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"Come on B, we gotta go pick up Quinn on the way to Puck's." Santana yells from the doorway of her bedroom down the hall towards the bathroom where the blonde has been getting ready for way too long for her liking. She huffs when she hears 'just a minute' from Brittany because she knows that really means five more minutes.
Back in her room she sets her purse onto her vanity table and leans forward towards the mirror to check out her handy work. She's a hot piece if she does say so herself. Hair, perfect, makeup, flawless and her lips as luscious as ever thanks to her new lip plumping applicator. She pouts them out to see how wonderfully amazing they look and smirks at her reflection.
"You just love yourself don't you?" Brittany comments with a giggle as she walks back into the bedroom. Santana chuckles and shrugs her shoulders.
"What's not to love?" She counters getting an eye roll from the blonde who takes up the spot beside her in front of the mirror.
"Hey can I use that new lip plumper you bought?" Brittany asks her friend as Santana moves away from the vanity and towards her closet.
"Yeah, it's in my bag." She points towards her purse right in front of Brittany on the table and the blonde nods, opening the bag up wide to find said product. "Thank God Puck is having a party this weekend, I seriously need to let loose."
"You just want to get Quinn drunk so you can grope her." Brittany notes, getting a muffled 'yeah that too' in response as she still rummages through Santana's bag. The blonde's hands still, her eyes narrow and her eyebrows knit together. Slowly her hand pulls out something she was not at all expecting to find, not yet anyway… maybe not ever, not with Quinn in the picture anyway. "Hey… Santana?" Her voice cracks as she pulls the object out fully, lifting it up to eye level before turning to look at the Latina who is now facing her, her eyes on the thing between Brittany's index finger and thumb. "What's…?"
"Oh." Santana breathes out, her eyebrows are raised and her mouth opens and shuts a few times. "Well, I mean, just in case ya know?" She tells the blonde and walks over towards her taking the condom from between her fingers and shoving it back into her bag, zipping shut the change area so that the mistake of being found again doesn't happen.
"You guys are having sex?" Brittany asks with complete surprise. Santana sucks her lips in and bites down slightly, turns back around and heads over to the closet once more.
"Not yet." She replies slowly with a shrug of her shoulders. "But, I mean, we've been going out for a while now and, I just want to be prepared should the moment arise." She offers simply. "And we've talked about it a couple of times." It's really not a silly concept, it makes sense that Santana and Quinn would consider taking the next step in their relationship. They've been dating since the beginning of the year and it's almost the end of the school year. She glances over her shoulder to see Brittany standing very still and staring at her. "Stop looking at me like that." She says with a small chuckle, the kind one makes when they are feeling awkward.
"Sorry, it's just…" Brittany finally breaks out of her stupor, shakes her head from side to side and offers a forced smile. Santana stares at her in confusion.
"You just what B?" She tilts her head to the side with curiosity but Brittany just laughs at herself and smiles even wider.
"Nothing." The blonde shakes her head. "Come on, we don't want to be so late, only fashionably." She winks and moves from the vanity to grab her own purse from the Latina's bed.
Once they enter the party Brittany wanders off and away from the couple, not one to be a third wheel and all. And there's something about finding that condom in Santana's purse that makes her legs move even quicker through the party and away from her best friend and her girlfriend. The Latina can't help but wish Brittany hadn't found that in her bag, she feels… guilty? But she tries to put that to the back of her mind and smiles over at her girlfriend who moves closer against the side of her body.
A drink or two in and an hour and a half of boredom Santana finds herself being led up the stairs by a giggling Quinn. She catches a few quick glimpses under her girlfriend's skirt as she follows her slowly up the stairs. They find Puck's mother's room, shut the door behind them which Santana proceeds to lock because she totally knows what's going to happen.
It's kind of become their thing at parties as of late. Mingle a little, drink some and then sneak off to a room upstairs, usually this one and fool around for a little while until one or both of them comes or they get interrupted by a knock on the door. They make out by the foot of the bed for a few minutes, Quinn's fingers unbuttoning Santana's pants without shame and tugs them down whining when she can't do it herself.
Santana smirks and helps her girlfriend out, pulling her pants and underwear down enough for the blonde to work with. Quinn strokes at her member for a while, getting up nice and hard before she pushes the Latina to sit on the edge of the bed. They look back at one another, glazed over eyes and lips between teeth waiting for one of them to make the next move.
