Chapter 16: When The Clock Strikes 12
With a great Christmas in the books, the merriest any of them had had (though to be fair Rachel had nothing to compare it to) they looked forward to New Years in a little less than a week. After much begging and pleading, the Pierces had agreed to let them host a New Years Party at the Air BB. There were some caveats though, the biggest being that a parent would be there. They weren't going to completely ban alcohol from the party, but Santana was supposed to be sober and no one trusted that to last at a party. Santana argued that she, in fact, had no intention of being sober and just intended to not overdrink, and she was sure she could control herself. Not a soul believed that. And so, Mrs. Pierce insisted on being there where she could keep an eye on all the girls who, in all honesty, really needed the supervision, all things considered. The good news was Mrs.Pierce also considered herself "a cool mom" and had no qualms about alcohol, just its amount and making sure no one did anything stupid under the influence. She also wouldn't blink an eye at the four girls disappearing right after their midnight's kiss to share more in private. The other options were all far more strict. With that decided they got to planning. Obviously they'd put on New Year's Rockin 'Eve for at least the last hour, but they wanted a good playlist to have going the rest of the time. There was also a question of who all would be invited. They had limited it to the Glee club, but they weren't entirely sure they wanted the whole Glee club there. Puck and Finn weren't exactly people they enjoyed being around. Finn had become more tolerable, but still. They decided to take a risk and invite them, but only because Mrs.Pierce would be there to stop the boys from doing anything completely and utterly repulsive. They had no issue inviting everyone else, everyone else was relatively cool, well not actually COOL but cool with them. Fun to be around, friendly, kind and understanding. Especially Kurt. They rarely talked to anyone else besides each other, but Kurt was an exception. He'd been friends with Rachel before everything and he was a fellow gay, albeit single. With the guest list decided they sent out a link to make a massive playlist of everyone's favorites. It would be totally chaotic and probably have no distinguishable vibe, but honestly they didn't care. They were deciding in activities when Rachel suggested the most obvious one.
"Why don't we do karaoke? I have a machine, I'm sure my dads won't mind if we use it. We're the Glee club, we sing, it's our thing!" Rachel asks.
"You know, I want to call it lame" Santana starts and Brittany glares warning her to not say another negative thing "But that actually sounds super fun and way better than something like spin the bottle or seven minutes in heaven. I wouldn't want any of us to do that outside of this circle."
"I agree." Quinn says "Karaoke is fun and doesn't usually get boring quickly. If it does I thought maybe we set up MarioKart?"
"That's a great idea!" Brittany grins "We're so good at this. I'm already thinking of duets I want to do with each of you and how fun it'll be to crush Artie at MarioKart. He thinks he's soooo good but I know he's not."
"Well it's settled then!" Santana says "We've got a party to throw." They start working on a snack list next. Obviously they'll have pizza (a frozen vegan one set aside for Rachel obviously) but snack are a must. Chips, vegetables, the works. With snacks comes a drinks list and aside from alcohol which Mrs.Pierce is illegally giving to minors, they want to decide on mixers and sodas to have available too. Not everyone drinks, Rachel to their knowledge and they imagine maybe a few others who don't or only do sparingly, so other beverages are must. Plus Mrs.Pierce is totally counting drinks and no one will be getting drunk that night. When they finally get a shopping list together they spend the whole day before New Year's Eve making sure they have everything they need. They also enjoy the time just the four of them being somewhat domestic. They go grocery shopping and clean the Air BB. They change all the sheets, set up extra air mattresses where necessary, make sure the lock on the master bedroom is working, clean the bathrooms and put up signs pointing to them (not including the master which is off limits), make sure the pool is covered securely, check that the stereo system is in order, and make sure there's enough seating for twelve in the main room. It's not a difficult job, but it takes them a long time. However, it's rewarding to see everything so clean before it gets inevitably trashed the next day. They move on from cleaning to decorating, setting out silver and gold SOLO cups on the counter, stringing a happy new year banner on the mantle, setting out party hats and glasses with the year, putting noisemakers and bead necklaces in a couple jars, and finding serving bowls