Rachel/Santana: As you promised...
Title: As you promised...
Pairings: Rachel/Santana
Summary: Let's just say both of them are bad girls :)
Author: theficfreakk
Word Count: 995
Spoilers: 2x02 (Brittany)
Rating: PG-13
Note: Comments are loved :)
Sequels to: 1 , 2
"Frankly my dear, I don't give a damn." Brittany's heart pounded. She was touched
"Santa, this was the best film i ever watched!" She gave Santana the biggest smile.
Santana rolled her eyes, she hated old films-no matter how good they were. But she was never planning to break Brittany's heart. So she just pretended she loved it as much as she did.
"Oh, Britt's. I KNOW! it was in my Mom's favourite movie collection!" Santana winked.
Her mom never even watched a movie, Santana always goes to the DVD shop and randomly picks any movie. The Lopez family was pretty messed up. But Santana never showed anyone how weak her family is, she's Santana. She's Badass.
Rachel joined to watch too-just to know Santana more.
Brittany had to leave earlier because she had a dentist appointment, only so she could have more Britney Spear fantasies.
"That was a very, errmm. Good Movie?" Rachel improvised.
"I hated it. Ugh need some fresh air, can't breathe, let's take a spin for my new Corvette?" Santana flashed Rachel her adorable smile.
Rachel gazed at Santana, giving her her worried look. She was thinking about how the hell did Santana get a corvette.
Santana kept a straight face and frowned.
"Me and Carl hooked up the other night, I only did it to steal his corvette."
"Oh."
Rachel backed down, just pretending to be cool with it. She sat back on the couch.
Suddenly, Santana placed her hand under the cushions of the couch, finding something.
Santana looked at the crappy corvette keys, shrugged and threw it on the floor, she knew some living thing would eat it and die.
"Ugh, Corvette crappy!" She giggled.
"Well frankly my dear, i dont give...a damn." Rachel tried her best not to say bad words-even though 'damn' wasn't a bad word.
"And frankly my dear, I don't give a damn bout' this movie!" Santana demanded.
"Relax, you didn't even watch the movie. I actually loved it."
"Hey, i've heard this new kid Sam Evans had a Mercedes Benz." Santana raised her eyebrow.
"No Santana. If you wanna steal a car. Go Ahead." Rachel rolled her eyes, she was being serious. She was a good girl.
Santana smiled and grabbed Rachel's hand. She was freaking strong.
"Perfect!"
Rachel tried to stay away from Santana, she already took her out of her house. Rachel tried to reach for the door knob. She couldn't breathe. Santana wasn't deaf, she turned around and responded to her retarded breathing noises.
"God what the hell are those breathing noises. Wanna take a pill or what?" She smirked.
Santana looked at her garage, surprised to see it was empty since she was expecting a red corvette. She didn't care anyway.
"Damn, looks like we're going to use my motorcycle."
She passed a helmet to Rachel and jumped on the motorcycle, she looked back and waved at Rachel.
"I promise you you'll come back home with a Mercedes benz. Now grab my ass or you'll be dragged down to the streets." Santana tried to hide that grin by putting her helmet on.
Rachel would do anything for just a touch. In this one she thinks like a perv. Considering Santana's ex girlfriend Brittany was also one; wanting to touch Coach Beiste's breast.'
During the ride, she wasn't talking too much, just imagining how Santana's plan would go. What would she say when Santana told her to do something she never did? The day goes on..
"Dinnggggggggggg-Donggggggg! Dingggg-Donggggg!!" Rachel imitated the doorbell sounds, even though it didn't sound like that.
"This is Sam Evans aka lady lips, don't try to piss him off with Ding-dong noises. If a dog answered the door he'd bite your head off because of how annoying it is" Santana muttered.
Rachel stared at Santana, I bet you would be the pissed angry dog, giving her the 'What did you just say?' look. It's been awhile since she insulted Rachel.
Santana crossed her arms, couldn't wait. After just 30 seconds of waiting she broke in.
Rachel's jaw dropped, looking at the mess in Sam's place. She carefully entered the room without stepping on any trash.
"This place looks abandoned."
"Ew." Santana replied.
She sighed. "Ugh, maybe he doesn't have a Mercedes Benz, heard he rides a bike..yuck, not hot."
Rachel looked outside the window facing the garage, it was his Mercedes Benz, she pointed out the window.
"Hell yeah he does."
Santana's eyes widened
"Well i knew that. Awesome." She smirked. Rachel never knew how good it felt to impress a hot girl, especially if it was Santana.
She walked to the car, slowly. Didn't act like a thief, didn't act like she was doing a crime. She just simply walked to the car.
Santana pulled out a key she got from her pocket and unlocked it.
"I found it in the trash bin."
Santana giggled, stealing a Mercedes Benz was dead easy, she leaned on the car, and waved the keys up in the air like it was a toy.
"See, we didn't even use the power of talking to steal his car."
Rachel put her hand out waiting for her to give her the keys.
"As you promised..."
"As i promised." Santana laughed.
She raised an eyebrow, Rachel trapped Santana against the car using her hands and suddenly kissed her, she was planning on just a short kiss to take things slowly, but Santana never means slowly in a relationship. Santana dropped the keys and grabbed her waist, making out with her.
"Okay, okay. Stop." Santana looked up to the sky and closed her eyes. The shorter girl looked down, embarrassed.
"You, you dropped your keys." Rachel trying to change the subject.
Santana sighed, looking at Rachel like she was some kind of stupid girl.
"You mean your keys?" She crossed her arms again, like she was pissed.
"Yeah my car..."
It was total silence after that, Rachel jumped into the car and drove home.