First Pezberry fic. I hope you enjoy :)

A friendly reminder I do not own Glee

Santana opened her locker in preparation for her next class. She was just about to grab her books when she heard the familiar voice from behind her.


She paused for a moment, unsure of exactly why Rachel Berry was talking to her. It was not like they were very close. They had their small moments, but they were still only moments. It came with the territory for Santana. Rachel Berry was the bottom of the food chain. She herself was a Cheerio. The school hierarchy system kept them apart; kept them from being friends; kept them from being more than friends.

The raven haired girl turned to meet the bubbly brunette. With confusion laced in her voice, she responded.


"You know, you can learn a lot about a person by looking into their locker."

"Are you like stalking me?"

Santana was merely joking, but then again, this was Rachel Berry. The brunette was never pegged as being the 'ordinary' type.

"You know we blew it right?" Santana tilted her head as Rachel continued. "We wasted three years going at each other's throats. We could have been singing together, killing it in Glee Club."

"We hated each other. Actually, I hated you."

Hated was the key word in the Latina's sentence. In freshmen year, maybe sophomore year, she may have hated Rachel Berry. Or that's what she thought it was. After Santana came out to herself and her family, she realized those feelings of hate were not hate at all. It was because she liked Rachel. She liked her a lot.

When Rachel bowed her head with a small pout, Santana immediately felt a small pain in her chest.

"Sorry," Santana couldn't help but smile. She had it bad for Rachel and her pout wasn't helping. "Yes our duet in Glee was a whole truck load of awesome."

It was true, there duet was amazing. The Latina was surprised when Rachel came to her with the idea, but she also couldn't help the flutter in her stomach at the idea of Rachel singing with her.; the idea of Rachel wanting to sing with her.

Santana was sitting in her living room of her large home on a Friday night. Usually she would be at a party by now, but she wasn't in the mood. She was sitting on the couch looking over university books as Sweet Valley High played in the background. People assumed Santana didn't care for her education, and most people thought she was stupid. But they were wrong. Santana had made honour roll every year at McKinley. She would be damned if she got stuck living in this cow town. She wanted more, a lot more. She wanted somewhere like New York.

Her parents, though very absentee, wanted the best for her. They always wanted her to be a doctor like them, but she wanted something different. Sure she wanted fame, and sure she wanted to sing, but she needed a backup plan. Her plan was law school. Arguing, it had always been a passion. It was something she was good at. Something about being a lawyer excited the Latina. She could see herself doing it. She could see herself in an office which overlooked the city. She could see herself buried in cases but being amazingly happy. She could see herself going home after a long day to her beautiful wife, maybe some kids later on. She could see herself happy.

As her eyes scanned over an NYU booklet, she heard a knock at the door. The ravened haired girl assumed it was Puck once again trying to convince her to come to his party. She loved the guy, he was a great lesbro, but she just needed time to think about her future. She put the NYU booklet down and made her way to the front door. When she opened it, she was surprised to see who was standing there. "Rachel?"

"Y-yes, hello Santana. I was in the neighbourhood and I w-"

"What are you doing here? How do you know where I live?"

"Um, Quinn gave me the address actually. You have a lovely home. I thought you lived in Lima Heights Adjacent?"

"No just Lima Heights."

Santana always used the Lima Height Adjacent act to ward of slushie assaults. It was easier to build a facade that she was a mega bitch from the wrong side of the tracks than the rich girl who lived in Lima Heights.

"Right, so I assume you think it is quite weird I am here."

"You would be correct, Berry."

"So, as you know it is Whitney week in Glee, and I was wondering if you wanted to sing a duet with me?"

"You want me to sing a duet with you? What's your angle?"

"No angle, I have just noticed that our voices seem to mesh together quite well. Aside from Mercedes, you are the next strongest female voice in the club. It is very hard to keep up with me and you see to do pretty well for yourself."

"Was that just a huge ego boost for you because I kind of stop listening after you complimented me."

Rachel's cheeks flushed red before she continued to speak.

"Sorry, still haven't found a way to control my rambling it seems."

"You're still doing it. Are you planning on getting to a point today, or are you just talking to hear you own voice?"

"I want to sing So Emotional."

Santana was a little taken back. She was a closeted Whitney fan herself, so at the mention of that song in particular, she couldn't help but blush. She was never more thankful for her tan skin which surely hid the blush well.

"Rachel, you do know what that song is about right?"

"I am Rachel Barbra Berry, of course I know what the song is about."

"And you are choosing to sing that particular song with me? I thought maybe you would try and get Quinn for this sort of thing."

"As lovely as her voice is, it is not suited for this arrangement. Besides, she seems wrapped up in that Teen Jesus guy for reasons unknown."

Santana had to stifle a laugh. "And you sure Finnocence won't get mad?"

"Why exactly would he be mad?"

"Because I would be singing about how much I want to be with his girl."

If only Rachel knew that was the truth. It was shortly after she came out that she realized she had feelings for the petit brunette. She had tried to be with Brittany, and she was a great first girlfriend, but she was no Rachel Berry.

"I am aware, but I still see no problem. It's not like you actually want to be with me, right?"

It was something in the way she said it that really made Santana think. It was like Rachel was asking something else completely. Did Rachel like her back?

Santana didn't have time to ponder that, so she answered quickly.

