Pezberry: That Old Lopez Charm
Fandom: Glee
Title: That Old Lopez Charm
Author: purrpickle
Rating: T
Chapter: Two (One, Two, Three)
Length: 2,000+
Pairing(s): Rachel/Santana
Spoilers: None
Disclaimer: I don't own Glee nor the characters within.
Summary: It took two months for Santana to seduce Rachel. It wasn't easy, but she'd known from the beginning that it would be worth it. Planning and execution had never been so fun, and the spoils were going to be sweet indeed. Pezberry.
A/N: In my universe, Cheerio jackets have last names sewn onto their backs. Just so you know.
Rachel's eyes seemed to grow wider and wider the farther away from Lima they drove. Her lower lip had a new home in her mouth, and Santana was afraid she'd strain her eyeballs at the rate she kept on looking back and forth between Santana and the stretch of road out of the windshield. It made her incredibly happy that she had Rachel exactly where she wanted her. She'd even managed to convince the other girl that they could wait to listen to songs until they'd stopped driving; she liked that radio station.
Though the sun hadn't started slipping below the horizon yet, Santana could feel the temperature dipping a bit, made especially more noticeable because of the wind whipping past. Because her natural physiology afforded her a warmer than normal body temperature, it didn't bother her. However, she could see Rachel wasn't feeling the same. Taking in her small shifts and movements, as well as the beginnings of goose bumps on her arms, Santana spoke up, "Berry."
"What?"
"Do you have a jacket?"
"No, I do not." Smoothing down her shorts, Rachel shook her head.
Santana raised an eyebrow. "Why not?" she asked, shooting Rachel a pointed look. "Aren't you, like, always prepared?"
That gained her another disgruntled expression in her direction. "Since I hadn't anticipated being outside or in a car where the top could be lowered, I didn't think one would be needed. Besides, I didn't have enough room in my backpack, due to all of my school books needed for this weekend."
Santana rolled her eyes. "Why can't you answer in three words or less? You'd probably save the ozone layer all by yourself."
"That's ridiculous, Santana."
"Is it? Tell me, Berry," Santana smirked at her, "What's the longest you've gone without speaking? Heck, I bet you even talk in your sleep." She certainly wouldn't mind finding out.
Rachel crossed her arms. "I'm not going to answer that," she said primly, pointedly looking outside.
"Aww, you're no fun."
"I'm sorry you find me bereft of entertainment."
Santana grinned at Rachel's tone. She looked over and quirked her eyebrows at her, "Now, I didn't say that, did I?"
"It… It was implied!" Rachel threw back, "As well as you have said the equivalent of such on many different occasions."
Hmm. That was true. Frowning, Santana peered at the mile marker sign that was coming up fast. Yup, that was the correct one. "Well, Berry," she started, slowing down and putting her blinker on, "Here's your chance to start changing that opinion." Pulling onto a slightly hidden dirt road, Santana smiled devilishly at Rachel's, "Where are we going?"
About a hundred yards in, right before the tree line of one of the forested parts of the outskirts of Lima, Ohio, Santana parked near the back of a turnaround. Jumping out of the car, she pulled her Cheerios bag out from behind her seat, rifled through it, then threw her Cheerios sweatshirt at Rachel. "Alright, c'mon, slowpoke! It's a bit of a hike, but we should make it in time. If you start moving."
"Wha - but - Santana! How are we going to be able to work on a duet out here? I don't see how it could be done, quite frankly, as we don't have the nurturing environment that would be best suited for exploring harmonies and songs themselves. The ambient sound of nature itself would be a deterrent for the simplest of songs!"
Sighing heavily, Santana turned to Rachel, who was stubbornly staying put in the passenger seat, arms crossed and chin jutting out. She pulled out a headphone splitter as well as two pairs of DJ-worthy headphones.
Mouth dropping, it took Rachel a couple of seconds to think up another protest, "But what about the time and the beckoning dusk? I will not walk around in nature where there is the threat of danger!"
Silently, Santana held up two heavy duty flashlights and a first aid/survival kit.
