Hey guys! This chapter promises to be a shit show in all ways. Hope you like it. It was def a guilty pleasure I always wanted to write.

Just a quick blurb about the last chapter – make sure you guys don't skip over it. FF was acting all kinds of funky the day I posted so make sure you don't start this one before you read that one.

Quick recap of X. InTimacy Interrupted: S and B hash out a fight about Tim and why Britt didn't show up at the airport followed by San trying to track down Tim in order to confront him about his relationship with Brittany.

If you have read the chapter then by all means continue on! Thanks!


XI. The Right Kind of STimulation

Santana hadn't wasted any time after she had been foiled at the sports complex. She continued to text people she knew and make all the arrangements. Really not a lot needed to be done once word of a party got around to a few of the more connected kids at school. Plus everyone had been looking forward to blowing off some steam before they had to stumble back into school. Puck arrived with kegs and set up tables in the basement, Sam arrived not too long after with some sound equipment and some tricks he had learned when he had been a go-go dancer or whatever he had been doing away from McKinley.

It wasn't long till Mariska's perfectly kept house had been trashed.

Music thumped throughout the walls shaking the ceiling and the lampshades. People danced around all over the living room, through the kitchen and down the basement. The sound of video games and people playing Mariokart echoed from the tv while sounds came from the kitchen as two different drinking games were being played on the same table. Girls dressed in barely anything that covered their bodies danced on thrusting hips and guys bumping up against them.

Sam had pulled out some old DJ equipment and stood behind his setup playing club music for the dancers. Most of the football team had shown up, the basketball team had already pregamed and arrived hammered around 10:30, and the cheerios had shown up liquor in water bottles stored in purses that ranged from all the colors of the fruit juice section at the grocery store.

The glee kids had arrived early for the most part. Rachel and Finn had started with light mixed drinks and were now sitting in the kitchen making out in the corner. Mercedes with a beer in hand had made her way towards the DJ table where Sam kept looking up towards her. The girl definitely wasn't subtle. Blain and Kurt had made their way downstairs to where the guys were all playing pong.

Music kept blasting throughout the house. Santana made her way from her room to stand on the landing of the stairs. The Latina had decided to where a short red dress which left almost nothing to the imagination, boots, and had let her hair hang around her shoulders. In one hand she held her cellphone and in the other hand she held a red solo cup filled with a few different liquors and some orange juice. All that matter was that it was strong, but fruity enough that she could pretend it tasted good.

Her dark eyes scanned the room. Most of the kids went to McKinley. Occasionally her eyes drifted to some face she didn't know. Then she would linger for a moment just to make sure that the person couldn't possibly be Tim. Each time she would have to rule out the possibility. Too fat. Too annoying. Too girly. Too, no wait that actually was a girl. Too clingy. Too ridiculous. Too ugly. And so on.

Santana breathed from her nostrils not yet feeling the effects of the alcohol yet. She took another swing of her drink. Where were the punks from the complex? There was no possible way any guy could resist her charms especially when she had practically put herself out there for him. Her tricks always worked and just because she had been quite publically identified as a lesbian didn't mean she was any less hot. They would show.

Until then…

Her dark brown eyes lit up at a flash of blonde across the room. The cup at her lips lingered for a moment.

Brittany.

The blonde had been dancing with Mike in a short skirt and a pink cut off the shoulder top with some print on it. Really Santana couldn't be too concerned with what she was wearing. Her eyes were firmly checking out the long tone leg muscles that could go on forever. And of course she was dancing. Santana smirked into her drink as she enjoyed watching Brittany dance like no one in the world existed.

A tap on her legs from beneath the stairs snapped the girl from her lustful leering.

"Santana! Yo!" Puckerman had yanked at the bottom of her dress from below between the rods of the stairs. "We're up."

"What? Get off Puck." Santana kicked at him to get his hand off her dress.

"Pong. Hello! You told me to sign us up. Well we are up and we have a reputation to maintain."

"Shit. I'm no where drunk enough yet."

"Down that drink like a champ and let's go then Lopez!" Puck clapped his hands like he was encouraging one of his teammates out of the field. "Come on! Chug that shit and get your ass down here!"

