A/N: This is how much I love you: I just came off an 11-hour shift. I'm grumpy, tired and generally peeved. It's 8am and I refuse to go to bed until I've posted this. Hope you love me back ;p

Haters much? ;) I don't mind – everyone is entitled to their opinion and I appreciate that you all share your thoughts, be they good or bad. If I may, however, please don't assume that you know what's going to happen in this fic because I can guarantee you that all your 'predictions' have been way off. I don't plan to break Rachel's heart cos she's awesome. I'm not going to compromise my integrity as a writer and succumb to the Brittana ship immediately. There is so much more that these two girls need to discover about themselves and each other before they're ready for a relationship. I am, however, sorry that my decisions have cost me readers, but most of you seem to support the direction that this story is taking, and for that I thank you all with lots of hugs :)

Warning: Lots of sexy times ahead...

But for now, onward and up!

-H

Disclaimer: I do not own Glee

CHAPTER 15

The rest of the week was spent with Brittany dodging and avoiding Santana at all costs. She never once met her eyes, even in Glee Club when they were rehearsing some potential songs for Sectionals. Rachel was baffled by her best friend's hot and cold approach to her girlfriend, but once Santana told her that they had a weird understanding, she let it drop.

Brittany was in full party planning mode. She was grateful for the distraction. She was grateful for anything that allowed her to not think about Santana every second of the day. God, she was so ready for her party. She was so ready to feel something other than this perpetual pull to Santana and the confusion that went with it.

"Hey, Britt," she heard someone call her name as she exited the school on Friday afternoon. "I'm looking forward to your party tonight."

The blonde smiled flirtatiously at Finn. "Save me a dance, big boy."

"You got it," he replied with a wink.

Yup, she was definitely getting laid.

Santana was researching on her laptop for an American History paper she had due the next week when her door burst open suddenly.

"Jesús Cristo!" she yelled, glaring at the intruder.

"Hello to you too," Rachel smirked, climbing onto the bed and giving her girlfriend a steamy kiss.

"Wow," Santana hummed.

Rachel giggled and let her eyes run over Santana. Her lips formed a pout. "Why aren't you dressed? I told you I was coming by at eight."

Santana glanced at her watch and raised an eyebrow. "I'm impressed, Berry. You're getting good at this date thing."

Rachel grinned. "Well, I have a big reward to look forward to."

Santana arched an eyebrow. "That all I am to you?"

The cheerleader frowned in confusion and shook her head. "San, you know that isn't true. We've been together three weeks without sex. That's a record for me. By like two weeks. Trust me, if that was all this was about, I would've bolted ages ago."

Santana smiled. "Good answer," she murmured and leaned in.

Somehow her laptop ended up closed on the bed and Rachel was pressed against her, their bodies moving ever so slightly against each other, causing Santana to clench her thighs in arousal.

"God, Rachel," she moaned as her girlfriend's tongue worked an incredibly sensitive spot in the crook of her neck.

"I want you," came the husky reply. "I want you so bad it's almost killing me."

"I know," Santana breathed back. "I want you as well."

Rachel paused and lifted her head so that they could look at each other. "How much longer on our countdown?"

Santana smirked. "Zero," she whispered and pulled Rachel's face down, locking their lips around each other and earning a groan of pleasure from the cheerleader.

Hands became a lot less unencumbered after Santana's acquiescence. Rachel's quickly found their way under the Latina's shirt, her fingers skirting softly over the hot skin. It made Santana's heart race. Her hands were roaming up and down Rachel's thighs and over her ass. Surprise, surprise. Santana was definitely a legs and ass girl.

Rachel slipped a thigh between the Latina's and ground down hard.

"Oh, Jesus," Santana gasped, breaking their kiss. "Fuck, that felt amazing. Do it again."

Rachel smirked and repeated her previous motion, her eyes darkening at the sound of Santana's very sexy moan.

"You are the sexiest girl in this whole fucking town," she growled in Santana's ear, nipping the earlobe.

