First Date
Title: First Date
Author: uhhuhloren
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Rachel/Santana
Spoilers: None
Summary: Santana Thought she had it easy once she got the girl.
"I want you to take me out on a date." Santana let out one of those dog 'huh' sounds as she looked at Rachel.
"Repeat that?"
"I want you to take me out on a date" She repeated again. Santana sighed and lifted herself off of Rachel. It had been their assigned time to make out, between the hour of 4:30pm to 5:30pm, after glee and before Rachel's fathers got home.
"But, why?" Santana asked in a confused tone and she scratched the side of her head. Rachel rolled her eyes and sat up, crossing her arms over her chest.
"Why? We haven't been on a single date since the parking lot. All we do is make out, I'm beginning to think you're just using me for me delectable lips." Rachel said and pursed her lips together. Santana grumbled.
"What about when we eat lunch together, we do that everyday, doesn't that count for something?" She asked. Rachel rolled her eyes.
"You try to get your hand up my skirt everyday. That barely constitutes as anything." Santana gritted her teeth and put on her 'happy face'.
"Fine. I'll take you on a date, tomorrow night. How does that sound?" Santana asked. Rachel beamed and nodded.
"That sounds much better."
"So, can we go back to making out now?" Santana asked, and closed her eyes, moving in to kiss Rachel. Rachel shook her head and put a finger on Santana's lips.
"No, not until after our date." Rachel said with a fake smile. Santana groaned and pulled back. "And you have to go, my fathers are going to be here soon, and I'm still working out the kinks of telling them that my tormenter is now my girlfriend." Santana winced and nodded, putting a hand on Rachel's shoulder.
"Sorry..." She mumbled. Santana stood up and kissed Rachel on the forehead. "You said nothing about that." She told the shorter girl with a smirk and walked out the front door.
If Rachel Berry wanted a Date, then damn it, she'd get one.
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Santana had everything planned out, with the help of Kurt and Brittany, well it was Kurt, but only through Brittany did she get his help.
Everything was planned out, the romantic dinner, the nice walk in the park. Hell, she even dressed up, kinda. Her first version of dressing up was stealing one of the Glee costumes. Kurt almost had a heart attack when she said she wanted to wear her Halo/Walking on Sunshine dress. Instead he made her skip the last two periods of the day for a mall trip. Effortlessly he dressed her and sighed, leaning his head on Brittany's shoulder.
"I am God." He told her with a satisfied grin. Santana moved uncomfortably around in her outfit.
"Is this blazer necessary?" She asked. "I kinda look like a man." Kurt rolled his eyes.
"Calm down. You aren't wearing a suit. You have jeans on. The jacket is for show. No, yes, don't even try it." He said answering all questions he knew Santana was going to ask him. Santana rolled her eyes and turned to Brittany to the 'yay' or 'nay'. Brittany smiled and gave her two thumbs up.
"You'll knock em out of the court!"
"Park Brit, knock em out of the park."
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Six thirty sharp, Santana pulled up to the Berry household. She sighed and leaned back against her seat. "We couldn't just skip 'meet the parents' could we?" She grumbled and forced herself out of the car.
It wasn't even two seconds after she knocked on the door, did the door swing open and a tall, very, very, tall African-American man came into view. Santana visibly gulped as she looked up at him. "You must be Santana." He said evenly and stepped aside for her to enter. She was a dead woman.
For fifteen minutes Santana sat on a small arm chair in front of the couch where one of Rachel's father sat. Rachel's Daddy was stuck at the clinic for some time. He asked her common, light hearted questions and Santana replied, very nervously. Santana didn't no 'nervous'. She was always calm, cool, collective, well, until someone messed with someone she cared for.
"You know. We've heard a lot about you and your fellow Cheerios..." Eric, Rachel's father, and very intimidating man, said. Santana gulped and rubbed the back of her head, still in a nervous stupor.
"I... uh... Oh jesus..." Santana breathed out and stared at the ground searching for words. "Okay, it's like this Mr. Berry. I, look. I'm not trying to 'seduce' your daughter for laughs. I mean, sure it's weird but... I've been ridiculously in love with your daughter all through middle school and high school. It just... it took me a while to actually realize it. And I know that doesn't mean it was all right to torture her and I wish I could go back and undo everything I have, but I can't. I want to make up for it, and I want to date your daughter. I'll treat her like a queen." By the end of her speech Santana had risen to the floor and was staring down at Rachel's father.
Eric stood up and towered over Santana. Santana gulped and stepped back. Damnit nervous rambling. "You love my daughter?" Santana winced. She had let that slip, didn't she.
"I... screw it. I do sir." Santana said and did her best to hold her ground. "Just... don't tell her yet. We're kinda new in this relationship and I don't want to freak her out already than she is, because ya know. It's me and..." Eric laughed and put a hand on Santana's shoulder.
"You ramble. I can deal with Rachel's ramble, not much room for anyone else's. Relax, I just wanted to make sure that you are true to your word. And coming from what I see, you're either an amazing bluffer, or you are serious." Santana laughed nervously.
"I'm deathly serious, Sir-" Eric held up his hand.
"Sir is what Isaac called my father, please it's Eric." Santana sighed and let out a sigh in relief. The front door opened and Santana could only presume it was Rachel's 'Daddy'.
"Hon, look what I picked up from the pampered chef!" Isaac held up a meat cleaver and Santana screamed. She screamed louder that Rachel ever would in their future escapades together. She jumped back and hid behind the couch. Isaac looked confused then his eyes went wide quickly. "Tonight was it?" He asked and slowly lowered his hand, putting the cleaver back in the bag.
"What's going on? Dad, I swear if you-" Rachel stopped at the bottom of the steps and looked between her Daddy, Santana, and father. Her eyes locked onto her Daddy's hand. "Oh my Streisand! Are you trying to kill her?" She practically screamed and went to Santana's side. By that time Santana was almost to the ground, hiding. "San... San. Come on, they aren't going to kill you. My father's just don't think all of the time." Rachel shot them each a glare and started walking Santana to the door. "I'll be home by eleven."
"Ten." Isaac shouted.
"Eleven, Daddy. That extra hour is going to be spent trying to bring my girlfriend out of her catatonic state." Rachel said and exited the house.
It only took five steps before Santana stopped and stared at Rachel. "Your father's are crazy." She stated. Rachel winced and nodded.
"They're... special of sorts." Rachel explained. Santana nodded in agreement and motioned toward her car.
"C'mon I got a picnic waiting for us." Santana said and held her arm out. Rachel smiled and looped her arms through Santana's.
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The picnic went without a hitch, save Santana almost choking to death on an olive pit. Good thing Rachel was a master at the heimlic and after Santana claimed she needed mouth-to-mouth. Rachel could only roll her eyes and peck Santana on the cheek, calling her a horn dog.
After the picnic, two 'mysterious' people dressed in all black ran through, stealing the blanket with the food and basket. Rachel swore one of them was wearing Armani. Santana shrugged with a smirk and dragged Rachel off into the park trail.
"I'm surprised. Something in the back of my head told me you'd take me out for a slushie then try to make out with me in your car." Santana froze for a moment, but it went unnoticed by Rachel. That actually was her original plan, only it was a hot dog from one of those street vendors.
"Yeah well, I wanted to do something special, show you that I'm serious about you." Santana said with a light shrug. Rachel beamed at her, then shivered. She was too busy dragging Santana out of the house to remember a sweater. Santana raised an eyebrow and looked at her blazer.
She hated to admit it but Kurt was a genius.
Santana slipped off her jacket and put it over Rachel's shoulder. It was particularly larger due to Rachel's petite stature. Rachel blushed and leaned her head against Santana's shoulder as they kept walking.
They walked in comfortble silence back to Santana's car and drove around Lima with Rachel humming along to songs that popped up on the radio. At every red light Santana turned to Rachel and watched on lovingly as Rachel was swept up into whatever 80's pop classic was playing. As the time rolled on Santana found herself turning into Rachel's street and pulling up to her house.
"It's only ten thirty." Santana said with a small frown. She thought the date had lasted longer. Rachel grinned devilishly and unbuckled her seatbelt.
"I have an idea on what we could do for thirty minutes."
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The next day Santana walked into school, smiling brightly with the Blazer on, and in another outfit Kurt had bought her. Attached to her side like a tumor was Rachel, who had her hand in Santana's loosely. Santana stopped at Kurt's locker where he was idly chatting with Brittany.
"Hey Brit. Hummel." Kurt turned around and had a proud look on his face.
"I take it your night went well." He said with a smirk. Brittany giggled at the two.
"It did, and I... crap. I want to... thank you." Santana said lowly. Kurt raised an eyebrow and nodded.
"Well, I do need to help out my fellow gays." He said and moved his hair to his side smiling between Santana and Rachel.
Splash. Blueberry. Kurt's new Gucci sweater.
Santana growled. Rachel sighed.
"You just got back to school." Rachel whispered harshly. Santana shook her head and looked to Kurt who was staring at her in disbelief for what she was about to do. Rachel rolled her eyes but grinned. "Fine, just make sure you pick me up after school."
Santana smiled wildly and took off, Xena battle cry and all.
Author: uhhuhloren
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Rachel/Santana
Spoilers: None
Summary: Santana Thought she had it easy once she got the girl.
"I want you to take me out on a date." Santana let out one of those dog 'huh' sounds as she looked at Rachel.
"Repeat that?"
"I want you to take me out on a date" She repeated again. Santana sighed and lifted herself off of Rachel. It had been their assigned time to make out, between the hour of 4:30pm to 5:30pm, after glee and before Rachel's fathers got home.
"But, why?" Santana asked in a confused tone and she scratched the side of her head. Rachel rolled her eyes and sat up, crossing her arms over her chest.
"Why? We haven't been on a single date since the parking lot. All we do is make out, I'm beginning to think you're just using me for me delectable lips." Rachel said and pursed her lips together. Santana grumbled.
"What about when we eat lunch together, we do that everyday, doesn't that count for something?" She asked. Rachel rolled her eyes.
"You try to get your hand up my skirt everyday. That barely constitutes as anything." Santana gritted her teeth and put on her 'happy face'.
"Fine. I'll take you on a date, tomorrow night. How does that sound?" Santana asked. Rachel beamed and nodded.
"That sounds much better."
"So, can we go back to making out now?" Santana asked, and closed her eyes, moving in to kiss Rachel. Rachel shook her head and put a finger on Santana's lips.
"No, not until after our date." Rachel said with a fake smile. Santana groaned and pulled back. "And you have to go, my fathers are going to be here soon, and I'm still working out the kinks of telling them that my tormenter is now my girlfriend." Santana winced and nodded, putting a hand on Rachel's shoulder.
"Sorry..." She mumbled. Santana stood up and kissed Rachel on the forehead. "You said nothing about that." She told the shorter girl with a smirk and walked out the front door.
If Rachel Berry wanted a Date, then damn it, she'd get one.
-----
Santana had everything planned out, with the help of Kurt and Brittany, well it was Kurt, but only through Brittany did she get his help.
Everything was planned out, the romantic dinner, the nice walk in the park. Hell, she even dressed up, kinda. Her first version of dressing up was stealing one of the Glee costumes. Kurt almost had a heart attack when she said she wanted to wear her Halo/Walking on Sunshine dress. Instead he made her skip the last two periods of the day for a mall trip. Effortlessly he dressed her and sighed, leaning his head on Brittany's shoulder.
"I am God." He told her with a satisfied grin. Santana moved uncomfortably around in her outfit.
"Is this blazer necessary?" She asked. "I kinda look like a man." Kurt rolled his eyes.
"Calm down. You aren't wearing a suit. You have jeans on. The jacket is for show. No, yes, don't even try it." He said answering all questions he knew Santana was going to ask him. Santana rolled her eyes and turned to Brittany to the 'yay' or 'nay'. Brittany smiled and gave her two thumbs up.
"You'll knock em out of the court!"
"Park Brit, knock em out of the park."
-----
Six thirty sharp, Santana pulled up to the Berry household. She sighed and leaned back against her seat. "We couldn't just skip 'meet the parents' could we?" She grumbled and forced herself out of the car.
It wasn't even two seconds after she knocked on the door, did the door swing open and a tall, very, very, tall African-American man came into view. Santana visibly gulped as she looked up at him. "You must be Santana." He said evenly and stepped aside for her to enter. She was a dead woman.
For fifteen minutes Santana sat on a small arm chair in front of the couch where one of Rachel's father sat. Rachel's Daddy was stuck at the clinic for some time. He asked her common, light hearted questions and Santana replied, very nervously. Santana didn't no 'nervous'. She was always calm, cool, collective, well, until someone messed with someone she cared for.
"You know. We've heard a lot about you and your fellow Cheerios..." Eric, Rachel's father, and very intimidating man, said. Santana gulped and rubbed the back of her head, still in a nervous stupor.
"I... uh... Oh jesus..." Santana breathed out and stared at the ground searching for words. "Okay, it's like this Mr. Berry. I, look. I'm not trying to 'seduce' your daughter for laughs. I mean, sure it's weird but... I've been ridiculously in love with your daughter all through middle school and high school. It just... it took me a while to actually realize it. And I know that doesn't mean it was all right to torture her and I wish I could go back and undo everything I have, but I can't. I want to make up for it, and I want to date your daughter. I'll treat her like a queen." By the end of her speech Santana had risen to the floor and was staring down at Rachel's father.
Eric stood up and towered over Santana. Santana gulped and stepped back. Damnit nervous rambling. "You love my daughter?" Santana winced. She had let that slip, didn't she.