Quinn gets on her knees at the foot of the bed and without a second thought takes Santana's cock into her mouth. She takes it deep at first seeing as her girlfriend isn't completely hard and this makes it easier to take it all in, while it's still kind of soft. Santana gasps at the feeling of her entire length inside her hot girlfriend's mouth. The way Quinn's lips wrap around her shaft and slide up and softly but with intention suck at the tip. It's driving her wild.
Her hands come up to get lost in those blonde locks fighting the urge to push Quinn further against her or even keep her still while she pushes herself further into Quinn. She bites her lip and leans back a little, moving Quinn's blonde hair from her face to get a better view of her sucking her off. There's nothing hotter than this, Santana thinks to herself and she smirks when Quinn smiles up at her through her eyes, dick still in her mouth.
"You locked the door right?" Quinn asks when she pops Santana's member from her mouth and starts to pump her fist up and down over it and leans back on her feet to look up at her girlfriend. Santana nods with a grin and says 'yeah' and for her not to worry. The blonde nods and then brings her lips back around Santana's full erection, not taking it in as deep but trying to do her best.
Santana loves that her girlfriend tries to take most of it in, but unfortunately Quinn's got a bit of a gag reflex which the Latina can't help but find adorable. Every time she feels the tip of her cock hit the back of the blondes throat she counts three seconds until Quinn pulls it out entirely and chokes for a few moments but then she does the motion a few more times.
"Mmm." Santana moans, her head falling back a little at the sensations she is feeling everywhere. "Baby that feels so good." Quinn hums a response and the vibrations move all over Santana's cock it sends a buzzing through her gut.
While she continues to watch her girlfriend's head bob up and down on her dick she sees something out of the corner of her eye. Not wanting to alarm the blonde she averts her eyes from the sexy blonde and over towards the half open door of the en suite bathroom in Mrs. Puckerman's bedroom. Her eyes widen, not wanting Quinn to stop sucking her off but also not wanting someone to walk in on them either.
The music from down stairs is pretty loud that she's sure even if someone was to knock or storm in they wouldn't hear them. But she does hear something familiar. A giggle and it's not from herself of Quinn. Through the half opened bathroom door she sees a flash of blonde and that new kid Sam from school. He's oblivious and his eyes are trained forward, against the walk right beside the door, it let's Santana breathe easy that he's otherwise occupied and is probably not going to walk into the bedroom and disturb them.
Her eyes flicker to the full length mirror on the bathroom door that is facing the bedroom and she sees that Sam is focused on a blonde; Brittany. Her eyes widen, not only because Quinn is doing that thing with her tongue that drives her wild but that Sam is totally sucking on Brittany's neck and more importantly Brittany is grinning. Santana can't help but watch the scene in the bathroom but she doesn't want to get caught or Quinn to stop either. She quickly looks back down to find Quinn way too involved with sucking her dick that she doesn't see Santana staring over in the direction of the bathroom.
Sure, she'd locked the bedroom door but she had forgotten that the en suit bathroom is also the second floor bathroom that can be entered from the hallway. Her hips push up and her eyes close when Quinn brings her hand up and squeezes her balls, a small sigh and a groan coming from her lips. When she opens her eyes towards the mirror she finds blue eyes locking in to hers. Both of their eyes widen at being caught staring at one another but they don't tear their eyes away and soon, their gazes soften not even caring that the other is watching.
Brittany's eyes flicker downwards, seeing Quinn's blonde head moving up and down on Santana's cock before looking back up at Santana who is now panting. The blonde dancer pulls Sam's mouth from her neck and slowly lowers herself to her knees, offering Sam a seductive smile that she soon turns back to the reflection of Santana, sitting on the bed still and watching her like a hawk.
With swiftness neither girl knew she had, Brittany undoes Sam's belt, button and zipper and is soon taking his member in her hands stroking him up and down. But, Santana isn't focused on his package, no, instead she is transfixed on the motions and movements and stares of the blonde on her knees in the bathroom. She swallows hard as she watches Brittany's tongue dart out and lick the tip, causing Santana's hips to buck up into Quinn's face.
"Mmm." Quinn hums out again, pulling back to look at Santana who quickly turns her head in her girlfriend's direction. "Are you close babe?" She smiles up at the Latina who shakes her head, nods her head and sputters out some words, she thinks they're words. "Just tell me when." Santana nods, swallows hard again and when Quinn goes back to work she looks over at the mirror.
Brittany is staring at her as she takes Sam's cock into her mouth, moving herself up and down using his hips to push and pull. Santana licks her lips when she sees the blonde remove her left hand from Sam's dick and trail it down to between her legs.
