Title: Bonding

Author: Stargirl888

Word Count: About 1800

Spoilers: None

Pairing: Brittany/Santana, Rachel/Santana, Brittany/Quinn Friendship, Unholy Trinity Friendship

Rating: M

WARNINGS: Mentions of Domestic Discipline and consensual corporal punishment.

Disclaimer: Not mine, never has been and unfortunately never will be :(

Summary: Quinn has a breakthrough and the Unholy Trinity bond over movies .

A/N: I honestly have nix to say here. (Ik, gasps of shock abound, lol). Thank you to all my reviewers who helped me reach, and surpass, my 200 review goal. I'm so sorry this took me so long to write and I haven't had a chance to really double check it but I wanted to get it up!

Enjoy.

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Quinn was battling to calm herself down, taken aback by all the sudden emotions running through her at once.

"I need to get up." She mumbled, on the verge of hyperventilating; feeling stifled and claustrophobic as she was not used to being so close to someone, both physically and emotionally in her moment of weakness. Realising what was happening Brittany immediately helped her up. Quinn instantly walked to the other side of the room, putting as much physical distance as the room would allow between them. Her back to the other blond.

"I just need a minute." Quinn said, without looking around.

"Okay," Brittany replied, looking away to give Quinn some semblance of privacy.

Quinn stayed where she was, looking out of the window and taking deep calming breaths, not believing she had just broken down like that, and that she felt better for it. It was like she never realised how much was bottled inside of her until it wasn't anymore.

Brittany gave Quinn some time to collect herself, listening as her breathing calmed, but when the head cheerio still hadn't moved after a few minutes she got up an cautiously walked over to her. Not sure if Quinn would push her away or not Brittany followed her instincts and wrapped her arms around Quinn's waist, hugging her from behind in a way she would often do with Santana.

Quinn stiffened in surprise, though she had sensed Brittany standing behind her, but after a second gave in to the hug, not wanting to fight the comfort the other blond offered, even if she was somewhat mortified by what had just happened.

"Are you okay?" Brittany enquired softly.

"Yes." Quinn answered, relaxing into Brittany for a moment. "Thank you." she expressed her gratitude for what had just happened, even though it had been a painful experience. Not one for prolonged gestures of affection, Quinn pulled away; though she did not relish the idea of having to look Brittany in the eye right then. Sighing, and knowing it was inevitable, she turned around.

"Shall we continue?" Quinn asked, trying not to show how much she dreaded the thought, though she knew honestly that her behaviour was deserving of more than what she had received thus far.

"Do you feel that's necessary?" Brittany asked, unsure of whether to proceed because normally she would end a punishment if Santana broke down as Quinn had, but in the same breath, Quinn had gotten off lightly for the offence. Quinn nodded seriously and Brittany couldn't even begin to verbalise how proud she was of her friend for admitting that.

"Alright," Brittany agreed, taking Quinns hand to give it a reassuring squeeze. "Shall we wait a little while?"

Brittany was concerned to continue with the punishment so soon but Quinn shook her head, wanting to get it over with. "No, now."

"Okay." Brittany agreed, letting go of Quinns hand and going over to the bed to arrange a couple of pillows in a pile in the centre.

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"I'm pretty sure I could lay here all day." Rachel commented lazily as she lay sprawled out on her bed in a post-orgasmic haze, with Santana lying on her stomach to Rachels left, equally worn out.

"Mhmm," Santana agreed, "so am I forgiven for scaring you?"

"I'm pretty sure I couldn't say no to you right now even if I wanted to." Rachel muttered. Just then Santana's cellphone began buzzing to indicate she had a text message. Rachel propped herself up on her elbows and watched as Santana read it before quickly typing back a reply and putting it back on the night stand. She rolled onto her back with a groan before realising her mistake and rolling back onto her stomach.

"Brittany really gave it to you." Rachel commented, eyeing Santana's ass, which still showed the after effects of her punishment. She hadn't really noticed properly before – being distracted by all the pleasurable things Santana was doing to her body. Santana rolled onto her side, self-concious and never having had anyone actually see the after effects of her punishments besides Britt herself.

"I have to get going soon." Santana explained apologetically, changing the subject "Britt promised Quinn we'd do a movie thing and she just texted to say they were waiting for me."

"Can I come?' Rachel asked hopefully.

"I don't think that's such a good idea." Santana grimaced when Rachel began to pout in disappointment, "We want to try get Quinn out of this funk she's been in since...you know, and having you there probably won't be very conducive to that goal."

"Fine." Rachel reluctantly agreed, disappointed at not getting to spend the rest of the day with Santana but considering it wasn't even her week she knew she had been lucky that they had even had this alone time. "I have some cream to put on if you'd like before you go?"