"While it's admirable that you have those with you, I only have until seven o'clock until I have to be home, and I will not be late - "
"Jesus, Berry, I'll make sure you'll be back when you want to be." Santana patted herself on the back for how open-ended that statement was. If she had her way, Rachel wouldn't notice or mind staying out later.
"Well, what if we get lost?"
Santana rolled her eyes, glad she had planned ahead for everything Rachel could have thought up no matter what they had ended up doing, and pulled out her phone. "I have GPS, as well as I know where we're going. It's like the back of my hand! Seriously, Berry, man up and fricken' stop raining on the parade! Where's your sense of adventure?"
Not waiting for the response, she grabbed the food they had picked up earlier and put it into her Cheerios bag as well. Shouldering it, she went to the front seat and leaned over the door to see if she was forgetting anything. "Oh, wallet might be good," she muttered and slipped it into her back pocket. If something did happen to them, it would be nice if her I.D. could be used to identify her body.
Grinning at the morbid thoughts and toying with the idea of mentioning it to Rachel to see her reaction, she looked over to where the other girl had finally gotten out of the car. Currently in the process of shrugging into Santana's sweatshirt, Santana couldn't help but stare. Her sweatshirt almost swamped the smaller girl, which might have been funny in any other situation, but Santana found that laughing was the farthest thing from her mind. In a primal way, Rachel wearing Santana's sweatshirt made Rachel hers. She could only imagine what Rachel would look like in her Cheerios jacket with Lopez stitched on the back. Swallowing back the sudden surge of arousal that spiked through her, she coughed loudly. "You, uh, ready to go already?"
Looking down at herself, holding out her arms and studying just how low the sweatshirt hung on her, almost coming to mid-thigh but still leaving a long expanse of leg showing, Rachel asked thoughtfully, "Should I be concerned about poison ivy? There are two other related species, you know, and I do not wish to come into contact with any of them."
Santana stared at her, then started chuckling. "I'll take that as you're ready to go." Walking over and grabbing the notebook and pen, as well as iPod that she almost had to wrench out of Rachel's hands, she stuffed them into her bag, and leaned in to push the button to raise the roof of the MR2 - no sense in tempting fate with trees and birds and who knows what else around.
As soon as she locked it, Rachel popped up next to her. "Alright, Santana," she started, "I am laying my life in your hands - against my better judgment, I might add - and I trust that you are going to get me wherever it is that you are taking me and back safely. While I do not understand, exactly, what you are doing - or why, frankly, you have decided to share whatever this is with me - I do have to admit I am curious.
"However, I do feel I have to preface that statement with the fact that if you did not seem as interested in actually preparing for our duet as you are, I wouldn't be agreeing to this."
"Nice to know, Berry. Now shut up and follow me."
*
The walk wasn't too strenuous. Knowing Rachel would have no trouble keeping up, Santana didn't hold back with the pace she used. It usually only took about fifteen minutes to make it to where she was heading, but with Rachel's rambling monologue and incessant questions, as well as stopping outright for five minutes so the small girl could call her fathers to tell them exactly what she was up to and where she was (well, as much as Santana would tell her, supplying the GPS coordinates "…so fricken' A, Berry, it doesn't sound like I'm kidnapping you"), it ended up taking about twenty minutes. By that time, Rachel was nervously glancing at her watch and Santana was scanning the sky above.
As the trees thinned and the path leveled out, Santana grinned and grabbed Rachel's wrist. "C'mon! We're here." Happy that no cars at the parking spot meant no one at the overlook, she pulled a blinking Rachel into the suddenly direct sunlight.
Not many people knew about this certain overlook of one of Lima's outlying reservoirs, and Santana wouldn't have known about it if her older brother hadn't introduced it to her four years ago before she got, in his words, "Insufferable," and he stopped hanging out with her. One of Santana's favorite places in the world, it just so happened to have a perfect view of the sunset.
