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Santana is sitting on the chair in front of their vanity gently removing a day's worth of makeup. Her hair is tossed in a loose bun, dressed down in a tank top and some boy shorts fully prepared for some much needed cuddle time and rest. Brittany comes into their bedroom just as exhausted from her full day of classes and usually running around. She throws her earrings onto the vanity as she passes by and ruffles the Latina's hair.
"Tired babe?" Santana asks with a soft smile when she sees the blonde yawning and leans closer to the mirror to dab a wet cloth under her eyes. Brittany nods, letting the yawn run its course and pulls the comforter down for them.
"Totally." She grumbles. "Bernie had to leave early, some emergency or something." She shrugs, not paying any mind to what she is saying but merely relaying the day she had to her companion. "Then Jason made us do the same routine over and over again." Santana huffs loudly and rolls her eyes at the mention of that guy's name.
"I still can't believe you didn't rat that guy out." She says, pulling back from the mirror and making eye contact with Brittany's reflection. "He's so on my list." She states firmly before turning her attention back to her makeup removal. Brittany's knits her eyebrows together while slowly kneeling onto the bed.
"Santana, I thought we already had this discussion." Brittany points out only to get yet another eye roll from her girlfriend.
"And I already told you that while it is your decision, I do not agree with it." Santana hums out, bringing the damp cloth over her lips.
"But you said that if I think it's best then… whatever." Brittany explains, recounting the events of their conversation from the week before in a roundabout way prompting Santana to turn in her chair to look at her.
"And I'm pretty sure I meant it when I said it but after having time to really let it sink in, I don't anymore. So, I take it back." She says, getting the blonde to sit higher on her feet.
"This is my choice, so you're just gonna have to deal with it." Brittany takes a stand and to make her point she crosses her arms over her chest and Santana chuckles.
"Oh, is that so?" The Latina arches an eyebrow as though challenging her girlfriend. "So I'm supposed to be okay with the fact that this guy who made a sexual advance on a student but more importantly my girlfriend is going to go on with no punishment. And since you are comfortable being in his presence therefore I am to be comfortable as well?" Santana asks in a mocking tone, crossing one arm over her chest letting her hand rest on the back of the chair. Brittany thinks about it for a moment, then nods.
"Actually yes, I do." Santana laughs again, loudly, tossing her head back for dramatic effect.
"Well forget about that." She tells her, the amusement fading from her face.
"Why?"
"Because I don't trust him!" Santana shouts, pushing herself from the chair nearly forcing it to the ground.
"You don't have to trust him!" Brittany yells back tentatively. "The only person here you should trust is me." She explains sincerely. Santana sighs and lowers her eyes, getting an incredulous look from Brittany.
Movement in the room catches her attention and her head snaps up to find the blonde by her closet reaching up above her head to the shelf and pulling down a folded bed sheet. Brittany stalks up to Santana and shoves the bed sheet to her chest without even waiting to see if she catches it in her arms before moving to the bed to grab a pillow.
"What are you doing?" The shorter girl asks, watching the blonde come back her way and placing the pillow roughly on top of the sheet in her hands. "Brittany." Santana tries, but Brittany is not responding.
Suddenly Santana is being forced backwards by two hands on her shoulders. She stumbles a bit but lets them guide her anyway. It isn't until she is standing in the hallway that Brittany finally looks her in the eyes.
"I think a night on the couch will do you some good." Brittany takes her hands off of Santana and reaches for the door. "Trust me." She glares at the Latina as the door separates them. Santana jumps at the sound of the door shutting and stares at it for a lot longer than she needs.
"What the hell just happened?" She mumbles to herself all alone in the hallway.
Rachel's decided today is going to be the day she stops moping around the apartment, at school and in life in general. Today she is going to make it a point to try and be happy. The strain on her relationship with Quinn has made it so difficult to go about her day to day routine but after the e-mail she got from Quinn this morning, she finds the strength to pull through it and push onward.
