Disclaimer: I own nothing. All rights to the characters go to their respectful owners blah blah blah etc etc.
Hey guys, so if you're reading this you are either new or you know that my story was taken down. removed it because my summary was rated M and apparently that is not allowed.
This is my first attempt at fan fiction and please keep in mind that I have never solely read Faberry so what I write is just based on snippets from Brittana fanfics that feature Faberry, and the program itself.
Anyways, hope you enjoy!
"You don't have to go, do you?" Santana whined into Brittany's ear with her arms enveloping Brittany's waist, who was now sitting up on the bed in front of her.
"Babyyy, you know I'd love to stay right here and get more sweet lady kisses from you, but I really gotta go to this class president meeting. I'll come back in a couple of hours and we can pick up from where we left off. Plus, I think Lord Tubbington has been smoking again. I found some cigarette butts in his kitty box, so I need to check on him so I can stay the night here."
The Latina's lips curled upwards at the thought of Brittany in her bed again later. She hopped up off the bed and pulled her into a tight embrace for a passionate kiss. "What was that for?" Brittany said, her eyes still closed, unwilling to part lips with her girlfriend.
"Just a teaser for later and an incentive for you to come home as quickly as possible." Santana smirked, seeing her girlfriend bite her lip, her eyes roaming over Santana's body, mentally undressing her.
Brittany gave her a quick peck and a slap on the ass before Santana's house.
"Mmmhmmm?" Quinn answered, clearly distracted as she answered the phone.
"Fabray, who the hell is this mystery guy you won't tell us about?"
"Mystery guy? I don't know what you're talking about" Santana could hear giggling in the background.
"Cut the crap, Q. You think I don't notice the difference between sexually-frustrated-Quinn, and clearly-getting-laid-Quinn?"
Quinn's laugh was muffled by a pair of lips on hers. "Stop..." She replied, giddily in a hoarse voice.
"You are not getting it on right now- are you? QUINN?"
"No, of course not..." Quinn's voice was distant and dreamy.
"Jesus Christ! Can't you keep it in your pants for 5 seconds?" Santana's voice was irritated, clearly annoyed that Quinn was getting some action while Brittany was at some stupid meeting.
"HAH! That's rich coming from you, S. So why did you ring me again?"
"Oh, right, that. Well my house is getting work done and Britt's sister is having a sleep over this weekend, so-"
"We've been over this, Lopez, you're not using my house, or more importantly my bed, to get it on with your girlfriend."
"No, that's not what I was asking- although I don't remember you complaining that one time when we all-"
"Santana! Don't! I thought we said we weren't gonna talk about that ever again?" Quinn was much more alert than before, upon hearing the unholy trinity orgy being rehashed.
"Aw come on, you know you enjoyed it, girls are hot!" The Latina chuckled to herself.
"I'm hanging up now" Quinn responded, with an irritated tone.
"No wait! So I called because we haven't had a party in a while. Remember when we got invited to parties every week? It's our senior year, we should be drinking and smoking and getting arrested and doing body shots..-" Santana thought back to the time she was doing body shots off of Brittany, who always seems to be half naked at parties and gets very touchy feely with Santana.
"We got unpopular, remember? I had a baby, you came out of the closet, things went into a downward spiral.."
"Which is why we should throw a party of our own! If you can't beat 'em, join 'em! Besides, even that glee party we had at Rachel's was pretty fun..." Santana silently gasps, realizing she just admitted that aloud. She hears muffling on the other end of the line. Who the fuck is Quinn with, anyway?
"Guess what? Rachel's house is free this weekend." Quinn replies, smirking to herself.
"Cool. Wait, how the hell did you know that that troll has a free house?" The Latina says, questioningly.
"Hey, so I gotta go, my history assignment is due tomorrow." The conversation ends abruptly, leaving Santana confused.
Still itching for Brittany to get back, and reminded that Quinn is getting some, Santana opens her laptop and goes into the 'Brittany' folder on her desktop. She gets under her blanket on her bed, fully concentrated on the pictures of her girlfriend.