a few things to say... thank you to those, as always, who took the time to leave a review i eat em up like cake:)... second thing to get to is this chapter... a bunch of things going on but hopefully it flows well... third... sometimes when writing i like to refer back to previous chapters for either inspiration or facts that i like to keep consistent... with that said i had this fun idea to possibly do one-shot fics of fun little tidbits that i made up i.e. Santana's Destructive Phase when she murders Quinn's stuffed animals. i thought it would be a fun addition to this story, but it's only a thought for now so let me what you think and what memory you would like to see brought to life through writing:)...
okay and the last thing i want to declare is that i don't think that i have ever thought that an episode of Glee was disappointing or lack luster... and i still feel that way. however (don't worry no spoilers) tonights episode made me feel incomplete. i know it's not an extremely plot driven show, though to an extent it is. i would really like to see some things sorted out instead of just seemingly thrown together to decorate the episode... just sayin... ok that's my rant. thank you for listening... and now chapter 34
Quinn and Rachel walk back to their room in silence. Rachel trying to wrap her head around the information just exposed to her while Quinn is wondering if she is supposed to talk about this or let Rachel stay in her head about it. The topic isn't exactly an easy one. Quinn had been there three years ago when Rachel figured out in her mind that the woman who was their competition was her mother, well birth mother. Though they weren't even really friends during that time, she watched from a far as it affected the tiny starlet. In that moment she had felt awful for all of those times she had made the brunette's high school life harder by tormenting her.
So now here she is, years later, and as Rachel's girlfriend to top it off. And to watch the turmoil she was probably going through inside tore her apart in an entirely different way. Thinking of the Shelby/Rachel situation couldn't stop her brain from thinking about the little girl she had given up for adoption. From time to time she goes completely quiet and in those moments her closest friends and girlfriend know where she is. Though brief and far apart, these moments tug at her heart strings.
But when her mind goes off to that little baby girl and she questions her decision, she can only look to Rachel Berry and know that giving her daughter up was the best decision she ever made. Rachel was a perfect example for her to know that sometimes giving something up, or someone as the case is, is the best thing that you can do. Rachel was adopted and has been given every single opportunity and then some that any other child has with their birth parents. Rachel Berry, though at times selfish when it came to her being a star, is selfless, caring, talented, smart and beautiful. Since being with Rachel, she can smile and know that her daughter, though not really hers is out there somewhere being loved and that makes her content.
"Do you want to talk about it?" Quinn finally breaks the silence when they are in the confines of their own room. She tosses the key card onto the dresser and watches Rachel slide her jacket off of her shoulders and throw it on the chair. "We don't have to." She silently adds. Rachel sighs and turns to look at her girlfriend.
"I'm sorry." The brunette wraps her arms around her body as though hugging herself.
"Why?" Quinn asks in confusion, her eyebrows furrow.
"For being all weird tonight after, that, 'mom' stuff." Rachel takes a few tentative steps to Quinn who is still lost. "It's just so strange that randomly she is here the same time I'm here. I mean does she live here? Is she taking in a show? Why does she have a kid?" Rachel shakes her head again for over analyzing the situation and she huffs letting her arms fall to her sides and walks right up to Quinn.
"You're allowed to get upset Rachel. It would be weird if you didn't." Quinn assures her grabbing at Rachel's hands and pulling her closer.
"That's the thing I'm not upset, or mad or sad or anything. I mean I don't really care." Rachel states in a bewildered way kind of perturbed at the fact that she is not having a clear distinct emotional connection to the situation at hand. "I mean, I feel affected, but I'm not. I'm shocked to say the least but other than that I can't really think. I have all of those questions but I don't even want the answer which is extremely strange for me considering my life is dependent on definite answers." Quinn chuckles and shakes Rachel from her rambling.
"Stop driving yourself crazy about it then." Quinn presses their foreheads together. "She wants to meet up with you so that should say something right?" The blonde asks tilting her head slightly. Rachel shrugs her shoulders and glances down for a moment.
"I guess. But after all of these years what could she possibly have to say to me? I mean what would you do if…" Rachel's eyes shoot up and she quickly closes her mouth. She hadn't meant to put Quinn in this position of having to relate. Because the truth of the matter is Quinn could absolutely 100% relate to this situation. However, the only person's shoes that Quinn could speak from were Shelby's. "I'm sorry I…"
"Shh, its okay Rach, I know." Quinn hushes her to continue to apologize for a simple bad choice of words. "I would want to know that she was okay." Quinn responds after a few moments of complete silence between them had passed. "I wouldn't try to be in her life if she didn't want me to be and if she wanted to know about me I would be more than happy to tell her. After going through what I went through it's easier to be up front and open and not hide anything." She shrugs her shoulders like this statement was the easiest thing to ever roll off of her tongue. And oddly enough, it truly was.
