Dare to Love (1/?)
Title: Dare to love
Summary: Sequel/Spinoff of ‘Dare to bare’. Brittany, Santana, Quinn and Rachel deal with the consequences of their night together.
Pairing(s): Faberry, Brittana, Faberrittana
Rating: R (for now)
A/N: A couple of people requested a sequel or at least a ‘morning after’ so here it is. Rated R for now but may change in later chapters if I continue. It depends.
Chapter 3
Quinn stirred into consciousness to a pounding headache and an uncomfortably dry sensation in her throat. She painstakingly groaned and reached out to pull the covers over her head, effectively blocking out the annoying sunlight streaming through the window. She felt a warm body pressed against her side and instinctively snuggled closer to it, a content sigh escaping her. She lay still for a couple of minutes, trying to force herself back to sleep when images clouded her mind, bringing a frown to her face. Santana cursing in Spanish. Brittany’s concerned expression. The sight of crystal blue eyes, darkened with arousal. A murmured ‘I love you’. Lips being pressed against the corner of her mouth.
Oh shit.
Quinn’s eyes shot open as more images of the previous night filled her head. She silently prayed that it was all just a crazy dream but the sensation of skin pressed against her own told her that it wasn’t. She yanked back the sheets over her head and barely managed to contain a pained groan when the light hit her eyes. She leaned up on her elbows and squinting against the annoying sunlight, she glanced to her left.
“Fuck…” she muttered when her eyes came to rest on three covered but clearly naked girls lying next to her. She practically leapt out of the bed and set about trying to find her clothes before remembering that they had been left downstairs the previous night. She swore under her breath and stepped forward, intending to look for something she could wear. As she did however, something sharp stuck into her foot, causing her to wince and leap back.
“Shit!” She yelped when she knocked her thigh against the bedside cabinet. Her hand instinctively shot to the already intensely throbbing area.
“You’re so graceful Q.” Santana’s voice sounded teasingly from behind her causing her to whirl around. It was only when Santana’s eyes lowered that she realised that she was still naked. She spotted a large T-shirt on the ground and quickly moved to pull it on, intensely aware of the sensation of Santana’s eyes on her.
“I’m…I…Shower…” Quinn motioned over her shoulder towards the door before making a speedy getaway. She hurried down the hallway and into the bathroom where she made sure to lock the door before pulling the T-shirt off. She whimpered slightly as she recognised Brittany’s scent on the clothing as she pulled it over her head. With a heavy sigh, she turned the shower on and stepped under the hot flow of water, silently dreading the awkward situation she would be greeted with when she went downstairs.
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Brittany hummed contentedly as she was roused from her sleep by the gentle pressure of lips being pressed against her cheek. As said lips descend down her jaw towards her neck, Brittany giggled softly at the sensation of hair tickling the underside of her chin. She opened her eyes just as Santana lifted her head to greet her with a warm smile.
“Hey.” The Latina whispered before placing a light kiss on the blondes lips.
“Hey.” Brittany beamed and wrapped her arms around Santana’s neck to pull her down for a longer kiss. They both pulled away wearing grins “How is your head?” she reached up and gently tucked a strand of hair behind Santana’s ear.
“My head?” Santana echoed quizzically.
“You were drinking last night…”
“I didn’t drink much.” Santana informed her “I think Quinn has it worse than me.”
Brittany glanced to her right as if she was just noticing that Quinn’s warmth was missing “Where is she?”
“She said something about a shower, I think.” Santana answered distractedly “I don’t know…she practically fell out of the room when she finished walking into things.”
Brittany pushed herself up in the bed, a frown suddenly clouding her expression “Is she okay?”
Santana was momentarily distracted by the fact that the sheet had dropped down Brittany’s chest “I don’t know…I think so. Why wouldn’t she be?”
Brittany chewed her lip and glanced beyond Santana at Rachel to make sure she was still sleeping “Well you know Quinn. She’s kind of…I don’t know. She’s just…”
“Uptight?” Santana suggested with a roll of her eyes “Neurotic? Tightly wound?”
“I guess.” Brittany shrugged, looking rather concerned “I don’t want her to be uncomfortable or anything.”
Santana couldn’t help but smile at her girlfriends concern “Quinn will be fine.” She leaned forward and placed a light kiss on Brittany’s lips to reaffirm the statement “I promise.”
Brittany looked unsure for a moment before she nodded in agreement, deciding that if Quinn wasn’t fine with what happened last night they would deal with it when they had to.
A soft whimper sounded from their left, drawing both Brittany and Santana’s gazes towards Rachel who was still sleeping soundly. The brunette sighed in her sleep and curled closer to Santana, obviously missing the warmth of her body.
