So, a lot of you were probably thinking that Rachel and Santana had a thing, right? Well…kinda. But don't worry, it's not gonna cause drama for Brittana! Leave me a review please and tell me what you think! I appreciate all of the feedback I'm getting!

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"What am I doing here? What are you doing here?" Santana asked.

"I'm a friend of the Fabray's! Well…I've been given a job by Quinn's father at the local theatre…he has connections, and so anyway, I'm here for the summer, living in a small apartment with some help from my dads. I met Quinn after one of the shows we put on and we became close—I mean, er…friends. We're friends. What about you?" Rachel's eyes darted to Brittany.

"Hi, I'm Brittany, Quinn's best friend…" Brittany said, still shocked that Rachel and Santana knew eachother.

"It's very nice to meet you, Brittany. Quinn has told me all about you and your dancing…you know, you should really consider performing in one of our musicals this summer, I think you would really thrive and we can always use more dancers!" Rachel beamed and Santana mentally rolled her eyes. This was the Rachel Berry she remembered.

"Oh um…I'll think about it. I'm pretty busy with motocross and stuff," Brittany nodded, pressing her lips together in a polite smile.

"So are you and Santana an item?"

Brittany blushed, "Yeah…Santana is the new mechanic for my motocross team and well…we sort of just hit it off…" Brittany squeezed Santana's hand.

"I must say, Santana, I never thought I'd see the day when you would settle into a relationship!" Rachel remarked. Santana narrowed her eyes.

"Well, there's a first time for everything, now isn't there?"

"God, I just can't believe it's really you, Santana!" Rachel exclaimed.

"Here I am…" Santana said sarcastically, starting to feel even more awkward around the tiny brunette.

"Rach! There you are sweetheart! I've been looking every—," Quinn stopped as soon as she saw Brittany and Santana standing there, looking suspicious at the term of endearment Quinn had used. "Santana, Britt, have you met Rachel Berry?"

"We've met all right," Santana muttered to herself. It didn't go unnoticed by Brittany.

"Santana and I went to high school together," Rachel nodded.

Quinn raised her eyebrows, "Really?" Brittany recognized pure curiosity in Quinn's expression as she looked between Santana and Rachel.

"Yep." Santana answered shortly.

Rachel turned to Quinn, "Quinn, I'm going to the restroom. Don't move okay?" Her smile caused Quinn to involuntarily blush and nod.

"Okay," was all Quinn could reply with as she watched the little diva skip off.

Brittany gave Quinn a look that said, Tell me what's going on. "Quinn…why did you call her sweetheart? And since when do you blush because someone told you they were going pee?"

Quinn looked down, "I'm not blushing, it's just hot in here!"

Santana smirked, "Oh bullshit! You two are so fucking."

"San!" Brittany scolded, to which the Latina just responded with a shrug.

Quinn chose to ignore Santana's comment and looked at her best friend. "Listen Britt, Rachel and I are taking the slow road, so please just keep this to yourselves, okay? We're not official either…it's not like I've exactly dated girls, so this is new to me and I don't want to mess it up."

"If you need anything don't hesitate to ask me or Santana for advice or whatever. Right San?" Brittany gave her girlfriend's hand a squeez.

Santana sighed, "Yeah, we're here for you. I know we just met and all, but I've known Rachel since I was in junior high and if there's anyone who will be blatanly honest with you about that one…it's me.

"How close, were you and Rachel, exactly?" Quinn asked out of curiosity.

Santana diverted her eyes for a moment, which Quinn didn't seem to catch, but Brittany noticed. Santana was going to lie. "Well, I mean, we were never super close but I mean, we had some classes, showed up to some of the same parties, sang in glee club…" Santana shrugged, down playing her answer.

Quinn nodded, deciding not to prod any further when she saw Rachel weaving her way through the living room towards them.

"Quinn! Puck and Sam want us to play them in beer pong!" Rachel grinned as she skipped up beside the green eyed girl.

"Berry, if I remember, beer pong was never your game," Santana remarked.

Quinn shook her head, taking the shorter girl's hand, "C'mon Rach, I'll help you. I'll catch you two later?" Quinn asked.

"Be safe!" Santana joked, earning a smack from Brittany.

"Be nice!"

"Sorry, sorry!" Santana held up her hands in defense.