"So you think that I should go meet with her tomorrow?" Rachel asks nervously biting her lower lip. Quinn smiles warmly and brings her hands up to her girlfriend's cheeks.
"I can't tell you what to do in this situation babe." She explains in that soft voice that only Quinn Fabray exudes with such ease.
"I feel like such a drama queen." Rachel huffs and this garners a girly giggle from her blonde counterpart.
"You totally are a drama queen." She grins to Quinn whose eyes are sparkling. The blonde rubs her thumbs over Rachel's cheeks and locks her eyes into the brunette's. "And that's one of the reasons I love you." Rachel is certain that she stops breathing at that moment and this makes Quinn's grin only widen and she looks away for a second bashfully. "Hmmm?" She hums with a pensive look fallen over her features.
"What?" Rachel breathes out finally.
"I do." Quinn responds with a bit of surprise in her voice.
"You do what?" Rachel's voice is so airy it barely comes out. Quinn smirks and places a sweet kiss on the diva's lips before pulling back and wiping Rachel's lower lip with her thumb.
"Love you." She simply replies.
After a silent exchange between the two Quinn breaks it by telling Rachel she should try and get some rest and then in the morning with a clear mind she could make a decision whether or not to meet Shelby. Before the diva closes her eyes she asks her girlfriend that if she were to decide yes on the meeting if she would accompany her, to which Quinn without hesitation says 'yes'. A little while later the brunette is fast asleep and Quinn hears the phone go off and quickly answers it before it stirs her sleeping star beside her.
"Hello?" She answers trying to speak as quietly as possible.
"Hey Q." Quinn smiles at the sound of her friend's voice and the concern hidden within it.
"Oh hey Britt what's up?" She asks though if she knew Brittany as well as she thought she did she is pretty certain she knew.
"I just wanted to see how Rach is?" Quinn sighs for a moment and tries to move from underneath Rachel. She isn't sure how in depth their conversation was going to get and doesn't want Rachel to get upset if she over hears
"She just fell asleep." She whispers and takes a seat at the end of the bed and lowers the volume on the television. "The Shelby thing, it's a sensitive subject for her. And then to find out she has a kid. It's rough." As she speaks she can imagine the frown forming on her blonde friends face and it upsets her. Brittany understood things that were emotional, if anything, that was her greatest gift, well after dancing of course. Brittany Peirce could read anyone's mood as though it were written on their face. She could tell how you were feeling by the way you said a word or how you took in a breath. It was an endearing quality that her friend had, and it sometimes made it that much easier to have conversations like this with someone like Brittany, where the less you explain the more she understands.
"I'm sorry." Quinn can't help but laugh because there is nothing for her to be sorry for. But that's Brittany for you, always taking on guilt regardless if she is involved or not. Quinn knows that being friends with someone like Santana that it's like second nature to say 'I'm sorry' whenever something went wrong.
"B it's not your fault or Santana's or anyone else's so don't stress. You know how over dramatic Rach is." Quinn rolls her eyes as she turns to look at her girlfriend completely passed out. "She's fine it was just a shock to hear that she's here you know?"
"You promise she's not upset."
"Positive hun. Now this is the only time you are ever going hear me talk about this but, if you withhold sex from Santana she is going to be the meanest person on the planet." Quinn chuckles and it causes the ditzy Cheerio to laugh as well. "More than she already is."
"So now we are getting your blessing huh?" Brittany inquires.
"I'm just looking out for the welfare of the human race." Quinn explains in all seriousness.
"Well don't you worry about that she went to the store for some treats." Quinn has to stifle a laugh because she wonders if Brittany knows what treat Santana is most likely to bring back. "But when she gets back I plan on…"
"Lalalala I don't want to hear it." Quinn interrupts. "I thought you were holding out on her?"
"I'm totally messing with her Q. She should know that I am way worse than her about sex."
"Now I know too much I have to go." Quinn shutters at the images floating around her mind now.