Santana sneered at the boy below her, but didn't hesitate to tip the cup all the way back. She grimaced afterwards. Not from the alcohol, but from the rushed sugar consumption from the juice. Whatever. It was worth it, she told herself.

"That's not gonna be enough. Get over here!" Puck grabbed Santana's hand and pulled her down the stairs the rest of the way. Santana grunted, but didn't resist. Her eyes glanced once more towards where Brittany was still dancing with Mike. For a moment their eyes met, but it didn't last long. Puck had steered them through the bodies around the living room and into the kitchen.

A group of kids were playing around a ring of cups with two stacked on each other in the middle. A pong ball bounced around as they were trying to hit the middle cup. Someone hit another person's cup and the football player had to drink, he wasn't even finished with his cup when someone sunk the top cup everyone lunged for their cups. Chandelier always proved to be fun, but Puck pulled her right past the game towards the kitchen counter.

He reached into her parents cabinets. For a moment Santana felt heat creep through her cheeks as she realized exactly why and how Puck knew exactly where everything was in her house. Sometimes it felt like a lifetime ago when she considered him to be her number one guy. They had often hung out here and gotten drunk from her parents alcohol. Now when she looked at him, all Santana could think about was how ridiculous his hair looked.

"All the way." Puck poured her a shot of grey goose.

She laughed. "Really? At least it will go down pretty easy, but I was expecting you to pull out some Vlad from your combat boots."

"What can I say? I wanted to be classy tonight. Besides this bottle's on your parents, so I can afford to be classy as fuck." Puck lifted the shot glass. Santana mirrored the motion. "Cheers."

They clinked glasses then downed the drink. For a moment Santana felt the burn, but it turned to an icy chill that settled throughout her body. She shuddered then stuck her glass out. "One more. I'm not losing pong in my own house."

"Damn. It's gonna be a good night." Puck winked before he filled her glass again. They repeated the ritual.

"Letz go kick some ass." Santana smirked before grabbing a cup and filling it with beer from the keg.

"That's the spirit."

She followed Puck down to the basement. It was darker and set up like a rec room, but Puck had brought over his pong table and had set it up. A few guys were playing pool on her father's prized table. One of the many ipod docks in her house had been confiscated and playing different music than upstairs. Here in the darkness of the basement, couples danced up on each other grinding and moving to the beat. It was hot and sweaty in the corner closest to the second keg and the music. Santana felt her body humming now with the help of the alcohol and the tight quarters. Heat radiated from the basement. She couldn't wait till she found her blonde bombshell later.

A small gathering had worked themselves around the pong table. Kurt and Blaine were playing two football players and winning? Santana couldn't believe her eyes. The two gay boys were working the table at the moment.

Go team gay!

Santana shared a knowing glance to her pong partner. Puck smirked. They were thinking the same thing. He shrugged and gave her another wink. They tapped cups and took another swing of beer together right as Kurt sunk the last shot.

Kurt shrieked as he jumped up and down hugging Blaine.

"Fuck, man!" The one football player cussed.

"If you could get a fucking cup this wouldn't have happened!"

"Beat by the fucking gay kid."

Santana tensed for a moment, but the other football player shrugged the comment off before turning to Kurt and Blaine.

"Good fucking game. I want a rematch." They shook hands.

"I am pretty good with balls." Kurt responded with a wink. Everyone started laughing. Blaine quickly pulled his boyfriend back from the football players. All it took was a drink and Kurt had become quite bold. Didn't want to risk starting a fight already. Luckily most of the guys had laughed and thought it a funny joke on their teammates.

Beer pong solved all the problems in the world.

"Who's next?" Blaine asked in a cocky voice while drinking more from his cup.

"You know you didn't want to ask that because for tonight only we have the biggest badasses of the table reuniting." Santana took a step forward. She and Puck high fived each other before rolling the balls back the two boys. They quickly set up the cups.

"Seriously?" Kurt frowned. "I thought you had given up on boys and balls, Santana."

"Ha! A good thing too since that means more for you. Nice try, but I don't give up on winning and this is my game sweet cheeks. Get ready to have Blaine crying on your shoulder in a few minutes."

Within seven minutes, Santana and Puck had handedly defeated the gay dream team and were starting on their next opponents and another beer.

