I'm back! I'm sorry it's been such a long time since I updated this story. For those of you who started reading it, I know there are Brittana and Quinntana fans who wanted to know what the pairing outcome would be. Well, there is a plan but I don't want to spoil it so I have just tagged Santana, Brittany and Quinn as the main characters. Hopefully this chapter doesn't lose me too many fans… this was always going to happen in my plan and I'll warn you now that the chapter is mostly smut – apologies!
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Brittany eyed Santana closely as she pressed the button to accept the call and placed it to her ear.
"What do you want Quinn?"
A low chuckle came through the receiver in response. "Is that any way to greet somebody Santana?" Quinn replied.
The Latina rolled her eyes. "Somebody, no. You? Pretty much."
"I probably deserved that," The Head Cheerio paused and then continued. "You going to let me in then? It's cold out here."
Santana looked over at Brittany in turmoil. "Sorry, what?" She wasn't sure she'd heard the blonde correctly. Surely, she wasn't stood outside her house.
"I said, it's freezing out here. Let me in." Quinn repeated with a bit more bite.
Santana fumbled with her phone and cut the call off. She dropped it onto the bed and brought her hands into her hair in distress.
"What is it honey?" Brittany asked gently, still sat on Santana's bed in just her underwear.
"She's… she's outside," The brunette stuttered. "She wants to come up."
Brittany frowned and looked as if she was thinking.
"What do I do?" Santana asked the blonde, the whole situation throwing her completely. She couldn't even seem to handle one attractive blonde, let alone two.
"Let her up," Brittany eventually spoke. "We'll deal with her together." She gave her an encouraging smile and nodded to the door.
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"Finally," Quinn snarked as the brunette opened the front door for her. She shouldered Santana aside and wandered into the entrance hall as if it were her own house. "Nice sweats." She turned to face the shorter girl, eyeing her up and down and flashing a small smirk.
"Well, I wasn't exactly planning on having visitors…" The Latina started.
Quinn let out a chuckle. "Oh, really? Because I just have a feeling that perhaps you already have a visitor. Upstairs." She met Santana's gaze, not willing to back down.
When Santana couldn't respond, the blonde pushed past her and made her way up the staircase and straight into Santana's room. The first thing she caught sight of was Brittany, sitting on the brunette's bed, dressed in Santana's silk robe.
"Oh wow," Quinn laughed. "I knew it.
Santana followed behind the head cheerleader and closed the door firmly behind them, not wanting to disturb her parents.
"You've got no right to be here Quinn," Brittany began, standing up and crossing her arms defiantly. "Santana doesn't want you here. What you did to her was cruel and unforgivable!"
The shorted blonde grinned and turned to the quiet Latina. "If she didn't want me here, she wouldn't have let me in. Hey, Santana?"
"I asked her to let you in so I could give you a piece of my mind!" Brittany came towards Quinn angrily. Santana widened her eyes - she'd never seen this side of Brittany before.
"Brittany, no." She started. She stepped in front of the taller blonde and gently put a hand to her chest. "Please don't get dragged into this. I don't want you to do something you'll regret later."
Quinn smirked. "Even now she's sticking up for me." She gloated and ran her eyes up and down Brittany's half-naked form. "I bet you came over here to throw yourself at her, didn't you? Picked out your best bra and panties for her too, probably. And even then, she didn't want you."
She had to admit, this was not what Quinn had planned to do when she arrived at Santana's house. In fact, she hadn't really had a plan at all. Once again, she had let her emotions get in the way of all that. She just knew that she needed to stay in control; she needed to keep the power tipped her way.
Brittany had heard enough. She swept Santana out of the way, placed her hands to Quinn's chest and pushed her hard. The shorter blonde stumbled and landed with a thud against the bedroom door.
She gasped in shock but grinned when she had recovered. "You remembered, Brittany. I like it rough. Trying to get me ready for Santana, are you?"
The taller blonde towered over her and they stood with their chests touching. She was breathing heavily with anger.
"You're despicable Quinn Fabray."
Quinn let out a mocking laugh. "Wow, where'd you learn that word? That's quite a vocabulary for someone so stupid."
"Stop it!" The two blondes paused to turn to the brunette who had finally broken her silence. "Just stop, please!" She begged.
Brittany stepped away from Quinn and turned to face Santana. At the most inconvenient of times, Santana couldn't help noticing the way her robe looked on Brittany. The way it was too short for her meant her legs looked exceptional.
Unfortunately for Santana, Quinn never missed a trick. She was extremely observant, and she felt a rush of jealousy pass through her as she noticed the brunette checking out Brittany even at a time like this. Needing to keep the control, she did something that she had most definitely not planned for this evening.
"Even at a time like this, Lopez is thinking with her dick," Quinn smirked, watching Santana's cheeks blush.
