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My One and Only	By : cris2747 Category: G through L > Glee Views: 4523 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I don't own Glee or any of the charactors and I'm making no profit with this story.

Chapter List
- 1-Chapter One: Summer- August 15, 2009
- 2-Chapter Two: The Morning After
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Disclaimer: What I don't own Glee? Damn that sucks. Okay I know you're saying damn another story, you have six more you're working on but I have to write down the ideas that pop in my head. I was re-watching season one and this just came out after that. I know there has been a lot of other fics that rewrite the way Quinn got pregnant but this one's a little different. It will follow the basic story line of all the seasons except for the fact that Puck doesn't get Quinn pregnant. Nor does Rachel or Santana. Brittany does. So this will be a Quitt and Pezberry fic but the endgame is Faberrittana so if that doesn't float your boat it's okay I understand. Any way the characters will be a little OOC but not too much and the friendships are basically the same I just twisted some around to fit my evil plans. And if you couldn't tell by my other stories Finn annoys me so this won't be a Finn friendly story. Also a G!P Brittany and Santana. Depending on how well the stories does I'll write seasons two and three. Also would like to apologize for any mistakes since i only read through this once and it's my birthday weekend so i dont plan on doing much of anything until Monday. If you see any mistakes let me know and I'll correct them as soon as i can. I'll try to update my other three stories before Saturday but those chapters are really rough, so not until Wednesday or Thursday. Okay kiddies on with the show.

Chapter One: Summer August 15, 2009
It was two Saturdays before their sophomore year, so Noah 'Puck' Puckerman decided that the only way to say goodbye to the summer was to have a party. Of course Puck found any reason to party, the first one this summer was because no more school for the next two months. Than it was 'hey my Mom and little sister are in Arizona visiting family for the next two weeks' party and that one turned out to last the almost the whole two weeks the were gone. Trust me when I say that it was epic, sure to be on the lips of every McKinney High student for years to come. Everyone knew that it was going to be one of those urban legends, still talked about long after they left the halls of McKinney High. And if you weren't there at least once during those two weeks, well than you have to be the biggest loser in the whole fucking school. The next party was because Puck successfully started his pool cleaning business, but everyone close to him knew that he only started it to bang some hot MILFs.
The two people that stood by Puck acting like the hostesses for every legendary party were his two best friends Santana and Brittany. They've been friends since before any of them could walk or talk. Or in Puck's case figure out what the thing between his legs was for, because let's face it that's the most important thing to him besides his family.
Any way back to the two reigning HBICs of McKinney High School and if you had half a brain, than you would run screaming in the other direction when you saw them coming in your direction. Everyone knew not to fuck the head cheerios because not only would Santana cut you with her sharp tongue but she'd slaughtered you with the razor blades she has hidden in her hair. And if for some reason you manage to escape her wrath then don't pat yourself on the back too soon because you'd have to deal Puck along with Matt and Mike. They would make you regret the day your Daddy forgot to wear a condom.
Then there was Brittany and Finn who balanced out their counterparts' ruthlessness with sweet words and dopey smiles that made you question what you were trying to do. Just don't mistake their sweetness for weakness because they would and could make you cry faster than any of their friends. And if you value your life don't make the mistake of assuming that they're stupid. Well at least Brittany, she loves to make off comments to throw people off balance. If people think you're slower than they are than they don't think you're a threat. A sad unfortunate mistake that many people have made and a mistake they've all come to regret. Brittany also has a way of making people see the good in everything and question their position on things. As for Finn he is as much of a pacifist as Brittany but once you get the boy mad than it would take the whole football team to get him off of you.
It was extremely hard to be half way in love with someone that doesn't even know you're alive. Especially when the rumor mill says that she's in a secret relationship with her best friend. So even if Quinn wasn't the biggest nerd in school, she wouldn't stand a chance against Santana Freaking López. But Quinn can't help being smitten with Brittany, whether it was because her hypnotic ocean blue eyes or the delicious legs that are always on display. Or maybe it was because she was the first person other than Rachel not to tease her because of her baby fat when she first moved to Lima in third grade.
She was lost the minute she looked into those innocent blue eyes when the taller girl helped her pick up the books one of the older kids knocked out of her hands. Or maybe it was the fact that she made everything seem okay, that life wasn't that bad. That her parents weren't alcoholics and her sister didn't forget about her the minute she walked out the door. Whatever it was Quinn was hopelessly infatuated with Brittany S. Pierce and Rachel being a closet masochist, in Quinn's opinion, was in lust with Santana.
After middle school and right before high school they girls grew out of their awkwardness. Quinn lost all of her baby fat after the millions of dance classes Rachel dragged her too and then Rachel grew into surprising long limbs (for someone so short), and became a very beautiful girl. Although it wasn't enough to draw the attention of their love interests but it was enough to draw the attention of some seniors. When the friends turned down two of the senior varsity basketball players it signaled the start of their torture, and the duos fall further down the social ladder.
The only consolation for them was the fact that their crushes did not participate in any of the bullying. As a matter of fact when Santana managed to dethroned the former reigning queen of McKinney before the end of the first semester of their freshmen year, after that all their bullying seemed to stop. They still had the occasional name calling or the stray slushie thrown at them but it wasn't too bad that they wanted to cry everyday like before. And it was with that small flicker of hope that kept the girls from writing the HBICs off as nothing but Neanderthals like the rest of the jocks.
