Seriously, all I know is that it's a Wednesday.
I think that Quinn brought her entire closet with her. At the moment, every single sun dress, cardigan, flowy button down and pair of jeans that this girl owns is strewn about my room. She looked absolutely absurd when we opened the door for her. There was a pile of clothes and legs that we were welcoming into our home.
After about forty-five minutes of debating, we finally got Quinn settle on jeans, a striped tank, and a three quarter sleeve cardigan that matches the stripes on the tank perfectly. I did her make-up because she can't do smokey eyes and I can because I'm awesome. I also did this despite Rachel's protests. She tried so hard to convince Quinn to wear as little make-up as possible because usually when she shows up to the Lima Bean, she's barely wearing any and clearly RJ likes her the way she is. Like every normal teenage girl however, Quinn has her confidence issues and insisted on the eye make-up. She did go for the more natural toned gloss though, which was definitely a good choice.
And now it's 7:15 and Rachel promised Quinn a pep talk.
Let's see how this goes:
"So, how are you feeling?" Rachel asks Quinn who has been sitting stock still on a stool that we borrowed from the kitchen in the middle of Rachel's room.
"Terrified," Quinn mumbles and then turns her head towards the mirror to look at herself for the eighty-six-thousandth time in the last 45 minutes.
"God, Q! Chill out, will you? It's just dinner!" I say plopping myself onto Rachel's bed. Really I just want Quinn out of the house so I can gets my lady lovin' on.
Quinn just huffs and crosses her arms, slouching a little bit.
"Don't listen to her," Rachel says to Q but gives me a scowl, "she just wants to get you out of here so that we can have sex. Little does she know that if she keeps it up she won't be getting any."
And the wheels on the bus go round and round all over Santana.
"Ew," Quinn says under her breath.
Rachel and I look at each other with I'm assuming identical inquisitive eyes. Then my nostrils flare with the slight rage I'm feeling over Quinn's burst of hypocrisy. Silently, I ask Rachel if I can say what I'm thinking. She rolls her eyes and mouths "fine," but gives me a stern look that tells me not to actually speak my mind.
Fine. I won't. But Quinn is definitely getting a piece of it.
"Now, I just want to clarify something here, in the minutes before your date with a girl, are you 'ewing' the thought of lesbian sex in general or the thought of Rachel and I having sex?" I pause for a moment knowing full well that Q doesn't have an answer, just a surprised expression and then continue, "Because I'm having a hard time figuring out how you could possibly be disgusted by either since A) you could be having your own lesbian sexcapades in the near future and B) Rachel and I are both ridiculously hot, so what on earth makes you think that the sex we have isn't just the same? Actually, I'm surprised we haven't burned down the house... or Rachel's car... or the auditorium..."
I look over at Rachel because I'm sure I've gone just a little too far and then out of nowhere she opens her mouth and says, "Or the doctor's office."
I love her.
"Okay! Okay! I get it!" Quinn yells.
The only sound that can be heard are the tiny snickers that Rachel and I keep letting out. I know that if I try to say anything else it will turn into a full fledged crack up and then both of us will be lost.
Our tiny bursts of laughter are interrupted, "The auditorium, really? I mean, a make-out session is one thing but..."
"Right on the piano," I say and bite my bottom lip thinking about how hot it actually was... too bad we couldn't finish... although, I really can't say the actual result of that wasn't better.
"I'm not sure that one really counts," Rachel says scrunching her face up and shaking her head.
Oh it definitely counts! "I had to wipe things off and you had to readjust things. We totally would have finished if the little drummer boy-"
"He's the bassist-"
"Irrelevant. It counts."
"Okay! You attempted to have sex on the piano in the auditorium. Established. Can we deal with my impending panic attack instead of clarifying the details of your sex life?" Quinn shouts as she jumps off of the stool and starts pacing the room.
Now it's 7:30.
"Quinn, I think I need you to express what it is you are actually so nervous about," Rachel says walking over to the door frame of her exercise room and leaning on it.
Still pacing a hole into Rachel's floor, Quinn frantically starts talking, "What if she asks me if I'm a lesbian? What if she asks me if I've ever had a girlfriend before? What if she doesn't like me when she gets to know me? What if she asks me about Beth?"
"WHOA! Whoa! Whoa! Q, why the hell would she ask you about a child she knows nothing about? She goes to a different school!" I shout at her because I think it's the only way to get through her crazy.
"I... don't know..."
"And you should answer her questions honestly. Tell her that you're bisexual and you've never had a girlfriend before but it's because you haven't given yourself the opportunity to," Rachel says quite intelligently and in this tone that's really supportive.
"If she gets on you about being bisexual, because she's blatantly a dyke, then she's also a bitch because every good lesbian knows that girls are quite susceptible to sexual fluidity."
Quinn has stopped pacing and Rachel is walking forward towards me. When she gets to me she puts her hand on my forehead.
"What the hell?"
"Your temperature is normal," Rachel says taking a step back.
"You look normal, too," Quinn says with her quirked eyebrow.
They're questioning my knowledge! Both of them!
"I read, you know."
"Yeah, at warp speed, we know," Quinn says with her arms crossed and her back to the mirror, for once.
Maybe I should explain where this came from...
"Okay so I was curious about something and did some research a couple years ago... the internet is really the only place to go when you're too scared to ask an adult..." I look up from the floor that I've been staring at and Rachel and Quinn are standing next to each other, both with their arms crossed and perplexed looks on their faces. Christ. "I wanted to see if hooking up with Brittany was normal," I blurt out, "some things said it was and some said it wasn't. I didn't know what to believe, but it felt good, so clearly we kept doing it. And how can there possibly be anything wrong with what Rachel and I have now?"
"There isn't," Quinn says stepping off of the dresser, "And I think I'm ready for this date now."
Good thing, it's 7:40 and Acapulco's is actually fifteen minutes away.
"Wait, what?" Rachel asks with some shock.
"Santana's right, there's nothing wrong with this," Quinn shrugs and grabs her keys off of the dresser, "that's what I've really been worried about. Okay, I have to go." She takes one last look at herself in the mirror, smiles and then turns back around, "Walk me to the door?"
"Of course," Rachel answers and then opens the door for Quinn to walk out. She shoots me a look that clearly means I have to join. I wasn't going to go get the strap-on or anything instead... no, of course not.
Plan saboteur.
"I'll come back for all of my stuff tomorrow, if that's okay?" Quinn asks.
"Perfect," I answer because I DO NOT want her returning tonight.
"Break a leg, Quinn. I'm going to hug you now," Rachel says opening up her arms for the hug.
"Okay," Quinn says through the same laugh that everyone else seems to give after she says that to them.
"Yeah, good luck, Q," I say from the stairs, "and if anything happens don't be afraid to call... Brittany."
Rachel gives me a look and Quinn laughs. Then, finally, Q opens the door, smiles and walks out! We watch her get into her old school red Beetle and drive off.
Rachel closes the door and when she turns around, I am right there with my arms around her, "I was seriously starting to think she wasn't going to leave."
"I'm a little mad at you right now," Rachel says crossing her arms, creating space between us. She hasn't taken any steps back though making it easy to keep my arms around her waist.
What the hell have I done now? I'm not letting her go until she tells me.
"Why are you 'a little mad' at me right now?"
"Because."
"Because is not a complete thought. Because is what you say when you have more to say." I tug at her waist, pulling her in closer but causing her crossed arms to dig into me a little bit.
She has nothing to follow up her 'because.'
"You know, angry Rachel is really sexy and the more you scrunch your face at me like that, the more I just want to tear all of your clothes off." That should make this a little more difficult for her.
Rachel uncrosses her arms and tries to push off of my shoulders. Nope. Not happening. When that fails, she puts this super fake smile on her face that just makes me laugh, making her mad again.
Quite the vicious cycle I've created.
"I suggest you tell me why you're mad at me, or this is never going to end," I say keeping my wrists crossed at the small of her back, but sliding my fingers past the waist band of her underwear to rest on her butt.
She lets out this awkward combination of a huff and a sigh and then starts mumbling things under breath.
