A Hard Day's Night - A Jesse/Santana Fic
Title: A Hard Day's Night
Author: quick_ly
Fandom: Glee
Pairing: Jesse/Santana
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Santana Lopez doesn’t wear chapstick. Especially bubblegum flavored.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Glee.
A/N: Written for diva_off. Jesse/Santana, yes! They are like my perfect !crack ship since St. Lopez doesn’t conflict with any of my other Glee couples. Plus, they’d be totally hot and we all know it.
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Santana Lopez doesn’t wear chapstick. Especially bubblegum flavored.
She wears red, juicy lipstick and deep, black mascara and dark, alizarin blush. She spends her time and money on makeup and beauty, because that’s what boys like and Santana likes boys, or, she likes what they can offer; stability and warmth and love, even though it’s not real. None of it will ever be real, because that’s not what she is to them. Santana Lopez is a quick, sweaty fuck, something that’s good for a little and then it’s not, then it’s nothing at all because they don’t love her. They love Rachel and Quinn and even Brittany more then they love her, because Santana isn’t loveable. Not loveable enough, anyway.
So, she’ll settle for being the fuck girl, because while it’s not love, it’s something.
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Rachel wears chapstick. Specifically bubblegum flavored.
She wears bubblegum chapstick and pink, pink blush and no mascara. She spends time and money on show tunes and dance lessons, because that’s what she likes.
She doesn’t wear makeup, not much anyway. She says it would make her seem too promiscuous.
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Jesse misses Rachel.
He misses the way she smiled and laughed and always, always said she liked him, like in her mind he somehow didn’t know and she has to reassure him, because if Jesse St. James didn’t know that Rachel Berry liked him, the world would be out of whack.
Well, the worlds out of whack. Only it’s not, because she doesn’t like him anymore. Now she likes (loves?) Finn.
In other words, for Jesse St. James, everything sucks.
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It happens on a Tuesday.
He’s out getting music and she’s out getting makeup and they bumped into each other. It’s a little weird, because they weren’t really friends and didn’t really like each other, but then again, they weren’t really enemies and didn’t really hate each other, so it’s an uncertain situation.
To make things more certain, they have sex.
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It’s quick.
They don’t linger or go slow, because taking time during sex is for people who like each other, and although the status of their relationship is still pretty sketchy, Santana and Jesse most certainly don’t like each other.
She bites, he groans. He slaps, she moans. They twist and turn, each working to get the most out of the other, to get what the need.
(Secretly, Santana and Jesse want it to break them, to smash them both to smithereens, with nothing left but their hopeless dreams.
This doesn’t do the trick.)
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It happens more then once.
Of course it does.
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He’s quiet afterwards. He always quiet.
“You wanna know how Berry’s doing, don’t you?”
He doesn’t say anything. She takes that as a yes.
“Well, I haven’t seen her that much, I mean it’s not like I hang out with Broadway-loving freaks like her in my spare time.”
Jesse raises an eyebrow.
“Sorry. Anyway, I did see Rachel at this party once.”
“… And?”
“She seems really happy. Like a lot happier then she was when you were her boyfriend. It’s sickening.”
Jesse doesn’t say anything. He never does.
Author: quick_ly
Fandom: Glee
Pairing: Jesse/Santana
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Santana Lopez doesn’t wear chapstick. Especially bubblegum flavored.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Glee.
A/N: Written for diva_off. Jesse/Santana, yes! They are like my perfect !crack ship since St. Lopez doesn’t conflict with any of my other Glee couples. Plus, they’d be totally hot and we all know it.
--
Santana Lopez doesn’t wear chapstick. Especially bubblegum flavored.
She wears red, juicy lipstick and deep, black mascara and dark, alizarin blush. She spends her time and money on makeup and beauty, because that’s what boys like and Santana likes boys, or, she likes what they can offer; stability and warmth and love, even though it’s not real. None of it will ever be real, because that’s not what she is to them. Santana Lopez is a quick, sweaty fuck, something that’s good for a little and then it’s not, then it’s nothing at all because they don’t love her. They love Rachel and Quinn and even Brittany more then they love her, because Santana isn’t loveable. Not loveable enough, anyway.
So, she’ll settle for being the fuck girl, because while it’s not love, it’s something.
--
Rachel wears chapstick. Specifically bubblegum flavored.
She wears bubblegum chapstick and pink, pink blush and no mascara. She spends time and money on show tunes and dance lessons, because that’s what she likes.
She doesn’t wear makeup, not much anyway. She says it would make her seem too promiscuous.
--
Jesse misses Rachel.
He misses the way she smiled and laughed and always, always said she liked him, like in her mind he somehow didn’t know and she has to reassure him, because if Jesse St. James didn’t know that Rachel Berry liked him, the world would be out of whack.
Well, the worlds out of whack. Only it’s not, because she doesn’t like him anymore. Now she likes (loves?) Finn.
In other words, for Jesse St. James, everything sucks.
--
It happens on a Tuesday.
He’s out getting music and she’s out getting makeup and they bumped into each other. It’s a little weird, because they weren’t really friends and didn’t really like each other, but then again, they weren’t really enemies and didn’t really hate each other, so it’s an uncertain situation.
To make things more certain, they have sex.
--
It’s quick.
They don’t linger or go slow, because taking time during sex is for people who like each other, and although the status of their relationship is still pretty sketchy, Santana and Jesse most certainly don’t like each other.
She bites, he groans. He slaps, she moans. They twist and turn, each working to get the most out of the other, to get what the need.
(Secretly, Santana and Jesse want it to break them, to smash them both to smithereens, with nothing left but their hopeless dreams.
This doesn’t do the trick.)
--
It happens more then once.
Of course it does.
--
He’s quiet afterwards. He always quiet.
“You wanna know how Berry’s doing, don’t you?”
He doesn’t say anything. She takes that as a yes.
“Well, I haven’t seen her that much, I mean it’s not like I hang out with Broadway-loving freaks like her in my spare time.”
Jesse raises an eyebrow.
“Sorry. Anyway, I did see Rachel at this party once.”
“… And?”
“She seems really happy. Like a lot happier then she was when you were her boyfriend. It’s sickening.”
Jesse doesn’t say anything. He never does.