Rachel blinked a few times at the loss of contact from Brittany and Santana. Her eyes darted back and forth between the blonde and the Latina who were both looking at her, eyebrows furrowed.
"You stopped breathing," Brittany said. "What's wrong?"
"N-nothing," Rachel stammered. The stammer was a mistake and she internally cursed herself for it.
"Give it up, Berry, you might as well tell us."
Rachel sighed. "I just...the first time with Jacob wasn't...I didn't want to. At all. And sometimes it's hard to forget about it."
"That's it," Santana growled. "He's dead. So dead." Brittany reached over and put a gentle hand on Santana's arm, shaking her head and tossing her head in Rachel's direction.
Rachel glanced up at Brittany, wide eyed and chewing on her bottom lip. The blonde reached forward and brushed Rachel's hair out of her face.
"I want to make it better," Brittany whispered. She leaned in again and kissed Rachel's tear-stained cheek. "Can I make it better?" A kiss on the temple. "I'm sorry." Another kiss on the cheek. "I'm so sorry he hurt you." A trail of kisses down the neck. "I'm gonna make it better," the blonde murmured against Rachel's collarbone. "I'll make you all better."
Rachel threaded her fingers through Brittany's hair as the blonde nipped at her neck. A soft gasp was her only answer to Brittany's words. Suddenly, Santana was again there on her other side, a hand running slowly up Rachel's thigh, her lips on Rachel's, tongue slipping across her lips. Rachel sighed into Santana's mouth, and the Latina deepened the kiss, her hand squeezing warm flesh.
Brittany reached around her back and unhooked Rachel's bra, discarding it and gently cupped one breast, running her thumb over Rachel's nipple, it hardened at the touch.
Rachel tugged at the hem of Brittany's uniform top, and the blonde leaned back and removed it and her sports bra in one fluid motion.
Santana took the hint and started pulling her top off as well, her clothing joining the rest on the floor in only a moment.
Brittany's tongue made a trail down Rachel's chest to her breast. Rachel gasped when Brittany took her nipple into her mouth and flicked her tongue over the hard bud.
Santana slid her hand between Rachel's legs once more and she pressed against her, Rachel moving her hips silently, encouraging the brunette Cheerio to continue. She massaged Rachel's mound, outside of her panties, kissing her deeply, with one hand cradling her neck.
Brittany moved over Rachel, mouth still working on Rachel's breasts, first one, then the other, and came down to straddle the former diva's thigh.
Rachel reached up, one hand going to Santana's waist, the other sliding between her own thigh and Brittany, fingertips teasing the blonde's sex. As Santana pulled back for air, she leaned forward, capturing the Latina's nipple in her mouth.
Santana moaned, her eyes fluttering closed, and held Rachel's head to her, fingers tangling in her hair. A moment later, Rachel moved to the other breast, and Brittany was lifting up from Rachel's touch.
She stood, shoving her skirt, spankies and panties down, kicking them away and returning to her place on the brunette's lap. Rachel looked up briefly, mouth still working, and smiled around Santana's nipple, fingers sliding into Brittany's folds, through her wetness.
Brittany moaned softly, and leaned forward, attaching herself to Rachel's neck, eyes closing. "Mmm, Rachel," Brittany sighed, earning her a kiss from the brunette, having torn herself away from Santana to tug at the other Cheerio's skirt.
Santana smirked, and tugged at Brittany's shoulder. "We should all match, don't you think?" she whispered to the blonde.
Brittany nodded, smiling brightly, and lifted herself off Rachel's leg, kissing her lips in the process. "Don't you think so, Rachel?"
"What? Oh, most definitely." Rachel smiled, and nodded appreciatively at both girls' bodies, as she lifted herself and shoved her jeans and panties down, kicking them away. "Matching is good."
Santana winced internally at how painfully thin Rachel had become. She smiled sexily at her, and kicked her own clothing off her foot, then lowered herself between Rachel's thighs.
Rachel gasped, a sound which was swallowed by Brittany, whose hands were stroking gently over her flesh, scars and all. She explored Rachel slowly, kissing each hurt she found. Rachel slipped a hand around Brittany's waist, pulling her to her, guiding her down. Her fingers unerringly found their mark once more, and she felt both Cheerio's mouths working on various parts of her.
Brittany moaned into Rachel's flesh, and she felt Santana's hand on her back, stroking the heated flesh, down to her ass and across both cheeks. She flicked her tongue across Rachel's nipple, and rolled her hips into Rachel's ministrations.
Santana closed her eyes, tongue inside Rachel, fingers dueling with the other brunette's at Brittany's core. She lapped at Rachel's clit, sucking it into her mouth, and snaked her hand around Brittany, fingertips moving over the hard bud she found there, Rachel's fingers slipping inside easily.
Brittany's head fell back, her eyes closed and mouth open, ecstasy apparent on her face. A moan found its way out, and she heard herself being matched by Rachel's own voice. She reached back, fingertips running across Santana's smooth skin, and slipped inside her with two fingers, curling them just so, the Latina's own hand joining hers, rubbing circles around her clit.
Before long, the three girls were calling out in chorus, each coming undone within moments of the other two. They collapsed in a heap on one end of the couch, breathless, and each Cheerio curled up on one side of Rachel. "Are you okay, Rach?" Brittany asked softly, her breath tickling the diva's ear.
"Y'know, I think I will be," Rachel said, letting herself sink into the other girls. She wrapped an arm around Santana, and whispered into her ear. "Thank you."
The Latina looked up at her. "I give a shit," she said quietly. "We're not gonna let you go out like this, Berry." her words slurred, sleep and satisfaction thick in her voice. She leaned across, kissing her girlfriend, then kissed Rachel. "Guess we don't need pj's after all," she managed before falling asleep.
Many hours later, when the Cheerios had rolled off of her, Rachel got up quietly, dressed, and slipped upstairs and out the front door. She dug through her bag and pulled out her cell phone. She pressed a few buttons and it rang three times before she got an answer.
"Jacob, I'm coming to see you."
"I found a connection to get something stronger if you're want."
"You know I don't shoot up anymore, JewFro. Just get me the coke."