Chapter five is up~
Title: Against the Sky
Author: Me (purrpickle)
Chapter: 5/?
Word Count: 1,000+
Rating: T
Pairing: Rachel/Santana
Summary: It’s Christmas of 2010, and Santana gets a call from the best friend she’d abandoned years ago. After the initial rush of guilt and concern, can she guarantee she won’t run away again? That they’ll be able to rebuild? Or even… Become something more?
Link here: Chapter Five
A/N: The referenced world is featured here: Scraps #102, here: Scraps #103, and here: This Tiring Mischief.
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Rachel pulled a furiously glowering Santana into her house. “Santana! You’re soaked!” Immediately leading her to the downstairs bathroom, she kept giving her concerned looks over her shoulder, “What happened?”
Santana only answered her after Rachel had pushed her down on the edge of the bathtub, stripped off her jacket and shirt, and rubbed a towel over her chest and back and face and neck and finally ending with wrapping her hair up into it, “I’m going to kill your gremlin.”
Staring down at her, mouth slightly open, Rachel let out a giant sigh, shoulders lowering; touching Santana’s cheek, she lightly stroked her knuckles along her skin, “Oh San… I’m so sorry.”
Santana nodded, then reached out and pulled Rachel closer, burying her head into her stomach. Hot air pushed through Rachel’s shirt as she breathed.
Stroking her shoulder, Rachel closed her eyes. Familiar guilt welled up in her chest. “What happened now?”
Santana slid her hands up and down Rachel’s back, fingers playing with the bottom of her shirt. “So I was hangin’ with Wheezy, like I told you I was gonna be, right?”
“Mmhm.” Rachel softly scratched the bottom of her neck.
“Well, Wheezy’s sick. I figured if I just stayed across the room and didn’t touch anything she had I’d be fine.” Her words slightly muffled as she moved her head up and down, arms falling to loosely hold Rachel’s thighs, Santana’s shoulders slumped even more under Rachel’s hand, “But we had to work on our song. And I guess I was riding high, thinking I had some time before he inflicted another curse on me, you know.”
Rachel tried not to shift nervously. Her heart thumped around her rib cage. All things told, the Berry family gremlin had actually been pretty tame for its history, and Rachel had been trying to convince herself it could stay that way. She just hoped… She’d heard horror stories…
“Every time Mercedes coughed, I threw the nearest thing to me at her. I finally had to leave when the only thing left was my laptop, but as I was packing up, she sneezed.” Santana laughed humorlessly, muttering, “I kissed her.”
Oh.
“Got worse when I was leaving and her dog sneezed. At least that time I was allowed to kiss his nose. It’s why I walked here. I wasn’t going to chance the bus.”
“Santana…” Dropping down to her knees, Santana’s arms sliding up to her shoulders, Rachel cupped Santana’s face, “I can’t even… I’m so sorry.” She bit her lip, willing herself not to cry. This wasn’t supposed to happen. How could… How was Santana dealing with all of this?
Her girlfriend managed a crooked smile. Leaning forward, she bumped her forehead against Rachel’s, then kissed her, laughing softly as her turbaned towel slipped down her neck. She pulled it off. “At least it’s better than the time he made me sing all of my words. Maybe.”
Sitting back, shaking her head, Rachel put her hands over her face. She drew in a deep breath, pulling her shoulders into herself, “Why are you still here?”
“What?” Stopping retwisting the towel around her hair, Santana stared at her.
“Why are you still here? With me? He messes with you so much, and - ” Rachel jerked when Santana’s hands wrapped around her wrists, moving her hands away as the girl knelt down in front of her. “How is this worth it?”
“Rachel.” Her dark eyes meeting Rachel’s watery ones, Santana frowned at her. “Stop this. We’ve been over this.”
Rachel looked away. “But…”
Santana poked her chin, making her look back at her. “Stop it. We already know the not-so-welcome gremlin’s focused on me. He’s not going to go away easily. So even if you…” She gestured at Rachel, then at herself, one corner of her mouth twitching up, “Get a fucking noble idea of breaking up with me and staying away to get this to stop, it would take a long, long time. And you know what?”
Licking her lips, Rachel nodded.
“Right.” Santana smiled, stroking Rachel’s hair behind her ear, “I’d rather be miserable with you than be miserable without you. And besides.” She shrugged, expression changing into a laissez faire smirk, “This gives me a legit reason to skip school.”
Rachel laughed softly, shaking her head, then threw her arms around Santana and hugged her tightly.
“Like, can you imagine?” Santana pitched her voice higher, settling back and pulling Rachel between her legs, “I ain’t getting my lips anywhere near that hell hole of disgusting losers. The only lips I want, mmhm, are yours.”
Just then, Rachel sneezed.
Santana swooped down, pressing her lips to hers firmly, pulling away for only a second before going back in to kiss her more deeply.
Groaning, Rachel kissed back while laughing and trying to separate them at the same time. “Tissue! Santana, tissue!”
“Spoilsport!” Grinning, Santana finally allowed her to reach for a tissue atop the sink. “On one hand, this could be incredibly hot if you’re getting sick. But on the other hand, it’s also incredibly disgusting. And what if I get sick and sneeze? Who am I going to kiss then?”
“I’m sure he’s figured that out,” Rachel answered, tossing the tissue into the trash and snuggling back into Santana. She shivered. “Your hair’s still wet.”
Santana wrapped her arms around her. “Then take a shower with me.”
Rachel smiled, turning her head to kiss Santana’s jaw. “I’d like that.”
She really, really would.
A/N: Request from Veronique Roux on ffnet, who wanted anything Kurtana. Thanks!
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Santana slapped Kurt’s locker closed. Choking, hand wrapping around his scarf, Kurt glared at the girl as he yanked it open again to pull his scarf out. “Miss Satan?” he rasped.
