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She didn't know what had crossed her mind when she agreed to this "meet up."
She was previously prepared for the worst scenarios her mind could conjure up, surrendered to the idea of being made fun of again.
Brittany had called her during the afternoon with an unusually enthusiastic tone, even for her. In the background, she could hear the giggles of what appeared to be her other two friends.
"Rachel, Lord Tubbington had a vision today. We need to hang out," she said in a serious tone.
Well, even though she wasn't a follower of Lord Tubbington's visions, who was she to doubt Britt's faith in him? The girl wasn't the problem at all; what scared her was being in an enclosed space with Quinn and Santana simultaneously.
Those three had been unusually friendly these days, especially since her Britney Spears performance. Now, instead of being looked at from head to toe by them with the most awful expressions, they smiled at her—still looking at her from top to bottom, but now with some strange smirks adorning their faces.
While Finn told her to cover up instead of remarking on how breathtaking she looked, they appreciated her new side.
When she first crossed the hallways with that schoolgirl aspect, she saw Santana whispering something in Quinn's ear. She was already mentally preparing to be pointed at and laughed at, but it didn't happen. Instead, the blonde blushed and automatically turned her head away.
And now, there she was. Facing Brittany's house in the middle of the night. She thought about turning around and going back home for her own safety, but after Finn's bad attitude and insistence on why she shouldn't go, she was willing to ignore his warnings.
She walked to the door and let out a big sigh, ringing the doorbell. Almost a minute later, Santana opened it, the two other girls behind her—Brittany with a big smile and Quinn rolling her eyes at the mere sight of her.
"Looking good, Berry," the Latina said with a side smile, her arm resting on the door frame.
She blinked three times before responding "Hello, Santana," forcing her best face to hide her fright.
She had to be lying. Santana had never appreciated the art of a pair of white knee socks, an argyle skirt, and a burgundy sweater with its corresponding matching headband.
Wow. She always spent a lot of time combining her outfits, just to be bullied by a bunch of girls who wore their cheerleading uniforms on a Friday night.
She looked around "Are your parents home, Brittany?" Quinn chuckled at the comment, raising an eyebrow.
Britt shrugged "I don't know. I don't think so." Good thing she practiced calling 911 as fast as she could before getting there.
"So, what's the plan now? Painting our nails and having a sleepover with Berry?" Quinn said with her usual harsh tone, sitting on the couch.
"I was thinking that we could watch Courage the Cowardly Dog. It reminds me of Quinn when she first saw Rachel in a miniskirt." The head cheerleader aggressively turned her head to Santana, who was laughing. "It's also cute and pink, like Santana's—"
"Please don't say a word more," the Latina quickly interrupted with a blank look on her face.
"I have a better idea. Go for that tequila your parents have locked down and let's see if Berry finally does something interesting."
"I'm right here, Quinn!" Rachel complained in a high-pitched voice, arms crossed. "I'm not willing to drink some potion especially prepared to humiliate myself in front of a group of barbarians," she said, walking towards the door. "Thank you very much for the invitation, Britt."
"Where are you going? Finn's?" She heard Santana's voice behind her back "I'm sure your boyfriend will love to comfort you with his puffy nipples."
Rachel turned with an almost imperceptible frown "Just for you to know, I'm an independent woman who is able to spend a nice time by herself."
"He always does that," Quinn said, sprawled on the couch, legs over the armrest like she owned the place.
"What?"
"Controlling the way his girlfriends look," Quinn raised an eyebrow with a disgusted expression. "I know about that."
"It's so unfair how he didn't tell you how hot you looked." the Latina muttered, with a grin that sent shivers down her spine.
"I-I appreciate your comment, Santana. But—"
"Ugh, just try to have a good time for once, Berry." Quinn interrupted, rolling her eyes.
The brunette paused, looking at the floor, frowning. "Just for a little while..."
"Yay!" Brittany silently clapped and grabbed Rachel's arm, directing her towards the couch, next to Quinn.
Santana was already coming back from the kitchen with three shot glasses, a tequila bottle, and that characteristic mischievous look on her face.
"I promise you, you'll never have such a time with Finnocence."
They went upstairs to avoid any unpleasant encounters when Britt's parents arrived. Rachel trembled in nervousness with every step she took, ascending to whatever would happen in there. She just had the feeling that it couldn't be good for her.
The three cheerleaders sat on the floor and Rachel followed after a few seconds of questioning herself. Santana distributed the glasses and as soon as they were all ready, Brittany started spitting out her usual kind of questions.
"Who would you kiss if we were all trapped in an elevator?" They all looked at each other without answering. "Are you guys shy? I can start... I'll kiss all of you." Santana raised an eyebrow at her. "What? It looks fun."
"Well, that's quite an easy one. I'd kiss Britt," the Latina said, brushing the tip of her fingers over the blonde's thigh and smirking.
Now there were four eyes looking at the other two girls, expectant to know their answers. Quinn pursed her lips and filled the little glass with tequila. She gave a murderous look at her friends and silently drank, taking the shot in a quick movement.
