Memories Made - #003 Teach me a little more
Fic: Memories Made - #003 Teach me a little more
Rating: K+
Fandom: Glee
Pairing: Rachel/Santana
Summary: Rachel wants Santana to teach her Spanish.
Fanfiction.net link: here
Author Notes: Short fic, unbeta'ed. This is what happens when you get inspired while listening to the 'In the heights' original Broadway cast recording.
#003 Teach me a little more
They were in the middle of Rachel's bed, Santana was looking at the ceiling with a smile on her face and Rachel was hugging her side, resting her head on the Latina's shoulder while softly caressing her girlfriend's hand.
"Santana! You said you would teach me!" Rachel said, almost whining. Santana smiled.
"I thought that you weren't interested," the Latina said, "Actually, if I quote correctly 'I didn't think I would need to learn Spanish in order to be on Broadway... French yes, maybe even German, but not Spanish'" she said making a spot-on impression of her girlfriend, who turned around and looked at her intently.
"I never said that! C'mon, San... I've been studying!" she said while turning to see her girlfriend's face and pouted. Santana sighed.
"Let's see... What have you learnt?" she asked with a raised eyebrow.
"Hola, buenos tardes. Me llamo Raquel," Santana laughed out loud, which made Rachel hit her softly on the stomach, "Hablo poquito español, porque amo a mi novia," Santana smiled, "y …" Rachel hesitated and Santana saw her concentrated expression, she was trying to remember something. "¿Podría decirme dónde está el baño?" Santana couldn't hold her laughter and almost fell after hearing the last question. Rachel sat confused looking at her girlfriend, who was holding her stomach while laughing. "What's so funny?" she asked in a demanding tone of voice.
Once Santana had calmed a little, she hugged Rachel, but the other girl looked at her with a serious expression, demanding an explanation.
"You can totally tell that Schuester was your Spanish Teacher," Rachel raised an eyebrow, Santana saw her confussion and decided to explain, "You just asked me where's the toilet," Santana answered with a smirk. Rachel huffed and Santana tried to hug her again. "It's 'buenas tardes', your name is still 'Rachel', not 'Raquel', and obviously you speak very little Spanish... Oh! And I love you, too." Santana explained while kissing Rachel's temple.
"C'mon, teach me! I truly want to learn in order to impress your mother when we have a proper formal conversation. That way she will see and appreciate my efforts to know about your culture and traditions," Rachel explained almost without breathing, Santana smiled.
"Rach, our family tradition since I was 5 and until I turned 14 was taking me to McDonald's every Saturday so I could get a happy meal."
"So unhealthy!" The other girl said shuddering. Santana laughed and caressed Rachel's face.
"And my mom already loves you, and she hasn't even met you yet! You made me start studying like crazy so I can go to NY with you, that's reason enough."
"Santana, please." Rachel said looking at her girlfriend with expectant big brown eyes.
"Have you been studying vocabulary, I guess?" Rachel nodded enthusiastically and Santana rolled her eyes. "Okay... What does 'mierda' mean?" She asked with a smirk.
"Santana!" Rachel slapped her shoulder softly and looked at her angrily.
"Rach! That hurt!" She said while massaging her shoulder.
"That was the idea," Rachel said while looking at her. "I know what 'that' means, I looked for the rude words first knowing that you would try to teach me those." Santana smiled.
"You know me so well, babe," she said trying to reach Rachel again and kiss her, but her girlfriend didn't let her. "Okay, okay... What does 'lo siento' mean?" Rachel looked hesitant.
"I don't know," she answered softly.
"It means 'I'm sorry' and 'I don't know' in Spanish is 'No sé,'" this time Rachel let Santana hug her, and she simply started to kiss her.
"Okay, how do you say 'You are forgiven'?" Rachel asked humming softly.
"It's 'estás perdonada' if you are talking to a female, 'estás perdonado' if it's for a dude," Santana caressed slowly her girlfriend's cheeks.
"Estás perdonada," Rachel said before smiling. "How do you say 'kiss me'?" she asked and Santana kissed her forehead.
"Bésame," and Rachel kissed her profoundly.
"Do you know what 'Ámame' means?" Santana asked looking into Rachel's eyes.
"Love me," Rachel answered sighing.
"Oh yes, I do," Santana said.