So when Lucy Quinn Fabray and her best friend Rachel Barbra Berry, two of the schools losers walked into the last party of the summer, they were understandably scared that the treatment they received at school would trickle on to the here and now. But Rachel begged and pleaded called in every favor Quinn owed her and when none of things work she resorted to blackmail. Being friends with someone who she knew wrote in her diary religious everyday had its advantages. She argued that this was the last chance they would have to see their crushes outside of school and not be that vicious. So Quinn caved like Rachel knew she would because Quinn just can't say no to her best friend after a small amount of justiciable blackmail of to mention the fact that Quinn really, really wanted to go the party, so Rachel just gave her the extra push she needed.
The party was in full swing when the girls walked in a little after 9, even though Quinn wanted to come at 7 when the party officially started Rachel said it was better to be fashionably late. That was the problem Quinn didn't want to be notice coming in, it was better to blend into the wall less chance that one of the puck heads would see them. But Rachel was Rachel and the diva usually ended up getting what she wanted. They automatically searched the room for their crushes and spotted the two girls dancing on a make shift dance floor in the middle of the living room. They sighed in unison as they watched the cheerios bodies move in harmony with the music. Before they got five feet into the house Rachel was pulled away from her by one of the kids in her choir, rather than protest Quinn decided to let her have her fun.
Keeping Rachel in her eye line, Quinn power walked into the kitchen to grab them something to drink and hoped she was able avoid David Karofsky and Azimio Adams and the rest of their Puck head friends along the way. Those guys were the only people in the whole school that don't seem to be afraid of Puck or Santana and their no bullying policy. Maybe it was all the hits to the head they got or maybe it was because they were too stupid to realize that they were seconds away from being made examples of. So happen to be Quinn's and Rachel's biggest tormentors, but it wasn't all that bad though. The could have it as bad as that wheel chair kid or the gay kid Kurt and Toyota(?), Honda(?) and get thrown in the port a potties and slushie facials every day like before.
Quinn walks along the wall thinking that she's pulling her stealth mode moves like she did in COD. But when a voice startles her from behind lets her know she failed miserably, she jumps a mile in the air. "Quinn? Is that you?"
Quinn spins clenching her chest, sure that she was having heart palpitations, "Oh my goodness Brittany, you startled me! I thought I saw you dancing with Santana over there."
Brittany smiles almost bashfully, "I saw you and Rachel come in when I was dancing with Matt and Sanny so I couldn't come over right away and say hi like I wanted. Then I lost you so I asked Rachel were you went but she was too busy arguing with the girly boy, I forget his name, something about um, Westside girl?"
Quinn smiles at Brittany's adorableness, "It's called 'Westside Story' and 'Funny Girl' and I'm pretty sure you mean Kurt. The girly boy," Quinn adds when Brittany tilts her head in confusion. She clears her throat, "I, uh I was going to get something to drink did you need one as well?"
Quinn swallows already figuring that she was going to blow her off, "Sure I'll come with you." Quinn blinks surprised, "Sanny's arguing about sports and I really don't like football, so it's going to be boring."
Quinn nods, she's second choice but she really wasn't surprised, "I thought you'd be a football fan or a fan of sports in general being a cheerleader and all."
Brittany shakes her head, "I'm in it because I love dancing and San wanted to join and because the guys are on the team. I really don't enjoy sports, like at all mostly because the rules confuse me."
"Okay that makes sense and the rules tend to confuse me as well, but oh wait, I just can't leave Rachel alone with David and Azimio running around," she looks around for her friend but when she doesn't spot her she starts panicking.
Brittany places a calming hand on her shoulder, "She's fine Q look," she points over the short blonde's shoulder, "San's talking to her now."
"And how is that any safer than David or Azimio?" she asked sharply. "In case you missed it Brittany, Santana likes to pick on her as well. Not to mention the dozens of other things you and your friends have done to us over the years. "
Brittany jerks her hands back as if it was electrocuted. Quinn stutters out apologetic, "Oh gosh I'm sorry Brittany I didn't mean it like that. I knew you wouldn't hurt us but, its, its Santana and she…"
Brittany looks up, her blue eyes sad, "I know that we've never given you much of a reason to trust us but I promise that Santana wouldn't let anything happen to Rachel or you. I also understand that it's asking a lot but can you trust me when I say you're both safe?"
Of course Quinn's brain melted into a pile of mush when Brittany looked at her with those eyes, "Okay."
The taller blonde tangles their fingers together and led a very willing Quinn into the kitchen. Quinn tries not to think of the small sparks of electricity shooting up her arm. And she desperately tries to avert her eyes but Brittany's legs and butt looked so damn hot in her tight blue jeans. When Brittany sat her down she watched as she expertly fixed her a mixed drink. She took the cup tentatively and took a sip because of her parents she wasn't much of a drinker. The shorter blonde moaned low in the back of her throat, as the drink exploded in her mouth. It was that good and the best part was that she couldn't taste any of the alcohol.
"Careful I didn't make it that strong but after a while it has a kick to it," Brittany warns.
Quinn nods smiling, enjoying the small private moment they were sharing, "This is really good Brittany, I didn't know you were a closeted bartender."
Brittany blushes prettily, "Well I hardly ever see you at parties so I'm not surprised you don't know about my hidden talent." She smirks inwardly at the faint red hue that spread on the short blondes face. Brittany sits down across from Quinn setting her own cup in front of her, "What made you come to this one? I know this isn't really you or Rachel's scene."
