A/N: Since I got such amazing reviews from my last story(Parental Control), I decided to make a tiny sequel to it. I present, Fondue for Four as my gift to you good people.

I own nothing, literally.


One hour before Showtime..

"Britt, everything is set up whenever you're ready to go," Santana says as she finishes setting the table.

"Thanks San! Quinn said she'll be over in fifteen. What about Rachel?"

"I've got it covered. I'm going over there to get her in a bit."

"Cool." Brittany makes her way out of the bathroom and over to her vanity table.

Santana couldn't help but take in the sight of her freshly showered girlfriend. It always intoxicated her and like a drug, she needed her fix. "Britt, I was thinking maybe we can get some sweet lady kisses in before the show." Santana says as she walks up behind the blonde and places a soft kiss on her shoulder.

"I don't think that's a good idea. Quinn will be here any minute now."

"So? She'll just have to wait outside." Santana places another small kiss on Brittany's neck this time. "Please?"

"We can't Santana," Brittany sighs. "Look, I promise I'll make it up to you after the show."

Santana loosens the towel that is wrapped firmly around Brittany's body. "Come on, It'll be quick," she says as she admires her girlfriend's now very naked figure. She reaches around and cups one of her breasts.

A soft moan escapes Brittany's lips."We can't San," she breaths.

"Come on, you know you want to."

As soon as Brittany is about to give in, the door opens and Quinn walks in.

"Are you guys serious? This is what, the fourth time this month? Do you not know how to lock doors or something?" Quinn is standing in the entrance of the door, her arms folded and her eyebrow raised.

"Do you not know how to fucking knock, Cockblock? Or just turn around and act like you didn't see anything?" Santana replies now royally pissed.

Brittany pushes from out of Santana's embrace and goes to get dressed. "Hey Quinn!" She greets. "Do you want to help me with my hair and makeup?"

"Sure."

"San, you go get um, some uh, berries! So we can get this show started."

"Whatever," Santana groans. "But we are finishing this tonight," she points out as she leaves to go get their second guest.

"Why do you need berries for the show?"

"They're for um, to make berry facials! Yea that's it."

"Oh cool," Quinn replies, oblivious as to what will actually unfold for her this evening. Quinn is in for an awesome surprise!

Thirty minutes later and it's Showtime!

*Fondue for Two! Fondue for Two! That's some hot dish! Fondue for Two!*

"Hello I'm Brittany S. Pierce and welcome to another episode of Fondue for Two. This week we have a bacon fondue for our very special guest, Quinn Fabray. It's not really a bacon fondue but just a pot full of bacon."

"Delicious," Quinn adds.

"So if you didn't know, Quinn was my father's choice on Parental Control and was in the final two with Santana. I didn't pick her but we became good friends after the show and now San and I are helping her find love."

Quinn almost spits out her bacon, almost. "What? Brittany you told me that we were going to discuss hair and makeup tips and eat bacon."

"Yea well we fooled you Lucy."

"Please don't call me that."

"Anyway, Santana is on her way over here with a friend of ours that we think you'll like."

"That won't be necessary. I like being single."

"Don't be silly Quinn. I see how you look at Santana and I when we do basically anything together."

"That's because you do basically anything in front of me."

"Before they arrive, why don't you tell the viewers what you like in a girl."

"I'm not doing this Brittany."

Brittany's smile falters a bit. "You know, bacon is one of Lord Tubbington's favourite treats. Maybe I should let him have the bacon fondue for dinner."

"No," Quinn gasps. "You wouldn't dare."

"Try me Quinn."

"I'm starting to think that you are the true evil mastermind in this relationship and Santana is just your whipped little puppy."

Brittany turns to the camera and smiles. "I'm not going to confirm or deny that alligator."

"You mean allegation right?"

"That's what I said. So answer the question."

"Fine. What I look for in a girl is-"

Before Quinn finishes her sentence, they hear a thud and a scream from out in the hallway.

