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There was nothing in the world Quinn Fabray craved more than love.
Alright, that was a lie. Quinn craved adoration. She craved affection and attention. She had always dreamed of having the kind of lover that would move heaven and Earth for her. A lover that would cherish and protect her no matter what.
Who would have thought she would find that in Brittany Pierce?
Brittany was the kind of girl who loved with her entire heart. She would do anything to make her loved ones happy. She wasn't afraid of showing that, either.
That was the kind of lover Quinn needed.
Unfortunately, she had no chance. Brittany's priceless heart belonged to another. Santana Lopez.
It made Quinn's blood boil sometimes. For years, she'd had to sit by and watch as Santana used and discarded Brittany again and again. She would have to sit back as Brittany's heart was broken by the selfish bitch.
If she could have, Quinn would have dropped Santana to Lima Loser status the first time she made Brittany cry. Unfortunately, the Latina had an edge. She easily put out, which made her popular with the jocks of the school. And Brittany would no doubt follow her wherever she went, uncaring if her own reputation was ruined.
Damn it, she needed to separate them. But Brittany wouldn't be the one to do it.
Quinn's sharp green eyes caught on Brittany talking to RuPaul across the hall. Not too far away, Santana was eyeing them both evilly. It was a surprise that Rachel Berry wasn't dead where she stood.
A plan began to form in the head cheerleader's mind.
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"So, you and Berry?"
It was casual enough. Quinn watched diligently as Brittany played with her wispy blond hair. She had always found Brittany's hair fascinating. It was lighter than her own, and fell perfectly around her face. God, Brittany was perfect.
They were over at her house. Brittany and Santana weren't speaking to one another, so Quinn used it as an excuse to get Brittany alone. Besides, it wasn't like she was talking to Santana at the moment either.
The taller girl bit her lip. "She understands me," she said quietly. "I like talking to her."
Quinn smiled, though inside she was seething with jealously. Christ, she didn't want to fight off Man Hands too. "I'm not Santana, B," she replied lightly. "You can hang around Berry if you want."
Brittany seemed relieved. "Thanks, Quinnie." Ever the affectionate one, she went in for a hug.
Quinn was quick to return it. But she made the mistake of shifting against Brittany the wrong way, the taller blond's nipples brushing against her own.
Quinn groaned, her back arching as a certain something made its presence known.
Brittany gasped, pulling away. Her eyebrows furrowed in concern. "Oh, Quinnie," she breathed. "Is it that time again?"
Quinn flushed in embarrassment. When she had first started puberty, something odd had happened. Instead of her period, she was burdened with a penis every month. No one her mother took her to knew why it happened. Brittany had been the first one to find out.
The summer before sophomore year, Quinn had picked Brittany up from a party. There had been alcohol and jocks, never a good sign. Brittany had been scared and alone, thanks to Santana who had ditched her for Puckerman.
Brittany had stayed over that night. Sleeping in the same bed as her, she had quickly discovered Quinn's extra appendage. But instead of laughing or recoiling in disgust, Brittany had graciously given her a handjob, wanting to help with the pain.
It had been the best feeling in Quinn's life. And also the start of her feelings for her friend.
Quinn nodded shyly. "Yeah," she mumbled.
Brittany smiled kindly. "Come here," she beckoned.
Quinn did as she was told. Carefully, Brittany pulled down her pants to reveal her pulsing member. She hated looking at it. She hated it in general. Who would ever want her like this?
But Brittany only gently took hold of it. She slowly began to pump and Quinn gasped, impatiently bucking her hips. "Oh, Britt."
"Quinnie, every part of you is beautiful," promised Brittany. And Quinn knew it was genuine because it was Brittany. She expertly worked her way down the shaft of Quinn's penis. Precum leaked from the head and Quinn's face flushed.
Quinn's hips jutted out frantically. "Brittany please," she begged. "Suck me." She wanted to cum in that pretty mouth. Preferably, she wanted to plant her seed deep inside Brittany's pussy, but she never asked for things to go that far.
She wasn't Santana. She wasn't going to ask for all of Brittany and not do the same.
Besides, Quinn wasn't sure she'd be able to pull out in time. A large part of her wanted Brittany pregnant with her baby. Then Slutana and Hobbit would know who she belonged to. But she knew what it was like to be a teen mom. She would never subject Brittany to that.
But if things went her way, it would be a very possible future.
Brittany looked up, sexily biting her lip. "That's what you want?" she whispered seductively. She slowed her pace a bit, stifling Quinn's pleasure. "You want to cum in my mouth?"
Quinn squeezed her eyes shut. "Please."
Brittany smiled. "Of course," she cooed. She dropped down to her knees, Quinn's cock still in her hands. She held it for a moment, then flicked the member with her tongue.
Quinn moaned, hips snapping towards Brittany's face and brushing against her soft lips. "Britt," she uttered, taking both sides of the other blond's face.
Without warning, she plunged into her friend's mouth.
"Oh fuck!" moaned Quinn once she was inside Brittany's mouth. She wasted no time in stuffing Brittany's mouth with her cock. Nothing would have been able to stop her as she shoved her length down the blond's throat.
Brittany moaned around her, the vibration spurring her on. "Yes," Quinn groaned. "Take it, Britt. Let me cum in your mouth." Does Santana fuck your mouth like this? Does she make you feel good? I could, Britt! I could please you more than that whore! And I'm gonna show you.Quinn felt her orgasm on the horizon. She picked up her pace, fucking Brittany's mouth as fast as she could. "Oh, fuck! Oh, Britt! Yeah, take it. Take it! Yes, yes, yes, OH-!"
