Authors Note: There's another one of these at the end to clarify something about the story so far that, from reviews, I'm not sure I'm getting across. Please read after you read this chapter.
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Santana was not a morning person, especially the day after a party, and was definitely someone to avoid until she had her first coffee of the day. The only exception was the days she woke up with Brittany and as she wakes up on Sunday, still in Quinn's guest room, her dream of Brittany dissolved into a rather pleasing reality. She found herself half pinned under the blonde's body, the blonde's lips around one of her nipples and fingers between her legs.
The first sound Santana made that morning was a rather wanton moan.
There's a soft pop as Brittany releases her breast, "Morning Honey"
"Morning Babe" Santana croaked
There were a few minutes of quiet, only punctuated by some very heavy breathing and a few moans, until Brittany broke the silence.
"No progress with Rachel last night?" She asks
"You really want to talk about that now…. gnaaahh!" Santana reply is interrupted as Brittany chooses that moment to slide two fingers into her girlfriend's core.
"I know how turned on you get when you think about the three of us together" smirks Brittany, "See?" she adds as Santana produces a fresh flush of wetness between her legs.
"I don't think she got the hint" Santana states, "Are you sure you still OK with… Oh God…" she gasps "Don't… stop…"
"I was just thinking" Brittany says in a conspiratorial tone "that if we do your fantasy, we could do mine."
Santana is confused and once she can gather her breath she asks "We've done the football pitch. Quinn's pool and hot tub… even the auditorium against the piano. What's left?"
Brittany crooks her fingers inside her girlfriend, searching for that spot that should just be…
"Quinn"
"You want a threesome with Quinn?" Santana gasped surprised.
"No, I want to watch as you fuck her." Brittany whispers, her lips brushing against Santana's ear.
… Just there.
And Santana comes undone with the image of her fingers buried inside Quinn freshly implanted in her mind.
Rachel has spent most of Sunday trying to live down the embarrassment of the events of the previous 24 hours. Everyone had seen her kiss Quinn and even though it was a game of spin the bottle, she was sure that kiss was a lot more than anything required by the game.
She knew exactly why she'd done it. Santana had surprised her by trying to give her more than just the peck on the lips that Rachel assumed was normal between two females playing the game. After that Rachel found she couldn't help but wonder what it would feel like to actually French kiss a girl. And then the bottle had pointed at Quinn and the alcohol in Rachel's system had given her the courage to actually try and find out. She hadn't expected it to feel so good though, Quinn's lips were so much softer than Finn's and once the blonde had opened her mouth, she didn't try and ram her tongue down the diva's throat that seemed to be standard procedure for boys. After that she'd sort of lost track of what was happening and had just kept kissing her until she had felt the need to breathe.
Both girls excusing themselves afterwards, Quinn to go to the bathroom and Rachel to get some water, probably didn't help the others impressions of the event. She was pretty sure Santana would get plenty of mileage out of that, even being a Cheerio didn't stop Santana's teasing, and her worries appeared to be confirmed when she received some texts.
Unknown: See you at school tomorrow – Santana xo
Brittany: Can't wait to see you tomorrow – xo
She'd received texts like that from Brittany before, the girls did seriously seem to love everyone, but Santana's text worried her slightly more. Santana had been cordial to her since she'd joined the Cheerios, she'd even stopped calling Rachel names other than Berry or midget and Rachel thought the latter was a term of endearment rather than an insult, though Santana would never admit that. But she'd never actually been nice and Rachel couldn't help the feeling that the other shoe was about to drop on Monday. Maybe it'd just be a bit of teasing; Rachel thought she could live with that, after all she'd lived with worse.
The freak out when she'd woken up was, ironically, less of a problem. She'd woken up naked and more or less wrapped around the other girl in her bed and with no memory of how she'd gotten there. And it had felt really, really good. She'd immediately gone to the worst case scenario, if she could kiss Quinn like that while under the influence of too much alcohol, could she have gone further and not remembered? Would her first time be forever lost to her? She hadn't even thought through the implications of it being with a girl, she'd just got up and ran. But Quinn had dropped by and had been so nice and understanding about everything, promising her that nothing had happened and calming her down. Rachel was sure that no one else had seen her leave so she thought that would stay just between them.
Her Dad's had been worried about her after her entrance that morning. She'd slammed the front door, rushed up the stairs without saying anything to them and slammed her bedroom door behind her. They'd knocked on her door a couple of times before Quinn had arrived, but she hadn't been in the mood to talk to them. After Quinn had left she'd cleaned herself up and went down stairs to reassure them everything was ok, nothing bad had happened and it was just all an innocent misunderstanding. They'd left her alone after that, but she had noticed the worried look they'd send her way occasionally over the dinner table.
Rachel spent most of that night tossing and turning in her bed, her mind split between worry about what Santana would do the next day and remembering the warm feeling of waking up with Quinn.
When Rachel arrives at her locker on Monday morning she's surprised to find Santana there waiting for her. Her second surprise is that Brittany isn't with her even though both are usually inseparable.
"Hi Rach" Santana says reaching out to give the diva's a quick hug.
Rachel gapes at her for a moment, Santana has never called her Rach before and she's sure the Latino has never touched her never mind hugged her. Well, except when she had to in Cheerios or was pushing her into a locker. In fact she can't remember seeing her hug anyone except Brittany.
"Good Morning Santana; is there something I can do for you this fine day?" she asks automatically.
"I just thought I'd see how you were after the party on Saturday, you seemed to drink rather a lot that night and I assume you aren't used to it." Santana replies.