They hang up without saying goodbye or goodnight both just knowing that after a sexual discussion to end the phone call. Brittany smiles feeling relieved that Rachel is not mad at Santana or upset about the puppy-baby mother thing. She looks to the television and wonders how long Santana is going to be and she grins evilly as she gets up and makes her way into the bathroom for her very long shower.
Santana has been walking for a lot longer than she had intended but desperate times call for desperate measures. They were in New York City in a hotel where no one is in their room and they don't have to worry about anyone walking in on them. They would be foolish to not take advantage of this opportunity. Brittany would be foolish she thinks to herself shaking her head at the thought of her girlfriend teasing her all night long.
She stops at a corner and contemplates which way she should go. Looking left to right she feels powerless knowing that regardless of which way she chooses she will inevitably have to trek it down the other block if it was a no go this way. The dark haired girl surveyed her surroundings, mostly the people and gave serious thought to asking someone if they knew where this store she was in desperate search of is located. Alas, she has seen more than enough Lifetime movies to know to never talk to a stranger about sex or directions for that matter.
As she makes a decision she replays in her mind all of those stupid things people say in those after school specials about talking to strangers and she laughs. 'Hey little girl want some candy', seriously, she thinks. If the little girl is in such desperate need for candy then go steal some from 7-11 or something. Her favorite is when 'strangers' ask little kids for directions. Bitch that kid is 9 years old he's lucky he knows where his own house is. Amused at her own musings she stops in her tracks as her eyes scan a sign that is like the golden gates to heaven. She is pretty certain she heard angels singing.
'XXX' reads the sign and she grins. She looks around as if making sure no one she knew would see her go in. Slowly she reaches for the door handle and yanks it open freeing herself from the possible scrutinizing eyes of the old couple walking passed. Before she can fully enter the store a weird looking guy with a really unattractive beard at the counter stops her.
"Hey." He greets her with a friendly smile.
"Umm, hi." She awkwardly responds trying desperately not to make eye contact. Let's not make this weirder she thinks. He moves closer to the end of the counter towards her and she shifts her weight expecting him to hop over and frisk her.
"I'm going to need some ID if you don't mind." He tells her and extends his fully tattooed arm putting his hand out for her ID. She snaps out of her uncomfortable daze and shakes her head to herself and reaches in for her driver's license in her bag.
"Sorry kind of out of it." She explains for her fumbling and she hands it over to him. He takes it from her and looks down quickly at it before he hands it back.
"Don't be embarrassed." He assures her with a kinder smile than the one he had on before and she shoots him a look that says 'Santana Lopez does not get embarrassed'. "You should see some of the freaks that come in here." He chuckles trying to make her feel less tense and she forces a laugh out. She shoves her ID back in her wallet and turns her head to look around. "Is there anything in particular you were looking for?" He asks in the way the guy at the shoe store asks you when you first walk in before you've even laid eyes on a shoe.
The difference between the annoying guy at the shoe store and this guy at this store is that Santana does indeed need help. She tries desperately to not have to ask for it and hopes her eyes will fall on something interesting but everything is only aiding in her being fidgety. She is Santana fucking Lopez! This is ridiculous she says in her head, she is sex. Look in the dictionary and look up 'sex' and it will have her picture there. Sex does not embarrass this short tempered hottie and if Brittany asked for something like this, chances are the blonde is pretty kinky and that means this will not be the only trip to a place like this she will make in their relationship. So taking in a deep breath and slowly letting out she turns to the nice man with the gross beard and nods, defeated.
"Here's the thing." Santana starts and slowly steps to the counter shoving her hands into her jacket. "My girlfriend asked me to get a strap-on." She shrugs and rolls her eyes as though strap-on is the most common word used in the English language, and he nods understanding and moves from out behind the counter.
He starts walking away from her and he waves her to follow her down a flight of stairs. Reaching the top of the stairs she hesitates and looks around the store, this is NYC after all. She fights away her fears and promises herself to never watch late night re-runs of Unsolved Mysteries ever again no matter how interesting it seems at the time. As she reaches the bottom of the steps she looks around a small room that is sex-toy central and spots her little Jesus looking helper in the corner. He is obviously waiting for her as she notices his hands on his hips and she quickens her pace because obviously the Holy one has better things to do then help a girl get strapped for her horny girlfriend.
"So here we have a variety of colors and sizes. Did you have anything in mind?" He asks looking away from the shelves and her eyes widen and she shakes her head. "Well let's start with color and then work our way to size." He suggests and she shrugs nodding slowly. "Any specific color in mind?"
