fic: de-efferented state for dratij
Title: de-efferented state
Author: nonsensesqrd
Rating: G
Characters/Pairings: Rachel/Santana mentions of Rachel/Finn I guess.
Word Count: 1227
Spoilers: None.
Disclaimer: I do not own Glee. Also this was not looked over by a beta.
Summary: Rachel and Santana have a heart to heart... in a tomb.
Author’s notes: This is an AU/Future fic. Not based on any of your prompts. I'll just say I'm sorry, but I tried really hard dratij.
"Yo, Berry. Didn’t know you would be here." Santana says trying to act nonchalant as she enters the dimly lit ancient tomb.
Rachel closes her eyes barely resisting the temptation to bang her head against the wall, and tells herself not to do it because it might destroy the image she has lovingly and painstakingly worked on restoring. Opening her eyes again, Rachel looks at the image before her and tries to take a deep breath without inhaling dust. “It is so good to see you, Santana.” She turns to face the intruder, and gives a bright fake smile. “ I was worried that you might be incarcerated or stuck in an endless stack of Egyptian red tape.”
Snorting at the fake concern Santana replies, “You know me, I’m like a cat. I’ll always land on my feet.” She emphasises her point by jumping in place and moving her arms out in a pose that is actually quite silly.
Rachel rolls her eyes at the antics (of her friend, no her enemy, no her frenemy?) of Santana. Shaking her head to clear her mental and asks, “What are you doing here?”
“I heard that this was the happening place.” Santana moves around the room taking in the pictographs that adorn the walls. “The real question is what are you doing here Rachel? Last I heard you were shacking up with the giant in a clean little house with a white picket fence, and working on the 2.5 kids.” Santana tries to act nonchalant when she leans closer to one section of the wall that allows her to see Rachel’s profile from the corner of her eye. She reaches out to touch a piece that is sticking out slightly.
“No! Don’t...” The rest of Rachel’s words are drowned out by the sound of rock moving against it’s self and followed by a loud bang.
Santana pulls her arm back and holds a hand against her chest feeling her racing heartbeat. “What the fuck was that Berry?”
“That was the trap door. We’re now stuck here until someone comes looking for us.” Rachel says in a huff. “You really should know better than to touch random things in place like this.”
She just shrugs, because she does know. “You didn’t answer my question about Finn.”
“Leave Finn out of this.” Rachel starts packing up her tools, throwing brushes harder than she should into a bag. “I don’t know what you are doing here, and I don’t know why you always have to bring him up. Also, just for your information, I never ‘shacked up’ with him.” Making air quotes when she says shacked up.
“That’s not what Puckerman said. He told me that Finn bought a ring and everything.”
“First Noah doesn’t know everything, and he needs to quit gossiping like the old biddies at temple.” She holds up one finger and raises a second as she counts off her points. “Second just because Finn bought a ring doesn’t mean it was for me. Third you have no right to be mad if that ring was for me.”
“I’m not mad.” Santana says interrupting Rachel’s counting, but gets ignored.
Lifting a fourth finger Rachel says her last point softly, afraid of the response.“Fourth if you care so much about what I am doing with my life why didn’t you call me?”
Sighing quietly, Santana runs a hand over her tightly braided hair trying to think of the best answer. “Honestly?” At Rachel’s nod she continues, “I didn’t know if you would want to hear from me after what went down in Cairo.”
Studying the woman besides her, Rachel makes notes of the physical changes since she last saw her. Santana has always been in shape but now the white tank top she is wearing shows off her seriously defined arms as she hugs herself, while her short shorts show off her more toned legs. It is a ridiculous (but hot) outfit that reminds Rachel of the silly Tomb Raider movies that Finn and Noah made her watch.
“Cairo wasn’t your fault.” Rachel whispers trying to break the silence between them as she continues her perusal of Santana’s body. There are more scars than she remembers seeing. An angry red line runs along the upper part on one of Santana’s arms. It’s a knife wound from Cairo and Rachel can’t help but to reach out and trace it. “This healed nicely.”
Santana shakes her head and moves her arm out of Rachel’s reach. “You know it was my fault. If I hadn’t gone in guns blazing at the dig this wouldn’t have happened.” She points to the scar. “You know It took weeks before I was able to use that arm for anything. I had to learn how to get off with my other hand.”