And their little Spanish lesson suddenly became a kissing session.
FIN
Rating: K+
Fandom: Glee
Pairing: Rachel/Santana
Summary: Rachel wants Santana to teach her Spanish.
Fanfiction.net link: here
Author Notes: Short fic, unbeta'ed. This is what happens when you get inspired while listening to the 'In the heights' original Broadway cast recording.
#003 Teach me a little more
They were in the middle of Rachel's bed, Santana was looking at the ceiling with a smile on her face and Rachel was hugging her side, resting her head on the Latina's shoulder while softly caressing her girlfriend's hand.
"Santana! You said you would teach me!" Rachel said, almost whining. Santana smiled.
"I thought that you weren't interested," the Latina said, "Actually, if I quote correctly 'I didn't think I would need to learn Spanish in order to be on Broadway... French yes, maybe even German, but not Spanish'" she said making a spot-on impression of her girlfriend, who turned around and looked at her intently.
"I never said that! C'mon, San... I've been studying!" she said while turning to see her girlfriend's face and pouted. Santana sighed.
"Let's see... What have you learnt?" she asked with a raised eyebrow.
"Hola, buenos tardes. Me llamo Raquel," Santana laughed out loud, which made Rachel hit her softly on the stomach, "Hablo poquito español, porque amo a mi novia," Santana smiled, "y …" Rachel hesitated and Santana saw her concentrated expression, she was trying to remember something. "¿Podría decirme dónde está el baño?" Santana couldn't hold her laughter and almost fell after hearing the last question. Rachel sat confused looking at her girlfriend, who was holding her stomach while laughing. "What's so funny?" she asked in a demanding tone of voice.
Once Santana had calmed a little, she hugged Rachel, but the other girl looked at her with a serious expression, demanding an explanation.
"You can totally tell that Schuester was your Spanish Teacher," Rachel raised an eyebrow, Santana saw her confussion and decided to explain, "You just asked me where's the toilet," Santana answered with a smirk. Rachel huffed and Santana tried to hug her again. "It's 'buenas tardes', your name is still 'Rachel', not 'Raquel', and obviously you speak very little Spanish... Oh! And I love you, too." Santana explained while kissing Rachel's temple.
"C'mon, teach me! I truly want to learn in order to impress your mother when we have a proper formal conversation. That way she will see and appreciate my efforts to know about your culture and traditions," Rachel explained almost without breathing, Santana smiled.
"Rach, our family tradition since I was 5 and until I turned 14 was taking me to McDonald's every Saturday so I could get a happy meal."
"So unhealthy!" The other girl said shuddering. Santana laughed and caressed Rachel's face.
"And my mom already loves you, and she hasn't even met you yet! You made me start studying like crazy so I can go to NY with you, that's reason enough."
"Santana, please." Rachel said looking at her girlfriend with expectant big brown eyes.
"Have you been studying vocabulary, I guess?" Rachel nodded enthusiastically and Santana rolled her eyes. "Okay... What does 'mierda' mean?" She asked with a smirk.
"Santana!" Rachel slapped her shoulder softly and looked at her angrily.
"Rach! That hurt!" She said while massaging her shoulder.
"That was the idea," Rachel said while looking at her. "I know what 'that' means, I looked for the rude words first knowing that you would try to teach me those." Santana smiled.
"You know me so well, babe," she said trying to reach Rachel again and kiss her, but her girlfriend didn't let her. "Okay, okay... What does 'lo siento' mean?" Rachel looked hesitant.
"I don't know," she answered softly.
"It means 'I'm sorry' and 'I don't know' in Spanish is 'No sé,'" this time Rachel let Santana hug her, and she simply started to kiss her.
"Okay, how do you say 'You are forgiven'?" Rachel asked humming softly.
"It's 'estás perdonada' if you are talking to a female, 'estás perdonado' if it's for a dude," Santana caressed slowly her girlfriend's cheeks.
"Estás perdonada," Rachel said before smiling. "How do you say 'kiss me'?" she asked and Santana kissed her forehead.
"Bésame," and Rachel kissed her profoundly.
"Do you know what 'Ámame' means?" Santana asked looking into Rachel's eyes.
"Love me," Rachel answered sighing.
"Oh yes, I do," Santana said.
And their little Spanish lesson suddenly became a kissing session.
FIN