A/N: I do not own Glee nor the characters within. Well, this is a new thing for me. I've written Rachel/Santana/Brittany, but I've never written Rachel/Santana/Sam (i.e. female/female/female vs. female/female/male) before. But I got inspired by one of my 100 words drabbles (which I've included here, and was requested by SammmLG, to give credit), and this is the result. Yes, I am planning this to be an ongoing story, and I've already figured out the plot. Go me!
Even though this story will endgame with Pezberry, it also will contain Samtana, Samchel, probably some degree of Brittana, Finchel, Fuinn and Fabrevans, and of course Samchelpez as well. So het and femslash and threesome warnings. If anything else comes up, I'll make note of it.
Also, M for a reason. Same het and femslash and threesome warnings apply. Hope you enjoy~
Rachel was drunk for the first time. It was bubbly and fun even if she was hearing things.
Finishing the song, Rachel dropped the microphone and weaved over. "San-Santana?" she mumbled, completely ignoring Sam by shoving herself between him and Santana.
"¿Enana?" Santana eyed her, laughing at Sam's affronted grunt.
Confused further by the Spanish, Rachel stared at her, then leaned forward. "Santana," she repeated slowly, "You… Want me…?"
Santana's unfocused eyes darted to Rachel's lips.
"Wow, how drunk are you, Rachel?" Sam snickered, only to whimper when Rachel and Santana suddenly started furiously making out on top of him.
Sam was a very hard mattress. He was warm and strong and smelled pretty good, but there was something about the girl using her as a mattress that felt a bit better. She was softer, warm as well, and at least her shampoo smelled amazing. Though it should have freaked Rachel out that Santana was draped over her, it didn't so much when a horrible, pounding headache reminded her what had happened the night before.
Of course, with memory of drinking came memory of what happened during drinking. Or, rather, what happened after Santana's mouth attached to hers, her upper chest pressing against her so heavily that Rachel fell back, arching and grinding into both the girl on top of her and the boy trapped under her. After about a minute of losing herself in Santana's plump lips and wet tongue, her body pushing down onto her, and the smell and taste of her, Sam's hands suddenly came up to move what he could of Rachel's hair to the side.
She became aware of Sam's hot breath on the back of her neck, but she didn't have time to figure out what she should do because Santana had just sucked her tongue into her mouth at the same time Sam's cute lips brushed across her skin. His hands then slid down her arms, dropping down to grip her hips.
"I'm not quite sure what's going on," Sam muttered, moving one of his hands ostensibly up to his girlfriend's waist, "But it's hot." He accented the comment with a nibble to where her neck met her shoulder.
Gasping, Rachel could feel her muzzy brain trying to catch up to everything going on. All she really knew was that Santana was an amazing kisser and Rachel wanted her body closer, and that Sam, who had spread his legs so Rachel could settle closer against him, Santana almost straddling Rachel and him, a hand flung back to tangle in the hair at the nape of her boyfriend's neck as he continued nibbling and sucking his way up Rachel's neck, towards her jaw, was doing amazing things to her libido as well.
Rachel was sandwiched between two of the hottest people she knew, both of their lips vying for her attention, and though part of her knew it was insane and ill-advised and she was drunk and they were on the couch where everyone could see them, she'd also never been as so turned on as she was. It may have been the alcohol and the memory of Finn's hurtful comments from earlier, but what was happening was really, really, really exciting.
And then Sam's hand moved up to tug her head sideways, breaking her kiss with Santana only to cover her lips with his own a second later, Santana dipping down to nip at the tightened tendon of her neck. A loud whimper escaped from her throat, Sam's tongue dipping into her mouth. Giving a low, smoky chuckle, Santana tensed her legs on either side of Rachel's thighs, slid one hand down to press tightly against Rachel's abs, and managed to whisper huskily into her ear. "Look at you, Berry. Trouty Mouth and me… Guess you're not so straight," she rolled her hips forward, making Rachel's stomach tremble, curling her tongue around her earlobe, "Laced after all, huh?"
Sam nibbled on Rachel's lower lip and his arm pulled her closer into his body; she could feel his other arm brushing past her as he wrapped it around Santana as well. The heat building up between the three of them was starting to make her pant, her thighs squirming as she started getting more and more aroused.
She must be very, very drunk.
It was great.
Moving one hand to clutch at Sam's arm wrapped around her waist, fingers tingling at the muscles she could feel shifting under his skin, she curled her other arm around Santana's shoulders.
Her mind still barely to catch up with everything happening, she managed to whisper through kiss-swollen lips when Santana moved up to tug Sam away from her and kiss him deeply, "I just want you guys to know that your faces both taste awesome, too." Both of their bodies vibrated against her in laughter, and they broke apart to smirk at her.