Four games later, Santana held the pong ball in her hand eyeing up the cup. Her head felt good – very good. A little fuzzy, but very good. In fact, she really didn't have a word for the state she felt because she was in the zone. It was a special place when she rarely missed a cup and when beer tasted like water. At the thought of beer, she took another swig from her cup.

This had so far been the hardest game of the night. Artie had a wicked shot from his wheelchair. How had he had gotten down the stairs into the basement? Those were logistics Santana didn't have time for at the moment. The bastard had gotten them to go into double over time again. And it looked like it might happen again. They were both down to one cup.

"Sink this shit." Puck muttered behind her ear, but the girl didn't hear it.

Instead her eyes glanced towards Artie's partner, Tina. Strange. She instantly thought of Mike and Mike had been with Brittany. It became harder to concentrate on the ball and the cup. She hadn't seen Brittany in awhile. Just when the brunette might have started to panic, Brittany made her way down the stairs to the signup sheet Puck had taped to the basement wall. Her blue eyes sought out Santana's. Sparks flew as the blonde made sure to bite her bottom lip while signing her name and another name Santana could make out to play next.

Clearly Brittany meant to challenge Santana to a game of pong. Heat flashed through her body at the come on. Fuck. That was hot. Santana felt the boldness of alcohol respond for her. She kept her cool.

Instead of reacting like the horny girl who wanted to jump Britt right there, Santana smirked back at the girl. Her eyes kept complete contact with Brittany as she took a blind shot at the cup across the table. She didn't need to hear Artie groaning, Tina yelling something about how ridiculous Santana was, or even the satisfying plunk of the ball hitting the water to know that she had made the shot.

Brittany pretended to not acknowledge that Santana had just made a no look cup. Instead she got up from leaning against the wall and made her way towards the brunette. Puck had moved to the table to begin setting up for the next game. It gave Brittany a clear path unhindered right to Santana. For a moment their bodies brushed. Santana lifted her hand to wrap around Brittany's waist at the same time the blonde leaned into her. Their lips were only an inch apart.

"Dare you to try that stunt when I'm kicking your ass, Lopez." Brittany had also been drinking.

"I'll dare a lot more than that before the end of the night." Santana had yet to break eye contact.

"I doubt you'll even be able to make one cup this game."

"Why's that?"

Brittany leaned all the way in. Her lips grazed over Santana's ear lobe. A shiver ran down her body at the contact. Her breath stopped in her throat as Brittany continued talking. "Cause you'll be too busying trying not to cum thinking about me."

Just like that the moment was over, but already Santana could feel her body shaking up and down tingling from the feelings. Shit.

Puck turned around to see the last part of the exchange. Her frowned and instantly grabbed Santana's arm and shook her. "Tan the man, this is no time to get your panties in a fucking twist! Snap out of whatever hot lesbo spell your girl put on you! We are playing against some kid I don't know therefore we have to win! Reputation, remember?"

Santana's eyes snapped up at the mention of a foreign invader to their party. Tim?

Unfortunately she recognized the kid from the lacrosse field and standing right behind him was the other guy. She had completely forgotten about Tim and her half-baked plan to try and get him to show up at the party. Her eyes searched for another unfamiliar face, but no one stood out. Maybe Tim had been a no show again. Shit.

"Sanny baby, anytime." Brittany teased from across the table.

Santana looked down to the ball in her hands. A lot was riding on this game.

She looked up about to shoot when her eyes were drawn upwards again. Brittany's hand ran lightly over her exposed collarbone. To anyone else it might have looked natural, but Santana knew by the way her body was reacting that Brittany was teasing her on purpose.

"Shit." She had thrown the ball wide.

Puck made his first shot and glared at Santana. "Get it together. Focus on the cups only!"

Brittany smirked from across the table drawing Santana's eyes away from the table once more. She heard the sound of a bounce too late to swat the ball away from the cups. That lacrosse punk had bounced on her. Puck growled and forced his partner out of the way.

"Fine. I'll watch the cups since you can't seem to keep your eyes from your girl's tits." Puck moved away two cups and then another when Brittany made her shot. All of a sudden they were down three to one. Santana shook her head angrily. Damn Brittany. The blonde ran her tongue along her bottom lip before dragging her teeth. Her hand had moved from her collarbone to run one finger down her chest towards her cleavage. She ran her finger back and forth never breaking eye contact with Santana except to shoot. The influence of alcohol and Brittany's eyes were more than enough to mesmerize and seduce the Latina.