"I'm standing completely in your personal bubble and I can't a hear a single word of what you're saying right now," I say uncrossing my wrists and diving my hands further into the back of her shorts, kneading away at her cheeks.
This time, a moan escapes her lips. Clearly, her body has betrayed her and she isn't happy about it. She huffs again and then finally says, "I was supposed to give Quinn the pep talk!"
"Seriously?" I've stopped moving my hands on her ass and now they're just resting on it.
"What?"
"That's what you're mad about?"
"Yes," she whines.
This is ridiculous, "That wasn't even my fault! How was I supposed to know she was going to take my impulsive rant and run away with it? You're acting like you didn't even get a chance to help!"
"Well...?"
"Well, what? Babe, trust me, you were a lot more helpful than I was. I was too busy trying to get her out of the house to get to this," I finally release her from the grip I've had her in, indicating 'us' with my arms.
She isn't moving. Instead she takes her arms and wraps them around my waist, resting her hands on the small of my back. I quirk my eye brow up making the confusion in my brain known to her.
"I guess one of us had to be pushy..." she trails the sentence off as she takes a small step into me.
What is she doing? She was just mad at me, wasn't she? Did I miss a section of this conversation?
The hand sliding down, into the front of my shorts is not helping my confusion.
"Rach?"
"Mhm?"
"What are you do..." my speech hitches as a finger dips in between my lips and gently slides up to my clit, "...ing?"
"Testing a hypothesis," she says with this pleased look. She takes her hand out of my shorts and brings her finger to her mouth to suck it clean. "Mmmm," she hums and then slowly draws it out from between her lips, "it seems to be right."
I can't breathe, by the way. I mean, I can, but this is just... wait... "a hypothisis?" What is this, a science fair project?
"Umm..." I try to swallow to remedy the dry throat that I'm experiencing, "have you been playing me?"
"Well, I wouldn't put it that way," she pouts. Still playing me. "I just... wanted to try something and let me tell you, your frustration has left me thoroughly aroused," she completes the sentence with a little nibble of her bottom lip.
In a voice that I can feel coming out of the bottom of my lungs and after another gulp attempting to relieve my throat's dryness, "What was your theory?"
"If Rachel gets mad, then Santana gets wet. Really wet apparently," she says with a little... sexy... smirk.
Well, that isn't a very good hypothesis, "I'm pretty sure I told you that an angry Rachel is a sexy Rachel."
"You didn't tell me that before I was 'mad' at you."
"Sneaky."
"I know," she bites lightly down on her lip again. "Wanna go upstairs?" she asks through dark eyes and a tone dripping with lust.
"I was getting worried that you weren't going to ask," I smirk at her and grab her hand to lead her up the stairs.
I start to lead her into my room but just as I'm pushing open the door, I remember that all of Quinn's closet is in there taking up every possible inch of space. I sigh one of those throaty sighs that we all love so much and Rachel says, "Why don't you go grab... you know. I want to do something really quick," she says nodding towards her room.
"Okay?" I say not knowing what she could possibly need to do and head into my room.
Hmm... should I put it on? Uh... I'm not really sure how I feel about walking around with it on... even if her dads aren't here. I'm definitely not going to put it on and then put clothes on over it. That's just too weird for me. I might want Rachel to give me a blow job, but I definitely DO NOT want a dick.
I think I'm just going to take the box with me to her room.
Her door is locked!
"Rach?" I shout as I shake the door knob as if that's going to get me past the locked door.
"Just a second," I hear her say from kind of far from the door.
"Babe, what are you doing?"
"You'll see!"
I hear the click of the lock being undone and the the slight creak of the door hinges. And then: Oh. My. God.
My lungs just aren't functioning.
Directly in front of me, is the most unbelievably sexy and kinky thing I have ever seen in my entire life. The door opened, revealing my gorgeous, nearly naked girlfriend. My eyes first meet with hers, then trail down her bare chest and land on the part that makes her nearly naked: the skirt. The plaid school girl skirt. Not just any plaid school girl skirt, but the one she wore the week we were all obsessed with Britney Spears. She still has one hand on the door knob and is leaning on it with her legs crossed.
