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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      F/F
  Fandom:
      Glee
  Relationship:
      Rachel_Berry/Brittany_S._Pierce, Quinn_Fabray/Santana_Lopez
  Character:
      Rachel_Berry, Rachel's_Fathers_(Glee), Santana_Lopez, Quinn_Fabray,
      Brittany_S._Pierce
  Additional Tags:
      Girl_Penis, Hurt/Comfort
  Stats:
      Published: 2017-01-17 Updated: 2017-02-22 Chapters: 5/? Words: 20600
****** Set Up! ******
by btvscharmedgirl
Summary
     When Leroy saw the perfect opportunity to help Rachel come to terms
     with her condition, he can't pass it up. So he sets her up.
***** The Set Up *****
Chapter 1: The Set Up!
Rachel walked into the house expecting to see her fathers waiting by the door
ready to say goodbye, but found an empty entrance. "Dads, I'm home."
Rachel's father Hiram suddenly appeared at the bottom of the staircase carrying
a small red suitcase. Hiram was quiet and poised when he walked. He was always
sneaking up on his husband and daughter, and he always had a good chuckle when
they jumped. Today was no different. He chuckled when she jumped. "Hi Honey."
Rachel glared at her father in annoyance. "It's not funny Dad."
"Actually it is quite funny," Hiram chuckled. "Awe, I love you darling."
"I love you too Dad, but that still wasn't nice," pouted Rachel.
Hiram smiled at Rachel. "How was your day?"
"It was okay," Rachel replied. "Mr. Schue gave us next week's assignment."
"Let me guess," Leroy said, as he came down the steps, carrying two suitcases.
"Duets again."
"Yup. He chose the partners this time," Rachel said, and then grinned widely.
"He paired me with Brittany,"
Her father's gave each other a knowing look. Rachel had had a crush on the tall
dancer since they met at the duck pond five years ago. "I invited her to
sleepover this weekend. I hope that's alright?"
"Of course, it is dear," Hiram said. "It actually takes a load of our minds
knowing somebody else is here with you."
"I agree," Leroy added. "This is the first time you're staying home alone for
longer than a day."
"And I told you already. I am more than capable of taking care of myself for a
week. So stop worrying. I will call you if there are any problems."
"We will never stop worrying about you. It's our job as parents to worry,"
Hiram said.
"I'm with him," Leroy agreed, pointing at his husband.
"Try and have a good time," Rachel told them.
"We will," They said in unison.
"What about you dear? Are you going to let that girl in on your condition?"
Leroy asked.
"No. There is no way I am telling her about that," Rachel answered.
"Sweetie, I really wish you would tell somebody. It's not good to keep things
bottled up, and there is nothing wrong with it. Sure it's a little different,
but at the moment there is nothing you can do about it," Hiram said.
"Your father is right," Leroy said. "We just want you to be comfortable with
your body. No matter how it looks. If you had somebody else to tell you it's
alright, then you might feel better about it. Brittany seems like the perfect
person for the job. Plus, there is that little known fact that you're in love
with her."
"I am not, Daddy," Rachel forcible said. "I do not see where you drew that
conclusion from."
"From the duck pond," Leroy said.
"From every single Saturday that you have spent at the duck pond with Brittany,
for no reason except that she goes there every week," Hiram explained.
"I do not like Brittany like that," Rachel said. "Now if you will excuse me, I
have a few things to take care of before Brittany arrives. I hope you have a
splendid week. I will call if there are any problems here."
"Alright dear," Hiram said. "We love you, and please think about what we've
said. We really think it will help you."
"I will think about, but I have already made up my mind," She replied, and the
darted up the stairs to her room.
Hiram and Leroy shared a look of concern. They both knew that Rachel was not as
okay as she claimed to be. They wished they could do something about it, but
knew that there was little they could do. They both looked up when they heard
running water. "Yeah, she doesn't like Brittany at all," Leroy sarcastically
said. "Two showers in one day, can only mean one thing."
"Yeah, that she's smitten with Brittany. She never showers before Finn comes
over," Hiram said.
Leroy and Hiram were walking out the front door when a red Jeep Wrangler pulled
into the driveway behind Rachel's scooter. A tall blonde got out of the
passenger side, still in her cheerleading outfit, with a book bag, and a red
gym duffle. They could only assume that this was Brittany.
"Bye Sanny, Thanks for the ride," Brittany said when she got around to the
other side.
"No problem B. Hope ya have fun with the hobbit. Call if you need a ride. I'll
be with Quinn getting my mack on," Santana said, and then pulled out of the
driveway.
"Have fun," Brittany yelled, and then turn to the two men who were watching her
with interest. "Hi, Rachel's daddies. I'm Brittany."
"Hi Brittany, I'm Leroy, and this is my husband Hiram. We really must be going
if we want to beat traffic. Rachel's in her room. Go wait for her on her bed.
It's up the stairs and to the left. You can't miss it. Don't bother knocking,
because she's probably in the shower."
"Okay," Brittany said dreamily. "Bye." She yelled as skipped into the house.
"What the hell was that?" Hiram asked sharply.
"That was me giving our baby girl an opening. She needs this. She needs to have
at least one other person besides telling her that there is nothing wrong with
her condition," Leroy explained.
"What if were wrong about that girl and she think it's disgusting, or worse
tells everybody about it?" Hiram asked.
"Then we'll be here to pick up the pieces, but I really think this will be
good," Leroy said.
"I hope you're right about this," Hiram sighed. "Let's go, before we miss our
check in time, and have nowhere to sleep.
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Brittany entered Rachel's room without knocking, just as she had been told to.
The bathroom door was open, and she could hear running water and soft moaning
coming from the shower. She smiled to herself. There was only one reason a
woman moaned like that, and it was because of sexy times. So she sat down to
wait for her to finish.
Brittany heard a frustrated groan, followed by a squeal, and then she heard
Rachel loudly say damn it, as the water shut off. The curse word threw Brittany
a little. Rachel never cursed. She always says that it is very un-becoming of a
lady.
She peeked into the bathroom, just as Rachel pulled back the curtain, giving
her a full frontal view of the shorter girl's naked body. Her eyes raked over
the delicious skin on show for her. Rachel had a very nice body, full breasts,
and curves in all the right places, but what she saw at her bare apex confused
her.
A fully erect four inch long penis was nestled where her clit should be. At
first site Brittany had though it was very realistic strap-on, but there wasn't
a harness. It was really confusing her. It couldn't be real because she didn't
have any balls, and she still had a vagina.
Rachel didn't notice Brittany presence until she went to grab a towel off of
the rack, and saw her sitting on her bed staring right at her penis. She
screeched, grabbed the towel, and hastily covered herself up.
"Brittany," she yelled, scaring poor Brittany. "What the hell are you doing in
my room? How did you get in?"
Brittany looked like she was going to cry, because she didn't understand why
Rachel was so upset. After all she was just doing what she was told to do. "I'm
sorry. Your daddies told me to come up and wait on your bed. Are you upset
because I saw you naked, and you're not so lady part?"
"Yes. I am," Rachel said. "You should have knocked, Brittany."
"Your daddies told me not to, because you would probably be in the shower.
Which you were," Brittany said.
Rachel's anger toward the blonde dissipated. It wasn't her fault that her
fathers had set her up. They were going to be in a world of trouble for this
one.
"It's alright, Brittany. I'm not angry at you, and I'm sorry I yelled at you. I
was just surprised to see you standing there, is all," Rachel said, as she
grabbed a second towel, and then walked out of the bathroom.
"It's alright Rae. I'm sorry if I scared you," Brittany said.
Rachel watched as Brittany's eyes dropped to the tent in the towel, with
confusion written on her face. She held the big fluffy towel up with one hand,
and moved her other hand down to cover her erection. She was irritated that it
still hadn't softened, even after being scared to death. She made sure that her
towel was covering everything and then sat down on her bed.
Rachel felt like crying. She never wanted anybody to find out about her penis,
and now a girl she had been crushing on for years had seen it. To make matters
worse her erection wouldn't go down. She tried masturbating which she had been
unsuccessful at. She had turned the cold water on at the end of the shower,
which didn't work. She was even frightened, and that didn't work. Now she was
sitting on her bed with Brittany staring at her crotch, trying very hard to see
through the towel.
The confused look on the blonde's face, made Rachel uncomfortable. There was no
way she was getting out of this without a lengthy, possibly embarrassing
discussion. "Brittany, please stop staring at it."
"But I don't understand," Brittany stated, and cocked her head to the side like
it would help her understand it better. "It looked so real, but you're a girl,
so it can't be real. So it has to be a strap-on, but I didn't see a harness."
Rachel grabbed her second towel and started to dry her hair. Brittany wasn't
going to let it go. She was stuck, and her fathers were in such big trouble for
doing this to her.
"It is a real penis, Brittany," she told the taller girl. Brittany looked even
more confused, so she elaborated with, "I am not wearing a strap-on."
If Rachel thought that this was going to clear things up for the blonde she had
been sadly mistaken, because it just confused her even further. "But I saw your
pussy," Brittany stated bluntly. "How can you have a vagina and a penis?"
Rachel stopped drying her hair and looked up at the dancer. "Come sit down, and
I'll explain it to you. Just let me get dressed first."
"Okay," Brittany replied, and did as she asked.
Rachel went over to her dresser and opened the top drawer. Her first instinct
was to grab a pair of boxers that she usually wore when she was at home. Then
she changed her mind, and went to grab a pair of her special underwear. Then
she realized that it didn't matter that the blonde was here. She already saw
the damn thing anyways. Why even bother to try and stuff her erection into the
tight suffocating underwear. She pulled the boxers on, grabbed a t-shirt out of
her pajama drawer, and pulled it over her head, before dropping the towel.
She took the towel to the bathroom, and returned a second later with a brush.
Brittany's eyes immediately latched on the tent in her boxers. Rachel really
wanted to cry again. Partly from the situation, but more so because of the
painful throbbing she was feeling down there. She didn't know what to do to
relieve the pressure. Nothing she had tried worked so far. This had never
happened to her before. Most of the time she could just think of something
unpleasant to make it go down, and if that didn't work a cold shower usually
would. On rare occasions neither of those methods worked, then she is forced to
relieve the pressure manually. This time was a first. She was currently wishing
she could go back to a year ago when the damn thing was only used as a way to
pee.
Brittany's staring was making her uncomfortable. Not that she blamed the girl.
She would probably be staring too if the roles were flipped, but they weren't.
She sat down at the head end of her bed, and placed one of her pillows over her
crotch. Successfully averting Brittany's attention away from that area, and
back to her face.
"I have a vagina, but I was born with a penis where my clit should be," Rachel
explained.
"Why?" Brittany asked.
"I don't really know," Rachel answered.
"Can you get a girl pregnant with it?" Brittany asked.
"No. I don't have testis…err… balls," Rachel replied.
"So you won't be able to have a baby?" Brittany asked sadly.
"Oh I can. My female reproductive system works normally. The only thing that is
abnormal is my penis."
"Do you like having a dick?"
"Not really. Especially at the moment," Rachel answered honestly.
"Because it won't go down?" Brittany asked bluntly.
Brittany's bluntness was normally a quality that she admired, but she was
finding it frustrating at the moment. "Yes, because it won't soften, and it's
become quite painful."
Brittany crawled up the bed, and laid beside the brunette. "Why don't you just
have solo-sexy times to take care of it? That's what I do when I'm horny."
Rachel had to think for a moment to understand what Brittany had meant. Then
she realized that the blonde was taking about masturbation. "Um… ah… Well… Um …
I did that in the shower, but it didn't work," she said quietly.
"You need to have real sexy times, and then it'll go down," Brittany said. "Can
I see it again?"
Rachel looked down at the blonde in shock. Had she really just told her she
needed to have sex, and then ask to see it again? "I really don't think that is
appropriate."
"I don't know what that means, or what it has to do with me seeing your penis
again," Brittany said.
"It means that I think that it is… oh never mind," Rachel said. "It means no."
"But I already saw it. Why can't I see it again? Please."
The look Brittany was giving her was slightly unbearable. This must be the
reason nobody could say no to her. It really couldn't hurt her anymore, so why
not? Maybe her dads were right.
She moved the pillow away from her lap, laid backwards so that she was leaning
against the pillows behind her, and slid her boxers down to her knees.
Brittany's lit up when her dick came into view.
Rachel instinctively went to cover herself up, but Brittany stopped her. "I
like it," she said. "It's smaller than the guys who I've had not-so-sexy times
with. I bet I can fit it all in my mouth."
