Chapter XXVI
Quinn had been used to clutter on the Dining Room table from Santana and Brittany. The clutter was usually textbooks but recently, it had been bridal magazines. Quinn noticed that a week after they returned from Puerto Rico, the clutter was catalogs. These were not the sort of catalogs she would have expected. They were from sperm banks.
"Um, what the hell is on my table now?" she asked Brittany and Santana, who looked up at the same time.
"We're looking over potential sperm donors," said Santana. "We've narrowed it down to ten each."
"What do you mean 'each'?" asked Quinn with a look of confusion.
"Well, for both of us," Santana replied. "Of course, not at the same time though. Brittany's going to be inseminated first. When our baby is old enough, it'll be my turn. I just wanted to get an idea of the kind of donor I'd like."
"Why does Brittany go first?"
"I won the coin toss," Brittany said with what looked like pride.
"So, who are the contenders?" asked Quinn.
Brittany fanned out the folders before her and described the profiles.
"All of them are Hispanic," Quinn noted.
"Well, yeah," Brittany replied. "I've selected men who look and think like Santana does. I want our baby to feel like both of ours."
Quinn looked at Santana and said, "So all of yours..."
"...have blonde hair, blue eyes, and are kind of geniuses," Santana finished the sentence.
"Okay," said Quinn. "Not to sound selfish, but what about helping plan my wedding?"
"Well," said Brittany, "your betrothed, Sugar, AKA the Master Wedding Planner has already given us tasks. We have a New York City shopping spree scheduled for Friday after our classes. Sugar's going shopping with Santana and you're stuck with me."
"Oh," said Quinn. "Is Santana going to be Sugar's Matron of Honor?"
"Yep," said Santana. "We assumed Brittany would be your Matron of Honor."
"Of course," said Quinn. "I was going to ask you tonight after dinner."
"In that case, I accept, " said Brittany.
After they escaped their Friday morning classes, Santana and Brittany walked up to the familiar limousine waiting for them. Kurt opened the door for the newlywed students. Sugar and Quinn were already in the back. The lists were split up and Sugar and Santana were dropped of in Times Square. Brittany and Quinn got out of the limo on Fifth Avenue.
Shopping was a blur of looking for the perfect example of each item. Sugar and Santana walked to Seventh Avenue to search for gowns whereas the stepsisters seemed to go from one end of Fifth Avenue to the other. Both teams called Kurt within five minutes of each other. The collected treasures were put in the trunk and the journey back east began. It seemed to take forever to get back to Avalon.
Brittany and Santana put away the shopping items they carried in with them and then snuck off to their bedroom. They were kissing before the door was closed.
"Mmmmmmmmmm, so how did you and Sugar do?" Brittany asked as she pulled away for air.
"Oh, that girl is so excited. I'm going to have my hands full at her bachelorette," said a smiling Santana.
"Santana, I know we can pull this off because Sugar trusts us."
"I know."
"I hated being away from you today. I knew exactly where you were and I still missed you today."
"Well, I'm here now,"
"Yes, you are," said Brittany. She smiled and slowly walked behind Santana. Her hands expertly kneaded Santana's shoulders. Santana moaned and surrendered herself to her wife's magical fingers.
Without the massage losing its rhythm, Brittany kissed where Santana's neck met her shoulder. Santana gasped as her loving spouse kissed a trail up to her ear and sucked hard on the lobe. Brittany spun her around forcefully and kissed her savagely on the lips.
Brittany's hands then traced over her wife's body as their tongues wrestled happily with each other. Brittany opened Santana's slacks and let them drop. She grasped both of Santana's ass cheeks roughly and gave them a deep massage. Her hands, after several minutes, trailed up Santana's back and removed her top.
Santana felt it was time to reciprocate and the two lovers were soon naked at the foot of the bed. They kissed and looked lustfully in each other's eyes. Brittany kissed the back of Santana's hand as they climbed on the bed together. She held Santana's arm at the elbow and slowly kissed her way up the arm, to the shoulder, then the base of the neck, the long throat, under the chin and, finally, the soft full lips. Her hands returned to Santana's ass as the two women, kneeling on the bed and facing each other, deepened their kiss. Their breasts pressed together as they moaned in each other's mouth.
Brittany eventually pulled away from the sloppy kiss and backed away slightly but used her hand to rub Santana's labia. She placed her forehead against her wife's and rubbed her briskly as her left hand caressed Santana's right tit. After a bit, she stopped rubbing Santana and put her right hand in her mouth.