Luckily they didn't make another shot.

Puck picked up the balls and hesitated to give one to Santana.

"What's your name kid?" He called to Brittany's pong partner. He needed to get Santana to look away from Brittany. Fuck! He needed to look away from Brittany. The girl was practically eye fucking the shit out of Santana at the moment. It was hot.

"Brian."

"How do you know Brittany?"

"She's friends with one of my friends."

Santana finally broke contact with Brittany at the mere suggestion of Tim. Brittany noticed and pouted from across the table.

"Who's that?" Santana asked sweetly.

"Oh you know, Tim." The guy answered back confused why Santana didn't know that since had been the one to invite them. Brian had been pretty sure Santana knew Tim since she had come looking for him that afternoon at the lacrosse field.

"Right, Tim! How could I forget?" Santana shot the ball and missed. She cussed silently. Her eyes purposely avoided Puck. "Where's Tim? Why couldn't he make it?"

Brittany felt tipsy, but something about this convo felt strange. She glanced to Santana, but her girlfriend wasn't paying any attention to her anymore. Instantly she wondered how Brian had even known about the party and how he knew Santana.

"Homework besides way past his curfew especially since he has those commercials coming up. I don't even think he can come to lacrosse practices anymore." He paused then turned to Brittany. "Did you hear about that dance he is going to? I heard they might show a screening of audition video to celebrate his gig. Are you going? I know he keeps talking about it and how to get you to come."

Brian's words lingered in the air. Santana had heard them, but she couldn't start a scene not here. Tim had asked Brittany to some dance. Or something about a dance with Brittany. Santana looked to her girlfriend to see her reaction, but Brittany didn't respond. Fuck. She mentally kicked herself in the head. She needed to remember this tomorrow. For now she had to continue being the good girlfriend and play pong.

Santana contained her frustration. Puck made another cup. At least he could carry them for now. They continued to play. Santana had yet to make one cup. Brittany kept laughing and talking to Brian. Even if this kid wasn't Tim, she still felt protective and apprehensive towards anyone with Brittany. She took another sip of her beer glaring over the rim. Puck made another shot.

Again they were down one to one. Somehow Puckerman had been able to sink almost all his cups to keep them alive. Reputation was the only word in his vocabulary at the moment. Brian shot and missed. Brittany crunched her nose and grabbed some guy's hat from off his head as he walked by. He protested for only a moment, but the sight of a hot blonde made him rethink his arguments. Britt flipped the cap backwards as she took aim. Santana's stomach tighten then flipped. The ball released from her girlfriend's hand and hit the rim. It popped out and rolled back across the table. Both Santana and Brittany lunged for the ball, but the taller girl beat her to it.

"Girls shoot left handed." Puck taunted. "Go ahead and try."

Brittany smiled mischievously, "Are you saying that I can't make it behind the back?"

If she didn't personally know how good Brittany was with those long fingers, Santana wouldn't have been worried.

"Go ahead and try it darling." Puck slurred a little with a strange accent.

Brittany wrapped her arm around her back and smoothly tossed the ball right into the cup. Puck smacked his hands to his face. Brian high-fived his friend and then Brittany. But Santana had other plans. Her head was buzzing with sexual frustration and sexy feelings all relating to Brittany's stellar performance. She crossed the table with a mission. Her hands found either side of Britt's head. She pulled her girlfriend into a hot kiss. Their bodies dipped into each other's for a moment to the beat of the music as all the other noise stopped.

After they realized the party had stopped, Santana opened her eyes and looked around. Everyone had been staring at them. Puck's mouth hung open. Brian walked up to him. "Shit man, you see them like this all the time?"

"I wish."

Santana rolled her eyes glared at everyone. "Show's over. Get back to your shit before I kick you all out!" No one moved. She jutted forward. It startled most people. They all went back to their own dancing and games.

"There you two are. Get up here. Please it's unbearable without out you guys." Quinn called downstairs.


Drinks, beers, shots, and games later, the room was spinning.