Which was going to start in ten minutes. Plopping her Cheerios bag onto the lone bench that sat near the cliff, she began to arrange everything in it to two piles on both ends. Food and flashlights and just-in-case-it-was-needed-and-it-would-only-be-perverts-who-would-think-she-had-any-ulterior-motives blanket on one side, Rachel's notebook and iPod and Santana's headphones and equipment on the other. She left enough space in the middle for her and Rachel to sit comfortably. "Well, Berry?" she twisted a little to see where Rachel had gone since she'd let her go, "Whaddya think?"
"Santana…" Rachel was standing near the edge of the forest, staring at the expanse of water and sky that stretched out in front of them. Her hands were playing with the hem of Santana's sweatshirt, and she looked like a little kid being presented with a newborn sibling for the first time; drinking her in, Santana knew she'd done well.
Rachel's eyes were large and doe-like, her mouth slightly crooked as she met Santana's gaze, "What… What is this?"
Giving Rachel one of the few sincere smiles she'd ever given her, Santana patted the seat next to her, "C'mon, join me. Let's eat before the light show starts."
Walking forward hesitantly, Rachel stood before Santana's seated figure and accepted the water bottle Santana handed her. Taking a sip of her own bottle, Santana waited patiently for Rachel to gather her bearings. She didn't mind. The other girl was placed just perfectly that her body was highlighted nicely, as well as she blocked the piercing light from the sun that seemed to have great pleasure in hovering at eye level. So, two bonuses.
A stray gust of wind suddenly blew up from behind her, and Santana shivered at the chill it left on her bare arms. Before she could reach over for the blanket, Rachel noticed. "Oh! It hasn't been fair of me to keep your sweatshirt for so long, and I'm sure you'll want it back soon. Here, let me…"
Santana shook her head, putting a hand out to press against the closest of Rachel's arms, lowering it from its partial disrobing. "Chill. It's cool. I brought a blanket. Besides, I have a normally higher temperature, okay?" Besides, she didn't want Rachel to take off that sweatshirt anytime soon.
Still looking unsure, Rachel nodded, then finally sat down. Though she left about three inches between them - Santana noticed it was the most she could without shoving anything off the bench nor appearing highly awkward - Santana still saw it as a small victory. She made sure to purposefully brush her fingers over Rachel's as she accepted the blanket she passed her. The blush that caused made Santana smirk, but she pushed it away, laid the blanket around her lap and upper chest, and asked for the carrot sticks.
Two minutes later, Rachel gasped.
The sky had been darkening considerably in the last few moments, the sound of nature (mostly crickets with a few bird calls) had picked up, and with a burst of bright orange, sunset had begun.
Washes of red and purple rippled across the sky, orange weaving in and out while pulling pink behind it. It was one of the best sunsets Santana had seen in a while, and she took that as a sign that the person above who seemed to be watching her closely heartily approved. She smiled. Uber mega points must surely be tallied in her column, and she could not wait to get the jackpot.
Letting her mind wander even as the colors spread out above, she started making a mental checklist of what she had accomplished so far. She'd managed to keep Rachel off balance throughout the whole outing, she hadn't used any hurtful nicknames, she'd bought her dinner - and made it a 'romantic picnic' to boot, complete with a beautiful sunset that she was sure Rachel was going all swoony over. Averting her gaze to take in the look of awe Rachel wore, Santana smirked. Oh yeah. She was good.
Turning her head to the sunset, Santana looked back over at Rachel when she felt something brush softly against her elbow. Noticing that Rachel was shivering a bit, Santana leaned forward and peered through the darkness to see that the small girl was rubbing her hands up and down her thighs and knees. She unwound the blanket from around herself, rotated it 90 degrees, and then plopped the now free bottom onto Rachel's lap. Warm enough with her shoulders down to the tip of her knees covered, Santana nodded and told Rachel so when the girl looked up at her uncomprehendingly.
"Oh… Okay, thank you." Tucking the blanket around herself after drawing her legs up, Rachel paused, searched Santana's face, then shifted minutely closer so the blanket could cover more of her. Even though Rachel was sitting as stiffly as she could, making sure to keep their bodies from touching, Santana knew a shiny gold one had been added under her name in her mental tally.
Of course, she had no way of knowing, but in the next couple of days she would manage to lose almost all of the shiny gold numbers she'd earned.