Rachel felt her dick twitch, and a gush of wetness come from her vaginal at the
visual Brittany just planted in her head. She really wanted the blonde to do
exactly that.
"Can I touch it?" Brittany asked.
"No," Rachel said automatically. It had become second nature to tell the boys
she had been with no. That way she could hide it as long as possible. Why the
hell was she saying no now though? She literally had the girl of her dreams in
her bed asking to touch her. "Yes. No. I don't know," she cried.
"Please?" Brittany asked. "I can make it feel really good." Rachel didn't trust
her voice. The pain in her nether region, and the visions of Brittany with her
lips wrapped around her penis made her head fuzzy. She nodded her head yes.
Brittany slowly moved her hand over Rachel's hip teasing the soft skin, and
then slowly slid her hand around the petite appendage. Rachel moaned, and threw
her head back at the contact. She moaned again when the blonde started to move
her hand up and down her shaft. It never felt like this when she did it
herself.
She groaned when Brittany released her dick, but whimpered when she felt the
blonde's fingers running through her slit, and down to her opening. She tried
to spread her legs open, but her boxers were preventing her from doing so.
Brittany saw her predicament, and moved away briefly to pull them completely
off.
Instead of lying back down next to her, Brittany nestled herself between
Rachel's now spread legs. Brittany's left hand went back to the shorter girls
slit, while her right one wrapped itself around the dick. Brittany looked up at
Rachel and silently asked permission for what she was about to do.
Rachel sobered a little and bit her lip. This was a huge thing for her, and she
wanted to take a moment to think it over. Unfortunately her penis was aching so
badly that it was making it incredibly hard to process what the consequences
could be. "Please," she whispered.
Brittany smiled, and slowly slid a finger into Rachel's virgin channel. Since
she was forced to use tampons during her periods, Rachel's hymen had already
been broke. She felt very little pain until Brittany added a second finger.
Brittany moved slowly in and out allowing Rachel to adjust to the intrusion.
The look of pain faded from Rachel's face, and her body relaxed, allowing her
to enjoy the movement.
The blonde had set a steady rhythm. When she pushed her fingers into the girl,
she pulled the dick upwards. When she pulled her fingers out, she pushed down
on the dick. In, out, up, down.
Rachel was in heaven, until she felt the blonde's hand leave her dick. She
whimpered slightly at the loss. Her world exploded when Brittany replace the
missing hand with her mouth. Brittany had been right. She could fit her entire
dick in her mouth.
The blonde moved her fingers in and out at a faster pace, while sucking hard on
the dick in her mouth, and bobbing her head up and down to cause more friction.
Rachel's hips where bucking wildly, and her body was beginning to tighten up.
She was close. Brittany sped her thrusting fingers up to a frantic pace, while
sucking even more firmly on the dick.
Rachel looked down, and the site of her dick in the blonde's mouth threw her
over the edge, with a loud, "Oh shit." She came so hard that she blacked out.
Brittany kept her mouth attached to the dick, milking it for all it was worth.
When she released the soft member she withdrew her fingers, sucked them clean,
and proceeded to lick up all of Rachel's cum that was still spilling out of her
vagina.
When she deemed her task completed, she took of her cheerleading outfit leaving
her in just a sports bra, and panties. After a quick trip to the bathroom, she
grabbed the throw blanket that was on the desk chair, and cuddled up with
sleeping diva.
Rachel woke up a few hours later, to a darkened room. The first thing she
noticed was the sleeping blonde, who was lying almost completely on top of her.
The second thing she noticed was her hard member that was being squished in
between their bodies. Despite the uncomfortable throbbing, she felt down there,
she made no efforts to move Brittany off her. In fact, she wrapped her arms
around the blonde and pulled her closer.
She looked at the clock on her bedside table. It showed 9:37 in bright pink
numbers. She thought back to four hours ago. She felt like she should be
freaking out. After all she did just loose her virginity to the blonde. She
wasn't though. This is what she wanted. Brittany was who she had wanted since
she was eleven. Since the very first she met her at the duck pond. It was the
reason she showed up every Saturday, even after Santana, and Quinn came into
the picture. Despite how mean the other two were to her, they both were always
there, even though they rarely spoke to each other. She had her dream girl
sleeping half-naked on top of her. She could think about the repercussions of
this night tomorrow. Tonight she just wanted the blonde. She rolled both of
them over, nestled her body in between Brittany's legs. She peppered kisses up
and down the blonde's neck, while grinding her hips into hers.
Brittany woke form the ministrations a few minutes later. She looked through
sleepy, lustful eyes at the brunette, and then captured her lips in a searing
kiss. She wrapped her arms around her neck pulled her down so that she was
lying on top of her. She grounded her hips upward, causing Rachel's hard member
to rub against her clit. She broke the kiss and pulled at the hem of the other
girl's shirt. Rachel got the message, and sat up to allow room for the blonde
to remove it.
When her shirt was gone, Rachel removed Brittany's sports bra, and then her
panties. She couldn't really see the blonde very well, so she leaned over and
turned on the lamp next to her bed. Her eyes racked over the beautiful body
that was presented before her. She leaned back down and captured the blonde's
lips again.
Neither girl said a word as Rachel peppered soft kisses down the blonde's neck
and chest. For fear of breaking the spell they had fallen under. She took
Brittany's left nipple into her mouth, sucked lightly, and then released it
again. She kissed a path over to her right breast, and repeated the process,
adding in a nibble or two. She kissed her way back to the center of her chest,
before kissing her way down her stomach.
Rachel was beyond nervous, but she didn't let it show. She knew in theory what
she had to do to bring the blonde to an orgasm, and felt confident that she
could do it. All the confidence in the world wouldn't stop her from being
nervous at that moment though.
Her tongue swiped gently through the blonde's wet slit, and moaned at how sweet
it tasted. She did it again, and again, gathering up as much sweetness as she
could with each swipe.
The taste was intoxicating. She dipped her tongue into Brittany's opening, and
then pulled back again. She placed two fingers at her opening, and moaned as
she plunged them into her. She nipped at her clit a couple of times, before
taking it fully into her mouth and sucking firmly. She found a good rhythm,
similar to the one Brittany had used earlier. Just with a smaller appendage.
The moaning coming from the blonde drove Rachel wild. Her hips were grinding
into her bed, while she sped her thrusting fingers up. Brittany started
thrusting her hip in time with the fingers, while chanting 'harder Rae-Rae'
over and over again.
Brittany's orgasm hit hard and fast, and she screamed Rachel's name when it
hit. She slumped back down to the bed with a grunt, and pulled Rachel up her
body. She gave her a searing kiss, and then said. "Put it in."
"Are you sure?" Rachel asked.
Brittany didn't respond. Instead she grabbed her hard dick and placed it at her
opening, and thrust her hips up to impale herself on it. Rachel moaned at the
hot, wet feeling on her dick. God if that wasn't the best feeling ever. She
adjusted her position, so that she had a better angle, and started to move in
and out. Brittany wrapped her legs around the brunette waist, pulled her down
closer to her, and the captured her lips in a passion filled kiss.
The only sounds that filled the room were their moaning, wet skin slapping
against wet skin, and the banging of the headboard as Rachel thrusting picked
up speed. Rachel was close to coming, but she wanted to get the blonde off
again before she did. Judging by her frantic hip movement the blonde was close
as well.
The brunette sat up a little, moved her arm in between their bodies, and
searched for the other girl's clit. She found the hard nub quickly, and started
to frantically rub circles around it. She sped her thrust up even more. Loud
moans filled the air, followed by Brittany screaming Rachel's name for the
second time in an hour. Rachel kept thrusting into the blonde. She was so
close. She just needed a few more to follow.
Years of gymnastics, dance classes, and Sue Sylvester made it so that she could
reach around the thrusting girl, and plunge her fingers into her pussy without
jostling either of them from their position. Rachel moaned loudly as she came,
and then slumped forward on to the blonde.
"I really glad you invite me over," Brittany said tiredly.
"So am I," Rachel mumbled. Just before drifting off to sleep Brittany heard
Rachel mumbled into ear, "Gotta make my Dads 'thank you' cookies tomorrow."
***** The Morning After *****
Chapter 2: The Morning After
Rachel woke up the next morning just before the sun was due to rise. She was
groggy at first, unsure as to why she couldn't move. It took her a few moments
for the previous night to register into her mind. She realized she was being
spooned protectively by Brittany. Having the blonde pressed against her back
and arms holding her tight was a comforting feeling. Unfortunately, all the
comfort in the world wouldn't be able to quell the thoughts racing through her
mind.
In the past twenty-four hours she had gone from hiding her extra appendage in
special underwear, to sleeping with the girl she had been crushing on for
years. She had lost her virginity. She had never planned on anybody ever
finding out about her penis, let alone actually using it. She was going to wait
until after the doctors could do the gender realignment surgery before she
would be intimate with somebody.
She tried to figure out what was going through her head when Brittany touched
her. Why she hadn't told her to stop? Why she had initiated the second round?
Why she didn't tell Brittany no when she told her to stick it in her?
It felt good. That was the only answer she could come up with. It had felt so
good to have somebody else touching her. To have Brittany, the girl of her
dreams touching her. She got so caught up in the pleasure that the blonde was
giving her that she forgot to think. She realized that she shouldn't be
questioning why it happened, or how she had let Brittany get so far with her.
There was no use. She couldn't take it back, and she had a great time doing it.
The real question is, where do they go from here? What did last night mean to
Brittany? What if Brittany tells everybody about her condition?
She was starting to feel overwhelmed with it all, and having Brittany curled
against her was not helping. She loosened Brittany's grip and slipped out of
bed, placing her pillow where her body was just lying. The sun was starting to
rise, allowing enough light for Rachel to see Brittany's soft features. She
looked so adorable sleeping there. She pulled the fallen blanket over the naked
blonde, and then slipped into the bathroom.
She turned the shower on high, went pee, brushed her teeth, and then slipped
into the shower. She stood under the hot spray of water, letting it run down
her body. Away from the beautiful blonde she let the full impact of the
previous night, and all the emotions she was feeling take over.
Tears were washed away by the spray of water that was hitting her face, and
loud sobs broke through the pitter patter of the falling water. She wasn't
upset because of the previous night, but what was to come when the blonde
awoke. She had wanted to be with the blonde for years, but because of her extra
part had stayed far away from her.
Every Saturday at the pond she never said a word to Brittany. Instead she just
listened as the girl talk to her about the ducks, or whatever else the blonde
felt like saying. When Brittany joined New Directions, it became harder for her
to keep those feeling hidden. So, she threw herself at Finn, then Puck, and
then Finn again to hide them. When Mercedes and Kurt told her about Brittany's
'sex isn't dating' slip about her and Santana, she knew that she had a chance
of getting the blonde to fall in love with her. She didn't want to make her
move until the doctors could schedule her surgery.
It was a few weeks later her doctor told her that the chances of her having a
normal functioning clitoris after the surgery was unlikely. The doctor
encouraged her to experiment with it. To wait until after high school was over,
and then decide if she wanted to go through with it. She had been an emotional
wreck that day. She saw her dream of being with Brittany die in her mind. There
was no way that Brittany would want a freak like her.
Now she was afraid that Brittany wouldn't love her back. That after this
weekend everything will go back to the way it was before, or worse. Damn her
fathers for doing this to her. She was perfectly content with nobody know about
it, nobody judging her for it.
She wasn't sure how long she stood there sobbing, but a sudden breeze brought
her back to the present. Brittany slipped into the shower behind her. She
wrapped her arms around her stomach, and rested her chin on the shorter girls
shoulder.
"Are you okay, Rae?" Brittany asked quietly, and then placed a soft kiss on
Rachel's neck.
"I'm fine, Brittany," Rachel answered, her voice betraying her.
"No you're not," Brittany stated. "Please tell me why you're crying. Was it
because of last night? I thought you enjoyed it."
"I did," Rachel said. "It was great."
"Then why are you upset? Please Rach, tell me."
Rachel thought it over. This was her chance, to tell Brittany how she felt
about her. "Do you remember the first time we met at the duck pond?"
"Yeah," Brittany said excitedly. "I was upset because my daddy forgot the duck
food, and you shared yours with me. I was really happy after that."
"I know," Rachel said, and then turned around. She grabbed her sponge, and
oranges and cream body wash. After she lathered it up, she began washing
Brittany with it. "You gave me the biggest smile, and all I wanted to do was
kiss you."
Brittany's eyes widened, and a smile formed on her lips, "Why didn't you? I
wouldn't have minded."
"We were eleven Brittany," Rachel stated.
"So. San and I were twelve the first time she kissed me," Brittany said.
