Title: You are Special

Rating: Pg-13 (eventually NC-17)

Pairing: Santana/Brittany/Quinn, Santana/Brittany (eventually Faberry)

Summary: Santana and Brittney take Quinn out to cheer her up and give her what she needs.

AN: Songs are Your guts by reel big fish and Rachel sings her own version of Lady sovereign Sad ass stripper. Rachel changed the lyrics to fit the song for Santana, so they are a bit different. Thanks again for all the reviews!

After placing 12th at Nationals Santana had lost her mind, all because of Rachel and Finn's kiss. She wouldn't have cared so much if they at least placed, but no. Over the next few days Santana had come up with a plan and made a voodoo doll of Rachel, but Brittany and Quinn took it away. "You can't help falling in love with someone, they love each other. I don't think I could stop myself from kissing you, National championship or not." Brittany leaned forward and pressed her lips against Santana's and smiled as the latina kissed her back. "We don't need that stupid championship, we have each other." So instead she decided to ignore Rachel Berry and Finn Hudson for the rest of the school year.

The last day of Glee club and Santana really wanted to skip it, but Brittany wouldn't let her. So she linked pinkies with Brittany and walked in with a scowl on her face and sat next to Quinn. Not long after Mr. Schue came into view and smiled, "I just want to say how much I appreciate everyone's hard work this year. You've all worked so hard and we made it to nationals this year, so today-" Santana drowned him out and scooted her seat closer to Brittany. She was rubbing her thumb over her hand lovingly and she sighed contently, this was how she always wanted it to be. When Quinn nudged her she looked up to see her pointing to Mr. Schue and sighed. "Santana do you have anything you want to sing?" she thought about it for a second and smiled.

"I was trolling on line and started to youtube songs for this occasion, so I like to sing for you now my cooler version of Your guts by reel big fish. This song is for Finn and Rachel, I hope you like it." Santana looked over at Rachel and Finn and stuck up her middle finger.

I wrote this song about you
I wrote this song about you
Just to let you know that I hate your guts
And I think you suck
I wrote this song about you
I wrote this song about you
Just to let you know that I hate your guts
And I think you suck

I hate the way you look
(You make me sick)
I hate the way you talk
(I wanna punch you in the face)
I can't stand you at all
(You drive me insane)
Why won't you go away?

I wrote this song about you
I wrote this song about you
Just to let you know that I hate your guts
And I think you suck

Smirking she sat down and relinked pinkies with Brittany and smiled sweetly. Everyone else was amused but by the look of it Mr. Schue wasn't. "Anyone else?"

"I have one Mr. Schue, for Santana." Rachel stood up and glared, Mr. Schue nodded his head and knew this was a mistake. "I think it fits her perfectly." Santana glared and watched as Rachel slid off her sweater and grabbed mike's hat from his head. "I do have to apologize because I don't normally rap, but I think its appropriate for this point in time and I will be changing lyrics around for Ms. Santana Lopez." Mr. Schue sighed, this wasn't going over well.

what the hell?

You was born in a caravan,

That don't make you ghetto

I seen more ghetto in posh spice's stelleto

You chat like a brunette but i swear your a blonde

what's that, your life is over

popularity equivalent to a spec on a radar

Is your chatter done yet?

Tell me as soon cause ur annoyin' ma ears

with your bullshit walk and

bullshit talk and

your half ass performances

and your sad ass advances

you closeted lesbian

whom thinks she is hiddin'

but your flying high in the sky

rainbow flag waving high

peace.

Santana was on her feet in seconds and after Rachel, Puck jumped up and held her back. Santana was cursing in spanish and now it was Mr. Schue's turn to say something. He yelled in spanish for her to sit down and she stilled, "That's enough guys, I was going to take you to breadsticks but I don't think I will. Rachel, Santana you two will not be going unless you can behave for the rest of Glee club. This is not what we are about, we are not going to fight over Nationals. Its a stupid trophy and if we work hard and follow the rules – next year we should win. Any more swearing or attempted fist fights will not be tolerated or I will give you detention for the rest of the summer, do you understand?"

"Yes Mr. Schue," They said this in unison and sat back down, Santana's weakness was breadsticks so she behaved for the rest of class. Everyone sang a final song for the year and at the end of club they set a time to meet at breadsticks.

"Santana, Rachel can I talk with you." They stayed behind in the classroom and sat on opposite sides of the room. "As much as I like creativity in class, today was a bit much. Rachel, you had no right to out Santana in class, that was inappropriate. And Santana shouldn't have said she hated you but what you did was worse. She was not ready to make that step," Rachel looked over to see Santana crying softly, her angry eyes softened – she didn't think.

"I'm sorry Santana, I was just so angry." Santana glared at her through tear filled eyes. "I understand you can't forgive me but I'll make it up to you. And you shouldn't be ashamed of who you are, you should be proud." Mr. Schue told Rachel she could go and sat down next to Santana.

"Winning nationals meant a lot to you, I know. And I admit what Rachel and Finn did was wrong and we paid for it. But I know you a little more each year and I've seen you change. I've seen a side of you everyone else hasn't and next year I want you to show me that person. Next year everyone will get equal chances to shine and I know one of them will be you. It doesn't matter if you're gay or straight, not here in my class. In this room you are under my protection and no one will ever harm you, you can trust me. Okay?"

"Thanks Mr. Schue," And she actually gave him a hug.

"You're a good kid Santana, always remember that." Santana exited the classroom after she got rid of all traces of tears, Brittany and Quinn were waiting for her in the parking lot.

"Are you okay?" Brittany took her into a hug, she could tell Santana had been crying.

"Mr. Schue is a great teacher, most would give up on me – not him." Santana sniffled a little bit and fell into Brittany's embrace. For the rest of the summers, Santana, Brittany and Quinn hung out every single day. They'd go bowling or dancing but never spoke of what happened at nationals, especially Quinn. She would hide her eyes every time she saw Santana and Brittany kiss and blush. Santana had not forgotten about Quinn and her secret and would find out if it killed her.

"Santana," She looked up from her coffee cup and let her smile fall, it was Rachel Berry.

"What do you want, school hasn't started yet."

"I know you're angry and I don't think I could ever make up for what did." She held out a piece of folded paper with stars on them, "My dad's are away on vacation and gave me permission to throw a party all week, as long as I clean up after. I already promised the others I won't take control and they'll be drinks. Brittany and Quinn are going and I know I don't deserve forgiveness but I feel awful about doing that to you." Rachel sat down and looked around nervously, "will you come?"

"I've done some horrible things to you Rachel but what you did to me, well I guess I shouldn't be so angry with you. You could have done it in front of the whole school, so, I will go to your party but I better be able to gets my drinks on. I forgive you,"

"Really?"

"Yes, now go away so I can finish my coffee."

"Whomever you find love with, I know she'll be lucky to have you." Santana watched as Rachel walked away, some tears sliding down Santana's face – she needed to call Brittany.

The night before the party Santana spent the night over Brittany's house. They were snuggled close and watched a movie in the living room, Brittany's mom and dad were in the dinning room going over bills. Brittany's parents were the coolest on the entire earth, well at least in Lima. They were like the cool aunt and uncle and didn't care that Brittany and Santana were girlfriends. After the movie they went upstairs and hung out on Brittany's laptop, watching youtube videos and laughing at the funny cats on screen as they snuggled in bed."Tomorrow is Berry's party, the perfect night to get Quinn to spill her secret."

"San, its none of our business." Brittany hid her face in Santana's shoulder and smiled, inhaling the girls perfume. "You smell nice."

"I know and don't change the subject."

"San, if she wants to tell us she will. Until than we should leave it alone,"

"Britt, if she doesn't talk about it, she isn't going to gets over it. Trust me I know," Santa was of course talking about her feelings for Brittany, how she bottled them up and finally exploded in a melt down. "I don't want that for her."

"I don't want to make her cry Santana, she might hate us if we push her."

"She might get angry with us but we'll be there for her. That's what matters," Santana stroked Brittany's arm and sighed, "I just want to see her smile again."

"Brittany, Quinn's here." Her mom called out from downstairs and a few minutes later Quinn opened the door and walked inside.

"Hey Q," Quinn tossed her bag to the floor and smiled, "Staying over?"

"If its okay?"

"Sure, you okay?" Brittany could tell that Quinn had been crying again. "Q?"

"Dad's back," Santana sat up and moved towards Quinn, hand lacing with her own. "He's still not talking to me but he and mom are okay now. They wanted to be alone so I came over here," Quinn pulled away and sat down on Brittany's bed, eyes threatening to spill more tears.

"Is this what you've been upset about?" Santana asked, Quinn shook her head.

"Dad came back this morning, they've been talking all day and finally made up. I told them I would stay here tonight and Rachel's all weekend. That's one reason," Quinn took a deep breath and looked up at Santana and Brittany, "Theirs another."

"Wanna talk about it?" Brittany sat down beside her, resting her head on her shoulder. "You can tell us anything, we're best friends."

"I know but I'm afraid what you'll think, I can hardly stand it myself." Santana sat on the other side and placed a kiss on her temple.

"No matter how strange, weird, or shocking it might be – I swear to god I won't laugh or belittle you in anyway. I give no promise I won't freak a little but you can trust me, I know I haven't given you much reason to but-" Quinn pressed her lips to Santana's to stop her from talking anymore, Santana smiled into the kiss.