The cream sounded like a good idea but Santana wasn't sure how comfortable she was with the idea of Rachel applying it; already self-concious with Rachel even looking at the proof of what had happened earlier today...it just felt weird because it was something only Brittany had ever been privy to in the past.

"Hold on." Rachel said, sensing Santana's discomfort and getting up off the bed. She quickly retrieved the tube from her dresser before coming back to the bed and laying back on some pillows. Putting down the tube next to her she beckoned Santana over to her. When Santana was straddling her with a curious expression Rachel leant up slightly for a kiss, pulling Santana down with her. Santana quickly forgot about the cream as they got into it until she felt something cold and liquid on the top of her ass. Using one hand to keep Santana from sitting up in surprise, and continuing to make out with her, Rachels other began to spread out the cream, carefully rubbing it over the abused flesh.

It was slightly awkward for Rachel to not be able to see what she was doing or when she would encounter a particularly tender spot, but once she was sure Santana wasn't going to pull away she changed to using both hands for the job while Santana shimmied higher up to be in easier reach. Santana was even disappointed when Rachel announced she was finished.

Reluctantly climbing off the bed Santana began to redress

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Rachel gave Santana a lift back to her house and Santana entered to find both blonds in the kitchen, Quinn pouring them some juice while Brittany microwaved up some pop corn. It was such a familiar routine for all three of them that for a moment Santana forgot all the drama that had gone on between them.

Quinn glanced up at her friends entrance, immediately blushing red at the thought o everything that had happened over the last few hours and how Santana must know about it. She did however also feel a new type of kinship with Santana after getting into trouble with her and then both enduring similar punishments from the same person.

Santana noticed the blush and momentary awkwardness and had the cause been anything other to what it was she probably would have teased Quinn about it, but knowing what the other girl was feeling and also how Brittany would react held her tongue. Instead, after greeting them, she began organising the melting of the chocolate.

Brittany could feel Santana watching her as she finished putting the popcorn into a bowl. She turned to send her girlfriend a questioning look but Santana just shook her head with a small frown. There was clearly something bothering her, but she didn't want to discuss it right then.

Once their snacks and drinks were done they all headed through to the lounge and Santana popped in The Hangover, deciding they all needed some comedy right then. Quinn hesitated when she suddenly realised that sitting through movies for a good few hours after that morning was probably not the best idea in the world. Still, gritting her teeth she sat down on the one end of the couch while Brittany took the other.

Brittany could tell the position Quinn was sitting in couldn't have been comfortable but she knew that saying something would only embarrass Quinn further so instead held her tongue while Santana sat down next to her, shifting so she was sitting on her side, with her legs curled up on the cushion. The attention turned to the movie that began to play though Brittany did notice Quinn trying to not so subtly imitate Santana a few minutes later.

When the movie was over Brittany got up to go to the bathroom. Quinn noticed Santana's pensive expression as she watched the other blond exit, but her friend shrugged it off when she realised Quinn was watching.

"How's your wrist?" Santana asked, by way of starting conversation.

"It'll heal." Quinn shrugged. They exchanged a look, commiserating and apologising for how the previous night had turned out without verbalising it.

"You finish sending off all your college applications yet?" Quinn nodded. "Where did you apply to?"

"Everywhere. I figured I'd wait to see where I was accepted to and then make decisions."

"So, ready for part two?" Brittany interrupted as she re-entered the room, going to put in the second DVD.

After the second movie they were all becoming rather peckish; the popcorn having run out long ago, so they decided to order a pizza for a late lunch/ early dinner and for the next couple of hours sat around eating, chatting and just enjoying each other's company like they always used to.

All three of them were rather worn out from the events of the day and the previous night, so they decided to make a go for one more movie before calling it a day. It was about half way through the movie when Santana realised her two companions were already practically sleeping. Turning off the movie and yawning, she tried to get up without jostling Brittany, who was cuddled against her side. Brittany shifted and blinked tiredly as she woke up, exchanging a soft smile with Santana who crossed the room to close the curtains; the sun having gone down while the movie played. Brittany rose to join Santana, giving her a soft kiss.

"Everything alright?" Brittany asked quietly; remembering Santana's off behaviour earlier. Santana shrugged, glancing at Quinn who was still asleep on the one couch.

"It's fine." Brittany gave her a sceptical look. "Just me being silly; I'll tell you another time."

Brittany accepted that, though she wasn't sure if Santana wanted to wait for them to be alone, or if she wanted more time to work through whatever was on her mind first. Either way she didn't push.

"I'm tired." Brittany commented and Santana nodded in agreement as Quinn began to stir.

"How long was I asleep?" she asked groggily.

"Not long." Santana assured her. "We're going to head to bed soon anyway; do you want to just stay over."

Quinn agreed and they all made their way upstairs.

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AN: Yeah, I don't feel like writing much here today. You've all been awesome about reviewing, so please keep it up and let me know your thoughts on this chapter!