I know that I've seen this before, but for some reason this is totally different. She did this on her own. For me.
"Good, you brought the whole thing," she says walking up to me and taking the shoe box that I completely forgot I was holding. Tossing the lid behind her, she starts digging through the cards with one hand. She stops rifling through, puts a card in between her teeth and then starts a search again.
My mouth is wide open. I can feel my lips, my tongue and my throat getting dry all over again. I don't think I can close it though.
After she finds a second card, she removes the first from between her teeth and hands me the box saying, "Two birds."
She doesn't even have to show me the cards.
"So, are you going to come in here or are you going to stand there gaping at me all night," she asks popping up her eye brows.
I finally close my mouth and attempt to lick my lips. It's absolutely useless. Then I make the mistake of trying to talk and instead of an "um" coming out of my mouth all that happens is a loud exhale. Rachel rolls her eyes and grabs my hand, pulling me into her room. She takes the box away from me again but this time she removes the harness with our purple, extra appendage attached to it. I watch as a smirk appears on her face and I can tell that she's gotten some idea into her head. After putting the box down on her dresser, she holds up the strap on and stares at the dildo for a for a few seconds. Once she's holding it in front of her face, she shifts her gaze to me, catching my eyes. It takes me a couple seconds to notice that the tip of the purple silicon she's been grasping is getting closer to her mouth. I really can't breathe now. Without breaking eye contact, Rachel slowly slips her tongue out from behind her lips and licks the tip of the silicon that's going to be on me very soon. Very soon.
Once upon a time, if someone had told me that Rachel Berry was the sexiest, horniest and most kinky girl they knew, I would have passed out laughing.
I think I unleashed something three months ago and I regret nothing.
I finally inhale and snap out of my daze. I need to be wearing that. After shaking my head a little I yank my shirt off, unclasp my bra and pull down my shorts as fast as I possibly can. Rachel giggles a little and then gets down on her knees in front of me to have me step into the harness. As she's lifting it up my legs, she places kisses up my thighs and just before she brings it to my center, her lips land at the top of my lips causing a moan to just slip right out of me. I look up and focus my eyes on other things in the room as she tightens the straps around my hips.
I have my own hypothesis: If I'm this turned on now, then I'm going to explode when she actually goes down on me.
Rachel stands up, sliding her hand up my body and landing on one of my breasts. She squeezes it and catches my lips with hers. Another moan happens allowing her access to the inside of my mouth. Her other hand moves down from my hip to the apparatus I'm wearing.
Breaking the kiss that I don't seem to have the brain capacity for, Rachel says, "I was thinking that the fellatio should come first. It really only seems right, at least from what I've witnessed."
She's completely serious, by the way. Okay, Santana, don't laugh. Do not laugh. Even though you know for a fact that she's talking about porn. And used the word fellatio. Oh god. I can't stop it.
"Babe," I squeak out before a gigantic wave of laughter spews out of me.
"Santana Lopez, I demand you stop laughing this instant," she stomps her foot and crosses her arms, giving me her angriest scowl.
After taking a few steadying breaths, I say to her, "I'm sorry, it's just... well... you used the word fellatio and..." a chuckle escapes and I feel instant guilt.
"And?"
"Did you do... umm..." What's the best word for this? "...research?"
She scrunches her face and huffs, "well, it's not like I've ever given a... a blow job before..."
There's this ridiculous smile on my face right now. I know it. I can't take my eyes off of her either.
"What?" she asks suddenly looking really self-conscious, a look I'm really not used to seeing in scenarios as such.
Hmmm... how do I say this? "It's just that... I don't know how you can manage be so adorable and so sexy all at once. It's the most fantastic conundrum of the century."
"I love when you say intelligent things like that," she says stepping in closer to me again. She reaches down and tugs on the dildo between us, "I wanted to jump you during your whole sexual fluidity speech."
"Nothing is stopping you now."
"Nope," she whispers and tugs on the dildo harder for me to walk with her to the bed.