She got a whine in response and grinned. She never would've pegged Santana to be so submissive in bed, especially considering how often she'd dominated their make out sessions.

"Girls, aren't you going-Jesús Cristo!" Carmen squealed, covering her eyes.

Seriously? Great timing, Mom.

"Something I can help you with, Mami?" Santana asked flippantly, her hands ensuring that a wide-eyed Rachel wasn't going to go anywhere. The cheerleader squirmed in discomfort. Ironically, she moved against Santana in all the right places.

"Mija, I appreciate that you're adhering to the open door policy, but could you refrain from making it so easy for someone to walk in on you?" Carmen asked in exasperation.

"So can I close my door?" Santana asked cheekily.

Carmen sighed and gave her daughter a withering look. "You get one free pass, mija. Learn to control yourself."

Carmen pulled the door closed and Santana immediately latched her lips back onto Rachel's.

"Wait, wait," the cheerleader protested.

"You're kidding, right?" Santana replied disbelieving.

"Well, did your mom…did she just give us permission to have sex?"

"You sound so surprised. After spending so much time with my family, you'd think you'd have realised that we don't really have a filter. Plus, we're Latina. We're hot-blooded. We need passion in our lives. And you, my Cherry Berry, are fortunate enough to be invited to join me in our imminent passion-induced coma."

Rachel blushed and allowed Santana to kiss her again. The Latina rolled them over and the cheerleader's breathing hitched as she slipped a leg between hers and rocked her hips into Rachel's.

She moaned in pleasure and made quick work of lifting Santana's shirt over her head. She dropped her mouth onto the newly exposed skin and felt Santana shiver above her. Reaching behind her, she unclipped the Latina's bra and let it fall off the side of the bed. Her hands immediately circled Santana's amazing boobs and she squeezed gently, brushing her thumbs over the nipples.

"Jesus," Santana breathed into Rachel's neck, her hips still rocking against the cheerleader's.

"I need to feel your fingers inside me, Santana," she whispered in the Latina's ear that was right next to her mouth. "I've been dreaming about it for weeks. You have no idea how wet I am for you right now."

"Fuck."

Rachel blinked at the sudden absence of a person above her and rested on her elbows as she watched Santana standing at the foot of the bed – how the hell had she got there so quickly? – her eyes not leaving Rachel's as she slowly unbuttoned her own jeans. Rachel swallowed. This was easily one of the most erotic things she'd ever experienced and she was no stranger to sex. But the way that Santana was looking at her, with such unbridled lust, it made her squeeze her legs tightly together and bite her lip. The Latina didn't miss the movement of her thighs and smirked, slowly shimmying the jeans down her smooth, muscular legs.

"You look like you're about to come just from watching me," Santana said in a low husky voice.

Rachel shivered in pleasure. "I'm pretty sure it's possible," she breathed in response.

"Hmmm, that's a theory we're going to have to test at a later date," Santana mused, her thumbs hooking around the band of her lacy thong. She held Rachel's heated gaze and smiled. "I think it's only fair that you lose some of that clothing. I seem to be a little ahead of you."

Rachel just nodded and Santana crept back onto the bed, straddling her. The cheerleader leaned up, kissing her passionately. They made out for a bit, Rachel's hands running across the naked expanse of her girlfriend's back and legs.

She felt Santana tugging at her top and she broke their kiss to lift her arms so that the girl on top of her could pull it off. She held Santana's gaze as she reached behind her own back and undid her bra. She smiled at her girlfriend's sharp intake of breath as her naked chest was exposed.

Santana dove down, her mouth latching onto a nipple immediately. Rachel wasn't prepared for the sudden assault and arched her back in pleasure. Santana's hands massaged the cheerleader's breasts as her mouth worked the nipples into stiff peaks.

"Jesus, Santana," Rachel moaned, unable to hold herself up anymore. She fell back onto the bed and her girlfriend simply followed, her mouth never leaving her chest.

God, that tongue. It was sinful. Sinfully amazing.