"I trust you," Santana smiled and wrapped her arms around Quinn, hugging her. "The reason why I'm so angry, I think I might have feelings for someone. But, well I don't think she will ever forgive me for the things I did to her." Santana pulled back a bit so she could look Quinn right in the eyes.

"Is it Berry?" She burst out crying and Santana nodded her head and held onto Quinn as she cried.

"She's in love with Finn and-"

"You both love him," Brittany picked up Lord Tubbington and cradled him in her arms. Scratching behind his ears and kissing his fur, "Just like I love you and Santana." Brittany looked up when she realized what she said, blushing slightly and hiding her face in Lord Tubbington's fur.

"You-you love me?" Quinn stammered, eyes going wide. Brittany said something that was muffled into her cats fur.

"Can't hear you Britt." Santana smiled and reached over to stroke Brittany's hair.

"Yes I love you too, do you l-love me?"

"Of course I do Britt, but I don't know if its the kind you and Santana share. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Santana and I have a different love – but I've always liked you Quinn. Even when you were mean to us, we both like it." Quinn shot a glance at Santana, eyebrow raised.

"Brittany, big mouth." Santana laughed and gave her girlfriend a push, Lord Tubbington meowed and escaped Brittany's grasp.

"You both are to much sometimes." Quinn laughed and shook her head, "You liked it when I was mean and bossed you around?"

"Truth," Quinn nodded, "When you ordered us around it was hot. Guess we're freaky in that sort of way," Santana smirked and kissed Brittany's cheek as she settled in behind her. "So what do you want to do about Berry?"

"Do-do, nothing. She's happy with Finn,i-"

"Actually they broke up, that's why she's having this party." Brittany said as she dipped her finger into some chocolate sauce. "Finn doesn't want to move out of Lima and Rachel wants to go to New York," Santana and Quinn exchanged glances, letting Brittany go on. "So you might have a chance?"

"Just because they broke up doesn't mean she'll be my girlfriend Brittany."

"Things happen for a reason, guess we'll find out."

"If my parents find out about me, if my father finds out- he'll kill me." Quinn shook her head and hid her face in Santana's shoulder. "He'd disown me again and kill me"

"He won't lay a hand on you," Santana ran her hand through Quinn hair, "I'll protect you." Quinn pulled away and looked down at Santana, eyes brimming with tears.

"Why, why would you do that for me?"

"Didn't you hear me say I love you? We're your friends and friends don't let other friends get hurt. Friends are there for each other when no one else is, Brittany loves you and so do I."

"I don't think she understand," Brittany stood from the bed and wrapped her arms around Quinn, kissing her sweetly. Quinn kissed her back with a slight blush on her cheeks, hiding her face in Brittany's shoulder when the taller girl pulled back. "Get it now?" Quinn nodded and sat down next to Santana, head resting on her shoulder.

"I know how you feel Quinn, my parents are the same way. Catholic and extremely religious, they would either kick me out or send me to one of those bible camps. Can you imagine me at one of those?" Quinn laughed at the thought of Santana at a religious anything. "Britt's parents are cool with just about anything."

"I have an older brother whose gay and their okay with it. I told them I like girls and boys and all they said was, as long as you're happy. I'm sorry your parents aren't so open minded," Brittany moved closer to Quinn and Santana, running a hand through their hair.

"One more year and we can get out of here, be who we want to be and not worry." Santana smiled and wrapped her arms around Quinn's waist. "Lets get some sleep, big day tomorrow." They got ready for bed, Santana catching Quinn watching her change and smiling. "Like what you see, Q?"

"Do you even have to ask that?"

"You don't have to view it from the side, you can have an up close view whenever you like." Santana strutted over to Quinn in her bra and underwear, pulling her in close and smiling. "and I do mean whenever." Brittany watched from the bed, giggling as Santana leaned in to capture Quinn's lips.

"I want one," Brittany tapped Santana's leg and smiled. "Please."

"Don't be greedy, its about Quinn right now." Quinn shook her head and placed a hand on Santana's cheek.

"Its okay, I um- sleepy." Santana raised her eyebrow and kept a hold of Quinn, keeping her close. "really I can just-"

"Watch?" Brittany added with a twinkle in her eye.

"I was going to say sleep." Quinn laughed and tried to escape Santana again but she wouldn't let her go.

"You're not going anywhere," Santana pressed her lips against Quinn's and backed her against the bed, her knees hitting the mattress and fell. "Lets continue where we left off," Santana's hand slipped under Quinn's shirt, the former captain arched into her touch. "Look at that Britt, she likes it."

"Mmm yeah," Brittany cuddle close to Quinn's other side, hand slipping beneath her boy shorts. "So do I," Brittany let her fingers slid across Quinn's swollen lips and smiled as she felt her slick heat. "She wants it so bad." Brittany moaned and pressed a kiss to the base of her neck.

Quinn's face hid in the crook of Santana's arm and she didn't mind staying there. She was blushing from her ears down to the base of her neck and this was the best hiding place. Than when Santana's fingers joined Brittany's, sliding beneath her boy shorts – her hips rolled forward for more contact. "Do you like that, Quinn? Do you want more?" She found herself nodding to Santana's words, but she felt the pinch on the side of her leg and hissed. "Answer aloud, Quinn."

"Yes."

"Yes what?" Quinn groaned, how was she suppose to form words for this? She wasn't sure what Santana wanted her to say.

"Yes I want more." Quinn let her hands slid up Santana's sides, coming to place on Santana's cheek. "Please."

"Oh I don't know Britt, do you think she wants more?" Santana's free hand reached over and stroked Brittany's face. "Hrm?"

"Her body does," When Brittany pulled her hand out from between Quinn's sex, she brought them to her lips and tastes. "Mmmm, taste." Brittany extended her hand for Santana and she took them into her mouth, no hesitation. "She tastes so good, can I taste her?" Brittany licked her lips seductively, Santana's own sex pooled at the sight of her girlfriends tongue.

"Later, Quinn has to convince us she wants it first."

"I-I want it," Quinn groaned in frustration.

"Than say it like you mean it, Britt lets give her an example." Santana motioned for Brittany to scoot closer, pressing her body into Quinn's backside. "Baby, how much do you want to taste Quinn? How much do you want to please her?" Quinn shivered as Brittany's lips pressed lightly again her ear, breath tickling as she spoke.

"Mm, I want her so bad I can taste her cum on my lips. I want to taste her while you fuck me, please Santana let me taste her I need to taste her. She feels so wet, her whole body is ready to cum and so am I." Brittany shuttered and groaned in frustration, turned on by her own words.

"That's how you should respond, ever spoken dirty before?" When Quinn shook her head Santana just smiled, "Such a good little christian girl, never even watched porn I bet?" Again she shook her head, "We'll eventually have to change that one, won't we Britt?"

"Oh yes, porn is fun."

"Now, do you want more Quinn?" Quinn nodded, "than give me what I want to hear." Santana could feel the warm tears on her shoulder blade, unsure if this game should continue. Maybe this wasn't what Quinn needed right now, maybe she just needed to be touched? Santana lifted her chin and smiled sweetly as she wiped away her tears. "To much?" Quinn nodded and put her face back in the crook of Santana's arm. "Okay, we don't have to play." Santana kissed the top of Quinn's head, "Britt, you still want to taste her?"

"Very much," Brittany bounced happily as she held Quinn from behind. "Please."

"Quinn?" Santana heard a yes and smiled, "Turn onto your back and let us do the rest." Quinn was practically shaking when she turned to lay flat on the bed, she could feel Santana slid down her boy shorts, shirt came off not long after that. "calm down, we're not going to make you do anything you're not ready for. I should have realized you weren't ready for dirty talk yet." She stroked Quinn's skin as Brittany went to the bathroom and wash up. "You ready for this party at Berry's tomorrow?"

"No, I'm scared to death I'll get drunk and say something I'll regret." Quinn sighed out loud.

"The girl wares pantsuits, if she isn't a little bit gay I'll eat my old pom poms." Quinn laughed and took Santana into a huge hug.

"I kinda love you." Quinn smirked.

"I kinda love you too." Santana's eyes went a bit wide as the bathroom door swung open, her mouth dry as she saw what her girlfriend was wearing. "Britt, when?"

"Bought it special for your birthday, but I think it can be a early present for the both of you." Quinn had turned at the sound of Brittany's voice, and when she saw the six inch flesh colored dong between Brittany's legs she felt her blush deepen. "Do you like it?" Quinn turned to see Santana's reaction and noticed the small blush on her cheeks, "is that a yes?" Brittany giggled and walked to Santana's side of the bed.

"Like is not the word I use, love is better." She knelt up on her knees and brought her in for a kiss, "do we both get to play with it?"

"Of course but tonight I do, any objections, mi esclavo?" Brittany's naive look had disappeared, her childlike eyes replaced by a woman who was age wise. Santana lowered her head in submission and Quinn watched intently from her corner of the bed. "Answer."

"No mistress," Quinn felt the heat between her legs again, her body was responding to Santana's submission.

"Sometimes she liked to be out of control, I don't think she expected this tonight thou." Brittany reached out and stroked Santana's hair. "I still want to taste you Quinn, I can do that first?"

"No-no its okay I want-i want to see this." Brittany smiled as Quinn got a large grin on her face.

"Oh mi esclavo, how the tables have turned." Brittany kept stroking her hair, smiling. "you know what to do and I don't want to see any teeth marks on my toy or I'll spank you hard."

Translation

mi esclavo = My Slave