Title: That Old Lopez Charm
Author: purrpickle
Rating: T
Chapter: Two (One, Two, Three)
Length: 2,000+
Pairing(s): Rachel/Santana
Spoilers: None
Disclaimer: I don't own Glee nor the characters within.
Summary: It took two months for Santana to seduce Rachel. It wasn't easy, but she'd known from the beginning that it would be worth it. Planning and execution had never been so fun, and the spoils were going to be sweet indeed. Pezberry.
A/N: In my universe, Cheerio jackets have last names sewn onto their backs. Just so you know.
Rachel's eyes seemed to grow wider and wider the farther away from Lima they drove. Her lower lip had a new home in her mouth, and Santana was afraid she'd strain her eyeballs at the rate she kept on looking back and forth between Santana and the stretch of road out of the windshield. It made her incredibly happy that she had Rachel exactly where she wanted her. She'd even managed to convince the other girl that they could wait to listen to songs until they'd stopped driving; she liked that radio station.
Though the sun hadn't started slipping below the horizon yet, Santana could feel the temperature dipping a bit, made especially more noticeable because of the wind whipping past. Because her natural physiology afforded her a warmer than normal body temperature, it didn't bother her. However, she could see Rachel wasn't feeling the same. Taking in her small shifts and movements, as well as the beginnings of goose bumps on her arms, Santana spoke up, "Berry."
"What?"
"Do you have a jacket?"
"No, I do not." Smoothing down her shorts, Rachel shook her head.
Santana raised an eyebrow. "Why not?" she asked, shooting Rachel a pointed look. "Aren't you, like, always prepared?"
That gained her another disgruntled expression in her direction. "Since I hadn't anticipated being outside or in a car where the top could be lowered, I didn't think one would be needed. Besides, I didn't have enough room in my backpack, due to all of my school books needed for this weekend."
Santana rolled her eyes. "Why can't you answer in three words or less? You'd probably save the ozone layer all by yourself."
"That's ridiculous, Santana."
"Is it? Tell me, Berry," Santana smirked at her, "What's the longest you've gone without speaking? Heck, I bet you even talk in your sleep." She certainly wouldn't mind finding out.
Rachel crossed her arms. "I'm not going to answer that," she said primly, pointedly looking outside.
"Aww, you're no fun."
"I'm sorry you find me bereft of entertainment."
Santana grinned at Rachel's tone. She looked over and quirked her eyebrows at her, "Now, I didn't say that, did I?"
"It… It was implied!" Rachel threw back, "As well as you have said the equivalent of such on many different occasions."
Hmm. That was true. Frowning, Santana peered at the mile marker sign that was coming up fast. Yup, that was the correct one. "Well, Berry," she started, slowing down and putting her blinker on, "Here's your chance to start changing that opinion." Pulling onto a slightly hidden dirt road, Santana smiled devilishly at Rachel's, "Where are we going?"
About a hundred yards in, right before the tree line of one of the forested parts of the outskirts of Lima, Ohio, Santana parked near the back of a turnaround. Jumping out of the car, she pulled her Cheerios bag out from behind her seat, rifled through it, then threw her Cheerios sweatshirt at Rachel. "Alright, c'mon, slowpoke! It's a bit of a hike, but we should make it in time. If you start moving."
"Wha - but - Santana! How are we going to be able to work on a duet out here? I don't see how it could be done, quite frankly, as we don't have the nurturing environment that would be best suited for exploring harmonies and songs themselves. The ambient sound of nature itself would be a deterrent for the simplest of songs!"
Sighing heavily, Santana turned to Rachel, who was stubbornly staying put in the passenger seat, arms crossed and chin jutting out. She pulled out a headphone splitter as well as two pairs of DJ-worthy headphones.
Mouth dropping, it took Rachel a couple of seconds to think up another protest, "But what about the time and the beckoning dusk? I will not walk around in nature where there is the threat of danger!"
Silently, Santana held up two heavy duty flashlights and a first aid/survival kit.
