Pairing: Faberry, Brittana
Synopsis: (4 of 4) Santana and Brittany return home to find Quinn and Rachel have finally done the deed. In celebration, the four go out on a double date.
Author's Note: Last chapter! Lyrics from The Zombies, "Tell Her No." Even though this was a relatively short fic, I'm glad that you all enjoyed it so. This isn't one I plan on continuing, just because I believe it's better as a standalone story. I appreciate every comment and view I've gotten on this story – it truly means the world to me that there are others who want to share my writing. Thank you.
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FOUR
If she tells you "I love you,"
Just remember she said that to me,
Don't leave me now for her love belongs to me.
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"Jesus Christ and all the Saints in heaven," Santana mocked, hands in the air, palms spread like she was a-hallelujahin' in Church on Sunday. "It smells like sex in here!"
Rachel's eyes went wide and she flushed beet red. "It does not!"
"No, but the fact that you just blushed like a whore in church means that I am right and you two got it on."
"God, you are so mature," Quinn groaned and pressed a palm to Santana's back. "Tell me how you function as an adult. I need to know these things."
Santana chuckled to herself and bit off a chunk of beef jerky, "Only if you tell me how good Berry is in bed," she countered, pointing the meat in Rachel's direction.
Rachel quite literally ducked out of sight and crawled into the living room, murmuring, "Just kill me now." Brittany laughed and helped Rachel to her feet, giving her a sympathetic look.
Quinn was laughing a little and shoving Santana off of her as the Latina mimed smooches at her.
"Look, I'm Rachel, I'm probably a great kisser and a great lay because of all that training I get as a singer," Santana mocked playfully and went from the kitchen to the living room, where she hovered like Nosferatu and collapsed on top of Rachel. Rachel responded by pushing and smacking at Santana's arms, giggling when Santana attacked her ticklish spots.
"God, we're such adults. I can't even handle it," Quinn was stating aloud in bewilderment. "We should be on an after school special about what adults should do to handle mature situations."
"What's that, my pressed lemon?" Santana's head popped up over the couch. "She gave you what? How many times?"
"Oh my GOD, Santana!" Rachel gasped at the words coming out of her best friend's mouth, covering it with her hand. It worked. Momentarily. Until Santana licked Rachel's palm in a sloppy way, laughing joyfully and careening around the living room, chasing Rachel until the brunette finally lay on the floor, face down, in total defeat. "My best friend is the most embarrassing person alive." Her words were so muffled against the floor that she doubted Santana could hear her. Santana was sitting on top of her, her chin in her hands.
"Oh, I know honey. You were in a dry spell. It's okay. It's really okay," she pretended to soothe Rachel until the shorter girl peeled herself from underneath Santana.
"God, get off me." Rachel huffed, but couldn't help but laugh as Santana gathered her in her arms and kissed her face all over. "Ew, stop it."
"Oh you love it. You're all happy because you have your best friend and now you have your dream girlfriend and you just can't believe how lucky you are," Santana stated, hugging Rachel into her arms until the shorter girl's arms went limp in defeat.
"Shut up, Lopez," Rachel stuck her tongue out. She saw Quinn watching with a jovial glint in her eye, and felt a swelling kind of happiness in her heart.
Weeks ago, she had been ready to give up. She figured that she'd never be with Quinn and that the love she had for her was something that needed to be gotten rid of, ignored, tossed away. Now she was gladder than she could have ever imagined. As all this passed through her mind, she wrapped her arms around Santana's neck and hugged her.
Santana feigned disgust and detached herself. "We're going out to dinner tonight, the four of us, and I'm paying. Somebody got a big fat paycheck from work." She patted her pocket where there was a noticeable lump.
"I thought you were just happy to see me," Quinn joked.
"You wish," Santana teased the blonde before taking Brittany's hand. "What do you say?"
"Dinner would be nice," Rachel sat up, fixing her messy hair. She wrinkled her nose and saw Quinn watching her with an obviously adoring gaze. She felt an infectious joy fill her again, and she smiled. "Yeah?"
"Yeah," Quinn agreed.
Rachel figured it probably wasn't best to go to a nice restaurant in her pajamas, so she trotted up the stairs to her bedroom. As she was wondering what she was going to wear, she felt hands on her waist from behind. Quinn's familiar perfume reached her before her warmth did. She settled against Quinn, squeezing herself against her lover.