"No, no! I did not kiss him!" Puck was yelling quite loudly.

They sat in a circle at the kitchen table. The party was in full swing and yet somehow the glee kids had all gravitated to each other. Maybe it had been the time apart, but they were playing a variety of card games.

Most of the crew had a number of fingers up or as in Puck's case were down. Never Have I Ever.

"Then why is your finger down?" Sam asked with a smirk.

"The question was never have I ever kissed anyone from the football team!" Brittany yelled then threw a glance to Artie with a grin since he had been the one to say it. Both Brittany and Santana had put one of their fingers down. Everyone had been expecting that since they had been trying to get the two girlfriends out, but when Puck had tried to sneak a finger down, Mike had instantly called him out.

"It wasn't like a real thing! We were reaching for the same towel in the shower, I didn't know how close we were!" Puck tried to defend himself. "Besides Finn's always so awkward."

"What!" Santana roared laughing. "Oh my god! With Finn? So gross!"

Everyone looked towards where the football captain should have been to respond to such outrageous accusations. Instead he was making out with Rachel. She sat in his lap completely oblivious to anything happening at the table.

"Speaking of gross…" Santana muttered at the display. "At least when Britts and I get our macks on, it's hot and sexy."

Brittany nodded before leaning over to kiss Santana.

After a moment, Santana continued talking, "I thought I told you to keep the troll on a leash, Fabray."

She looked towards Quinn, the other blonde barely acknowledged Santana's snarky comment. Instead her eyes were torn between staring at Rachel and Finn and not looking at them at all.

"Awwwwkkkwarrrdd." Brittany sang into Santana's ear before giggling.

"Oh! I got a good one!" Sam said to change the subject. His words skipped over each other. "Who would you make out with? Same sex, but not allowed to choose each other Blaine and Kurt and you two." He pointed at Santana and Brittany. "Has to be someone different. Go!"

He pointed at Mercedes first.

"Oh gosh!" She giggled holding at hand to her chest still laughing. "Tina! Definitely Tina! She's been so funny all night!"

Now Tina was giggling too as they clutched at each other busting up with laughter at some inside joke.

Kurt went next. "Sam." He said stealing a glance at the blonde boy then at his own boyfriend. He tried to pretend he wasn't blushing then batted his eyes towards Blaine to wait for his answer.

"Mike. He's got the moves like Jagger." Everyone started to laugh. Mike did some fancy robot moves and winked towards Blaine which gained more laughter.

"How bout you Santana?"

Santana went to open her mouth, but Brittany jumped in. "She would definitely make out with Rachel!"

Santana whipped her head around glaring. Her mouth had dropped open. Everyone was laughing so hard. She swatted out at Brittany's hand. "As if! Oh you are so dead, Miss Pierce."

Brittany continued to laugh while playing with Santana's hair twisting it gently.

"How about you, Quinn?"

Quinn glanced at Rachel then shrugged, "Coach Sylvester obviously."

"Ohhhhhh" Everyone made the same noise.

"That's terrible!"

"No!"

"Well at least we know how she got to be the head cheerio now!" Mercedes cracked a joke. Everyone kept laughing.

"Too much. Too much." Santana shook her head as she kept laughing. Everything was spinning now. It felt good. She looked up and caught those bright blue eyes on hers again. "You owe me a dance."

Brittany didn't say a word. The blonde could also feel the alcohol coursing through her body. The music had switched to some beat. Words weren't needed. She reached out and grabbed onto the mocha hand offered. The living room had been converted to a dance floor. Football players had trickled up from the basement and moved to find an open body to dance on. Girls grinded their asses against guys or on each other.

Santana could care less. She only had eyes for Brittany. Their hands disconnected. The gaze between them intensified. The air already felt hot and heavy before they stepped into each other, but the moment their bodies touched, the floor seemed to melt. The music grew louder. Not a lot of space made them brush up against other people, but more importantly up into each other.

The music pounded vibrating the floor up through their bodies. Brittany wrapped an arm around Santana's waist and pulled her in close. The brunette paused for a moment to create tension between their bodies before she relented and moved into Britt. Her arms wrapped around the taller girl's neck pulling her head down so Brittany's lips were tantalizingly close. Long finger spread across her waist and stretched to her backside sliding down the small of her back to linger on her ass. Santana's body arched at the contact pushing them further up against each other.

The music changed again the beat dropping lower and slowing up. Brittany smirked. Santana's breath hitched as she instantly recognized that look from her girlfriend. Before she could react, Brittany had turned the brunette around. Her backside flushed against Brittany. The blonde pulled her in by the waist while Santana leaned over to grind her ass right into her girlfriend. Britt let out a satisfied moan as they continued to dance to the music. She slowed up her movements and made sure to rub her girlfriend with each beat of the song.

It was so hot now. They were sweating and the room was spinning, but they didn't care. Santana reached her arm back to hook around Brittany's neck. In turn, the blonde pushed Santana's hair away from her neck to kiss her exposed skin. Santana leaned further back to let soft lips run up and down her salty skin.

"Fuck." She whispered breathlessly as her girlfriend bit her neck ever so lightly.

"I love dancing with you, San."

"You love dancing." Santana teased.

"Yeah but with you it's like sex." Brittany said deadpan. Her hot words rolled through the shorter girl's body.

"We should get out of here." Santana moaned as she felt Brittany's hands inching up her thighs. She pressed harder back, but she couldn't contain the way her body felt. All she wanted was for Brittany to push her hands even higher up her dress where she knew was soaked.

"You mean go to your room?" It was Brittany's turn to tease. She purposely left one hand playing up the hem of Santana's dress, but the other hand she slowly worked up Santana's body. Fingers lingers and playfully touching over the bunching material around her stomach.

Santana could barely think – the alcohol, the music, Brittany's sticky sexual words, and her proximity. "Anywhere."

Brittany's eyes scanned the room. People were dancing or tripping over themselves. Yeah it had been a real shit show. What she noticed on the stairs were people streaming up and down from the second floor to the living room. Finn and Rachel were making out on the stairs. Sam and Mercedes were still dancing. Puck had two cheerleaders on his lap.

The way Santana was grinding and dancing meant they needed a room fast. Brittany leaned back down. "I'll find us a place. Give me a few minutes then meet me upstairs."

Santana nodded, but when the blonde tried to walk away, she pulled at Brittany's hand. They kissed for a moment in the middle of the living room between other bodies dancing. Finally Britt pulled away with a wink. "See you soon."

The brunette could only suck in a deep breath as she tried not to look so obvious. The room spun but she remained motionless as she watched her girlfriend navigate through bodies to climb up the stairs.

"You and B gonna get it on?" Puck came up behind her and made a kissy face.

"Uh. Get out of here." Santana pushed him out of the way.

She looked around. How long had Brittany been gone?

"Well anytime you wanna expand that hot mess to three-"

"As if."

Santana walked away and stumbled into Mike and Tina dancing. Mike winked at her before they moved along.

For an instant Santana recognized Brittany's vice president from Student Council. In that brief moment, drunk Santana convinced herself that Jenny had been checking out Britt's ass. Santana pointed to the girl and made a line across her throat. A very clear message and warning – if Jenny wanted to live, she wouldn't think twice about the Latina's girlfriend. Jenny took the hint and slithered away fast.

Satisfied, Santana continued to move towards the stairs. It was a good thing they had split up maybe it wouldn't be so obvious why she was leaving her own party in order to go upstairs.

She stepped over bodies and stumbled up the steps to the second floor. Her body still thrummed with the feeling of her girlfriend's dancing body up against hers. The hallway was darker, but after the landing, not as many people were around. Santana smiled. Maybe no one would be up here except for her and Britt. About halfway down the hallway, Santana felt a hand grab onto her arm.

Golden hair.

Then lips meeting hers.

Santana smiled into the kiss in the dimly lit corridors of her hallway. But as she opened her eyes, she knew something wasn't right especially when lips against hers whispered. "Rachel."

Dark coffee eyes widened in surprise. This was not Brittany. Everything felt different. This blonde was far too short and her hair wasn't a flowing mess from dancing. She didn't smell right and their bodies didn't mesh together like they should have.

"Quinn?" Santana asked.

The blonde only nodded in a drunken haze. Tempted to laugh, Santana instead bit her bottom lip with a smirk. "You thought I was Rachel? Wanky."

That explained a lot.

Quinn tried to kiss her again. For a moment Santana hesitated. She wanted to find Brittany. Her eyes darted over Quinn's shoulder as the blonde's lips touched her neck. When was the last time Quinn had a quality lay if she was moping over Berry? Santana shook her head. Probably not since Quinn had gotten preggers with Puck. Sad.

Another head of blonde hair popped out of her father's study down the hall. Santana's lips froze in mid kiss as she recognized Brittany. Her heart stopped. Not out of fear her girlfriend would be jealous, the unholy trinity had gotten its nickname for a variety of reasons. Instead the intensity of Brittany's gaze stopped Santana's breath. Pure passion. Pure desire even with another girl kissing Santana, Brittany's azure eyes remained transfixed on Santana's deep chocolate eyes.

"Berry's not coming." Santana remembered seeing Finchel getting their kiss on the stairs when she had stumbled up here a few minutes ago. Quinn nodded now looking up at Santana. Their eyes met and Santana knew that Quinn knew who she had been kissing. The alcohol, Brittany's gaze from down the hall, and Quinn's body reignited everything inside the brunette. She cupped Quinn's chin gently and leaned into her. Their mouths so close and her eyes never blinked, Santana whispered. "Come with me."

Quinn took a short breath. Sure she had kissed Santana and Brittany before when they had gotten drunk in a hotel room once for a cheerleading competition, but this would be totally different. After watching Rachel shove her tongue down Finn's throat all night, Quinn felt so frustrated. Here with Santana so close, she felt both safe and dangerous at once. She needed this and she knew despite her drunken state that she could trust her sometimes friend sometimes enemy.

A quick peck to Santana's luscious lips were all she needed to respond. Santana's face flushed with the feel of Quinn's lips complying willingly.

Santana looked again to Brittany down the hall. Her girlfriend leaned against the wall. She crooked her finger once with a look that invited trouble. Santana smirked and pulled Quinn's hand. Brittany disappeared into the study right as Santana reached the door. For a moment she thought her girlfriend had vanished, but a hand reached out and pulled her in.

Finally the right lips met hers. She dropped Quinn's hand as Brittany pushed the door closed behind the two girls. Santana moaned as she felt the hardwood door on her back and the firm press of her girlfriend's body between her legs. Eager hands inched her dress up so Santana could straddle Britt's leg. Their mouths connected and they kissed long and hard for a few moments picking up where they had left off downstairs.

Her hands trailed up Brittany's side followed by a soft moan. Santana opened her eyes for the first time since pulling Quinn into the study. Quinn leaned against the wall next to the door. Her eyes wide watching her two friends making out on the door. The brunette pushed Britt back an inch and motioned over to Quinn. The girl didn't move, but that did not deter the Latina. She whispered something to Brittany afterwards they both looked at their friend.

Brittany left a lingering kiss on Santana's cheek before walking towards Quinn. She wasted no time as she approached the shorter blonde and cupped her face. Their lips met hungrily. Santana watched as the two blondes kissed up against the wall. Her breathing increased and grew steadily sharper as Brittany lifted Quinn's arms above her head pinning them to the wall. Her other hand worked down the girl's body touching and hugging every curve.

Finally all the attention elicited a forbidden noise from the queen of chastity as she moaned at the feel of Britt's lips trailing down her collarbone. Santana felt herself heating up, but wanted to watch some more. It had been awhile since the two had done anything as adventurous with another person since they started dating. Normally it had been with a guy. With Quinn, it was so different, but in a good way.

Santana moved to her father's study armchair and pulled it out from the corner to the center of the room. She sat down spread her legs so her dress hiked up her thighs and began to touch herself watching the other two girls. Britt pulled Quinn's shirt off and had thrown it backwards from their bodies. They were still fiercely kissing. Santana could feel how wet she was and wanted more than anything to join them, but she remained seated in order to continue teasing herself.

Now Quinn wanted Britt to touch her everywhere. The short blonde ran her hands up the other girl's impossibly long legs as Brittany pulled the girl back away from the wall. Her fingers hooked into the loops on Quinn's jeans and yanked her hard. They fell stumbling backwards, but luckily didn't topple to the floor. Santana waited in the chair knowing how her girlfriend worked.

