended in a kiss. Nor did she notice Quinn and Rachel fighting over the fact that Santana would be going to Rachel’s house for some “extra practice”.
When the end of the day finally arrived Santana half jogged to Rachel’s car. It took only a few minutes for Rachel to catch up to the brunette. Rachel didn’t even look up as she approached the car but kept digging through her purse.
“I CANNOT find my keys anywhere. I’ve searched my purse a dozen times and my locker twice. They can’t have just disappeared!” Rachel was frantic and starting to cry. That’s when Santana noticed something that Rachel hadn’t.
“Fuckin’ damn it, Smurfette! I think you locked your keys in your car!” Santana pointed out as she tapped her finger gently on the window. “And you locked them in,” she continued as she pulled on the door handle with no results.
“What am I going to do? My dads are out of town on business until tomorrow afternoon and they have my spare with them,” Rachel sputtered as tears were falling fast from her eyes.
Santana couldn't stand see Rachel cry. Just seeing the tears run down the brunette’s cheeks broke her heart into pieces. So she did what she felt was right. As Rachel buried her face into her hands, Santana came forward and wrapped her arms around Rachel’s shoulder.
“Hey now, Rachel. There won’t be any crying today. I need you in tip-top shape to teach me those killer high notes. We can take my car. Not a big deal, alright?” Santana was slowly running her hands up and down the shorter girls back, trying to soothe her and bring the tears to an end.
“O-okay. If you’re sure. This has never happened to me before. I just don’t know where my head was today.” Rachel was still sucking back the tears and was in serious of a Kleenex or two.
Santana took a deep, slow breath. “If I wasn’t sure, Man Hands, I wouldn’t have suggested it. Get your ass in my car and let’s get the hell out of here.”
A small smile finally crept across Rachel’s face. "About fucking time". The Latina opened the door to her car and not so innocently teased, “Now get your ass in, Berry. We don’t have all damn night.”
But little did Rachel know, this would be an all night adventure. One that neither one of the girls would ever forget.
*~*~*~*~*
Rachel really didn’t understand what Santana’s intentions were. The Cheerio had never been this nice to her before, so why start now? But Rachel intended to take full advantage of the the nicer, sweeter Santana.
“Santana, do you even know where I live?” Santana never once stepped inside the Berry home, so Rachel knew that the Latina would have no idea where to go.
“Uh, yeah. I’m not a dumbass, Berry. You’ve lived in the same house ever since preschool. We used to ride the short bus together, remember?” Santana growled as she took the final turn onto Rachel’s street. Moments later, the pair pulled up in the driveway and Santana shut off her car.
“I can’t believe you remember where I live. It’s been a really long time since we were four, you know.” Rachel was in complete awe. "Has she been stalking me or something? This is a little disturbing."
“Oh, I’ve been by here since. Remember that time when your yard was forked and your car wrapped in plastic wrap? Yeah...that was me and Britt.” Santana started to laugh so hard that tears were running down her face. “You have to admit Rachel, that was pretty fuckin’ hilarious!”
There was no hiding the hilarity in the situation. Even Rachel, who was still a little upset about having to peel away layer after layer of plastic wrap off her car, laughed. “Santana! It took me an hour to peel all of that off my car. I was nearly late for ballet practice.” Wiping the tears from her face, Rachel giggled and added, “Okay, time for some practice. Let’s get inside.”
As the pair headed towards the house, Rachel couldn’t help but stare at Santana. The Latina wasn’t as small as Quinn nor was she as polite as the blonde. But the mystery and angst that surrounded her intrigued Rachel. Maybe it was the way she carried herself or her bitchy as hell attitude. But Santana, for the lack of better words, was just hot.
“Alright, Man Hands. Let’s get downstairs and get this party started.” Santana seemed a little anxious to Rachel, but went along with it anyway.
“I’ll meet you down there in a few minutes. I need to run upstairs and get my iPod so we can have the proper background music.”
As soon as Rachel heard the basement door close, the brunette sprinted up the stairs in record time. "I have to impress her, I just have to." Rachel grabbed her iPod of the stand and rushed back downstairs. With a deep breath and a small sigh, Rachel opened the basement door. And in that instant, she heard Santana talking. Not sure if she was on the phone or not, Rachel froze. And being the nosy person she was, listened carefully.
