((Anon prompt: BrittanaBerry in a bar, Rachel gets hit on a lot and jealous Brittana make it well known who Rachel belongs with and head home with their diva.))
It wasn't that they weren't happy, so to speak, about it.
Obviously they knew how hot their hobbit-sized diva was. Because like, those legs, and that mouth. And like- Seriously.
But that was the thing. She was theirs. And while Santana and Brittany had no problem with other people realizing that their girl was super hot, and were totally okay with people telling said hobbit that she was hot, they laid the line down on other people trying to show their girl how hot they thought she was.
Like Hipster-Butch Number 4 over there, who was getting a little too close on the dance floor of the bar and club. Or Gothy-Femme 2.0, who was seriously going to lose her hands if they didn't leave the diva's ass real soon.
"I'mma cut a bitch, Britt," growled Santana from her spot at the bar, arms crossed tightly under her ample chest and scowl securely in place. The blonde next to her, who although not scowling was frowning in a terrifyingly cold way, nodded. Without a word she stood from her stool and began walking towards a vaguely overwhelmed looking Rachel Berry, and Santana followed closely behind her.
The moment Rachel laid eyes on them relief washed over her features, and in the blink of an eye Santana in front of her (shoving some chick with not enough hair and too much make-up out of her way with a hip check) and Brittany was behind her (sending a Goth-wannabe in weirdly fluffy dress crashing into another couple), and both were pressing in close.
"Enjoying the attention, Rach?" whispered Santana directly into the smaller girl's left ear, causing her to shiver, as well as grin, a light flush already appearing across her cheeks. And it wasn't from dancing.
Brittany settled her hands over the front of Rachel's thighs, Santana's hands firmly gripping the girl's hips, and leaned in next to the other ear. "She totally is, San. She loves attention." The blond dancer nipped Rachel's ear, causing her to gasp in surprise and arousal.
Shaking her head, leaning back into Brittany and grinding forward into Santana, Rachel allowed a small smirk of her own. "Take me home then," she challenged.
Santana and Brittany locked eyes, pressed tighter into Rachel, and both bit into either side of her neck at the same time. By the time they drew away there were two very dark, very prominent marks on Rachel's neck, and she was little more than a hot mess. Without wasting any more time the three were out of the bar and down the street to their shoebox apartment, and Rachel got exactly the kind of attention she wanted.