"No I'm not-" The brunette began.
"Don't deny it Santana. Even now, you want her. I know you want her. You have done for ages, so why don't you just… do it?" She husked the final two words.
It was Brittany's turn to speak up. "Santana, don't listen to her… she's just playing mind games."
"Oh, shut it, will you?" Quinn snapped, turning to the taller blonde. "I know you want her just as badly. Don't pretend you're any better than me."
Quinn took a few soft steps towards Santana and leaned into her ear. "Let me help you."
Santana was so perplexed. What on Earth was going through Quinn's head? What game was she playing now?
"I…" Santana muttered.
Quinn looked over her shoulder at Brittany who stood there just as puzzled as Santana. This was insane. Quinn was insane. Brittany had no words left for what was unfolding in front of her.
"Kiss her Santana," Quinn husked. "I know you want to." She gave the brunette a little nudge in the direction of Brittany. "Go on, she's waiting for you."
Santana looked up at Brittany to try and read her face. She certainly looked baffled, but the brunette thought she also saw a hint of arousal in the blonde's face.
She took a few steps closer and took hold of Brittany's hand gently. "Do you want me to kiss you?" she whispered, suddenly really nervous.
Brittany glanced at Quinn, still trying to figure out what her motive was, but nodded slowly.
Santana gently cupped the taller blonde's face and leant up, pressing her lips against hers. Brittany hesitated before placing her hands on Santana's waist, kissing her back eagerly. She let out a little whimper as she felt the brunette's tongue slip against her mouth for entrance.
"Yes, that's good," Quinn husked, watching the two cheerleaders with increasing arousal. This was not supposed to happen. "Now take off the robe, let's see what's underneath."
Santana continued to kiss Brittany tenderly, one hand placed on her neck and the other trailing down to tug apart her robe. She untied it and pushed it gently from her shoulders as it landed in a heap, pooled on the carpet.
"Wow," Quinn grinned to herself. "She really did choose her best panties for you, didn't she S?"
Santana let out a small groan as her hands slid down Brittany's bare hips. Quinn padded across the bedroom and settled herself down on the edge of a comfortable-looking chair in the corner of the room.
"Now, let's see what's under that bra… shall we?" Quinn teased, biting her lip.
Santana didn't hesitate and moved one hand behind Brittany to skilfully unclip it, letting the sky-blue piece of lace fall to the floor. The brunette groaned inwardly at the sight before her – Brittany's breasts were fantastic. They were perfect handfuls, and her two rosy nipples were pointed into peaks.
"Fuck," Santana whispered as she stroked across them with her thumbs.
Brittany tipped her head back in pleasure, letting out a soft moan as Santana played with her nipples. She had almost forgotten that Quinn was still here – almost.
"That's it," Quinn smirked. "I bet she wants your mouth on her now. Is that right Brittany?" she tested.
Brittany couldn't help it anymore. She gave in and nodded her head frantically, biting her lip in pleasure.
Santana took the hint and bowed her head down to capture one of those perky nipples in her mouth. The noises that Brittany made spurred her on and she continued to fondle the other with her fingertips, while flicking her tongue and sucking on the other.
Brittany felt her legs weaken with all the sensations running through her body. Quinn noticed the slight wobble in her stance and spoke up on behalf of her.
"Let her lay down now S," Quinn spoke gently. "It looks like she can't handle it anymore." She added, smirking.
Brittany chose to ignore the comment and instead let Santana lead her backwards to the bed, guiding her so she landed softly. Santana clambered above her, straddling her waist, and gazing down at those bright blue eyes swimming with arousal. She gave the blonde's nipples a few more kisses and then almost found herself looking over to Quinn for guidance. This was ridiculous – she'd done this before. She knew what she was doing. There was just part of her that felt like if she did something the Head Cheerio hadn't told her to do, then there would be trouble.
Quinn noticed the power shift in the room and smiled smugly to herself. This wasn't what she'd planned but she definitely had the upper hand here and that she could work with.
"Mmm, I bet she's really wet for you now. Why don't you find out?" she suggested.
Santana let her hand stroke down Brittany's abdomen and paused at the top of her panties, looking up to the blonde for permission.
Brittany whimpered in anticipation, "Please."
The brunette gently cupped the lace fabric and groaned at how saturated the material was.
"How wet is she S?" The head cheerleader husked.
"Soaked," replied Santana, her arousal now shooting through the roof.
"Good, that's good. Keep going." Quinn encouraged.
Santana placed a finger at the edge of the blonde's panties and slipped it under the fabric, her long finger slipping and sliding across the obscene amount of wetness.
"God," Santana swallowed, taking a moment to gather herself.