Brittany giggled and pulled Santana towards the middle of the room where everyone was dancing. Santana grinned and let the athlete pull her into a spot on the floor, letting the music take control. Brittany grabbed Santana by the hips and started grinding up against the tan girl. Santana bit her lip and draped her arms around Brittany's neck. Some guys around them grinned and made remarks about the sight of the two, but neither cared as they got lost in one another.

Out of nowhere, Brittany turned Santana so that she could pull the brunette's back into her front. Their hips ground together and sent arousal shooting through them. Santana tried not to moan as she felt Brittany's hands on her hips. She placed her hands over Brittany's and moved her ass against her girlfriend's pelvis. She felt her breathing against her neck and shivered. She may have been the older of the two, but she loved it when Brittany took control like she was now. It was so sexy, feeling those hands wrapped around her, practiced hips working against her own, and her soft, yet firm voice speaking into her ear.

"You know…dancing with you is a real turn on, San," Brittany said from behind her. Santana responded by exaggerating her dancing for a moment to create more friction between them. A satisfied smirk graced Santana's features when Brittany moaned a little and tightened her grip on the Latina, her hands sliding across Santana's toned stomach.

Santana turned around again and Brittany allowed her hands to drop dangerously close to the shorter girl's shapely ass. "Hey.." She smirked up into Brittany's eyes.

"Do you wanna get more to drink?" Brittany asked. Santana nodded and let Brittany lead her away. They went back to the kitchen and did shots with some other girls from the Cheerios. After four shots, Santana and Brittany moved on from the kitchen and down to the basement where the beer pong game was in full swing. Quinn and Rachel stood on one end, looking much more intoxicated as well, while a glassy-eyed Sam and Puck stood at the other end. Brittany led Santana past the game and over to the nice leather sectional couch.

"Britt! I want to watch them play bear pong!" Santana pointed to the table.

Brittany giggled, "I think you mean beer pong, San."

"That too!" Santana nodded. She was definitly feeling the effects of the shots she'd consumed.

"San…I have a question," Brittany had to remained focused before she forgot what she was going to ask. "What happened between you and Rachel?"

Santana blinked, as if to process the question for a moment, "You don't wanna know!" Santana started to get up but Brittany pulled her back down.

"Is it that bad San?" Brittany asked more forcefully than she meant. Santana sat back with a huff.

"It doesn't matter Britt…Berry was just the first girl I ever kissed…" Santana shook her head. It kinda made me think about my sexuality and eventually led to me coming out.

Brittany nodded, but her cheeks felt hot with jealousy for some reason as she glanced over at Rachel, who was in the middle of clumsily tossing a ping pong ball across the table. "Oh…"

"Britt, don't worry…it was a drunken thing…" Santana lazily waved her hand.

"Did you do anything else?" Brittany didn't have an angry tone, and she wasn't angry, but she still wondered.

"I mean, things got a little handsy, but it didn't last that long…but thing was, I wasn't that drunk, and I realized what was happening and ran out." Santana spoke with a slight slurr.

Brittany nodded and glanced towards the beer pong game again. "Quinn likes her a lot."

Santana chuckled, "And I know for a fact that Berry likes your girl Quinn too!" They looked over and laughed when they saw Rachel pouting at the fact that they were losing miserably.

"C'mon, why don't we go play some?" Brittany pulled Santana to her feet and they sauntered over to join the others.

"Me and Britt play the winners!" Santana announced.

"You're on!" Puck smirked. "Loser shotguns a Keystone!"

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Santana and Brittany had won, leaving Sam and Puck to sloppily shotgun a can of beer each. But, as a result of a close game, the two girls' sobriety had lessened even further. Brittany had gotten permission from Quinn to use the upstairs guest bedroom and so she was clumsily pulling Santana upstairs.

Speaking of Quinn, Brittany wondered where she and Rachel had gone after they left the basement. As they walked down the hallway towards the guest room, she heard something coming from the bathroom. The door wasn't shut all the way and so Brittany stopped to poke her head inside. She was met with the sight of Rachel Berry sitting on the bathroom counter with Quinn standing between her tan legs, latched onto her neck like a leech and the former cheerleader's hands roaming under her shirt. Rachel caught Brittany out of the corner of her eye and shreiked in embarrassment. Quinn jumped back and glared towards the door.

"Britt! What the fuck?" Quinn scolded.

