#rptotd

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"You write this song... for me?"

Staying home from the GRAMMY's, pregnant ankles swollen with nothing nominated, Rachel still tuned in: Santana was up for SotY, honestly Rachel's personal favorite.

"...Song of the Year goes to... Santana Lopez, Could've Been!"

Cheering from her couch, Rachel watched Santana climb the stage.

Lifting the gramophone, Santana inhaled. "Well, I'd promised myself if I'd won, I'd... This is for who inspired this song. The girl I never could have in high school or after. Who challenged, teased, and drove me crazy, short skirts and attitude included. Thank you!"

Rachel, frozen, grabbed her phone. You wrote that song... For me?

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Brittberry: Brittany and Rachel finding out Santana cheated on them both.

Rachel gave Brittany a pallid glare. "That's easy for you to say," she squeezed her fists, swallowing, "You're not the one Santana cheated on."

"What?" Brittany blinked. She moved forward. "You don't think she cheated on me, too? I don't know how you don't know this, Rachel, but she was dating me, first!"

Rachel's mouth opened. "What? No... I thought..." She searched for words, then, tears welling up, she mustered, "She said you were dating Artie."

Brittany closed her eyes, hands settling on Rachel's shoulders before slowly pulling her in. She squeezed her. "Guess she lied to us both, huh?"

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Pezberry- what do you mean you liked me in high school? You hated me

"What do you mean you liked me in high school? You hated me."

*

Santana frowned down at her phone. "Q," she clipped, "You got an eavesdropper?"

Quinn gave Rachel a side eye before sighing and setting her phone down onto the counter; waving Rachel closer, she stood, "I always thought this should be aired, so... Have at it."

Waiting until Quinn left, Rachel inhaled, eyes fluttering closed before she looked down at the phone. "Santana?"

"For fuck's sake..." Santana groaned, turning off her speaker to pull her phone to her ear, "That was ages ago."

Rachel scoffed, crossing her arms. "It was two years ago."

Santana dropped her head back. "Oh my god."

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"football" pezberry prompt??

Entering the stands, Hiram smiled. "You're not normally interested in football. Are you dating Finn again?"

"What? No!" Flushing, Rachel hurriedly sat, unfolding her blanket.

"Then maybe another boy on the team?" LeRoy joined in, teasing lightly.

"No!" Rachel's flush deepened. "I'm not - no. No one on the team."

Hiram grinned. "But it is someone! I know my daughter enough to know that. So who..." He surveyed the field. "Oh!" He squeezed Rachel's leg, calling over her, "LeRoy! You notice the great view of the cheerleaders...?"

"Dad!"

LeRoy chuckled. "I was thinking we'd been seeing Santana Lopez a lot lately."

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"You can't hide from me. I know your deepest secret."

"You can't hide from me. I know your deepest secret."

*

"You sure about that?" Turning on her, Santana shoved Rachel against the wall behind her.

Coughing, then tugging her clothing into position, Rachel lifted her chin boldly as she stepped away from the wall. "Santana. Though I don't appreciate the violence, I understand this might be hard for you."

"Mmhm." Santana's voice dripped sarcasm. She glared at Rachel, arms crossed. "You just know so much about me."

"I know there's some part of you," Rachel continued boldly, "That wants a safe space to explore itself. And I can," she lowered her voice conspiratorially, hopeful, "Santana, I can give you that."

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rarespinecatalogue

Pezberry- santana lost her wedding ring and is trying to find it (with the help of puck/quinn?). The ending is up to you :]

*

"Why would you take it off?"

"Just because you and the walking STD aren't engaged yet," Santana shoved a bowl aside, "I'mma tell you a secret - like any other ring you'd wear, a wedding ring needs to be removed to be cleaned or, you know, so it won't get ruined while doing dishes. I wants it to last, okay?"

"Fine, whatever." Quinn sighed over the phone. "Don't you dare get mangled by the disposal."

"I've watched enough horror movies - yes!" Her heart skipping, Santana exhaled as the band Rachel had given her gleamed under the forks. "God, yes, found it."

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rainaddicted11

Pezberry : one of them got hurt or got sick

*

"You do remember you're running a fever, right?" Santana huffed, "You're insane."

"No," Rachel swallowed thickly before sipping the tea Santana produced upon entering her green room, "I'm a professional. 'The show must go on!'"

Santana scoffed. "No, babe. We all know you mean, 'the understudy can't think she's stealing the show, the bitch!'"

Rachel barely looked chiding. "Just because she hit on you does not mean I'm ignoring the storied tradition of show theater under-"

Smirking, Santana pecked Rachel's burning forehead. "That's totally what you mean, and you know it. God. Insane, sick, and possessive. My all-time favorite combo."

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Pezberry prompt from an anon:

“All this sneaking around is going to get us into trouble.”

*

"Shhh," Rachel urged Santana into another kiss, "I know we should worry, but..."

Santana gripped her hips, pulling her harder into her. She bit into Rachel's lower lip, tongue swiping out to push into her mouth; boxing Rachel against the Cheerio's locker room wall, she finally pulled away enough to get out, "God, I don't want to, either. Just... Wanna..."

Rachel's hands curled in Santana's hair, moaning as Santana's hips rocked into hers, the pressure hot and molten in her core. She gasped as Santana moved down, pushing her head up as sharp teeth nipped at her neck. "Oh. Please..."