Brittany was on the floor, her back against the bed, her own textbook open on her legs. They had been studying for over an hour and Brittany was quickly reaching the limits of her attention span as it pertained to scholastic pursuits.

"Are we almost done studying? I'm bored," she sighed, twirling the end of her ponytail around a finger. "Let's do something fun instead."

Quinn didn't look up, only half-listening as she focused intently on conjugating verbs that ended in 'ir', "Oh yeah, like what?"

"My parents are gone until late, so we could get out Edward," Brittany said.

It took a moment for what Brittany said to breach Quinn's consciousness. But when it did she turned with a confused expression in Brittany's direction.

"Who's Edward?"

Brittany tilted her head back to look at Quinn with a mischievous grin.

"I'll give you a hint, he's pretty... and he's hard... and glittery. Actually that's three hints," she said with furrowed brows.

Quinn's head rocked back with horror.

"NO. MA'AM."

Brittany was confused by Quinn's vehemence. "What, you don't want to play with Edward?"

Quinn was indignant, "We are NOT calling the...the...thing, 'Edward'!"

Brittany got up on her knees and turned around to put her elbows on the bed. "You're right; Edward is kind of a douchebag. Jasper, then."

Quinn scowled, "Britt, why do we have to call it anything? It's not a damn puppy!"

Brittany pouted, "Q, we have to call it something!"

"Why?"

"Because, you can't even say 'dildo' without looking like you're going to cry."

Quinn scoffed, "That is so not true."

Brittany just looked at her, one eyebrow raised.

Quinn gritted her teeth, "Fine. D-dildo. Dildo. DILDO." She gave a smug smirk.

Brittany quirked her mouth and rolled her eyes, "It doesn't count if you're just saying it to be snarky."

Quinn groaned and threw herself back against the pillows, "You're killing me Britt, seriously."

Brittany giggled at Quinn's dramatics and then climbed up on the bed. She unfolded Quinn's legs and then settled herself between them. She pressed a quick kiss to Quinn's mouth. Holding herself up, she looked down at the other girl with wide, pleading eyes.

Quinn sighed, "You're not going to let this go, are you?"

Brittany shook her head slowly from side to side.

Quinn rolled her eyes and then gave in to the inevitable, "Fine, but not Jasper either. He always looks constipated."

Brittany's grin lit up her face as she did a little shimmy of joy on top of Quinn.

Quinn bit her lip, enjoying the momentary friction the action caused. She grasped Brittany's hips to bring her tight against her.

Brittany's grin turned sly as she realized the other girl was finally beginning to get in the 'fun' spirit. She dipped her head and flicked her tongue against the pulse point on Quinn's throat.

"Emmett's my favorite anyway," she began as she kissed and nipped her way up to Quinn's jaw line. "He's the fun one."

"Plus he's big," she thrust her hips against Quinn's and hazel eyes fluttered shut.

"And thick." She rolled her hips again and Quinn moaned.

"And he gets to fuck that hottie, Rosalie."

Quinn's eyes snapped open at the expletive. Brittany was sweet and innocent in many ways, but when it came to the bedroom she could be exquisitely naughty and it turned Quinn on to no end.

"Go get Emmett," she growled, hazel eyes intense and darkening.

"And lock the door."

Triumphant and happy that fun times were imminent, Brittany scrambled quickly off the bed to obey.