"P-please, Santana." Brittany whimpered desperately, writhing on the bed in pleasure.
Quinn grinned, watching from where she sat. She felt herself beginning to feel rather turned on herself… No – no, she couldn't let her guard down. Not now.
"She's begging for you already," The blonde goaded. "Let's tease her a bit more, hey? Build her up nice and slow."
"No…" Brittany started protesting but soon stopped as she felt her panties being tugged down her thighs and tossed aside once they'd reached her feet.
Santana's gaze kept flicking from Quinn to Brittany. She didn't know where to look. She'd completely lost all sense of control, but she had got to this point and Brittany was laid beneath her, practically pleading for it. She had to go through with it now.
The brunette knelt between Brittany's spread legs and gently slid two fingers across her clit. She watched as the tall blonde threw her head back in pleasure. She continued to slide them up and down and around in little circles, building the blonde beauty up and up, before removing her fingers.
"There's a good girl S," Quinn grinned. "Leave her wanting more."
Santana looked to her side and caught the head cheerleader's gaze. If she didn't know any better, she'd think that Quinn was just as turned on as the other two girls. Santana kept Quinn's gaze and slowly licked her lips absentmindedly.
Quinn took an intake of breath as she watched Santana's tongue glide along her bottom lip teasingly. God, that tongue.
Quinn cleared her throat, "Maybe she wants your mouth now. How does that sound Brittany?"
At this point, Brittany was thrashing her hips on the bed in frustration. Santana's fingers had felt so good. She couldn't even begin to imagine what her tongue would be like.
"Fuck… please, God please…" Brittany whimpered, looking up at Santana with dilated pupils.
"I'd watch that filthy mouth of yours if I were you. Don't forget who's running this show." Quinn snarked.
Brittany bit down on her lip and gently ran her fingers into Santana's dark locks. She put gentle pressure on the top of her head, attempting to guide the brunette down her body further. Sighing in relief, the blonde watched eagerly as Santana moved down between her legs, spreading her thighs apart.
Santana was overcome with want and desire and inhaled the sweet scent of Brittany. She glanced over at Quinn, almost waiting for a signal of some sort. What was she doing? Why was she letting the Head Cheerio control her like this? She bit down on her bottom lip and placed gentle kisses on Brittany's inner thighs.
"Can you smell how wet she is for you S? Are you ready to show her what you can do?" Quinn spoke.
Santana caught the hazel-eyed blonde's gaze and nodded. As she did this, she noticed Quinn slowly moving her own hand downwards. No, she wasn't going to… was she? The brunette raised her eyebrows and let out a small gasp as she realised what the blonde was doing.
"Do it," Quinn husked. "Do it now."
Santana groaned at the sight of her touching herself under her skirt. Brittany hadn't seemed to notice so without any haste, she gripped the taller blonde's thighs apart, laid down on her front and swiped her tongue through the wetness in front of her.
Brittany threw her head back against the pillows and let out an animalistic sound that made Santana shudder. This only spurred her on further. She dug her nails into the girl's muscular thighs and started to work her magic. Little licks to start with. Long, deep swipes next. Then delicious, tight circles around the blonde's aching clit. Santana knew how to build a girl up, she'd done this before and considered herself an expert now. She gazed up and watched in awe as Brittany writhed around in pleasure, grabbing at her own breasts and plucking at stiff peaks.
"Oh, oh wow… yes, right there." Brittany gasped for breath and looked down to watch Santana work her.
Santana caught her gaze and continued to build her up, sucking and slurping at Brittany's core. She glanced to her side and let out a groan as she spied Quinn with her fingers pushed into her own panties, watching the two girls intently.
"Fuck her," Quinn groaned. "Finish her off." The head cheerleader demanded.
Santana knew that Brittany must be close from the way her body arched into her own. She pressed two fingers at the blonde's entrance and without any problem, slipped them inside of her. Brittany's body arched up higher and she let out a delightful moan as Santana began to pump them in and out, in and out, all the time getting deeper and deeper. She felt the brunette's hand mashing against her throbbing clit and she knew it would not be long.
"Harder," Santana heard Quinn moan. "Take her S."
Santana moaned as she knew that the Head Cheerio must be close too. She gazed up at Brittany now and gave it her all. Hard, deep thrusts. Tapping deliciously against the blonde's clit.
"Come for me," Santana husked, making sure both girls could hear it.
As if her words were a spell, both blondes began to writhe and call out expletives as their orgasms shook through them violently. Brittany's head fell back onto the pillows, her legs felt like jelly and she panted, trying to regain her breath. Quinn was in a similar state, her head tipped backwards on the chair she sat in, her legs now closed, deep breaths coming out of her parted lips. Santana, on the other hand, had no idea what had just taken place in the vicinity of her bedroom.