“Santana.” Rachel says in a warning tone.
“What? It’s true! It was kind of exciting, kind of like doing it with a stranger.”
Rachel giggles and blushes at Santana’s crudeness. “I bet it was quite exciting.”
“Not really.” Santana shrugs her shoulders and shuffles her feet feeling exposed as she tells Rachel the thoughts that have been running around her mind for the last six months. ”If I had kept my cool in Cairo you wouldn’t have left either.”
“Oh, Santana. You don’t know that for sure.” Rachel says softly, fighting the urge to hug her friend. “We can’t live in the what ifs.”
“Are you ever going to tell me what you were doing in Lima with Finn?”
“Is it really that important?” Rachel questions as she lowers her self to the ground putting distance between Santana and herself.
Solemnly Santana says, “Yes.”
“I was recovering. I needed someplace that didn’t remind me of my life, of my job, of you.” Rachel hugs her knees to her chest and looks up at the taller girl nervous about revealing too much. “You kind of scared me Santana. You always have.”
Santana gracefully falls to sit besides her. “I didn’t mean to. I was just trying to show off in Cairo and get the dig. I wasn’t trying to put either of us in danger or be a bitch you know.”
Shaking her head Rachel says, “It wasn’t that Santana, it’s what you make me feel. When we were younger it wasn’t good, but as we got older and put high school behind us things changed. We changed, and my feelings changed. I didn’t know what to do about that. Finn helped me figure it out.”
“I never thought I’d hear a sentence like that.” Santana replies with a quirked eyebrow.
“Santana be nice.” Rachel tries to say sternly but ruins it by giggling. “I know you don’t believe me but he really did help.”
“What did he help you figure out?”
Ducking her head down, Rachel tucks her hair behind her ear avoiding Santana’s eyes. “Finn helped me realize what I wanted.” She pauses and lifts her eyes to Santana’s face, “and who I wanted to be there with me.”
Santana scoots closer, with a coy smile gracing her lips. “Oh yeah?”
“Yeah.” Nodding her head Rachel leans into Santana’s personal space so their lips are less than an inch apart. “I want you.”
Closing the space between them Santana brings her lips to Rachel’s in a toe curling kiss.
The End
Author: nonsensesqrd
Rating: G
Characters/Pairings: Rachel/Santana mentions of Rachel/Finn I guess.
Word Count: 1227
Spoilers: None.
Disclaimer: I do not own Glee. Also this was not looked over by a beta.
Summary: Rachel and Santana have a heart to heart... in a tomb.
Author’s notes: This is an AU/Future fic. Not based on any of your prompts. I'll just say I'm sorry, but I tried really hard dratij.
"Yo, Berry. Didn’t know you would be here." Santana says trying to act nonchalant as she enters the dimly lit ancient tomb.
Rachel closes her eyes barely resisting the temptation to bang her head against the wall, and tells herself not to do it because it might destroy the image she has lovingly and painstakingly worked on restoring. Opening her eyes again, Rachel looks at the image before her and tries to take a deep breath without inhaling dust. “It is so good to see you, Santana.” She turns to face the intruder, and gives a bright fake smile. “ I was worried that you might be incarcerated or stuck in an endless stack of Egyptian red tape.”
Snorting at the fake concern Santana replies, “You know me, I’m like a cat. I’ll always land on my feet.” She emphasises her point by jumping in place and moving her arms out in a pose that is actually quite silly.
Rachel rolls her eyes at the antics (of her friend, no her enemy, no her frenemy?) of Santana. Shaking her head to clear her mental and asks, “What are you doing here?”
“I heard that this was the happening place.” Santana moves around the room taking in the pictographs that adorn the walls. “The real question is what are you doing here Rachel? Last I heard you were shacking up with the giant in a clean little house with a white picket fence, and working on the 2.5 kids.” Santana tries to act nonchalant when she leans closer to one section of the wall that allows her to see Rachel’s profile from the corner of her eye. She reaches out to touch a piece that is sticking out slightly.
“No! Don’t...” The rest of Rachel’s words are drowned out by the sound of rock moving against it’s self and followed by a loud bang.
Santana pulls her arm back and holds a hand against her chest feeling her racing heartbeat. “What the fuck was that Berry?”
“That was the trap door. We’re now stuck here until someone comes looking for us.” Rachel says in a huff. “You really should know better than to touch random things in place like this.”