Santana chuckled slightly as Rachel snuggled into her thigh “So much for being an early riser or whatever the hell she’s always babbling on about.”
“Well she did drink a lot last night.” Brittany murmured, reaching down to tenderly brush a stray strand of hair from the Diva’s cheek “Plus I think we might have worn her out.”
“Probably.” Santana responded, watching Brittany’s expression intently. It was only when the blonde in question looked up and gave her a ‘what?’ look that she tore her gaze away. She distracted herself by watching the sleeping girl next to her. Rachel looked so peaceful and content that Santana couldn’t help the statement that sprang from her lips “She’s adorable when she’s asleep.” She quickly looked up to see that Brittany was watching her with a warm smile on her lips “Shit, don’t tell her I said that. Her ego really doesn’t need to grow anymore...And she’ll only go on and on about it.”
Brittany shook her head in amusement “I don’t know why you can’t just be nice to her. She’s meant to be your friend.”
“I am nice to her!” Santana exclaimed. She backtracked slightly at Brittany’s sceptical look “Okay, I’m not…But I’m not a total bitch to her anymore either.”
“You should try to be nicer to her.” Brittany suggested “I know you want to.” She shivered slightly as a cold breeze swept over her and she slid back down under the covers, seeking warmth.
“Fine,” Santana agreed as she lay on her front next to the blonde, leaning up slightly on her elbows. She felt a warm glow spread throughout her chest when Rachel instinctively shifted with her, wrapping her arms around Santana’s upper arm “I promise I’ll at least try to be nice to her.”
“It shouldn’t be too hard.” Brittany shrugged with a grin “You were more than nice to her last night.”
Santana supressed a laugh at her girlfriends’ statement, mindful of the sleeping brunette pressed against her “You make a good point.” She glanced to her right, her eyes tracing the contours of Rachel’s face “Do you want to know something?”
“Yeah!”
Santana smiled at Brittany enthusiasm but didn’t draw her attention away from Rachel “I don’t think it will too hard now…Being nice to her, I mean.” There was a moment of silence and when Santana finally looked up Brittany was grinning unreservedly “What?”
“Nothing.” Brittany tried to supress the grin but to no avail “You just…really care about her. Even though you always act like you hate her.”
Santana was about to respond with a sheepish shrug when she remembered that Rachel was still clutching her arm so any movement would more than likely disturb her. Santana probably wouldn’t admit it later but she quite liked the sensation of Rachel hanging onto her. With that in mind she settled for a soft smile “She’s more….bearable now that she’s with Quinn. And even though I guess she still makes me want to cover my ears and scream sometimes because of her constant babbling I’ve kind of learnt to tune her out so it’s all good.” As an afterthought she added “But don’t tell anyone that I like her. I have a reputation to hang onto.”
“Okay.” Brittany beamed before glancing down at the sleeping brunette who had shifted so that her head was pillowed on Santana’s arm instead of an actual pillow. She seemed to be trying to bury as close to the Latina’s body as physically possible.
Santana rolled her eyes as Brittany awwed at the sight but she couldn’t deny the fact that the diva’s actions were ridiculously adorable. Just as she was worrying that she might be two seconds away from having a similar reaction to Brittany, Rachel began to stir from her slumber.
Santana shared a look with Brittany as concern began to set it. Quinn’s reaction had been awkward so Rachel’s reaction was sure to be dramatic…explosive even. She didn’t have time to linger on the thought however as Rachel was moving her head slightly to look up at her.
“Um…” Rachel looked slightly confused for a moment as her eyes met chocolate brown followed by icy blue “Hey.”
“Morning!” Brittany exclaimed brightly.
Rachel seemed to realise that she was pressed intimately against Santana as she unwound her arms from the Latina’s bicep and backed off a bit, with a nervous laugh “Sorry.”
“I don’t mind.” Santana answered with a shrug.
“Oh…”
“Are you okay?” Brittany frowned in concern.
“Of course.” Rachel answered as she tugged the covers up to her chest and sat up in the bed “Why wouldn’t I be?”
“You’re not using very many words.” Brittany reached across Santana to place the back of her hand on Rachel’s forehead, obviously checking for a high temperature “Is your head hurting? I can call a Doctor…”
“I think Rachel is just trying to process things Britt-Britt.” Santana gently suggested though her gaze lingered on Rachel who looked like she was deep in concentration “Right?”
Rachel was silent for a moment before she nodded and shot Brittany a small smile “I’m sorry Brittany. I can assure you that all of my initial processing is now complete and you have my undivided attention.”
