Rachel smiled up at the haze above her as she leaned her head back against the couch in Santana's basement. Brittany nudged her to take the last drag off of their final joint and the brunette inhaled deep, making sure to get every last bit she could before handing the end back to Brittany to dispose of. She settled herself deeper into the couch and let the THC work its magic. Her thoughts drifted everywhere and nowhere at the same time but she was broken from them when soft, warm lips pressed at her collarbone. She opened her eyes and lifted her head to see Brittany with her nose buried into her neck. The blonde smiled and kissed a line up Rachel's neck to her jaw.
"B? This is kinda... new." Rachel let her hand trail down the cheerleader's side, however, not really minding.
"I just…really want to touch you, Rachel. I want to make you feel good. You're always so unhappy." Brittany kissed Rachel's lips softly, kneading them with her own, and cupped the brunette's chin with gentle fingers.
Rachel glanced over at Santana while Brittany kissed down the other side of her neck. She was absolutely certain she was going to be met with a death glare and possibly a punch to the face. Instead she was met with a smirk and a gentle kiss from the Latina.
"Relax, Berry," Santana whispered. "Enjoy the ride."
Rachel did as she was told, relaxing back on the couch's corner cushion and allowing her hands to wander over the two Cheerios. Brittany smiled, and leaned over Rachel, kissing Santana deeply, their eyes meeting, then began to tug at the hem of Rachel's shirt. Rachel let Brittany pull her shirt over her head and toss it away. Her hands resumed their positions, one on each Cheerio. Santana kissed down her chest, Brittany eagerly captured her lips again. Rachel let out a soft moan when Santana's teeth dragged along her skin.
Brittany kissed her way back down Rachel's neck to her shoulder, then trailed further down her arm, aiming for the spot where her flesh met Rachel's, but didn't make it that far. She furrowed her brow, concerned, and traced the marks and scars with her fingertips, asking, "Rachel? What's wrong with your arm?"
"Huh?" Rachel looked down at her arm then back up at Brittany, eyes wide and panicked.
"What?" Santana asked, looking up from Rachel's chest. "Let me see."
Rachel tried to pull her arm away from Brittany's grip but to no avail. Santana stared down at the marred flesh and her jaw dropped.
"The fuck, Berry! Are you fucking kidding me?"
Rachel scrambled back against the couch, trying in vain to cover her chest and arms at once. "I..." she started and stopped immediately.
Santana visibly swallowed hard and glanced over at Brittany who looked like she was ready to burst into tears at any moment.
"Berry..." Santana finally managed to gasp.
Rachel just stared into space, not really sure what was happening. She was beginning to dissociate, she knew, and desperately wished she had some coke left to take away the fuzziness from the pot. "What, Santana?" she asked tiredly, all the fight gone before it had manifested.
"You want to let the rest of the class in on why exactly you have fucking track marks up and down your arms?"
"I...I think you already know the answer," Rachel said solemnly, her gaze dropping to the floor.