"I'm positive I've told that you're lucky this isn't real," I say as she continues tugging me over to the bed.
After stopping next to the bed, Rachel says, "As much as I'm all for the rights of our transgendered and transexual brothers and sisters... it would be really weird if this was real," giving it one last tug that makes my hips go with it.
I can't stop the laugh that comes out of my mouth. I love her so fucking much. I just have to kiss her. Have to. And now that my brain is working again, I can participate in our usual tongue battle... or not. Rachel doesn't seem to be fighting me like she usually does. I mean as much as I like having free rule over her mouth, I really like clashing with her in a war for dominance.
"Hey, are you nervous... or something?" I ask pressing our foreheads together.
She shakes her head and then kisses me softly. "Sit down," she says biting down a little on her lip.
I do as I'm told and watch her take a deep breath before getting down on her knees in front of me. She looks nervous. "Babe," I say lifting her chin with my finger, "you don't have to do this. I only put it there becmmm..."
"I want to," Rachel says with her hand covering my mouth, "it's just that... I'm not really sure what I'm doing..."
After she takes her hand off of my mouth, I bend down a little to kiss her and then say, "Just to let you in on a little secret: I'm not going to be able to feel it, so whatever you do will be perfect. Just seeing you lick it earlier rendered my brain useless..." I leave it at that hoping that she catches what I'm trying get to her.
"Like..." she lowers her head back down and looks down at the purple silicon protruding from me, "... this?" She sticks out her tongue and licks the tip the same way she did before and just like before, my brain has stopped functioning properly.
"Yuh huh," I husk out.
I hear a tiny laugh and then watch as she licks up the bottom of the shaft. Once her head is back up, she shifts her eyes up to meet mine. She smiles. It's probably because my breathing is clearly uneven and my facial expression is showing exactly what I'm feeling. Which is like mush... imagine what that expression looks like.
Or maybe the smile was for what she's going to next? She licks around the head and instead of picking of her head up like before, she wraps her lips around what she just licked and then picks her head back up.
I'm dead.
That's it.
I can't even sit up anymore. My back hits the mattress, but I have to keep watching her. Looking down past my tits and over my abs, I watch as Rachel wraps her lips around the dildo again.
"Don't use your teeth," I whisper out of my dry mouth.
"You just told me you can't feel it," she says looking up at me and then putting the head back into her mouth.
"I know," I breathe, "but I don't think that thing is bite mark proof."
"Point taken."
She goes back to the dildo, bobbing her head a little bit now. Then, I feel her hand sliding up the inside of my thigh... then fingers slipping between my lips... and then moving up to my clit.
Between the circles her thumb is rubbing, her other hand stroking the shaft of the dildo and her mouth doing whatever it's doing I... ay dios mio.
"¡Ay dios mio! Querida, tú... tú... ay..."
All at once, Rachel thrust her fingers into me and deep throated the dildo. She isn't even gagging. She just... fuck... no more thinking. Thinking stops when your clit is getting rubbed, your g spot is getting found with every thrust and your ridiculously hot girlfriend is giving you a strap on blow job... a totally porn-worthy blow job at that... don't tell her I said that.
"Uuuuhhh... fuck... Rachel... mmm... FUUCK!"
I... fuck... yeah about that thinking thing... not happening. I'm just gonna... umm... lie here for a few...
"How was that?" Rachel asks from my shoulder.
When did she get there?
"That was... umm... words... are..."
"Should I take that as a 'good?'" she asks, tracing circles on my chest.
"Better than," is what I manage to breathe out.
"So," Rachel starts as she trails her finger tips down to one of my nipples, "ready for part two?"
Oh my god, I forgot there's more, "yeah... umm... maybe in a minute... do you not have a gag reflex?"
Okay so my thought process is a little shot.
She laughs into my shoulder then looks up and says, "This one time I tried to make myself vomit at school for some absurd reason probably having to do with Quinn... I don't want to talk about it... and Miss Pillsbury caught me. Well, she caught me not being able to do it and I think I said 'I guess I just don'y have a gag reflex' and she said to me," she stops for a second to laugh again, "she said, 'one day you'll consider that a blessing' or something like that."