"Ouch! Berry you did not just fucking bite me!"

"Santana I refuse to be treated like some piece of meat! You cannot come into my home, throw a bag over my head and shove me into the backseat of your car and expect me to be okay with it!"

"Oh it seems like our other guest has arrived!" Brittany smiles.

The door opens and Santana walks in, pulling Rachel along.

"Everybody please welcome Santana Lopez and Rachel Berry to the show."

Santana makes her way over to her seat. "Hey Britt-Britt, Quinn."

Quinn just glares at her.

"Britt I assume you already told Quinn about what we actually have planned for tonight?"

"Yes and she's going to be a good sport about it if she doesn't want anything bad to happen to her beloved bacon."

"If someone does not tell me what is going on this instant, I'm blowing my rape whistle!" Rachel demands but smiles at the camera after.

"Oh right, I'm sorry Rachel, where are my manners?" Brittany apologizes. "Rachel I would like you to meet Quinn Fabray and Quinn, this is Rachel Berry."

"It's a pleasure to meet you Quinn Fabray but I am still bemused as to why Santana dragged me kicking and screaming over here."

"Well we are going to play some games and we wanted a fourth player."

"And there were no other means of inviting me over? like making a phone call and letting me come here by my free will?"

Santana rolls her eyes. "You're always complaining Man Hands."

Rachel looks from Brittany to Santana and her eyes land on Quinn, hoping to get some answers.

"Don't look at me," Quinn replies as she puts another strip of bacon in her mouth. "I only came for the goods."

"Just relax Berry, we are all here to have fun." Santana smirks.

"I was already having fun Santana. I was in the middle of my one woman rendition of the Wizard of Oz when-"

"Rachel, the show is only an hour long and I can't afford for you to take up most of it with your ridiculously long bedtime stories."

"What are you talking about Brittany? What bedtime stories?"

"She means your long ass, boring rants about absolutely nothing," Santana replies.

"Yea, I assumed they were bedtime stories since they always put me to sleep."

Rachel folds her arms and frowns. "I don't have to put up with this you know. I can always leave."

"I'd like to see you try Yentl," Santana scoffs.

"So let's get back to business guys. What do we have in store for our viewers tonight Santana?"

"Well Britt, we'll first start off with some juicy gossip, then go into a little game with our special guests and finally answer some viewer mail."

"Is that a pot full of bacon?" Rachel interrupts, pointing to the pot Quinn is obviously guarding.

"Why yes it is. Feel free to eat as much as you like."

"I'm a vegan."

Brittany blinks and smiles. "Right so let's start the show off with some gossip!"

"Me first!" Santana grins. "I heard that a certain ex-warbler was caught locking lips with some tranny at Scandals, the gay bar over at West Lima."

"What? That is not true Santana! Blaine would never do that to Kurt!"

"I didn't say it was Blaine, Hobbit."

"Then who else could it be? Blaine is the only person-"

"Shut the fuck up Berry!"

"Santana, Kurt is my best gay friend and I'm not going to just sit here and watch you ruin his relationship with those nasty rumours!"

"Bitch if you open your mouth one more time, I will ends you."

"Why don't we move on to the next juicy gossip!" Brittany interjects. "Rumour has it that two of Coach Sylvester's top Cheerios do the nasty in her office after cheerleading practice."

"Britt, that's us."

"That's why I can confirm this as 100% true."

"Next rumour," Santana continues. "Legitimate sources have confirmed that Mc Kinley High's loveable football coach whose last name rhymes with yeast, turns into a low end call girl by night and that a certain Spanish teacher and glee club director is her number one client."

"Ok Santana that is just ridiculous," Rachel interrupts. "Mr. Schuester and Ms. Pillsbury are in love and Coach Beiste does not transform into a prostitute at night."

"Do you have any proof?"

"Do you?"