It was a simple e-mail really and very similar to ones she has gotten from the blonde before. But it's different now, what with the whole shit show that was Jesse St. James re-entering her life, oh, and the withholding of the truth and all. She didn't lie, she made that fact abundantly clear but Quinn was right and so was Brittany and so was Santana, but she would never let the Latina in on that bit of information. She may not have lied but by keeping the truth under lock and key she was admitting by omission she was wrong.
But not today. She shrugs off the past two weeks of horrible feelings in her gut, her heart being stretched out in a million different directions and the stupid uncertainty her brain is building up. And as she wanders around her room tidying up she can't help but smile at the hopefulness that was Quinn's e-mail.
Rachel,
I know things have been awkward between us and you are not the only one to blame. I understand how hard it is to be there all by yourself and feel lonely because I feel it too. I know I'm still in Lima and there are still people around that I know but the only person that I need around me to feel whole and secure is you. I'm not going to lie and tell you that what you did didn't hurt, it still does to be honest. But we can't let that define our relationship.
I get that it was a mistake, you keeping that information from me. And I believe you when you told me that if you had to do it all over again not only would you have told me but you would have not seen him regardless of how I felt about it. I think we are too good for something like this to take us down and too strong for us to let it. I am still very much in love with you, just disappointed I guess and that's something I cannot help.
I miss the sound of your voice, your real voice not the one that I hear on my voicemails. I miss your face, smile, laughter and even your tears when you watch a sad movie. I miss you.
So, I'm going to call you later tonight and hopefully we can talk about everything we've been missing out on these past two weeks. Because I want to hear about your day, I want to know how your classes are going and if Santana is getting easier to live with. Obviously she tells me one thing but I want to hear all of this stuff from you, my girlfriend.
I guess this e-mail is me telling you that I forgive you. I forgive you because I love you too much, because I can't understand the world without you. I know it's still far away but I can honestly say that I cannot wait to be living there with you in New York. I can't wait to start making those memories we will be talking about in the years to come.
Love Always,
Quinn
The hallway is still empty, void of her friends so she can only assume that they are still 'sleeping' or something. Desperately she wants to knock on their bedroom door and share the amazingness that is the e-mail from Quinn but, she's content to revel in it alone for the time being. When she reaches the end of the hallway and there are only two choices to be made, kitchen or living room her mind is brought back to reality when she hears something.
It sounds like a muffled snore or maybe some words, she cannot truly decipher so she makes her way over towards where it is coming from, the couch. The closer she gets the more she notices to the light yellow sheet draped over the back of the couch and the corners of a pillow at one end. Her eyebrows furrow as she walks around to the front of the couch and finds Santana sprawled rather uncomfortably on their couch.
Santana is on her stomach with one arm hanging off of the couch her fingers barely grazing the wooden floor. Her other arm is tucked under the pillow while her legs are in some strange position similar to that of a stripper on a pole which garners a quirked eyebrow from the brunette.
Rachel takes a seat on the coffee table and stares at the Latina as her lips move and small jumbles of Spanish words come tumbling out of her mouth. Now the brunette was never good in Mr. Schu's Spanish class but from what she can recall it sounds a lot like Santana said something about a dog. Her head tilts to the side as she continues to watch her friend sleeping in curiosity. She jumps when Santana jumps, possibly a dream that startled her from her slumber and her eyes open slightly.
"Morning." Rachel whispers cautiously. Santana opens her eyes more and glares at the diva sitting posture perfect in front of her. She groans at the feeling of being awake and also at the sight of Rachel Berry.
"Ugh, what are you doing?" She grunts, turning onto her side letting her arm slide out from under the pillow. "Aren't you gonna be late for your shift at the chocolate factory?" Rachel rolls her eyes, clearly not all that surprised that the Latina can find some snarky comment right after waking up.
"What are you doing?" Rachel inquires motioning towards the length of the couch. "Why are you sleeping on the couch?" Santana looks back up at her, sits up and sighs before looking down at her hands. Rachel can't help it, it comes out before she realizes it, but she laughs and Santana's head snaps up glare firmly in place. "Brittany made you sleep on the couch? What the hell did you do?" Santana shrugs, kicking her legs out to bring her feet to the ground.