Rachel's eyes widened. Her cheeks were slightly rosy from the question—and the thought of Brittany kissing her. "I won't answer that."
Santana rolled her eyes as if the brunette was missing something obvious. "Then drink, man hands."
Rachel looked at the glass in front of her and took a deep breath, already filled with alcohol by Brittany. How bad could it be? She awkwardly held it with three fingers and directed it to her mouth. She swallowed slowly, her eyes narrowing as the burning sensation went down her throat.
The "innocent" questions quickly turned into passive-aggressive traps specially formulated by Santana and Quinn to make each other drink—and it worked. The girls' wickedness made the bottle almost gone after an hour.
Rachel didn't even notice, there was a point where she just clapped and laughed—it was like looking at Brittany, but dressed up as a Broadway director's fantasy.
It got to a point where even Quinn was likable. She just yapped and bit her lip, never taking her sight off Rachel—and getting unnecessarily close to her. Santana and Brittany weren't the exception, all clingy and touchy—when the brunette saw them kiss for the first time, damn, she felt a lot of things.
They both looked so passionate about each other. Was she supposed to feel the urge to kiss Finn like that? There was something about the sloppy kisses, the way Brittany grabbed Santana's waist, and how they never broke the contact, that heated something inside her, accelerating her heartbeats more and more as she kept watching.
Rachel's drunk mind would've willingly melted into them right then.
The blonde pulled away from the kiss. "San, Rachel looks hungry," she said in a low voice to the Latina, glancing at the spectator girl.
"What is it, Berry? Frankenteen doesn't touch you like that?"
Finn tended to do a "nice" job—no, she couldn't lie; it was awful. To him, everything was touching her boobs, third base, and his pleasure. Of course, he was desperate—she couldn't blame him, though. He was a seventeen-year-old boy and his ex-girlfriend was the insanely fine head cheerleader Quinn Fabray.
"Finn—He just worries more about his own necessities..." She lowered her sight, looking at the unicorn carpet on the floor.
"You really need to be taken care of, isn't that true?" Santana's tone was almost evil; her low voice never failed to make people bend, and she was aware of that.
Before Rachel could answer, she could feel the warmth of Santana's hand on her cheek, surreptitiously caressing her with her thumb.
She absentmindedly got closer to the girl, attracted by the soft touch. A hand wrapped around her wrist, interrupting the moment.
"You can touch your girl, Santana." Quinn hissed, pulling Rachel closer to her.
"I don't mind making out with both of them," Brittany interrupted the Latina's response with a smile.
Normally, Rachel would've started talking about the objectification of women, and how no one should be treated like property since the Declaration of Human Rights said so, but her moral was too shaken by alcohol to protest.
Quinn's one-handed grip moved to her waist when Santana opened her mouth again. A minute ago, she had all of her attention, but now, she wasn't even hearing what she was saying. No one could concentrate while being held that way. She only caught the words hot, dwarf, and insufferable—so she assumed it was about her.
"Shut up!" Took her out of her thoughts and made her direct her sight at the blonde.
The way she held her like she owned her, the way she frowned, her eyes, her hands, her lips—she couldn't stop looking at her, and every little detail made her get closer to the girl, but this time nothing stopped her.
It was a matter of seconds before she was leaning over Quinn.
The cheerio was sitting on the floor, her body slightly back, maintaining her balance by supporting herself with both of her hands.
She had a reddish tone on her cheeks. Imperceptible for anyone at a normal distance from her, but that wasn't Rachel's case.
Their shaky breaths collided because of the closeness, both of them looking at each other right in the eye.
"You're such a—" was all it took for the brunette to finally close the distance between them.
Quinn's lips were as soft as she had imagined before, but just as possessive as its owner.
What was intended to be a small kiss to shut the blonde's incoming insult quickly became a bigger deal. Quinn took a few seconds to get into the rhythm of the situation, but once she had Rachel's body trapped around her arm, she refused to let the girl go.
"Don't steal the show from me, Fabray," she heard behind her in Santana's voice, with a trace of kisses starting behind her ear after the phrase.
Rachel shivered. She pulled out of the kiss, gasping for air as she felt the sensation running through her neck. Quinn's grip tightened around the girl's waist to press her body against hers, frowning at Santana.
"Aww, you guys look like a litter of kittens," the excluded Cheerio interrupted with a smile lighting up her face.
The girls stopped for a second, all of them red-faced from the agitation—or alcohol—panting and looking at Brittany.
"Britt..." Rachel murmured, her chest going up and down with unsteady breaths "Come here."
Brittany crawled to the group and left a small kiss on Santana's shoulder "I love that we're all getting along!"
"We are n—" the brunette's protesting voice faltered when she felt a soft bite in her thigh, jumping with surprise.
"Hey!" Quinn yelled at the other blonde when she saw her face leaning on one of Rachel's legs.
"Are you afraid that my girl is gonna do yours?" Santana asked, raising an eyebrow.
"I'm not Qui—" Once again, she was interrupted by a bite, this time on her neck.