"No, of course not."

Santana couldn't miss the way Rachel's face fell. There was an immediate sharp pain in her chest before Rachel continued with her proposition.

"So it's settled, you will sing a duet with me on Monday for Glee club."

"Well, I-um"

"There is no questioning, we are singing together. Now are you going to invite me in, or were you planning of practicing on your front porch."

"No, sorry, come in."

Rachel breezed past her and made her way towards the kitchen. Santana soon followed and could see Rachel setting up her laptop and spreading sheet music over the kitchen table.

"Is there a reason we are in the kitchen?"

"Aside from the bathroom, the kitchen has the best acoustics. Now come over here so we can get started."

As Santana approached the small brunette, she knew that this was going to be a very long night. However, she could help but smile at the thought of spending her Friday night with Rachel Berry.

Monday came faster than Santana would have liked. As she stood of to the side with Rachel, she couldn't help the nervous butterflies that floated around in her stomach. Sure she loved singing and loved getting solos, but she always got nervous before a performance. Especially now, with a performance that revealed her deepest, darkest secret. She wanted Rachel Berry.

"Are you ready?" Rachel asked.

"Always," Santana replied as a sly smirk appeared on her lips.

The drums started and the rest of the band followed as the song began. Santana was the first to start singing.

I don't know why I like it? I just do.

Santana made her way to the center of the room and shook her hips with the beat. A beaming smile reached her face as she continued forward. A she went through her small runs she could see Rachel smiling out of the corner of her eye. It only encouraged the Latina.

I've been hearing your heartbeat inside of me
I keep your photo right beside my bed
Livin' in a world of fantasies
I can't get you out of my head

She pointed towards Rachel before waving the girl over with her fingers. The petit brunette brushed by the Latina as she began to sing.

I've been waiting for the phone to ring all night
Why you wanna make me feel so good
I got a love of my own Babe
I shouldn't get so hung up on you

Santana couldn't deny how unbelievably sexy Rachel looked while singing. It took everything to remember the rest of the words after watching Rachel.

The Latina smiled as she made her way over to Rachel to sing the rest of the song together.

I remember the way that we touched I wish I didn't like it so much
I get so emotional, baby
Every time I think of you
I get so emotional, baby

Ain't it shocking what love can do
Ain't it shocking what love can do

I gotta watch you walk in the room, baby
I gotta watch you walk out
I like the animal way you move
And when you talk I just watch your mouth

I remember the way that we touched I wish I didn't like it so much
I get so emotional, baby
Every time I think of you
I get so emotional, baby

Ain't it shocking what love can do

I get so emotional

Oh baby
Ain't it shocking what love can do

The Glee club erupted into applause after their performance. Santana was about to make her way back to her seat when she felt arms wrap around her. She was surprised to see it was Rachel. She made an effort to try and pry the girl off of her, but she couldn't ignore how good it felt to have the petit girl's arms around her.

Santana was brought back from her flashback and met Rachel's gaze once more. She continued on her thought before she zoned out.

"Look, who cares that it took three years. I mean we still have plenty of time to do it again."

"We have 42 days left until graduation. I mean, half of that is going to be prepping for nationals. I mean that was it."

"Oh crap, I think I just realized I'm going to miss you. Oh God, please say something irritating so I can get the taste of this out of my head, please."

"It's okay," Rachel made her way to stand beside Santana, very much standing in her personal bubble. It took a lot of energy not to just lean forward and kiss the starlet. Santana was brought back from her daydream when she heard Rachel continue. "Look, you went out of your way to make my life a living hell for three years."

Santana looked away and gave a small shrug. The ravened haired girl would do anything to take those years back. If only Rachel knew the real reason why she was so mean to her.

"But at the end of the day, I know that you respect my talent and my ambition."

"I like it when you sing. And hey, you're the only other person at this school besides me who is willing to kill their best friend to get to the top."

"Yeah," Santana couldn't control the heat the pooled between her legs when Rachel husked that out. It only increased when she saw the petit brunette bite her lip. "Will you do me a favour?"

Santana would have done a lot of favours, but she was extremely confused when Rachel pulled out a school photo of herself from her binder.

"Will you put this up in your locker?"

"You want me to put a picture of you in my locker?" This was borderline girlfriend status and the Latina hadn't even shared her feelings for the starlet.

"Okay, we may not be able to sing together, but have 42 days to at least be friends," Santana couldn't help but smile at how adorable and sweet Rachel was. "I'm going to give you a hug. It will be quick."

Santana let out a small laugh as Rachel quickly wrapped arm arms around her neck. The hug was over before it started and Rachel was soon making her way down the hallway.

"I'll see you in Glee Club."

Santana turned to watch Rachel walk down to the end of the hall before she disappeared around the corner. A beaming smile reached as lips as she delicately placed the picture in her locker. The photo contrasted with everything in her locker, but it felt so Rachel Berry. Rachel stood out among everything for Santana.

She looked once more down the hall, almost as if she still expected to see the brunette there. She had only 42 days. She had 42 days to make Rachel fall in love with her.

What did you think? Okay, I need a lot of ideas. I need different ideas of how Santana should try and get Rachel. I might make this 42 chapters, maybe less. It all depends. I will do my best to update, but the more reviews and alerts I get, the faster the updates will come.