"We had a disagreement." She mutters under her breath but obviously being the only other person in the room Rachel hears her.
"I see." She nods and leans back a little sitting up straighter than before. "Well I would say welcome to the doghouse but judging from the e-mail I received from Quinn this morning I'd say you're in there all alone." She pushes herself up from the coffee table and heads to the kitchen with Santana gaping at her the whole way.
"What the fu- how the hell are you out of the dog house? You lied and shit." Santana exclaims, turning in her spot on the couch and leaning over the back to stare at Rachel. "I tell the truth and I get banished to the couch, shit is whack." She hands her head over the back of the couch totally over watching Rachel make herself breakfast.
"I am going to choose to ignore your insults and trash talk and simply enjoy the fact that Quinn has chosen to forgive me and that she told me she is still in love with me." Rachel says, reaching up above the sink in the cabinet to grab the coffee and coffee filter.
"Gag me with a sharp implement." Santana fake gags and crawls over the back of the couch not so gracefully landing onto her feet. "I guess she was bound to give into you sooner or later. You are kind of annoying when you're all persistent and shit."
"You curse a lot in the morning." The brunette points out, looking over her shoulder at Santana who is hanging around the entrance of the kitchen.
"Fuck off." Santana smirks back at her before glancing down the hallway, her features softening.
"You should probably go in there and apologize." Rachel tells her pulling her attention back towards the kitchen.
"Why do you assume it's me who has to apologize?" Santana questions, her voice raising an octave and her arms crossing over her chest. Rachel shakes her head and chuckles before turning to fully face the Latina.
"Because Santana, you were the one on the couch and that is usually a tell tale sign of someone being in the wrong. So stop pretending that you don't have some groveling to do and just get in there and get it done." She points down the hall towards the couple's bedroom and steps forward to nudge Santana in the direction. "And apologies usually start off with 'I'm sorry'." She grins at her friend who turns just enough back around to give her the finger.
She stops in front of the door and it's still closed just as it was last night in her face. Her hand reaches for the door knob but she's nervous. She opens her mouth thinking that maybe if she calls the blonde's name she may just come and answer the door this way Santana herself would not have to go through the awkwardness of entering the room unsure if she is welcome.
With a deep breath she places one hand on the wood of the door and wraps the other hand around the door knob, turning it ever so carefully. She takes a few slow steps inside making enough room between her and the door to shut it behind her before she looks up to see Brittany. The blonde is sitting up in bed with her back against the headboard, her knees up against her chest and her stare focused on the window.
Santana glances to the window, it's open and the wind is making the curtains flow in different directions. She shivers and realizes that it's on the brink of winter and windows should not be open. She quickly moves over to the side of the bed to pull the window down and locks the top of it. Santana looks over her shoulder to find that the blonde's eyes have moved from the window and are now staring at a patch of fabric on their comforter.
Without words or even an invitation Santana turns around and moves to sit by the blonde's feet, reaching out to grab her ankle over the covers. She squeezes, hoping to get her attention or at least some sort of response. All she gets is a sigh.
"Do you really not trust me?" Brittany finally breaks their very uncomfortable silence with her small voice. Santana's eyebrows rise up to her hairline and her jaw drops.
"Brittany." She says and shakes her hand that is still gripping the blonde's ankle. "Brittany look at me" It takes a few moments, clearly Brittany is debating on whether to comply to her girlfriend's request but she eventually gives in and looks up at Santana. "I trust you. I do, I trust you with my life. I trust you with my heart." Her head tilts to the side as she admits to Brittany just how much she truly does trust her. The fact that she trusts her with her heart she hopes will make the blonde understand.
"But last night, you made it seem like you didn't and I just…" She tears her eyes away from Santana's, small tears forming at the corners and the Latina's initial reaction is to reach out and cup her girlfriend's cheek.
