Loved the college prompt! Loved the "oh fuck it" part hahaha. Can you do another prompt of what might happen next? Brittany seems to be a player so do they go off right away or does it take time? And with the race to be valedictorian!? Thanks for the stories :)

Through her drunken stupor, Quinn gets genuinely worried when Santana isn't back after fifteen minutes. It really doesn't take that long to grab a couple drinks; hell, Santana can walk up a flight of stairs in high heels, wash off her make up, and change into pajamas while hella intoxicated so there is no excuse for being M.I.A.

"Where you going?" Mercedes giggles when Quinn struggles to push herself up from her lawn chair.

"Find Santana." Quinn mumbles and Mike's quick to keep her from stumbling to the grass.

"Uh, you should probably sit..you can't even walk straight."

"I'm fine, I can do everything straight!" Quinn huffs, swatting at Mike's helping hand. Mike has no idea how to react and turns to Mercedes and Tina giggling away.

"Just go with her," Mercedes nods.

Inside, Brittany's got Santana pressed against the island counter with her tongue licking along Santana's neck. They're both trembling messes, hands grabbing for waists and fingers digging into hip bones, and it's so much and so little that neither girl knows what to do with themselves but kiss, kiss, kiss.

"Ugh, fuck!" Santana groans when Brittany nips at her ticklish spot right beneath her ear. She can feel Brittany press a smug grin into her skin as she kisses the spot again, "You're so good at that. Why are you so good ateverything? I'm good too!"

Brittany just giggles as she curves her hands under Santana's thighs, hiking her up onto the counter, "You're very good. You're the goodest person in the room."

Santana whimpers at the move, she's already aching for the girl so much she doesn't even catch the horrible grammar. Maybe Brittany isn't the best at everything? Still, she can't dwell on that when Brittany's mouth is hot and wanting and sucking kisses along her jaw. Santana's hands reach around Brittany's back, nails raking down milky skin, as Santana bucks her hips at Brittany biting on her bottom lip, "Jesus, fuck..touch me, please.."

"I'm doing that already." Brittany smirks, teasing Santana further with wet kisses to her lips, "Can't you feel me?"

Santana groans again as Brittany dips her head and kisses at Santana's exposed chest, the top few buttons undone giving Brittany just enough space to drive Santana crazy. Santana's clutching at Brittany's back, urging her even closer, as she digs her heels into the back of Brittany's thighs, "I need more.."

"Yeah?" Brittany's voice is husky and Santana almost comes at the sound of it as Brittany draws back and stares down at her, blue eyes wild with want, "I can do that. I'm the best."

Santana bites her lip and rolls her head back as Brittany manages to delve her right hand between their bodies, thankful that Santana's skirt is so short. When long, slender fingers edge too close to Santana's throbbing core, Santana whimpers, "Oh God, I need more."

"MORE WHAT?!" Quinn gasps as she stumbles into the kitchen with Mike close behind.

"Woah." Mike breathes out, eyes wide and jaw dropped a little at the sight of Brittany almost two fingers deep in Santana.

"Uh-oh, do you have a girlfriend?" Brittany mumbles a little too calmly while Santana practically falls to the floor trying to put as much space between her and Brittany as possible.

"No, no she's just Quinn- I don't have a girlfriend." Santana rambles trying to smooth down her skirt. Seeing Quinn makes her remember all over the rivalry meant to be between her and Brittany, not the undeniable sexual tension. "It's not what it looks like!" Santana stammers while Brittany's behind her, licking her fingers. Santana catchers the act and shudders, "I didn't- we weren't-"

"Why don't you have a shirt on?" Quinn asks and she's so close to laughing her ass off because seeing Santana flipping her shit is the funniest thing ever.

"It got in the way of my mad game."

"What?" Santana gasps and spins on Brittany who gives one last lick of her fingers and innocently smiles. Santana just shakes her head and looks to Quinn, "I wasn't going to-"

"Hey, is that my drink?" Mike asks and trots towards the counter Santana and Brittany were almost fucking on and reaches for the can, but Brittany's back in sexy pissed off mode and almost jumps him.

"That's Santana's, you can't have it! I'll fight you!" Brittany snaps and her hands smack to her chest as she tries to intimidate him.

Or she forgets that she already took her shirt off the first time she tried fighting someone and needs something else to take off?

And jeans take too long to take off so Brittany goes for the only logical article of clothing.

Brittany's hot pink, polka-dotted bra is tossed aside and smacks Santana in the face. The brunette just about passes out as the bra slides down her face and Brittany's perfect chest is all on display.

"Oh my God." Mike gasps and quickly shuts his eyes as he turns to Quinn, "Do something!"

"Santana, control her!" Quinn cries when Brittany attempts to climb over the counter separating them instead of walking the two steps around it.

Santana kicks into gear at seeing her best friend in danger and quickly scrambles up after Brittany, wrapping her arms around the girl's waist and rolling her over on her back, successfully straddling Brittany's hips. Santana pins Brittany's hands above her head and looks to Quinn and Mike, "Run! Save yourselves!"

The two run into each other twice before stumbling out to the patio. As soon as they're gone, Santana feels Brittany relax beneath her and looks down to see the wild desire again in Brittany's eyes, "Like my distraction?"

Then Santana's being pulled down into Brittany, strong arms wrapping around her body, taking control. Santana only groans against Brittany's perfect lips, "Damnit, you are good at everything!"