Quinn set her cup down and started fidgeting with her glasses, "Um well it was Rachel's idea and I couldn't really say no. She said something about wanting to experience a real high school party, so that she could add it to her memoirs after she's a retired Broadway legend."
Brittany laughs softly and decides to do a little fishing, "You're girlfriend is really confident about the fact that she's going to be on stage one day, isn't she."
Quinn chokes mid drink spitting a mouthful onto the table. Brittany stands up concerned and pats her back gently, "Oh my god are you okay? I didn't mean to break you or anything."
Quinn throat finally unclogged enough for her to draw in a breath, "Oh my gosh, girlfriend? What makes you say that? Yes she's a girl and she's my best friend but not my girlfriend. Like eww no, it'll like dating my sister. Well not that there's anything wrong with dating a girl, I mean," she continues to babble, "But not Rachel because that would be like dating my sister. And not that she isn't attractive because she is…"
Brittany does an internal happy dance during Quinn's cute little ramble, "So you're gay, Q?" Quinn nods somewhat dazed, "Cool so am I gay I mean." She leans forward smiling coyly, "Do you have a crush on someone?"
Brittany's eyes were bright and hopeful, staring like a laser into Quinn's soul. She didn't get a chance to answer because a group of drunken cheerios wandered in interrupting their solitude. Quinn jumps from her chair when the group squeals hugging their co-captain. Quinn used this as an opportunity to sneak out of the kitchen undetected. As much as she wanted to tell Brittany that she was the one she was crushing on, Quinn didn't feeling like dying at such a young age. Santana is known to be fierce and over protective of the sweet blonde and that's pretty much a no fly zone.
When the group leaves Brittany is sad to find that Quinn slipped away from her she sighs chugging down her drink. She sighs someone is going to get extra suicides at practice on Monday. She pouts, getting up hoping she can catch up to her soon.
Quinn finds Rachel in the crowded dance floor and pulls her aside shouting in her ear over the loud music, "You'll never guess what happened to me Rae."
Rachel smiles, "I have good news too but you go first."
Quinn looks over her shoulders no one is paying them any mind, "Brittany and I were holding an actual conversation in the kitchen. She fixed me a drink and everything."
Rachel squeals jumping up and down, "That's wonderful news. Santana and I were also conversing in a civil manner. Although I'm pretty certain she said a few things to get under my skin."
Quinn smiles and they bump fist, she throws her arm around her small friends shoulder and they go finding something to drink telling each other about their conversations. Quinn and Rachel were standing at the edge of the living room talking when Santana interrupts them, "Hey Q ball, Rae are you two enjoying yourselves."
Rachel nods enthusiastically, "Yes Santana tonight's festivities are quite enjoyable."
Quinn smiles up at her the nickname wasn't so bad, she's been called worse, "Hello yes as Rachel said tonight is surprisingly fun. Santana how are you this evening?"
They Latina rolls her eyes playfully, "We need to get you guys more to drink so maybe you'll stop talking like dictionaries with legs."
Rachel huffs playing along, "Just because we practice proper use of the English language doesn't make us," she uses air quotation marks, "dictionaries with legs."
Santana gives Rachel her sexiest smirk, "Oh yeah?" She tilts her head closer, "Then what does that make you?"
"Um," Rachel stutters since she seems to forgotten how to speak with Santana's lips so close to hers.
Santana leans back wearing a smug look on her face, "Yeah that's what I thought." She pulls Rachel toward the make shift dance floor, "Come on Rae I wants ta get my dance on and I heard from a little duckie that you are an excellent dancer."
Quinn laughs at Rachel's dazed expression and she watches for a while as they move together on the floor. The way they move together makes it seem like they've dancing together for years.
"They look good together," Brittany's voice startles her again.
Quinn gasps and turns around, "You seem determined to give me a heart attack today Brittany."
The taller blonde grins, shaking her head, "No I'm just stealthy and light on my feet and you're always in your head so it's easy to sneak up on you."
Quinn blushes, "Yes I have a tendency to over think things."
Brittany nods, "Call me Britt or B or Britt-Britt, the way you say my name sounds so formal. Not that I don't like it but all my friends call by those names."
Quinn smiles shyly, "Friends? You consider us to be friends Britt?"
"Don't you," the taller blonde gives her a sad puppy face.
Quinn swallows that face should be registered as a lethal weapon, "Y-y-yes but I don't want to assume anything. This is the first real conversation that we've had."
The other blonde nods a real sadness flashes in her eyes, "Yeah I know but that's going to change Q because I want to be yours and Rae's friend. Santana does too. We've liked you guys for a really long time but something about the social ladder stops us. But, since we're on top now it doesn't matter and we can be friends with whoever we want to be."
Quinn smile brightens, "I would like that a lot and so would Rachel." She points to the scene behind her, "As you can probably tell."
Brittany looks and nods, "Yeah that looks like fun. Come lets go show them how to really cut up the dance floor." Brittany pulls her into the dance floor right next to the brunettes. Quinn was a little stiff, she likes to dance but she doesn't like to dance in front of people. Brittany pulls her close and whispers in her ear, "Relax Q I got you, just follow my lead."
Quinn nods and she makes her body relax and move in time with her crush. They dance and a few hours pass, while they only paused long enough to drink something. They switch partners but not very often, the HBICs seemed content with staying with the ones they started out with.