“I have no idea what you just said.” Brittany beamed “Awesome…You’re back.”
Rachel and Santana chuckled at the statement and the former took a moment to look around the bedroom “Where is Quinn?”
“She’s in the shower.” Santana answered with a roll of her eyes “She’s been in there for like half an hour already.”
“Maybe she’s processing.” Brittany suggested.
“Or maybe she’s doing a different kind of ‘processing’.” Santana smirked to herself.
“Oh my Barbra!” Rachel’s eyes widened when they settled on the alarm clock next to Brittany’s bed which read ’10:14am’ “I slept in for four hours!”
“It’s Saturday.” Brittany pointed out unsurely. She looked to Santana who nodded “Why would you have to be up early?”
“I have a strict schedule to stick to Brittany.” Rachel answered “If I break…”
“Blah, blah, blah…” Santana rolled her eyes “Fuck your schedule Ber...Rachel. You’re not doing that today.”
“But…”
“No.” Santana stated firmly as she lightly clamped her hand over Rachel’s mouth “I trust that you know your way around a kitchen?” Rachel nodded silently and Santana pulled her hand away “Good…You can help me cook breakfast.”
“I can help too.” Brittany offered brightly.
“Erm…Sure Britt.” Santana grimaced.
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A while later Brittany, Rachel and Santana were all fully dressed and in the kitchen. Rachel was alternating between making toast and brewing coffee while Santana was busy frying bacon and scrambling eggs. Santana had suggested that Brittany sit cooking out for a while when the blonde had accidentally set a kitchen towel on fire and ended up burning her finger. Brittany was currently pouting at the table, a couple of ice cubes wrapped in a towel pressed against the throbbing area on the pad of her right index finger.
“How’s your finger B?” Santana called out as she blew a strand of hair out of her eyes.
“It still hurts.” Brittany answered sullenly.
“Come here then.” Santana commanded. A moment later Brittany was at her side and Santana dropped the spatula before she turned around to take Brittany’s injured hand in both of her own. Her eyes met crystal blue as she brought the affected finger to her lips and placed a tender kiss on the red burn.
“Thanks San.” Brittany beamed before pressing a light kiss to Santana’s lips.
“Awww.” Rachel grinned as she watched the exchange “You two are so adorable!”
Santana cringed slightly at the high pitched tone of Rachel’s voice but she couldn’t help the smile that graced her lips. Remembering what she was doing, she quickly turned around and picked the spatula back up, being careful not to burn herself. She flipped the bacon over and smiled softly as Brittany wrapped her arms around her waist.
“That’s distracting.” Santana whispered as Brittany began to drop open mouthed kisses on her bare shoulder.
“You want me to stop?” Brittany knowingly asked as she stopped the action and rested her chin on Santana’s shoulder.
“Hell no.” Santana answered as a hand slipped underneath her tank top to draw teasing circles on her stomach.
Brittany chuckled at the fast answer and ducked her head to continue what she was doing.
“Hey Rach, pass me a plate.” Santana spoke up, her voice slightly shaky. There was no response but a moment later, a plate was being pressed into her hand “Thanks.”
“No problem.” Rachel answered as she went back to what she was doing. She made sure however to keep an eye on the two girls next to the stove as she found their blatant contentedness to be rather contagious and they were simply adorable to watch. She chuckled to herself as she watched them sway from side to side in time with the soft music pouring from the kitchen radio. Her attention was quickly diverted however as a different blonde walked into the kitchen, looking somewhat nervous “Quinn…Good morning!”
“Morning.” Quinn offered Rachel a small smile. She glanced at the giggling duo next to the stove but quickly glanced away in favour of sitting down at the island in the middle of the kitchen “Hey, can I smell…” she trailed off as Santana slid a plate of bacon across the counter. She noted that it was made just the way she liked it i.e. crispy but not totally burnt and her mouth immediately began to water “God, I love you.” She promptly froze at what she had said “Erm…You know…Just…Platonically. I mean…”
“I know what you mean.” Santana rolled her eyes and slid another plate across the table towards a furiously blushing Quinn.
“Did you know that ‘platonically’ comes from Plato?” Brittany spoke up as she chewed on a slice of Jam covered toast, earning herself three surprised looks “Because he didn’t talk about Love needing physical attraction…Which is why platonic means chaste love without physical or sexual attraction…like eros.”
Rachel looked positively stunned by Brittany’s knowledge of Greek Philosophy “Brittany, how do you know who Plato is?”
“I watched a documentary.” Brittany shrugged in response “He talked about caves and other worlds a lot so I thought it would be like Narnia…it wasn’t. But it was really interesting.”
