pezberry + red/white
pezberry + new york city
Vv prompted Rachel singing Christmas is All Around from Love, Actually. in my defence, i’m pretty drunk right now.
“I can’t believe this is the song they have me singing.”
santana and rachel’s first christmas together as a couple!
There are lips pressed against her jaw that she doesn’t object to, per se, but it’s still early and they had a lot of eggnog last night, so all things considered she’d really rather just go back to sleep.
“Wake up.”
pezberry. holiday baking.
“The stockings were hung by the fire escape with care, in hopes that the hipsters would not rob them bare.”
“Santana! That’s not how it goes.”
“Well it is now. Here.” A spoon appears under Rachel’s nose. “Try this.”
Rachel leans forward, tasting the batter Santana’s been making for the last fifteen minutes. She’s been helping. Not with that actual cooking—she’s pretty much forbidden from touching the stovetop these days—but her presence is inspiring, and they’re going to make cookies once Santana’s done.
“Mmmm.” She licks at her lip, not sure that she got it all. “Why have you never made this for me before?”
“Because.” Santana drops the spoon onto the table Rachel’s sitting on, presses up against her knees. “They’re only for Christmas.”
“But I’m special,” she says, her arms settling around Santana’s neck. “Surely that means I’m an exception.”
“Oh, you’re an exception alright,” Santana says, and then brings their lips together, swiping the last of the batter from Rachel’s lip.
She pulls back for a second. “So you’ll make them for me again?”
“Sure.” Santana nudges her back. “Next Christmas.”
Some time later she’s laid out on the table, panting a little and trying to ignore the flour Santana spilled earlier that’s getting in her hair, when she remembers— “You used the egg substitute, right?”
A muffled “yes” comes from somewhere around her hips, exasperated and a little frantic, and, okay, the baking will have to wait. (It will have to wait a while, in fact, because they’re going to have to scrub this table when they’re done.)
fic: turn my studies down [rachel/santana]
inspired by this gifset; ~1100 words; PG-13 but for santana’s mouth?; idk this is total crack.
a/n1: happy birthday, han! it was too weird to write you porn, so that didn’t happen.
a/n2: artie’s dream au, but not really. i think in a world without the glee club, santana might have come through high school a little differently. brittany’s still got a big mouth, so everyone knows the slutty cheerleader likes a little v on the side, but she’s just a cheerleader, right, and if she lets the footballers watch every now and then so they leave her alone, so what? (basically, think season 1 santana without the angst because people think it’s still a joke, but basically, she gets to bang all the ladies and no one cares. she still has no game, though.) as for rachel, idk, just imagine she went to another school and was a year above them all or something. logic doesn’t apply here.
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She’s not paying any attention to what Quinn’s saying, which is nothing new, but today it’s apparently annoying her captain.
“Can you stop staring, please?” Quinn hisses, tossing a piece of balled up paper at Santana. “You’re going to get drool on my notebook.”
AU: Santana tried to impress the new school librarian, Ms. Berry
sorry to bother you but do you know any pezberry fics where they have a child?
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Anonymous
uuuum, well there’s a place we’ve never lived. santana has a kid and it’s pezberry so it’s sort of what you’re asking for. i don’t think i’ve read anything else.
pezberry + attraction