and platters and washing them free of the dust they'd gathered. They also make sure there's extra toilet paper, tissues and rolls of paper towels in every bathroom. They had realized they didn't want to worry about any of that during the party. They also made sure feminine hygiene products could be found and accessed if needed since they didn't usually keep a whole lot there. That had sent them back to the store where they'd made sure they had everything. They were going to spend the night there unsupervised and Mrs.Pierce would come in the morning to help finish set up. They wanted to spend the last night of the year together just the four of them. It wasn't that they were going to even do anything like have sex, they really just wanted to be together. They rented a few movies from Redbox and picked up Chinese takeout on their way back. A night in just relaxing was what they needed before the hectic party. They got out their favorite blankets, brought the takeout boxes to the table, popped popcorn for after they finished their takeout and got a glass of water and a soda each. They would make it through the first movie without any break, they were determined. And they were successful. But all four of them ran to pee as soon as the credits started rolling. The movie was pretty good, it was one of those comedy detective or spy movies. Santana honestly wasn't sure, she wasn't all that focused on the movie. She was pretty sure she fell asleep a couple times. Usually she'd be at least teasing one of her girlfriends during a movie or it'd be something they were familiar with so they sing along or quote lines. New movies often made her sleepy and she had a hard time overcoming it, especially when she was somewhat tired as was the case that day. She was the last to return from the bathroom and found the other 3 trying to decide what to watch next. There was an action adventure movie or a rom com. Santana hadn't really paid much mind when picking the movies either, just letting the other three pick. She was surprised to find out the first movie had been Rachel's pick and not a movie musical. She looked up the action adventure movie that Quinn had picked out. Brittany was adamant she didn't want to watch it and was unwilling to explain why.
"Q" Santana said as the shorter blonde tried yet again to argue her case "It's pretty gorey. Brittany and Rachel both hate blood. Did you not know?"
"I had no idea." Quinn sighs "I just read the synopsis. It sounded interesting."
"I don't disagree." Brittany said quietly "I actually wanted to pick it but I always check gore ratings in case of action films. I'm sorry I didn't say anything. I didn't see you pick it."
"We can watch the rom-com for now, right?" Santana asks, pinching the bridge of her nose.
"Yeah that should be fine." Quinn nodded. Brittany looked at Santana who was rubbing her temples. Rachel and Quinn were distracted looking at the other movies synopsis. Brittany wasn't sure why, they didn't have another choice.
"Are you okay baby?" Brittany asked and Santana just squeezed her eyes tightly "Are your eyes hurting?".
"Yeah. I think I'll switch to my glasses." Santana wandered back towards the bathroom and Brittany sighed. The other had agreed with the movie and Quinn went to get some candy while Rachel set up the movie. "Britt!" Santana yelled from the other room, and it caught everyone's attention. Brittany quickly went to her and closed the bathroom door behind her knowing Santana wouldn't have said her name specifically if she wanted their nosy girlfriends involved.
"Baby, are you okay?" Brittany said seeing that Santana had gotten the contacts out but her one eye was red. "What happened?"
"I got my contacts out and I rubbed my eyes and I must have had something on my hand cause it burned so bad on the one eye." Santana whimpers, "It still hurts."
"We have to try and rinse it." Brittany says "Lean your head back over the sink and just relax." She grabs the eye drops and holds Santana's red eye open and a bunch of drops in to flush it. The redness doesn't immediately disappear but she can see relief on Santana's face. The Latina smiles thankfully as the redness starts to diminish. Whatever it was hadn't caused any permanent issue thankfully. However the pressure behind her eyes hadn't disappeared. She knew it was stress
"Would you be mad if I went to bed now?" Santana asks.
"It's really early. You'll wake up early too then." Brittany worries "Wouldn't you rather watch the movie."
"My head is really hurting Britt." Santana cringed, "please, just let me go to sleep."
"Okay. I'll let the others know. " Brittany kisses Santana's forehead. She lets the other two know, and by the time she returns with Tylenol and a glass of water Santana is laying in the bed. She takes the medicine before laying her head back down. Brittany gives her Quacks and closes the door quietly.
"Is she okay?" Rachel asks as Brittany sits back down. "Does she get headaches often?"
