Random Pezberry Thought of the Day #66
Santana was in the middle of taking a sip of wine when she choked, Kurt having to bang on her back as she tried to recover. When he slapped her between her shoulder blades, almost knocking her back down, she flashed her hand out to whack his arm, inhaling and protesting that she was okay, her voice high and tight in her throat. “I’m fine! Jeez. I’m fine!”
“You sure?” Sounding extremely skeptical, Kurt stepped back, his eyebrows up as he surveyed his now almost frantically gulping wine roommate. “What happened?”
Unattractively wiping her mouth with the back of her arm, Santana turned on her heel, pulling Kurt in next to her. “That’s Rachel?” she hissed, jerking her head back.
Sighing and following Santana’s directions, Kurt’s eyebrows shot up again before he groaned, shaking his head as he settled his weight onto one foot. “Oh,” he muttered, a second away from rolling eyes, “I see. So, I’m going to walk away now.” He turned, waggling his fingers at her, “Have fun exploring your repressed lesbian yearnings. Without me.”
“Hey! Kurt! Porcelain! Hey! Toothless Wonder!” Growling as Kurt ignored her, disappearing into the crowd of NYADA students and fashion gophers alike, Santana whirled around at the touch of a small hand on the small of her back. Her hand already up ready to slap a bitch, she faltered, jerking back as the surprisingly attractive form of her other roommate blinked up at her.
“Oh, I’m sorry,” Rachel smiled, pulling her hand back to push her hair behind her ear, her other hand curling around a glass of what looked to be the cheap-ish wine Santana had picked up with her fake ID after work, “I just wanted to get your attention.”
Santana raised her own wineglass to her lips before, remembering she’d already drained it, she stashed it behind her back, not at all accidentally pushing her chest forward. “You have it. What’s up? Enjoying the ‘Trainwreck Extravaganza Take Two’?”
Nodding, Rachel took a sip of her wine. “Thank you for cleaning up your area. The, erm, couch seems to be quite… Popular.”
“You mean for macking couples?” Santana smirked, “You do know this means I’mma taking over your bed later, right? At least until someone disinfects or sterilizes the couch. I’m not going to sleep on it knowing there’s some baby juice just waiting to creep all up inside me.”
“Santana! You know that’s not how it works.”
“Mmhm, right. Whatever you say. Still not gonna take the chance.” Staring at her roommate clad in a scanty dress showing off both cleavage and legs, Santana blinked, bringing her empty wineglass back up in front of her; she rocked it back and forth. “‘M going to refresh my drink. You want anything?”
Rachel smiled again, shaking her head. “You go ahead. I’m going to go mingle some more.” Then, as Santana nodded, stepping forward to pass her, she reached out, her fingers soft against Santana’s forearm. “Find me later?”
Santana looked at her.
“There’s a couple of people I’d love for you to meet.”
Nodding, Santana smiled, giving a shallow yes and promise before stepping into the crowd around them.
Entering the kitchen and refilling her glass with the first bottle of wine she found, Santana hmmed, staring into space. “All you have to do,” she said out loud, her arm curling around her own waist, wineglass in front of her mouth as she ignored the people milling around her, “Is make sure no one else notices her dress or tries to take advantage of it. You have a date with her and her bed later, and you are not going to miss it.” Then, nodding and clinking her glass as if against an imaginary one, she took a deep drought, refilled her glass again, and confidently walked back into the party.