"Oh I heard that glee club's diva number two broke up with her bf to be with a crispy, golden brown treat and that they are engaged to be married," Brittany adds.

"I heard that she was caught shoving tots up her-"

"Santana!"

"Quinn, do you have any juicy gossip to share with us?"

"Mmmm hffbg gdrrr."

"Ok, since Quinn's mouth is full of bacon strips, we are going to move on to our next item for this evening. Santana?"

"Ok this game will test how well you know your partner. I'm going to give each of you two sheets of paper. On one of them you are to write down five things that you like and on the other, you'll write five things you think your partner likes. The couple with the most correct matches wins."

"That isn't fair! I don't know anything about Ms. Quinn Fabray but that she likes bacon!" Rachel argues.

"That's the spirit Rachel. So let's begin! Santana set the timer to ten minutes."

"Alright. Oh and the winners get to dare the losers to do whatever they want them to do."

"Wait!"

"And start!"

Ten minutes later...

"Ok, I think we had more than enough time, so pencils and papers down! Let's start with Quinn. What are the five things you like?" Brittany begins.

"Well my top five in no specific order are: Bacon, dresses, meaningless tattoos, having big plans and church."

"Seriously Fabray? Those five things are boring as fuck."

"Santana don't be mean. Thank you for sharing those Quinn. Rachel what did you write down for Quinn?"

"I wrote bacon as my first and most confident answer because of the way she kept eyeing the pot. From the cross pendant on her necklace I figured she was religious so I wrote Jesus as my next answer."

"Just list the fucking things Rudolph the big nose reindeer! We don't need an explanation," Santana yells.

"Fine," Rachel huffs. "I wrote ice cream and chocolate for the next two things and nothing else since I barely know her."

"We'll give you a point for Jesus since it's related to the thing that Quinn called earlier, a church is it? Anyway, tell us what you wrote down now Rachel."

"These are my top five things, in order of my most favourite for this week. Even though we were only given an allotted time of ten minutes, it is in my nature to always come prepared. I actually already had a list of my most favourite things in which I carry on my person at all times and-"

"Jesus Fucking Christ Berry! I'll read your answers!"

"Yes, please read them out Santana."

"They are: Rachel Berry, Barbra Streisand, Funny Girl, horses and Kids R' Us."

"Now Quinn what do you have?"

"Animals, ugly sweaters, talking, herself and musicals."

"I'll give you a point for all those answers since they were close enough."

"Nice going Fabray."

"That brings you guys to a total of seven points! Not bad."

"Ok, it's our turn," Santana states. "Britt you go first."

"For my list of things I wrote: Santana, Unicorns, Lord Tubbington, sweet lady kisses and dancing."

"Ok I wrote: Me, Lord T, dancing, sweet lady kisses and ducks."

"Four out of five, awesome! Now it's your turn San."

"I have: Brittany, BreadstiX, sweet lady kisses, Sweet Valley High and scissoring."

"I have: Me, BreadstiX, bling, sweet lady kisses, and Kim Kardashian's sex tape."

"Wait what? Britt what happened to the plan? You were supposed to only get one answer wrong."

"I know but I wanted to spice things up."

"Let me see that paper." Santana takes the paper from Brittany and reads it herself. "Brittany, you got four out of five too."

"I know that Santana but as I said before, I want to make things more interesting."

"So you guys were going to cheat?"

"That was the plan Rachel but plans are meant to be broken. Right Quinn?"

" Um yea, right. So since it's a tie that means no one gets to dare anybody?"

"No Quinn, that means we all get to dare each other."

"Britt are you sure about this?"

"Positive Santana. Stop being such a worry wart and let's get on with the show."

"Whatever."

Brittany turns to Rachel and Quinn. "So why don't you guys start first!"

"Well I haven't had anything prepared for this sort of event. Maybe if you gave Quinn and I a few minutes to discuss some ideas over..."

"I dare you guys to flash the camera," Quinn cuts in.

"No. Way."

"Ok."

"Brittany!"

"San, It's a dare, you have to do it."

"No we don't have to do anything!"

"If you guys won't do your dare then we won't do ours." Quinn smiles.

"It won't be so bad," Brittany says to Santana. "It would be just like that time at Puck's party."

Santana folds her arms and crosses her legs. "I'm not doing it."

"Please San? I'll make it up to you with sweet lady kisses and breadsticks."

Santana shakes her head. She is not giving in this time. Not even if Brittany is giving her that adorable pout and those puppy dog eyes. No. Way."Fine, whatever," she gives in and says. She is so whipped.

"Yay! Ok on the count of three...One, Three!"

The girls hoist their blouses over their heads and flashes the camera leaving Rachel flustered and hot.

"Nice." Quinn nods.

"That was fun! Ok now it's our turn! I dare you guys to kiss!"

Rachel's whole face turns red immediately. "Well uh Brittany I'm not sure if I can follow through with that request."

"Why not Kreacher?" Santana scowls.

"Because I have never kissed a girl before and I don't think Quinn is up to it either." Rachel looks over to Quinn for backup but she was too busy, well you know, eating bacon to care.

"We did our dare and now it's time to do yours."

"I can't."

Brittany smiles and straightens her shirt. "If you don't want to find a horse's head in your bed, I suggest you do the dare Rachel."

"What?"

"Let's just get this over with." Quinn grabs the smaller girl and pulls her in for a kiss. They pull apart and Quinn could swear she saw fireworks.

"Um, wow that was um," Rachel stammers.

"Yea," Quinn replies.

"I uh need to use the bathroom," Rachel says as she jumps up from the bed.

"I'll show you where it is."

"Ok, lead the way Ms. Fabray."

They make their way to the bathroom, leaving Brittany and Santana alone.

"Well that was disgusting." Santana yawns.

"While we leave those two to do their business, let's read some viewer mail. Santana?

"It seems like we only have time for three Britt-Britt."

"Aaw, ok let's hear them."

"This is from WatsUpCup and he or she wrote: Brittany I love your show! Last week's ep on gay sharks was informative and hilarious! I also love your outfits and was wondering if you could tell me where you shop and if you would ever consider going into fashion design?"

"Well WatsUpCup, the truth is, Lord Tubbington picks out what clothes I wear and my mom does most of my wardrobe shopping. I find elevators confusing and I forget to take off the clothes I've tried on from time to time so I try not to shop alone. No, I have never considered going into fashion design, I'll leave that to my cat. Next question."

"This one is from SamIam and he writes: Hey Brittany, what's up? It's me Sam from the show. I saw you, Santana and Quinn hanging out the other day at the mall. I tried to call but you pretended like you didn't hear me. Anyways- Britt?" Santana stops. "Do I really have to finish this shit?"

"No you don't Santana. Move on to the next question."

"Ok the last one is from LocaMotta and it says: Love, love, love the show Brittany but I feel like it's missing something or someone. I'm rich, hot and talented and I think I'll make a perfect edition to Fondue for Two. Why don't you give me a call and we'll talk."

"Thanks for the suggestion LocaMotta, but I have all the help I need now that my Sanny Bear jumped on board. So you can just chug your little choo-choo train-wreck someplace else, because if you think you can, think again."

"Well said Britt-Britt."

" Thanks San. Well it looks like that's all the time we have for today. Let's thank our very special guests Quinn Fabray and Rachel Berry for stopping by."

Quinn and Rachel re-enter the bedroom fixing their clothes, their faces flushed and their lips swollen.

Brittany continues, "And be sure to tune in next week where we'll be discussing ways to use a curling iron in a bathtub over our ever popular chocolate fondue!"

"Brittany if I may, I would like to close the show with a number by one of my all time favourite performers, Celine Dion."

"Sure."

"Really?"

"No."

Fondue for Two!


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Oh and for the record, I really do love Sam.