"Britt, I'm sorry about last night. I really am, I'm just... that guy he's a tool. I don't want him near you." Santana tries to explain but even her voice is wavering and Brittany's sniffling is doing nothing to help.
"I already told you that I'm the only person you need to trust here, I can take care of it myself." Brittany tells her.
"No you can't!" Santana yells in frustration and her hand drops from Brittany's cheek to come to her own face and try to muffle the sobs that have come thundering through her body. Brittany jumps back startled at the sudden emotions coursing through her girlfriend and she reaches out tentatively to her. "I'm sorry I yelled at you last night, I'm sorry I was mean or whatever but Britt, baby, it sucks that I wasn't there to not let that happen." She lets herself fall into Brittany's arms and openly cry into her chest. The blonde rubs her back smoothly as she continues to let it all come out in the form of tears.
"Santana, there's nothing either one of us could have done to see that coming and even if we did it probably still would have happened." Brittany rationalizes, pressing a kiss to her girlfriend's forehead. "Besides, nothing happened. It was barely even a kiss really so, there's no reason to get this upset." Santana's tears stop and she gathers herself together. She clears her throat and pulls back a little to look deeply into the blonde's eyes.
"I know nothing really happened but the fact that it almost did…" She looks away shaking her head and Brittany can see her chest tighten and knows she is holding back more tears. "If," Santana looks up again, into blue eyes. "If anything were to ever happen to you, like that or… or anything I don't know what I would do. And if me being a bitch and telling you I don't want him around you and you should tell your teacher, if you think that I'm wrong then… then I'm okay with being wrong. I don't care as long as you're safe." She reaches out to tuck some blonde hair behind her ear and Brittany smiles grabbing Santana's hand and leaning into it with her cheek. "Even if it means I have to sleep on the couch." She tries to laugh but she is still so very sad and a little scared of the possibilities of that situation.
"You really are a piece of work you know that?" Brittany shakes her head, her smile growing as she watches her statement sink into the Latina's mind. "And I love you when you're bitchy and defending my honor, it's all kind of hot." She pulls her girlfriend closer to her until Santana is awkwardly situated between her girlfriend's legs, on her own hands and knees. "I was up all night." Brittany admits, looking away for a moment a biting her lip. "I thought about everything and if I was in your position." Santana waits patiently. "And, I decided that you were right, you are right. I should tell Bernie before it's too late. There may be other girl's Jason has tried this with and even if there isn't," She shrugs. "I don't want this to be something we fight over." Santana nods, a small smile playing at her lips and she leans in for a sweet, chaste kiss.
"The only good thing about fighting is the making up part." Santana mumbles onto Brittany's lips. The blonde smiles and then squeals when Santana pulls at her legs getting her slide down the headboard and into a lying position on the bed.
"But what about Rachel?" Brittany asks, turning her head towards the door as the Latina kisses up and down her neck.
"She is in some Quinn /e-mail love haze." Santana tells her in between kisses.
"But, weren't we supposed to try and have breakfast together this morning." The blonde reminds her thus getting a sigh of frustration and no more lips on her neck.
"Seriously B?" Brittany smiles, one of those 'I'm sorry but yeah we totally have to do this thing first' smiles and then she nods. "Ugh, fine. Let's get this over with quick." The blonde giggles and jumps up from the bed pulling her girlfriend along with her. "Wait, just so we're on the same page, I don't have to sleep on the couch tonight right?" Brittany rolls her eyes and shakes her head, not even bothering to give a response.
Breakfast went a lot better than any of the girls could have anticipated. Rachel had switched back into her normal, blabbering self, going on and on about the positive effects of musical theater for young adults and pre-teens while slowly grating on Santana's nerves. So it's safe to say things are pretty much back to normal.
Brittany suckered her girlfriend into doing the dishes while she straightened up their room being all too well aware that if it were the other way around she would have come back to find the room in a possible worse state. As she's tossing the pillows back onto the bed to move to the clothes that had seemed to find shelter under their desk she can feel the presence of another. She looks over her shoulder while she's bending down to retrieve a week's worth of Santana's laundry to find Rachel standing in the doorway staring down at the spot she is standing in.
"You can come in ya know." Brittany says knocking the brunette back into reality. Rachel looks up to meet sparkling blue eyes and smiles sheepishly.
"Sorry." She sighs with amusement. "Just kind of in my own head these days." Brittany offers her a small smile, standing straight up with all of her girlfriend's clothes in her arms and blows some stray hairs from her face.
"I know." Brittany replies knowledgably. It's not really a secret that the diva has been living in her own world for the past two weeks. "But it's better right? I mean you said at breakfast that Quinn has forgiven you." Rachel nods, making her way deeper into the room and settling at the foot of the couple's bed.
"Yeah, I know." She sighs once more and twists her lips in thought. "It's just… I guess I've been putting myself in her position these days and I would have gotten so much more upset and angry and… I don't know that I would have handled it the same way she did." Rachel tries her best to explain the inner workings of her mind as of recent but Brittany nods nonetheless and drops the clothes by the door before coming back to Rachel and taking a seat next to her.
"But that's kind of the reason why you guys work. You are Rachel and she is Quinn." The blonde offers shrugging her body like this is the most obvious answer in the world to an unasked question. "I mean," She continues upon seeing her friend's confusion. "Like Santana and I, she's crazy and I'm not." Rachel has to stifle a laugh because anyone who met the two would definitely say the opposite but from being around them for so long and so much she completely gets what Brittany is saying. "She's bossy and I'm go with the flow." The diva smiles at her friend's ability to make her feel better. "But I mean don't get me wrong, we all know who's really in charge." She smirks, pointing to herself finally getting an audible laugh from the brunette. "We're so different right down to our hair color but, we work in spite of it. And I think you and Quinn have a similar thing going on." Brittany lets her smug smirk fade and her lips soften into a smile and she reaches her hand out to give Rachel's knee a gentle squeeze.
"You're really a great friend Brittany." Rachel tells her and pulls her into a tight hug.
"I know, I'm kind of amazing."
"Hello?"
"Don't hello me like you don't know who it is." Santana scoffs, switching the phone from hand to the other as she jumps over the back of the couch to take a seat.
"This kind of sounds like some girl I heard of that spent the night on the couch. You could not possibly be her." Quinn mocks into the receiver and she laughs because she can only imagine the look on her best friends face right now.
"You're a real fuckin' riot Fabray." Santana rolls her eyes, throwing her feet up onto the coffee table trying desperately to bring the remote control closer to her without having to exert herself.
"I do what I can." The blonde sing songs only giving the Latina more of reason to be irritated this morning.
"Whatever Berry lover." She spits back. "What's the deal with that anyway Q?"
"We worked things out I guess." Quinn offers and Santana can hear her shrug her shoulders through the phone.
"Clearly ass, but I mean are you okay I guess is really my question." The Latina rephrases her line of questioning.
"Oh, yeah I mean, I'm better. School's going good, I see Kurt a lot and he's keeping me occupied because him and Sam are having issues with their long distance too." Quinn informs her friend, rattling off a few reasons as to why Kurt and Sam are on the outs. "So hearing their stuff kind of makes me feel a whole lot better, they are way more messed up than me and Rach."
"Gotcha."
"So why the fuck were you on the couch S, I mean you must have done something pretty shitty for Britt-Britt to make you sleep there." The blonde points out and Santana nods in half agreement.
"I kind of blew up at her over this TA business. I put my foot down and told her that I was very uncomfortable with her still taking classes with him teaching or whatever." She explains vaguely but to the point. "Because seriously, who wouldn't be a little pissed off here?"
"I am totally on your side S, no need to start a speech to get me there." Quinn interjects whole heartedly.
"Well apparently Brittany was not happy that I was annoyed by it and, well, whatever. It's over, we made up and I think she's going to tell her teacher." She sighs, finally giving up on the remote by her ankle, it's just too far. "So, I guess we'll see what happens."
"Yeah, we'll see." The blonde nods to herself seeing as she is in the same boat of waiting to see what happens with everything.
"I don't get it." Rachel says, her eyes squinting at the television screen in confusion rather than the light being too bright or her vision not being one hundred percent. She glances to her right where her friends are sitting and they are too involved in the program to spare a look at the brunette. "I mean, they just go around to different places buying storage bins and containers and what not in 'hopes' that they can find junk to sell to other people." She explains out loud, more to herself rather than to the pair beside her. "And all they do is make their money back. This show is stupid." The screen freezes and then two pairs of eyes are suddenly on her. "What?"
"If you must continue on breaking rule number one, 'talking/breathing too loud during one of our shows' I'm going to have to pause this shit every two seconds. Now pipe down or I'm gonna have to cut you." Santana leans over Brittany to glare at the diva. "Oh and also, this show is not stupid, you're stupid."
"Wow Santana, your wit astounds me." Rachel rolls her eyes, letting a heavy sigh tumble out and she leans her cheek in her hand.
"This show is amazing, they buy these storage facilities and a lot of the time they find timeless artifacts that can be sold for so much money." Brittany interjects, pointing at the television.
"If they're still in good condition." Santana adds, letting herself relax into the back of the couch once again. Brittany smiles at her girlfriend then turns back to Rachel to nod in agreement.
"And when they find those amazing things they can make back triple of what they had actually spent. I'd say it's quite lucrative." The blonde finishes, bringing her head to lean onto Santana's shoulder. Rachel eyes the dancer up, curiosity and confusion written all over her face.
"Brittany do you even know what lucrative means?" Rachel questions.
"Berry, don't push it." The Latina's voice comes from the other side of the blonde and makes the well spoken diva slump further into the couch. "Now shh so I can gets my Storage Wars on."
Just as she presses play on their DVR the landline rings but the couple just ignores it, tuning it out like they try to do to Rachel. The brunette looks at them and huffs when she realizes neither one of them is going to get up and excuses herself even though she knows that Santana nor Brittany will notice.
"Hello?"
"Is this a new thing? I thought house phones were a thing of the past." A soft feminine and familiar voice comes through on the other end. Rachel is shocked at first, but a smile soon takes over and she rushes down the hallway and sneaks into her bedroom.
"Quinn." She breathes out, carefully taking a seat at the top of her bed. "How… wh… hey." Quinn giggles slightly, it sound comfortable and awkward at the same time, but Rachel does her best to not put too much thought into what a laugh can mean.
"Hey." The blonde replies and this time Rachel can hear the smile behind her voice. "I hope I'm not interrupting you studying or anything."
"Oh, no not at all. I was just watching Britt and Santana watch some stupid TV show." She explains which garners another bit of laughter from her girlfriend. She grins, shaking her head realizing something she hadn't realized she missed so much. "God, I miss your laugh." Quinn's laughter subsides and ends out with a slow hum. "I'm sorry." She backtracks. Yes, they are still very much together but she is suddenly overcome with the fear that it is too soon to get back into their sweet and romantic pleasantries.
"Rachel," Quinn saying her name makes her all kinds of nervous her stomach is doing flip flops. "I miss your smile." Rachel lets out a breath that she hadn't realized she had been holding on to and her cheeks feel like they are ready to pop off of her face that's how hard she's smiling. "And I miss your laugh, eyes, lips and… well, everything else." Quinn says the last part in a lower more sultry voice that gets Rachel's heart pumping more out of arousal than out of nervousness.
"You have no idea, no idea how much I miss waking up and having you next to me." She sighs, lying down on her back and staring up at the ceiling.
"Trust me Rach, I really do." Rachel can hear the strain in her voice and it's comforting to know she is not alone in this sexual frustration she's been living in for the past three months. "So, I was thinking that, with Thanksgiving coming up next week and, well, you're still coming over right?" It is nice to know that Quinn is just as nervous as Rachel to a certain extent, the line of questioning coming out tentatively and unsure.