"I hope Mr. Schue is tapping that, because I bet she's a freak!" Oh my god I have to tell her about this, "Remember when we were doing Rocky Horror and Miss Pillsbury was still with that dentist?"
"Yeah, he flipped out on Mr. Schuester about something," she says propping herself up on her elbow.
"Britt and I totally saw what he had flipped out about. Schue and Miss Pillsbury were rehearsing 'Touch-A-Touch-A Touch Me' and they were all over each other. It was gross! Oh and Miss Pillsbury: thirty-something year-old virgin," I say rolling over to face her, finally finding some energy to move my body.
"Don't make fun of her, she's a good person," Rachel scoffs at me and flicks my nipple.
"Ow! Fine! Let's not talk about our teachers' sex lives anymore. There are much more pressing matters to be taken care of," I bite down on my lip and run my hand up her thigh, under her skirt and land on her ass.
"Come on," she says sitting up and urging me off the bed with her.
"Where are we going?" I ask as she walks me towards the door.
"This is a fantasy, we have to do it right," she says with a wink and stops at her dresser. "I am a perfectionist, you know," and with that, she bends over placing her hands on the top of the dresser and sticking her ass out towards me.
I didn't realize two things earlier 1) her skirt is much higher than usual and 2) she's wearing Mary Janes. Best girlfriend ever. Seriously.
"Are you just going to stare at my ass or are you going to fuck me like I know you want to?"
I can't believe she just said that.
One hand on the dildo and the other reaching out for the body part I've been staring at, I take the two steps forward that are necessary to do just what she suggested I want to. Before starting that though, I have to do something: I bring the hand I have on her ass back and send it forward again connecting with her flesh, causing a loud smack.
"Do it again," she moans.
I spank her a little harder this time causing her to grunt, "You like that, huh? You're being a bad girl, you know?"
"Only for you," she says heavy excess breath.
"Because you're mine?"
Ooo... where did that come from? She is not going to like that. I should probably kiss this fantasy good-
"Yes," she breathes out, "I'm completely yours... oh fuck! Santana!"
So my response to her saying that was to thrust into her. I really couldn't stop myself, it was like a reflex. It might have been a little too rough; I'm gonna start out slow.
My hips take up a slow, steady rhythm, thrusting in and out of Rachel. Every few thrusts, I give her ass a light smack. Soft moans come from the girl in front of me as I draw in and out of her.
"Mmm... faster, San," she moans out slowly.
Picking up my pace, my hips find a new rhythm. I shift my eyes from the silicone easily gliding in and out of Rachel to the rest of her body. I watch as her hand adjusts to grasp the lip of the dresser. I listen as her breaths get shallower and her moans get louder.
Taking my left hand off of her hip, I bring my fingers to my mouth getting them as wet as possible. As I pick up my hips' pace once again, I bring my freshly moistened fingers to her clit and start the up, down, circle pattern I know she likes so much.
"Oh... oh don't stop, San... oh fuck... fuck!"
By now, my pelvis is smacking into her ass causing her to jolt forward with every thrust into her, despite me pulling on her hip. My fingers' motions on her clit have gotten harder and faster as well and I just know she has to be close.
"Fuck... I..." and for the first time ever that squeak that lets me know her orgasm has unleashed itself has come out in the form of a word: "SAN!"
As the sound of my name being squeaked out echoes through my head, I slow down my thrusting, but make sure to press deep into her with every one. Each slow thrust results in a whimper of pleasure and a slight shudder. I keep it up until I'm sure she's had enough and the instant I stop and slowly pull out of her, Rachel's arms give out. Before she can land flat on her face, I catch her by wrapping my arms around her waist. Doing this causes the dildo to push down and slide between her legs. She shudders once more in my arms and I can only assume that it hit something.
"Think you can stand up?" I ask and place a kiss between her shoulder blades.
"Yeah," she breathes out and stands up straight, turning around in my arms, "walking might be totally different though."
"You're okay, right? I didn't-"
"Shut up," she says through a laugh, then starts loosening the straps around my hips. As I finish what she started, she takes a couple steps towards the bed and then stops.