"Isn't it weird? Having things be … just right?"
"Weird in a good way. Like it just took that last piece to fall into place." She turned around in Quinn's arms, wrapped them around Quinn's waist, and leaned up to kiss her. Quinn's chapstick tasted like cherries, and the way the blonde ran her tongue along Rachel's bottom lip made her moan just a little. It sent shivers through every little nerve-ending.
Quinn's kiss was loving and consuming. It made Rachel swoon a little bit in her arms, to think that she inspired that kind of love in Quinn. It was an all-enveloping sort of feeling, and as she breathed the air between them once they broke apart, she searched those hazel eyes. Her thumb brushed over Quinn's cheek, the corner of her lip, adoring the very look on her face.
"Hi," Quinn spoke first.
Rachel laughed a little, blushing. She gave Quinn a quick peck before pulling away, "Now that I got a kiss, go away so I can figure out what to wear. You're distracting."
"Okay," Quinn sighed. When she went to sit down on the bed to watch, Rachel felt laughter bubble up from her chest and she gently shoved the blonde out of the room. "Okay, okay, I get it." Quinn winked at her before heading down the stairs.
Rachel closed the door and locked it, just in case. She finally picked out a decent outfit, something casual but dressy so Rachel wouldn't seem out of place if they went to a really nice place or a … not so nice place. She tied her hair back and ran her brush through her bangs, satisfied with her appearance.
A wolf-whistle greeted her. Santana wiggled her eyebrows, "Lookin' good."
Rachel rolled her eyes, "Shut up, Lopez."
"Ouch. I was giving you a compliment, Berry."
"Children," Quinn shoved Santana's shoulder and the Latina mocked offense.
"Let's go! Auntie Tana is paying for a nice dinner."
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Santana picked Gotham Bar and Grill, and the place was just as nice as Rachel had heard. She felt Quinn's hand slip into hers as they were lead to their booth, and the brunette felt a little underdressed. However, she saw more than one person wearing a nice pair of jeans, so she supposed she didn't look too out of place.
"Might as well get used to it if you're going to be on Broadway," Santana seemed to notice Rachel's nervousness and gently tapped her friend on the shoulder. "Besides, you're getting some 'hey hottie' looks. Good thing your girlfriend is here."
Rachel beamed, and squeezed Quinn's hand. There was a responding squeeze as they were seated. The foursome conversed as they mulled over what to get to eat.
Santana got them a bottle of wine, and between them they drank the whole thing. There was a strangely celebratory mood between them, and as their dinner came it still didn't go away. Rachel was practically bouncing in her seat, but the hand on her thigh kept her calm. Quinn's fingers were lightly trailing over her thigh, even as they ate, and she realized it was the first time she was in public with Quinn as her girlfriend.
If only McKinley could see them now. Rachel smiled as she caught Quinn's gaze, and she covered Quinn's hand with hers under the table, squeezing.
She was really kind of in love with this woman. She felt like the luckiest girl in the world. Surrounded by her friends, and sitting beside her girlfriend, she knew this was as good as it gets. And by all means, that wasn't as bad as it sounded. The brunette felt her skin humming wherever Quinn's fingers touched – moving stray bits of hair behind Rachel's ear, touching her hand, her arm, her back – and it was hard not to look like an overly affectionate couple when all she wanted to do was take Quinn's face in her hands and kiss her.
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The girls returned home, Santana holding an empty bottle of wine and saluting with it before Brittany helped her up the stairs. The foursome split into respective twosomes.
Rachel couldn't get Quinn to herself quick enough. She dragged the blonde into the bedroom and before Quinn could say anything, the shorter girl was cupping either side of Quinn's face and pulling her into a kiss that not only promised forever but it promised some decidedly … rated M things.
The diva was a little glad to hear the moan that escaped Quinn's throat when she bit Quinn's bottom lip and pulled. Her tongue tasted the spot she'd just bit before her hands slipped up Quinn's shirt.
"Rach," Quinn whispered more out of arousal than anything, and the sound of it intoxicated Rachel. The brunette rolled two pert nipples between her thumb and forefingers, tugging just enough to make Quinn gasp into her mouth. Now that was sexy. She repeated the process, got the same gasp, and didn't give Quinn enough time to recover before she was shoving Quinn down onto the bed and pulling her pants off her.