"It's been a while but yeah. She's always gotten headaches when she's super stressed. She tries to hide them. I didn't know she was stressed though." Brittany sighs.
"I think she's dehydrated actually." Quinn says "She didn't touch either of her drinks but she had salt in her food. I didn't see her drink any water the rest of today either."
"That could be it. Either way, she wanted to sleep. I wasn't going to refuse." Brittany says "Let's just watch the movie." Brittany doesn't pay attention, her mind elsewhere. In the other room Santana does end up drinking the whole glass of water Brittany had brought as the pain makes sleep hard. She eventually falls into a restless sleep and wakes up with an even worse headache than before. Hers aren't usually this strong and she tries to fight the pain. She doesn't hear herself cry out but she must've because Brittany comes barging into the room.
"Baby" Brittany says, cradling Santana in her arms seeing silent tears streaming out of mocha eyes. "I'm here. What will make it hurt less? I'll do anything.:
"Britt?" Quinn says softly from the doorway and the dancer turns quickly and even from that distance in a mostly dark room, the shorter blonde can see the protective look in the other girl' eyes. "It's okay. I just brought some Gatorade, water, and a warm compress."
"Put them on the side table." Brittany says returning her eyes to the girl in her arms "Finish the movie with Rachel. I have this under control."
"Understood." Quinn closes the door softly and sees Rachel standing there with her pity face "Absolutely not Rach." Quinn says "Santana's fine. I could feel how stressed she was earlier today. This party, it's a lot for her. She wants to appear normal and like she has everything together."
"I just feel so bad." Rachel laments and Quinn glares "I'm sorry, I'm trying to not to pity you all so often. It's hard."
"It's okay. Brittany wants us to relax, and I think that's important." Quinn kisses Rachel's forehead and they cuddle up and finish the movie.
In the bedroom, Brittany massages Santana's neck and back, feeling the tension slowly release under her ministrations. She won't complain, but this is a serious workout. Santana had admitted she'd been stressed about the party, which Brittany had figured, and that she'd let the stress overwhelm her. Brittany reminded her again how important it was to take breaks when she needed to. Santana was working hard on coping, but it was still hard. And that wasn't going to release the tension. However, Brittany's fingers were working magic as usual, though in a different way that they generally did. Santana eventually fell asleep under Brittany's touch. The blonde kisses a tan forehead and went to check on Quinn and Rachel and found them passed out on the couch, the menu screen of the movie playing on loop. She turned off the TV and made sure they were perfectly covered with blankets. She shut off the lights and headed back to bed with Santana, spooning her and falling asleep for the final time that year.
The next morning, Santana was feeling much better and her move was improved by waking up to Mrs.Pierce cooking breakfast in the kitchen. At some point during the night Rachel and Quinn had made their way to the master bedroom too and by the time Santana woke up the only other girl in bed was Quinn. Rachel and Brittany were always early risers, unlike her and Quinn. She snuggled closer to the hazel eyed girl who mumbled sleepily and wrapped an arm around her. Santana always felt a sense of calm when she was in Quinn's arms. It was different from the safety and comfort of Brittany, and different from the strength and bravery that she felt when Rachel held her on rare occasions. Quinn stirred and blinked open her eyes lazily.
"Hey you." Quinn grumbled "as much as I love your snuggles, your hair tickles.:
"Sorry." Santana blushed "Good morning. I smell Mama Pierce's cooking. We should get up."
"Do we have to?" Quinn whined "You're so snuggly and I'm so comfy."
"We can lay here a few more minutes I guess." Santana relented and they snuggled quietly for a few minutes until Brittany came to tell them to get their lazy butts out of bed. They wandered out to the kitchen, hair messy and glasses donned by both of them.