Santana trailed kisses down Rachel's toned body and undid the top button of her jeans. Once again, Rachel was surprised at how quickly Santana switched modes. Before she knew it, her jeans were discarded and her entire body was being pressed into the bed by Santana lying on top of her. They both moaned at their skin meeting so fully for the first time.

"You feel so good," Rachel whispered, trailing soft kisses over Santana's cheek and down her neck to her shoulder.

"So do you," Santana replied breathlessly, her hips rocking a little more fervently. "Hmmm…I think we need a medal for lasting this long," she added, lowering her mouth to Rachel's breasts again.

The cheerleader arched her back and moaned. "Totally. But right now, I really need to feel you, San. Please."

Santana smirked at the sound of her girlfriend begging her. It was totally hot. But she wanted to feel those fingers just as much as Rachel wanted hers. She got off the bed again and pulled her underwear down, wasting no time in hooking her fingers in Rachel's and pulling them down as well.

"Oh, Jesus," she murmured, catching a glimpse of how wet Rachel really was. It sent a rush of her own wetness to her core, forcing a little to trickle down her leg.

"Santana, you'd better get that ass on this bed right now before I finish myself off," Rachel said in exasperation.

Santana obliged, resuming their previous position and starting her hip movement again. Feeling Rachel's wetness against her thigh was so incredibly hot and it turned Santana on unlike anything else.

"Now," Rachel whispered desperately.

They moved simultaneously, hands moving between their legs, slipping slightly with all the wetness the two girls had accumulated.

"Oh," Santana breathed in pleasure, dropping her head to Rachel's shoulder as she felt her girlfriend's fingers sliding between her folds. "Fuck, Rachel."

"You're gonna leave me hanging here, Lopez?" Rachel asked, trying to sound snippy, but sounding more desperate than anything else.

"Sorry," the Latina muttered, moving her fingers and immediately feeling her girlfriend's teeth nipping her shoulder.

They started rocking together, breathy moans and gasps the only sounds in the room. Santana stepped it up first. She lowered her fingers and slipped into Rachel's warm core.

"Oh my God," they both moaned.

After a few slow, deep movements inside, Rachel seemed to remember that her hand had stilled against Santana and she also slipped two fingers inside.

"So good," the Latina muttered. "Ugh, deeper."

Rachel obliged and mirrored what her girlfriend was doing. It felt amazing for her so it would obviously feel just as good for Santana. Their rocking became a little more frantic as their thrusts picked up their pace.

"Faster," Rachel panted, her free arm now buried in Santana's hair, anchoring them together. The Latina grunted in agreement and obliged, quickening her movements.

"Oh, Jesus," Rachel gasped, feeling her gut pull deliciously tight. "I'm…I'm…San…"

Santana continued her movements, grinding her hips down on her own hand to apply some friction on her clit. She could hear Rachel moaning and felt her body stiffening and then shake slowly in pleasure and after another hard thrust, she followed suit.

They lay like that for a while, trying to catch their breath back.

"Wow," Rachel breathed, her eyes closed.

"Hmmm," Santana mumbled in agreement, nuzzling into her girlfriend's neck.

"Forget amazing, that was mind-blowing."

"Worth the wait?"

Rachel smiled and kissed Santana's sweaty forehead. "Absolutely. Just be warned that I will not be waiting that long again. You've given me a taste and now I'm just going to want you all the time."

Santana chuckled softly, kissing Rachel's clavicle. "I'm sure that I'll be one hundred percent ok with that."

"Awesome."

They wiggled their hands out of each other without moving too much and Rachel wrapped her arms around Santana's back.

"You're not allowed to fall asleep," she warned, stifling a yawn of her own.

"Just a l'il one," Santana mumbled.

Rachel chuckled and grabbed Santana's phone from next to her bed and set an alarm for an hour's time. Santana's deep, even breaths told her that her girlfriend was already fast asleep and it didn't take her long to follow suit.

