Whipped
Title: Whipped
Pairing: Rachel/Santana
Rating: PG
Length: ~900
Summary: Santana gets caught...doing something.
Author's Note: N/A
Preceded by:
Moods | Surprises
Santana stood like a deer in headlights as her girlfriend glared holes through the side of her head and clenched her fists at her side, absolutely seething.
It was a little insane, yeah, that they’d moved from Lima to New York together and immediately got an apartment. They had only been dating for seven months but they figured it would be cheaper than living on their own and they made sure to get a comfortable couch because, duh, it was Rachel Berry and Santana Lopez and fights were going to go down. The first day they had argued over where to put the toothbrush holder. Rachel preferred it on the right hand side of the sink; Santana wanted it on the left. They tried two separate holders but the counter space was already limited and something always got knocked off (inevitably into the toilet) so, after several nights of Santana sleeping on the couch, they had the building super install a wall-mounted toothbrush holder right over the sink faucet.
A month had gone by since then and things were working out alright. The apartment was tiny and they had trouble not running into each other but overall, they made it work. This, though? Santana was sure that Rachel was about to go absolutely insane judging by the look in her eyes.
“Santana, might I inquire as to what it is you’re doing right now?”
“Uh…”
“That is the single most vile and disgusting thing I think I’ve ever witnessed from you.”
“It’s not a big deal, Rach.”
Rachel squeaked. “Not a big deal?! Santana! That is positively nauseating!”
“It’s not like you use it or anything.”
“It doesn’t matter whether or not I use it! It’s disgusting! Does your mother know you do this?”
“I never got to do it at home, that’s why I do it now.”
The shorter brunette’s jaw dropped and Santana followed her as she stormed into their bedroom and began rummaging around in her purse.
“You’re seriously calling my mom?”
“She needs to know that her daughter is a delinquent and that she should discourage this sort of behavior in your younger brothers.”
“Rach, seriously, please don’t call her.”
There were two people in Santana’s life that terrified her. One of them was holding a phone with her thumb hovering over the call button and the other was probably yelling at her younger brothers to stop trying to kill each other. She’d never admit to being terrified of Rachel, of course, because that would mean she was whipped. And Santana Lopez would never admit that.
“I don’t know what else to do, Santana. I can handle you leaving dirty shirts on the floor or not properly lining your shoes up in their appropriate places in the closet but this? This is abhorrent.”
“You don’t use it!”
“What if we have guests, Santana?! What if my fathers or your parents come for a visit? I refuse to have to explain to them-“
“Okay, okay! I get it! I’m sorry, I won’t do it again.”
Rachel nodded. “Apology will be accepted when the situation is rectified.”
“I’ll go to the store and get a new one and write my name on the old one so no one grabs it, okay? Just…give me like two minutes to put something decent on.”
Rachel crossed her arms over her chest and gave a satisfied smile. Santana immediately grabbed a t-shirt and jeans out of the closet and dressed quickly, slipping on flip-flops on the way out. She was totally not whipped. Not at all. Rachel was right, it was gross, and she’d just have to replace it. No big deal. She kissed her girlfriend goodbye before rushing out of the apartment and practically running three blocks to the nearest convenience store.
Once the door shut behind the Latina, Rachel gave a satisfied smirk. Santana? Totally wrapped around her little finger. Completely and utterly whipped. She was sincere in telling Santana that her actions were completely disgusting because, ew, what civilized person does that? But having the girl rush out of the apartment to immediately fix the situation? Completely worth it.
Fifteen minutes later Santana was back, out of breath from running to the convenience store and then running harder to out-run a stray dog on the way back, precious cargo tucked safely in her arms. She greeted Rachel by coming up from behind the couch and handing over a bouquet of colorful daisies (Rachel’s favorite) and the latest issue of Cosmo as her “I’m sorry” presents. She was followed to the kitchen by her girlfriend and she could feel Rachel’s eyes on her as she took out a Sharpie from one of the kitchen drawers and then the carton of milk from the refrigerator. She wrote, in thick letters, “SANTANA” and placed the carton back in the refrigerator. It was followed by a brand new carton of (very, very overpriced) milk.
“Thank you,” Rachel said with a smile.
“The things I do for love…” Santana mumbled as she pulled Rachel back to the living room.
“What have we learned today?”
“Don’t drink from the milk carton when you’re home.”
Rachel shrieked and playfully smacked Santana’s arm. The Latina just smiled and opened her arms to her girlfriend to pull her down to the couch where they snuggled up to watch whatever was on TV. The whole cohabitating thing? It was going to be totally awesome.
Next: Origins
Pairing: Rachel/Santana
Rating: PG
Length: ~900
Summary: Santana gets caught...doing something.
Author's Note: N/A
Preceded by:
Moods | Surprises
Santana stood like a deer in headlights as her girlfriend glared holes through the side of her head and clenched her fists at her side, absolutely seething.
It was a little insane, yeah, that they’d moved from Lima to New York together and immediately got an apartment. They had only been dating for seven months but they figured it would be cheaper than living on their own and they made sure to get a comfortable couch because, duh, it was Rachel Berry and Santana Lopez and fights were going to go down. The first day they had argued over where to put the toothbrush holder. Rachel preferred it on the right hand side of the sink; Santana wanted it on the left. They tried two separate holders but the counter space was already limited and something always got knocked off (inevitably into the toilet) so, after several nights of Santana sleeping on the couch, they had the building super install a wall-mounted toothbrush holder right over the sink faucet.
A month had gone by since then and things were working out alright. The apartment was tiny and they had trouble not running into each other but overall, they made it work. This, though? Santana was sure that Rachel was about to go absolutely insane judging by the look in her eyes.
“Santana, might I inquire as to what it is you’re doing right now?”
“Uh…”
“That is the single most vile and disgusting thing I think I’ve ever witnessed from you.”
“It’s not a big deal, Rach.”
Rachel squeaked. “Not a big deal?! Santana! That is positively nauseating!”
“It’s not like you use it or anything.”
“It doesn’t matter whether or not I use it! It’s disgusting! Does your mother know you do this?”
“I never got to do it at home, that’s why I do it now.”
The shorter brunette’s jaw dropped and Santana followed her as she stormed into their bedroom and began rummaging around in her purse.
“You’re seriously calling my mom?”
“She needs to know that her daughter is a delinquent and that she should discourage this sort of behavior in your younger brothers.”
“Rach, seriously, please don’t call her.”
There were two people in Santana’s life that terrified her. One of them was holding a phone with her thumb hovering over the call button and the other was probably yelling at her younger brothers to stop trying to kill each other. She’d never admit to being terrified of Rachel, of course, because that would mean she was whipped. And Santana Lopez would never admit that.
“I don’t know what else to do, Santana. I can handle you leaving dirty shirts on the floor or not properly lining your shoes up in their appropriate places in the closet but this? This is abhorrent.”
“You don’t use it!”
“What if we have guests, Santana?! What if my fathers or your parents come for a visit? I refuse to have to explain to them-“
“Okay, okay! I get it! I’m sorry, I won’t do it again.”
Rachel nodded. “Apology will be accepted when the situation is rectified.”
“I’ll go to the store and get a new one and write my name on the old one so no one grabs it, okay? Just…give me like two minutes to put something decent on.”
Rachel crossed her arms over her chest and gave a satisfied smile. Santana immediately grabbed a t-shirt and jeans out of the closet and dressed quickly, slipping on flip-flops on the way out. She was totally not whipped. Not at all. Rachel was right, it was gross, and she’d just have to replace it. No big deal. She kissed her girlfriend goodbye before rushing out of the apartment and practically running three blocks to the nearest convenience store.
Once the door shut behind the Latina, Rachel gave a satisfied smirk. Santana? Totally wrapped around her little finger. Completely and utterly whipped. She was sincere in telling Santana that her actions were completely disgusting because, ew, what civilized person does that? But having the girl rush out of the apartment to immediately fix the situation? Completely worth it.
Fifteen minutes later Santana was back, out of breath from running to the convenience store and then running harder to out-run a stray dog on the way back, precious cargo tucked safely in her arms. She greeted Rachel by coming up from behind the couch and handing over a bouquet of colorful daisies (Rachel’s favorite) and the latest issue of Cosmo as her “I’m sorry” presents. She was followed to the kitchen by her girlfriend and she could feel Rachel’s eyes on her as she took out a Sharpie from one of the kitchen drawers and then the carton of milk from the refrigerator. She wrote, in thick letters, “SANTANA” and placed the carton back in the refrigerator. It was followed by a brand new carton of (very, very overpriced) milk.
“Thank you,” Rachel said with a smile.
“The things I do for love…” Santana mumbled as she pulled Rachel back to the living room.
“What have we learned today?”
“Don’t drink from the milk carton when you’re home.”
Rachel shrieked and playfully smacked Santana’s arm. The Latina just smiled and opened her arms to her girlfriend to pull her down to the couch where they snuggled up to watch whatever was on TV. The whole cohabitating thing? It was going to be totally awesome.
Next: Origins