Rachel was a little shocked by that piece of information. She hadn't thought
that the two had been friends that long.
"Is that why you're upset, because you didn't kiss me that day?" Brittany
asked, confused as to why the brunette was bring it up.
"Partly, I guess, but not really," Rachel said, confusing the blonde further.
She was quiet for a few minutes while she washed the rest of Brittany's body.
The intimacy of what she was doing was not lost of her. In fact, she was
enjoying it. If Brittany didn't want to be with her then at least she had this,
on top of last night, to remember.
Brittany took the sponge from Rachel when she was all clean, re-lathered it up,
and then proceeded to do the same to Rachel's body. While Rachel was still new
to the sexy times, she was not. She knew how to play a woman's body, and the
fastest way to make anybody forget their pain was to give them a happy. She
made sure to touch all of Rachel sensitive spots with her fingers, and spent an
extra-long time touching the girl's now hard dick, under the guise of cleaning
it.
Rachel wasn't complaining, but was confused as to why the blonde like it at
all.
"Why did you tell me about that day?" Brittany asked, giving the girl's member
an extra-long tug.
Rachel moaned and then answered, "Because I wanted you to know how long I've
liked you."
"If you liked me so much then why didn't you ever talk to me when we were at
the pond? You always just listened to me talk," Brittany said, and then dropped
the sponge, while continuing to move her soapy hand up and down the dick that
her hand was wrapped around.
Rachel moaned again, this time louder. Her brain was having a hard time
processing her thoughts fast enough. Yup, this was why she hadn't stopped her
last night. Damn it, talking could wait, she wanted this now. "Britt," she
moaned. "Can we take this to my bed?"
"Sure," Brittany replied, and then pulled the shower head down to rinse them
off.
Rachel grabbed two towels out of the cabinet, one for each of them, and then
moved into her bedroom, drying off as she went. Rachel sat down on the end of
the bed and started to dry her hair, but was interrupted by Brittany's mouth
wrapping around her dick. She moaned loudly, and fell backwards.
Brittany sucked hard, and then moved her mouth up the shaft until she had just
the tip left. She swirled her tongue around the tip, and then moved back down
the length. She was really enjoying how small it was compared to how big some
of the boy she did this to. It was the perfect size in her book.
She replaced her mouth with her hand, and moved her tongue down to the
brunette's slit gathering up as much of Rachel juices as possible. She had
loved how Santana tasted, but it was nothing compared to how Rachel tasted. She
tasted exactly how Brittany saw her. Sweet.
Rachel moaned loudly, as Brittany slid two fingers into her wet channel, and
even louder when she wrapped her mouth around her dick again. "Britt, stop,"
she said suddenly.
Brittany released Rachel member with a loud pop, stilled her fingers, but
didn't pull them out. "Why? Don't you like it?"
"I do, but I want to come together," Rachel grunted.
"Okay," Brittany said, and then pulled out of her. She straddled Rachel's
waist, and brought herself down quickly onto Rachel's dick, before the brunette
even had a chance to elaborate on what she wanted.
"Mmm, Rach," Brittany moaned, as she started moving up and down. "I love the
feeling of you inside me."
"Do you really mean that?" Rachel asked. "You're not… ah… not just saying
that?"
"Of course I'm saying it silly, and yes I mean it. I wouldn't have said it, if
I didn't mean it," Brittany answered, and then leaned down and captured Rachel
lips.
God the girl could kiss. Finn, Puck, and Jessie had nothing on Brittany.
Rachel brought her feet onto the bed so that her knees were bent, and start
thrust her hips upwards. Brittany moaned loudly in her ear, nearly sending her
over the edge. Nearly. If she had been a guy she already would have.
Brittany sat back up, and started grinding her pelvis against Rachel's, causing
friction on her clit. She moved her right hand to Rachel's breast and squeezed
the mound.
Rachel brought her hand down to Brittany's clit and glided her fingers over it,
causing the blonde to throw her head back as she came. Loudly screaming her
name. The sight above her, as well as the blonde inner muscles squeezing her
dick pushed her over the edge.
Brittany kept riding Rachel until the brunette's member was completely soft,
and then collapsed off to the side of her. "Holy duckies," she exclaimed.
"Yeah," Rachel agreed.
The girls laid there in silent bliss until Brittany's stomach rumbled, bring
them both back to earth. "I guess somebody is hungry," Rachel chuckled.
"Yeah. All I've had to eat since lunch yesterday was you," Brittany said, and
then gave Rachel a chaste kiss.
"How about we go downstairs, and I'll make us breakfast," Rachel said, and then
tried to get off the bed, but Brittany stopped her.
"Not yet," She said. "You still haven't told me why you were so upset."
Rachel looked sad again. She quietly said, "I just don't want this to end."
"This?" Brittany questioned. "You mean us having sexy times. It don't have to,
if you don't want it to."
She felt a glimmer of hope, because of the blonde's words, but there was still
a shadow cast upon them. "What does this mean to you? Is this just sex for you?
Because it's not for me. I've been falling in love with you since that first
day at the duck pond."
"Why didn't you ever say anything? We've been seeing each other there every
Saturday for years."
"Because I have a stupid penis," Rachel said. Tears started forming in her
eyes. "I didn't think you would want me if you knew the truth. I was just going
to wait until I had the surgery to have it removed, and then I was going to
tell you how I feel. Until then I just wanted to keep some distance between
us."
"So you let me talk your ear off every week so that you could get to know me,
but never said anything because you didn't want me to get to know you,"
Brittany clarified, grasping what the brunette un-spoken meaning was. "That's
the dumbest thing I have ever heard, and it was all because you have a penis."
"I hate it, Brittany. It screws everything up," Rachel cried.
"You didn't seem to hate it when it was in my mouth getting sucked off, and you
didn't seem to hate it when I was riding it a little while ago," Brittany said
bluntly. "I think you don't like it because you think it makes you feel like
less of a woman, but it doesn't. The rest of you are all lady parts. You talk
and act like a girl, so that makes you one, just because you have a penis
doesn't mean a thing. I like it, and I think you could really like it if you
gave it a chance. An honest one."
Despite of how upset she was, Rachel smiled at Brittany's wisdom. It was one of
the things she loved most about the blonde. She was very smart in her own way,
people just didn't get what she was saying sometimes.
"As for this just being sexy times, it doesn't have to be. I like you a lot.
You are the only one who comes to the duck pond with me. You even came when you
were sick last year. You have never once made me feel stupid, and even though
you never talked, I got to know you too. You show it on your face. When you
laugh or get upset, or when you sing. Your plan didn't work very well, Rach."
"I guess not," Rachel said quietly.
"I am more than willing to be your girlfriend if that's what you want. Not so
lady parts be damned," Brittany said, with a grin.
Rachel heart swelled. This is exactly what she wanted, and there was no way she
was going to lose it. "I would love nothing more than to be your girlfriend."
"Good," Brittany said, and gave Rachel a heated kiss. When they broke apart she
said, "I'm hungry. I'll show you how much I like little Rae again later."
She got off the bed, leaving behind Rachel's flabbergasted form.
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Two hours later they were standing on the edge of the pond feeding the ducks.
It was still warm for late September, so there were a lot of people there. They
managed to get a spot by the pond that was heavily shaded, so they could have a
little privacy. Saturdays have always been Brittany's favorite day. She loved
coming to feed the ducks and talk to Rachel, but this Saturday seemed special
to her somehow. It might be because Rachel was actually talking to her this
time, or the fact that Rachel was her girlfriend now.
Rachel was still in kind of a daze. Her dream had come true, and now she was
standing next to her girlfriend. Girlfriend. She loved that word. She was
always happy when she was at the pond with Brittany, but today she was so much
happier.
"What song do you want to sing for Glee?" Brittany asked.
"I don't know," Rachel replied, shocking the blonde. "Something happy."
"Because you're happy?" Brittany asked, throwing a handful of bread pieces into
the water.
"Yes, because I am very happy," Rachel answered. "Is there a song you want to
sing?"
Rachel loved how Brittany bit on her lower lip when she was thinking. Is always
made her want to kiss the girl. There was nothing stopping her from doing just
that. She looked around the park to make sure nobody was watching and then
leaned in and captured the blonde's lip. It was a chaste kiss, but Rachel loved
it none the less.
A slightly stunned Brittany gasped out, "Hot."
"Yes it was," Rachel agreed.
"No… well yes the kiss was very hot, but I meant the song 'Hot' by Avril
Lavigne," Brittany said.
Rachel thought it over, and then said, "I could turn it into a duet, but it
might raise suspicions with over fellow Glee mates."
"You don't want to tell them?" Brittany asked sadly.
"I would rather not hide our relationship, but I assumed that you would rather
keep it quiet for a while. Was I wrong?"
"Yes. Why would you think that?" Brittany demanded. Rachel shrugged her
shoulders. "Is this about your thingy again? I thought we put that to rest
already."
"We did. I'm feeling much better about it," Rachel assured her. "It's just that
I don't want to cause problem for you at school, or with your friends."
"Everybody else will just have to get used to us, because I don't want to hide.
I don't care what they think," Brittany amended, earning a soft smile from the
brunette. "How about we do 'The Best Damn Thing' by Avril instead. Still upbeat
by not as sexy."
"I think that's a great idea. Let's go home and we can work on it," Rachel
suggested.
"Okay," Brittany replied, and then dumped the rest of the duck food into the
pond.
As they walked back to Rachel's scooter Brittany asked, "What about Finn?"
"What about him?" Rachel asked confused as to why she was asking about the boy.
"When are you going to tell him about us?" Brittany asked.
Then it clicked. The thing she had completely forgot about. She froze and a
look of horror appeared on her face. "Oh my Barbara. I forgot about Finn. I
cheated on Finn," She exclaimed in a high pitched voice. "Oh god. First I use
him, and then I cheat on him. I am such a horrible person."
"No you're not Rach," Brittany soothed. "Finn will understand. He might be mad
about you cheating but he'll come around."
"Not after I tell him that I've never loved him, and have only been seeing him
to hide my… you know."
"You don't have to tell him about little Rach. Just tell him that you don't
love him, and that you don't see your relationship going anywhere."
"He's still going to be mad that I cheated on him," Rachel said.
"Maybe, but he'll get over it eventually. Let go home. You said we can make
cookies," Brittany said.
"I did? When?" Rachel asked confused, as she climbed into the driver's seat.
"Last night. Right before we fell asleep. You said we have to make thank-you,
cookies for your daddies."
"Oh yeah," Rachel said. "Okay, let's go bake cookies. She pulled out of her
parking spot and headed home. The inevitably uncomfortable conversation with
Finn, weighing heavily on her mind. She really couldn't believe she had
forgotten about him. Just before they reached her house she decided to bake I'm
sorry cookies for Finn as well.
***** Love, Annoyance, and Anger *****
Rachel and Brittany were lazily lying on Rachel's bed, naked and wet from their
most recent shower. They had gotten a little crazy in making the cookies,
ending in an all-out cookie dough war. Once the flour had settled, they
finished baking the cookies, and then proceeded to cleaning the entire battle
field known as the kitchen, singing 'The Best Damn Thing' as they worked.
Now they were just lying, quietly talking about absolutely nothing. Simple
enjoying the company each other provided. Brittany had snuggled into Rachel's
side, and laid her head on her breast. She was lightly dragging her fingertips
along her girlfriend's abdomen, and watching how Rachel's dick twitched every
now and again.
Rachel found what her girlfriend was doing amusing. Brittany was helping her
accept her penis with every passing moment. She guessed that this was what her
fathers had wanted. Well maybe not the sex part, but definitely the acceptance
part. However, she was feeling a little insecure about the size of it. Brittany
had said that she liked it, but from what she had heard and read, her member
was way below average.
"You don't think it too small, do you?" She asked softly.
Brittany slid her fingertips down until she reach the semi-hard appendage, and
then cupped it in her hand. "No. It's smaller than the boys that I've been
with, but I like yours so much better."
"Why?" Rachel asked through a stifled moan.
"It looks nicer than the boys. I can fit the whole thing in my mouth without
choking on it, and you don't hurt me when it's in my pussy. It feels so much
nicer in me because it's small. It hits all the right spots," Brittany told
her, while still fondling her dick.
That made Rachel feel a lot better.
"Quinn and San's are going to be mad," Brittany said from out of nowhere.
"Why?" Rachel asked.
"Because they lost the bet, so now they're going to have to do whatever I say,"
Brittany said.
"What bet?"
"We made a bet on when you would lose your virginity," Brittany answered, and
then slid her fingers back up Rachel's body. "I said that you would lose it
within the first month of school."