"No." She answers and she is certain she hears him sigh so she is quick to add, "She likes yellow." And he smiles and leans over to pick up a few boxes. He lifts the popular ones up and asks her now what size. "Umm, I don't know does size really matter?" She asks and she can't even believe she said that rolling her eyes at herself and sighing at her naivety. "Of course it does." She mumbles under her breath and he chuckles. "I don't know I guess this one." She points to the box and he hands it over.
"See not so hard." He says and she smirks to herself as they turn back to the stairs.
"That's what she said." She adds and he laughs pretty hard this nice little interaction has made her feel a whole lot better than when she had first arrived.
"Okay let's ring you in." He scans it and then he turns to grab something off the shelf behind the counter. "Do you have lube or do you want to buy some?" He asks placing her purchase into the bag and she picks up the bottle and analyzes it. She again shrugs. "Trust me you want it." He doesn't even wait for an answer and tosses it in the bag. "On the house."
"You don't have to do that." She tells him pulling out her money.
"Don't worry about it." He waves her away before taking her money.
"Thanks." She smiles back at him and takes her change and grabs the bag from him. "Thanks for your help too."
"Next time will be easier." He yells to her as she exits the store feeling a little pep in her step as she makes it back to the hotel.
Outside the door to their room Santana checks her phone to see how long she had been gone. It was long enough, about 45 minutes or so, which means Brittany is either still in the shower or passed out. She nervously enters the card and is greeted this time by the shower running which makes her smile. Quietly she shuts the door and makes her way to the bed and removes the box from the bag trying her hardest not to make any sounds. She stares at the box eyebrows furrowed for a little while before she finally goes and opens it up laying its contents on the bed and putting the box on the floor by the wall. She closes her eyes and takes in a few deep breathes before she removes her skirt and panties. Now or never.
Brittany is patiently waiting for her girlfriend to come join her in the shower but when she checks her phone for the 5th time her patience is wearing thin. She sighs and proceeds to just enjoy the feeling of the hot water hitting her skin. She always loved showers whether they were alone or with Santana. Preferably with Santana but even without the feeling of being naked and water on her feels so relaxing. After a few more minutes and no Santana Brittany gives up and decides she'll just wait for her in bed. She shuts the shower off and is sure she hears noise from the room.
"San?" She yells from through the door wrapping her towel around her.
"Shit." Santana mutters under her breath and Brittany can barely make it out. "Yeah babe just got back." She yells back and Brittany smiles to herself grabbing another towel and drying her hair a little.
"Okay I'll be right out." Brittany tells her and turns to the mirror to makes sure she doesn't look like a mess. "I picked out a movie." The blonde informs her walking out of the bathroom the steam following her into the room. She smiles to Santana who is staring at her towel clad body. Brittany takes notice of her change in attire from skirt and cardigan to baggy sweat pants and a tight tank top and thinks if she just got back she changed really quickly but then shrugs it off.
"You look so hot right now." Santana says walking up to the blonde with a silly smile slapped on her face. Brittany blushes a little as Santana eyes her and she runs her hands through her blonde hair that is still damp. "Like really hot Brittany." The blonde looks up to meet her girlfriend's eyes and the use of her full name.
"Did you get candy?" Brittany innocently asks and Santana grins shaking her head.
"I got something for you though." The Latina says and grabs Brittany's hand that isn't holding her towel up and starts to lower it to the waist band of her sweat pants. Brittany smirks as she notices where Santana is guiding her and she pulls back a little making their hands stop right at Santana's stomach and she shakes her head.
"Sany I told you no boom boom." She winks and bites her lower lip. Santana sighs out in a seductive thinking kind of way and pulls Brittany closer to her and leans into her tilting her head to the side so her mouth is by her ear.
"Britt, there is a party in my pants and you are VIP." Her voice oozes sex onto Brittany's skin and she then yanks the blonde's hand to the front of her sweat pants to get a 'grip' on the party she is referring too. Brittany gasps and a smile splays her face and her eyes flicker from where her hand is and to Santana's eyes.
"San." She grins tilting her head all kinds of elated. The blonde doesn't waste much time after that pushing herself to meet the smaller girls lips and moving them to the bed.