The party was in full swing and Brittany spun around dizzyingly. It was definitely a combination of alcohol and, well, spinning around. She laughed loudly and fell back into Finn's arms as he caught her.

"You're sush a good dansher," she mumbled. "So goooood."

Finn chuckled, placing his hands on Brittany's hips as they both moved to the beat. "You might be a little drunk, Miss Pierce."

"And you," the blonde replied, pointing her finger into his chest, "may be right. But!" she declared, "I don't care cosh thish ish my party and you and me are gonna go upstairs just now. In a little bit. Soon."

Finn laughed again and pulled her closer. "Sounds like a good idea to me."

Brittany grinned, proud of herself and pressed herself against the tall football player. She let him guide her hips as she rocked into him. She smirked at the obvious tell of the reaction she was having on him.

"Hey, B!"

Brittany looked up, squinting through her haze of alcohol and saw Rachel waving at her from the doorway.

"Hi!" she squealed, running to say hello. She was totally a good host. She grabbed her tiny friend in a hug. "You're short, Rachel," she stated.

Rachel laughed and Brittany saw familiar tan arms snake around her friend's waist. Her smile froze. Why was Santana there?

Wait, of course she was there. She was there because Rachel was there. Because they were girlfriends and they went to parties together.

"Babe, you need to dance with me because otherwise my legs are going to be really sore tomorrow," Brittany heard her husk in Rachel's ear.

The smirk on Rachel's face told her way more than she wanted to know. So it had happened. They'd finally slept together. Brittany hated that the ridiculous amount of alcohol in her system still couldn't stop that stupid hurt feeling from crawling into her chest.

Nothing happened, remember?

Brittany swallowed and for the first time since Monday, her eyes locked with Santana's. She was taken aback at the look of faded curiosity that she saw. It was suddenly very clear to Brittany. Santana had forgotten what had happened between them just like she'd wanted. She'd forgotten and now she was sleeping with Rachel. Awesome.

Brittany spun on her heel and walked quickly to the dance floor where Finn was dancing with a Cheerio. She grabbed his arm and pulled him upstairs with her.

She didn't want Santana. Not anymore. And she was going to fuck Finn Hudson to kingdom come to prove it.

Santana watched as Brittany dragged an eager Finn Hudson up the stairs, not even bothering to wait until she reached her bedroom before kissing him hard. She pulled her mouth into a thin line and shook her head. Brittany was one confusing girl. One that she was planning on never figuring out. She smiled to herself. Her amazing evening with Rachel had simply solidified that for her.

"What are you thinking about with that proud smile?" Rachel asked, poking the arms around her waist. She leaned her head back against Santana's shoulder.

"Oh, you know, just how I made you come three times in a row," Santana whispered in her ear. "I'm really glad you got the model with the back seat."

"Oh," Rachel breathed, loudly enough for only Santana to hear.

"I'm definitely looking forward to testing our stamina in this arena of our relationship," Santana continued in a casual tone, as though she were speaking about the weather.

She heard Rachel whimper and grinned. Her hands started moving against her girlfriend's stomach and she started rocking her hips to the music.

"I mean, first the bed, then the shower, then the bed again, then that magical triple in the back seat of your car. Hmmm. Rachel, I may just become addicted to you."

Rachel spun around and pushed Santana roughly against the nearest wall, her eyes flashing with want.

"I'm going to make you beg for me tonight," the cheerleader said in a low voice, her lips curling into a challenging smile. "In a few hours, you'll be crawling after me, willing to do anything just to feel my tongue."

Santana smirked. "You're on, baby."

Rachel leaned up and their lips sealed the bet.

This party was definitely going to be interesting.

Brittany rolled onto her back and smiled satisfactorily. Her body was humming with pleasure from the amazing orgasm she'd just had.

Yup. She was totally straight. Finn was totally the reason for the way she was feeling.

"Britt, that was…" Finn said breathlessly next to her.

"Hmmm," the blonde hummed. "We should make this a regular thing."

"What, like dating?"

