What Comes Next?

By: TracyCook

Disclaimer: I own nothing. These characters belong to the creator of Glee.

Couple: Brittany/Rachel

Rating: M

Chapter 5

Cleaning Off

Rachel was shocked as she watched the blonde cheerleader start to strip off her shirt with no worry in the world, she had expected Brittany to at least go into one of the various stalls to do so. Quickly she reached out holding the other girl's hands in place stopping her from continuing her movements. "What in the word do you think that you are doing Brittany?" She breathed out.

"Stripping." She deadpanned.

Blushing more so than she had been before the shorter girl glanced away, feeling oddly excited at the thought of seeing the blonde without her shirt on. 'What is wrong with you… collect yourself Rachel, it is not like she is some hot guy like your boyfriend… she is just Brittany…' "I understand the concept of what you were attempting to do, I was more curious as to why you were doing so without first entering a stall?"

"We're both girls Rachel." Brittany responded with a smile on her lips and a confused expression on her stained face. "And you said it would stain if we were not quick. Plus I thought that I got to clean you." She added the last part with a pout on her pink lips; she had been looking forward to washing Rachel after what the diva had said in the hallway. 'I hope San isn't too mad… But Rachel is my friend… look at her, she is blushing again! Cute.'

"Right, well I was going to have you accompany me in cleaning off, I simply assumed that we would change afterward." Finally she pulled her hands away and moved toward one of the sinks, forcing her brown eyes to look at her own reflection and not the blonde who was now taking off her shirt. 'I bet she has an amazing body…'

"But I'm sticky everywhere." She mumbled, her voice low and monotone but perhaps also a little husky.

Rachel shivered at the admittance unable to control her overactive imagination that was traveling to places she would never want to go. 'Why can I not stop thinking inappropriate thoughts about Brittany, she is my friend that is all. I do not care where she is sticky or if she has a nice body, which she undoubtedly does due to all of those cheerio workouts… oh god.' "I see." She finally forced out as she wet a paper towel and started to wipe the ice cold beverage from her cheeks.

"I bet you are sticky all over too Rach, let me help." The nickname caused a blush to rise along the brunette's neck and shoulders, but it was nothing compared to the intensity of the blush that consumed her body as she felt fingers pulling at her shirt, un-tucking it from the skirt.

"Brittany, that is completely unnecessary I am fully capable of—" Her train of thought died off as she felt those perfect, slim, fingers make their way beneath the fabric of her shirt. Tracing over her toned abdomen. Rachel tried her hardest to speak up but her voice was caught in her throat as she closed her large brown eyes and braced herself on the sink. She had never felt anything so amazing, not anytime she had been touched by Finn. His fingers were rather large and callous, nothing like the cheerleader's. "Mm…" She moaned out softly as those fingers trailed even higher.

"Rach." Brittany stated a little bit frustrated. "You are going to have to lift your arms."

Rachel's eyes snapped open and she turned quickly, almost quick enough to give her whiplash, in order to look at the taller woman. The confusion written across her face was almost as obvious as the blush. "What?"

"You're so cute." The blonde mumbled in her monotone voice as she laughed a little, her fingers trailing even higher. Honestly, she too was finding herself turned on by the contact, Rachel Berry was a very fit and very attractive individual, and despite nicknames that Santana had made up in order to insult the shorter girl she was also very much feminine. "Don't worry, I forget how to take my shirts off all the time. You just need to raise your arms. I'll do the rest." She smiled reassuringly.

"Brittany, I am well aware of how to take off my shirt I was just distracted by—" She cut herself off this time, unable to deal with the harsh reality. For the harsh reality was that the diva had been distracted by those fingers, that belonged to someone other than her boyfriend, dancing across her skin, and that was not okay. Finally she decided on simply doing as she was told and she raised her arms allowing the blonde access to removing the article of clothing.

"I get distracted all the time." Brittany nodded lifting the shirt over the diva's head, not missing the way that she made Rachel shiver at the brief contact with her bra clad breasts. 'I wonder if it was me that had her all distracted… Rachel is kinda hot when she is all bothered by me… this could be fun. But San would be so upset, and I don't want to hurt her feelings...' "Turn around." She stated firmly as she reached out getting some paper towels and wetting them down.

"No, I am quite comfortable where I am currently positioned."

"I don't know what that means, but come here." The blonde stated spinning Rachel around on her heels so that they were now facing each other, both shirtless. Brittany did not hide the way that her blue eyes trailed the length of the diva's perfect body, she really was beautiful. "Wow. You are so hot." She mumbled before moving down onto her knees to Rachel's shock who let out a squeak and tried her hardest to back up as brown eyes widened at the girl now positioned with her head at her abdomen. "And you taste like cherries." She giggled as the other girl's muscles stiffened as she extended her tongue in order to run it over her sticky, slushie coated stomach. "Mmm…"

"Brittany, this is extremely inappropriate." She breathed out clenching tightly onto the sink behind her in order to make sure she did not lose her balance as her breathing picked up and a warmth spread to right between her legs. It took her a moment to recognize the foreign feeling. 'Oh my god! Oh my god! NO! I am-I am turned on! This cannot be happening! She is Brittany Pierce! She is definitely not someone that I can like, she has Santana who will kill me if she finds out about this, not to mention she is unattainable and god! NO! Stop this!'

"Sorry Rach, you just taste so good." She swirled her tongue inside of the brunette's belly button and smiled when she heard the other girl let out a soft whimper of pleasure.

"Please stop Brittany, I have a boyfriend."

"Sex is not dating." She pointed out as her nails started to trail up those tanned long legs, she had always wondered what they would feel like. Okay, maybe not always, but lately she definitely had been wondering.

Rachel again let out a soft whimper as she closed her legs in order to alleviate some of the desire she felt as well as stop the blonde whose hand was wandering awfully close to the danger zone. "I am not Santana Britany. I do not just have casual sex with random people, in fact I am still a virgin and I plan to save my innocence for Finn, because Finn loves me and he is my boyfriend and it is something that I wish to share with someone who actually has feelings for me."

"Feelings? But San says—"

"I know what Santana says, and again I reiterate the fact that I am not Santana. Now please clean yourself off and I will take care of myself." Rachel felt bad for being so straightforward and getting so upset with Brittany, because watching the pout form on the blonde's lips made her feel as if she had actually kicked a defenseless puppy who did not know any better. Still, she knew that it was the right thing to do, she could not simply give her innocence away to some random person in the bathroom, it had to be a magnificent occasion with the man she loved.

Still, as she cleaned the staining slushie from her body she could not help but recall just how turned on she had been when those fingers crawled up her thigh, not to mention just how amazingly attractive the blonde looked without a shirt on. 'I need to focus on Finn… not Brittany… especially not Brittany without her clothing on…'

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Authors Note: If y'all give me some lovin's I promise to try and update fast!

-Tracy Cook