So no was surprised to see a drunk Quinn looking for the bathroom and stumbling as she goes up the stairs. The thing that did surprise her a when a pair powerful arms holding her up before she tittered back down the long flight of stairs. A flash of blonde hair making Quinn sigh as she pretends that whoever it is was Brittany. They took her to the bathroom and waited outside while she did her business. She tried very hard not to throw up the copious amount of alcohol she consumed. She cheers triumphantly when she able to keep it down, although she did start to hiccup a lot. Then her savior took her to the nearest bedroom and then she falls face first onto the bed.
Quinn giggles as she struggles to turn around onto her back. "I feel like a turtle," she slurs laughing harder
When the lights flicker on it the intoxicated blonde saw that it was indeed her crush, "You look like a turtle Quinn." Brittany laughs as she tries to take off her shoes.
Feeling bold Quinn because she could always blame it on the a-a-a-alcohol if her blonde didn't respond the way she hopes. She pulls down the off already balanced cheerio so that she was half straddling her and kisses her hard. Brittany stays still for a long second and Quinn thinks she made a huge mistake. But before she can pull back the taller blonde's lips tentatively applies pressure kissing her back. Quinn sighs as she opens her mouth, the taste of fruity drinks on their tongue as they stroke each other softly.
Quinn slips her hands underneath the tight tank top playing with the hard firm stomach underneath her fingertips. The muscles jump and twitch, making her feel bolder so she slides her up palming the hard pebbles on Brittany's perky breast.
Brittany whimpers gasping in her mouth, "Oh god Quinnie." But when the she tries to slide a hand down into her jeans she tries to back away, "Wait Q please…"
Quinn tears herself away thinking she made a mistake, "I'm sorry."
She tries to push Brittany off of her but the cheerio doesn't let her, "No you don't understand…"
Quinn shakes her head feeling dizzy as she does so, "No I get it you have Santana of course you don't want me."
"What no San and I aren't together so it's not that," Brittany blushes looking down, "I'm afraid."
Quinn frowns sobering up a little, "Why? I thought you've done this kind of thing before."
"No never," Brittany bites her lip.
"But I thought you and Santana sleep together," Quinn was feeling very confused.
Brittany whispers, "No I already told you that I'm not with Santana and besides that we're both virgins. We just let people think that we sleep around a lot."
Quinn does an internal happy dance, maybe she does have a shot but then again Brittany just turned her down. feeling even more confused Quinn frowns, "Oh wow than why did you stop me? Is it because you don't like me like that? Oh no, don't tell me that I ruined our friendship!"
Brittany shakes her head, "No you didn't ruin anything its cause I'm a freak and I'm afraid that you'll hate me."
Quinn sobers up more and her frowns deepens, "What? Why would I think that you're a freak Brittany?"
Brittany sighs taking balancing on one hand she uses the other to take Quinn's hand and cups the bulge straining her jeans. It was better to just show and get it over with, it's as if she was going to stay anyways, "See told you I was a freak."
Quinn swallows the hard shaft under her hand twitching slightly, "Is this real?"
Brittany nods looking away ashamed, "Yes its real, San and I were born with it."
"So you're a female transgender," Quinn still feeling confused. As long as she's known them they were always girls, maybe their parents had something to do with these.
Brittany gives her a halfhearted glare, "No Quinn we're both female, and don't let Santana hear you say that because it gets her really mad. We're um, intersex you know we have both parts."
Quinn squeezes the hard shaft jerking her hand back when the cock jumps in her palm, "Oh wow."
Brittany whimpers, "You, you're okay with this?"
Quinn nods as she feels herself got wetter, "Oh yes can, can I see it?"
The taller blonde stands up biting her lower lip looking at her feet and Quinn follows her as she sits up on the edge of the bed, "Are you sure? I don't want to scare you off, I've liked you for a really long time."
Quinn looks up smiling, "I've liked you too but I never thought that you could be interested in someone like me when everyone assumed that you and Santana were together."
Brittany smiles her bright happy smile, "No we like you and Rachel but we always been afraid that you'd be oh dunno disgusted or something. Besides our parents the only people that know are Puck, Matt and Mike. We don't tell Finn because he gossips as bad as Kurt and that other girl."
Quinn's smile widens, "Really? That wonderful now I wish I developed the courage sooner to approach you."
The cheerio nods fiddling with the jeans button before opening her pants and sliding both her pants and underwear down to her knees. She stands there for a long time waiting for the shorter blonde to say something.
Quinn sat there staring at the long thick pale shaft in front of her. It's looks nothing like she ever pictured before, not that she often tried to picture what a penis looked like since she's a lesbian. But considering the fact that her crush just showed her that she had a penis, can she say that she's gay? We;; excepted for this one thing Brittany has all the other characteristics of a girl, so yes? Bah, her thoughts are too serious for her drunk mind to comprehend at the moment she'll think about in the morning. For now back to matter at hand, the veiny mushroom shape head was leaking pre cum out of the tiny slit. It wasn't beautiful but it wasn't ugly. Quinn noticed that Brittany lack the normal testicles that usually accompanied a penis. Instead there was a slit that was considered Brittany's center.
The shorter blonde was quiet for an awfully long time and it was getting her nervous. Maybe she wasn't okay with this after all. Maybe seeing that is was a real penis disgusted her. Brittany was getting ready to pull up her pants and bolt.
