A/N: I do not own Glee nor the characters within. While watching 2x14, I turned it off about twenty minutes in because I got the idea for this story. So I have no idea what happened in the end of the episode. XD Anyways, I've been interested in writing a Berrittana (Santana/Rachel/Brittany) fic for a while, and so this is my first attempt. I'm thinking this'll be a two-shot, possibly three, but who knows. Also, I just got done typing this up, so it's not as obsessed over as some of my other work. Hopefully it still passes muster. Let me know if it works. *smile* Hope you enjoy~
"Uhm, guys, Rachel's not looking so hot…"
Taking in Brittany's worried expression, Santana shot a look over to where Rachel was sitting in the corner of the room (like, literally the corner – she had somehow managed to wedge herself between the admittedly sharp angled walls), slumped forward and seemingly engrossed with staring at her hands in her lap. Rolling her eyes, Santana took a sip of her whiskey. "She looks fine to me. Probably thinks her hands are some musical instruments or something."
Brittany frowned at her. "San, no, really. She doesn't look good."
"Then why don't you go over there and check already? Stop yappin' to me about it." Making an annoyed sound, Santana turned back to watching the impromptu game of beer pong Mike and Puck had started. She didn't mean to be so short with Britts, but why should she care about the midget?
"Fine. I will." Pushing herself up, the tall blonde made her way over to Rachel. Santana watched with an unsettled feeling in her stomach that she tried to convince herself didn't mean anything, dammit.
The look on Brittany's face was rapidly going from concern to worry to gentleness and back to concern. Then Rachel suddenly fell forward on Brittany with a tight hug, and Santana couldn't see the blonde's face anymore. "What the hell is going on?" she muttered.
"What? Did'ja say somethin'?" Mercedes slurred next to her. Except for the nudge the larger girl gave Santana's side, it would have seemed she had been addressing her cup.
Giving her a cross look, Santana shook her head. "Nothing. I'll be back." Struggling to her feet and weaving a little as she straightened – apparently, she had drunk more than she had thought she had, and that was not cool – she made her way over to Brittany and Rachel. As she got closer, what had looked like an embrace was actually Brittany trying to pull Rachel up by wrapping her arms around her sternum. The small brunette wasn't helping things, as her legs didn't appear to be working.
"What the hell?" Santana frowned, catching Brittany's attention.
"S! Oh, good. Here, help me."
"Why should I – "
Rachel suddenly groaned, bursting into tears into the side of Brittany's neck.
"Oh good lord. Here." Looking around for a safe place to stash her drink – she did not want Puck finding it and spiking it with even more alcohol – she finally hid it behind a vase on the shelf to her left. Then, dropping to her knees, Santana maneuvered around to Brittany's side. Seriously, how much of a pussy was she, helping out a stupid dwarf who couldn't hold her liquor? "Okay, pull her, and I'll push, and – "
But Brittany apparently had her own idea, because while she did pull Rachel away from the corner, she then pushed her into Santana. Catching Rachel around the waist, the smaller girl's face smashed into her neck and collarbone, and surprisingly strong arms wrapped tightly around her neck. Rachel burst into tears again. "God dammit, B! If she stains my shirt, I am going to throw a fit of my own!"
"I'm, I'm su-sorry," Rachel sobbed, "Buh-but I don't really kn-know why I'm… Why I'm acting this way." She dissolved into tears again, soaking Santana's skin.
"You're drunk, Rachel." Patting Rachel's shoulder, Brittany looked at Santana, eyes beseeching Santana not to get angry, "C'mon, S. Let's take her to the bathroom."
"C'mon what? I'm kinda stuck here with Rachel's fat ass weighing me down."
Rachel started crying harder. "I'm – I'm not fat."
It felt like Rachel had opened her tear ducts as far as they could go, and was she drooling? God! Why had she even bothered coming over when all she got was a snotty mess? "Whatever you say, princess," she muttered angrily. Gritting her teeth, Santana moved her knee in a way she probably wasn't supposed to so she could get one foot under her and push the both of them up. Staggering a bit and banging her shoulder into the wall as she overbalanced, Santana had to lean back a bit to counter Rachel's weight pressing into her. Seriously, why hadn't Brittany done this? And – fuck! Really? Where in the hell had Brittany disappeared to?
"…and I follow a s-strict regimen of exer-exercise every mo-morning…"
Great. Rachel was still muttering into her neck. Her arms had tightened around Santana, and her legs threatened to trip her up, tangled as they were with her own. Uncomfortably feeling Rachel's pelvis pressing into hers, Santana decided that needed to be fixed, right away.