“That’s…nice.” Rachel said. She turned her attention back to a bemused looking Quinn who merely shrugged before turning to the bacon in front of her.
Santana laughed at the statement and turned back to the stove. At times she was stunned by how much people underestimated her girlfriend.
“Hey Britt, I burrowed some of your clothes.” Quinn awkwardly said as she toyed with the string on the purple Paramore hoodie she had acquired from Brittany’s room “I hope that’s okay.”
“Sure.” Brittany smiled “You can burrow whatever you want.”
“Thanks.” Quinn returned the smile but she wasn’t quite able to meet Brittany’s eyes.
Santana rolled her eyes at the awkward atmosphere and set about pouring the scrambled eggs into a large bowl which she then set on the counter in front of Quinn.
“Are you trying to fatten me up?” Quinn asked around a mouthful of bacon.
“Sure, because I plan on eating you.” Santana smirked with an eye roll.
Upon hearing the statement Quinn’s mind instantly dropped to the gutter and she proceeded to choke on the bacon she was eating.
Santana quickly moved to Quinn’s side and hit her none too gently on the back to stop her choking. It apparently worked as the blonde dissolved into coughing as opposed to the red face choking she was displaying before.
“Ow!” Quinn exclaimed when the coughing finally stopped “That fucking hurt San!”
“I save your life and you whine about being whacked on the back.” Santana rolled her eyes “I’ll be sure to ignore you the next time you almost choke to death.”
“It hurt.” Quinn reiterated.
“Awww. Want me to kiss it better?” Santana teased. She wasn’t quite prepared for Quinn leaning away from her and she frowned at the guarded response “God, I was kidding.”
Rachel walked around the island to stand at Quinn’s side and gently rubbed her back “Are you okay Quinn?”
Quinn nodded and consciously leaned forward to kiss the brunette. When she pulled back she made purposeful eye contact with Santana before turning back to the food in front of her.
“Here’s your coffee.” Rachel said as she placed a cup of coffee in front of the blonde and sat next to her, grabbing a plate of her own.
Santana was slightly wounded by Quinn’s unspoken yet obvious statement and she moved to sit on the other side of the island. Brittany quickly joined her and Santana felt slightly comforted by her presence.
“Toast?” Brittany asked, offering up her own slice of toast to her girlfriend.
“Sure, thanks B.” Santana took a quick bite of the jam covered toast before turning back to Quinn and Rachel who were tensely silent as they ate “Hey…I need to say something.”
Quinn looked up “You already are saying something.”
“Last night…” Santana began tensely, still rather irritated by Quinn’s earlier comment “It was just sex and…It’s not going to happen again, right? So we should just…forget about it?” her statement came out as a question and she bit her lips unsurely.
“I’ve already forgotten about it.” Quinn said, focusing on the swirls in her coffee to avoid looking at her friends and girlfriend “It was a mistake and it shouldn’t have happened. We were drunk.”
“I wasn’t drunk.” Brittany pointed out innocently.
“Well either way, it meant nothing to me.” Quinn responded coldly even though she could feel her heart clenching in her chest, reminding her that last night had meant anything but nothing to her “So just forget about it…it was a mistake. A stupid, drunken mistake and it’s never going to happen again, okay?”
Santana focused on the anger that flared in her gut in an attempt to ignore the dull ache Quinn’s words brought to her chest. She was about to yell at the blonde for snapping at Brittany when Quinn stood up from the table and drained her coffee “Thanks for breakfast…But I have to go. I have to check in at home.”
“You’re not staying?” Brittany asked, obviously upset by Quinn’s earlier comment and the fact that she was leaving so promptly.
Quinn made the mistake of looking up to meet Brittany’s eyes and her heart instantly melted. Brittany was looking at her with sad blue eyes and the sight made Quinn want to sweep her up in a hug and tell her that yes, she would stay for as long as she was permitted to. A quick glance at the hickey on Brittany’s neck reminded her of the events of the previous night however and she knew she had to stick to her guns, if only for her own protection “Sorry Britt. My Mom might be getting worried about me so I should check in. I’ll see you at school on Monday though, okay?”
“Not tomorrow?” Brittany pouted.
“I’ll let you know.” Quinn answered before she glanced at Rachel who was hurriedly eating the cereal Santana had apologetically offered her, since they had no vegan products in the house. Brittany had been rather irritated by the lack of vegan friendly products in her house and she had vowed to Rachel that she would fix the problem “Are you coming Rach?”