On the journey to the bed Santana takes the towel from Brittany's hand and tugs it a little and watches it fall to the ground softly. Brittany steps over and brings her hands to the bottom of Santana's tank stop and pulls if over the dark haired girls head throwing it over her shoulder. The run their hands up and down the front, sides and back of one another's bodies as they come to a halt next to the bed. Santana slowly guides Brittany down on her back holding her head gently before letting it lay on the pillow.
She moves to stand by the bed again and watch Brittany watch her with her lip firmly tucked between her teeth anxiously waiting. With a grin and a bit of nervousness coursing through her body she slips her thumbs under the waist band.
"Take em off." Brittany instructs using hand motions to get it done and Santana can't fight a laugh that pops out making Brittany smile more.
The Latina does as she is told and herself consciousness fades away when her eyes come back up to meet those amazing blue eyes. The laughter and the smiles of amusement are no longer on her girlfriend's face. She sees Brittany's eyes scan her body and the blonde's throat move up and down as she swallows hard. Brittany sits up a little and puts her hand out for Santana to take and she gladly does. The blonde places her hand on Santana's side softly pushing her to move on top of her and bringing the Latina's hand to rest on her own shoulder.
Santana hovers over the blonde and the two lock eyes and in that moment there is no one else in the world. The outside sound does not exist compared to the breathing and silent throaty sounds coming from the couple. Brittany moves her hand up Santana's side and rests in on her cheek and the other rests on her hip. Santana has her forearms holding her up as she stares down at Brittany. She looks to the night stand and bashfully moves over the blonde to grab the bottle. When she returns to meet Brittany's face she holds the bottle up.
"What's this?" Brittany asks grabbing the bottle with the hand that was on her girl's cheek. "Aw baby you bought lube." She smirks and leans up to kiss her on the lips and then analyzes the bottle some more.
Brittany brings up her other hand and opens the bottle, pours some into her hand and then gives the bottle to Santana to put back. Keeping her eyes on her girlfriend she brings her hands down to the piece that is connected to Santana and strokes it until she is sure that there is enough on. Santana watches Brittany watching her and she smiles.
"Can you grab your shirt or something so I can wipe my hands off?" Brittany asks scrunching her nose at her hands full of lube making Santana laugh and she begrudgingly leans over to grab her shirt.
Throwing the shirt back with force Brittany places her hands back to where she had originally placed them. And with her hand on Santana's cheek pulls her down for a kiss. It's tentative and they are both very conscious of what they are about to do, but it is also as caring as a kiss ever was. Their heads tilt to deepen the kiss and soon Brittany is licking Santana's lower lip for access which is immediately granted. Her hand moves from her girlfriend's cheek to around the back of her neck and she pulls her closer even leaning up from the pillow to get more of her.
Santana leans on one of her arms and moves the other so that her hand is grazing Brittany's sides. She hears the change in the blonde's breathe as her fingers touch her skin and she feels the goose bumps under her hand. Brittany is slowly moving her hand down Santana's back to meet with her hip and with both hands tries to pull her closer. At first Santana hesitates, once again becoming fully aware of what will happen if she brings her hips into her girlfriend's. She breaks the kiss and Brittany's eyes flutter open to meet Santana's looking back at her. Santana swallows nervously and looks down for a brief moment and then back to those tantalizing blues.
"Are you ready?" Brittany whispers through her heaving breathes, her hands smoothing up and down Santana's lower back. The Latina searches Brittany's eyes to make sure she is ready and then nods.
"Are you?" She asks in return Brittany grins and Santana can feel her one of the blonde's hands traveling to the front of her body. Brittany reaches up and grabs one of Santana's and pulls it down to meet hers. The blonde grabs onto the shaft and brings Santana's to meet hers.
Brittany nods, biting her lower lip and watches Santana intently looking down as they both lead the tip of the strap-on into her. Santana's head whips up smiling that she got it in and then her face grows concerned at the gasp from the blonde.
"Oh shit are you okay?" She asks nervous that she did something wrong and she brings her hand to Brittany's cheek. The blonde opens her eyes and smiles.
"Yes." Brittany nods and brings her hand up to Santana's still covering her cheek. "Just start slow." She pleads and with a blush she adds, "I've never had anything this big inside of me before." She states factually yet with a dash of such innocence that causes Santana to blush as well.
"I knew I should have gotten the other one." Santana thinks and Brittany giggles shaking her head and making Santana look at her.
"Babe, I'm trying to talk dirty." Brittany admits. Santana's eyes widen. Sure she has heard Brittany say sexy little naughty things before, but dirty is different. Thinking about it now, she kind of likes dirty.