“Oh, like you need your throat anyway for what you and Warbler don’t do.” Turning, leaning back against the locker next to him, Santana crossed her arms. Her dismissive smirk melted into tight lines around her eyes. “It didn’t work.”
“You procuring a soul?”
Santana scoffed, glaring at him briefly, before looking away. “She said no.”
“What?” Kurt frowned at her, “I don’t understand. She – ”
Santana pushed away. “Whatever.”
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((Pieces, a collection of 100 word Pezberry drabbles))
A/N: Request from Ryoko05 on ffnet to continue a previous drabble, also shared below. Thanks!
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((Original))
Rachel wouldn’t leave until Puck swept her up into his arms and dragged her out, carrying her down the hall until she dissolved into loud, heartbroken and choking sobs. Sobs that ripped out from her small, shaking body, and sounded to Puck like they would tear her throat raw.
Sliding down to the ground, holding her securely so she couldn’t hurt herself, Puck knew one thing. He was unable to answer Rachel’s begged questions, tell her what she wanted to hear, or bring Santana and their baby back…
But he wasn’t going to leave her alone as her world shattered.
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((And new))
It was a week before Rachel left her bedroom suite, and another before she left her apartment. Memories of her life with Santana were littered around, the pillows of the couch and bed drenched and torn and as broken as she was. She lived in Santana’s favorite shirt.
Through it all, Puck made sure she ate and showered and functioned enough to remember who she was. He was there when she couldn’t enter the nursery, and held her when the nights were too painful, and even though he wasn’t who she wanted…
At least he could be what she needed.
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((Pieces, a collection of 100 word Pezberry drabbles))
A/N: Prompt from spicybreadsnix on ffnet; Rachel and Santana wake up in each other’s bodies. This is my first version. Thanks!
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When Rachel sat up to turn off her alarm, she was momentarily disorientated before she realized she was on the wrong side of the bed. And her body didn’t feel right. “San?” she turned to her girlfriend, poking her back, “Since you’re on my side of the bed, you should… San?”
Santana jerked, snapping up at Rachel’s tone. “What? What is it? What – what the fuck?”
“So you… You see this too, right?” Rachel stared at her own face, then down at her… Santana’s …body. The body she was apparently in. While Santana… Was in Rachel’s?
“Rachel…? What… What’s happening?”
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((Pieces, a collection of 100 word Pezberry drabbles))
“You know, sometimes I wonder what’s keeping me from finding the right tools to shove up your nose to reach your brain to lobotomize the annoying right out of you, Berry, because god knows we’d all benefit from you being a drooling coma patient, don’t even get me started.”
Rachel slammed her locker shut. “Excuse me, Santana,” she forced a fake, pinched smile on her face, “But I don’t have the luxury to listen to this right now.”
“Please.” Keeping pace as Rachel power-walked away, books clutched close to her chest, Santana laughed, smirking, “You’re always practically asking for this.”
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((Pieces, a collection of 100 word Pezberry drabbles))
An off-the-cuff insult about Rachel hailing from the Kingdom of Kobolds (to which Rachel later complimented Santana on the new addition to her mythical creature index) turned out to be the final straw in the game they had been playing for two years. Stepping back, almost spitting mad, Rachel tore her sweater off. “Here!” she snapped, fluttering her hands up and down her chest, “Do I look like a tiny hairy creature to you?”
Santana’s eyes darkened taking Rachel in. “Well.” She moved forward smoothly, curling her hand around Rachel’s belt to tug her forward, into her, “About damn time.”
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((Pieces, a collection of 100 word Pezberry drabbles))
Rachel smiled at her. “I remember when you called me beautiful.”
“I did, huh?” Turning her head towards her, Santana allowed a smirk to lift the corners of her mouth. She watched the smaller girl play with her drink. “You sure it wasn’t a drunken hallucination?”
Rachel softly laughed, shaking her head before meeting Santana’s gaze. “You know it wasn’t.” She leaned back. Pushing her hair behind her ear, she let out a soft breath against the surface of her drink. “If this were a movie…”
“Ahh.” Santana nodded. Taking a sip, she locked eyes with Rachel again. And smiled.
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((Pieces, a collection of 100 word Pezberry drabbles))
A/N: 100 word drabble.
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Quinn couldn’t remember how she’d gotten here, but that didn’t matter. What mattered was the building pleasure and pressure. The hungry look on Santana’s face. “San?” her eyes rolled shut.
“Q?” Voice husky and almost irritable, Santana buried her face into her neck, “Fuck, what is it?”
Quinn’s jaw snapped shut. This, she knew, wouldn’t be accepted in her household. Hands scrabbling along Santana’s back, legs opening to allow the girl closer access, she stared up into the starry sky.
The Ferris Wheel creaked. Santana shuddered against her. Quinn rolled her hips in response. “I…” she gasped.
Santana pushed closer.
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((Sparks, a collection of Quinntana one-shots and drabbles))
A/N: The first sentence in this drabble is one that has been bumping and spinning around in my head for a while. This is one incarnation of my response to it. :}
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“Would you give up your wings for me?”
Jerking her head up, Santana stared at the girl lingering near the doorframe. “…What?” she finally managed.
Rachel dipped her head.
Her tongue working against her cheek, Santana surveyed her sadly. “Rache…” she whispered.
“I know.” Sighing heavily, drawing into herself, Rachel managed to meet Santana’s eyes. “The rules…”
“The rules.” Her words tasting heavy in her mouth, Santana pushed herself forward, hands skimming along Rachel’s waist. She buried her nose in Rachel’s neck. “Screw the rules,” she breathed, pulling the girl closer, ever closer, “I’d give anything to be with you.”
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((Pieces, a collection of 100 word Pezberry drabbles))