Rachel could tear clothing off in an instant, she found. Soon her mouth was attacking the skin of Quinn's hips and thighs, fingers clasping Quinn's ass. Above her, Quinn's head was already rolled back. Rachel slid briefly up the blonde's body, her palm slipping up the inside of her lover's thigh. "I don't think you really know how much I love you," Rachel kissed Quinn, speaking the words with both tender and predatory implications. Her hair fell over her shoulder, and she watched Quinn's skin erupt in goosebumps wherever she touched. "Wanna find out?"
Quinn bit her bottom lip, nodded; she looked like she was pleading. Rachel felt wet folds beneath her fingertips already, and grinned in a vicious kind of way as Quinn's hips rolled upward into her touch.
Rachel clicked her tongue, "Not yet," she bit Quinn's bottom lip again and kissed her. She removed her hand much to Quinn's protest, and settled her hips in between Quinn's thighs as she grabbed a nipple with her teeth. She'd learned that her blonde liked it a little rough. She tugged then covered the flesh with her mouth. As she sucked, bit, and teased her way down Quinn's torso, Rachel savored every whimper and gasp that came from her mouth.
She dragged her lips against Quinn's thighs, tasting the soft flesh there, and felt Quinn's muscles quivering in anticipation. Rachel waited until Quinn couldn't bare it anymore; she flicked her tongue over an eager clit then sucked pleasurably at the nub. It was almost too wonderful to behold. She couldn't believe she got to make love to this woman for the rest of her life. At least, she hoped.
Rachel found herself just as turned on as Quinn as she teased and sucked at the blonde's sensitive nub. Finally, she got Quinn to beg. She rewarded her with one, then two fingers. She massaged, urged Quinn along that blinding path to oblivion, her thumb taking over for her tongue as she found herself too hungry to resist kissing Quinn's gasping lips. Quinn's body was rolling and bucking against Rachel's now-experienced touch, hurried all the more by the way Rachel whispered encouragements into her ear. The brunette had to admit, the way Quinn scratched her back and left welts was kind of sexy.
She didn't let Quinn down right away. She sped up the pace even after Quinn reached oblivion the first time. At Rachel's urging, Quinn ended up gasping aloud, "How are you doing this?" By the end of the first round, Rachel was feeling pretty cocky.
Until she realized that bringing Quinn that far over the edge meant major payback.
Quinn surprised her by fucking her from behind. Rachel was grasping onto the headboard of their bed and begging for release by the time Quinn was done with her.
When they were both spent, Rachel was still kind of gasping and whimpering. Her body trembled as Quinn kissed her back to planet earth. Her eyes widened, and she laughed in a turned-on way, "Oh my god," she whispered against her lover's panting lips.
They didn't let each other go.
Rachel wondered if they'd always make love until sunrise, but she supposed not. As she lay exhausted in Quinn's arms, tracing the veins in Quinn's wrist, she smiled blissfully. Even an hour of nights like that could keep her a very happy girl.
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"Jesus," Santana sighed. "How many boxes do you have?"
"Enough for you to carry," Quinn answered, sticking her tongue out at her best friend.
Rachel was leaning over the railing, watching the girls bring Quinn's things in. It had been two months since that night at Gotham, and Quinn was moving in. Despite things going sour at Yale, Quinn had decided it was for the best and asked Rachel if it was okay if she moved in. To which she'd squealed and jumped into Quinn's arms.
Santana had lifted a hand in response, and said something about more being merrier. The smirk on her face confirmed to Rachel that she was almost as happy as Rachel.
Besides the whole loud sex thing.
Keeping it down had proved to be a challenge they'd yet to overcome. Santana got used to it.
When the last box came in, Santana closed the front door and collapsed melodramatically into her girlfriend's arms. Brittany had grinned and pressed her lips to Santana's forehead, tugging the Latina against her and holding her there.
"Unpacking time!"
Rachel groaned, "You are just a little too enthusiastic about unpacking when we just packed all of your things," she arched an eyebrow, but was greeted with a soft kiss to her lips. Butterflies settled in her stomach and she made a giddy sound. "Point taken."
So it was like that – the girl got the girl and she got to keep her best friend. That's all Rachel had wanted in the first place.