Quinn came with a gasp, her vision going white for a second as she emptied herself into Brittany's mouth. Brittany yanked her head away, coughing as she choked. Quinn felt bad, leaning down to gently wipe her cum of the taller girl's face.
"Thank you, B," she cooed. "You're such a good friend." Quinn smirked, eyeing Brittany's erect nipples through her shirt. "Could I return the favor?"
Brittany blushed. "I-" she began, but had no time to finish as Quinn pounced on her.
"Let me pay you back, Britt," insisted Quinn, groping her friend's breasts. They were so soft, probably way softer than Santana's fake ones. She flipped up Brittany's shirt, revealing the pretty pink nipples.
"Quinn-" Brittany tried, covering herself.
"Brittany," pleaded Quinn, gently pushing her hands away. "Let me. Please."
Brittany relaxed marginally and Quinn latched onto one nipple. "Ah," Brittany moaned. She sucked on the pretty pink pebble, pinching the other nipple. "Q-Quinn-!"
Quinn allowed her tongue to swirl around the fleshy orb. "Fuck, you're gorgeous," she breathed. Did Santana do this for her? Did Santana take her time with this perfect body?
Reluctantly, Quinn left the perky tits, kissing her way down Brittany's stomach. She had a much sweeter goal in mind. She parted Brittany's impossibly long legs, revealing her drenched panties.
Brittany flushed. "Quinn-"
"Has Santana ever licked you down here?" Quinn interrupted her. She ran her finger over the visible clit, causing Brittany to shudder.
"You... you know about that?"
Quinn rolled her eyes. "Everyone knows about that. Answer the question, B."
Brittany flushed, glancing away. "N-No."
Quinn smirked, finally having something over the Latina. "Her loss," she replied flippantly, burying her face between Brittany's thighs.
"Uh!" moaned Brittany, her back arching.
Quinn grabbed hold of her thighs, hoisting them up so that Brittany's pussy was directly on her face. She made sure her nose brushed against the covered clit as she licked Brittany's slit through her white panties.
Brittany moaned, her hips jutting upwards. "Quinn," she whined. "I don't-"
Quinn ignored her, yanking her panties down and revealing a perfectly groomed, perfectly tight dripping wet pussy. The sight made her hard again. "Oh Britt," she breathed, leaning forward to give the apex a long lick. It was the sweetest taste she had ever experienced.
Brittany's pussy gushed as the blond moaned loudly. "Quinn."
Quinn surged forward, her lips latching onto the engorged clit. Brittany's hips grinded against her face as she sucked and tongued the clit. She moaned softly against it, causing Brittany to moan even louder in response.
Brittany was trembling. "Quinn, I can't-" she tried, attempting to move away. But Quinn kept her in place, her tongued delving into her slit.
"No," murmured Quinn against her pussy. "You're so beautiful, Britt. Let me make you feel good." She'll be mine. You hear that, Slutana? I'm tongue fucking your girl. The one thing you've never done. I'll give her everything you can't.Quinn sped up, pumping her tongue in and out of the sopping pussy. Brittany's juices were flowing nonstop, her pussy lips clenching around her mouth. Brittany was practically fucking her face, humping against her mouth.
"Quinn!" she moaned and it was the most beautiful sound in the world.
"It's okay, B," promised Quinn, flicking her clit with her tongued and pushing her fingers into the blond's tight pussy. God, she wished she could slip her cock in there. "You're okay. Cum on my face, Britt. Cum for me."
That was all Brittany needed.
The blonde squirted, her hips spasming erratically.The white substance went everywhere, but most of it landed on Quinn's face. Brittany moaned her name over and over again and Quinn could listen to it all day.
Quinn helped Brittany up from the floor. The taller girl's legs wobbled slightly- Quinn felt particularly smug- and Quinn led her to the bed. "Did that feel good?" she purred, already knowing the answer.
Brittany nodded shyly. "Uh-huh."
Quinn smiled sweetly, getting into the bed with her. "We could do this more often, you know," she suggested.
Brittany glanced down. "Do you need something warm under you too?" she asked sadly.
Quinn felt her heart break as she shook her head. "No," she answered, caressing her soft cheek. "Just you."
Brittany blinked in surprise. "M-Me?" she stuttered, blushing. "But Sam-"
Quinn rolled her eyes; why did everyone want her with Sam? "I don't want him," she insisted. "Just you, B."
Brittany lowered her head. "But people will make fun of us," she pointed out.
Quinn smiled, brushing stray hair away from Brittany's face. "We don't have to go public," she assured her. "We can keep this to ourselves and move out of Loserville. We can go north to New York or California and just be us." Somewhere they could both succeed and thrive. Somewhere that neither if them had to pretend.
Brittany still looked unsure and Quinn could have screamed. It was clear thoughts of Santana were holding her back.
So, Quinn just kissed her pink lips. "Think about it, okay?" She pulled Brittany closed to her, falling asleep against her plump chest.
This was more than Santana was willing to give, she was sure. Hopefully Brittany would realize that.
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In case you're wondering, the sexualities are as followed. Brittany is bi (duh), Santana is a lesbian (also duh), Rachel is pansexual (just a personal headcanon of mine), and Quinn is demisexual (also a headcanon). Anyway, I hope you liked it and please review!