Brittany had unbuttoned Quinn's jeans and pulled them to the floor, Quinn easily stepped out of them. Within the next second, Brittany had turned the former head cheerleader around and plopped her ass right on top of Santana's lap. Santana lightly grunted, but didn't mind.

Practically naked Quinn closed her eyes in pleasure as the brunette's hands clasped her tits over the material of her bra. Brittany stood above the two girls grinning. Her eyes sought to make contact with her girlfriend. Santana and Brittany exchanged knowing glances. This was definitely hot. Brittany dropped down to her knees between both Santana's and Quinn's spread legs. Both girls on the chair moaned at the added presence.

"You know you've been thinking about this for awhile, Q." Santana breathed against the girl's exposed neck.

"Shut up."

Santana almost laughed, but instead continued to kiss her neck. Her hands undid the back of her bra and slid it from her torso tossing it aside. Brittany shimmied Quinn's panties down to her ankles before discarding them to the floor as well. Quinn's body shook from the shock and exposure. But for the most part, she reacted to the feel of Brittany's hot breath between her legs. For a moment it seemed like wanted to give into panic and jump of the embrace, but she made eye contact with Brittany once again. It took only one head nod from Quinn for Brittany to know that they were going to go all the way tonight.

She quickly kissed Quinn to encourage her, but her eyes searched for approval from the brunette. She wanted Santana to be onboard with a third person literally between them. As if to respond to the question, Santana grabbed one of Brittany's hands and lifted it to her face. She slowly opened her succulent lips and stuck a finger in her mouth. She let the single digit drag along her lips into her hot mouth. Then she stuck another finger in making sure to completely soak Britt's fingers. Brittany let out a low moan and ground herself against Quinn's legs.

Fuck.

Santana's eyes sparkled with the knowledge that she knew her girlfriend was so incredibly turned on right now.

"Do it." Santana murmured as she pulled Britt's fingers from her mouth. Brittany nodded.

Both Quinn and Brittany responded to the forceful words. Quinn moaned while Brittany tried to rub herself harder against Quinn's body to relieve some of the sexual tension building between her own legs.

She slipped her hand down to Quinn's burning core and drew the already wet fingers across the girl's soaking pussy. Quinn sucked in a deep breath. Her head rolled back into Santana's body. Santana hardly noticed. Her eyes were on Brittany alone. Brittany didn't shy away from the eye contact. She slipped one finger into Quinn. The girl between them began gyrating her hips on the finger and into the seated Santana.

Brittany pushed her long finger in and out. In and out never breaking the connection she shared over Quinn with her girlfriend. Santana ran her tongue around her lips feeling her body heat up as Quinn grinded down in her lap. Brittany took the opportunity to lean into the Quinn's quaking body. Her finger still steadily worked between the blonde's legs, but Britt's focus was on Santana's mouth. They crashed together kissing each other with such fervor and passion. Santana ran her hands through Brittany's hair pulling the girl flush against Quinn's body so they could kiss harder.

Embolden by her girlfriend's needy kisses, Brittany slipped a second finger into the girl between their bodies. Quinn's eyes rolled back. Her hands grasped at the chair arm and around Britt's waist. Santana's one hand reached down between them as she ran her fingers up and down Brittany's hand going in and out of the former cheerio's pussy. The feel of a second hand even if it barely grazed her, set Quinn off. The girl's back arched completely off Santana's body into Britt as she felt orgasm after orgasm rack her body. Finally she slumped between them breathing hard and heavy. Her eyes closed.

Santana shared a smirk with Brittany. They maneuvered the blonde to the sit on the large armchair by herself. First San pressed a soft kiss to the girl's lips followed by Britt also kissing Quinn. Brittany grabbed a small blanket from one of the other chairs and placed it over her body. Quinn mumbled something incoherent before falling asleep.

But the two remaining girls didn't notice. They were already at the desk pushing books and paperwork to the floor to clear space for their frantic grabs at clothing that needed to come off and bodies that needed to meet.


Well not a lot of plot, but still Santana is getting closer to finding Tim. More to come!

Sorry it took so long to post, it's getting to be the busy part of the semester. :( I will keep trying to post once a week. Soon I should be back to posting 2-3 times a week. Have a lovely week!