“Yeah…Two minutes.” Rachel answered before she proceeded to try to drain her steaming coffee. A moment later it was pulled from her grasp and she was met by a frowning Santana “You’ll burn your mouth you muppet.”
Rachel was momentarily elated by the fact that Santana cared enough to take the hot drink away from her but she was quickly distracted by the thought as Quinn released a heavy sigh.
“I’ll meet you in the car.”
“Quinn!” Brittany exclaimed, effectively stopping the other blonde from leaving.
Quinn hesitantly turned back around “Britt?”
“Don’t I get a hug?” Brittany asked sadly.
Quinn was aware that the embrace would be emotional torture for her but she was unable to deny her best friend anything, especially not something as simple and innocent as a hug “…Sure.”
Brittany beamed and jumped out of her chair before she walked over to Quinn and hugged her tightly. Despite her better judgement Quinn sighed and relaxed into the embrace, allowing herself to revel in the sensation of her friends arms around her. In the back of her mind however she couldn’t help but worry that Brittany might begin to suspect something if she held on too tightly or for too long.
“Text me later okay?” Brittany beamed before she pulled back and gave Quinn a light kiss on the cheek, causing a blush to flare up.
“Sure.” Quinn smiled weakly before looking to Santana who was regarding her with an unreadable expression on her face “I’ll see you later.”
“Laters.” Santana responded as she watched Quinn turn and walk out of the kitchen.
“I should go.” Rachel sighed, looking rather disappointed at having to leave Brittany and Santana…and her coffee.
Brittany plucked the cup from Santana’s hand and gave it back to Rachel “Take it.”
“Thanks Britt.” Rachel smiled warmly and carefully hugged the perceptive blonde before shooting Santana a warm smile “Thanks for…everything.”
Santana genuinely returned the smile “No problem.”
After a quick goodbye and an assurance that she would return Brittany’s cup, Rachel was out of the door after Quinn.
“That was interesting.” Santana sighed as she poured herself a cup of caffeinated goodness “Quinn is freaking out.”
Brittany nodded in response as she reclaimed her seat next to Santana “She’ll be okay though…right? I mean Rachel isn’t freaking out so maybe she’ll talk to her…”
Santana frowned sadly and slipped her free hand into Brittany’s “I hope so Britt-Britt.”
TBC?
Summary: Sequel/Spinoff of ‘Dare to bare’. Brittany, Santana, Quinn and Rachel deal with the consequences of their night together.
Pairing(s): Faberry, Brittana, Faberrittana
Rating: R (for now)
A/N: A couple of people requested a sequel or at least a ‘morning after’ so here it is. Rated R for now but may change in later chapters if I continue. It depends.
Chapter 3
Quinn stirred into consciousness to a pounding headache and an uncomfortably dry sensation in her throat. She painstakingly groaned and reached out to pull the covers over her head, effectively blocking out the annoying sunlight streaming through the window. She felt a warm body pressed against her side and instinctively snuggled closer to it, a content sigh escaping her. She lay still for a couple of minutes, trying to force herself back to sleep when images clouded her mind, bringing a frown to her face. Santana cursing in Spanish. Brittany’s concerned expression. The sight of crystal blue eyes, darkened with arousal. A murmured ‘I love you’. Lips being pressed against the corner of her mouth.
Oh shit.
Quinn’s eyes shot open as more images of the previous night filled her head. She silently prayed that it was all just a crazy dream but the sensation of skin pressed against her own told her that it wasn’t. She yanked back the sheets over her head and barely managed to contain a pained groan when the light hit her eyes. She leaned up on her elbows and squinting against the annoying sunlight, she glanced to her left.
“Fuck…” she muttered when her eyes came to rest on three covered but clearly naked girls lying next to her. She practically leapt out of the bed and set about trying to find her clothes before remembering that they had been left downstairs the previous night. She swore under her breath and stepped forward, intending to look for something she could wear. As she did however, something sharp stuck into her foot, causing her to wince and leap back.
“Shit!” She yelped when she knocked her thigh against the bedside cabinet. Her hand instinctively shot to the already intensely throbbing area.
“You’re so graceful Q.” Santana’s voice sounded teasingly from behind her causing her to whirl around. It was only when Santana’s eyes lowered that she realised that she was still naked. She spotted a large T-shirt on the ground and quickly moved to pull it on, intensely aware of the sensation of Santana’s eyes on her.
“I’m…I…Shower…” Quinn motioned over her shoulder towards the door before making a speedy getaway. She hurried down the hallway and into the bathroom where she made sure to lock the door before pulling the T-shirt off. She whimpered slightly as she recognised Brittany’s scent on the clothing as she pulled it over her head. With a heavy sigh, she turned the shower on and stepped under the hot flow of water, silently dreading the awkward situation she would be greeted with when she went downstairs.
