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Surprises at a sleepover	By : cashewQueen Category: G through L > Glee Views: 22344 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: I dont own Glee or the characters. I have no rights to use them for monetary means only for my own fantasies and others challenges

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Part 3: Opps
Humming to Jessie J, swinging her hips to the beat in her short skirt Santana was having a spectacular fucking day. After an awkward morning two days ago with Judy, her days have been getting better and better. She is almost top of the pyramid, Brittany has been getting friskier with her than ever, and the hobbit of glee has been keeping her trap shut for a change. She would have normally been paranoid if it weren’t for the constant sex high that she had been on for the past week. Smiling at the peons of the school trying to blend into their lockers as she passed, a giddy feeling kept spreading inside of her. Cruising up to her locker, she sends a wink to a passing cheerio, knowing that a jealous Brittany was never too far away when she flirted with others.
“Mmm” She moaned as a possessive kiss was laid out on her. Wrapping her arms around her Baby Santana pressed them together grinding their hips together. Santana pushed Brittany against the lockers, pushing her tongue past plush pink lips. Soft whimpering moans sharing between them.
A clearing of a throat sounded behind them but the two girls ignored the annoyance as much as possible.
“Ughem” Quinn projected to the two horn dogs that were her “best” friends.
“Damn Q, can’t you see I am trying to get my mack on?” Santana gritted out, reluctantly pulling away from her sex kitten.
“Yeah, whatever, look I need you to go to my house today do mom duty.”
“Why can’t you do it? She’s your mom after all.”
“Just do it Santana!”
“Fuck you barbie, I ain’t your maid.”
“Sanny,” Brittany whispered cupping the brunette discretely, “We can have fun, like we did during the sleepover.”
Sharply turning her head to Brittany, Santana’s brow rose in excited inquiry.
“All over her room” Brittany mouthed silently a mischievous smile on her lips.
“Will you do it or not S?
“Fine, but you owe me Q.”
“Yeah whatever, just check in and leave. Don’t go in my room and leave Brittany home, I know what you did to my pillow you pervert.”
“I have no idea what you’re talking about blondie.” Santana tried for innocence with her response but the smile that was spreading across her face was all too telling.
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Pulling up to the towering white abode of the Fabray residence Santana sat in her car with a frown. Grumbling to herself about the evils of Sue Sylvester, lost ducks and stupid Quinn, she gets out of the car and drags her feet up the walk. Fishing out the spare key under the welcome mat, she entered the quiet house with a sigh.
Santana entered the dimly lit house, the door closing behind her with a soft click. She started down stairs first checking the new liquor cabinet lock to make sure it hadn’t been tampered with. Keeping her eyes for the Fabray matron she searched every down stairs room. Finding nothing unusual she moved slowly upstairs. Each step accompanied with a grumble of frustration from her. Since this morning make out session and promise for more later, she has been walking with half a woody all day.
Pausing at the top of the stairs she adjusted her cock to a more comfortable position. Her eyes closing as she tried to get her hard on to deflate. Feeling a little better but kind of blue balled she opened her eyes and moves forward ready to check the rooms. Entering first the master bedroom she doesn’t see anyone so she goes through each guest room next. Stopping lastly at Quinn’s room Santana has determined that the house is completely empty. Sitting on the blonds bed Santana lays back with a huff.
She stared up at the ceiling, trying to think of what to do. With Brittany helping Mike with choreography for Glee, and Q, nowhere around to entertain her the brunette was at a loss for something to do. A tugging on her groin reminding her of the fact that she had drunk a few big gulps earlier, distracting her from more sinister, gutter thoughts.
Rising from the bed she quickly made her way to the bathroom down the hall. Pushing her skirt up and spank she sat down to pee. Sighing in relief when she was done, Santana pulled her spanks up. Washing her hands she left the bathroom, back to Quinn’s room to grab her phone. Seeing a flashing light on her phone alerting her to a missed text message she sat down on the end of the queen sized bed opening the text. Her heart pounded as her blood rushed down stairs.
“That’s not fair B.” Santana groaned under her breathe as she took in the naked pic the blond sent her. Pulling her skirt back up and taking out her lil monster she got her phone ready to send a reply with a dick pic. The brunette’s head snapped up as a startled gasp reached her ears. There a wide eyed Judy Fabray stood in the open door way.
“Shit,” Santana yelped tossing her phone and covering herself immediately, “M-mrs. F, I um, I can explain.” Santana rose up from the bed sloppily putting herself under her spanks again.
“Explain nothing to me Satan…I mean Santana. I d-don’t want to know…just get out..” Judy stammered out averting her eyes.
Santana left the house, aroused, embarrassed and confused as to why she was backing down and running.
Judy stood thinking about what she saw. Her suspicions having finally been confirmed, she turned around to go down stairs and break the lock on the liquor cabinet. She felt that a drink was well deserved.
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Two days later
Santana and Brittany were over at Quinn’s house again. This time they were working through the choreography that was going to be used during regionals for glee. They had been working for a few hours, all three of the girls were a sweaty mess. Finally, Quinn called it quits for the night. Collapsing onto the grass tiredly Santana and Quinn traded barbs while Brittany wiggled and giggled lost in her own little world.
Judy watched from the kitchen window hidden in the shadows, a tray of snacks she promised the girls sitting finished before her. She should have brought it out a while ago but when she noticed what the girls were doing her eyes locked in on the tan girl. Riveted on the pleats of her skirt, looking for signs of the “devil”. However, no matter what way she turned or jumped nothing seemed to pop out.
“Mom?!” Quinn’s voice startled Judy from her reverie.
“Quinnie you scared me.”
“You okay mom?”
“Yes, yes dear, what do you need?”
“snacks?” Quinn stated staring at her mother oddly. She wondered what had gotten into her, the last few days she had been acting weird.
“Sna…oh! Oh right,” turning she grabs the tray and without another word passes by her daughter and out to the yard to drop off the snacks. Her eyes immediately straying towards Santana.
TBC..
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