#pezberrypie

I mean… It is “finished”. 

I think you just mean that you want to see the Berrittana, am I right?

A/N: This is inspired by a TFLN: (859) This would be a good time for the don’t get drunk and bang a married chick pep talk…

A/N2: So this is from ages ago, something unpolished that never fully came together as I’d wanted, I think, from the 2014-2015 or even earlier time. I don’t know. I can’t remember. Just from at least sometime that I paid attention to TFLN*s - or, like, at least from where they were “relevant” - I just know I haven’t heard of them in years. Anyway, the important thing is I came upon this again deep in my tumblr drafts and figured it was worth sharing. :D Viva la Berrittana!

*If anyone doesn’t know, TFLN means Text From Last Night

Rachel glanced at first Santana then Brittany, taking a large mouthful of her vegan chow mein. Washing it down with a large gulp of her mixed drink - something sparkly and warmth-inducing and potent Brittany had handed to her - she told herself, almost chidingly, This would be a good time for, as Puck would call it, the don't get drunk and bang a married chick pep talk... Or perhaps, more likely for him, it would be the don’t get drunk and bang a married chick again pep talk...

"Heyyyy," Brittany startled her, plopping down next to her on the floor, elbows on the coffee table Rachel was sitting at, "Having fun, Rache?"

Rachel smiled, nodding. Swallowing her latest bite of chow mein, she reached out, grabbing Brittany's arm; she patted it, quickly pulling back. "It's really quite nice seeing you. Thanks for inviting me over."

"Yeah, like we'd let you kill yourself mourning a broken heart," Santana interjected, taking the seat on the couch on the other side of her. Pushing her hair behind her ear, she smirked, eyes bright as she met Rachel's gaze, "Totally called for a girl's night, am I right?"

"Totally," Brittany chimed in.

Hopefully hiding her blush behind her drink, Rachel nodded, sipping deeply again. As much as she still missed her... Her stomach dropped, and tears threatened before she sniffed them back... Ex, it was nice seeing her old friends.

...Even if wasn’t quite the same with thoughts of seducing one or the other being stubbornly resistant to being exorcised. 

Really, it wasn’t fair how still attracted to both Santana and Brittany she was, Rachel sighed. Ever since high school... And helped by the recent easing of hostilities between herself and the two... Couldn't her broken heart be some sort of shield to those ridiculous impulses, at least?

Admonishing herself again, sitting back to watch her two friends banter easily back and forth in front of her, Santana leaning forward to slide her hand affectionately down her wife’s arm, knee brushing against Rachel’s, Rachel smiled absently at Brittany’s next words: 

“Still, you want us to invite over some of our friends for some rebound sexing?”

“No,” Rachel shook her head, able to keep her smile, proffering her drink up in the air, “I believe I’m good.”

Santana tilted her head. “Liquor good or bluster good?”

“Yeah, because there is a difference,” Brittany took up her wife’s point, “Liquor good only feeds the now. Bluster good, meaning pretending like sexings - which sexings good, if done well, feeds the future - only tells us you need more liquor or, well...” She grinned, looking Rachel up and down, “Something else to preoccupy yourself with.”

“While tempting...” Rachel bit down on her lower lip, cheeks warming, “I…”

Santana raised her eyebrows, lips quirking. “Ooh la la. Tempting?”

Scooting back, palms solid on the floor as she moved to better gaze at Rachel, Brittany smirked at her as well. “Rachel~?”

“While tempting,” Rachel repeated, cheeks even warmer, “I think I’d start sobbing if I attempted to... Do anything.”

Santana sighed. “That’s annoyingly unsurprising.” She shook her head. “Well, whatever. Drink that up and we’ll revisit this.” She grinned salaciously. “Worse comes to worse and we’ll just invite you into our bed.”

“Yeah,” Brittany agreed, seeming almost maybe into what she was saying, tilting her head and her lips turning up, “That could be fun. That would be fun.”

Rachel blinked, staring first at her, then at Santana, her breath skittering in her chest. Okay, no. Not fair. That didn’t help at all. “Hah, hah,” she laughed, pushing all other thoughts except for “they’re joking - they have to be joking” away. “You guys are funny.”

“Funny.” Santana’s eyebrows twitched up.

And, “Funny?” Brittany echoed. She pouted, meeting Santana’s gaze. “Only funny?”