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Brittany hummed contentedly as she was roused from her sleep by the gentle pressure of lips being pressed against her cheek. As said lips descend down her jaw towards her neck, Brittany giggled softly at the sensation of hair tickling the underside of her chin. She opened her eyes just as Santana lifted her head to greet her with a warm smile.
“Hey.” The Latina whispered before placing a light kiss on the blondes lips.
“Hey.” Brittany beamed and wrapped her arms around Santana’s neck to pull her down for a longer kiss. They both pulled away wearing grins “How is your head?” she reached up and gently tucked a strand of hair behind Santana’s ear.
“My head?” Santana echoed quizzically.
“You were drinking last night…”
“I didn’t drink much.” Santana informed her “I think Quinn has it worse than me.”
Brittany glanced to her right as if she was just noticing that Quinn’s warmth was missing “Where is she?”
“She said something about a shower, I think.” Santana answered distractedly “I don’t know…she practically fell out of the room when she finished walking into things.”
Brittany pushed herself up in the bed, a frown suddenly clouding her expression “Is she okay?”
Santana was momentarily distracted by the fact that the sheet had dropped down Brittany’s chest “I don’t know…I think so. Why wouldn’t she be?”
Brittany chewed her lip and glanced beyond Santana at Rachel to make sure she was still sleeping “Well you know Quinn. She’s kind of…I don’t know. She’s just…”
“Uptight?” Santana suggested with a roll of her eyes “Neurotic? Tightly wound?”
“I guess.” Brittany shrugged, looking rather concerned “I don’t want her to be uncomfortable or anything.”
Santana couldn’t help but smile at her girlfriends concern “Quinn will be fine.” She leaned forward and placed a light kiss on Brittany’s lips to reaffirm the statement “I promise.”
Brittany looked unsure for a moment before she nodded in agreement, deciding that if Quinn wasn’t fine with what happened last night they would deal with it when they had to.
A soft whimper sounded from their left, drawing both Brittany and Santana’s gazes towards Rachel who was still sleeping soundly. The brunette sighed in her sleep and curled closer to Santana, obviously missing the warmth of her body.
Santana chuckled slightly as Rachel snuggled into her thigh “So much for being an early riser or whatever the hell she’s always babbling on about.”
“Well she did drink a lot last night.” Brittany murmured, reaching down to tenderly brush a stray strand of hair from the Diva’s cheek “Plus I think we might have worn her out.”
“Probably.” Santana responded, watching Brittany’s expression intently. It was only when the blonde in question looked up and gave her a ‘what?’ look that she tore her gaze away. She distracted herself by watching the sleeping girl next to her. Rachel looked so peaceful and content that Santana couldn’t help the statement that sprang from her lips “She’s adorable when she’s asleep.” She quickly looked up to see that Brittany was watching her with a warm smile on her lips “Shit, don’t tell her I said that. Her ego really doesn’t need to grow anymore...And she’ll only go on and on about it.”
Brittany shook her head in amusement “I don’t know why you can’t just be nice to her. She’s meant to be your friend.”
“I am nice to her!” Santana exclaimed. She backtracked slightly at Brittany’s sceptical look “Okay, I’m not…But I’m not a total bitch to her anymore either.”
“You should try to be nicer to her.” Brittany suggested “I know you want to.” She shivered slightly as a cold breeze swept over her and she slid back down under the covers, seeking warmth.
“Fine,” Santana agreed as she lay on her front next to the blonde, leaning up slightly on her elbows. She felt a warm glow spread throughout her chest when Rachel instinctively shifted with her, wrapping her arms around Santana’s upper arm “I promise I’ll at least try to be nice to her.”
“It shouldn’t be too hard.” Brittany shrugged with a grin “You were more than nice to her last night.”
Santana supressed a laugh at her girlfriends’ statement, mindful of the sleeping brunette pressed against her “You make a good point.” She glanced to her right, her eyes tracing the contours of Rachel’s face “Do you want to know something?”
“Yeah!”
Santana smiled at Brittany enthusiasm but didn’t draw her attention away from Rachel “I don’t think it will too hard now…Being nice to her, I mean.” There was a moment of silence and when Santana finally looked up Brittany was grinning unreservedly “What?”
“Nothing.” Brittany tried to supress the grin but to no avail “You just…really care about her. Even though you always act like you hate her.”