Looking back and forth into Santana and Sam's lust-darkened eyes, Rachel licked her lips, yelled a mental, 'Screw it! This needs to happen someday for my memoir, right? …God, they both taste so awesome,' and closed her eyes. Puckering her lips, waiting for whomever it would be to kiss her again, the next thing she knew was that she was giggling madly with Sam attached to her back as they tried to walk up the stairs like that, Santana being mean and not helping by laughing uproariously at the top (and maybe there was Finn and Quinn yelling before that? Rachel couldn't [didn't] want to remember for sure). Then, the three of them were stumbling into Rachel's bedroom, Santana pushing her up against the door as it closed behind them, kissing her deeply and body flushed solidly against hers. After that, Rachel was propped against her headboard, dressed in her bra and underwear, arms wrapped solidly around a similarly (un)dressed Santana, the both of them laughing as Sam almost tripped while stripping off his shirt and jeans, leaving him in only his briefs. Eyes dilating at the amazing sight of his bare chest, he had barely crawled onto the bed when Rachel jumped forward and pushed him onto his back, settling her knees on either side of his hips, propped above him and not able to decide what she wanted to do first: feel with her hands or tongue. Santana suddenly draped across her back, a hand sliding down Rachel's arm to wrap around hers.
"C'mon, Berry," she hissed hotly into her ear, dragging her bra-encased breasts up and down against Rachel's back, "Don't just look at him." Pushing their joined hands forward, Rachel whimpered when not only did Sam's muscles jump under her palm, but Santana's other hand teasingly started tracing the waistband of her boy shorts. "Fuuuuck," Sam moaned, staring at the two girls in front of him with a hungry look on his face, "Damn, never thought I'd be seeing or doing this."
"With me?" Rachel inquired in a high voice, shivering at the combined feelings of Sam and Santana against her skin. She felt a sudden spike of insecurity well up.
"No," Santana placed sloppy kisses around her jaw, letting Rachel pull her hand out from under hers as she leaned forward to reach more of Sam, "I think the choir boy means ever. Besides." She let her now free hand join her other one in fingering Rachel's waistband, cupping her hipbones, "You're fuckin' hot when you're out of that hideous nightgown."
Using his elbow to sit up, Sam scooted forward to push himself against Rachel's chest, and she gasped at the sensation. "Rachel," he looked at her directly, "This is not just because of the alcohol, I swear."
Rachel blinked, nodding slightly. She was too aware of how near to nakedness they all were, and her heart was pounding and even if she felt insecure, she didn't want it to end. Not yet. So she leaned forward and crashed her lips against Sam's, sliding her arms around his neck.
"Fuck yeah," Santana moaned, "This should not be turning me on as much as it is."
Sucking one of Sam's amazingly soft lips into her mouth, Rachel removed one of her arms to reach blindly back. Even with three people, she thought it awfully unfair to leave someone out. Managing to tangle her fingers into Santana's hair, she tensed her thighs to roll her hips backwards and forwards. Grinding her ass into Santana's pelvis, making the other girl's fingernails bite into her skin, on every upstroke she pushed and dragged her breasts against Sam's chest. The temperature in the room grew, and Rachel felt hotter and hotter.
It wasn't long until all three teenagers were moaning shamelessly and falling into an adapted dry humping train, beading sweat making it easier. Rachel steadily became aware of Sam's erection brushing against her, and she whimpered, twisting as Santana's fingers started slipping lower and lower under her underwear as she rocked against her ass.
Though drunk, she wasn't sure if she was ready for where things were going. But it felt so good that she was starting to tremble with the effort of continuing her swinging. Catching her faltering, Sam dropped his hands to Rachel's waist, pulling her down and into him. He pressed against her solidly, and she could feel his throbbing through their underwear. Pushing her stomach against Sam's fingers, Santana kept her own against Sam's abs as she continued drawing circles along Rachel's skin. "Relax," Sam grunted, his muscles tightening with the effort of keeping himself upright with his legs stretched out in front of him.
Gasping and moaning and nodding, Rachel had to bring her arm down from Santana to brace herself against Sam's sternum. The fabric of her underwear was bunching and stretching and she was so wet it was obscene, Sam managing to rub all the right places with each stroke. Santana's hair fell down around her neck and shoulders, smelling amazing and tickling her, her breath hot and moist against the side of her neck, and Rachel keened when the other girl started chewing on her, equal parts panting and sucking and nibbling. Dimly she knew she was going to have a nasty hickey, but did she care? No.
Dropping his chin onto Rachel's shoulder and breathing heavily, muscles starting to twitch as he started muttering "Shit shit shit shit fucking god, Rachel, ah crap, I'm…"
Riding him furiously, able to feel it through his whole body as he got closer and closer to coming, Rachel felt her own orgasm building, everything rushing into a point between Sam's cock and Santana's fingers that were now almost completely under her underwear and just above where Rachel suddenly needed her the most.
Slamming her eyes shut and sucking in as much air as she could, Rachel forced out, "San-Santana."
Santana's body was starting to vibrate as she desperately bucked into Rachel's backside. "Ye-ah?" she swallowed thickly, sitting back a little to cant her hips up into a better angle and groaning so sexily it made Rachel pulse even harder.
Sam gripped Rachel even tighter, pulling her up and down against him as strongly as he could. She couldn't hold back her moans any longer, and she started shaking with all of the energy swirling around them. "Are… Are you clo – ? Oh goodness, oh, I – ah, Sam, yes, yes, Santana touch me!"