"Shut up, Berry," the Latina said, her mouth parting from Rachel's skin.
Rachel's body shivered at every touch. Her cheeks burned with embarrassment as she felt the wet warmth growing between her legs, afraid of the moment one of the girls discovered the mess she had become because of them. She was melted into a pathetic blur of moaning, sweating, and trembling.
Quinn's hands made their way under the brunette's sweater, pressing soft kisses along her jaw. Rachel's eyes turned shiny with pleasure tears, and the blonde's name slipped from her lips in a sharp gasp when she was surprised by the cool touch of the Cheerio's hand pressing against her heated skin.
The air met the girl's stomach when her sweater was lifted by Quinn, who smiled looking at Rachel's big expectant eyes. A trail of wet kisses was left on the uncovered flesh until reaching the waistband of her argyle skirt, where she stopped with a small grin.
Santana brushed her fingers over the soft fabric that still covered her breasts, making circles with her thumb over the overpowered girl's hardened nipples. Rachel left out a soft moan that made the three cheerleaders' hearts flutter, but it was quickly shut down by the brunette biting her own lower lip.
The Latina cupped the girl's chin with one hand, the other one still working on her "Are you too embarrassed to talk, midget?"
Rachel frowned at the humiliating question. Still, she nodded, making direct eye contact with Santana for the first time. A mischievous glance was drawn on her face, right before she completely lifted the smaller girl's sweater, without entirely removing it.
Quinn starved at the sight of the girl's breasts, perfectly adorned by a white bra with a tiny bow in the middle. Santana got ahead of her, cupping one of them while leaving light-red hickeys on the pale skin.
Rachel held onto Quinn's shoulders like a lifeline, her nails digging into her skin, making the blonde purse her lips at the action. The brunette let her head fall back with a shaky breath, while her back arched at any kiss or touch.
"We can stop if you want to, Rach," Quinn whispered with a husky voice in the girl's ear, her lips almost brushing against it.
The nickname sent shivers down her spine. She opened her mouth to respond, but her body was only reactive to pleasure—she shook her head, with her big teary eyes begging for more.
Quinn caressed Brittany's head to get her attention, making an approving sign at her.
Brittany kissed Rachel's inner thighs, leaving marks produced by a mix of hickeys and bites on the flesh "You're so soft."
The girl caressed and squeezed until she got to her skirt, lifting the fabric until meeting with the nearly soaked underwear.
Rachel's hips unconsciously jerked at the way the Cheerio's fingers ghosted fearlessly over the soaked fabric. Britt's hands were caring. They were softer, warmer, and a lot more gentle. Everything felt slower than it felt when she focused on the two other girls constantly fighting over dominancy on the upper part of her body.
Her knees weakened with every second of Brittany playing with the waistband of her underwear. She was completely at their mercy, she couldn't take it any longer.
"Please," she finally managed to say with a weak, cracked voice.
Brittany smiled, dispelling Rachel's fear. She slowly started sliding the fabric down her thighs, and the cold air kissing her skin made it feel real. She was almost freed from her own pleasure.
Quinn instinctively tightened her arms around Rachel's waist, one of her hands caressing her hair. Rachel surrounded the girl's neck for reassurance, hiding her face in the crook of it—the hot agitated breaths that the submissive girl emitted sent shivers down the blonde's spine.
Brittany's fingers brushed over Rachel's clit with soft movements that made her tremble.
Quinn could feel the way her body softly trembled every time Britt made another move, her moans turning louder, every time getting more similar to whining. Rachel's hips desperately jerked in an attempt to get the friction she needed. Brittany kept playing with the girl for a few minutes until she saw overwhelmed tears running down her cheeks.
Brittany teased the girl's wet entrance before going in. She made the tip of her fingers meet the humid sensation inside her first, sending a jolt through Rachel's whole body. Then, she slowly accessed deeper into the girl, curling her fingers as the wet core clenched around them. The thrusts gained strength as the moans got faster and louder, encouraging the blonde to keep going. She made her thumb brush over Rachel's clit with a calculated pressure, finding the rhythm to not upset the overstimulated girl.
When Rachel stopped fighting the sounds that escaped her mouth, Quinn leaned her face over the whimpering girl to kiss her lips in a failed attempt to shut the pleas, but they were too loud to be contained. She tried to squirm from the sweet ache Santana and Brittany were causing her, but Quinn's firm grip on her hips kept her in place, helplessly receiving the pleasure.
Rachel's body shuddered from the intensity "Quinn!" softly escaped her mouth on a shaky breath as she climaxed around Brittany's fingers.
The head cheerleader's face flushed while the brunette kept hugging her, completely burying her face on her shoulder, looking for more friction against the girl's leg.
"Should I take that as a compliment?" Brittany tilted her head and looked at the other girls with a confused expression.
Santana clicked her tongue, rolling her eyes "Fantastic. Now the dwarf is in love with you."
The room quieted around them while they all regained composure, all three of them still enclosing Rachel with their heated figures. The only perceptible sound was the brunette's unsteady breathing, her body giving small twitches as the pleasure left her.