A/N: Now with Brittany!
The entity was back.
It had started the second Mr. Schuester had swept into the room, grinning excitedly about their upcoming recital. Rachel had sat up straight, squaring her shoulders and opening her mouth, ready to start taking charge of the discussion. As soon as the first words came out, something stroked her arm.
Not wanting to immediately assume that it was at the very least a cousin to what had played with her three days ago, she'd tried to shrug it off and continue with her intricately planned proposal. Only, things quickly got more involved.
"Mr. Schuester," she began smartly, ignoring the groans coming from the rest of the class, "I know we've often gone with the tried and true program of solo, duet, and ensemble, but I believe that for the last recital of this… Let's say eventful, year, we should – " The stroking circled around her arm and shoulder, dipping down to run teasing fingers along her ribs. Swallowing an uncomfortable laugh, she cleared her throat and tried again, "Uhm, I'm sorry, where was I?"
"Somewhere far enough along that I wanted to punch you," Quinn offered before turning to Mr. Schuester, "Mr. Schuester, I vote that we don't even have a recital."
"Yeah, it's lame," Puck chimed in.
"And we have finals," Mike piped up, "If I don't do well, I'm going to have to go to Asian cram school for the summer. And if that happens, my mom would never forgive me." Mirroring his frown, Tina reached out and comfortingly lay her hand on his arm, "It's okay. I wouldn't think less of you."
He gave her a small smile. "Thank you. …But you're not my mom."
"No, that wouldn't be creepy," Santana spoke up, rolling her eyes.
Almost as if it was interested in hearing what everyone had to say, the entity had paused, now hovering just above her hipbone. Taking advantage of the calm to settle herself as much as she could, Rachel licked her lips and spoke up again, "No, guys, if you hear me out, I think you'll be pleasantly surprised."
"Yeah, you shutting up would be surprising," Quinn interrupted again, but Rachel's responding glare was broken when something wet and extremely cold was pressed directly above the waistband of her underwear. Gasping, she jolted, barely biting back a whimper when it slipped underneath.
"Rachel?" Brittany leaned over, "Are you okay?"
Rachel swallowed. "I, yes. It just got a little cold in here."
"You want my hat?"
Glancing up at the lumberjack hat the blonde was sporting, Rachel managed a smile, "No thank you, Brittany, but that was kind of you to offer." What she had quickly deduced was most like an ice cube slid even lower.
"Okay." Brittany smiled, then scooted her chair closer to Rachel; as if in answer, the entity paused again. Deciding to take a chance, Rachel quickly scooted her chair closer to the blonde. She didn't care what it looked like. If being close to Brittany allowed her the ability to thwart the teasing, then she'd even sit on her lap if she had to.
But apparently the entity didn't like that, or something set it off. The ice snapping away, a hand suddenly pressed into her belly, sharp fingernails starting to scratch their way down. Oh god. Was the entity going to go even farther than before? The pressure solidifying into just one finger again, Rachel got her answer.
For the first time, she felt the sensation of someone other than herself touching her under her underwear. Santana had stroked her off three times, and though that had been amazing, it still had been over her underwear. This was new. Painfully, achingly, and arousingly new. Slowly and slightly clumsily, the entity pushed down directly on her mons, stimulating the nerve endings. Her eyes almost rolled up in the back of her head.
"Guys, guys, we're doing a recital, and that's it. I'll be sure to give you enough time to study and prepare for your finals, but you can think of this recital as your glee final. I'll be happy to hear your input for ideas, but first, let's hear what Rachel has to say."
Rachel could barely concentrate on anything other than the finger pressing up and down. Firm and teasing, suddenly disappearing to be followed a moment later with the dripping, freezing ice, she didn't know what to expect at any moment. Rachel whimpered. Her hands knuckled on the chair, and when Mr. Schuester turned his attention back to her, Rachel could only stare at him. If she could move, she needed to get out of there.
"…Rachel?" Mr. Schuester furrowed his brow. He lowered the dry erase pen he held in his hand and gave her a curious look. "You said you had some ideas for our recital?"