Santana was about to respond with a sheepish shrug when she remembered that Rachel was still clutching her arm so any movement would more than likely disturb her. Santana probably wouldn’t admit it later but she quite liked the sensation of Rachel hanging onto her. With that in mind she settled for a soft smile “She’s more….bearable now that she’s with Quinn. And even though I guess she still makes me want to cover my ears and scream sometimes because of her constant babbling I’ve kind of learnt to tune her out so it’s all good.” As an afterthought she added “But don’t tell anyone that I like her. I have a reputation to hang onto.”
“Okay.” Brittany beamed before glancing down at the sleeping brunette who had shifted so that her head was pillowed on Santana’s arm instead of an actual pillow. She seemed to be trying to bury as close to the Latina’s body as physically possible.
Santana rolled her eyes as Brittany awwed at the sight but she couldn’t deny the fact that the diva’s actions were ridiculously adorable. Just as she was worrying that she might be two seconds away from having a similar reaction to Brittany, Rachel began to stir from her slumber.
Santana shared a look with Brittany as concern began to set it. Quinn’s reaction had been awkward so Rachel’s reaction was sure to be dramatic…explosive even. She didn’t have time to linger on the thought however as Rachel was moving her head slightly to look up at her.
“Um…” Rachel looked slightly confused for a moment as her eyes met chocolate brown followed by icy blue “Hey.”
“Morning!” Brittany exclaimed brightly.
Rachel seemed to realise that she was pressed intimately against Santana as she unwound her arms from the Latina’s bicep and backed off a bit, with a nervous laugh “Sorry.”
“I don’t mind.” Santana answered with a shrug.
“Oh…”
“Are you okay?” Brittany frowned in concern.
“Of course.” Rachel answered as she tugged the covers up to her chest and sat up in the bed “Why wouldn’t I be?”
“You’re not using very many words.” Brittany reached across Santana to place the back of her hand on Rachel’s forehead, obviously checking for a high temperature “Is your head hurting? I can call a Doctor…”
“I think Rachel is just trying to process things Britt-Britt.” Santana gently suggested though her gaze lingered on Rachel who looked like she was deep in concentration “Right?”
Rachel was silent for a moment before she nodded and shot Brittany a small smile “I’m sorry Brittany. I can assure you that all of my initial processing is now complete and you have my undivided attention.”
“I have no idea what you just said.” Brittany beamed “Awesome…You’re back.”
Rachel and Santana chuckled at the statement and the former took a moment to look around the bedroom “Where is Quinn?”
“She’s in the shower.” Santana answered with a roll of her eyes “She’s been in there for like half an hour already.”
“Maybe she’s processing.” Brittany suggested.
“Or maybe she’s doing a different kind of ‘processing’.” Santana smirked to herself.
“Oh my Barbra!” Rachel’s eyes widened when they settled on the alarm clock next to Brittany’s bed which read ’10:14am’ “I slept in for four hours!”
“It’s Saturday.” Brittany pointed out unsurely. She looked to Santana who nodded “Why would you have to be up early?”
“I have a strict schedule to stick to Brittany.” Rachel answered “If I break…”
“Blah, blah, blah…” Santana rolled her eyes “Fuck your schedule Ber...Rachel. You’re not doing that today.”
“But…”
“No.” Santana stated firmly as she lightly clamped her hand over Rachel’s mouth “I trust that you know your way around a kitchen?” Rachel nodded silently and Santana pulled her hand away “Good…You can help me cook breakfast.”
“I can help too.” Brittany offered brightly.
“Erm…Sure Britt.” Santana grimaced.
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A while later Brittany, Rachel and Santana were all fully dressed and in the kitchen. Rachel was alternating between making toast and brewing coffee while Santana was busy frying bacon and scrambling eggs. Santana had suggested that Brittany sit cooking out for a while when the blonde had accidentally set a kitchen towel on fire and ended up burning her finger. Brittany was currently pouting at the table, a couple of ice cubes wrapped in a towel pressed against the throbbing area on the pad of her right index finger.
“How’s your finger B?” Santana called out as she blew a strand of hair out of her eyes.
“It still hurts.” Brittany answered sullenly.
“Come here then.” Santana commanded. A moment later Brittany was at her side and Santana dropped the spatula before she turned around to take Brittany’s injured hand in both of her own. Her eyes met crystal blue as she brought the affected finger to her lips and placed a tender kiss on the red burn.
“Thanks San.” Brittany beamed before pressing a light kiss to Santana’s lips.
“Awww.” Rachel grinned as she watched the exchange “You two are so adorable!”
Santana cringed slightly at the high pitched tone of Rachel’s voice but she couldn’t help the smile that graced her lips. Remembering what she was doing, she quickly turned around and picked the spatula back up, being careful not to burn herself. She flipped the bacon over and smiled softly as Brittany wrapped her arms around her waist.