Santana sucked passionately on the fingers. Freshly lubricated, the fingers returned to the warmth of her pussy. Brittany kissed her wife's chin and slowly kissed her way down to the right breast. She sucked on the nipple and licked it before doing the same to the left breast. She then kissed a slow trail down Santana's flat stomach. She licked Santana's navel and slowly continued her kissing a path south. Brittany finally pulled Santana's legs forward and apart to feast. She pushed her tongue inside her wife and curled it. She coaxed a lot of sexy noises out of Santana.
Santana's eyes were closed. She was so in love with Brittany and the feeling increased steadily. She could feel the love Brittany was demonstrating to her. The tongue fucking gained momentum with occasional clit sucking breaks. After seven or so minutes of that, Brittany latched on to Santana's clit and sucked hard while rubbing her with three fingers. Santana was soon bucking her hips. She felt herself getting closer to climaxing and begged her wife to make her cum.
Brittany was happy to oblige. She got the fourth finger in and spread them as she pumped them savagely into her squirming spouse. Santana's muscles clenched. Her eyes rolled. Her fingers dug into the sheets. Her head thudded repeatedly against the mattress as her body spasmed spectacularly. Brittany loved turning her wife into a quivering mess.
Santana was incapable of being articulate for a very long time but a soft, "I love you," finally escaped her lips.
"I love you too," Brittany said before gently kissing her.
Santana felt as though her bones had melted but managed to lift her head enough to properly return the kiss. She tried to flip Brittany but lacked the strength. Brittany smiled and turned in the direction her bride tried to maneuver her. She lay on her back and waited for Santana to regain her composure. It wasn't long and having a hot, naked, woman resting her head on your left breast is pretty fucking sexy anyway.
Santana slid her way down Brittany's body, dragging her tongue behind her. She went all the way down and sucked on Brittany's toes. Santana slowly and deliberately kissed her way back up the long leg. She stopped at Brittany's wet pussy and breathed hot air on it. Brittany thought Santana was still panting at first, but realized it was intentional when she felt the hot breath on her clit. Brittany moaned appreciatively. Santana worshipped her. Fingers slowly breached Brittany and she squirmed but could not shake off her ravenous lover. The fingers inside Brittany twisted slowly. They turned at such a calculated pace that the pleasure was agonizing. Brittany loved her wife's methodical pace but there were times she craved a hard and fast fucking. Fortunately, all she ever had to do was say so. She begged her to pick up the pace and Santana drove her home.
...
One week before the wedding, the engaged trio was split up. Jake, needing some man-time after being around so many women, went drinking with every male relative he had a phone number for. The alcohol flowed freely, and not much excitement was had, surprisingly.
Meanwhile Santana took Sugar and some of her friends from the housekeeping and kitchen staff to a lez friendly strip club. The doors of the strip club opened at eight on the dot. Santana had ordered a three and a half hour bachelorette party package. The package included a high-heeled G-string bikini bartender, two strippers, unlimited beer on tap, unlimited lap dances, a buffet, and a hot oil wrestling show.
At some point, Sugar was sitting next to Santana as each of them was getting a lap dance.
"So, your wife is cool with you seeing this sort of thing?" Sugar asked Santana over the music.
"She is as long as I describe everything to her in detail when we get back home and I demonstrate as much as possible for her."
"I like that," said a smiling Sugar. "You guys have really great relationship. Hey, can you tip my stripper? I gave all my bills to the last girl…"
The third and final party was well underway across town. After a great dinner, Brittany led a crew to an amazing show of male dancers. It was an interesting place for a lesbian and three bisexual women to go.
The two hour show began at nine. The troupe was called HunkOMania and it was soon obvious to the ladies why. The ladies could all appreciate the well sculpted bodies of the male dancers.
The troupe did all the usual group dances. Six men dancing in dress white Navy uniforms. Four men dressed as cowboys. During one of the solo dances, a performer dressed as a doctor asked for a volunteer from the audience. Brittany's group had a table right by the stage. Brittany, Dani, and Rachel hooted and hollered as they all pointed to Quinn. Quinn's face turned red in embarrassment as she was the one selected.