"Uuhh... are you hurt?" I ask suddenly feeling really panicked.
"No... I think I'm... I think 'fucked' is the best way to describe this feeling. I'm going to go to the bathroom really quick. I'll take this with me," she says walking back to me and taking the harness out of my hands.
I watch her walk down the hall to the bathroom. She isn't limping, it's more of a slight hobble with an adjustment being made every couple steps.
As I'm making my way back to the bed, I see that my phone is blinking. This better not be from Quinn, she left an hour ago. Ahh... it's from Britt.
From Britt Britt:
Quinn is on a date with that girl right now? And y didnt I find out sooner?
Okay, I totally would have told her. You know me! But Rachel told me not to. Enough said. I wonder how she found out?
To Britt Britt:
I'm sorry! Rach told me not to tell ANYONE! How'd you find out?
From Britt Britt:
1) Whipped 2) you just told me. Q told me she was busy 2nite so I just guessed.
Crap.
I guess of all the people to find out Brittany's the one Q would care the least about.
"Who are you texting?" Rachel asks as she puts the strap on down on the dresser.
"Britt-"
"You didn't tell her about Quinn's date did you?" she asks as she's crawling into bed with me.
"Not on purpose. B's a good guesser. And sneaky."
"Touche," she says as she snuggles into my side.
To Britt Britt:
Hey I g2g. Let's hang out 2morrow.
From Britt Britt:
Def. Enjoy naked time with Rach!
"Yup, a really good guesser," I say and show Rachel my latest text from Brittany.
She just laughs into my shoulder and snuggles even closer into me.
"Tired?" I ask and then kiss her head.
"I don't think I can go again, San," she says looking up to me with her chin on my chest.
"I wasn't even gonna ask that!"
"Oh. Sorry."
I roll my eyes and say, "I was going to ask if you wanted to watch a movie."
"I don't really want to get up... or get dressed," she whines and pouts.
"Babe, there's a TV and a DVD player in your room," I say pointing in front of us to the TV stand between her dresser and her closet.
"Oh yeah. I guess I use it so little I forgot it was even in here. All the movies are downstairs though," she whines again.
"Not all of them. I'll be right back I promise," I kiss her forehead and despite her physical protests, I get out of the bed and make my way to room. Once again I've forgotten that there's a flood of someone else's clothing in here and I have to toss some of it around before I find the big black CD binder I brought over from my house. I flip the alphabetically ordered DVD and grab the only "I" that I have.
"There's no violence in this is there?" Rachel asks when I get back.
"Maybe. I don't remember. You're gonna like this though, I promise," I say and start everything up. I grab the remote and rejoin Rachel in the bed. She sits up a little and finds her place under my arm and on my chest.
"Are those girls holding hands behind that guys back?" she asks as I'm pushing play. I just laugh and pull her into me even closer.
"Just watch, babe."
...
"They can't do that! They're in love!"
"But she's married."
"So, that's what divorces are for!"
"Wow, I'm shocked. Rachel Berry is advocating for divorce."
"What?"
"Nothing. I just always figured you were anti-divorce."
"I'm not. I'm anti-unhappiness. Sometimes divorce can cure unhappiness. Are you telling me that you don't think she should leave her husband for Luce?"
"Of course I do. I was just playing Devil's Advocate," I say kissing her forehead.
"You're a pain," she says and then places her head back onto my chest.
Is that my phone buzzing? Who the fuck is calling me right now?
"Ugh," I groan as I reach for the phone. "You have got to be kidding me!"
"Who is it?"
"Quinn," I say making my frustration clear, "I know I told her to call Brittany!"
"Answer it," she sighs.
"Fine. This better be good Q," I say into the phone knowing that I'm going to get a pinch from Rachel.
"Can I come over? I know I said I'd be over tomorrow to get my stuff, but can I come over, like, now?" she sounds kind of frantic and worried.
"You couldn't call Brittany?" I ask, trying not to sound to agitated.
"I would have, but Brittany doesn't care about what people think about her..."
Oh shit.
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