"I see you two have dressed to impress." Mrs.Pierce chuckles, putting a plate in front of them both. Rachel was puttering around making her own vegan breakfast, and they waited until she sat too before digging in. They really needed to get better at eating inclusive meals. Once everyone finished breakfast they went to shower. They took advantage of the fact that there were 4 showers (the master had a tub and a shower stall) and got themselves put together in a timely manner. They'd gotten up pretty late in anticipation of the late night they had so once they were dressed in their casual set up clothes they got right to work, cleaning up breakfast and preparing the finger foods that had to be baked. They planned what to cook at what time so nothing would be served at a weird temperature, made up the platters so they could just set them out later. When they were done they had a light lunch of sandwiches and had about an hour before everyone arrived. They spent that time doing their makeup and starting the cooking. At five pm, their first guests started to arrive and they welcomed Tina and Mike in, showing them around and the bedroom they could claim. They put their overnight stuff down there and then joined the four girls in the living room. They were introducing themselves to Mrs.Pierce when Mercedes and Artie arrived and were given the grand tour and shown to the room they'd be sharing with Kurt, which happened to be the bunk bed and trundle room. Kurt had already made it clear he was fine sleeping on the top bunk of a bunk bed so that worked out well. Kurt arrived next followed shortly by Kurt and Finn. Mercedes shows Kurt his spot while Brittany showed Matt and Finn to the final bedroom which had two single twin beds and an air mattress set up which would be their final arrival, Puck's, spot. Puck arrived at 5:45 with the pizzas. It had been a risk to trust him but he'd done his job well. While everyone was gathered eating pizza, Mrs.Pierce explained the rules for the night.
"Now, I know y'all are probably used to free reign in the alcohol at parties, but that ain't gonna fly tonight, heard?" there were a few grunts but everyone nodded "I don't want none of y'all blacking out or puking or none of that. So it'll be limited to 6 drinks total over the next 6 hours. And you won't be having them all at once. And if I think you've had enough I'll cut you off. As a fair warning, I do have champagne for those who want it at midnight so if you want that, monitor yourself. I have sparkling cider if you prefer something else." Mrs. Pierce smiled. "The last thing is to not get too rowdy and noisy. We get cops here and it's me who's going to be in trouble, understood? So keep it under control. The neighbors are pretty far off but best to keep it tame." Everyone agreed and Rachel set up karaoke while Finn and Puck were the first to grab a beer each and more pizza. The rest of their friends would wait a while to drink, including all four of the girls. Brittany wanted to open karaoke with a performance by all four of them.
Clock strikes upon the hour
And the sun begins to fade
It was the perfect starting song and soon the entire room was dancing and singing along. Mrs. Pierce used that as an opportunity to check that the house was as soundproof as the girl's kept saying and was surprised when she couldn't hear anything outside. They were singing pretty loud, so she was able to relax a bit on the noise issue she was worried about. As karaoke continued almost everyone grabbed their first drink. Santana was the last one and Whitney smiled softly.
"You don't have to drink hun." Whitney said "I can lie and say you did to all your buddies."
"I want to prove that I can. This is the perfect chance. I'll have one drink now and toast with a little champagne later. Hold me to that." Santana asks.
"You've got it darling". Whitney promises and Santana thanks her as she goes back to join her girlfriends. Rachel is on stage and Quinn and Brittany are watching from the side.
"Hey" Brittany says "You sure?" she says seeing the cup in Santana's hand "You don't have to. In fact, I'm still on team you shouldn't."
"Neither should we." Quinn scoffs "San, we trust your judgment we just hope this isn't a peer pressure thing like it was four years ago when you had your first sip."
"It's not." Santana shakes off the memory of being twelve at a sleepover with the other two. Quinn had stolen a half empty bottle of wine from her passed out mom and brought it to Brittany's one Friday night. They'd split it three ways and at twelve, they were pretty tipsy from it. Santana didn't mind that part of the memory, it was the guilt she lived with while grounded for a month afterwards. "I want to prove that I'm not an addict. Everyone thinks I am, but I'm not. I don't want to be. I want to be able to go clubbing when I turn twenty one. I want to have champagne at my wedding. I want to put my feet up after a long day, sit on the couch with my three gorgeous wives, and sip on a glass of Chardonnay."
"I like the sound of that future." Rachel says coming off stage "Speaking of peer pressure, I'm starting to think maybe one drink isn't so bad."
"Are you sure?" Santana is the one asking this time "You seemed so adamant even last night that you would continue to abstain."
"When you were awake, yes. But Quinn and I were talking and…" Rachel shrugged "It's something I'd just like to try."