It was a little predictable, but the girls were cheering Quinn on throughout the performance. The music playing was Motley Crue's Dr. Feelgood. The dancer wrapped his stethoscope behind Quinn's neck. As a nurse, she was impressed it was a real stethoscope and not just a toy one. He used the instrument to pull her head closer to him as his hips gyrated wildly in her general direction. Quinn was laughing so hard that tears were forming in her eyes, but she was also getting very excited. It was too difficult to keep her hands to herself so she stopped trying. She stuffed bills into the dancer's G-string. The song ended and the nearly naked dancer escorted Quinn back to her seat.
Before the ladies knew what happened, it was eleven and time to leave. They walked their way back to Penn Station and caught the local train to Babylon. Brittany was delighted when her wife and the other three people in that party got on the train at Wantagh.
"You planned it exactly right," Brittany told her.
"Did you ever doubt?" asked Santana with a big grin. Brittany and Santana sat next to each other on the train and held hands.
...
On the Wednesday before the wedding, Brittany and Santana were in the Living Room at Avalon watching the DVD from their wedding. They were hoping to get ideas for decorating the Ballroom without involving Sugar directly and ruining potential for surprise. They skipped the wedding on the beach and focused their attention on the reception. They took notes when they saw things they liked.
Santana and Brittany had not been aware that the videographer had asked the guests to give little greetings to the happy newlyweds. They laughed together as they heard some of the often joyous and mostly drunken sentiments passed on to them. The pair became silent when they saw Quinn on the screen.
"Brittany and Santana..." the image of Quinn on the plasma screen said. "I love you both so much. Brittany, you are so incredible and you don't even realize it, though not my blood you are my sister. I can't tell you how happy I am for you right now. I am so proud of you. Santana, my new sister... You're already a part of my family but I'm glad you guys did this. You two are so wonderful together. Don't ever take each other for granted. Brittany and Santana, may this be the happiest day of your lives and may every day from now on be happier than the one before it. I love you both!"
Then another person was speaking on the television screen but the lovers weren't paying any attention. They both had happy tears raining from their eyes. Quinn walked by the Living Room and both Santana and Brittany ran up and hugged her tightly.
"What are you two doing?" She asked.
"We just saw the message you left for us at our wedding," Santana explained.
"Oh, God," said Quinn. "I'm sorry. I was a little tipsy at that point. I'm sure I was a rambling mess."
"Shut up, Quinn," Brittany said. "You were perfect. I love you."
...
The night before the wedding was a Friday and stretch limousine was stuffed to capacity as Kurt drove everyone to the wedding rehearsal. The group was in high spirits. There was no doubt amongst anyone in the car of the love shared by the engaged trio.
Everything was rehearsed including the procession of the bridesmaids. Since no one quite understood the logistics of how three people were supposed to be married, the rehearsal helped a lot. The trio also appreciated the chance to practice in private a certain wedding tradition, the first kiss, with all three kissing at once.
Performing the ceremony would be Pastor Joe Hart. It had been Quinn's idea. She wanted to give Rachel a break from the task and let her be a bridesmaid for once, plus she wanted to, in a sense, redo what went wrong with her first wedding, recreating and fixing as much as possible. Joe was not keen at first on the unusual union, but Quinn guilt tripped him enough by accusing him of unleashing a bad omen on her first wedding with his remarks. So Joe explained to everyone how the service should normally go, and Quinn helped adapt to add a third party to things like the exchanging of rings, the vows, the lighting of the candle, and every other step of the process.
The rehearsal dinner after was held at an inn nearby. It was fortunate they'd made reservations because the group took over the dining room they were taken to. The meal was breathtakingly sumptuous.
After dinner, Russell Fabray made a little speech. "Quinn's stepmother and I are very proud of her. We were very happy to pay for her first wedding. We're even happier she's paying for this one and that she paid for Brittany's." That got less of a laugh than he had hoped. "We love our soon to be son and daughter. I'll admit that I wasn't sure about this at first, but once I saw the three of them together, I got it. May the three of you know much happiness in your lives together."
Then everyone crammed themselves back into the limousine and returned to Avalon. They added chairs to the Dining Room table and played Apples to Apples. Dani had become a bigger fan of Quinn's Friday Nights since she had a date for the first time. Rachel briefly leaned over and made a joke to her, that everyone should have played Twister just so she could send pics to her exhusband. Dani laughed and kissed her girlfriend.
At 11:30, Santana kicked the engaged trio out. They would be sticking to the Avalon tradition that those who were engaged would stay in separate rooms and the room they normally shared would be vacant. Santana made sure each of the three was in their new room, and away from the other two, before midnight.
To be continued...
I've been busy with a new job, so that's why this was mostly filler.