“Man Hands, sorry. Hard habit to break. I mean Rachel. Rachel. There is something I need to tell you. For the last few weeks I’ve been thinking. Mostly just about you. How cute you look in your grandma sweaters. How amazing your voice sounds when you sing. How positive you are all the time. And how beautiful you are inside and out. And I like you; I like you a shitton.” Santana stopped and didn’t say anything for a few moments. Then, out of nowhere, “God, Santana. You are such a dumbass. Berry will never buy your shit. Stop trying and just go with the fucking flow.”
Rachel couldn’t believe her ears."Santana Lopez, the tough as nails Cheerio, likes me. And thinks I’m great." Strangely enough, Rachel felt the same way (minus the sweaters, add the uniform). And after all, Rachel wasn’t really with Quinn. She was only pretending to be for Quinn’s sake. Because Quinn thought that if Finn saw the pair together, that he would get painfully jealous and rush back to Quinn’s side. Not only was Finn getting jealous, but it was driving Santana crazy. She had to set Santana straight. Right here. Right now.
"I’m baccck!” Rachel squealed as she half skipped down the steps. Santana had a small smile on her face. The smile immediately melted Rachel’s heart.
“Welcome back, Man Hands. What the hell took you so long?”
“I’m sorry. I called my dads and let them know I locked my keys in my car. Like you, they thought it was rather hilarious,” Rachel chuckled a little bit. After she got her composure back, Rachel looked up and added, “Santana, there is something we need to discuss."
“What is it, Smurfette? Just spit it out,” Santana whined while looking a little scared. Rachel felt her heart racing but she knew if she didn’t say it now, she never would.
“Santana, I like you. I think you’re beautiful, intelligent and frankly, your bitchiness is also attractive to me. And I want to see how things could go with us. That is, if you’re okay with that?” Finally it was out. And if there was any hint of rejection, Rachel was sure a heart attack would immediately follow.
“R-Rachel? Are you, you know, sure? I thought you were with Queen Quinn?” Santana asked with a note of surprise and slight confusion on her face.
“I was only pretending to be with Quinn to help her out. She wanted to make Finn jealous so he would come crawling back to her. But I want to be with you. I don’t want to pretend anymore, Santana. You’re who I want to be with. No one else. Only you.”
Rachel was barely able to finish her sentence before Santana ran towards her and put her into a giant bear hug. The two melted into each others arms and smiled. Nothing was going to bring Rachel down off of her high.
“Hey Santana, I say we skip the singing for now. Let’s go upstairs, cuddle and get to know each other a little better.”
“I totally agree, Rachel. I wanna get my cuddle on, damn it!”
And with that, Rachel headed up the stairs with Santana in close pursuit. With any luck, someday soon they could walk down the halls of McKinley High hand in hand. But knowing how fierce Santana Lopez was, that day would be tomorrow morning at 8 a.m. sharp.
Author: lesbianlovr2011
Characters: Rachel/Santana, mentions Brittany/Santana, Brittany/Artie and Rachel/Quinn, and Finn/Quinn
Rating: PG-13 because Santana cusses like a sailor
Length: ~2,150
Summary: Little did Rachel know, this would be an all night adventure. One that neither one of the girls would ever forget.
Author’s Note: I want to give a huge THANKS to my beta prv-3-13-15!
Disclaimer: These characters aren’t mine. I just play with them.
Spoilers: None
Santana Lopez wasn’t one to fall madly in love with a complete loser. Of course, Brittany wasn’t exactly the brightest crayon in the box, but she had learned to deal with it over time. And her reputation as “Head Bitch” would become seriously compromised if her real feelings would ever come out. How could Santana Lopez, the hardass and queen bitch of McKinley High, fall out of love with a fellow Cheerio? Someone who only a few short months before, held the key to the Latina’s heart? Only one person could be held responsible for this thievery, and that person was Rachel “Man Hands” Berry.
Santana went out for glee club to be Sue Sylvester’s spy, to get into her good graces, and, most importantly, to become the head Cheerio. But after being shoved aside once more for Quinn “Preggers” Fabray, Santana didn’t see the purpose in staying in that God forsaken club. Brittany was all over Artie and, frankly, it made her quite nauseous to even be the same vicinity as the couple. Rachel was too busy drooling all over Quinn to even look the brunette’s way. Santana had to think of some way to get through to Rachel. She knew just the thing that Rachel would never turn down: a chance to show off and be “a star”.
"Damn it all to hell" was the first that flooded into Santana’s mind as she walked into the choir room. Rachel was all up on Quinn’s shit, pawing and giggling, and that was enough to make any decent human sick.
