((A/N: Prompt from Purrpickle. I actually have no idea what the heck I'm doing with this. But there'll be smut, and probs some super light bdsm for kicks. We'll see where this goes. Feel free to message me/review with any ideas. Nothing too extreme, though. At least not this time? Woooo~))

Santana and Brittany had been chilling out on Santana's couch in the living room when, at nearly the exact same time, their phones buzzed to alert them to any incoming text. Without even thinking the two flipped their phones out and slid the pads of their thumbs across the screen.

Estrella

Santanna! Why ar youn ot here? I wanna gets my kisses on wiht yo!

The tanned cheerleader was about to show the message to Brittany when another screen appeared in her face just as she looked up.

Artie-bot

Heeeyyy babby! U shold be herewith ur sweet wheelsride. N didu kno ornge acttully tastwes like awsme/? Like actually awesome!

Smirking, Santana showed Brittany her phone, and the two exchanged curious glances.

"Hey, Britt-britt, why does it look like our two dorks are drunk?"

The tall blond was already up and putting her shoes on. She threw Santana her car keys. "I have no idea, but I think we should go over there. Plus Rachie obviously wants to 'get her kisses on'."

Santana snorted, catching her keys easily, but stood up as well and turned the TV and DVD off. Within moments the two were out the door and in their respective cars, on the way to Rachel's house.

When they arrived and walked in they heard noise coming from the basement, and immediately went downstairs to see what was going on. What they were met with was the sight of two clearly buzzed and happy teenagers singing and dancing (or wheeling) around on the Berrys' stage to Michael Jackson's Smooth Criminal. Santana crossed her arms, raising an amused eyebrow as Brittany stood their laughing and shaking her head. "We should rethink leaving them alone, B…"

But the blond was already moving towards them. She looked back, all smiles, "What? No way! This is totally hilarious!"

Before she knew what was happening Santana was being dragged along by Rachel, who had skipped off the stage with an elated "SANTI BABY!" and proceeded to all but throw herself into the taller brunettes arms while simultaneously attempting to drag her girlfriend forwards to join Brittany and Artie, who were dancing with each other.

As the bridge to the song came on Rachel finally got the other girl singing, and she came out with a perfectly pitched "I don't knooooooww!" and taking over the part flawlessly as Artie and Rachel took up the coinciding "Annie are you okay, can you tell us, if you're okay".

The song finally came to an end and Santana pulled Rachel down to sit on her lap on the edge of the small stage while Brittany straddled Artie's chair, pulling him in for a heated kiss that quickly had the young man's hands moving up from her hips and to her sides. When they broke apart Brittany looked down at her boyfriend, smirking. "Artie, why are you drunk? Did Lord Tubbington convince you to drink tonight? Because I know he's really good at talking but maybe you shouldn't listen to him all the time."

It was Rachel who piped up, scampering off of Santana's lap to grab the two red cups sitting on a table just off to the side. "But it's so good! And so-"

"So ORANGE! Britt it's ORANGE!" interjected Artie as he took the cup from Rachel and went to drink more, only to be stopped by his girlfriend taking the cup away from him.

Santana did the same, smoothly pilfering the Red Solo from her girlfriend's grasp and smiling innocently at the pout it got her. "Sorry, babe. I think you're done for the night."

Rachel leant forward, all but climbing onto the girl as she reached for the cup. "B-but Santi! That's miiiine!" she whined.

Artie was having even less luck, and Brittany just held the cup out and up away from his reach, then took his shirt in the other hand and pulled him forward for another kiss. Santana tangled her hand in Rachel's hair and did the same, slowing shifting them so that the smaller girl was on her back and Santana straddling her side.

When Brittany broke it off, Artie went back to pouting, though looked mostly dazed and fizzled out. Smiling and kissing him on the forehead before standing up, the cheerleader turned to Santana. "I think I'm gonna take Artie back to mine, San. I'm afraid if he tries to move himself he'll run into things. Plus I need to talk to Lord Tubbington about giving him alcohol again."

Santana was still essentially sitting on Rachel, who was back to reaching fruitlessly for the cup as she was being pinned down by both the other hand on her chest and Santana's legs holding her sides. The taller brunette sat far enough up that even if her girlfriend thought to buck her hips it wouldn't unseat her. "No prob, B. Talk to you tomorrow?"

Brittany began wheeling Artie to the spiraling ramp the Berrys had installed awhile back for him. "Of course! You should bring Rachel over tomorrow after school, too. We'll probably have hangover babies all day."

Laughing, Santana nodded, and Brittany took Artie upstairs. The last thing she heard was Artie exclaiming something about how awesome orange soda was but that it wasn't more awesome than Brittany's legs and that her legs weren't as awesome as her and that- His rambling was cut off by the sound of the basement door closing, and Santana returned her attention to her now still, but incredibly pouty, girlfriend. "You okay there, babe?" she asked.

Rachel huffed, crossing her arms over her chest as best she could. "You're being a meany-face."

Carefully setting the cup down behind and away from her, Santana leaned in, cupping Rachel's face with both her hands and kissing her sweetly, first on the forehead, then the nose, and finally her lips. She moved back enough to see Rachel's clouded and darkened eyes. "But I thought you wanted your sweet lady kisses? And don't I always give you what you want?" The last part was husked out as hands moved from cheeks to Rachel's sides, then up to her chest as full lips kissed a line down the girl's jawline before stopping to nip at her ear.

Rachel hummed appreciatively, her own hands coming up to clutch at Santana's back and pull her down closer. As teeth touched her ear her hips bucked slightly. "Saaaaan. You're teasing again…"

Santana just chuckled, pulling back completely and sitting up, though her hands slipped under Rachel's shirt and her fingers began to slowly flex around her breasts. "You're drunk, Rachel. You went and got drunk on a school night, without me, and then called me a meany-face for trying to kiss you." She smirked, leaned down, and bit lightly at Rachel's lower lip, pulling at it before letting go and whispering, "I think you need to be punished a little."