"I'm quite well thank you, I will admit I did have a headache the next day but two Advil took care of that."
"We didn't see you or Quinn in the morning; you must have left early…" Santana probes.
Rachel tries not to blush, could Santana know more than she thought? Could Quinn have told her about Rachel's freak out?
"I don't know about Quinn but most people seemed to be asleep when I left, though I didn't see you or Brittany. I had some stuff to do…"
Rachel hopes Santana doesn't realize that she's being unusually vague but Santana's attention is distracted when Brittany arrives and wraps her arms around the Latino. Rachel grabs her books and heads to first period.
By Thursday Rachel has taken to avoiding Santana as much as possible. She's not entirely sure, she doesn't have a huge amount of experience in the matter, but she thinks Santana has been flirting with her. A lot. She'd find notes in her locker, some rather sweet and some very corny, she has received SMS messages from her and any time they were in the same vicinity, Santana would find a reason to give her a hug, or touch her arm and in once case actually kiss her on the cheek.
Frankly it was freaking Rachel out.
She returns to her locker to deposit her books before Cheerios practice, after making sure Santana wasn't in the vicinity of course, and finds a pair of Gardenias atop her supplies. Rachel had once researched the meaning of flowers and she knew that these represented secret love and she lets out a deep sigh. Presumably they were from Santana which kind of negated the secret aspect, and the pair? One was to represent Santana obviously, but the other? It couldn't represent Rachel. That would mean Santana thought the diva loved her too and she didn't think she'd done anything to give the Latino that impression.
Rachel sighs again, closes her locker and rests her forehead on the cold metal of the door. She has no idea what to do.
Quinn is thankful to find Coach Sylvester at practice on Thursday, she had been missing again on Wednesday and this close to the competition meant that she was probably up to something. Quinn just hopes the coach doesn't try to get her involved.
"Q! Front and center!" Sue demands.
"Yes Coach?"
"How's Broadway doing?"
Quinn had checked in with Brittany earlier just in case Sue asked. "She's got most of the choreography and Brittany's ready to start her on the gymnastics today."
"You do it Q, I want her taught by the best the best I have and that's you." Sue thinks for a moment, "Sandbags can take over on Wednesdays when you're running the practice." She adds.
"You're not going to be here on Wednesdays Coach?" Quinn asks.
"That's none of your business Q, now move!"
When Quinn catches Rachel for the fifth time in a row for a relatively simple flip, she decides it's time for a break.
"Let's take five" she says and heads over to their towels and water.
They sit on the bench and drink from their water bottles for a little while staring off into the distance.
"What's on your mind Rachel?" Quinn asks.
"Nothing" Rachel replies unusually briefly.
There's a few moments pause before Quinn speaks up again.
"There is something Rachel and its distracting you." She says, "You can either tell me and I'll help if I can, or you need to put it out of your mind because being distracted when doing these moves could end up with someone getting hurt, and that someone would usually be you."
Rachel sighs, "It's embarrassing…"
"You can trust me Rach, I won't tell anyone." Quinn says.
"It's just…" Rachel swallows, "Do you think Santana likes me?"
"I don't think Santana likes anyone except Brittany, even me. She tolerates you which is certainly an improvement from before." Quinn says.
"I think she's been flirting with me" Rachel blurts out.
Rachel tells Quinn the whole story, the texts, the notes, the pet name and even the hugging and kissing.
"But I don't understand why," she finishes, "After all, she has Brittany and I'm pretty sure those two are madly in love"
"Oh! My! God!" Quinn declares when Rachel mentions Brittany's name.
"What? Do you know something I don't? You have to tell me Quinn, you can't keep it from me!" Rachel demands.
"Do you remember what Brittany said the first day you came in to Glee practice in your uniform?"
Rachel thinks for a while, "No, I don't think I heard her say anything."
"Well I was sitting right next to her and Santana" Quinn says, "And I'm pretty sure she said Santana wanted to have a threesome. You, her and Brittany."
There's silence and Quinn turns to see Rachel staring at her, mouth agape and eyes wide. She watches as Rachel's jaw starts working up and down but there's still no sound, until…
"She. Said. WHAT?!"
The last word is shouted out and both girls automatically looking around to see if anyone heard.
"I'm pretty sure that's what she said." Quinn nods.
"Well, I supposed that explains everything. She must know I wouldn't just sleep with her so she's trying to woo me." Rachel says, "And now I have to find a way to tell her I'm not into that."
"Yeah" Quinn agrees, "I guess a threesome with them would be a little daunting."
"What?" Rachel asks, "Oh the threesome. Yes, I don't think I'd be in to that either."
'Either?' Quinn thinks, 'what can she not be in to if she wasn't talking about the threesome? Oh wait.'
"I thought you said you had a crush on a girl?" Quinn asks hesitantly.
Rachel looks at her in surprise for a moment, then remembers the 'I have never' game, "Yes" she sighs, "Her name was Kirsty, she was in my ballet class when I was five."
Quinn suddenly feels like she's been smacked in the stomach, the breath has been knocked out of her and she feels like she's going to be sick.
"I think we're done here for today." She said, "I'll see you tomorrow."
She dashes out to the locker room, grabs her stuff and without even stopping for a shower she races out to her car.
Authors Note 2: The point I'm trying to get across is that, although the two girls have some feelings for each other, Quinn a bit more than Rachel at this point, neither of them have put two and two together and come up with four yet so they haven't realized what those feelings mean. Is that showing through or am I totally missing the target?