"Have a sip." Quinn offers and Rachel takes the cup and sips a small amount. She reacts obviously to the burn of the alcohol in her throat but also seems to enjoy it. "What do you think? You want one for yourself?"
"A light pour I think." Rachel says and Quinn nods, leading her over to Whitney. Santana sighs and takes a long drink from her own cup.
"Rachel is fine. She's a big girl. If she wants a drink, it's not cause Quinn told her it was magic or something. Quinn probably explained all the dangers and rationalized her fears. That's what Q does." Brittany tells Santana "don't stress."
"If I was allowed to smoke maybe I wouldn't be." Santana huffs "I mean I was taken cold turkey off nicotine, weed and alcohol shortly after Halloween. It wasn't exactly easy. One of us not drinking was kind of nice. No worry about addiction."
"I thought you weren't an addict." Brittany raises an eyebrow.
"Not to alcohol, no. Nicotine…mom has been buying me the gum to help and wean me off." Santana swirls her drink around in her glass.
"So that's why you've been chewing gum and not sharing." Brittany kisses Santana's cheek "Thanks for telling me. Now what do you say we set up some poker for those tired of karaoke?"
"That sounds great." Santana smiles softly as they set up poker. They're not even really betting, just playing for fun. People float between playing cards and singing karaoke and 11 pm comes quickly. They switch to New Year's Rockin 'Eve for the last hour. Everyone mingles and watches and a good number of people go to change into their pajamas before returning to the room. When it gets to 11:55 the girl's help Whitney hand out champagne and sparkling cider flutes. The last minute of the year comes and the girls are all ready to share a kiss as are Mike and Tina.
10, 9, 8 ,7 ,6 ,5, 4, 3, 2, 1! Happy New Year! Everyone yells, most people blowing noise makers. The girls quickly kiss each other and everyone cheers draining their flutes. The TV is tuned to a random channel for anyone who isn't quite ready to sleep yet. Whitney locks all the alcohol up and heads to the office that had a pull out couch serving as her bed that night. Mike and Tina disappeared the quickest and the girls made sure that no one needed anything before they headed to the bedroom and locked the door.
"I've been thinking about getting you three alone all night." Brittany grinned. "So many annoying other people around when all I wanted was to ravish you."
"Careful Britt, Rach might need more training on how to stay quiet." Santana purred and blue eyes focused on a squirming brunette.
"I have some tools for girls who don't know how to be quiet. I also have tools for girls who don't know how to stay still." Brittany looked Rachel in the eyes "We wouldn't want to have to resort to those would we?" Rachel shakes her head and Brittany nods. "Quinn, is everything ready?" she class to the girl in the bathroom who emerges with the strap on and a few gags freshly washed.
"Yup, everything's ready to go." Quinn sees Rachel is trembling as she tries not to squirm desperately. She looks at Brittany and the dancer nods. Quinn can treat Rachel however she likes. Santana on the other hand, was nipping at Brittany's neck and forgetting her place.
"You." she grabs Santana and drags her to stand in front of her "Did I give you permission to tease me?"
"So it worked?" Santana grinned.
"Answer the question" Brittany pulled Santana against her "Did I?"
"No ma'am." Santana whimpers "But you liked it."
"Such a brat." Brittany slaps her ass and Santana bites back a yelp. Quinn on the other hand calmed down Rachel who was in fact, okay, but also worried she couldn't stay quiet and scared of the gag. "Now be a good girl and get out of that dress." Brittany said and Santana did as she was told while Quinn explained Rachel's fears to Brittany. "Santana." the dancer called seeing the girl stripped down to her underwear "Care to help us teach Rachel about keeping quiet?"
"I'd love to." Santana grins "What do you want me to do?"
"Help Rachel out of her clothes first." Quinn said, turning to Brittany and waiting for an explanation on what exactly the dancer's plan was.
"Trust me." Brittany kissed Quinn's worried forehead "I've got everything under control. I need you to trust me or Rachel is only going to be more nervous." Brittany turns her attention back to the two more submissive girls, both stripped down to their underwear "On the bed. Santana, what's the first way we stay quiet?"
"With no help. Clenching our teeth." Santana explains "Sometimes biting our lip. Not too hard though."