"You were making bets about me?" Rachel asked, a little offended by it.
"Yes, we have bets on everybody in Glee club."
That caught Rachel's interest. "Like what?"
"We have a bet going on whether or not Puck is going to knock somebody up this
year. On how many times Mr. Schue is late to class. Who hooks up with who?
There are too many for me to remember at the moment. Sanny has a book with all
of them written down. I'll get it from her when I see her tonight."
"You're going to tell her about us tonight?" Rachel asked.
"Yes, and Quinn too. Why? Do you not want me to?" Brittany asked.
"No, it's alright. I guess I'm still getting used to you wanting me. You're not
going to tell them about my thing, are you?" Rachel asked hesitantly. She felt
like she would hurt her girlfriends feeling by asking it, but this was one of
those questions that needed to be asked.
Brittany shifted her weight on to her arm and looked into Rachel's eyes. "I
would only tell them if you wanted me to," she told her, and then gave her a
searing kiss, before shifting back into her previous position.
"Thank you," Rachel said, and then planted a loving kiss on her hair. "You have
helped me so much in such a short amount of time. I'm having a hard time
believing that this is all real."
"It is. I'm really glad that you invite me over," Brittany said. "Hey, why did
you invite me over if you were trying to keep your distance?"
"Um… I just wanted to spend time with you. I didn't even think about my
condition or the possibility that you would find out about it, until after I
had invited you."
"I made your brain go wonky," Brittany giggled. Her fingertips resumed tracing
along Rachel's abdomen.
"Yeah. I guess you did," Rachel said, feeling so content. This was the first
time since she learned about the facts about her condition that she felt at
ease with it. She didn't have a care in the world at the moment, and it was all
because of the women lying with her. If this wasn't love then she didn't know
was.
Brittany cupped her hand on Rachel erection, again. She was enjoying what they
were doing. She could never just lay with somebody, and enjoy simple touches.
It was always fast, and impersonal. Even Santana would only let her cuddle
while they slept or watched TV.
Brittany wrapped her hand around Rachel cock, and started moving her hand up
and down. She loved the sounds Rachel made when she touched her. A loud moan
when she tugged here. A soft whimper when she rubbed there. A shaky sigh when
she kisses her anywhere. Brittany liked them all, but the sound she like the
best was when Rachel practically sung her name in the shower as she came. She
really wanted to hear that again.
Pre-cum dribbled onto her hand, reminding Brittany of something she wanted to
ask Rachel. While continuing her hand movements, she asked, "Rae, if you can't
get me pregnant then how comes cum still comes out of your lady dick?"
"Ugh," Rachel grunted. "Um… Because I… a… I don't have testicles, but I do… I
do have some male ooorr… organs. Seminal vesicles being one, and I have a
prostate as well."
"It sounds confusing," Brittany said, and then placed a kiss on Rachel's
breast.
"It is," Rachel said. "Please go faster."
Brittany complied with Rachel's plea, and sped her hand up. She wanted to wrap
her mouth around the dick and put her fingers inside of the brunette, but she
didn't want to move from her comfy spot. She was enjoying the vibrations under
her head, which were being caused by her lover's moaning.
The rapid rising and falling of Rachel's chest, bucking hips, and tense leg
told the blonde that Rachel was close, but she wasn't ready to let that happen
yet. She wanted to drag this out for as long as possible, so she slowed her
movement down.
"No. Please, I was so close," Rachel whined, franticly bucking her hips, trying
to cause enough friction again. "Brittany please, go faster."
"Not yet," Brittany said, keeping a steady, but slow rhythm going.
Rachel attempted to move her hand down to her pussy, but Brittany let her
member go and slapped her hand away. "Bad. Don't make me tie them to the
bedpost," Brittany threatened, and then resumed her previous position, but
speeding her rhythm up.
Joan Jett's song 'Bad Reputation' suddenly filled the nearly silent room.
"That's Sanny," Brittany said, but didn't attempt to answer the ringing cell
phone, which was laying on the night stand next to Rachel's head.
The ringing stopped, and Brittany picked up speed again. Rachel was really
close now. A few more thrusts and she would become undone. She started
thrusting her hips in time with Brittany's hand, and then the phone rang again.
She tried to ignore it, but it was annoying her. She grabbed Brittany's cell on
the table, pressed the answer key and then growled, "This is not a good time,
Santana."
Brittany chose that moment to move out of her comfortable position and take the
tip of Rachel's dick into her mouth, while still beating on it with her hand.
Rachel, ignoring Santana's rant coming from the other end on the call, moaned,
"Oh god. Call back later." Rachel came just before hitting the end button,
singing out Brittany's name as she did.
Hot ropes of cum shot into Brittany's mouth. She moaned at the sweet taste of
it, as she swallowed it down. She sucked Rachel's dick milking it dry, and then
moved down to lick the cum that was leaking out of her lover's vagina.
"You taste really good, Rae," Brittany said, as she returned to cuddle into
Rachel's side again.
A few blocks away, Santana was sitting on Quinn's bed staring at her cell phone
with a mixture of anger, confusion, pride, and if her girlfriend was correct
lust. "What's up, babe?" Quinn asked.
"I have to fucking be hearing things," Santana replied, not bothering to look
up at her.
"What do you think you heard?" Quinn asked.
"For starters, Rachel freaking Berry telling me it's not a good time, and to
call back later," Santana growled.
"What is Berry doing answering B's phone?" Quinn questioned.
"I don't know, but I think her and B were having sex."
"What! You must have heard wrong," Quinn exclaimed.
Santana gave Quinn a look that clearly said 'duh', and then explained what she
heard. "Rachel fucking moaned, and I swear I think I heard her fucking cum
right before she hung up. She was half moaning, half singing Brittany's name."
"Yeah right. There's no way Brittany managed to unlock those knees in less than
twenty-four hours. This is Berry we're talking about."
"I manage to get you to sleep with me, didn't I," Santana pointed out.
"Shit. You have to call Britt back. Find out if you heard right or not," Quinn
said.
Rachel flipped them around so that she was hovering above the blonde, and gave
her a long, deep, loving kiss. She glided her right hand down to Brittany's
left breast and started massaging it. She rolled her thumb around the erect
nipple, before pinching it lightly.
Brittany's cell starting ringing again. Rachel pulled out of the kiss with a
groan. "She's not going to stop is she?"
"Nope," Brittany said, as she picked up the cell, which was lying next to her
hip. "Hi Sanny."
"B," Santana said. "What the fuck? Why did Rachel answer your phone?"
"Because I was busy, and you were annoying her," Brittany said.
"Ha that's funny Britt," Santana said sarcastically said. "Why was the hobbit
fucking moaning?"
"Because we were having sexy time S," Brittany stated. Rachel gave her a
horrified look. "Why else would she moan like that?"
"B. I'm coming to get you," Santana said, and then hung up.
"Sanny said she's coming to get me," Brittany said and then noticed Rachel's
horrified look. "What's wrong Baby?"
"You told Santana about us having sex," Rachel said.
"Yeah, she asked why you were moaning so I told her. Was I not supposed to?"
The sad look on Brittany's face made Rachel soften. "No it is alright. I guess
I was just shocked is all. You should get dress to go. Santana will be here
soon."
"You don't mind I'm going over early?" Brittany asked.
"Nope. I am going to go over to Finn's house soon, and inform him that we are
over," Rachel said, as she rolled off of the blonde. "Would you like to go to
dinner with me tonight?"
"Like a date?" Brittany asked. Rachel nodded her head yes. "Yes. This is going
to be so much fun. What time?"
Rachel looked at her clock. It was already after four o'clock. "I'll pick you
up from Santana's at eight."
"San staying at Quinn's house this weekend," Brittany said, as she pulled her
shirt over her head.
"Okay, Quinn's house at eight," Rachel said.
A car horn honked outside. "That's Sanny. Bye baby," Brittany said. She gave
Rachel a kiss and then out the door she went.
Santana didn't say anything for the entire ride to Quinn's house, and it was
kind of freaking Brittany out. The only time when Santana ignored her was when
she was mad.
Quinn was sitting in the living room when they walked into the house. Brittany
was starting to get scared, because she couldn't read the look on the shorter
blonde's face.
Once Brittany had sat down on the couch, Quinn said, "You cheated." Santana
busted up laughing at Quinn poor attempt at saying that strictly, and the
confused look on Brittany's face.
"I didn't cheat," Brittany said. "The only person I'm dating is Rachel, and
she's the one I was having sexy times with."
"She's talking about the bet, B," Santana said. "You cheated on the bet by
sleeping with Rachel."
"No I didn't. I didn't even remember the bet until an hour ago," Brittany said.
"Britt, how the hell did you get her to sleep with you?" Santana asked.
"She was really horny," Brittany answered, as she shrugged her shoulders.
"B, this is Berry were talking about. It had to have taken more than that,"
Quinn said.
Brittany shrugged her shoulders again, and then said, "She was horny and I
asked to touch her and she said yes. I really like Rachel, and she's my
girlfriend, now. I hope you're okay with that."
"What about Finn, Britt," Quinn asked. "The last time I check he was Rachel's
boyfriend."
"He is. Rae's going over to tell him about us, and then she taking me out on a
date," Brittany said.
"Great," Santana scoffed. "Now Finnessa is going to try and get back with you
Q. There ain't no way this is going to end well."
"It will, if you keep your cool, San," Quinn said. "I love you, and I'll set
him straight if he does. I doubt he will though. We've been broken up for a
while."
"That don't mean a damn thing Quinn. I've seen the way he looks at you
sometimes. Like he wants to gobble you up. It gross. Somebody should put the
over grown man child out of our misery."
"Eww," Quinn grimaced. "You never told me that."
Santana just shrugged her shoulders at her girlfriend.
"So you are okay with me and Rae?" Brittany asked. She never really knew why
her best friends had such a problem with the petite diva, but she needed to
know if they were okay with it.
"If the midget makes you happy then I won't cause problems for you. Just don't
expect me to be nice to her," Santana said.
"Thank you San," Brittany said and then leaped up from the couch and gave her
friend a giant hug. "What about you Quinn. Are you okay with me and Rae?"
Quinn smiled at her friends. "Yeah B. I'm cool with it, but I'm with Santana.
Don't expect me to be nice to her."
"Yes you do," Brittany said, smiling evilly. "I won the bet, and you guys lost.
That means you have to do whatever I say for a whole week, and I want you to be
nice to my girlfriend."
Santana looked at Quinn with a surprised, and shock written on her face. She
couldn't believe Brittany had just played that card. It was cunning and smart,
and so not Brittany. Damn she really must like Rachel.
"Fine," Santana huffed to the girl in her lap. "For a week and then things go
back to normal."
"It won't, but I'll take the week," Brittany said.
"Britt," Quinn said. "How did all of this happen? Until yesterday you've never
really talk to Berry. How did you go from acquaintances to Girlfriends in a
day?"
"Screw how it got started," Santana said. "I wanna know how the hobbit is in
bed."
"Santana," Quinn warned, giving her a stern look.
"What? I just wanna know. It doesn't mean I'm gonna go jump her bones if she's
any good," Santana said, and then added, "I love you."
Brittany leaned in and whispered in her ear, "Rae's great in bed and in the
shower too." She then leaped off of Santana's lap, and tugged Quinn out of the
room, "Come on Quinnie, Help me find something to wear and I'll tell you all
about Rae-Rae, and our weekend."
Rachel stood outside the Finn's house for nearly twenty minutes before
gathering up enough courage to knock. She really did like Finn, but he wasn't
who she wanted. He never was. She had only started dating the boy to squash the
rumors about her extra appendage. She felt bad for stringing him along, but it
was the only thing she felt would work at the time. It had. Even though he
didn't stand up for her all the time he did manage to get everybody believing
she didn't have a penis.
Rachel was surprised to see Kurt answering the door. Though she didn't know
why. His father was still in the hospital recovering from his heart attack, so
it was only logical that the boy would be staying with Carol until he was
released.
"Hey Rachel," Kurt glumly said. "Are you here to see Finn?"
"Yes I am," Rachel said. "How are you today? How is your father?"
"We're okay. Dad gets to come home tomorrow," Kurt answered looking happier.
"That's great Kurt. I'm really happy for you, and your dad."
"Thanks," Kurt said. "Finn's in his room. Carol and I are going to pick up a
few things for my dad. I'll see you at school on Monday."
"Okay," Rachel said, and then went up the stairs.
Finn's door was open, and he was lying on his bed playing Halo. Rachel silently
gave herself a quick pep-talk before walking into the room.