Brittany snapped her head towards him. "No, not like dating." She wrinkled her nose. "I was referring to the awesome sex we just had. And should keep having."

"What, so like fuck buddies or something?"

Brittany shrugged nonchalantly. "Whatever."

"Yeah, ok," Finn eventually said.

"Awesome," Brittany responded, yawning. "Now get out. I need a power nap."

She didn't even wait until Finn was out the door before she was deeply asleep.

Santana rocked her hips into Rachel's as they danced late into the night. The touches were anything but innocent, the gazes full of lust. But they hadn't kissed since they'd made their deal. As much as Santana really wanted to find a dark room and fuck Rachel senseless – again – her pride was preventing her. She was determined to win the bet.

The Latina spun around to face her girlfriend and, whilst keeping a seductive eye lock, shimmied slowly up and down her body. Santana didn't really consider herself sexy in that way; she figured she was sexy in the confident-I-don't-take-no-shit kinda way. Not sexy like Rachel was. Or Br-

What the fuck, Lopez. See that hot piece of ass in front of you, ready to devour you with that look in her eyes? Remember your girlfriend? The one you had sex with not three hours ago?

Santana turned Rachel around and her girlfriend happily obliged with grinding back into her. The Latina grinned at the sensations they brought. She was definitely struggling to maintain her composure, but she was really stubborn. And competitive.

She happened to glance up and saw Brittany descending the stairs. She'd seen Finn come down a while ago with a smug look on his face so she could guess what had happened.

Whatever. She's straight.

Her eyes briefly ran over the blonde's new attire. She was wearing short jean shorts with a wife beater, leaving one shoulder teasingly bare. She wasn't wearing a bra.

It doesn't matter how hot she looks. Rachel's putty in your hands. And she's your girlfriend. G-I-R-L-F-R-I-E-N-D.

Santana dropped her lips to Rachel's ear and squeezed her hips as she whispered, "How much do you want to fuck me right now?"

She felt her girlfriend still momentarily and could tell that she'd had a little shiver of something akin to pleasure run through her body.

"You know, Rach. You could just give in now and let me worship your glorious body with my tongue." Rachel definitely froze and her chest started to heave with quick breaths. "And my fingers," Santana continued, "and my…pussy."

"Jesus fucking Christ," Rachel muttered, spinning around and grabbing Santana's neck, pulling their lips together.

The kissing was frantic and needy and they both ignored the cheers around them.

"Upstairs," Rachel demanded, her eyes leaving no room for discussion. "Now."

Santana just nodded numbly and let her girlfriend pull her up the stairs and into a different room.

She slammed the door closed, locking it and pushed Santana onto the bed.

"Excuse me, Berry, but I do believe that it was I who-"

"Shut up."

Rachel's tone caused Santana's eyes to widen slightly and she fell back onto the bed, tightening her thighs as she did so. God, Rachel being dominant was so sexy.

"Here's what's going to happen, Lopez." Her voice was calm, a direct contrast to her hot skin and thudding heart. "You're going to undress yourself and then me. Then I'm going to straddle you and ride your fingers until I come."

"Holy Christ Jesus, holy moly," Santana muttered. Best. Sex. Ever.

"And then, once you're all riled up, I'm going to go down on you."

"Oh God," the Latina squeaked.

Rachel hadn't done that yet. She had. Twice. And it had been beyond awesome. Considering how much she loved the feeling of Rachel's tongue in her mouth, the thought of it running in and around and over her throbbing core just made her wetter.

Rachel's expectant look reminded her that she had a task to do. She quickly stripped off her top and skirt (don't ask – Rachel's idea of easy access) and rid herself of her underwear. She found her palms sweating as she watched Rachel drink in her naked body. It was incredibly arousing. And intoxicating.

Santana slowly scooted to the edge of the bed and met her girlfriend's eyes shyly. Their eyes locked and never left each other as Santana undressed Rachel. It was a different kind of energy, softer than the sex-fuelled passion that they'd been drunk on for the last few hours, but just as powerful.