She just shrugs, because she does know. “You didn’t answer my question about Finn.”
“Leave Finn out of this.” Rachel starts packing up her tools, throwing brushes harder than she should into a bag. “I don’t know what you are doing here, and I don’t know why you always have to bring him up. Also, just for your information, I never ‘shacked up’ with him.” Making air quotes when she says shacked up.
“That’s not what Puckerman said. He told me that Finn bought a ring and everything.”
“First Noah doesn’t know everything, and he needs to quit gossiping like the old biddies at temple.” She holds up one finger and raises a second as she counts off her points. “Second just because Finn bought a ring doesn’t mean it was for me. Third you have no right to be mad if that ring was for me.”
“I’m not mad.” Santana says interrupting Rachel’s counting, but gets ignored.
Lifting a fourth finger Rachel says her last point softly, afraid of the response.“Fourth if you care so much about what I am doing with my life why didn’t you call me?”
Sighing quietly, Santana runs a hand over her tightly braided hair trying to think of the best answer. “Honestly?” At Rachel’s nod she continues, “I didn’t know if you would want to hear from me after what went down in Cairo.”
Studying the woman besides her, Rachel makes notes of the physical changes since she last saw her. Santana has always been in shape but now the white tank top she is wearing shows off her seriously defined arms as she hugs herself, while her short shorts show off her more toned legs. It is a ridiculous (but hot) outfit that reminds Rachel of the silly Tomb Raider movies that Finn and Noah made her watch.
“Cairo wasn’t your fault.” Rachel whispers trying to break the silence between them as she continues her perusal of Santana’s body. There are more scars than she remembers seeing. An angry red line runs along the upper part on one of Santana’s arms. It’s a knife wound from Cairo and Rachel can’t help but to reach out and trace it. “This healed nicely.”
Santana shakes her head and moves her arm out of Rachel’s reach. “You know it was my fault. If I hadn’t gone in guns blazing at the dig this wouldn’t have happened.” She points to the scar. “You know It took weeks before I was able to use that arm for anything. I had to learn how to get off with my other hand.”
“Santana.” Rachel says in a warning tone.
“What? It’s true! It was kind of exciting, kind of like doing it with a stranger.”
Rachel giggles and blushes at Santana’s crudeness. “I bet it was quite exciting.”
“Not really.” Santana shrugs her shoulders and shuffles her feet feeling exposed as she tells Rachel the thoughts that have been running around her mind for the last six months. ”If I had kept my cool in Cairo you wouldn’t have left either.”
“Oh, Santana. You don’t know that for sure.” Rachel says softly, fighting the urge to hug her friend. “We can’t live in the what ifs.”
“Are you ever going to tell me what you were doing in Lima with Finn?”
“Is it really that important?” Rachel questions as she lowers her self to the ground putting distance between Santana and herself.
Solemnly Santana says, “Yes.”
“I was recovering. I needed someplace that didn’t remind me of my life, of my job, of you.” Rachel hugs her knees to her chest and looks up at the taller girl nervous about revealing too much. “You kind of scared me Santana. You always have.”
Santana gracefully falls to sit besides her. “I didn’t mean to. I was just trying to show off in Cairo and get the dig. I wasn’t trying to put either of us in danger or be a bitch you know.”
Shaking her head Rachel says, “It wasn’t that Santana, it’s what you make me feel. When we were younger it wasn’t good, but as we got older and put high school behind us things changed. We changed, and my feelings changed. I didn’t know what to do about that. Finn helped me figure it out.”
“I never thought I’d hear a sentence like that.” Santana replies with a quirked eyebrow.
“Santana be nice.” Rachel tries to say sternly but ruins it by giggling. “I know you don’t believe me but he really did help.”
“What did he help you figure out?”
Ducking her head down, Rachel tucks her hair behind her ear avoiding Santana’s eyes. “Finn helped me realize what I wanted.” She pauses and lifts her eyes to Santana’s face, “and who I wanted to be there with me.”
Santana scoots closer, with a coy smile gracing her lips. “Oh yeah?”
“Yeah.” Nodding her head Rachel leans into Santana’s personal space so their lips are less than an inch apart. “I want you.”
Closing the space between them Santana brings her lips to Rachel’s in a toe curling kiss.
The End