Dont know if you've done this before but Rachel has no idea what an orgasm is, even after dating Finn, until she starts dating Santana.
This one is kinda mature, so I’m linking to the ffnet post.
Read here: Pieces #249
December 2011
prompt: Rachel and Santana's first date.
Changed into the concert tee Santana had bought and shoved in her direction the second they’d arrived, Rachel’s fear that she’d be cold with the loss of long sleeves quickly went away the moment the music started. Dancing, singing, and yelling until her throat almost went hoarse, she jumped to wrap her arms around Santana’s neck at the first break. “Thank you,” she beamed, shivering at the warmth and sweat of Santana’s body, “I’m enjoying this more than I thought I would.”
Santana smirked, tucking curly bangs behind Rachel’s ear before nudging her chin up. “C’mon, Tiny. Thank me properly.”
not sure if it's already been done but... rachel 'not holding her peace' at santana/brittany's wedding.
This was a day they’d been dreaming of for years. It was perfect and fated, and when the priest paused for the traditional question, it was only in obligation.
It didn’t stop Rachel from standing up. In a clear, strong but wavering voice, she spoke as if she’d spent the last months awake, “I wish to speak now.”
Santana’s eyes widened, the bouquet in her hands drooping, Brittany barely reacting in time to catch it. “San…?” she asked the same moment, “Rachel…” left Santana’s mouth.
Rachel lifted her head. Her eyes softened. “Santana… Please don’t let me be too late.”
The conversation over dinner tonight was wonderful...
- Sister: What is your type then?
- Me: ...what kind of question is that?
- Sister: That girl off Glee?
- Mum: Oh yeah. With the dark hair and the big mouth?
- Sister: No, that's Rachel.
- Mum: Yeah, her.
- Me: No.
- Sister: The other one, the one that plays a lesbian on it.
- Mum: Oh, the other one with the dark hair? She has a big mouth too.
- Sister: Big lips.
- Me: Can we stop?
If I could just sell my fanfiction, I’d be able to keep living the way I do.
But I can’t.
So I need to find a job.
*sigh*
Oh well, it’s something I gots to do.
Rachel being terrified of a bug in the house and Santana bravely killing it.
“Santanaaaaaa!”
Snapping up, Santana lowered her glasses, tucking her book into her side as she quickly padded towards the bathroom. “Rache?” she called, rounding the corner.
Wide, panicked eyes met hers from where Rachel cowered on the toilet lid. “San!”
“Yes… I know who I am…” Raising her eyebrows, Santana tilted her head. “Babe?”
Rachel gesticulated wildly at the bathmat below her. “Th-that!”
Santana peered down. Her lips quirked up. “That little-itty-bitty-tiny spider?”
“It’s giant! And it touched my foot!” Continuing her tantrum, Rachel whined, “Get rid of it!”
Santana knelt, urging the spider onto her book. “Coward,” she teased.
Santana being adorable while insisting she is still a badass.
“No!” Santana insisted, going so far as to stamp her heel, “You’s not be listening to me. I.” She raised her hand, bobbing it with her words,” Am so badass that the definition under the dictionary is a picture of me telling off Mother Teresa.”
“Ahuh. Sure.” Nodding distractedly, Rachel turned the page of her book.
“Rachel!” Throwing her hands up, Santana stomped up to the girl sitting on her bed. “You’re not listening! You can’t not be listening!”
Rachel pursed her lips. “I’m listening, dear. You’re badass.” She picked up her teacup, taking a sip, “Even when you aren’t.”