"While it's admirable that you have those with you, I only have until seven o'clock until I have to be home, and I will not be late - "
"Jesus, Berry, I'll make sure you'll be back when you want to be." Santana patted herself on the back for how open-ended that statement was. If she had her way, Rachel wouldn't notice or mind staying out later.
"Well, what if we get lost?"
Santana rolled her eyes, glad she had planned ahead for everything Rachel could have thought up no matter what they had ended up doing, and pulled out her phone. "I have GPS, as well as I know where we're going. It's like the back of my hand! Seriously, Berry, man up and fricken' stop raining on the parade! Where's your sense of adventure?"
Not waiting for the response, she grabbed the food they had picked up earlier and put it into her Cheerios bag as well. Shouldering it, she went to the front seat and leaned over the door to see if she was forgetting anything. "Oh, wallet might be good," she muttered and slipped it into her back pocket. If something did happen to them, it would be nice if her I.D. could be used to identify her body.
Grinning at the morbid thoughts and toying with the idea of mentioning it to Rachel to see her reaction, she looked over to where the other girl had finally gotten out of the car. Currently in the process of shrugging into Santana's sweatshirt, Santana couldn't help but stare. Her sweatshirt almost swamped the smaller girl, which might have been funny in any other situation, but Santana found that laughing was the farthest thing from her mind. In a primal way, Rachel wearing Santana's sweatshirt made Rachel hers. She could only imagine what Rachel would look like in her Cheerios jacket with Lopez stitched on the back. Swallowing back the sudden surge of arousal that spiked through her, she coughed loudly. "You, uh, ready to go already?"
Looking down at herself, holding out her arms and studying just how low the sweatshirt hung on her, almost coming to mid-thigh but still leaving a long expanse of leg showing, Rachel asked thoughtfully, "Should I be concerned about poison ivy? There are two other related species, you know, and I do not wish to come into contact with any of them."
Santana stared at her, then started chuckling. "I'll take that as you're ready to go." Walking over and grabbing the notebook and pen, as well as iPod that she almost had to wrench out of Rachel's hands, she stuffed them into her bag, and leaned in to push the button to raise the roof of the MR2 - no sense in tempting fate with trees and birds and who knows what else around.
As soon as she locked it, Rachel popped up next to her. "Alright, Santana," she started, "I am laying my life in your hands - against my better judgment, I might add - and I trust that you are going to get me wherever it is that you are taking me and back safely. While I do not understand, exactly, what you are doing - or why, frankly, you have decided to share whatever this is with me - I do have to admit I am curious.
"However, I do feel I have to preface that statement with the fact that if you did not seem as interested in actually preparing for our duet as you are, I wouldn't be agreeing to this."
"Nice to know, Berry. Now shut up and follow me."
*
The walk wasn't too strenuous. Knowing Rachel would have no trouble keeping up, Santana didn't hold back with the pace she used. It usually only took about fifteen minutes to make it to where she was heading, but with Rachel's rambling monologue and incessant questions, as well as stopping outright for five minutes so the small girl could call her fathers to tell them exactly what she was up to and where she was (well, as much as Santana would tell her, supplying the GPS coordinates "…so fricken' A, Berry, it doesn't sound like I'm kidnapping you"), it ended up taking about twenty minutes. By that time, Rachel was nervously glancing at her watch and Santana was scanning the sky above.
As the trees thinned and the path leveled out, Santana grinned and grabbed Rachel's wrist. "C'mon! We're here." Happy that no cars at the parking spot meant no one at the overlook, she pulled a blinking Rachel into the suddenly direct sunlight.
Not many people knew about this certain overlook of one of Lima's outlying reservoirs, and Santana wouldn't have known about it if her older brother hadn't introduced it to her four years ago before she got, in his words, "Insufferable," and he stopped hanging out with her. One of Santana's favorite places in the world, it just so happened to have a perfect view of the sunset.