"Good girl. Let's practice that, hmm?" Brittany asks and Sanatana nods and Rachel nods with less certainty. Brittany moves to Santana, discarding her clothes until she's striped down to her underwear as well, Quinn echoing her and moving towards Rachel. "Be a good example." Brittany whispers in Santana's ear.
"I've got you." Quinn promises Rachel who just nods, her teeth already clenched. "Relax just a little bit honey. It's okay." Rachel does as she's told and looks at Quinn, conveying trust as best as she can. Beside her, Brittany is sucking on one of Santana's nipples, the Latina's bra now discarded. Rachel can see that Santana is clenching her teeth and also sees her hand twisting the sheets. She didn't realize how much Santana liked nipple play, but clearly Brittany knew from the sly look she gave her. Just watching them together has Rachel holding back noise. Quinn gently begins to kiss Rachel's jaw and the diva grabs Santana hand that had been twisting the sheets and squeezes it. She squeezes her eyes closed and grits her teeth. Santana looks at the diva and squeezes her hand back. Brittany sees the exchange and Santana looks at her, promising she hadn't meant to do anything wrong. She didn't think holding hands with Rachel was wrong, but she hadn't been instructed to do so.
"Remember, you're helping us teach Rachel, so if that helps her stay quiet, it's okay." Brittany assures before going back to kissing the Latina's chest and sucking her nipples. Quinn was peppering kisses along Rachel's collarbone and making her way to the top of the smaller girl's breasts. Gently, Quinn reached behind Rachel and guided the straps of her bra down her arms, the handhold breaking momentarily. As soon as Quinn gently sucked a nipple, Rachel let out a strangled gasp. Her eyes snapped open. She tried to stay quiet, she just couldn't
"It's okay you're learning, you're learning." Quinn promised, seeing renewed fear swimming in puppy dog brown eyes.
"Santana, what's the second way we stay quiet?" Brittany quizzes.
"A hand over the mouth." Santana says "But you still have to try to be quiet, the hand isn't an excuse to let go."
"That's my girl." Brittany praises. She traces the girl's hips and kisses her softly. "Are you ready for this?"
"Yeah." Santana nods. It's been a long time since she's attempted to stay quiet with Brittany's fingers working their magic, but she knows she can. "I want to be a good example for Rach." Brittany nods and gently pulls off Santana's panties. She places one hand over the girl's mouth and begins to run a finger between her folds. Besides heavy breaths, little noise needs to be held back from Santana yet. Meanwhile, Rachel was struggling more, and Quinn was still just sucking on her nipples. This was going to be rough. She was hoping Rachel wouldn't need the gag, but she was the loudest of them all. Apparently she'd never practiced staying quiet when she masturbated. She just did so when she knew her dad's were gone or had the TV on. Brittany was too busy with Santana at that moment to deal with Quinn's dilemma. The Latina was a talent when it came to keeping quiet. Even as the olive skinned girl's back arched off the bed, Quinn heard very little noise slip past Brittany's hand.
"Good girl." Brittany said, Santana left panting "What are the two other ways?"
"Swallowed with a kiss and the gag." Santana mumbled "My favorite's the kiss."
"I know." Brittany smirked, quickly plunging two fingers into Santana without warning and swallowing the moan of surprise the girl let out with a kiss. "You're such a good girl." Brittany praised "You think Rachel can use the kiss method?"
"Don't know." Santana pants "She sometimes moans from kisses anyway."
"She's right." Quinn says, Rachel looking between the two blonds and Quinn meets pleading eyes. "Rach, we'll give you a chance but honey…"
"I'll be quiet I promise." Rachel begs, "I don't need the gag."
"Okay. Britt I'd prefer if someone else could do the kissing." Quinn says.
"Sanny, you want to kiss Rachel?" Brittany asks and the Latina nods, grabbing chapstick quickly and applying it before she does. "Alright. Let's see." Brittany says. Quinn tosses Rachel's panties aside, and slowly drags a finger through a wet slit. Santana kisses Rachel as the first, albeit quiet, moan slips out. Once Quinn is pumping her fingers, Santana's struggling to keeps things quiet, but they manage until Rachel reaches her peak and practically screams into Santana's mouth. Santana pulls away when the scream stops as Rachel trembles. Quinn knows. That was too loud.