"Hey babe," Finn said, looking slightly confused. "Did I forget about another
date?"
"No. We did not have any plans for tonight, but I have something I need to
discuss with you," Rachel said.
"Okay," he replied, and put his controller down. "You sound kinda serious."
"That's because it is serious," Rachel said, as she took a seat on the bed
setting the plate of cookies down beside her. "Something happened last night
that I feel you should know about." She took a deep breath. This was a lot
harder than she thought it would be. "I cheated on you," she finally whispered.
Rachel couldn't look up at him. She was so afraid of how he was going to react.
He hadn't taken Quinn's indiscretion very well. What she heard however was not
what she was expecting. Laughter. He was fucking laughing at her. Rachel
snapped her head up to see if she heard right.
"What is so funny?" She demanded to know. "I just told you I cheated on you,
and you're laughing at me."
"Yeah, because it's funny. That was a good joke, babe," Finn said. "What did
you want to tell me?"
"Finn, I wasn't joking. I came to tell you that I want to break up with you,
and I felt that you deserved to know why. I slept with somebody else last
night," Rachel said.
"What?" Finn said stunned as he realized Rachel wasn't joking. Anger quickly
overtook his senses. "Who the hell would want to sleep with you?" he snapped
condescendingly.
"Brittany, that's who," Rachel snapped back. She was hurt that he thought so
little of her, but she did deserve some backlash from this. After all she did
string him along to help cover up her secret.
"You never let me touch you, but you let that slut fuck you. She's slept with
half the school," Finn spat angrily. "She doesn't even have a fucking dick, so
she can't even fuck you properly. She's just a retarded blonde bitch, who can't
give you what I can."
Rachel tried really hard not to blow up at him, but when the words retarded
blonde bitch came out of his mouth she snapped, and punched him square in the
face. Hard. She usually wasn't one for violence, but she felt that in this
situation it was warranted.
She knew he would be upset, angry even, but he hadn't even let her finish
telling him everything before he insulted the girl she loved.
"Love," Rachel said, over Finn's cries. "I love her, not you. That is what she
gives me. I came here with every intention on coming clean about everything. I
am truly sorry that I cheated on you, and that I strung you along knowing that
I could never love you. I am sorry, but you have no right to say those things
about Brittany. I created this situation not her."
She paused for a moment to see if Finn had anything to say. He was still
holding his bloody nose and crying, so she continued, "I am going to go now,
and I hope you know how sorry I am that it has turned out this way. When you
calm down I will explain it to you, but if you ever insult Brittany again I
will do a lot worse than punching you."
She turned and left the room, before Finn could say anything. She was still
angry at him, but her only thought was Brittany. She still had two hours before
she was supposed to pick the girl up, but she couldn't wait.
***** In Big Trouble *****
Rachel pulled into Quinn's driveway, and parked her scooter behind Santana's
jeep. During the short drive the anger she had been radiating towards Finn had
dissipated and replaced by sadness. In all of the scenarios that had gone
through her head, she had never thought that Finn would react like that. She
had known he would be upset because she cheated on him, but she never thought
he would be so malicious. She had never felt so angry that she thought physical
violence would make her feel better, but it had. She felt sick because of it.
She had broken Finn's nose, and hurt her own hand in the process.
All she wanted was her girlfriend, but she didn't want to upset her. So instead
of going in to her, she stayed sitting on her scooter. Uncontrollable tears
sprang from her eyes accompanied by loud sobs. She wasn't exactly sure why she
was crying, but it felt good to let all of her feeling out.
Rachel didn't hear Santana approaching until she was standing next to her. She
wiped her eyes roughly. The last thing she need was for Santana to tease her
for crying.
"You've been sitting out here for half an hour," Santana said. "What's the
deal? Having second thoughts already."
"What? No," Rachel said aggressively. "I love Brittany. I've been waiting five
years for this. I am not going to throw away our relationship after only
twenty-four hours.
"Wow. Okay you really need to chill, Berry. I was just joking, but I am glad to
hear that," Santana said and then gave Rachel a hard stare. "If you hurt her, I
will make you wish your daddies had never paid to have you. Got it?"
Rachel was momentarily frightened by Santana's threat. Years of being tormented
by the girl gave her that fear. She paused for a second and then noticed a
small smile tugging at Santana's lips. A soft smile formed on Rachel's lips as
she realized what Santana was doing. Being a protective friend to the woman she
loved. "Yes Santana. I understand you perfectly."
"Good," Santana said. "Now that we have that cleared up, why don't you tell me
why you're out here crying, instead of in there with Brittany?"
"I didn't want to upset her," Rachel said.
"Well that's an okay reason. She's in there talking Quinn's ear off about you.
You were together for a fucking day, but she's managed to go on about it for
the last damn hour."
Rachel smiled. Hearing about Brittany's antics helped clear away some of the
bad feelings. "Why did you come out here?" Rachel asked.
Santana couldn't believe she was standing outside Quinn's house with Berry,
attempting to make her feel better. She blamed it on Quinn. Her girlfriend was
making her soft. "Because I saw you crying, and I can't have you looking like
crap for your date with B," She joked, and then sheepishly said, "Plus ya know,
I wanted to see if you were alright."
"I will be okay. Thank you for your concern," Rachel said.
"I take it Finn took the break up badly?" Santana asked.
"You could say that," Rachel said, and then absent mindedly cradled her right
hand to her chest. It was starting to hurt her. "He laughed at me when I told
him I cheated on him, and then asked you would want to sleep with me."
"Ouch," Santana said. "That's pretty harsh, even for me."
"That wasn't the worst part. I lost my cool for a moment and blurted out
Brittany's name. He then said some mean things about her. So I punched him."
"No way! You fucking punched Finnept. Aye dios mio. I wish I could have seen
that," Santana exclaimed. "What did he say?"
"He said that she was a slut who had slept with half the school, and then he
said something about her not having a penis. Then he called her a retarded
blonde bitch, and asked what she had that he could not give me. So I punched
him."
"The fucking little prick. I can't believe he called her that. Fuck. I hope you
messed him up bad."
"I think I broke his nose. It was bleeding profusely and he seemed to be a
great deal of pain," Rachel said, feeling slightly proud.
"Damn, Midget. I didn't think you had it in you. I hope that wasn't the reason
you were crying."
"I think it kind of was. I've never gotten that angry at somebody before,"
Rachel said.
"Well I can't fault you for that. Natural response after anger is crying. Been
there myself a few times," Santana said.
"Santana," Rachel said.
"Yeah Midget? Santana asked.
"My hand really hurts," Rachel said shyly.
Santana laughed at her, and then said, "Come on. We'll put some ice on it, and
then go tell our girls about your escapades."
Rachel climbed off her scooter and followed Santana up the walk way. Just
before they got to the door, Santana's words sank in. She grabbed Santana's arm
with her left hand and asked, "Wait. You just said our girls? What do you mean
by that?
Santana smiled again. "Caught that, huh? Since you're with Brittany now, and as
much as it pains me to say you actually seem not that bad, I'll let you in on
our secret. Quinn and I are together. Have been for a couple of months."
"Wow," Rachel said stunned. "You hide it very well. I never even suspected."
"That's the points, goof," Santana chuckled and started walking toward the
house again. Rachel followed Santana into the kitchen. Santana pulled a chair
out from under the kitchen table and motioned for her to sit. She pulled a bag
of frozen peas out of the freezer, and then sat down next to her.
"Let me see your hand," Santana said, holding her own hand out.
"Why?" Rachel asked, and pulled her injured hand closer to her chest. "What are
you going to do?"
"Relax, Midget. I need to make sure you didn't break anything," Santana said.
Rachel looked horrified. "Do you really think that is a possibility?"
"If you hit him hard enough, yes. Now give me your hand so I can see it,"
Santana said.
Rachel gently placed her hand in to Santana's out-stretched one. "Damn. You
apparently hit him hard," Santana said. Rachel's hand was swollen, and was
already a deep purple. She flinched when Santana touched her knuckles.
"Santana? Where did you go," Quinn called from the top of the stairs.
"We're in the kitchen," Santana called back.
"Who's we?" Quinn asked as she came bounding down the stairs, with Brittany
following closely behind her.
"Oh my god, what happened?" Brittany asked when she saw Rachel's hand, and then
rushed to her girlfriend's side.
Rachel sheepishly replied, "I punched Finn in the face."
"Holy crap!" Quinn exclaimed. "What did the pin-head say?"
"He called Brittany several bad names, which made me very angry," Rachel
replied.
"Awe, that's so sweet," Brittany gushed, and then gave Rachel a kiss on her
cheek. "Are you okay baby?"
"My hand really hurts," Rachel said. Tears welled in her eyes at the pain.
"Yeah, that's because it's broken," Santana said, as she placed the bag of peas
over the broken hand. "I can't believe you were able to drive over here with it
like that."
"I did not notice it hurting until I was talking to you outside," Rachel said,
and then started crying.
"Please don't cry Rae. We'll get your hand fixed up, Won't we, S," Brittany
said, attempting to calm her girlfriend down.
"My dads are going to kill me," Rachel cried out.
"I'm sure it won't be as bad as you think, Midget," Santana said. "Come on, we
have to go to the hospital. Q, you're going to have to drive. Berry's scooter
is blocking me in."
"Okay, let me get my keys," Quinn said, and then dashed out of the kitchen and
up the stairs.
"Berry, when your hand is healed up, remind me to teach you how to hit
properly," Santana said.
"I can assure you, that was the last time I will be hitting anybody ever
again," Rachel said.
"Even still, it's a good skill to have just in case you need it. You better
call your dads and have them to meet us at the hospital."
"I can't. They are in Kentucky. Daddy has a business meeting in Lexington on
Tuesday, so they went down for an extra-long weekend. The drive down there is
over three hours."
"Okay. No problem," Santana said. "I'll call my Papi on the way there. He'll
know what to do.
Quinn returned and dangling her keys in their faces. "Got them."
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On the way to the hospital Santana called her Papi, who was working in the
hospital until ten. He told her to sign Rachel in normally, and that he would
be down after his shift ended. Since Rachel's dad Leroy worked in the ER a
couple times a month, Erin, the nurse at the front desk took Rachel right back.
On the way back they saw Finn waiting in one of the exam rooms with his mom.
His nose was swollen twice its normal size, and he had two black eyes. Carol
was talking on her phone with somebody, and she didn't look happy.
Once Erin had left and they had Rachel settled in, Santana said, "Damn, Midget.
You really fucked him up."
"I hope he is alright," Rachel said expressing honest concern. "I didn't mean
to hurt him. He just made me so angry."
"Screw him. He fucking deserved it for what he said to you," Santana said.
"What did he say exactly?" Quinn asked.
Rachel didn't have a chance to answer because Santana beat her to it. "The dumb
prick asked who would want to sleep with her, and then called Britt a retarded
blonde bitch."
"You mean he didn't think anybody would want Rach?" Brittany asked.
"Yeah B, that's what he thought," Quinn said.
"Don't forget about him insinuating that Brittany couldn't please me because
she doesn't have a penis," Rachel reminded.
"Oh yeah," Santana said. "Ya know what. I'm starting to get the feeling that
Frankenteen is homophobic."
"No, he's fine with gay people as long as they don't hit on him, or bruises his
ego," Quinn said, and then said quietly to Santana, "He really isn't going to
react good when he finds out about us."
"It's okay babe. You don't have to whisper. I told Rachel about us," Santana
said. Quinn gave Santana a slightly panicked look. Santana realized that maybe
telling Rachel without talking to Quinn first wasn't such a great idea. "I hope
that's alright."
Quinn's panicked looked disappeared. Her moment of panic dissipated as she
watched Brittany swoon over Rachel. "Yeah, it's okay." She then directed her
attention back to the girls in the bed. "Finn isn't going to react well to
finding out about Santana and I."
"Nope. It'll be a terrible bruise to his ego, babe. Especially now that Rachel
dumped his sorry ass for Britt. Both of his ex-girlfriends and the chick he
lost his v-card to turning out to be lesbians. Ass-wipe will be conceded enough
to think it was because of him."
"I'm sorry," Rachel said as she sat up. "What did you say about his virginity?"
Santana's eyes widened in shock. "No freaking way," She gasped. "He never told
you he slept with me?"
"No," Rachel said. "He never said anything; in fact he let me believe that he
was still a virgin. He flat out lied to me when I told him I did not have sex
with Jessie."
"Asshole," Santana said.
"Perhaps it is poetic justice," Rachel sighed, as she laid back down. "I have
been lying to him since I meet him last year."
