I do not own Glee or any of the original characters. It all belongs to Fox and RIB. Any characters you do not recognise are my own creations.

I apologise for the long wait for this chapter. Real life and lack of motivation for this story made it hard to write this update.

This story will be updated on a regular basis until it is finished. I estimate that chapter 30 will be the final chapter. Hope you guys are still into this story!

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Chapter 25

Rachel lets out a small groan as she wakes up, squinting against the harsh sunlight that streams through the gap in the curtains. It takes her a moment to remember why she's in bed with Brittany, and she sighs softly as last night's events drift to the front of her mind. Santana and Quinn are no longer in bed with them so Rachel figures it must be pretty late in the morning. She never usually sleeps longer than Santana. Brittany stirs next to her and Rachel softly hushes her, gently combing her fingers through Brittany's soft hair until the other girl settles down. Rachel doesn't move for a few moments, she's too scared of waking Brittany up again. She figures Brittany can afford to put the impending hangover off for a little while longer. Rachel slowly shifts towards the edge of the bed, praying that she doesn't wake Brittany up, and shimmies off of the edge. She grabs one of Santana's hoodies from the floor, where Santana would often leave her clothes, and pulls it over her head.

"Thief." Rachel jumps slightly, glaring at Santana as she leans against the doorframe, smirking at her girlfriend. "Sorry," Santana quietly adds, but Rachel doesn't think she sounds sorry at all. Santana holds her hand out for Rachel to take, smiling when her wish is granted. "Morning, baby girl," Santana murmurs as she presses a soft kiss to Rachel's lips. "You must have been exhausted, it's almost eleven." Rachel nods sleepily and leans heavily against Santana as they walk downstairs. "You okay?"

"Yeah," Rachel nods, "just processing." Santana smiles in understanding, squeezing Rachel's hand reassuringly.

"I know what you mean, babe." Santana leads Rachel into the kitchen and pushes her into one of the chairs, "coffee?"

"Mmm, yes please," Rachel groans. "I can't believe how tired I still feel," she adds grumpily. Santana shakes her head at her girlfriend and pours her a glass of water from the faucet.

"It's because you're dehydrated," Santana tells her, handing her the glass. "The water will help you more than the coffee will."

"I still want coffee, though," Rachel remarks, smiling sweetly at Santana. "Where's Quinn?"

"She went to get some groceries," Santana replies, glancing over her shoulder as she prepares some coffee for Rachel. "We kinda assumed that none of us would be going to class today. What with what happened last night and all," she softly states.

"Yeah..." Rachel looks down at her hands, falling silent. Santana doesn't miss the change in Rachel's demeanour. She sits down next to her and slides the mug of coffee towards her, waiting for Rachel to speak. "I miss her," Rachel murmurs after a moment, her vulnerability present. Santana nods, not trusting herself to speak just yet. "It's like... you know when you get a haircut, and then you hate it? You don't like the change at all and you wish you could just snap your fingers and it would go back to how it was..." Rachel pauses, holding her coffee close to her chest. "You get used to it, you still like it, but you learn to live with it, but.."

"every single time you look in the mirror, you're reminded of it," Santana finishes for her.

"Yeah," Rachel whispers. "It feels wrong. She's here, she's right upstairs, but she's not ours. We shared a bed with her and we're protecting her, but she's not our girlfriend anymore. I got used to not having her, but I didn't stop missing her," Rachel murmurs, blinking back tears as she lays her head on Santana's shoulder.

"I know, baby," Santana whispers, tilting her head to kiss Rachel's temple. "Neither did I."

"It hurts," Rachel whimpers. "It hurts to be around her when I don't get to be that part of her life." Santana nods, swallowing thickly. Her own tears blur her gaze, but she doesn't let them fall. She takes Rachel's coffee, placing it on the table, and pulls Rachel into her arms. She doesn't know what else to do, and she doesn't know what to say. Santana rocks her ever slightly, her arms tightening around her small frame when she hears a quiet sob escape Rachel's lips. This is the sight that greets Quinn when she walks in a few minutes later, and she doesn't need to ask what has her girlfriends so upset. She just knows. It's the same thing that has her feeling like her heart is going to crumble; Brittany. Without speaking, Quinn drops the groceries onto the table and kneels in front of them, wrapping her arms around her girlfriends. None of them speak...they don't need to. Each young woman knows the others feel, and it only serves to make them feel worse.