Quinn looks up at the nervous blonde smiling, "It's not bad, I still don't consider you to be a freak." She reaches out tentatively to touch the hard muscle. It felt, nice, hot and smooth hard but the skin was soft as well and so thick that her hand barely wrapped around it. When it jumped in her hand, Quinn let out a surprise gasp over Brittany's low hiss, "Did I hurt you?"
The tall dancer shakes her head, her voice hoarse, "No it felt really, really good Q."
Quinn swallows, keeping up the bold persona she's been going with for the last ten minutes, takes the large shaft in her hand and makes a fist. She started out with gentle slow strokes, but the cheerio's moans gave her more confidence so she moved her hand faster. She felt the dampness between her legs and she's relatively sure that her panties are completely ruined.
"Oh Quinn that feels so good," Brittany pants. "But you need to stop or imma embarrass myself."
Quinn looks up tilting her head, "How?"
Brittany grips her slender wrist stopping the strokes, "I'm going to, you know and I don't want to do that just yet."
Quinn nods biting her lip, "Is it, I mean do you want to, I mean with me? You know," her face the deepest red that Brittany's ever seen, she lowers her voice to a whisper, "You know, have sex with me?"
Brittany's cock jumps and twitches as the images of a naked Quinn flashed in her mind. She groans, "Oh god yes please."
Quinn stands up and they peel of their clothes drinking in the slender pale limb every lost article of clothing reviled. Brittany feels her breath catch in her throat, "Lay back, Q."
Quinn a pleasant shiver goes down her spine when she looks at the dark blue, nearly black, depths her eyes went too. She falls back onto the bed heavily and scoots to the center. Her hair spread on the pillow, "You're really beautiful Brittany."
The smile that she gives the shorter blonde could only be described as hungry, "You're perfect Quinnie." She crawls on all fours kissing every inch of skin she can reach as she goes further up Quinn's body until she reaches that delicious center. She part Quinn's shaky thighs and inhales the musky scent. In a voice that was just plain sexy, she moans, "You smell so fucking good but I want to see how you taste."
Quinn arches her back and hisses when Brittany's tongue laps her swollen lips, "Oh my…"
Brittany groans spreading the lips with her fingers wanting a better look, "So fucking beautiful and you taste so good."
The shorter blonde's mind is reduced to a pile of mush at each swipe of Brittany's wet tongue. She bucks her hips when the cheerio takes the hard nub between her teeth and pulls, "OH FU…"
The taller blonde was lost in between Quinn's legs, the taste, the smell everything was just intoxicating and she was addicted. She wanted this to be good for the smaller blonde, so good that she'll never want to leave. So good that she'll stay with her because if she was honest with herself then she could say that she needs Quinn. And she wants Quinn to need her just as much as she does.
Brittany holds down the bucking hips sucking her clit deeper into her mouth. She pushes her index finger and nearly comes undone when the hot silky walls clamps down around her.
Quinn's mouth falls open as she moans louder than the music down stairs. Brittany was sure that everyone heard her down there. She smirks wanting to her that sexy moan again and starts a gentle rhythm in and out stroking the wet center. She added another digit and thrusted faster and harder, sucking licking twirling her tongue around the tasty clit pulsating in her mouth.
Quinn arches her back, "Please Britt please, please…"
Brittany lets go of the nub with a loud pop, "Please what?" Her smile teasing and her eyes devious, her hand never slowing down its strokes. "Please what baby? Tell me," her tongue flicks her clit.
"Nuh, pl-please," Quinn moans canting her hips up.
Brittany taunts, "Nuh uh baby use your big girl words and tell me want you want you."
Quinn cries out frustrated, "You." She pants her mouth unable to form a coherent sentence, "You please more."
"More what? Tongue," she flicks her tongue again. "Or fingers," pumping her digits faster. "More doesn't help me baby."
Quinn covers her eyes with her arms, her body flushed in a delightful shade of red, "You please inside, I need more."
Brittany decides to take pity on her when her voice becomes desperate. She removes her hand and settles between her legs, using one hand to balance on top of her. Taking her wet hand she stokes her painfully hard shaft, "This baby you need this?"
Quinn gasps when the wet tip bumps up against her clit and her arm falling to the side. "Yes," she hisses out.
Brittany nods "Okay just tell me if I hurt you and I'll stop." She sliding in an inch and a time until she meets some resistance, pausing she gives Quinn time to adjust.
The blonde open her eyes blinking she nods her head. "Okay, I'm good," she squeaks in a small voice.
She kissing Quinn's lips hard and using her thumb to flick her hard clit, when the blonde under her cries out she thrust forward breaking the barrier. Quinn tears her mouth away crying out in pain and tears form in her golden green eyes.
"Shh it's okay," Brittany coos peppering small kisses on her face, calming her down. She was desperately trying not to think about the way Quinn's wall clamped around her, fitting like a snug wet glove. Trying not to move and just start pounding away because she would never hurt the girl like that. "Whenever you're ready let me know."
After about five minutes the burning sensation ebbed away into a dull ache. She turns her head to look in those blue, blue eyes, "Okay."
She stays still for a moment longer before moving in slow awkward, jerking movements. Quinn winches as she is stretch more but soon the rhythm becomes smoother and starts to feel good. Quinn lifts her hips up shyly meeting Brittany's thrust.
"Oh," she gasps. It's starting to feel real good now. A harder pace was established and Quinn wraps her legs around Brittany's waist. Panting and moaning in Brittany's ear, "Oh, oh, oh."
Brittany groans, "Oh wow you feel so good baby." Feeling the walls massage her cock vowing to do this more with Quinn. Vowing that Quinn will be her girlfriend.
Once she hits a particularly good spot Quinn tights her legs and arches her back, "Oh god do that again."
Brittany leans in panting and kisses Quinn's neck, "Here?" Rocking her hips trying to find that same spot again. She smiles when Quinn moans in her ear, "There."
Quinn feels this pull in her belly and her body starts tingling and she feels like she wants to pee. Confused and fighting against it but the rocking hips at were hitting that sweep spot, was making it so hard.
"Oh," she cries out snapping her eyes closed when her body explodes and a light blinds her behind her eye lids. "Brittany," she whimpers.
Brittany grunts when it got harder to move and the base of her cock starts to tingle. Her orgasm takes her by surprise, "OH FUCK!" she snaps her hips harder, bottoming out and filling Quinn up, "Quinn!"
Quinn moans a strangled moan when a hot spurts fill her up knocking her over the edge again. Brittany pants sucking on her neck and gently riding out their orgasm until Quinn's body stops shaking. She picks her head up smirking at the dark mark there, liking the thought of claiming Quinn. Liking the thought of everyone knowing that she's taking. When she pulls out both girls whimpering at the loss and she falls on her side, willing her heart to stop beating so fast.
Quinn rolls over winching at the soreness between her legs and lays her head on Brittany's shoulder. Brittany smiles and gathers the shorter girl in her arms falling into a blissful sleep.

About ten minutes after Quinn disappeared up the stairs Rachel notices that her blonde friend was missing. She frowns looks around for Quinn but she was distracted when Santana stands next to her.
"Hey Tinkerbelle, what's wrong," the Latina yells over the music.
Rachel glares the fiercest glare she could muster being piss drunk, "I can't find Quinn. Have you seen her?"
Santana smiles at the adorably drunk diva, "I just saw Brittany take her upstairs. She probably needs to sleep it off," she arches her brow and flashes her dimples, "Like someone else I know."
Rachel blinks trying to clear the fog in her brain, "I'll have you know Ms. López that I am not enb… embr… ebree…I not drunk."
Santana smiles handing her empty cup to some passerby, "Sure you're not. Come on."
She throws one of Rachel's arm around her shoulders and circles her waist. Rachel blows a raspberry, "I'll have you know that…" She blinks her eyes confused looking at the stairs. "Nooooo. Nuh uh Santa not going up there."
Santana blinks her eyes, "Santa? You just called me Santa, Tink and why no stairs?"
Rachel smiles lopsidedly, ""Cuz that's you name silly and those are way too many stairs I can't climb them all."
The Latina sighs lifting the smaller brunette in her arms as she squeals tightening her hold nearly choking the other girl, "Fine I don't want to argue with a drunk girl and for god sake stop choking me."
Rachel huffs lays her head on Santana shoulder suddenly feeling dizzy as they climb higher and higher up the millions of stairs. She pouts finally catching what the Latina said, "I toll you Santa that I'm no drunk see." She squints on one eye and tries to touch her nose. "Ow," she hisses when she pokes her eye. She pouts and tries again with the same results.
Santana laughs, "Oh you sure showed me Tink, how did I ever think that you were drunk is beyond me."
Rachel sticks her tongue out childishly, "You consumed the same amount as me so I don't see why our not like me."
Santana shrugs standing in front of Puck's little sister's room, "I drink more often than you so I guess I have better tolerance." She taps the door with her foot, "Can you open the door please? My hands are kind of full."
It takes Rachel three tries to find the door knob, further proving her argument that she's not drunk at all Santana thinks sarcastically. She closes the door with her foot and walks to the bed laying her down gently, for such a young girl the little brat has a large bed. She shakes out the trembling muscles thanking her crazy Coach for all the crazy work outs she makes all her cheerios do.
Rachel was already snoring away before she could even take off her shoes. She struggles to pull off the diva's tight pants thinking she'll be more comfortable without them. She pulls Rachel into a sitting position and tugs off her sweater and throws it in the corner vowing to burn it later. Pulling down the sheets, Santana grunts trying to get her under the blanket but before she does she notices something interesting on Rachel's hip. Santana fingers graze the tan skin, "I'll have to ask her about this later when she's sober."
The Latina shrugs going back to her task. Now that Rachel was passed out, all 50 pounds of her was dead weight. Santana cheers pumping her fist in the air when she finally get the diva all tucked in. The slightly taller brunette kisses her clammy forehead, wondering why she never noticed how pretty she was before. She's only come to realize her exotic beauty the last month of their freshmen year, unlike Brittany who's always been a little in love with her fellow blonde.
Santana sighs going to the desk , looking for the key to the lock she knew was there. Sara put a lock on her door after Puck had a party here last year, when she came home that Sunday and found a naked boy still in her bed. It was safe to say that they all spent the next two weeks with their ears ringing after she and their parents finally got through with all the yelling. Santana snatches the key up in her palm grinning like a fool. She goes to door and locks it behind her, she'll be damned if some drunken asshole goes into that room and takes advantage of Rachel's drunken state.
Biting her lips she goes to Mariam's room to see if Brittany took Quinn there. She knocks softly but doesn't get a reply. She tries to turn the knob but finds that it's locked so she presses her ear to the door and hear faint moans. The Latina narrows her eyes getting ready to pound on the door because everyone knows the rules when you come to one of their parties. You never ever use any of the rooms to fuck, if you want to deep your dick into someone than you take your ass outside and find a patch of grass or go use your own fucking car. But when she hears a breathy 'Brittany' followed by a grunting 'Quinn' she backs off smiling como una idiota. She gives her blonde counterpart a mental hi five for getting the girl. She whistles going downstairs to party some more thinking of different ways to tease her taller friend.
About an hour later Santana goes back upstairs to check on Rachel, wanting to make sure she didn't get sick or anything. The Latina sits in the bed putting the aspirin and water on the table. She tucks in a stray strain of Rachel's silky locks, smiling when she scrunches up her nose, "You are so damn adorable."
A groggy voice startles her, "So are you, Santana."
The brunette cheerio smiles, "What I'm not Santa anymore?"
Rachel tries to open her eyes but the light is blinding, "Uh, my eyes. What Santa? Who's Santa?"
The Latina shrugs, "Well I am according to you, Tink. That's the name you kept calling me when I brought you up here. You also kept insisting that you were sober but you couldn't even walk up a flight of stairs."
Rachel sits up but instantly regrets it when her head starts spinning, "Uh I don't remember much." She frowns, "Maybe nothing at all." She looks down, blushing she pulls the sheet over her chest. Clearing her throat she squeaks, "Why am I only in my camisole and underwear?"
Santana shakes her head trying to push back the tasty picture she just put on display, "Um well because I thought you'd be more comfortable like that than seating it out in your sweater and jeans."
Rachel swallows, "Did anyone else other than you see me like this?" Please say no. Please say no, she chants in her head.
Santana smirks devilishly, "Nope Tink only I got to see your little 4 stars tattoo." Leaning close she husks out, "I didn't know that you were such a rebel, I likey. Tell me how does a 15 year old girl get someone to give them a tattoo and not go to jail?"
Rachel's eyes were on Santana's plush lips, "Um well, Quinn's older sister Frannie had a boyfriend in the beginning of the year that runs a tattoo shop in Columbus and he agreed to give us one."
Santana licks her lips, "Really? Q ball has one too what of?"
Rachel stutters, "A lion."
"A lion? Why a lion? I get yours Ms. Future Broadway Star, but Quinn's not so much," Santana leans back thoroughly pleased at the affect she's having on the small diva.
"Because her hair reminds me of a lion mane when she first wakes up," Rachel's voice hoarse and she felt a dull ache in start in her core. "Plus she can be really grumpy if you wake her up when she's not ready."
Santana tilts her head, "Hmm makes sense I'll ask Brittany if she noticed it in the morning. Do you think that this guy will give one to me and Britt?"
Rachel frowns confused, "Why would Brittany know it's in her upper back not on the hip like mine? And as long as you have money he doesn't really care."
It was Santana's turn to blush, "Oh Britt was helping Quinn get off." She gives herself a hard face palm, "I mean get into bed." She wasn't sure if Quinn was going to tell Rachel about doing the dirty with Britt so she wasn't about to give a spoiler.
Rachel frowns confused again nut that seems to be the usual when she was around the sexy Latina, "Okay, that was nice of her. I must thank her in the morning her taking care of Quinn," her confusion deepens when Santana snorts, "Quinn isn't used to drinking just like I am. You both could've easily left us alone to fend for ourselves. I'm sure you two had better things to do than babysit us all night." She looks down picking a stray strand in the blanket failing to see the amused smile on the Latina's face. her babbling is just so damn cute, "So thank you taking care of me but since I'm definitely more somber now then I was easily I won't keep you from your hostess duties."
Santana shrugs nonchalantly, "The party is ding down and Puck doesn't need my help anymore." She takes a deep breath deciding to go for it, "Plus I kind of rather be here with you than have to fight off some stupid drunk jock."
Rachel looks up giving her a shy smile, "Really? You're not just saying that?"
Santana swallows looking Rachel in the eye so she can see the truth in hers, "Really I kinda maybe like you." At Rachel's surprised gasps she quickly tries to back paddle, "I mean fuck, not that you're gay or anything and just because I have a crush on you doesn't mean…"
It was Rachel's turn to find Santana's rambling adorable. She decides to throw caution to the wind and pulls Santana in for a kiss. Santana's lips part in surprise and Rachel takes advantages and snakes her tongue into the Latina's mouth shyly. After getting over the initial surprise Santana groans tangling her hands into Rachel's silky locks. She's been inching to play in her hair since the first time she realized it was so pretty and shiny.
Rachel moans curling her hands into the fabric of Santana's shirt pulling her closer. A little off balances Santana falls on top of the diva moaning she throws her leg over the songstress's hips, straddling her. She feels the thing between her legs stir and she tries to pull away afraid that Rachel would be scared off by her extra appendage.
Rachel growls parting her legs, letting Santana fall between them and rocks her hips up. She doesn't know how or why she's feeling this bold but the Latina is a damn fine kisser and she doesn't want it to end. Not that she has much experience in kissing though. She's kissed a total of three people in her short laugh. The first was that creepy Jacob Ben Israel but he shouldn't really count because he planted one on her after she told him no while at her cousin Bar Mitzvah a couple of years ago. She hated it not only didn't she want it but his breath smiled like onions and it made her want to gag.
The next kiss was last year at her summer camp with one of the camp counselors. It was nice but nothing like the one Santana is giving her and she doesn't want it to end.
