Your Love is My Love

Previously Unaired Christmas (Pezberry)

"That was...surprisingly awesome."

"Thank you!" Rachel gave Santana a big cheesy smile then pushed a pillow right onto her chest. "Now, go lay on the floor."

Santana's eyes widened and she quickly threw the pillow back at Rachel.

"Who said anything about sleeping on the floor? That was not the plan for tonight!"

Rachel scoffed, "And neither was us having sex but look where we are now." She gestured to the messy sheets and that after-sex "glow" they were both sporting accompanied by tangled hair. "Look, if Kurt comes in here and finds us like this we're going to have a lot of explaining to do and I for one am going to have too bad of a hangover to do a retelling of our sexual explorations."

Santana cringed at Rachel's use of words and lifted herself off the bed before taking the last sip of the "buttered rum concoction" she was given earlier that night. "I guess you're right. Although i'm pretty sure Lady Hummel is pretty occupied with Santa in that other room."

"Gross." Santana laughed and began to lay out her bed on the floor. After she made it as comfortable as it was going to get she laid down slowly, feeling a little dizzy and dazed.

"Do you feel funny?" She asked Rachel, staring up at the ceiling with her hands laying loosely against her stomach.

"Kinda. My legs feel like jelly but that's too be expected after the way you-"

"Stop!" She held her hand up signaling Rachel to not continue where she was going with that sentence. "I didn't mean it like that. I meant like a bad kind of funny."

Rachel comteplated her answer for a moment. She just had the best sex of her life and to be frank she couldn't tell if the loss of feeling in her legs was from Santana or something else.

"I'm not sure. I think maybe we're just super tired and super drunk. We should just try sleeping it off."

Santana sighed then turned to her side and snuggled up against the pillow. She had felt this odd feeling before but couldn't put her finger on what it was. "Okay." She settled. "Goodnight, Rachel. Hope you sleep well in your big comfortable bed. Don't worry about me i'm sure my back will recover from this in my late forties."

Rachel let out a small laugh then turned to the left side of the bed so she could see the brown haired girl who was lying on the floor. "if it makes it any better, I wish you were in bed with me."

Santana's heart rate picked up and she mentally high
-fived herself. "I guess that makes it a little better."

They both smirked then went to bed.

Later that morning, Santana would soon be reminded of what that familiar feeling of dizziness was. Rachel and her had been drugged and robbed.

As Rachel sobbed over her missing Wicked vinyl, all Santana could do was feign concern as she tried
to remember the events of last night and why her bra was hanging from Rachel's bed post.

Author's Note:

Hey! Hoped you guys liked this little pezberry one-shot! I always thought, during the episode, that Rachel and Santana had hooked up & were scared of Kurt finding out hence Santana sleeping on the floor. If you guys have any ship or idea requests please leave them in the comments! Thanks!