"Rach." Brittany says "Honey." Rachel is instinctively curling into a ball, partially embarrassed by how loud she was and also afraid of what's to come. "Baby, we won't use the gag but then we can't do anything else."
"I tried." Rachel whimpered "Why can't I be quiet like Santana?"
"Practice." Santana admits softly. She doesn't tell her that the day that taught her the ability to be quiet the most was the day in the locker room. Any noise she'd let out had been seen as encouragement. Even if it was a cry of pain. No one knows that was the day she'd gotten so good at it. Quinn assumed her and Britt had practiced when she was in the same room. Britt thought it was a God given talent. "I'm gonna get some water." Santana walked into the bathroom and closed the door quietly.
"I'll take care of Rachel." Quinn says when she sees all of Brittany's attention shift. "She needs you. I'm certain of it." Brittany nods and opens the bathroom door and sees Santana sitting on the floor with a bottle of water. The bottle wasn't open however. She just sat there staring at it.
"You needed water?" Brittany asks and Santana just shakes her head "What's wrong? I thought you were having a good time?"
"I am." Santana whispers "Bad memory."
"Why would you be having a bad memory right now?" Brittany asks and Santana whimpers. "Tell me, please."
"The reason…the reason I'm so quiet. It's not just because of practice. There was a time I needed to be quiet. That every noise was used against me." Santana admits "Every noise was encouragement."
"Oh…baby." Brittany pulls Santana to her "So you just needed to get away for a minute to get rid of the bad memory right?"
"I don't want to tell them." Santana whispers "I didn't even want to tell you. Please don't tell them that's why. Quinn will understand but Rachel…"
"I won't. You want to keep going? We can stop for the night." Brittany assures "I'm not sure Rachel is going to agree to the gag so she might be done already."
"I want to keep going. I really do need water though. Can you open it?" Santana asks and Brittany nods and Santana drinks some. "Alright. I'm ready."
"Good girl." Brittany smiles and leads her back out. Quinn has coaxed Rachel out of her ball and Santana doesn't make eye contact with either of the other two. If she had, she would've seen what Brittany did- questions and worry. Brittany had made it clear with a shake of her head to drop it. "Alright Rach." Brittany asks "Have you decided what you want?"
"I want to try the gag." Rachel says "because I'm not ready to stop." Quinn kisses Rachel's temple softly.
"Great. Quinn, do the honors." Brittany says and she looks at Santana "Do you want one baby?"
"I don't need it." Santana says meekly "But yes. I would. Please."
"Okay." Brittany kisses her forehead and grabs one. Both her and Quinn secure them and Brittany puts on a strap on and so does Quinn. They lose the last of their clothes, both strap ons made to pleasure the wearer too. Side by side they settle between the legs of the brunettes. Quinn kisses Rachel's neck as she thrusts in and out to silence her own moans. Brittany finds herself keeping her head tucked next to Santana's shoulder where the mattress silences her sounds of pleasure. Much to the blonde's surprise, they reach climax at the same time as their girlfriends. They throw the toy's aside and let the brunettes out of their gags. They end the night with Rachel's first sixty nine, a usual end for Brittany and Santana who last much longer than the other two. But once they came down they all cuddled together. Brittany was on one edge and Rahcel was on the other. Brittany was Santana's big spoon and Santana was a big spoon for Quinn. Her and Quinn enjoyed both parts of spooning the most so they always settled in the middle. Rachel was always a little spoon and Brittany was usually a big spoon. They fell asleep pressed together under the sheets knowing full well they'd wake up in the weirdest positions.
When they woke up the next morning, no one surprised to see Santana had ended up on the outside edge, back to back with Brittany. Quinn too had switched with Rachel, but she still spooned the smaller girl. Rachel's face was pressed to Brittany's chest. Quinn woke up first and fixed the blankets that had been kicked aside overnight and tucked Quacks into Santana's arms. She went and brushed her teeth and had to hold back a chuckle when she saw the positions had shifted again, each brunettes snuggled into either side of the blonde who held them softly. She leaned across Rachel and kissed Brittany's forehead. The blue eyed girl was awake if they were in this position.