Brittany spreads her legs wider so that Santana can maneuver easier and gently urges her to push in a little deeper with her hands on the girl's hips. The Latina slowly moves into Brittany and the girl's eyes grow wide and her mouth opens up and she sucks in air. As she pulls out the blonde's expressions go in reverse her eyes close and her jaw clenches down.
After a couple test in and outs Santana decides that it is about time she picks up a little bit of a pace here. Brittany picks up on this and grabs onto one of Santana's arms that is holding her up and the other around her neck. Their breathing is becoming more ragged with every thrust Santana gives Brittany and the blonde's airy moans only entice Santana to go faster.
"Oh San." Brittany whispers into her ear pulling Santana's head closer. "Harder." She begs and Santana complies. "Deeper. Harder and deep… ohhh yeah yeah." She yells when she gets what she wants and Santana pulls her head back to kiss her moaning lady.
At first it had felt a bit awkward but Santana is now definitely getting the hang of this and very much enjoying being the reason her girlfriend is screaming out like she is. She takes it in with ever kiss and every thrust. Maintaining balance on one of her arms she brings her other hand up to cup Brittany's breast that is bouncing up and down with every movement they make. She teases her nipple between her fingers making sure to make time with both of them.
Santana moves her kisses to Brittany's cheek, then her jaw line and then settling on her neck bringing her hand up her body to her other cheek. Brittany wraps her legs around Santana's thighs trying to push their bodies as close as possible causing Santana slow down not wanting this to be over just yet.
"You are so beautiful." Brittany tells her as she places wet kisses on Santana's cheek. "You are so, very beautiful. I love you." She breathes out onto Santana's mouth before the Latina crashes their lips furiously together and she begins to pick up her thrusting pace once again.
"I love you so fucking much." Santana forces out through ragged breaths and in between kisses. "I want you to come for me baby." She smoothes out Brittany's hair away from her face and kisses her forehead.
Brittany runs her hands along Santana's back that is glistening with a thin layer of sweat. Digging her nails into the Latina's skin when she pushes deeper into her and the blonde's sighs of pleasure only grow louder. She glides her hand up to the back of Santana's head and grabs onto her dark hair in her fist pulling their faces together and breathing into one another's mouth.
Browns lock to blues and their foreheads are pushed together by Brittany leaning forward. Her back arches up from the bed as the friction between her legs is becoming too much for her to handle. She bites on her lower lip in concentration while Santana frantically tries to maintain the fast paced deep thrusts with her hips.
"Fuck." Slips out through Brittany's gritted teeth and this catches Santana completely off guard, but she smirks at her ability to make her innocent girlfriend curse during sex.
"You like that don't you." Santana says through her panting and Brittany opens her eyes and nods furiously and her mouth opens and she mouths 'oh' and grips onto Santana's neck harder. "Not yet baby." She whispers in her ear and the next sound is a gasp of disappointment when Santana pulls out of Brittany.
"Wh…what…why?" Brittany gulps for air as she tries to pull Santana back closer to her and reaches for the shaft that is now missing from inside her body. Santana slyly smiles and sits up a little and grabs Brittany's hands pulling her limp body up with her.
"We aren't done don't worry." She winks and makes her way off the bed dragging Brittany along with her.
Once standing up she pulls the blonde into a fiery kiss getting her hands tangled in her blonde locks. She turns around so that she is pushing Brittany towards the dresser backwards and only stops moving when she feel Brittany's body come in contact with it. She pulls back from the kiss and quirks an eyebrow before she swiftly turns Brittany around with force. The blonde's hands fall to the top of the dresser to catch herself from spinning all the way around and Santana's hand palms her back to keep her there.
Brittany looks to the mirror in front of her when she feels Santana rest her chin on her shoulder and her hand slide down her back to rest on her hip. The smaller girl presses her knee between the blonde's legs and moves one slightly to spread them apart and Brittany listens to the directions and readjusts her stance.
Santana lowers her lips to Brittany's shoulder and licks up to her neck where she sucks on the pulse point there and the blonde's legs nearly give out. The Latina moves one hand to the shaft of the strap-on and the other to the front of Brittany and with both hands guides herself into her once more eliciting a sharp intake of air from the taller girl. After a few thrusts Santana keeps one hand against Brittany's most sensitive spot circling it and at the intense feeling Brittany reaches an arm around her and grabs the back of Santana's head. She turns her head to meet the smaller girl's lips and they push their lips together, tongues searching for the others. With her other hand Santana wraps it around Brittany's torso grabbing her breasts and pulling her closer and up from leaning on the desk. Brittany's back is pressed flush against Santana's front as the Latina pushes deeper and faster into her like she had in bed only now Brittany is moving more with her.