"You're beautiful," Rachel murmured, trailing a finger across Santana's cheek. "So very hermoso."

Santana blushed. "Gracias. Pero tú eres la bella."

Rachel's eyes fluttered closed and Santana removed the last item of clothing before she stood naked in front of her.

"It is so sexy when you speak Spanish when we're about to have sex," she mumbled, slowly climbing onto the bed, giving the Latina a very clear view of her wet pussy.

She swallowed and rested her hands on the thighs she enjoyed so much as she guided her girlfriend to straddle her.

"It's especially sexy when you speak Spanish during sex," Rachel husked, grabbing Santana's bottom lip between her teeth and nibbling on it. She wasn't doing it lightly either. It pulled an involuntary groan from the Latina.

"Fingers, now," Rachel demanded before thrusting her tongue inside Santana's mouth.

The Latina tried to keep up with Rachel's furious kissing and still find a way to position her fingers in the right place. It wasn't easy because her girlfriend's kisses were extremely distracting, but she eventually found where she needed to be and started coating two fingers in the abundant wetness gathered on Rachel's hot pussy.

"You really do not want to be teasing me right now," Rachel warned. "Because I can guarantee you that I can keep you on the edge for an hour with just my tongue between your legs."

"I look forward to it," Santana replied, finally remembering her bantering voice.

"Hmmm, I bet you are," Rachel smirked before lifting her hips and lowering them on the three fingers that Santana had ready for her.

It didn't take them long to get into a rhythm. Not much build up was necessary, but Santana was determined to take Rachel as high as she could so she always slowed her pace when she could feel the cheerleader getting close.

"Jesus Christ, Santana. Do that again and I swear you'll never feel me down there," Rachel said vehemently between gasps.

She was covered in a thin sheen of sweat and Santana slowly picked up the pace again, succumbing to her girlfriend's whims. She ran her tongue over Rachel's shoulder and licked the salty skin gently. Rachel definitely seemed to like it because the hands that were gripping her hips tightly dug in at the sensation.

"You taste awesome," Santana murmured, flicking her wrist back and forth.

"Aaaah," Rachel shuddered and rocked her hips harder. She rested her forehead on her girlfriend's shoulder as Santana started to curl her fingers and push them deeper and deeper inside with every thrust of Rachel's hips.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck," the cheerleader said, her pitch increasing with every 'fuck'.

"Come for me," Santana whispered, kissing her cheek softly.

Rachel cried out as her body went rigid, her nails surely leaving long-lasting marks on Santana's skin. The Latina wrapped her free arm around her girlfriend as she shook every few seconds. She kept her fingers moving slightly to bring her down.

"Oh, wow," Rachel murmured, her head still resting on Santana's shoulder. "I am so glad your fingers are yours."

Santana laughed. Even though it made no sense, she understood what Rachel meant.

"Oh, wow," the cheerleader said again. "Just give a few moments, San."

Santana just smiled and continued kissing Rachel's exposed shoulder, neck and face.

Suddenly, she felt two hands on her breasts and her back was flush against the bed. Rachel was immediately hovering over her, a devilish glint in her eye.

"Payback's a bitch, Lopez. You're gonna be screaming my name. And it won't be soon."

Santana's legs twitched in anticipation and her heart started to race even more than it already was. She honestly had never felt like this during sex and it was absolutely thrilling.

Rachel leaned down for a few deep kisses before leaving Santana's mouth to trail kisses down her body. She wasn't kidding when she said she could tease.

Ugh, note to self: Never, ever, tease Rachel in bed again. EVER!

After what felt like hours of dancing around Santana's aching core, Rachel finally ran her tongue from entrance to clit and Santana felt like she'd died and gone to heaven.

Brittany frowned at the dwindling guests. There were several people passed out on her couch. She walked past and gave them each a resounding kick. Within five minutes, they were all out the front door.

Finn and a few of the football guys were playing flip cup and Brittany left them to it as she walked through the house, assessing the damage. She was definitely not looking forward to cleaning the after party disaster up.