"Stay with them for now." Quinn whispered "somehow, I think they need it." Brittany smiled softly and closed her eyes again as Quinn put on her pajamas again and slid her glasses on. It was odd for her to be the first up but she knew someone needed to get out of that amazing bed so she put on her pair of bunny slippers (which were purple, whereas Santana's were Red, Rachel's were pink and Brittany's were blue) and made her way to the kitchen where Mrs. Pierce sat drinking a mug of coffee.
"Morning" Quinn mumbled, grabbing a mug for herself and filling it with coffee. "Nobody else has stirred yet?"
"Not yet. I imagine it won't be long though. Just finishing my coffee cause I know some of them will wake up just smelling food. Britt's still asleep?" Whitney asked.
"Not really. But Santana and Rachel are cuddled next to her so she'll indulge them for a bit." Quinn stirred creamer into her coffee and sipped on it.
"Well, I guess it's better I have a sous chef than a Brittany anyway." Whitney shook her head.
"She's getting better." Quinn criticized. She hated how both Whitney and Maria were so critical of the blonde. "We make her help all the time, and she's got grilled cheese down to a science."
"That's actually impressive." Whitney shrugs "But we're not making grilled cheese."
"I know, I just want you and Mami to acknowledge how hard she tries. It hurts when you won't even let her try." Quinn explains.
"I'll keep that in mind. Alright. We're making waffles, cutting up a bunch of fresh fruit, making bacon and sausage and a bunch of scrambled eggs." Whitney explains "And I've got frozen vegan waffles for Rachel and vegan sausage for her too."
"Thanks Mom Pierce." Quinn says as they get to work. Quinn focuses on cutting fruit while Whitney gets the bacon in the oven before starting the first batch of waffles. While each batch of waffles cooks she cooks a batch of scrambled eggs and watches the sausage in the frying pan. The next people to show their faces are Mike and Tina who offered to help.
"No thanks." Mrs.Pierce says "We're almost done actually. Grab a plate. Quinn, will you get the girls up?"
"I make no promises about Santana." Quinn laughs and is surprised to find all her girlfriends trying to brush their teeth at the same time."Y'all are ridiculous."
"I smell food and coffee. Must have." Santana says around her toothbrush. She has total sex hair. "Can you fix my hair quickly?"
"Sit on the bed." Quinn says, grabbing a comb, hairbrush, hair ties and a spray water bottle. Brittany and Rachel can fix their own, but Santana's mane was always a struggle. She braids as quickly as she can and by the time they are out of their rooms all the food is spread on the counter. Quinn makes Rachel's while the girl eats some of the fruit. Kurt, Mercedes and Artie had already joined Mike and Tina at the table. However no one had hear peep from Finn, Puck or Matt. Based on the fact that ESPN was still playing on the TV they'd been the last to go to bed. Matt was the first of the tree to join everyone. He said he'd woke the other two up but it took another 20 minutes before the other two football players joined everyone and helped polish off the food. Those who finished breakfast first had first dibs on the two showers outside the master bath. Quinn and Rachel took the ones in the master first. While waiting for the showers, people finished eating and if they finished they helped clean up. Artie was the only one who wouldn't shower since they didn't have a shower set up properly for him. Showers finished pretty quickly as did cleaning up.
"Alright, we're not kicking you out, but we're kicking you out." Whitney said "I guess y'all planned a lunch out somewhere so I can provide extra rides there but there will be no hanging out here after that."
"Chill mom, they all know that." Brittany groaned "But yeah, we're gonna head to the local burger place, and it should be fine if we all go. Up to y'all, but me and my girls are about to get our burger and fries on."
"Or in my case, an impossible burger." Rachel said.
Everyone decided to join and, with Mrs.Pierce's help, everyone made it there. It was the first time that Santana really felt like she understood their misfit group of friends. Yes, Puck was still unbearable at times but being I'm Glee club and changed all of them for the better. They all were more understanding of differences and made friends they never would have otherwise. The slushies that came with being I'm Glee were a small price to pay for the real friendships they'd started to build. It was a comradery none of them had experienced otherwise. Santana hadn't just found the the loves she'd spend the rest of her life with, but the friends she would too.