And the exact moment right before Sam let out a loud, guttural moan, crushing both Rachel and Santana's fingers against him, Santana had slid her hand down to roll around her clit, and Rachel screamed, coming and pulsing and clenching and bucking, arching her back so she could feel Santana's heaving breasts. As Sam throbbed and jumped under her, hands heavy on her waist, Rachel forced herself to move her hand back, weak from the waves of pleasure still moving through her. Santana's skin slick with sweat, Rachel tried to move downwards along her stomach. Jerking as she slipped lower, Santana thrust herself forward, her free hand crushing Rachel's as she ended up pushing her under her underwear. "Fuck, Berry," Santana slammed her forehead into Rachel's shoulder as, even with her awkward angle, Rachel managed to slide through Santana's copious arousal, biting her lip and moaning at how hot and wet and swollen she felt. Curling her fingers, she rubbed up and down, concentrating on the general area of her clit, and before long Santana was shuddering, releasing into her hand as her other hand tensed against Rachel, causing a small aftershock to rush through her.
Panting heavily, all three teens slumped together. Her heart pounding and feeling like she was overheating, Rachel let both Sam and Santana use her to lean against. In a way, they were both keeping her upright, which was good because she was extra weak.
Eventually, Sam groaned. "I need to lie down," he murmured, breath hot against Rachel's skin.
"I… Wouldn't mind lying down as well," Rachel nodded, idly petting Sam's hair.
Santana sat up. Taking Rachel's hand out of her underwear, as well as her own out of Rachel's, they both shivered as they slid along each other again. Santana then pulled her leg up and rolled sideways to splay out on her back. "That…" she sighed huskily, voice deep and sated, cracking an eye open to meet Rachel's gaze, "Was fuckin' amazing."
All Rachel wanted to do was sleep. Squeezing Sam's shoulder, she pulled her own leg from around him and slumped down next to Santana. The muscles in her legs and abs objected, but she felt too warm and happy to really care. "I agree," she yawned, moving onto her back, her shoulder pressing against Santana's as one of her legs was thrown over Sam's. She normally would have more to say, but her mind and body felt too happy.
Sam dropped back, just barely missing hitting Rachel's shoulder. "Oh, sorry," he mumbled, reaching out a hand to pat Rachel's thigh.
"It's fine," Rachel's eyelashes fluttered shut, "I know… You didn't mean it."
"Cool."
Rachel was almost asleep when a rather coherent thought made her force herself to sit up.
"What are you doing?" Santana muttered, rolling onto her side but keeping her eyes closed.
"You guys are boyfriend and girlfriend, so I just thought you would like to be alone. Or, at the very least, lie together."
Santana opened an eye and reached up to yank her down. "For fuck's sake, Berry, just go to sleep."
"But – "
"Nope," Sam interrupted, rolling onto his side so he faced Rachel as well, "We're not kicking you out of your own bed. …This is your own bed, right?"
"Then let me at least move to one side so – "
Santana groaned in annoyance, then propped herself up on her elbow and leant over to kiss her silent. Instantly returning the kiss, Rachel wrapped her arms around Santana to pull her on top of her. There was just something about Santana being on top of her that Rachel found she loved.
The bed shifted under her as Sam scooted closer. "Uhm… If you guys continue doing that, we're either going to have to do it again or I'm going to have to disappear into the bathroom. And," he shook his head, raising his eyebrows at them, "I really don't want to have to do that."
Pulling away slightly, Santana smirked down at Rachel and rolled their pelvises together. "What do you say?" she lowered her voice, using a hand to trail down Rachel's neck and over her chest, fingertips dancing, "Still got some mack in your surprisingly fuckin' hot body?"
Rachel licked her lips and whimpered, nodding. "I," she coughed, arching into Santana's hand and meeting Sam's darkening gaze, "I believe I do."
"Then," Santana's smirk widened, and she shifted so she was draped over Rachel's side, "Get over here, Bieber."
Sam grinned widely, managing to look boyish and devastatingly sexy at the same time, "Don't have to ask twice."
And for the third time that night, Rachel found herself as an unlikely (but very, very eager) addition to the relationship the glee club had dubbed Samtana. Situating herself on Santana while Sam held his girlfriend from behind, Rachel smiled hungrily at them and moved forward to start running her tongue closer and closer to the cups of Santana's silk bra. Hearing the girl's whimper and feeling her pleasure, Rachel was sure she was definitely wanted.
However, the part of her that was sobering before Santana made a run downstairs for more alcohol, coming back with news that everyone else had already left and shoving more wine coolers at her, some part of Rachel wondered if she would still be wanted in the morning.
But then the wonderful taste of pink spread through her system, her sex drive jumped up again, Sam's cute lips were soft and talented and his abs went on for miles, Santana's tongue was a dangerous weapon and her body was sexy perfection…
And Rachel stopped caring about anything else except her body, Sam's body, and Santana's body all moving together. That was much more fun.
Much, much more fun.