She scrunched up her nose and arched an eyebrow at a pink bra lying over an empty vodka bottle.

"Well, definitely not mine," she muttered, tossing it aside. She knew she had a tendency to get a little stripper-like when she'd had too much to drink.

Well, there were activities that didn't require clothes.

She giggled. This party had achieved exactly what she'd wanted it to. She was straight. She was definitely into dick, and she was still the undisputed top bitch at McKinley.

Yawning, Brittany made her way up the stairs and froze when she heard a moan. She frowned. She knew what a sexual moan sounded like.

Ugh, someone's getting freaky in guest room!

She tried the door, but it was locked. She rolled her eyes.

"Stupid fucking teenagers, thinking they can come into my house and fuck anywhere," she muttered, stalking into her room and opening the adjoining door from her room to the guest room.

She froze, her hand tightening around the door knob.

Holy Jesus motherfucker.

Santana was flat on her back, buck naked and someone – she assumed Rachel – was between her legs. Whatever her best friend was doing was making Santana arch her back and moan in pleasure.

Brittany hated that she had to clench her thighs at the sound and the sight.

Right, she was watching. She really shouldn't be watching. She really should stop watching.

Something is seriously wrong with you, Pierce.

"Jesus, Rach, I can't take it anymore," Santana groaned, tangling her hand in Rachel's hair and pushing her deeper between her legs.

Brittany had to bite her lip from moaning out loud.

Stop fucking looking!

"You've been building me for an hour," Santana gasped. "Please, baby, please let me come."

Brittany was floored. Hearing Santana beg was incredibly sexy and incredibly weird. She always pegged her to be a top and yet Rachel was so obviously dominating her.

Santana's breathing became laboured and very audible. A moan escaped with every exhalation and the pitch went higher and higher until Brittany's eyes widened. Santana's back arched, her breasts so very tempting and on offer. She let out a strangled cry and collapsed on the bed, twitching and shaking, breathing hard.

Brittany's breathing matched the Latina's and she quickly pulled the door closed behind her, somehow remembering to close it quietly.

Holy Jesus, oh my God.

Brittany started pacing and the movement of her legs made her realise how wet she was. Like really wet. She knew her body. Masturbation was never gonna get rid of this need. It was big. Like…Finn big.

Brittany ran downstairs and grabbed Finn's arm, not even bothering to explain as she dragged him up the stairs and into her bedroom.

She threw him on the bed and gave him a look. He didn't need to be told twice and quickly threw his clothes on the floor. Brittany undressed in lightning speed and climbed on top of him.

"What-"

"Don't say anything," Brittany said sharply, lowering herself onto Finn.

Her eyes fluttered closed in pleasure at the feeling of being filled.

"Jesus, you're so wet," Finn murmured, his hands resting on Brittany's hips, encouraging her to move.

The blonde ignored him and kept her eyes closed, rocking her hips against Finn's thrusts. She focused on each burst of pleasure as his cock hit her G-spot.

She let out a moan and ground down particularly hard, feeling blissfully happy as her orgasm washed over her. Finn kept pumping into her and eventually rolled her onto her back. Brittany groaned again and wrapped her legs around the football player.

"Uh, fuck, keep going," she muttered, squeezing her eyes closed.

It came unbidden. The flash of tan skin against hers, those pouty lips massaging her own, the indescribably erotic feeling of their bodies pressed together so tightly.

"Fuuuuuuck!" Brittany screamed, coming harder than she ever had in her life, with the image of Santana at the forefront of her mind.

A/N: Reckon I may become public enemy #1 after this…Don't ask me why there's so much sex in this one…And for some fucked up reason, I briefly (VERY BRIEFLY) contemplated the thought of a Britt, San, Rach threesome. But then I felt kinda gross. *shudder* I blame me needing sleep. I shall now big thee all adieu in favour of a serious 8-hour sleep :)

Fic for thought: Badass Brittany :) It's totally fun. And hot ;)