Looking around to see if anyone was paying enough attention to them so she could get their help (or better yet, pawn Rachel off on them altogether), the music too loud to try shouting, Santana finally saw Brittany beckoning to her from the door of what was probably the bathroom she seemed so keen on getting Rachel to. Growling, Santana glared at her, then forced her alcohol-messed muscles to listen to her once again. Without preamble, she moved one of her arms down Rachel's waist and swept her legs up. "Fuckin' bridal style, you don't deserve this," she hissed into Rachel's ear, enjoying the squeak that had followed the move.
Fortunately, Rachel didn't weigh as much as she had previously inferred, and only stumbling a little and stopping once to snap at Rachel to "…not strangle me, woman!" Santana made it to the bathroom. Hot, humid air immediately hit her, and as Brittany shut the door after them, Santana realized that the blonde had turned on the shower. "…The fuck?" she muttered, dropping Rachel unceremoniously onto the toilet (it was only luck that the lid had been closed, and frankly, Santana wouldn't have thought anything of dropping the girl onto an open toilet anyway).
Crossing her arms, Santana glared at Brittany. "Yo, B, that was not cool. Leavin' me with Man Hands? What the hell?"
Brittany smiled at her. "I knew you'd be able to handle it." Squeezing Santana's hand as she moved past her, the tall blonde knelt in front of Rachel. "Alright, Rachel, lift your feet."
"Wha…?" Rachel had flopped her head back against the tank of the toilet, staring up at the ceiling. With disgust, Santana realized she wasn't crying anymore. What? She used up all her mucus on Santana's neck? Reminded, she grabbed the nearest towel and started furiously wiping her skin.
Looking at herself from all angles in the mirror and satisfied that she had done the most she could, Santana looked over to see what Brittany was doing. Having barely paid attention to the sounds of the two girls and the shower spray, she almost lost her balance at what she saw, slamming her palm down onto the counter to catch herself.
Brittany had apparently stripped off Rachel's shoes and socks, the brunette in the process of clumsily kicking off her jeans as Brittany's long fingers were making short work of the buttons on Rachel's blouse. As the last button was released and the white fabric slid off Rachel's shoulders, a filled deep blue bra and matching boy shorts were all that was left on a surprisingly fit body. When Brittany leaned forward to reach behind Rachel's back, her nose brushing against Rachel's cheek as the girl leaned forward in almost mindless mimicry, Santana found herself able to move again.
"Jesus, B!" she cried out, jumping forward, "I don't want to see Stubbles' treasure trai… Well, damn." Standing over Brittany as she leaned back to remove the blue bra completely, Santana had an unobstructed view of Rachel's upper body, the smaller girl having once again flopped back. Taking in smooth skin and pert breasts, pink nipples and absolutely no treasure trail, Santana had to bite the inside of her cheek to remind herself who it was she was looking at.
"Alright, sweetie, one more," Brittany murmured, hooking her fingers into the waistband of the deep blue boy shorts. Totally unconcerned about her nakedness (or maybe unaware of it), Rachel canted her hips up.
It was the moisture in the air that made it suddenly hard for Santana to breathe, she told herself as the underwear joined the pile of Rachel's clothes on the floor. "Bri – er, B? What are you…?" she asked as Brittany stood up, turning to face her.
"Alright, San, you next!" the blonde chirped happily, sliding her hands under the hem of Santana's shirt, pushing the fabric up. Shivering as her palms slid up her body, arousal spiking through her, Santana raised her arms to help Brittany remove the article of clothing without thinking about it. Her bra soon followed, and when the blonde stepped forward to start on her jeans, Santana tugged her head down to kiss her.
As their mouths opened and tongues twined together, Santana's remaining clothing was removed as she roughly stripped Brittany in return. Skin slid against skin, hands groped and stroked, and Santana lost herself in the world of lady lovin' again.
But Brittany moved back before Santana wanted her to. Giggling at her cross expression, the blonde kissed her briefly, then turned around.
Blinking to disperse the cloud of lust that surrounded her, Santana suddenly remembered where she was… And more importantly, who was with her and Brittany. She watched slack jawed when Brittany unabashedly wrapped her arms around Rachel's bare waist and hauled her up against her.
"Okay, Rache, just a little step. You can do it."
"Brittany, you're being too nice to me…" Muttering, and on shaky legs, the very attractive naked body of Rachel was soon leaning against the very attractive naked body of Brittany and standing in the shower. Warm water rained down upon the two girls, soaking them. Almost as one, they both looked over at Santana.
Santana stared, swallowed, said a silent prayer, and stepped into the shower, closing the door behind her.