"Is she still sleeping?" Quinn quietly questions, looking at Santana. Santana nods her head yes, not missing the tiny flicker of relief that passes through Quinn's hazel eyes. She's kind of relieved, too. Rachel shifts in her arms and she looks down into her brown, wet eyes.

"Make me feel good," Rachel pleads. Santana frowns, not understanding. "Please, make me feel good," Rachel takes a hold of Santana's hand and pushes it between her legs. Santana's eyes widen and she glances at Quinn.

"Sweetheart, aren't you a little too upset for that right now?" Quinn softly asks. Rachel rapidly shakes her head,

"no. I just, I want to feel close to you both," Rachel whispers, her dark eyes pleading with them. Her breath hitches, she no longer has to ask. Santana's fingers lightly rub against Rachel's crotch through her thin panties, her eyes never leaving Rachel's. Using just one finger, Santana adds more pressure and she feels Rachel's panties dampen underneath her touch. Rachel whimpers as Quinn attaches her lips to her pulse point, and she revels in the attention her girlfriends are giving her.

"Quiet," Quinn commands into Rachel's ear, sending a shiver down her spine. Rachel swallows a groan, determined to stay quiet. When her girlfriends take charge like this, it works out even better for her if she listens to them. Santana meets Quinn's gaze and smirks, pushing Rachel's panties aside and running her finger through her girlfriend's soaking wet folds.

"So wet already," Santana whispers, nibbling on Rachel's ear. "What do you want, baby. Tell me what you want," Santana husks.

"Inside," Rachel gasps, "inside." Santana grins, it's not often that Rachel is rendered almost speechless and she loves that she can get Rachel so worked up so quickly. Quinn gently scrapes her teeth along Rachel's jaw, her eyes fixed on Santana's hand. She feels Rachel squirm under their touch and it causes her pulse to quicken.

"Does that make you feel good?" Santana murmurs into Rachel's ear, circling Rachel's erect clit with her index finger.

"Uh huh," Rachel breathes out, her hips bucking. Quinn smirks and pushes down on Rachel's thighs, pinning her legs down as Santana works her magic. Rachel whines, pushing against Quinn's hand,

"uh uh," Quinn tsks. "Let go," she murmurs. "We're in control. Let go, baby." Santana slides her finger down Rachel's wet centre, moving away from her clit, silently telling Rachel to listen to Quinn. Rachel ceases her movements, her dark eyes pleading with Santana to keep going. Santana kisses Rachel's neck, her finger drawing large circles around Rachel's clit, her finger easily slipping through the hot flesh as she narrows the circle. "Much better," Quinn praises softly, placing a line of tender kisses along Rachel's jawline. "Much better," she repeats and Rachel can feel Quinn's warm breath on her cheek.

"Shit," Rachel whispers, her voice a mere squeak as Santana adds more pressure. Santana grins, her teasing finger rubbing gentle circles on top of her girlfriend's clit. Rachel can feel her orgasm building, the pressure in her lower abdomen weakening the rest of her body.

"Come for us, baby," Santana husks, pressing the tip of her finger down. Rachel lets a yelp as waves of pleasure ripple through her and Quinn kisses her, stifling Rachel's moans with her mouth. She feels Rachel go limp beneath her and she slips her arm around Rachel's waist to stop her from sliding off her chair. Santana lays her chin on Rachel's shoulder, her hand still cupping her girlfriend's dripping sex. "You're so beautiful when you come," she murmurs, loving that she makes Rachel blush. She hears Rachel sniffle and she straightens up in alarm, "baby?"

"No, I'm okay," Rachel swears. "I just... I'm okay."

To be continued... Yes, a very small chapter, but I really liked where I ended it. Please don't focus on the word count. There won't be a long wait for the next chapter, I promise.

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