Rachel's eyes fluttered, barely holding back a squeak when the finger came back with a partner. "Uhm, yes, Mr. Schue," her voice wavered, "I do. In fact I even – " She swallowed, hoping the sheen of sweat she felt on her face wasn't noticeable, "Uhm, wro-wrote it down." She scrambled for her backpack and almost tossed her notebook at Mr. Schuester when he walked forward to take it from her, "Page 35, red tab."
"Are you sure you're only a little cold?" Brittany interrupted, swiveling her body to more face Rachel, her knee brushing against Rachel's; Rachel gasped, not for the first time aware of just how sexy Brittany really was. Normally, she was able to ignore it, as she could with Santana, but not when something was doing foreplay on her in the middle of glee. Brittany moved in closer, brow furrowing with concern, "Your cheeks are getting red."
The fingers stopped, then started up a soft, insistent massage right above somewhere Rachel really needed to pay attention to. She was wet, she was turned on, and her mind had strayed so far from being scared of what was happening to her to trying to figure out some way to fulfill whatever it was it wanted from her, which, honestly, seemed to be turning her on until she couldn't stand it.
There was no way Rachel could hope to pay attention to glee or the recital if the entity didn't stop. And, mind scrabbling back to the last time it had appeared, maybe it went away when someone got her or was about to get her… She blushed; off? Even if that sounded absurd or like wishful thinking, it wouldn't hurt to try, right?
Rachel licked her lips. Her gaze dropped from Brittany's eyes to her lips to her hands curled loosely on her knees.
…Brittany was single now, wasn't she? And it wasn't like Rachel wasn't aware that Brittany was attracted to her, because she knew for a fact that the taller girl was. But perhaps, more importantly, it wouldn't look odd to disappear somewhere off with her, as she was already showing concern for her. It certainly would be easier than turning around and trying to think of some reason why Santana should go with her.
Mr. Schuester was flipping through her notebook, the rest of the glee kids were commiserating with each other, the entity was still massaging her, keeping her on edge, and Brittany smiled at her. It was the smile that did it.
Rachel jumped up, managing to stop herself from stumbling due to the weakness in her knees. "You know," she babbled, "I am feeling cold. Come with me to my locker to grab my jacket? Great. Thanks. Mr. Schuester, we'll be back!" Grabbing Brittany's hand, Rachel tugged her out of her chair, ignored Mr. Schuester's protest, tried not to look at Santana, and ushered Brittany out of the choir room.
"Uhm… Rachel…?" Brittany looked at her curiously, happily lacing their hands together, "You're already wearing your jacket."
Rachel blanched but continued towards the nearest bathroom. "I don't care," she panted, groaning at the trembling starting up through her body; Brittany had to catch her before she fell to the ground as just as suddenly the entity had appeared, it just as suddenly disappeared. "Oh wow," Brittany murmured, sweeping her up into her arms before she could protest, "You are so turned on. Bathroom?"
Rachel nodded. "I… I hope you don't mind."
"Of course not!" Smiling broadly, Brittany pushed the door open with her shoulder, then headed towards the nearest empty stall, "Santana said I could share."
Santana said she could share? Before she could ask about that statement, Brittany had set her down, dropped onto the closed toilet seat, pulled her forward to stand above her, and pushed Rachel's skirt up. "Over underwear, right?" she asked, then leaned forward, turning Rachel's answer into a long, drawn out moan.
Oh god. Rachel threw back her head, bucking into Brittany's mouth, the blonde's breath hot and moist through the fabric of her boy shorts. Though that act flirted with the edge of the rules Rachel had set for herself and her sexual escapades, she wasn't going to stop Brittany. Especially when she'd let Santana do it. Then, it had blown her mind, and now, from what she could feel, Brittany was on her way to doing just that as well.
If… If Brittany was this good, and Santana was as good as she was, then what would the both of them together be like? In the back of her mind, Rachel had to wonder if that was what the entity wanted. And if it was… Was it bad that Rachel had just realized she wanted that too?