Which was going to start in ten minutes. Plopping her Cheerios bag onto the lone bench that sat near the cliff, she began to arrange everything in it to two piles on both ends. Food and flashlights and just-in-case-it-was-needed-and-it-would-only-be-perverts-who-would-think-she-had-any-ulterior-motives blanket on one side, Rachel's notebook and iPod and Santana's headphones and equipment on the other. She left enough space in the middle for her and Rachel to sit comfortably. "Well, Berry?" she twisted a little to see where Rachel had gone since she'd let her go, "Whaddya think?"
"Santana…" Rachel was standing near the edge of the forest, staring at the expanse of water and sky that stretched out in front of them. Her hands were playing with the hem of Santana's sweatshirt, and she looked like a little kid being presented with a newborn sibling for the first time; drinking her in, Santana knew she'd done well.
Rachel's eyes were large and doe-like, her mouth slightly crooked as she met Santana's gaze, "What… What is this?"
Giving Rachel one of the few sincere smiles she'd ever given her, Santana patted the seat next to her, "C'mon, join me. Let's eat before the light show starts."
Walking forward hesitantly, Rachel stood before Santana's seated figure and accepted the water bottle Santana handed her. Taking a sip of her own bottle, Santana waited patiently for Rachel to gather her bearings. She didn't mind. The other girl was placed just perfectly that her body was highlighted nicely, as well as she blocked the piercing light from the sun that seemed to have great pleasure in hovering at eye level. So, two bonuses.
A stray gust of wind suddenly blew up from behind her, and Santana shivered at the chill it left on her bare arms. Before she could reach over for the blanket, Rachel noticed. "Oh! It hasn't been fair of me to keep your sweatshirt for so long, and I'm sure you'll want it back soon. Here, let me…"
Santana shook her head, putting a hand out to press against the closest of Rachel's arms, lowering it from its partial disrobing. "Chill. It's cool. I brought a blanket. Besides, I have a normally higher temperature, okay?" Besides, she didn't want Rachel to take off that sweatshirt anytime soon.
Still looking unsure, Rachel nodded, then finally sat down. Though she left about three inches between them - Santana noticed it was the most she could without shoving anything off the bench nor appearing highly awkward - Santana still saw it as a small victory. She made sure to purposefully brush her fingers over Rachel's as she accepted the blanket she passed her. The blush that caused made Santana smirk, but she pushed it away, laid the blanket around her lap and upper chest, and asked for the carrot sticks.
Two minutes later, Rachel gasped.
The sky had been darkening considerably in the last few moments, the sound of nature (mostly crickets with a few bird calls) had picked up, and with a burst of bright orange, sunset had begun.
Washes of red and purple rippled across the sky, orange weaving in and out while pulling pink behind it. It was one of the best sunsets Santana had seen in a while, and she took that as a sign that the person above who seemed to be watching her closely heartily approved. She smiled. Uber mega points must surely be tallied in her column, and she could not wait to get the jackpot.
Letting her mind wander even as the colors spread out above, she started making a mental checklist of what she had accomplished so far. She'd managed to keep Rachel off balance throughout the whole outing, she hadn't used any hurtful nicknames, she'd bought her dinner - and made it a 'romantic picnic' to boot, complete with a beautiful sunset that she was sure Rachel was going all swoony over. Averting her gaze to take in the look of awe Rachel wore, Santana smirked. Oh yeah. She was good.
Turning her head to the sunset, Santana looked back over at Rachel when she felt something brush softly against her elbow. Noticing that Rachel was shivering a bit, Santana leaned forward and peered through the darkness to see that the small girl was rubbing her hands up and down her thighs and knees. She unwound the blanket from around herself, rotated it 90 degrees, and then plopped the now free bottom onto Rachel's lap. Warm enough with her shoulders down to the tip of her knees covered, Santana nodded and told Rachel so when the girl looked up at her uncomprehendingly.
"Oh… Okay, thank you." Tucking the blanket around herself after drawing her legs up, Rachel paused, searched Santana's face, then shifted minutely closer so the blanket could cover more of her. Even though Rachel was sitting as stiffly as she could, making sure to keep their bodies from touching, Santana knew a shiny gold one had been added under her name in her mental tally.
Of course, she had no way of knowing, but in the next couple of days she would manage to lose almost all of the shiny gold numbers she'd earned.