I don’t need you in my mouth, anyways.
Good thing you open at 7 AM today, though.
Pressing a warm mug of tea into Santana’s hand, Rachel settled into the seat across from her. “Whenever you’re ready,” she smiled, “I’m here to listen.”
Santana’s shoulders shuffled. “Thanks,” she offered, her voice thick, “But I don’t know…” Closing her eyes, she dropped her head.
Waiting, Rachel sipped her tea quietly.
A large breath left Santana’s body. “I just…” she started, voice rising, “Brittany.”
“What about her?” Smiling supportively, Rachel sat forward, her hand moving to rest on Santana’s.
Santana swallowed. “She…”
Rachel set her teacup down. Moving forward, without much coaxing, she pulled Santana into her arms. “Yes?”
“You are,” Santana insisted, rolling her eyes. Not bothering to look up from where she was changing Noah Jr.’s diaper, she grinned at her son. “Yeah, huh?” she hummed, pulling Noah up and cradling him in her arms, “Mommy Rachel’s gonna win?”
“San,” Rachel whined, “You have to say that. You’re my wife.”
“Fine.” Grinning, Santana arched an eyebrow at her wife. “Then, if you win…”
Rachel stared out at the audience of her peers. “Well,” she cleared her throat, “This sucks. Because…” She made a face. “My name’s Rachel Berry-Lopez, and my wife, Santana Berry-Lopez, is a hot bitch.”
Santana closed her expression. “You’re delusional.”
“No,” Rachel pressed, “You smelled me!”
“Here,” Quinn smiled, pulling out another bag of bread.
“Quinnie! Thank you!”
And I was just getting into the groove. :(
Sam exhaled deeply. “Wow.”
Santana and Rachel snuggled into him, spent. “Yeah.”
“Santana,” Lauren growled, ”No one cares about you. Every one hates you.”
Aww, thank you! Brittberry is such an interesting ship to write about, and it makes me happy to hear that someone appreciates what I do. :D I am honored!
Currently, no. But I’m going to get one before summer ends, I have promised this.
I’m just on the bottom edge of buzzed. Meaning, not very. You’ll be able to tell when I am because I start to post random text posts.
And I am 25. :}
Rachel huddled in close. “Kurt…?”
Kurt swallowed, slowly hugging her back. “…Yes.”
Uhm… It’s 11:55 PM. And it’s my last day before I pick up my mom Monday night. HELL NO am I not spending it drunk writing!
But you’re sweet to care about me. :}