Pairing: (AU) Brittany S. Pierce/Santana Lopez
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: ~2K
Disclaimer: I do not own Glee or any of its affiliated places.
A/N: Hey everyone! Hope you're all hangin in there. I was motivated by a review not too long ago to get out another chapter. This is much shorter than my other chapters, think of it as a teaser, something to tide you all over. Enjoy (:
After Brittany cleaned herself up, which included flushing down a second round of puke, emptying her bladder, washing her hand, brushing her teeth and removing her makeup, she poked her head out the door. Quinn had rolled over half in the spot Brittany had occupied through the night, pink hair sticking up, lips parted and snoring very quietly. It was rather adorable and Brittany couldn't help but smile, despite her non-remembrance of the night prior.
Tiptoeing into her room, Brittany scrambled around, grabbing panties and a large shirt, quickly pulling them on before quietly exiting her bedroom. Once the door clicked firmly shut behind her, Brittany let out a sigh of relief for not having woken up her friend before figuring things out. Her freckled nose scrunched as pale, bare feet stepped over different articles of clothing; her own denim shorts and black bra was what stood out to her the most and Brittany felt her stomach roll uncomfortably.
Blue eyes dragged away from the floor, catching a glimpse of her graduation photo, slanted as if it had been knocked into. Another roll. Brittany averted her eyes, hastening her footsteps until she was frozen, staring at the disarray that had become her living room.
"Oh fuck."
Brittany normally doesn't curse, unless she's in the throes of passion. But this situation warranted cursing.
The small coffee table was littered with cards. A bottle of wine had tipped over and a small pool of the red liquid had accumulated on the glass surface. There was a second empty bottle next to a knocked over lamp. Brittany approached with a frown, picking up a framed photograph of her family and sitting it upright again.
There were articles of clothing scattered on the couch and floor, and Brittany eyed them curiously before her head throbbed. With a small groan she rubbed at her temple.
"Booyah Quinn!" The woman in question groaned, pushing her two cards away and crossing her arms over her bra-clad chest. "Another round and I am the victor," Brittany announced with a smug grin from around the rim of her wine goblet (am actual goblet, of white and pink, bedazzled with shimmering rhinestones and a winking hello kitty) as she took a large gulp.
Quinn threw an angry glare her friend's way, though she wasn't perturbed in the slightest, and slowly lowered her arms. Without breaking eye contact Quinn reached behind herself and unsnapped her bra, holding the cups against her breast with one forearm, slowly lowering the straps using her other hand. Brittany stared, unable to look away from the tantalizing sight. Quinn was most definitely attractive, even if she would rather see caramel skin, and the tops of much larger breasts being revealed. She swallowed thickly, the bra falling away, revealing porcelain globes of flesh and pink nipples that became stiff within seconds from the cool air.
"Your shuffle," the husk drew Brittany's attention back towards her friend's face, lips twisted in a crooked grin and hazel eyes sparkling mischeviously.
"Wipe that look off your face," Brittany laughed, "Take notice, you've got one piece of clothing left, I've still got basically everythingon, Quinny Poo."
"No worries, I'll get you out of your clothes one way or another," she said, running her fingers through short pink hair.
Brittany shook her head, looking towards the table once more. "Right.." She moved closer, closing the pizza box and bringing it to the kitchen. "Pizza and wine turned into cards.. more wine we decided to play strip poker." Brittany rolled her eyes at the memory, her ears burning bright red.
It took a little while to clean things up and afterwards, Brittany put on a pot of coffee and threw some bread in the toaster for her queasy stomach. Slowly pieces of the night had come back to the blonde, but it was killing her head and the aspirin she popped wasn't helping yet.
A creak had Brittany glancing over her shoulder and suppressing a laugh. There was Quinn, bleary eyed and sluggishly making her way into the kitchen. She had found the bottom drawer of Brittany's dresser apparently, and chosen one of her most comfortable sweaters. The fit was big on Brittany, who was taller, so it hung down to Quinn's knees and off one shoulder. But the funniest sight was how her short pink hair was sticking up in every direction. Brittany couldn't help herself, she greeted through a fit of giggles, "All hail the Lion Quinn, come for her morning feast!"
Quinn flashed a lopsided smile, shaking her head in amusement. "Lion Quinn requires drugs," she managed to say, voice thick with sleep.
"I could scrounge up a joint or two to pass the time," the blonde jokes.
"I meant an aspirin or something, Britt," she said through a laugh, plopping into one of the chairs at the small kitchen table, "And lots of caffeine of course."
Brittany slid a freshly poured mug in front of her friend, followed by a small glass of water and two pills. Quinn took the last item within seconds, greedily washing them down with water. "Do you want sugar or milk?"
Quinn brought the cup of black coffee under her nose, taking a deep inhale before shaking her head. "Black is perfect," she murmured, before a tentative sip, only to pull back with a hiss from the heat.
The toaster popped and Brittany slathered butter on her crisp toast and sat in front of Quinn, setting the plate between them. The two quietly nibbled on a slice each, before Brittany couldn't take the silence any longer. "We need to talk about last night."
A grimace was thrown in the blonde's direction. "Why? Two friends with a mutual attraction got a little too drunk and slept together, I don't see anything wrong with that."