"Don't do that Rae. You had a good reason for doing that," Brittany comforted.
"Yeah, but if I had just stayed away from him in the first place then he would
not be hurt right now."
"Yeah, but then my insanely jealous girlfriend wouldn't have forced us to join
Glee club to keep you away from her boyfriend. Look how well that turned out,"
Santana said. She felt like there was something she was missing, but for some
reason she also felt then need to help.
"You don't understand what I did, or why I did it," Rachel said.
"So explain it to us," Quinn said.
Rachel looked at Brittany. She didn't want to tell them about her penis, but
they were being nice to her and she didn't want to offend them. "I used Finn
for his popularity. I was hoping that if I was with him, then other people
would stop tormenting me so much." It was a vague explanation, but it was
truthful. As truthful as she was willing to get for the moment. Maybe down the
road, she would fill them in on her condition.
Dr. Travis came in, saving Rachel from further explanations. She looked over
Rachel's hand, and then personally took her up for x-rays.
Brittany, Quinn, and Santana had to stay in the exam room while Rachel went to
have her hand x-rayed. As soon as she was sure Rachel was gone, Santana said,
"There is something that you and Berry aren't telling us. Care to share what it
is, B?"
"I'd like to know the same thing," Quinn said.
"If there is, but I'm not going to tell you. Rae will tell you when she's
ready," Brittany said. "I'm glad you're being nice to Rachel. She really wants
some more friends. She hasn't said it, but I can tell. You guys are good
friends."
Quinn and Santana understood the subtle indication that Brittany gave them.
They gave each other a guilty look, and then Quinn asked, "Do you think she'll
forgive us?"
"She will if you apologize, and make it up to her," Brittany said. "I would
really like it if you could get along with Rae. It would mean a lot to me."
"She's not that bad, and hey she fucking punched Finnessa, so she gets major
points for that," Santana said.
"She does keep offering me her friendship," Quinn said. "I'm not sure why I
kept turning it down."
"Because you were a closeted lesbian, and she has two gay dads," Santana threw
out there.
"Do you really think that was it?" Quinn asked.
"Who the hell knows? We were both unnecessarily mean to her for years. It seems
like the most obvious conclusion," Santana said.
"That's kinda messed up," Quinn stated.
"Yeah it really is," Santana said. "God we are such bitches."
Brittany watched as her best-friends finally came to the same conclusion that
she had over a year ago. People thought she was an idiot, but she often found
that it was the other people who were just plain dumb. Her friends included,
and this was one of those moments. She had always known that they loved each
other and where hiding those feeling deep inside of themselves. She had
propositioned each of them to help them, but only Santana took her up on the
offer. Err well kissed her back really, since that was the proposition. Quinn
had pushed her away and told her that she don't swing that way. Santana on the
other hand had let her go all the way. Of course, it had taken a year for her
to realize that she was gay and totally in love with Quinn, but Brittany hadn't
minded.
Rachel returned twenty minutes later, with Dr. Travis, and a new nurse. The
nurse gave her a small cup with pills in it and a glass of water, and then she
and Dr. Travis left the room.
Nobody said anything, each lost in their own heads. As the pills started to
kick in, Rachel fell backwards on the bed, pulling her girlfriend with her. A
giant goofy smile over took her face. As Brittany cuddled into the brunette's
side she noted that the girl was really high, and wondered what the nurse had
given her.
Santana gave Quinn a loving smile at the display the girls in the bed where
putting on for them. It really was a sweet sight.
Dr. Travis returned with Rachel's developed x-rays, and informed them that her
hand was indeed broken. By the time Dr. Travis was done putting a bright pink
cast on Rachel's hand and was ready to check them out, Mr. Lopez was already
waiting for them.
"Hello Mija," He said as they approached the checkout desk.
"Hi Papi," Santana said, and then gave him a hug. "Thanks for doing this."
"Don't thank me yet," He said, quietly. Thankfully her friends had taken a seat
a little ways away.
"Why not?" Santana asked, and then realized that there was only one way they
could have treated Rachel. Parental consent. "You didn't Papi. That's why I
called you. To give Rachel time before she had to explain her arm," She
snapped.
"I am sorry, Mija," he said. "She needed their consent to be treated, and they
had to inform the hospital that I would be in charge of her care. Besides,
Leroy is a good friend of mine. I wouldn't have felt right not calling them."
"So how much trouble is she in?" She asked.
"I'm starving," he said evading the question. "We have to stop and get Rachel
prescription, and then we'll go eat."
Santana hated when her father didn't give her a straight answer. It usually
meant that she wasn't going to like what he was going to say. "Papi," she said.
"No, Santana. We'll talk over food. I promise," Mr. Lopez assured.
"Fine," Santana said, and then walked over to warn her new found friend about
her upcoming doom.
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After getting Rachel's medicine, the small group settled into the twenty-four
hour diner across from the hospital. Rachel barely had a chance to settle in
next to Brittany, before her newly awoken cell phone started ringing. She
checked the caller id, and it said 'Daddy'. She answered it thinking that she
was about to talk to her much more level head dad Leroy, but instead she heard
her sometime hot-headed, panicky Dad Hiram sternly say, "Rachel Barbara Berry.
What the hell where you thinking punching that boy? Have we not instilled in
you the importance of our violence free lifestyle? You do not punch somebody
just because you get angry."
Rachel had to hold the phone away from her ear a few inches, because his voice
reached a high frequency pitch. The rest of the table could hear what Hiram was
saying to his daughter. "Dad, I know you're upset, but could we wait until you
get home to discuss this?"
"No Rachel," Hiram said slipping into disappointed father mode. "We trusted you
to stay out of trouble while we were gone. You just got off of restriction for
the Sunshine incident last week, not to mention the camp incident over the
summer. I don't know what has gotten into you lately. This is not like you
sweetheart. You punched Finn Hudson, and broke his nose. Your father and I are
not happy about this and neither is Carol Hudson."
"But Dad," Rachel whined. "I didn't mean to do it. I was just trying to be
honest with him about why I was breaking up with him. He deserved to know that
I was leaving him for Brittany, and he called her a retarded blonde bitch,
because of it. She didn't deserve that, and I just lost it. I really am sorry."
"Well I will be talking to Carol about that, but regardless of the situation we
expect you to handle yourself calmly, and non-violently. Violence is never the
answer. You are lucky a broken hand is what you sustained from this encounter.
It could have been a lot worse, young lady. He could have hit you back, or
Carol could have pressed charges."
"I know. I am sorry," Rachel said, defeated.
"Not yet you're not, but you will be," Hiram warned. "Mr. Lopez has agreed to
look after you until we return home. You're grounded. That means no cell phone,
no scooter, and you have to apologize to Finn in Glee on Monday. We've already
discussed what your punishment is until we get back with Juan, so he'll explain
how this week is going to go. Give him your cell phone when you hang up.
Understand?"
"Yes Dad. I understand," Rachel said.
"We'll discuss your full punishment when we get home," Hiram said.
"Yes sir," Rachel said.
"I love you, sweetie," He said.
"I love you too Dad," Rachel said.
"Your Daddy wants to talk to you. I will see you a Thursday, and please try and
behave yourself."
"I will Dad."
"Hi baby girl," Leroy said. "While I totally agree with your father on this, I
want to say how proud I am of you."
"You are? For what?" Rachel asked surprised.
"For trying to be honest with Finn, and for sticking up for your friend," Leroy
said. "How are things going with Brittany?"
"Great Daddy," Rachel said, happily. "You were right. Thank you so much for
doing this for me."
"Your welcome, sweetie. I'm going to go," Leroy said. "Please try and behave
yourself."
"I will Daddy," Rachel said. "Goodnight. I love you."
"I love you, too. Goodnight."
Rachel hung up the phone, and slid it across the table to Mr. Lopez, who picked
it up and pocketed it. "Dad said that you would explain how this week would
go."
"I am to inform you that this is only because of Brittany staying the weekend,
but you can return home for the night. Your dads don't want to disturb her
parents. Tomorrow Santana will pick you up, and bring you home with her," Mr.
Lopez said.
"So she's staying with us for the week?" Santana asked. She had only heard the
first half of her conversation with her dad.
"Yes Mija. Is that alright with you?" Mr. Lopez asked. It was a genuine
question, but Santana didn't miss the 'you don't have a choice' tone in his
voice.
"Yeah, it's cool with me," Santana answered honestly. A few months ago she
would have been freaking out about Rachel staying for even a night, but she had
mellowed out a bit since being with Quinn. Truth be told she was looking
forward to it. It would give her a chance to apologize to her, and try and make
up for the bull-shit that she had done to her.
"Are your daddies really mad, Rach?" Brittany asked.
"More disappointed I think," Rachel said. "Either way I'm in big trouble."
"Yeah I'll say. What did I hear about a camp incident?" Santana asked.
Rachel shifted in her seat uncomfortably, "Um, well my Dad's made me go off to
camp over the summer. One of the girls I shared a cabin with was homophobic,
and every time she opened her mouth it was one homophobic slur after another.
After a week of listening to her incessant gay bashings I could not take it
anymore. So I sort of super glued her hand over her mouth while she slept."
Brittany, Quinn, and Santana's mouths dropped open in shock, while Mr. Lopez
stifled a chuckle. Leroy had filled him in all about the incident.
"Aye dios mio," Santana finally spoke, and regained her cool. "Damn Berry.
You're turning out to be a total bad-ass. How come you don't show this side of
you at school?"
Rachel shrugged her shoulders at the Latina. She didn't want to explain that
she purposely pushes people away so that no one could find out about her
secret. The waitress finally appeared to take their orders, saving Rachel from
further inquiries for a moment.
Mr. Lopez watched the couples with interest. He was a little confused by Rachel
and Brittany's apparent coupling, because he had always thought Santana was
with Brittany. He watched his daughter whisperer something into Quinn's ear and
he got even more confused. If he wasn't mistaken, Santana had her hand on
Quinn's thigh under the table. How could he have missed the couple shift? Sure
Santana never told him about her love life, but he knew what went on in his
home. He heard his daughter with Brittany late at night, as he passed her door
on the way to the kitchen. He never said anything because he had hoped that she
would feel comfortable coming to him herself, but it seemed that the time had
come to talk to her about it.
They ate their dinner in relative silence, and then parted ways. Mr. Lopez went
home, and the girls decided to go back to Rachel's to crash for the night.
***** That Was Hot *****
"You got a nice place, Midget," Santana said as the four of them walked into
Rachel's living room. It had been her idea for all of them to spend the night
at Rachel's. She figured if they were going to be spending the week together,
then they might as well have human buffers for the first night, just in case
they didn't get along.
Mr. Lopez had given Rachel another pill while they were at the diner, so she
had been too relaxed to think it completely through. In fact all she could
think about was getting her gorgeous blonde girlfriend home to ravage her.
"Thanks Santana," Rachel said. Santana smiled at how calm the other brunette
was, and the goofy grin she currently had plastered on her face. "Kitchen is
that way. Feel free to help yourself," Rachel said, and then flopped down on
the love seat, pulling Brittany along with her.
"How's your hand feeling, Berry?" Quinn asked as she and Santana sat down on
the couch across from the new couple. She was amused by the clearly high diva.
She was also impressed by how she was still able to use full sentences.
"It feels like I punched somebody in the face," Rachel stated matter-of-factly,
and then raised her hand to her face. "No wait, it feels great actually. I
really like that pill Mr. Lopez gave me. Hey why do we call him Mr. Lopez
instead of Dr. Lopez? We should be calling him Dr. Lopez because he is a
doctor."
Quinn and Santana were staring at Rachel with amused expressions on their
faces, and each of them were trying to hold back the laughter that was
threatening to spill out. Brittany on the other hand was softly chuckling into
Rachel's boob.
Santana decided to answer Rachel's impromptu question, "My Papi is a very
modest man. He always tells me that he became a doctor to help people, not for
the title."
"That is incredible wise of him," Rachel said.
Brittany was trying hard not to kiss the adorable girl underneath her because
she wasn't sure how Rachel would feel about doing it in front of other people,
but she couldn't resist anymore. She captured Rachel's goofy smiled lips in
between her own, earning her a very loud sexual charged moan.
Quinn and Santana were shocked, and slightly turned on by the moan Rachel
released. The show that she and Brittany were putting on for them was pretty
hot. Quinn averted her eyes from the sexual charged kiss, and looked at
Santana, who looked as if she was enjoying the scene in front of her a little
too much for the blonde's liking.
Quinn slapped Santana on the back of her head, and Santana gave a 'what was
that for' look as she rubbed her head.
Brittany pulled away from Rachel and said, "You're all kinds of adorable when
you're high Rae."
Rachel looked like Brittany had just told her Barbara Streisand died. "I am not
high," she screeched.
"Sure you're not Midget," Santana said, as she pulled her phone out of her
pocket, and then she turned the camera on. "You just keep telling yourself
that, and then maybe it'll be true." She took a couple of pictures as proof.
"I am not high," Rachel grumbled, and then looked to at the clock. It was
already half past eleven. "I'm really tired. Can we go to bed?"
"Sure, come on," Brittany said, and then got off the couch, pulling Rachel
along with her.
"Where are we sleeping?" Quinn asked.
"You can sleep in the guest room. Come on I'll show you where it is," Rachel
said, and then started walking up the stairs, with new friends trailing closely
behind her.
Rachel opened the first door at the top of the steps, and pointed to the
dresser that was in there. "There's old t-shirts in the bottom drawer if you
want to sleep in them. You have your own bathroom, and my room's right next
door."
"Thanks Berry," Quinn said, and then slipped into the room.
"Have fun," Santana said slyly, and then slipped into the room after her
girlfriend, closing the door behind her.
"We will," Brittany said happily, and then dragged Rachel into her room.
Rachel collapsed onto her bed and then said, "I am really tired all of a
sudden."
"Well we've been up since…" Brittany started to say but had to stop and think
about what time they woke up. "Since forever and it is getting late," Brittany
said. She went over to Rachel and started pulling of her shoes. She made quick
work of the rest of Rachel's clothing, until Rachel was lying there with just
her special white underwear on.
"Wow, you really can't tell you have a penis with those on," Brittany said.
"That's the point" Rachel said. "Although if it isn't hard I probably could get
away without wearing them, but I don't want to take that chance."
"Are you hard now?" Brittany asked; letting her hand hover over Rachel's
covered crotch.
"Yes. That kiss was amazing," Rachel gushed.
"Was it?" Brittany feigned innocence. "Do you want another one?"
"Mmm hmm, yes please," Rachel moaned in anticipation.
"Please what?" Brittany asked.
"Please kiss me again," Rachel pleaded.
"But I thought you were tired?" Brittany teased.
"Brittany please," Rachel whined.
Brittany got on the bed and straddled Rachel's hips, leaned forward and then
captured Rachel's lips in a heated kiss. She grinded her hips forward, and
could feel her lover's erection through her special underwear.
Brittany broke the kiss and started peppering soft kisses along Rachel's jaw
line. She found Rachel's pulse and sucked on it lightly. Her left hand slipped
down to Rachel's breast and she rolled her thumb over her erect nipple, before
pinching it and tugged lightly on it.
The drugs in Rachel's system made every touch and kiss feel like it was
amplified a thousand times over. It was an amazing feeling; one that she didn't
ever what to stop.
Brittany started tracing soft circles over Rachel's toned stomach, basking in
the feeling of the girlfriend's abs rippling under her finger tips. She slowly
dragged her fingers down to the waistband on Rachel's underwear and dipped them
in.
Rachel grabbed the hand and pulled it away from her, and flipped them over so
that she was straddling Brittany. "I'm sorry I ruined our date," she said.
"It's alright Rach. It wasn't your fault," Brittany said.
Rachel gave Brittany a soft kiss, and then pulled away. "Yes it was, and I want
to make up for it."
"Mmm. How?" Brittany moaned.
"By doing what I didn't get to do this afternoon," Rachel purred, and then gave
Brittany a searing kiss.
An irritating knocking on the bedroom door interrupted them.
Rachel groaned, and then called out, "Yeah, hold on a minute." She got off of
the bed and moved to the bathroom, hoping that Brittany would take the hint.
She did. Brittany opened the door to reveal Santana standing there wearing a
sheepish looking grin. "Sorry, B. Papi gave me Rachel pills before we left the
diner, and I figured she'd probably want them for in the morning. Ya know
because she gets up at the ass crack of dawn."
"Thanks San," Brittany said, and took the offered pill bottle.
"Papi said the pills aren't the same thing that he gave her. So she won't be
high tomorrow," Santana said with a chuckle. "I'm going back to bed. Night B."
"Night S," Brittany said and then closed the door. She went and sat down on the
side of the bed, and placed the pill bottle on the bedside table. She heard the
toilet flush, then the water running in the sink. A minute later Rachel came
out stark naked, and Brittany growled in frustration at the now limp dick.
"Did you just growl?" Rachel asked amused.
"Yes, your not-so-lady part is soft again," Brittany whined.
"Awe I'm sorry babe. I really had to go to the bathroom," Rachel said.
"It's okay," Brittany said and then huffed. "Maybe we should just go to bed."
"Sure. If that's what you want," Rachel said sounding disappointed, even though
she was very tired, and crawled into bed. "Who was at the door?"
"It was San," Brittany said, as she started to undress. "Mr. L gave her your
pills, and she wanted to give them to you."
"Why didn't she just give them to me in the morning?" Rachel asked; feeling
slightly annoyed at the interruption.
"Because you get up at the ass crack of dawn," Brittany repeated what Santana
had said to her.
Rachel chuckled. It was just like Santana not to want to be woken up early.
"I'm going to brush my teeth," Brittany said, and then slipped into the
bathroom. She returned a minute later to find Rachel fast asleep. A smile
graced her lips at the sight of her peacefully sleeping girlfriend. She slipped
into bed and cuddled up with her equally naked lover, feeling completely
content. As much as she liked sex, she was starting to like this part even
better.
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Santana slipped back into the room to find her beautiful girlfriend lying on
the bed in just a pair of panties.
"Mmm. I will never get tired of that sight," Santana said, as she hastily
stripped down to her own panties.
"Did you really have to interrupt them?" Quinn asked.
"Did you want her waking us up at an insane hour because I have her pills, and
her hand hurts?" Santana rhetorically asked, but Quinn shook her head no
anyway. "I didn't think so."
"Would you zip it and get into bed already," Quinn demanded, playfully.
"Mmm. Yes ma'am," Santana said, and then crawled up the bed and hovered over
Quinn. "I love it when you go all dominatrix on me. It's so damn hot," She said
and then gave Quinn a fiery kiss, which turned into a heated make-out session.
Quinn pushed her away after a few minutes, and said, "I love you, San, but
there is no way that I am having sex with you in Rachel Berry's guest room."
"But Quinn," Santana whined. "I want you so bad."
"No. It is not going to happen," Quinn said firmly.
"Fine," Santana said defeated, and then slipped under the covers. "This is kind
of weird."
"Why because we're sleeping in Rachel 'man-hands' Berry guest bedroom, because
Rachel is apparently sleeping with our best friend, or the fact that she's
actually pretty cool?" Quinn asked, as she crawled under the covers with
Santana.
"All of the above," Santana said. "We really screwed up with Rachel didn't we?"
"Yeah we did," Quinn said, cuddling into Santana side, and resting her head on
her bare breast.
"You know what the most fucked up part of what we did to Rachel was?" Santana
stated more than asked. "The fact that I have no clue why? I don't know why we
targeted her, or even when we did it for the first time."
"I do," Quinn said. "It was the first day of our freshmen year. We were sitting
in the quad drinking slushy's with Britt, when Britt got really excited. You
turned to see what she was staring at, and it was Rachel. So you got up with
your slushy and went and threw it at her. You were jealous at how Brittany
reacted to just seeing her, and I was jealous over the fact that you were
jealous so I jumped on your 'We hate Berry' bandwagon."
"Aye dios mio, your right. I was such a bitch that day," Santana said sadly.
"The slushy wars started after that. Britt didn't talk to me for a week, and
everybody else in the school jumped onto my bandwagon. How could I have
forgotten that?"
Quinn looked up at her girlfriend when she heard the choked sob that
accompanied question. Tears were welling rapidly in her Santana's eyes, which
made tears well in her own.
"We were so horrible to her for no damn reason," Santana cried. "The daily
slushy facials, all the rumors we started about her, and all of the names. All
because I thought Britt might like her more than me. Dios, how can she even
stand to be around us? We treated her like shit."
Santana started to sob uncontrollably. She had always been a bitch to everybody
at school, but it wasn't until that moment that she realized how screwed up she
had been. Rachel was turning out to be a great person who made her best friend
happy, and she had never even given her a chance. She truly hated herself for
all the crap she had pulled before she got together with Quinn.
Quinn was crying as well. Before they realized over the summer how they truly
felt, they had made everybody's lives miserable. Even their own. Both of them
were trying so hard to bury un-wanted feeling deep inside of them that they
couldn't see what was right in front of them. They couldn't see how it was
affecting them, or the people around them.
"It's alright baby," Quinn whispered in Santana's ear. Her voice laced with
sadness and the unmistakable sound of crying. "We'll make it up to her. She's
the most forgiving person I know next to Brittany."
They laid there, curled up together and just cried until they fell asleep.
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Rachel woke up just as the dawn was starting to take over the dark sky. It was
a little later then when she normally woke up, but still early considering how
groggy she felt from the after effects of the pills. She probably could have
slept longer if it wasn't for the pain in her hand. She went to grab the bottle
of the bedside table, only to realize that they were on the other side.
She crawled slowly out of bed so she wouldn't wake Brittany up, and crept into
the bathroom to get a glass of water. Good thing she always kept a glass in
there in case she needed it.
She returned to her side of the bed, after retrieving the pills from Brittany's
side. Then she hit another snag. The damn bottle was child proof, and because
of her cast she couldn't get it open. She let out a frustrated groan as she
tried in vain to get the cap off of the small bottle.
A slim arm wrapped around her waist, as the owner asked, "Are you okay Rae?"
"No," Rachel cried. "My hand hurts, and I can't get this idiotic pill bottle
opened, with this equally idiotic cast on."
"Awe, it's alright Rach. I'll open the bottle for you," Brittany said as she
sat up. She took the pill bottle out of her cranky girlfriend's hand and opened
it for her. "Here you go. How many do you have to take?"
"I don't know. I forgot to read the label," Rachel replied sheepishly.
Brittany leaded over Rachel and turned the lamp on, and then read the bottle.
"It says to take one pill every four to six hours as needed for pain," She told
her, and then handed her a pill.
"Thank you," Rachel said, and then swallowed the pill down along with half the
cup of water. Once the glass, and the pills were place back on the night stand,
Rachel laid back down.
"Tired yet?" Brittany asked snuggling into Rachel's side again.
"Yeah I am," Rachel replied, and then smiled down at her girlfriend. "I'm
feeling much better now though."
"Good," Brittany said before giving Rachel a chaste kiss. "I don't like it when
you're hurting. I hated it every time I saw San, or Quinn throw a slushy at
you, or heard them call you a mean name. I'm really sorry I never stopped
them."
"Don't be Brittany. As much as it sucked, it just helped me keep my secret,"
Rachel said. "I always knew that you didn't feel that way, because you made up
for it all every Saturday. When you would pick me a flower, or bring me a
picture you drew. Our Saturdays made it all worth it."
"Ya know," Brittany started to say. "I thought that you couldn't talk until we
got to high school. I was passing by the choir room the first time I heard your
voice. You were singing 'Colors of the Wind' at the end of our first day. I
cried because I finally got to hear your voice, and at how beautiful it
sounded."
The topic of school made Rachel realize that their little bubble was about to
burst. In just a brief weekend her entire life had taken a complete turn and
they needed to figure out how they were going to deal with their new found
relationship at school. "Brittany, what is going to happen tomorrow when we go
back to school?" she asked.
"What do you mean Rae?" Brittany asked, very confused by what Rachel was had
asked her.
"I mean are we going to talk at school? Are we going to be out at school, or
are we going to go back to the way things were last week?" Rachel clarified.
Brittany sat up and faced Rachel, because she wanted to be able to properly see
her girlfriend's face. "I don't want to go back to the way we were last week,
and I want to talk to you at school," she told Rachel, who's face visible
betrayed her relief. "Rach, why did you think I wouldn't want to talk to you at
school?"
Rachel nibbled on her lower lip for a moment before answering honestly, "I
guess I'm still adjusting to all of this. Some insecurities are slipping
through."
"This is real. I want to be with you, and going back to school tomorrow won't
change that," Brittany said and then leaned forward and gave Rachel a loving
kiss. She broke the kiss and said, "I want to tell the Glee club, but if you
want to keep us a secret from the rest of the school for a while, I'm fine with
that."
"I'm not ashamed of us, but I think it would be best to keep this to just us
and our team-mates. Our classmates aren't the most opened minded, and I don't
want you to get hurt by their stupidity," Rachel said.
Brittany nodded her head at her, and then asked, "How is your hand feeling
now?"
"Better. I think the pill is kicking in," Rachel replied.
"Sanny said it won't make you high like the ones last night did," Brittany
said.
"I was not high," Rachel said.
"Yes you were, and you were so adorable. You had this goofy grin on your face
on night," Brittany said with a giggle.
"Fine, so maybe I was a little high," Rachel said, and then carefully rolled
them over so that she was leaning on her broken arm, halfway over Brittany.
"Guess what. I am feeling so much better," She said with a full out grin, and
then kissed Brittany deeply.
Rachel swiped her tongue across Brittany's lips, asking for entrance. Brittany
granted her access immediately, and Rachel proceeded to swirl her tongue around
Brittany's before sucking it into her own mouth.
Rachel broke the kiss and started peppering kisses along her jaw line, and
brought her good hand down to Brittany's right breasts and started to softly
knead it, before switching to the other one. She trailed her kisses down
Brittany's neck, and over her chest, capturing her left nipple into her mouth
and tugged lightly on it. Brittany let a loud moan when Rachel sucked hard on
the opposite nipple, before swirling her tongue around it.
Rachel continued her descent down Brittany's body, and placed wet kisses every
inch of the way down. She placed one final kiss on the small patch of trimmed
blonde hair, before moving down to her bare wet slit. The sight alone made
Rachel's mouth salivate, but the sweet musky smell sent her sent her senses
into overdrive.
"Mmm, you smell so good, baby," Rachel moaned, and then swiped her tongue
through the wetness, gathering up as much as she could. She moaned again, "God,
you taste even better."
She dipped her tongue backed into the wetness and swirled it around Brittany's
tight opening before moving it up and around her clit. She ever so lightly
grazed the swollen nub with the tip over her tongue, before moving down to the
blonde's entrance again.
"Stop teasing Rae, please," Brittany panted. Every nerve ending in her body
seemed to be humming in arousal. "Oh god," She cried out when Rachel sucked her
clit into her mouth, and slid two fingers into her, curling them upwards so
that she hit her g-shot with every thrust. "Mmm, that feels so good, Rae."
Rachel sped her finger thrusts up, and released her lover's clit, swirled her
tongue around it and then captured it again.
Brittany was quickly reduced to heavy panting, and load moans. Her hip
movements started to become erratic, and every muscle in her body started to
tighten up, in anticipation for the final release.
With a final thrust of Rachel's fingers sent Brittany over the edge, yelling
Rachel's name loudly as she came. A gush of sweet wetness flowed into Rachel's
mouth, making the brunette moan at the taste of it. She made a mental note that
she definitely had to do that again.
Rachel pulled out of Brittany, and sucked her sweet nectar off of her fingers
before proceeding to lick her swollen pussy clean. Once she was sure that
Brittany had nothing left to give her, she moved back up the bed and cuddled
into Brittany's side.
"You're really good at that," Brittany said after a few minutes, sounding
sated.
"Thank you," Rachel said proudly. "I strive for perfection."
"Lucky for me then," Brittany said, getting a second wind. She rolled them
over, and straddled Rachel's hips. She kissed Rachel as she grinded her moist
center against the hard dick beneath her.
"What do you want, baby?" She whispered into Rachel's ear. "Do you want your
dick in my pussy, while I ride you like a cowgirl, or do you want me to suck
your dick it to my mouth, while I stuff my fingers into your pussy and fuck
you?"
"Oh god," Rachel whimpered. That had to be the hottest thing she had ever
heard. "I don't care, just please fuck me," she pleaded desperately loud.
Rachel had barely gotten the words out before Brittany impaled herself onto
Rachel's hard dick. Both girls moaned loudly at the new sensation that overtook
them. "God I love the feel of your dick in my pussy," Brittany moaned into
Rachel's ear.
Rachel wasn't sure where the dirty talk had come from, but she really liked it.
A lot. She sat up, pushing Brittany along with her, and then skillfully flipped
them over. A feat that was made difficult by the cast on her hand, but she
managed to do it without pulling out of Brittany, and then started pounding
into Brittany.
Hard and fast.
Her movements were spurred on the loud moaning, and panted pleas coming from
her lover. "Oh god, mmm harder Rae, please, ooh, faster," Brittany called out.
Rachel pushed herself up and sat on her feet. She threw Brittany's left leg
over her shoulder and wrapped her hurt arm around the slim thigh holding it
firmly in place. She grabbed Brittany's hip with her un-injured hand for
leverage and started thrusting again. Harder and faster than before, her wet
pussy slapping off of Brittany's ass with each thrust.
The headboard was banging against the wall with every thrust.
Bang
Thump
Bang
Thump
Sweat was pouring down Rachel's red face, beading down in between her gorgeous
breasts. Her breath was coming and going in pants. She was close, and judging
by the loud moans coming from Brittany, so was she.
Each moan and whimper that Brittany made sent a jolt of electricity straight
down to her clit. She was in heaven, which was the only way to describe how
Rachel was making her feel. She was really close, too. She just needed a few
more thrusts. She moved her hand down her body, and moved her fingers over her
clit. Desperately rubbing it for release.
The sight of Brittany rubbing her clit, threw Rachel into the ether along with
Brittany. Both of them came, moaning each other's name loudly.
"Oh Barbara," Rachel moaned as she collapsed on top of Brittany. She let go of
her leg before she fell, but she didn't bother pulling out of her. She liked
the feeling of her soft dick getting squeezed by the blonde's aftershocks.
"Yeah, that was amazing," Brittany gushed, tiredly.
"I am ready for a nap," Rachel said.
"Me too," Brittany said. Rachel tried to move off of her, but Brittany stopped
her. "No, stay. I like you where you are."
Rachel was too tired and quite comfortable where she was to argue. She simple
drifted off to sleep, along with her girlfriend.
Santana woke up long before the sun was due to rise She had a new determination
for her life. To make up for all of the crappy things she had ever done to
Rachel, as well as the rest of the Gleeks. Except of course for Finn, who had
secured the top spot on her enemy list with the stunt he pulled the previous
night. Fucking bastard.
She wasn't going to be nice to everybody all the time because that just wasn't
who she was, but she was going to let them in. Get to know them instead of
judging them like she had in the past. As for Rachel, she vowed to do
everything in her power to make it up to the petite diva, starting with an
apology.
She thought about what she was going to say in the apology. There were so many
things that she had done to Rachel, a lot of which she didn't even remember
doing. How was she supposed to apologize for something she didn't even
remember? She couldn't. She needed to remember it all.
Santana started to nudge her sleeping girlfriend awake. "Quinn, wake up," she
whispered. "I need to talk to you." She didn't get a response. "Quinn," she
said louder, and started shaking the sleeping blonde. "Wake up."
"Santana, you better have a good reason for waking me up," Quinn grumbled.
"I do," Santana said quietly. "I want to talk about Rachel."
"Really?" Quinn asked and then sleepily looked at the clock. It was only six in
the morning. "You're waking me up at six because you want to talk to me about
Rachel?"
"Yes. You remember things better than I do, and I need to know everything that
I did to her," Santana explained.
Quinn propped herself up onto her left arm and looked down at her girlfriend.
"Why?" She asked.
"So that I can make up for it all," Santana said.
"Babe, you don't need to remember each and every little thing we've ever done
to her to make up for it," Quinn said. "Trying to remember it all will just
drive us both crazy, and it won't help the situation."
"How are we going to make it up to her?" Santana asked, realizing that Quinn
was right. There was entirely too much to remember, and it wouldn't do any good
to bring it all back up.
Quinn was thinking about way to make it up to Rachel. "Well, you'll just have
to be you," she told Santana.
Santana looked at Quinn with a mixture of irritation, confusion, and dumb
fondness written on her face. Quinn caught the look for what is was and
elaborated, "You're a mean bitch, who is fiercely protective of the ones you
care about. Nobody in that school dares to tease Brittany, because of you.
After what you did to that Jason kid during our freshmen year for teasing her,
everybody is scared of what you'll do to them."
"Be Berry's protectors. I could be down with that," Santana said. "It's the
least we could do after starting it all."
"Yeah," Quinn agreed. "Can we go back to sleep now?"
"No. I wants to get my mack on," Santana said with an evil grin. She pushed
Quinn onto her back, nestled her left leg in between the blonde's, and kissed
her girlfriend deeply.
"I love you," Santana said, after breaking the kiss.
"I love you, too," Quinn said.
Santana brought their lips together again, only to have Quinn break it again to
ask, "Did you hear that?"
"Hear what?" Santana asked.
"Running water," Quinn answered, and then listened closely. "Yeah there it is.
Hear it?"
"Yeah I hear it now," Santana said. "Rachel's probably awake."
"Yeah we should get up," Quinn said, and tried to crawl out of the bed.
"No," Santana said, and pulled her girlfriend back towards her. "I wasn't done
getting my make on." She planted her lips firmly onto Quinn's, who responded
immediately by opening her lips and capturing Santana's.
Their simple loving kisses turned into a full make-out session. At least until
Santana's hand venture too far down for Quinn's liking and she pulled away.
"Santana I said we are not having sex in Rachel's house, and I meant it."
Santana was about to say something when they heard a muffled 'Oh god' coming
from next door. "But they are apparently," Santana said with a grin. She kissed
Quinn again, hoping to turn her girlfriend on enough so that she'll say yes.
When she heard a muffled 'feels so good' come from next door, Quinn pushed
Santana away and said, "This is so wrong. We cannot listen to our friends
having sex."
Brittany's muffled moans were filtering through the room now. Santana grin got
impossibly wider, and she huskily said, "You can't tell me that it isn't
turning you on."
"It's not," Quinn said, unconvincingly.
Santana moved her hand done and cupped Quinn's panty covered mound, feeling the
wetness that had already saturated her panties. "Liar, I can feel it. You're so
turned on right now."
"I'm turned on because we've been making out for the last fifteen minutes,"
Quinn argued, but busted a hole in her argument by moaning loudly when she
heard Brittany cum.
"Damn, Midget is good. I've only ever gotten Britt to scream like that once,"
Santana huskily said.
"This is so wrong Santana," Quinn repeated. "I don't care how turned on I may
or may not be getting, we shouldn't be listening to them having sex."
"They're being loud, Q. We can't help but hear them," Santana said logically.
"It's still wrong," Quinn stated.
"No, you're just embarrassed by how turned on you're getting by hearing that,"
Santana said, and then brought her lips to Quinn's neck, and sucked lightly on
the sensitive spot behind her ear, earning a half-whimper, half-moan from her
girlfriend.
"Do you still want me to stop?" Santana asked quietly.
Quinn was going to yes, until she heard Rachel begging Brittany to fuck her.
"Screw it. Do as she said," she demanded.
"Yes ma'am," Santana said and then planted a searing kiss onto Quinn's lips,
and thrust her fingers into Quinn's panties. Santana by passing her clit, and
slammed her fingers home curling them upwards, while grinding her own panty
clad pussy on Quinn's thigh.
Santana set up a quick paced rhythm of in and out, hitting Quinn's clit with
the palm of her hand, and her g-spot with each thrust. Whimpers and moans were
masked by the feverous kiss they were sharing.
Quinn broke the kiss when they heard Brittany yell, 'Oh god, mmm harder Rae,
please, ooh, faster'.
"Oh god, do what she said," Quinn moaned.
Santana complied with the overheard request. She slammed her fingers in and out
of Quinn at a fast rate, while grinding her pussy on the rocky hard thigh even
faster.
Soft pants, moans, and whimpers where joined by a loud banging on the wall,
followed by a mantra of soft 'oh god's' from Quinn.
Bang. "Oh god."
Thump. "Oh god."
Bang. "Oh god."
Thump. "Oh god."
The mantra repeated until they heard their friends cum loudly, which was enough
to push them both over the edge together. Santana captured Quinn's lips again
to muffle their moans as they rode out their orgasms together.
Santana collapsed onto the bed, not bothering to pull her hand out of Quinn,
and said, "Damn that was hot."
"That was so wrong," Quinn repeated, but her voice said the entire opposite.
"Yeah maybe, but it was still hot," Santana said. "I'm tired again. I'm going
back to sleep."
"Sure now you want to go back to sleep. Are you at least going to remove your
hand from me?" Quinn asked sounding annoyed even though she wasn't. She really
loved to fall asleep with Santana still in her, but she always asked anyways.
"Nope," Santana said, popping the 'p'. "I'm happy just the way I am."
Quinn smiled and said, "So am I," before drifting back into slumber.
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