Santana whimpers when her hard cock brushes up against the wetness on Rachel's panties. She can feel it and it's making her harder. She tries to angle her hips away but Rachel wraps those deliciously long limbs around her waist and holds her prisoner.
Rachel hisses when something hard hits her clit, frowning she rocks her hips again moaning when the hardness hits her again. She tears her lips away to look down but Santana's body is blocking her line of sight. The curious diva snakes her hand down and cups the hardness that was straining the front of Santana's jeans, "Oh my…"
Santana whimpers when her cock twitches and jumps on Rachel's warm palm, "Rachel stop please." She puts her face in the crook of Rachel's neck hiding her hot face, "Please I can explain, that."
"Are you wearing a harness?" Rachel gives the shaft an experimental squeeze. "Were you expecting to sleep with someone tonight? Is that why you are wearing one?" The diva struggled to keep the jealousy out of her voice, because it's not as if they are together. She only found out like ten seconds ago Santana had a crush on her but Rachel's stomach twisted at the thought of Santana being with someone else.
"No, no," Santana's voice muffled. "It's that, I was born with it. It's real," her voice fades away as she waited for Rachel to push her off of her and call her a freak.
Rachel squeezes the cock harder and Santana moan into her neck, "That's, that's kind of hot."
Santana snaps her head with a incredulous look on her face, "Wait did you say hot? You mean that you're not freaked out about this?"
Rachel starts to rub the bulge lightly, "You forget that I have two dads so I've meet many interesting people and a few of them are transgender people."
Santana shakes her head frowning, "Transgender? That's like people being born in the wrong body right?" Rachel nods, "No I mean I'm a girl, I was born a girl but with something extra down there."
Rachel's mouth forms an 'O' shape, "Intersex? That's fascinating I've never meet one before that I knew about of course."
Santana tilts her head to the side adopting the confused puppy dog face that Rachel finds so adorable, "Actually you've meet two, ma and Brittany."
Rachel bites her lip wondering how Quinn will handle finding out, "That's fascinating, were you born with both characteristics? Or is a penis the only male part you have?"
Santana looks at her strangely most girls would be running out the door in a panic but not Rachel. And obviously not Quinn, "I have a vag but not much of one and I don't have balls. The dick is wear the clit should be and I have boobs. Real ones, I didn't buy them like some people say."
Rachel smiles, "I never believe the rumors, since according to most it is I who has the male genitalia not you or Brittany."
Santana sits back on her hunches and Rachel frowns when her hand falls away, "Yeah it was that bitch Kathy Greenburg that started that rumor which is one of the reasons I dethroned her ass." Santana runs a hand through her hair, "B didn't like the way she was treating you or Q ball and that rumor hit a little too close to home so the bitch had to go."
Rachel sits up on her elbows, "Really you did that for us? How incredibly sweet I must thank when I see her next and thank you for putting a stop to those horrible slushie facials."
Santana grins mischievously, "Well the only good thing about those fucking slushies was the fact that it ruined some of your creepy sweaters."
Rachel flashes an irritated look at the brunette cheerio, "There is nothing wrong with my sweaters I find them to be cute and adorable."
Santana snickers, "No dude it was creepy especially that owl, it was like those fucking eyes follow you wherever you go."
Rachel pouts, "I changed my mind I don't think I like you very much right now."
Santana's grin widens, "But I do love those short skirts you wear since your legs were the first thing I noticed about you."
Rachel's pout turns to shy smile, "I noticed your legs in your cheerios uniform as well."
Santana grins, "Awesome." When Rachel lets out a huge yawn Santana sighs, "I'm going to go and let you go back to sleep take the pills and drink the water so your hang over won't be so bad in the morning."
Rachel bites her lips nervously, "Can you stay here with me? I mean if you're tired and don't want to go back to the party."
Santana's grin morphs into a happy but shy smile. There's a lot you can say about Santana Fucking López sexy, bitching, venomous but shy wasn't something you'd call her very often, "I would love to sleep with you, I mean sleep in the same bed as you. I have to warn you though, I like to cuddle. Nothings safe from me while I'm sleeping."
"Oh so you're a notorious cuddlier," Rachel teases. "I think I'll chance it."
Santana stands up removing her shoes and socks, teasing right back, "Yeah whenever I have sleep overs with B, her cat runs and hides because I don't let go until I wake up." Her hands move to the button of her jeans, "I don't have any sleep shorts, so do you mind if I take these off?"
Rachel shakes her head, "No I think you should sleep comfortably and sleeping in pants aren't what I would call comfortable."
"Okay if you're sure," Santana hesitates but Rachel just nods laying back down watching as the Latina shimmies out of her tight jeans. The bulge is still visible and Rachel wonders how the two cheerios managed to hide them all these years. Rachel swallows when Santana turns her back to shrug out of her bra thankful that she didn't put one on tonight.
Santana walks to the door and turns the lock before turning off the light and Rachel quickly downs the pills and drains half of the water bottle. Leaving enough in case Santana got thirsty later of something. Santana walks back to the bed and climbs in with Rachel. Despite what she said about being a sleep hugger she lays the furthest away she could be.
Rachel sighs scooting closer until she could curl up next to her, "Good night Santana."
Santana smiles again, it seems like she's been doing that an awful lot these evening. She cranes her neck to kiss Rachel on the lips softly, "Night Tink."
The Latina lays there until she hears Rachel's breath even out and falls to sleep with a smile on her face.
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