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[Glee] anyone will do (Santana/Mercedes)
Title: anyone will do
Fandom: Glee
Length: 644 words
Prompt: Santana/Mercedes - "You're a teaser, you turn 'em on/Leave 'em burning and then you're gone" for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
ellydash
Pairing: Santana/Mercedes; mentioned Brittany/Santana
Other: n/a
Excerpt: She wasn't exactly sure how it benefited Santana now to be flirting with Mercedes. And it had to be flirting. That smoldering look couldn't be anything else. Maybe she was trying to make Brittany jealous?
Mercedes was not stupid. She saw the way that Santana looked at Brittany nowadays: that wasn't the hurt of someone who lost a friend, it was the pain of someone who lost someone they really loved. She considered herself an expert in that look because Kurt used to wear it every time he looked at Finn last year before he finally got over that.
Santana was a lesbian. And dating Karofsky wasn't fooling anyone. Sometimes Mercedes wondered -- well, not too hard, because she didn't want to think about Karofsky in any kind of awkward position. She doubted Santana was putting out, though, because surely if she was, she wouldn't be all up in Mercedes's space all the time.
Sure, they'd been friendly enough for the whole duet thing, but Santana had dropped her afterwards like a hot plate, and Mercedes hadn't expected anything different. Santana only wanted to be friends when she got something out of it. Mercedes was pretty sure that was Santana's life philosophy.
She wasn't exactly sure how it benefited Santana now to be flirting with Mercedes. And it had to be flirting. That smoldering look couldn't be anything else. Maybe she was trying to make Brittany jealous?
What she was doing was making Mercedes's heart flutter in a way Mercedes didn't appreciate. Santana was a tease, but it was a hard thing convincing her heart something that her head already knew. She couldn't get a crush on Santana. Santana wasn't any more out than Mercedes was (well, maybe a little more, but Mercedes hadn't told even Kurt when she realized she was bisexual. She'd been subjected to his little rants on the subject before).
So after a rehearsal laden with innuendo and the secret slide of Santana's fingers down Mercedes's arm, camouflaged as a dance move, Mercedes grabbed Santana firmly and dragged her into the ladies room. It was after school and no one was around anyway.
"What's the deal?" she said, hands on hips. Santana checked her lipstick in the mirror.
"I have no idea what you're talking about," she said, brushing back a stray hair.
"Don't fool with me, Santana. You've been... flirting with me all week," Mercedes answered. "What's your deal?"
"Nothing," Santana insisted. "I try to be friendly and this is what I get? No wonder I never bother. Can I go now?"
"I'm not buying it," Mercedes answered, crossing her arms. Santana looked up from the mirror and spent a few seconds obviously appreciating the way that stance flattered Mercedes's breasts. Then she grinned.
"So Puckerman can appreciate your chocolate thunder, or whatever awful metaphor he's come up with this week, but I can't do the same? And here I thought you loved the gays, Aretha."
"I don't just want to be another checkmark on your make-out sheet," Mercedes said firmly, shifting her stance so that maybe Santana would quit staring.
"Oh, I was thinking a little more than that," Santana said carelessly, with a dirty grin. "What's the problem? Haven't you ever just wanted to kiss someone for the hell of it?"
Of course Mercedes had. She had a sex drive just like anyone else, even if there wasn't someone else to focus it on (which was fine, she could appreciate herself). But she still wanted romance. She deserved it. She wasn't in a rush to jump into bed with just anyone. And Santana wasn't her first choice, no matter how much Santana made her heart pound sometimes.
So Mercedes said, "I'm not just going to be your rebound girl."
"Look, I'll just leave it on the table," Santana said, lifting her eyebrows. "You get lonely, you know where to find me."
Mercedes huffed and watched Santana slink out of the bathroom. Maybe a little too closely.
Santana wouldn't be a good girlfriend unless she had a personality transplant, but that didn't mean Mercedes couldn't look.
Fandom: Glee
Length: 644 words
Prompt: Santana/Mercedes - "You're a teaser, you turn 'em on/Leave 'em burning and then you're gone" for
ellydashPairing: Santana/Mercedes; mentioned Brittany/Santana
Other: n/a
Excerpt: She wasn't exactly sure how it benefited Santana now to be flirting with Mercedes. And it had to be flirting. That smoldering look couldn't be anything else. Maybe she was trying to make Brittany jealous?
Mercedes was not stupid. She saw the way that Santana looked at Brittany nowadays: that wasn't the hurt of someone who lost a friend, it was the pain of someone who lost someone they really loved. She considered herself an expert in that look because Kurt used to wear it every time he looked at Finn last year before he finally got over that.
Santana was a lesbian. And dating Karofsky wasn't fooling anyone. Sometimes Mercedes wondered -- well, not too hard, because she didn't want to think about Karofsky in any kind of awkward position. She doubted Santana was putting out, though, because surely if she was, she wouldn't be all up in Mercedes's space all the time.
Sure, they'd been friendly enough for the whole duet thing, but Santana had dropped her afterwards like a hot plate, and Mercedes hadn't expected anything different. Santana only wanted to be friends when she got something out of it. Mercedes was pretty sure that was Santana's life philosophy.
She wasn't exactly sure how it benefited Santana now to be flirting with Mercedes. And it had to be flirting. That smoldering look couldn't be anything else. Maybe she was trying to make Brittany jealous?
What she was doing was making Mercedes's heart flutter in a way Mercedes didn't appreciate. Santana was a tease, but it was a hard thing convincing her heart something that her head already knew. She couldn't get a crush on Santana. Santana wasn't any more out than Mercedes was (well, maybe a little more, but Mercedes hadn't told even Kurt when she realized she was bisexual. She'd been subjected to his little rants on the subject before).
So after a rehearsal laden with innuendo and the secret slide of Santana's fingers down Mercedes's arm, camouflaged as a dance move, Mercedes grabbed Santana firmly and dragged her into the ladies room. It was after school and no one was around anyway.
"What's the deal?" she said, hands on hips. Santana checked her lipstick in the mirror.
"I have no idea what you're talking about," she said, brushing back a stray hair.
"Don't fool with me, Santana. You've been... flirting with me all week," Mercedes answered. "What's your deal?"
"Nothing," Santana insisted. "I try to be friendly and this is what I get? No wonder I never bother. Can I go now?"
"I'm not buying it," Mercedes answered, crossing her arms. Santana looked up from the mirror and spent a few seconds obviously appreciating the way that stance flattered Mercedes's breasts. Then she grinned.
"So Puckerman can appreciate your chocolate thunder, or whatever awful metaphor he's come up with this week, but I can't do the same? And here I thought you loved the gays, Aretha."
"I don't just want to be another checkmark on your make-out sheet," Mercedes said firmly, shifting her stance so that maybe Santana would quit staring.
"Oh, I was thinking a little more than that," Santana said carelessly, with a dirty grin. "What's the problem? Haven't you ever just wanted to kiss someone for the hell of it?"
Of course Mercedes had. She had a sex drive just like anyone else, even if there wasn't someone else to focus it on (which was fine, she could appreciate herself). But she still wanted romance. She deserved it. She wasn't in a rush to jump into bed with just anyone. And Santana wasn't her first choice, no matter how much Santana made her heart pound sometimes.
So Mercedes said, "I'm not just going to be your rebound girl."
"Look, I'll just leave it on the table," Santana said, lifting her eyebrows. "You get lonely, you know where to find me."
Mercedes huffed and watched Santana slink out of the bathroom. Maybe a little too closely.
Santana wouldn't be a good girlfriend unless she had a personality transplant, but that didn't mean Mercedes couldn't look.