AN- Amazing support so far! Extremely happy with the response! But, don't be afraid to leave some reviews, just say 'hi' even. Love to hear what you guys think and it would be nice to hear some suggestions because I'm very new to this. Also, I forgot to mention earlier that this is Un-Betaed so all mistakes are mine and I noticed that there were some in Chapter One so I read this chapter over like a million times, though I'm sure you'll be able to find some mistakes. Wow, I'm rambling, so anyway here is chapter 2. Enjoy and review!

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Chapter 2

Rachel immediately tapped the Truth tab, as she was extremely afraid and not drunk enough for the dare one yet. Speaking of that, she needed another drink. "I choose Truth and it says 'Have you ever masturbated?'" She grabbed another bottle of liquid courage and listened to everyone's reactions to both her choice and the question.

Santana being Santana said "Of course Berry would choose Truth, what a pussy. Obviously she's going to say no, she's too much of a prude to even know what's going on underneath those grannie panties of hers." She said through laughter (the wine coolers were getting to her).

"Sanny be nice." Brittany chastised as she shifted off of Santana's lap and moved beside her and Rachel. Santana pouted and they all looked to Quinn, as she was the only one that hadn't said anything about Rachel's choice and question. Quinn was trying and so horribly failing to not imagine Rachel with her fingers buried inside of herself screaming out Quinn's name as she came on her own hand. The blonde shifted uncomfortably and tried to subtly push her straining erection down with the pillow. Santana and Brittany exchanged knowing glances while Rachel looked confused for a moment then set about the task of answering the question.

"Um…Yes, actually I have masturbated for your information, Santana. Also, I am not ashamed to admit it, and if you must know; my fingers can be very satisfying." Okay, so maybe the wine coolers were contributing to the high dose of TMI her three friends just received but hell, it was the truth after all.

Quinn let out a "Jesus Christ" and an audible groan and once again pushed the pillow down further onto her now painfully hard dick. Had the other three girls not been so drunk at this point they may have questioned her on the reaction but with all three of them now laughing at Rachel's confession, no one bothered to say anything.

"Touché, Berry. Your turn, Britt-Britt." Santana said with a smile as waited for her kiss from her girlfriend before handing Brittany her phone. Brittany gave Santana a chaste kiss on the lips and took the phone from her.

"Hmm, I choose dare cause I always tell the truth anyway." She reasoned. "It says 'Take off your shirt and leave it off until the end of the game'. That's easy!" Brittany wasted no time in taking off her shirt and throwing it to the side, onto Santana, whose eyes had immediately locked on to her girlfriend's bra-clad breasts. The Latina grabbed a pillow from the bed, Rachel didn't know about her or Quinn's not so little secrets, after all. Rachel's eyes also fell to Brittany's bare torso and Santana growled.

"Eyes to yourself, Berry." She scolded only half kidding. Rachel laughed and looked away.

"Please, Santana. If I wanted Brittany I would have her by now. No offense, Britt." The giggling coming from Brittany showed that she in fact had not offended her but the glare Santana shot her scared her to the core. "I mean, I don't, uh, want Brittany because she's your girlfriend, so there's nothing to worry about." The Latina smirked at her ability to scare the girl with only a look and pulled Brittany closer to her.

"Ouu, I like Possessive Santana." Brittany said as she batted her eyelashes and tucked herself into her girlfriend's embrace. Santana smiled and once again pulled her girl closer. Quinn faked a gagging noise as Santana and Brittany cuddled into each other. "It's your turn, Sanny!" She said before handing her the phone.

"I think you all know I choose dare because I'm not a pussy like Berry over here." She teased, which elicited an elbow nudge to the ribs from Brittany. "Ow, Britt! Anyway, it says 'Lick the neck of the person to your right'. Easy! That's nothing!" Santana leaned over and winked before slowly licking from Brittany's collarbone to her ear then sucking on the lobe. The only thing that interrupted the girls was a throat clearing from Quinn. Santana shot her daggers before pulling away and feeling proud of a very flushed Brittany with almost black eyes from arousal. "Quinn, it's your turn." She growled, muttering something about a cock-block under her breath.

"Fine, give me the phone, Satan." Once again Santana shot her a glare then handed her the phone. She stared at the phone then hesitantly picked dare; she didn't want Santana to call her a pussy like she did Rachel. "Dare. It says 'Choose one person in the room to give you a lap dance' Oh my god, that is so not happening!" She shouted which earned her a string of protests from Brittany until she finally agreed because, well, no one could say no to Brittany. "I, uh, I guess I choose, uh, Rachel? I mean, well, it's just I can't choose Brittany cause Santana would kill me. And I, uh, don't want Santana cause that is just gross. So, Rachel? I mean you don't have to do it if you don't want to it's just, um, Britt said-"

Rachel stood up and walked over to Quinn. "Quinn, relax. It's fine. No big deal, just go over to that chair and sit down. I'll do the rest." She finished with a wink and waited for Quinn to take her seat. "Britt, can you pick a song for us?" Brittany nodded eagerly and Santana whispered something in her ear which Quinn assumed was something like: 'pick the dirtiest song on there', and handed the dancer her iPod.

Rachel positioned herself standing in front of Quinn. Quinn silently thanked God for the ability to tuck as well as the creator of compression shorts. She had to get rid of the pillow when she took her place, and now, with Rachel standing in front of her in barely-there clothes waiting for the music to start was making her erection, which had gone down earlier, come right back. She braced her hands on the side of the chair, hoping Rachel was too drunk to notice the small bulge that her compression shorts and baggy sweatpants had hidden pretty well, (she had chosen them for a reason; Rachel in pajamas and tight pants never made for a good night) and waited for the torture, well, not actual torture, more like pure bliss, to begin.

AN-So, better than the first chapter? Lap dance coming up next! Review? :)