AN- Alright guys, a longer chapter but not smut filled like I said earlier. Just wanted to thank you again the support, I have taken your suggestions to heart and I will try to make everyone happy though that it impossible. Also, if you haven't already; say 'hi'. Tell me if you hate the story, love the story or even just let me know that you're here! Thanks everyone, reading reviews is becoming my favourite part of the day. Enjoy and review!

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Chapter 5

Rachel knew she should feel bad for Quinn, she practically seduced her and Quinn was a lesbian after all, but she couldn't bring herself to feel guilty when she watched the girl squirm then run to the bathroom. She wasn't in love with Quinn or anything but you'd be blind to not see how beautiful the cheerleader was. And, let's face it, when a beautiful girl is visibly aroused from your actions, it's definitely a turn on. A loud groan and a 'Holy shit, Rach' coming from the bathroom snapped the diva out of her thoughts. What had she done that was so shocking to Quinn? Should she check on the girl? Better safe than sorry, were the brunette's final thoughts, but before she could initiate her actions, Quinn emerged from the bathroom looking more satisfied than she had when she left the bedroom.

"Everything okay, Quinn? You were in there for a while and it sounded like you were hurt or something." Rachel asks with genuine concern for the blonde. Quinn takes a seat beside Rachel, in her original spot at the circle before she answers.

"Yeah, fine, Rach. I slipped and hit my wrist on the counter but I'm fine." She lied, well, sort of lied; she did hit her wrist on the counter but not from slipping. But what was she supposed to say? 'Yeah, I'm fine, Rachel, but I almost broke my wrist when I was jerking myself off to you.' No, that definitely wouldn't work.

"Let me see it, Quinnie. You might have sprained it." She said as she inched closer to Quinn and took her wrist in her hand. She turned it over so her palm was facing up and gently caressed the bruised skin on her wrist. As soon as Rachel started rubbing her wrist, the erection that she had just rid herself of moments before returned almost full force. 'Oh my god', she thought, 'I'm like a horny, teenage boy'. "It should be fine, Quinn. It's just bruised." Rachel said with a smile but did not let go of Quinn's wrist. The cheerleader could almost swear that Rachel was leaning in, so she did the same.

Until, "Harder, Santana! Ugh, yes! Santanaaaa!" And just like that the moment was gone. The two pulled apart as soon as they heard the screaming coming from the guest bedroom. Both of them let out a groan of exasperation, and grabbed pillows to put over their ears.

"I guess cheerleading isn't the only thing Santana's good at." Quinn mutters with a look of fake disgust, but really her half erection turned into a full one at hearing Brittany's outburst along with the moans that are still flooding the room.

"Oh yeah, Britt. Keep doing that, baby. Oh, god. Brittany!"

Rachel snorts before she says "What else are you good at, Quinnie? Maybe the same thing? You are all cheerleaders, after all." This time, Rachel doesn't miss the blonde paling, shifting and pushing on the pillow in her lap.

Quinn waits for a little then clears her throat but before she could answer, a very happy Santana and Brittany enter the room with matching grins. "All done?" Rachel teases as Brittany nods happily and Santana shoots the brunette a glare. "Good, let's get back to the game." She says as Santana and Brittany take their previous seats.

"Sure, and Berry? You're going to want to wash those sheets." She laughs out loud after she hears the gagging noises coming from Rachel and the quiet chuckling coming from Quinn.

"Nice, Satan. Really great." Rachel says, all the while shooting the Latina a death-stare. "It's your turn, Britt" She informs as she slides the phone from the middle of the circle to her blue-eyed friend.

Brittany grins and takes the phone from Rachel. "Guys, can we change the rules?" The other girls look at her warily. "It's nothing big; I just think that it should only be dare, instead of getting to choose. Lord Tubbington told me that the dares get more fun as you go on." And by 'fun' she meant dirty. Once again the dancer failed to mention that the dares will get dirtier as the game goes on, but hey, at least they'll have some fun. The other girls nodded hesitantly, because you'd have to have no heart to say 'no' to Brittany. "Okay! This is going to be so fun! The dare says 'Take off the pants of the person on your left with your teeth'. Brittany grinned before moving closer to Santana.

Thank god Santana tucked herself back into her compression shorts then put her boxers over top after her little escapade with Brittany. The blonde gently pushed the Latina to lie down and positioned herself between her girlfriend's spread legs with Quinn and Rachel enjoying the view behind her. "Be careful you don't pull down my boxers, Britt." Whispered Santana into Brittany's ear. She nodded then took the waistband of Santana's sweatpants into her mouth. The dancer slowly pulled them down and Santana released a quiet moan when her girl's nose brushed against the small bulge in her Mexican flag designed boxers. Brittany eventually got the Latina's sweatpants all the way down with help from Santana by lifting her hips. Brittany crawled herself up the cheerleaders body and kissed her thoroughly.

Rachel cleared her throat before starting. "Santana, if you don't mind me asking, why are you wearing boxers instead of panties?" Rachel questioned looking at Santana, then to Quinn for an explanation on why her friend was wearing boxers. Quinn just shrugged and gave her a small smile. At this point Brittany had moved off of her girlfriend and returned to her original spot while the other girl sat up but made no move to put her pants back on.

"Relax, Berry. I like to wear them to sleep. They're much more comfortable than those granny panties I'm sure you wear." Santana said through a smirk which only faded when Brittany elbowed her and hissed a 'Be nice!'.

Rachel only nodded and accepted the Latina's reasoning. "Alright, weirdo. It's your turn." She said, sliding the phone from the middle and to her friend.

Picking up the phone and choosing the Dare tab, Santana smirked evilly. "Oh you're going to love this, Berry. It says 'Make up your own dare and ask it to any of the players'. The girl faked being in deep thought before saying "I choose, Berry. Take off your pants; I wants to see if you actually do wear granny panties."

Quinn couldn't decide whether she wanted to hug and thank her Raven-haired friend or punch her. In these circumstances, she was leaning more toward 'punch'. Rachel huffed before standing up and taking a step back. She winked at Quinn, (who almost passed out from that, btw) and slide her barely-there shorts off of her legs.

Boy, was Santana wrong! All the girls' jaws dropped as they starred at the red, lacy thong that had just been brought into view. Quinn moaned a 'Holy shit, Rae' while Brittany giggled and said "Those are really nice, Rachel. Santana seems to like them. Where did you get them?"

"Whoa, Berry. Those are actually nice. Did you plan on getting some action tonight?" Rachel blushed and didn't notice Santana look at Quinn with a 'now's your chance' look. The diva bent down to pick up her sleep shorts with her back-end facing towards the group. Quinn squealed then whimpered as Rachel's perfectly round, tanned globes were put on display dangerously close to the blonde's face.

"There, Santana. Are you happy now?" Rachel said as she took back her original seat though a little closer to Quinn than before and not bothering to put back on her pants. "Can we just get on with the game?"

AN- Questions? Comments? Concerns? Next chapter may not be out for a while as I might be pretty busy and I'm posting these as I write.