"Is that what you call slow?" Brittany teased.

"Is that Berry and Quinn in there? Let me see!" Santana giggled, pushing the door open more.

"Get out, you guys!" Quinn slammed the door in their face, leaving the couple to laugh in the hallway.

"I told you they were fucking," Santana whispered as they started towards the guest room.

Brittany smirked and looked back at her girlfriend as she pulled her into the room. "And soon…" Brittany pulled her closer, "we will be too…"

Santana's breath picked up at Brittany's words and she pulled her down for a heated kiss. Brittany kissed her back just as hard and wrapped her arms around Santana's waist, pulling her as close as possible. Santana moaned into her mouth and pushed her hands under Brittany's tank top and roughly shoved it upwards. Brittany shivered at Santana's frantic touch as tan hands roamed her back for her bra clasp.

As soon as she found it, Santana unhooked the bra and tossed it away, her hands immediately coming to cup Brittany's full breasts. Brittany moaned into her mouth and tugged eagerly at Santana's shirt as well all while they moved closer to the bed in eachother's embrace. Santana allowed her to pull the shirt off before re-attaching herself to Brittany's lips and reaching for the snap on the dancer's shorts.

Brittany felt her arousal spike when Santana's knuckles grazed her bare stomach while she worked on undoing Brittany's shorts. She finally got them undone and shoved them down, desperate to feel Brittany's soft skin on her own.

By the time Brittany had stepped out of her shorts, Santana had removed her own bra and was starting on her own jeans. Brittany sat on the edge of the bed and watched Santana shimmy her jeans off before the Latina grinned and straddled Brittany's hips, nothing but their panties separating them now. They kissed feverishly and their hips pressed together.

"Mm.." Brittany hummed as her hands found Santana's thighs and squeezed gently. Santana sucked Brittany's bottom lip gently as they moved to lay horizontally on the bed, Santana's body pressing down onto Brittany's.

Brittany could taste the alcohol on Santana's breath mixed with her chapstick and it was a strangly exhilerating new taste. She left Santana's lips and started a trail over her jaw and down her neck to suck at the flawless skin there. She heard Santana moan and almost lost control. That sound was something she savored hearing, knowing it was she who caused it. She kissed down lower and spent a few moments kissing the valley of her breasts before looking up at the Latina, whose hands were tangled in Brittany's hair.

"I want you so bad, San…" Brittany husked.

"So take me, B…"

Brittany groaned and flipped Santana onto her back, somehow managing to yank her panties down in a matter of seconds after. She started to crawl back up Santana's body, but the Latina stopped her.

"You too, baby…" She pointed to Brittany's panties.

Brittany quickly stood up and slipped her tiny panties off, Santana's eyes raking over her shamelessly as she made her way back up the bed and connected their lips. Brittany didn't waste time in running a hand down to cup Santana's center. She gasped at how wet Santana was.

Santana moaned, "Britt…fuck…"

Brittany grinned against her lips and took her moan as a sign to continue. She slipped two fingers inside her girlfriend and instantly curled her fingers upward.

"Oh my god…" Santana let out an involuntary moan again and arched her back as Brittany started at a steady pace. Santana gasped and arched her back. Brittany's lips moved down to Santana's neck and she bit down as her pace increased. Santana moaned and writhed beneath her feeling her arousal spike through her body.

"More…" Santana moaned. Brittany grinned to herself and started moving down Santana's body. She settled between Santana's legs and licked her lips in anticipation.

Keeping her same pace with her fingers, she leaned down to take Santana's most sensitive place in her mouth. Santana cried out and tangled a hand in Brittany's hair, pushing her head closer. Brittany looked up at Santana through her eyelashes as she licked away.

Soon, Santana came undone, trembling and moaning beneath Brittany. The blonde lapped up the remnants of Santana's orgasm and withdrew her hand before sliding up to plant a soft kiss on Santana's swollen lips.

"Mm..so good…" Santana hummed.

"I love making you feel good…" Brittany grinned, starting to cuddle into the brunette.

"Not yet…it's your turn," Santana grinned, pushing Brittany onto her back and leaning over her to smash their lips together again.

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Sorry the sexy times wasn't very up to par. I had one hell of a weekend and so I'm extraordinarily exhausted, okay? Okay. Thanks for reading! Leave me a review!