"Oh God." Santana breathes out in a moan, bringing a hand to grip at the mattress while her other hands keeps Quinn's hair from falling in her face.
Brittany's eyes are now closed, her hand moving wildly between her legs unbeknownst to Sam who can only see the top her head moving on him and Santana can't take her eyes off of the way her best friend works the guys cock and herself at the same time. She feels her hips giving in to their natural movement but does her best not to completely fuck her girlfriend's throat.
"Baby." Santana moans and Quinn pulls her lips from around her and looks up, fist still pumping up and down at a fabulous pace. "I'm…" The blonde nods but before she can get up Santana grips her wrist and shakes her head, sending her a pleading look. "Let me come in your mouth." She begs, it's not even a question that she wants that to happen right now. Quinn seems to be giving it a thought and the Latina can tell she's nervous. "Please?" The blonde nods and carefully places her lips back around Santana's member going back to where she was seconds ago.
The dark haired girl leans back on both hands, bringing one up once again to move the hair from her girlfriend's face to get a great view of her moving up and down on her dick. She licks her lips, biting on her bottom one and spares one last glance to the bathroom towards Brittany's hands between her legs frantically moving. This is what sends Santana over the edge and she throws her head back in ecstasy, moaning out in absolute pleasure as she feels her stream shoot out and hit Quinn in the back of the throat. Her hand comes to the back of the blonde's head to keep her steady so she can empty out into her mouth before she pulls away.
"Oh, fuck." Santana whimpers as she continues to drip ever last drop onto her girlfriend's tongue. "Mmm." She hums out as her dick twitches letting a little more come out until finally she's empty.
She falls back onto the bed feeling exhausted and slightly dazed. She sees white dots in front of her and figures it's from keeping her eyes shut so tight as she came. Quinn who's moving from off her knees swallows her girlfriend's juices tentatively, making a face as it goes down and then crawling up on top of her.
"How was that babe?" She asks sweetly, bringing her lips to Santana's and the Latina can taste herself on Quinn's tongue.
"Amazing." She smiles up at the blonde but can't help but feel a little guilty that she mostly got off by watching her best friend through the mirror.
Before Santana can even try to return the favor Quinn is pulling her by her hands telling her to pull up her pants because they should go back to the party before someone interrupts them like last time. As she buttons her jeans she spares a glance into the bathroom one last time seeing it empty and she wonders if this is going to make things a little weird now.
When they reach the living room they find Brittany sitting on Sam's lap by the coffee table, not really paying attention to the things he is whispering in her ear. She meets Santana's gaze and offers her a nervous smile and a nod to which the Latina whole heartedly returns.
They drop Quinn off first, seeing as her house is on the way to theirs. Brittany moves from her seat in the back to the front and watches as Santana walks her girlfriend up to her front door and kisses her goodnight. The ride starts off quiet, neither one not knowing what to really say and if they should bring up what had happened at the party or not.
"You look really hot when you come." Brittany finally decides on as her opening line. This catches Santana off guard and she nearly swerves the car off of the road making the blonde beside her giggle. Collecting herself Santana takes in a deep breath, tries to control the blush daring to come to her cheeks and she grins bashfully.
"You too." She replies softly and glances over at Brittany who is chewing on her lower lip. "Do you… do you think…"
"What?" Brittany quickly jumps in to stop her friend from stuttering.
"Is it weird… what we did?"
"We didn't do anything." Brittany firmly states with her hands in her lap.
"But, like… I mean, we totally watched each other and I know I got…" Brittany brings her hand up to stop Santana from speaking and shakes her head, smiling sweetly.
"I've walked in on you jerking off like a million times." She shrugs her shoulders and turns her gaze to the window. "And you've walked in on me in the shower some…" She sighs and looks back at Santana. "It's no big deal, we happened to be hooking up at the same time in practically the same place. I mean we both know that Quinn's the one who got you off… I mean she was the one giving you the blow job." Santana nods at this true statement.
The rest of the ride is continued in silence a comfortable yet torturous silence yet so loud because both girls can't help but think about the nights events. Santana pulls up to Brittany's house and watches the blonde gather her things before opening the door. But she doesn't leave right away, instead she turns around to look at her friend.
"Look, what happened… don't feel guilty about it when it comes to Quinn. I mean, it's not like you cheated on her by watching me." Brittany smirks, her eyes down cast. "Just think of it as live porn." She winks and leaves the car, thus leaving Santana to imagine a life of free live porn, the star being Brittany Pierce.