"I want to." The diva tells her in a quiet voice.
"Good, cause I want you to come." She takes a small breath before continuing, as though trying to gain the strength to her words. "So here's the thing, we had our, issue or whatever and I really don't want Thanksgiving to be the first time we see each other after everything. We'd be weird, then our parents would be awkward, your dad's will probably ask questions and to be honest I don't want to talk about it anymore." Rachel bites her bottom lip and nods as her girlfriend continues on this mini rant of hers. "So what I was wondering, or suggesting or proposing I guess is that I could grab a flight next Tuesday morning to New York and then we can drive here on Wednesday." She can hear Quinn take a sharp breath in and she figures she is most likely holding it in as the brunette mulls over this information.
"Wait," Rachel stops in mid thought and mid answer. "Drive back to Lima? In what? Are you renting a car?" She asks as she turns on her side and plays with the fringe on her throw pillow.
"Umm, if you call taking Santana's truck renting a car then yeah." Quinn's amused tone gets a small giggle from the diva. "I mean, it's not like I can make that thing look any worse. I'm sure if I crashed it it would look a whole hell of a lot better." She points out.
"Agreed, but I think they are going back to Lima for Thanksgiving too. Santana's mother was not too keen on them not being home for the holiday." She shrugs.
"Well, whatever, we can hitch a ride with them. We're all small girl's, four of us can totally fit in that P.O.S." Quinn decides. "I'll talk to Santana, actually no, I'll talk to Brittany she'll talk to Santana."
"Okay."
"Okay? Like for real?" Quinn needs to make sure that this sudden trip will be fine with her girl. She knows she needs it and knowing that Rachel needs it too will definitely make things go a lot smoother when they see each other for the first time in almost a month.
"Of course. The sooner I see you the better Quinn. Seriously, I need to see you like now." Rachel groans into the receiver, her sexual repression getting the best of her. "Like really bad." Quinn chuckles loudly, not even trying to hold it back.
"Well, well Ms. Berry. Sounds like someone's horny." Rachel's jaw drops and she quickly looks to her door to make sure it's closed in fear that one of her friends could have heard Quinn.
"Quinn Fabray!" She scolds in a hushed voice.
"What? I know I am." Rachel shakes her head at the sweet and innocent tone her girlfriend is using, which does not help anything going on in her body right now.
Back in the living room Santana lifts her arm up, remote in hand, and shuts the television off. Brittany's head is still resting on her shoulder and she turns to place a kiss to the top of her head. The blonde lets out a content sigh and snuggles closer against the Latina's body to which Santana wraps her arm tighter around Brittany's waist.
"You wanna go to bed?" Santana asks in a whisper, not wanting to speak too loud in case the blonde was almost in dream land. But Brittany is awake and she slowly shakes her head.
"No, not yet. Can we just sit here for a little bit?" She tosses her arm across Santana's stomach, raising her t-shirt just enough to play with the skin underneath. Santana breathes out, humming as she shifts her cheek onto the other girl's head.
"Sure." She continues to turn her head and place small kisses here and there against Brittany's hair while tickling her side.
"I'm sorry I made you sleep here last night." Brittany whispers after a few minutes of comfortable silence. "But you needed to learn your lesson." Santana can sense a smirk playing on Brittany's lips.
"Oh Brittany, I love it when you punish me." The Latina replies in a dramatic tone, bringing her free hand to her chest to emphasize her words. Brittany shakes her head, lifting it from her girlfriend's shoulder giving her a good hard look, trying her best to fight the grin on her face.
"Do you have to make everything dirty?" Brittany asks, clearly already knowing the answer but finding it amusing to ask nonetheless. Santana twists her lips in thought for a brief moment, looking to the ceiling as though really searching for the answer. Then she smirks, quirks an eyebrow and looks right at Brittany.
"Yep." She squeezes the blonde's side gently and scoots her butt to the edge of the couch. "Come on babe let's go to bed so you can punish me some more." She pulls Brittany up with her and drags a laughing blonde down the hallway and into their bedroom.