“It’s not a bad thing!” Rachel hastened to say. Really, how could funny be a bad thing? Let alone, at least in the way she meant it? “I just,” she laughed hollowly, bravado on full display, “I know you’re kidding, and though I appreciate it, I don’t need - ”

Brittany’s hand on her shin stopped her, and Rachel’s mouth snapped shut.

“But what if,” the blonde smiled, making Rachel’s heart spike, “We weren’t kidding?”

So... Brittany’s checking out Rachel’s legs and Santana’s getting a better look at her chest. Got it.

Did my second drop of completed one-shots to AO3 today. Managed another six before my brain drained of all energy. It’s just really exhausting, okay? XD

Anyway, if you’re curious, here’s the list of randoms (mostly Pezberry) I imported:

It’s More Than Just Starside: Needing a date for a party held in honor of the release of her new movie, Rachel Berry, Broadway darling and Hollywood up-and-comer, reluctantly allows her good friend, Kurt Hummel, to arrange one for her. Cue a blast from the past that not only promises her favorable media attention, but also stirs up emotions she'd long thought repressed. Pezberry.

Ill Repute: "I want one of those old time cheesy couple portraits." "What now?" "One of those black and white photos. You know. Where I would be dressed up as a saloon dancer and you'd be my sharpshooter?" Pezberry.

Keep It For When I’m Famous: "You know, Santana," she offered, her voice exceedingly polite, "For all your words about not meeting my eyes or looking at me, you seem awfully interested in what I look like."Santana transfers into Rachel's elective. Pre-relationship Pezberry.

Give Me a Reason to Get Close to You: Overhearing that Santana thinks she's as sexy as a Teletubby, Rachel decides to show her just how wrong she is. Pezberry.

Breaking Up is Hard to Do: Entry for Berrittana Week Day One: Firsts. The first break-up is always the hardest. Berrittana.

“I think I’m tannerthan I’ve ever been.”

“Looks good,” Brittany offered.

Santana nodded, handingRachel a water. “Not bad.”

“Thanks.” Taking a sip,Rachel hesitated, “You know… I’m probably not the only one to believe you.”

The music’s blaring.

Rachel has lost sight of Finn somewhere in the vicinity of Quinn, and put out by the unconscious insecurities brought on by that fact, she’s camped out on the side of the dance floor, picking at the cup of punch she’s sipping slowly. “Finn…” she hisses, frowning into the crowd and feeling like it wouldn’t give her any positives to try to stand on her toes in her high heels, “Where are you…?”

"Yo. Hobbit."

"Rachel."

Turning her head, Rachel forces a smile as she smoothes her hand down the waist of her dress. “Hi Brittany. Santana.”

Each girl nodding as they are addressed, Santana looks Rachel up and down, one of her eyebrows quirked as Brittany, next to her, smiles broadly. 

"Well…" Santana smirks, "Look who’s alone."

"Where’s your date?" Brittany adds.

Rachel straightens even as the plastic of her cup creaks. “He’s… Getting me some more punch,” she smiles.

"Right, and punch means Q.” Stepping forward, Santana moves in front of Rachel’s line of sight. “You wanna dance?”

Rachel blinks. “What?”

"Yeah," Brittany adds, pressing her hand against Rachel’s arm even as she’s suddenly standing closer. "Don’t you like this music?" she continues, over the sound of Artie singing a hit from the Eighties, "And want to dance to it?" She sways on her feet, drawing Rachel’s eyes to her midsection. 

"I…" Rachel blinks, glances at Santana, then smiles at Brittany. "Fine," she agrees, "Just let me…"

Scoffing, Santana snatches the almost empty cup from Rachel’s hand and chucks it at the nearest what she probably classifies as ‘nerd’. “Hobbit,” she snarks, sliding her hand down Rachel’s wrist and locking her fingers around her palm, tugging her back onto the dance floor, “Just shut up and dance with us. You know you want to.”

"Yeah," Brittany breathes into her ear, breath blowing across Rachel’s cheek as she moves in behind her, Santana taking her front, "Just, dance with us. At least once."

Rachel looks back and forth between them, her gaze catching on Brittany’s smile and Santana’s smoky eyes. “Fine,” she relaxes, starting to allow herself to get into the rhythm of the music as she registers the feeling of both girls surrounding her, suddenly barely bothered with looking for Finn, “I’d be happy to. Honestly. Thank you!”