“Hey losers, do you mind if you cut that shit out? I just had lunch and I really don’t want to lose it,” Santana moaned, “I mean, if you must act like cats in heat, could you at least go in the closet or something?”
“Oh, Santana! Don’t be such a bad sport. Just because you aren’t in a chipper mood this afternoon doesn’t mean you have to bring everyone else down with you,” Rachel groaned. The brunette stood up and straightened her favorite purple unicorn sweater. "Jesus Christ, why does Man-Hands have to look so cute in that ugly ass sweater?!"
“Listen here, Man Hands. I’m not a “bad sport”. I just don’t come into rehearsal to see you two slobbering all over each other. But speaking of rehearsal, could you do me a favor?”
“Uhm, okay? What do you need, Santana?”
“Well, you know that new song we started yesterday? I just can’t get my notes right. And I was wondering if you could, you know, help me?” Just asking that simple question nearly gave the Latina a heart attack. After calling Rachel Man-Hands (which Santana now regretted), there was no way in Hell the brunette would agree to help her.
“Are you sure about this, Santana? Being seen with me outside of glee might tarnish your reputation,” Rachel muttered. Santana could see Rachel’s face turning a deep shade of red as she lowered her head.
“Yes, Rachel. You’re the best in here and I really need your help. Pretty please?” Santana couldn’t help but smile at the adorableness that was Rachel Berry. Now all she needed was a “yes” to start Phase One of her plan.
“Well, okay. Meet me by my car after school and you can follow me home. We can use the basement at my house to practice.”
“Alright, I will see you then.”
All through glee practice, Santana just couldn’t keep her mind off of Rachel. "Why does she have this effect on me? I’ve never been attracted to anyone besides Brittany. Now all I want is Rachel." The Latina didn’t even notice when Brittany did a duet with Artie that ended in a kiss. Nor did she notice Quinn and Rachel fighting over the fact that Santana would be going to Rachel’s house for some “extra practice”.
When the end of the day finally arrived Santana half jogged to Rachel’s car. It took only a few minutes for Rachel to catch up to the brunette. Rachel didn’t even look up as she approached the car but kept digging through her purse.
“I CANNOT find my keys anywhere. I’ve searched my purse a dozen times and my locker twice. They can’t have just disappeared!” Rachel was frantic and starting to cry. That’s when Santana noticed something that Rachel hadn’t.
“Fuckin’ damn it, Smurfette! I think you locked your keys in your car!” Santana pointed out as she tapped her finger gently on the window. “And you locked them in,” she continued as she pulled on the door handle with no results.
“What am I going to do? My dads are out of town on business until tomorrow afternoon and they have my spare with them,” Rachel sputtered as tears were falling fast from her eyes.
Santana couldn't stand see Rachel cry. Just seeing the tears run down the brunette’s cheeks broke her heart into pieces. So she did what she felt was right. As Rachel buried her face into her hands, Santana came forward and wrapped her arms around Rachel’s shoulder.
“Hey now, Rachel. There won’t be any crying today. I need you in tip-top shape to teach me those killer high notes. We can take my car. Not a big deal, alright?” Santana was slowly running her hands up and down the shorter girls back, trying to soothe her and bring the tears to an end.
“O-okay. If you’re sure. This has never happened to me before. I just don’t know where my head was today.” Rachel was still sucking back the tears and was in serious of a Kleenex or two.
Santana took a deep, slow breath. “If I wasn’t sure, Man Hands, I wouldn’t have suggested it. Get your ass in my car and let’s get the hell out of here.”
A small smile finally crept across Rachel’s face. "About fucking time". The Latina opened the door to her car and not so innocently teased, “Now get your ass in, Berry. We don’t have all damn night.”
But little did Rachel know, this would be an all night adventure. One that neither one of the girls would ever forget.
*~*~*~*~*
Rachel really didn’t understand what Santana’s intentions were. The Cheerio had never been this nice to her before, so why start now? But Rachel intended to take full advantage of the the nicer, sweeter Santana.
“Santana, do you even know where I live?” Santana never once stepped inside the Berry home, so Rachel knew that the Latina would have no idea where to go.
“Uh, yeah. I’m not a dumbass, Berry. You’ve lived in the same house ever since preschool. We used to ride the short bus together, remember?” Santana growled as she took the final turn onto Rachel’s street. Moments later, the pair pulled up in the driveway and Santana shut off her car.
“I can’t believe you remember where I live. It’s been a really long time since we were four, you know.” Rachel was in complete awe. "Has she been stalking me or something? This is a little disturbing."