Brittany ran her fingertip around the lip of her own cup of coffee, looking down at the lightly colored liquid. "But you know that I like Santana."
Quinn quirked an eyebrow, smirking suggestively, "But, Brittany, you're one hundred percent single. You're only human, your needs have to be satiated." The blonde felt her cheeks flush bright pink and she averted her eyes back to her coffee. "Am I not good enough? You'll fuck Sam but not me?"
"What?!" Bright blue was wide and startled, focused intently in shimmering hazel. "How did you know about that?"
"I've got my sources." Quinn was being way too blasé about the situation and it made Brittany's skin crawl. She frowned, silently begging with her eyes, until Quinn's gaze met hers and the woman cracked slightly. "Alright, the personal trainer office is two rooms separated by a thin little pull across wall and someone may have been on the other side while it all went down." Brittany buried her face in her hands. "And they also may have heard your minor slipup, your mid-orgasm mishap."
Brittany groaned face-planting onto her table and slapping her hands down, mumbling into the wood, "Tell me who Quinn."
"Can't do that, hun, sorry. But let's get back to the topic at hand. We fucked we've gotta move on from here somehow."
The dancer tilted her head, resting her chin on the tabletop and throwing a pout in her friend's direction. "I like you Quinn, you're a cool cat and I don't wanna not be friends just because we got our sweet lady kisses on."
Quinn chuckled lowly, resting her chin in her palm and propping herself up on her elbow. "You're adorable, you know that right?" She rolled her eyes. "But yeah, I don't want last night to fuck things up either. Actually, I think we could use it to our advantage."
Her face transitioned from a pout to a tight line of concentration, eyebrows pulling together, creasing her forehead, and nose scrunching upwards. "How?"
Quinn leaned forward conspiratorially, grinning so wide Brittany could nearly see her molars, "If we let the facts of last night leak to our friends, word gets around to a certain hottie and she'll be raging with jealousy, especially if the few times you stop by the gym we get our flirt on."
Brittany's lips formed an 'o' and her eyebrows shooting up into her hairline as understanding dawned on her. Then she was biting her bottom lip, nose scrunching again. "Wait, I don't know.." She released her lip, soothing the aching area with her tongue before straightening and lifting her hand to rub it with her index finger. "Ouch Quinn, I'm really sore everywhere," she mumbled, narrowing her eyes at the pink haired cutie.
Who merely rolled her eyes, running her fingers through her hair to fix it. "Well jeeze Britt, in the moment you kind of get a little demanding." Hazel eyes, slanting more towards a forest green at the moment narrowed as well, giving a pointed glare as pink lips mimicked words from last night, "Bite me Quinn.. Fuck me harder… Ugh, yeah, just like that, right there Q, harder…" Brittany's cheeks bloomed a deep red hearing it all parroted back to her. "Not to mention I'm pretty sure that your entire back is shredded because you've got magical fingers and have you looked in the mirror? Your neck," she trailed off laughing, raising a hand to touch her own throat which was splotched with red and purple marks, "Mine's got to be worse though you did a lot of biting and sucking. Trying to bring a little pain to bed to relieve your frustrations a little easier, Britt?" She asked, wiggling her eyebrows. Brittany threw her head back, whining pitifully and covering her eyes in embarrassment. "Don't worry, Santana is wild too, you'll be a match made in heaven."
The blonde peaked out from between her fingers, lips curling in a sheepish smile as she asked a meek, "Really?"
"Lion Quinn speaks from experience," she announced with a dramatic flourish of her hands and slight bow of her head. After an extended bout of silence, Quinn looked upwards to be met with Brittany's face a mixture of confusion, fascination, mild disgust and intrigue all twisting her face into quite the comical sight. There was the nonverbal question of 'What?' and Quinn cleared her throat before gripping her coffee mug and chuckling. "Yeah. It was a long time ago, we were drunk and it was back when I was questioning my sexuality and trying to get a feel for who I was. Very strict Christian back ground, a pregnancy in high school.. I was a troubled kid in high school, and thought the only way to be happy would be to find a man and marry him. Little did I know how great women could be," her lips curled into a wicked smirk, before fading into a smile as she shrug, "Santana was one of my early lesbian encounters and she helped open my eyes."
Brittany's face was still twisted comically, though her lips were pursed thoughtfully. "I can't see you two sleeping together.."
Quinn shrugged, "Like I said, young and drunk."
"Only once?" Hazel orbs shifted away towards the ceiling and Brittany tilted her head slightly. "More than once?"
"Just a few times really. But hey that's an upside for you, right?"
Brittany rubbed her chin, looking thoughtful. "As much as I hate the thought of you two together. I guess it has it does have its benefits.."
"I know a few of her sweet spots," Quinn said with a waggle of her eyebrows (one that reminded Brittany of Puckerman), "Places to touch to make her knees go weak."
"I'd like to think I can do all that on my own already, but some insight wouldn't hurt," Brittany said with a playful wink.
The two friends leaned towards one another, their faces splitting into matching shit-eating grins.
Tell me how much you liked or hated it. I know there were a few people with negative opinions on Brittany's lax view with sex, but I'd like to remind y'all that canon Brittany was a touch promiscuous. Let me know what you would like to see next (: