"Threesome two men" is what she typed into the YouPorn search bar. Rachel Berry was doing research, and she did nothing by half measures. Trying to win an online erotic fiction contest and a possible $2000 grand prize, Rachel had decided on a scenario of a threesome in which one woman was serviced by two men. She chose this topic partly because it was relatively underused in erotic literature, but mostly because it really turned her on and she felt a young writer needed to be properly inspired to produce quality work.
Now some of you might be thinking along the lines of, "How can a sweet, innocent young girl like Rachel Berry be doing such a thing?" If you are one of those people, please read the next sentence, but only the next sentence, then immediately turn off your computer, if you even know how. Ask your mommy or daddy to take you to the nearest elementary school to be tested to see if you are smart enough to be admitted to a special ed class. The rest of you can follow me, but you can take your hands out of your pants, nothing happens until Chapter 2.
As those who are still with me know, there's nothing "sweet" or "innocent" about Rachel Berry. If you cross her and she had previously liked you, then she'll show mercy and merely slit your throat so you can choke on your own blood and die quickly in a minute or so. If she hadn't liked you, the rules governing even an M-rated submission on this site do not allow me to describe what might happen. Sexually, Rachel Berry is a preternaturally horny, knowing little cock-tease. Being brilliant, extremely well-read, and having DSL, she's heard and seen it all and has the imagination to invent stuff even such a louche as I don't care to know about. The only reason she was still a virgin is that she's a fussy snob and all the conditions necessary and sufficient for her to turn over her V-chip had not been simultaneously met. It's a well-known fact, for example, that if her choir director, a Mr. William Schuester, had simply nodded at her she'd be spread-eagled in his bed as quick as you could say "Jack Robinson" ("Phil Rizzuto" for dirty old Yankee fans). If a Mr. Noah Puckerman weren't such a big-mouthed, smirking, conceited jerk, he could have had her as well by now. There are rumors she tried to seduce the truly "sweet" virgin Finn Hudson in the school auditorium(!) on a school day(!) and had even brought a box of condoms in a picnic basket(!) as a precaution. Alas, poor inexperienced Finn (who really should have been called "Sawyer") couldn't hold out against the allures of a single kiss from our sexpot heroine and succumbed prematurely in embarrassing fashion. (Don't ask.)
But why should she write erotic fiction at all? Rachel, having no potential sex partner on the horizon, wanted to release some of her pent-up sexual tension by exploring the most powerful erogenous zone of all: the human mind. Instead of the usual porn threesome in which the two men are strangers to the woman or a bored couple need to add a little excitement to their sex lives, she thought it more interesting to investigate the psychological and emotional interplay among three single people who knew each other very well and among whom there were unresolved issues of love, sex, and friendship. Thus entered the aforementioned Noah and Finn, each other's best friend, each capable singly of getting Rachel Berry very, very, hot, and together of sending her into orbit.
First, though, she needed to change the names of her characters, to avoid embarrassing any of the players or their relatives and to avoid potential lawsuits. An apt name for the "heroine" was easy: Molly, after Molly Bloom in Joyce's Ulysses. Molly was part Jewish and an accomplished concert singer. Her husband, whom she was cuckolding, was an Irish Jew. The novel ends with her long stream-of-consciousness soliloquy, the last words being "and yes I said yes I will Yes" to indicate the female's role in determining acquiescence to male desire and accepting the erotic life-force.
Noah, known to most as "Puck," was to be called "Finn" to honor Twain's great novel and its feral, eponymous scamp. Finn was to be called "Huck" to complete the duality, set up the psychological ambiguity, confuse a potential jury, and pay homage to Bergman's film Persona. (I told you the bitch was brilliant and well-read, didn't I?) Okay, fasten your seat belts and unfasten your pants belts, Rachel's story is about to take off.