"I... screw it. I do sir." Santana said and did her best to hold her ground. "Just... don't tell her yet. We're kinda new in this relationship and I don't want to freak her out already than she is, because ya know. It's me and..." Eric laughed and put a hand on Santana's shoulder.
"You ramble. I can deal with Rachel's ramble, not much room for anyone else's. Relax, I just wanted to make sure that you are true to your word. And coming from what I see, you're either an amazing bluffer, or you are serious." Santana laughed nervously.
"I'm deathly serious, Sir-" Eric held up his hand.
"Sir is what Isaac called my father, please it's Eric." Santana sighed and let out a sigh in relief. The front door opened and Santana could only presume it was Rachel's 'Daddy'.
"Hon, look what I picked up from the pampered chef!" Isaac held up a meat cleaver and Santana screamed. She screamed louder that Rachel ever would in their future escapades together. She jumped back and hid behind the couch. Isaac looked confused then his eyes went wide quickly. "Tonight was it?" He asked and slowly lowered his hand, putting the cleaver back in the bag.
"What's going on? Dad, I swear if you-" Rachel stopped at the bottom of the steps and looked between her Daddy, Santana, and father. Her eyes locked onto her Daddy's hand. "Oh my Streisand! Are you trying to kill her?" She practically screamed and went to Santana's side. By that time Santana was almost to the ground, hiding. "San... San. Come on, they aren't going to kill you. My father's just don't think all of the time." Rachel shot them each a glare and started walking Santana to the door. "I'll be home by eleven."
"Ten." Isaac shouted.
"Eleven, Daddy. That extra hour is going to be spent trying to bring my girlfriend out of her catatonic state." Rachel said and exited the house.
It only took five steps before Santana stopped and stared at Rachel. "Your father's are crazy." She stated. Rachel winced and nodded.
"They're... special of sorts." Rachel explained. Santana nodded in agreement and motioned toward her car.
"C'mon I got a picnic waiting for us." Santana said and held her arm out. Rachel smiled and looped her arms through Santana's.
-----
The picnic went without a hitch, save Santana almost choking to death on an olive pit. Good thing Rachel was a master at the heimlic and after Santana claimed she needed mouth-to-mouth. Rachel could only roll her eyes and peck Santana on the cheek, calling her a horn dog.
After the picnic, two 'mysterious' people dressed in all black ran through, stealing the blanket with the food and basket. Rachel swore one of them was wearing Armani. Santana shrugged with a smirk and dragged Rachel off into the park trail.
"I'm surprised. Something in the back of my head told me you'd take me out for a slushie then try to make out with me in your car." Santana froze for a moment, but it went unnoticed by Rachel. That actually was her original plan, only it was a hot dog from one of those street vendors.
"Yeah well, I wanted to do something special, show you that I'm serious about you." Santana said with a light shrug. Rachel beamed at her, then shivered. She was too busy dragging Santana out of the house to remember a sweater. Santana raised an eyebrow and looked at her blazer.
She hated to admit it but Kurt was a genius.
Santana slipped off her jacket and put it over Rachel's shoulder. It was particularly larger due to Rachel's petite stature. Rachel blushed and leaned her head against Santana's shoulder as they kept walking.
They walked in comfortble silence back to Santana's car and drove around Lima with Rachel humming along to songs that popped up on the radio. At every red light Santana turned to Rachel and watched on lovingly as Rachel was swept up into whatever 80's pop classic was playing. As the time rolled on Santana found herself turning into Rachel's street and pulling up to her house.
"It's only ten thirty." Santana said with a small frown. She thought the date had lasted longer. Rachel grinned devilishly and unbuckled her seatbelt.
"I have an idea on what we could do for thirty minutes."
-----
The next day Santana walked into school, smiling brightly with the Blazer on, and in another outfit Kurt had bought her. Attached to her side like a tumor was Rachel, who had her hand in Santana's loosely. Santana stopped at Kurt's locker where he was idly chatting with Brittany.
"Hey Brit. Hummel." Kurt turned around and had a proud look on his face.
"I take it your night went well." He said with a smirk. Brittany giggled at the two.
"It did, and I... crap. I want to... thank you." Santana said lowly. Kurt raised an eyebrow and nodded.
"Well, I do need to help out my fellow gays." He said and moved his hair to his side smiling between Santana and Rachel.
Splash. Blueberry. Kurt's new Gucci sweater.
Santana growled. Rachel sighed.
"You just got back to school." Rachel whispered harshly. Santana shook her head and looked to Kurt who was staring at her in disbelief for what she was about to do. Rachel rolled her eyes but grinned. "Fine, just make sure you pick me up after school."
Santana smiled wildly and took off, Xena battle cry and all.