“Oh, I’ve been by here since. Remember that time when your yard was forked and your car wrapped in plastic wrap? Yeah...that was me and Britt.” Santana started to laugh so hard that tears were running down her face. “You have to admit Rachel, that was pretty fuckin’ hilarious!”
There was no hiding the hilarity in the situation. Even Rachel, who was still a little upset about having to peel away layer after layer of plastic wrap off her car, laughed. “Santana! It took me an hour to peel all of that off my car. I was nearly late for ballet practice.” Wiping the tears from her face, Rachel giggled and added, “Okay, time for some practice. Let’s get inside.”
As the pair headed towards the house, Rachel couldn’t help but stare at Santana. The Latina wasn’t as small as Quinn nor was she as polite as the blonde. But the mystery and angst that surrounded her intrigued Rachel. Maybe it was the way she carried herself or her bitchy as hell attitude. But Santana, for the lack of better words, was just hot.
“Alright, Man Hands. Let’s get downstairs and get this party started.” Santana seemed a little anxious to Rachel, but went along with it anyway.
“I’ll meet you down there in a few minutes. I need to run upstairs and get my iPod so we can have the proper background music.”
As soon as Rachel heard the basement door close, the brunette sprinted up the stairs in record time. "I have to impress her, I just have to." Rachel grabbed her iPod of the stand and rushed back downstairs. With a deep breath and a small sigh, Rachel opened the basement door. And in that instant, she heard Santana talking. Not sure if she was on the phone or not, Rachel froze. And being the nosy person she was, listened carefully.
“Man Hands, sorry. Hard habit to break. I mean Rachel. Rachel. There is something I need to tell you. For the last few weeks I’ve been thinking. Mostly just about you. How cute you look in your grandma sweaters. How amazing your voice sounds when you sing. How positive you are all the time. And how beautiful you are inside and out. And I like you; I like you a shitton.” Santana stopped and didn’t say anything for a few moments. Then, out of nowhere, “God, Santana. You are such a dumbass. Berry will never buy your shit. Stop trying and just go with the fucking flow.”
Rachel couldn’t believe her ears."Santana Lopez, the tough as nails Cheerio, likes me. And thinks I’m great." Strangely enough, Rachel felt the same way (minus the sweaters, add the uniform). And after all, Rachel wasn’t really with Quinn. She was only pretending to be for Quinn’s sake. Because Quinn thought that if Finn saw the pair together, that he would get painfully jealous and rush back to Quinn’s side. Not only was Finn getting jealous, but it was driving Santana crazy. She had to set Santana straight. Right here. Right now.
"I’m baccck!” Rachel squealed as she half skipped down the steps. Santana had a small smile on her face. The smile immediately melted Rachel’s heart.
“Welcome back, Man Hands. What the hell took you so long?”
“I’m sorry. I called my dads and let them know I locked my keys in my car. Like you, they thought it was rather hilarious,” Rachel chuckled a little bit. After she got her composure back, Rachel looked up and added, “Santana, there is something we need to discuss."
“What is it, Smurfette? Just spit it out,” Santana whined while looking a little scared. Rachel felt her heart racing but she knew if she didn’t say it now, she never would.
“Santana, I like you. I think you’re beautiful, intelligent and frankly, your bitchiness is also attractive to me. And I want to see how things could go with us. That is, if you’re okay with that?” Finally it was out. And if there was any hint of rejection, Rachel was sure a heart attack would immediately follow.
“R-Rachel? Are you, you know, sure? I thought you were with Queen Quinn?” Santana asked with a note of surprise and slight confusion on her face.
“I was only pretending to be with Quinn to help her out. She wanted to make Finn jealous so he would come crawling back to her. But I want to be with you. I don’t want to pretend anymore, Santana. You’re who I want to be with. No one else. Only you.”
Rachel was barely able to finish her sentence before Santana ran towards her and put her into a giant bear hug. The two melted into each others arms and smiled. Nothing was going to bring Rachel down off of her high.
“Hey Santana, I say we skip the singing for now. Let’s go upstairs, cuddle and get to know each other a little better.”
“I totally agree, Rachel. I wanna get my cuddle on, damn it!”
And with that, Rachel headed up the stairs with Santana in close pursuit. With any luck, someday soon they could walk down the halls of McKinley High hand in hand. But knowing how fierce Santana Lopez was, that day would be tomorrow morning at 8 a.m. sharp.