"Shit." Brittany breathes out with a silly grin on her face and Santana smiles back watching her girlfriend's eyes flutter. Santana picks up the pace with her thrusts and her fingers circling faster. "My god, Sa…San… I…" Brittany cannot form a sentence but that is okay for Santana she is enjoying the view the mirror is providing her.
"Brittany." Santana's voice now raspy and a bit husky gets Brittany's attention to the mirror to look at her. "Look at me, open your eyes." She pleads as she can tell the girl is about to go over the edge. Brittany fights the power of her eyelids and the sensations coursing through her body and looks to the reflection of Santana and stares deep into those eyes.
"Santana, I'm… oh fucking Santana." She moans loud into Santana's ear.
Santana holds Brittany as she slowly shakes and shivers from riding the wave of ecstasy and goes completely limp against her and in her arms. With the strap-on still inside of her she stands there and smiles a goofy overly relaxed smile at her girlfriend through the mirror. She watches as Santana starts to kiss her shoulder and up to her neck slowly and sweetly.
"Mmm." The smaller girl moans onto her skin. "I love watching you come." Santana tells her matter of factly.
"That was fun." Brittany sighs out still sporting that smirk and Santana giggles turning her face to look at the real Brittany not reflection Brittany.
"Yeah, it was." Santana agrees.
"I love it when you take control like that." Brittany turns her face to meet Santana's eyes. "It's like super hot." Santana blushes lowering her head to place another soft kiss on her girlfriend's shoulder and then she slowly brings her hand down to the strap-on and slides it out.
Brittany spins around after and she brings her hands down to the harness and starts undoing it and walking towards Santana making her walk backwards. Once she successfully removes it she lets it fall to the floor and then pushes Santana onto her back on the bed.
"But I really love having my way with you too." She sighs and starts to climb on top of the smaller girl. Santana smirks and props herself up on her elbows.
"Is that so? I kind of like that too." They giggle a little before it is Brittany who takes advantage of her girlfriend.
The alarm goes off at 9:00 am and Quinn begrudgingly rolls over to shut it off. She turns her head to her girlfriend's side and notices that she is all alone in the bed. When she sits up she sees Rachel sitting in a chair by the window just looking outside and nervously biting her nails.
"Babe?" Quinn manages through her too early to talk voice. Rachel turns quickly to her girlfriend. "How long have you been up?" She tosses the covers off of her and gets to her feet shuffling over to the brunette.
"I don't know." She shrugs her shoulders and turns her gaze back to the window. "I'm so nervous about my audition." Rachel explains but Quinn wonders how much of her nerves are really about the audition. "And I think I am going to meet Shelby." She nods to herself and looks back to Quinn who smiles down at her girlfriend.
"And I will be right by your side." Quinn tells her and leans down to kiss the top of Rachel's head.
"Thank you." Rachel calls out as Quinn turns to go to the bathroom. The blonde looks back at her and nods.
"Of course."
"No I mean, for everything." Rachel further, but still vaguely explains and Quinn smiles back at her.
Santana and Brittany are walking out of their room the same time as Rachel and Quinn. But where the latter couples faces are filled with confusion and nervousness, Brittany and Santana are giddy and staring at each other like they are the only ones on the planet.
"What's with those two?" Rachel asks in a whisper to Quinn who shakes her head knowing all too well what is up with her two friends.
"Trust me Rach you don't want to know." She tells her and Rachel's eyes widen then does her best to quietly delete any kind of memory of having this conversation.
Brittany accompanies Rachel to her audition, though she did have to wait outside, but she did get to talk to a few of the students which was cool. Quinn and Santana decide to go for breakfast somewhere near the audition.
"So did Shelby text you back?" Quinn asks motioning to her friend's phone and Santana nods.
"Yeah, she said that she couldn't get a babysitter so I hope Rachel isn't too freaked out." Santana explains avoiding Quinn's stare obviously worried about the situation but trying to maintain her hard as stone persona.
"Oh." Quinn thinks, wondering how Rachel will react to this extra tid bit. "Well," She shrugs and takes a sip of her coffee. "I'll be there with her so maybe that will make it a little easier." Santana's eyes grow wide and she nearly chokes on her food.
"What? Why are you going?" She asks seemingly annoyed at the idea.
"Why wouldn't I?" Quinn challenges with an arch of an eyebrow. "She's my girlfriend who is going to be in a strange situation of course I'm going with her." She explains further and Santana looks completely freaked out. "What is your problem? You would go with Brittany." She thinks about it and then tries to relax her muscles and go back to 'not caring'.
"Q this is not a hypothetical what if this is an actually situation." Santana crosses her arms and furrows her brows. "Rachel is going to meet up with her birth mother and that woman's daughter. You being there is just going to make it even more confusing." Santana hisses clearly irritated and Quinn shoots her a quizzical look.
"Confusing? Why confusing?" Quinn spits out equally annoyed at the Latina to which Santana sighs and shrugs her shoulders. "And what's your problem S? You're getting so mad about something that has nothing to do with you." The blonde points out and Santana does everything in her power to not scream at the top of her lungs why Quinn can't go with Rachel. Or even the part that Shelby didn't even mean to meet up with Race her intent was to meet up with Quinn. But now that everything is messed up. Luckily Shelby had understood when Santana called her and explained how Rachel found out and agreed with the Cheerio it would be better to meet with her long lost daughter than her daughters long lost mother.
"My problem? You always have to make everything about you." The Latina fires back after a few seconds of some harsh glaring from Quinn and the blonde is a bit taken back by her tone. "I'm sick of it." She gets up from her chair. Santana isn't exactly sure why she is starting a fight with Quinn but in the moment it seems like a viable option to possibly get the girl to avoid the meeting with Shelby. "Not every sappy, happy and mushy gooey moment needs Quinn Fabray close by to make it memorable or easier." She pushes her chair back further bending down to grab her bag and she slings it over her shoulder.
"Rachel asked me to come with her." Quinn stands up and leans on the table with her hands speaking at the same raised volume as her friend.
"Just because she asked you doesn't mean she wants you there." Santana blurts out and Quinn's mouth shuts quickly, her lower lip trembling and her eyes dart to the floor Santana is standing on. She analyzes the state of the blonde and with a nod to herself she turns to leave.
"Why are you so mean S?" Quinn's voice is shaky and sounds so fragile that her heart broke in two.
"I don't know why you're surprised." Santana tosses back with the same fire she had in the midst of the argument and she doesn't look back leaving Quinn alone in the middle of the restaurant.
Santana didn't know why she had done what she did. It was one of the meanest things she has ever done, and that includes every heinous prank she played on Rachel Berry their entire schooling. Quinn is her friend. That's why she did it she thinks trying to make herself feel better. But it only lasts less than a second before her scowl returns thinking about her actions and words just moments ago.
Rachel going to meet up with her birth mother is way less dramatic than Quinn laying eyes on the baby she had only given up for adoption less than three years ago. There was nothing though, that she could do to erase how she just spoke to Quinn. Q was right, if it were Brittany regardless if the girl asked her to go with her she would in a heartbeat. It's hard doing the right thing she thinks as she decides not to go back to the hotel, or go wait for Brittany or do much of anything that consisted of being within the presence of the group. She can only imagine the look of disappointment in Brittany's blue eyes for treating Quinn that way, and can already hear Rachel berating her for it. Then there is Quinn. To which she would not be able to explain herself. So she sighs and figures her wandering around the city for a while will do everyone some good.
Quinn sits back down in her chair and stares at the spot that Santana had been standing in when she yelled at her. She can feel tears forming and she blinks them away and sniffles bringing her finger up to make sure not one tear came out. Her eyes glance around her trying to see how many people are still staring at her she sighs in relief when only the couple in front of her table is watching her.
What the hell just happened Quinn thinks and shakes her head trying to wrap her mind around it. Santana though thoroughly unpredictable, unstable, purposefully mean to whomever whenever was completely out of line and had no cause. She knew for a fact that something strange is up but can't quite put her finger on it. That has to be it. But Santana and Brittany were fine this morning, so that isn't it. Before she could allow her mind around her friend's reason she hears the sound of buzzing from the table. She grabs for her phone but then remembers she had it on the ringer so she reaches over towards where Santana had been sitting lifts the napkin only to find the Latina's phone going off. Quinn presses the button and reads that it is a text message from Shelby.