“That’s distracting.” Santana whispered as Brittany began to drop open mouthed kisses on her bare shoulder.
“You want me to stop?” Brittany knowingly asked as she stopped the action and rested her chin on Santana’s shoulder.
“Hell no.” Santana answered as a hand slipped underneath her tank top to draw teasing circles on her stomach.
Brittany chuckled at the fast answer and ducked her head to continue what she was doing.
“Hey Rach, pass me a plate.” Santana spoke up, her voice slightly shaky. There was no response but a moment later, a plate was being pressed into her hand “Thanks.”
“No problem.” Rachel answered as she went back to what she was doing. She made sure however to keep an eye on the two girls next to the stove as she found their blatant contentedness to be rather contagious and they were simply adorable to watch. She chuckled to herself as she watched them sway from side to side in time with the soft music pouring from the kitchen radio. Her attention was quickly diverted however as a different blonde walked into the kitchen, looking somewhat nervous “Quinn…Good morning!”
“Morning.” Quinn offered Rachel a small smile. She glanced at the giggling duo next to the stove but quickly glanced away in favour of sitting down at the island in the middle of the kitchen “Hey, can I smell…” she trailed off as Santana slid a plate of bacon across the counter. She noted that it was made just the way she liked it i.e. crispy but not totally burnt and her mouth immediately began to water “God, I love you.” She promptly froze at what she had said “Erm…You know…Just…Platonically. I mean…”
“I know what you mean.” Santana rolled her eyes and slid another plate across the table towards a furiously blushing Quinn.
“Did you know that ‘platonically’ comes from Plato?” Brittany spoke up as she chewed on a slice of Jam covered toast, earning herself three surprised looks “Because he didn’t talk about Love needing physical attraction…Which is why platonic means chaste love without physical or sexual attraction…like eros.”
Rachel looked positively stunned by Brittany’s knowledge of Greek Philosophy “Brittany, how do you know who Plato is?”
“I watched a documentary.” Brittany shrugged in response “He talked about caves and other worlds a lot so I thought it would be like Narnia…it wasn’t. But it was really interesting.”
“That’s…nice.” Rachel said. She turned her attention back to a bemused looking Quinn who merely shrugged before turning to the bacon in front of her.
Santana laughed at the statement and turned back to the stove. At times she was stunned by how much people underestimated her girlfriend.
“Hey Britt, I burrowed some of your clothes.” Quinn awkwardly said as she toyed with the string on the purple Paramore hoodie she had acquired from Brittany’s room “I hope that’s okay.”
“Sure.” Brittany smiled “You can burrow whatever you want.”
“Thanks.” Quinn returned the smile but she wasn’t quite able to meet Brittany’s eyes.
Santana rolled her eyes at the awkward atmosphere and set about pouring the scrambled eggs into a large bowl which she then set on the counter in front of Quinn.
“Are you trying to fatten me up?” Quinn asked around a mouthful of bacon.
“Sure, because I plan on eating you.” Santana smirked with an eye roll.
Upon hearing the statement Quinn’s mind instantly dropped to the gutter and she proceeded to choke on the bacon she was eating.
Santana quickly moved to Quinn’s side and hit her none too gently on the back to stop her choking. It apparently worked as the blonde dissolved into coughing as opposed to the red face choking she was displaying before.
“Ow!” Quinn exclaimed when the coughing finally stopped “That fucking hurt San!”
“I save your life and you whine about being whacked on the back.” Santana rolled her eyes “I’ll be sure to ignore you the next time you almost choke to death.”
“It hurt.” Quinn reiterated.
“Awww. Want me to kiss it better?” Santana teased. She wasn’t quite prepared for Quinn leaning away from her and she frowned at the guarded response “God, I was kidding.”
Rachel walked around the island to stand at Quinn’s side and gently rubbed her back “Are you okay Quinn?”
Quinn nodded and consciously leaned forward to kiss the brunette. When she pulled back she made purposeful eye contact with Santana before turning back to the food in front of her.
“Here’s your coffee.” Rachel said as she placed a cup of coffee in front of the blonde and sat next to her, grabbing a plate of her own.
Santana was slightly wounded by Quinn’s unspoken yet obvious statement and she moved to sit on the other side of the island. Brittany quickly joined her and Santana felt slightly comforted by her presence.
“Toast?” Brittany asked, offering up her own slice of toast to her girlfriend.
“Sure, thanks B.” Santana took a quick bite of the jam covered toast before turning back to Quinn and Rachel who were tensely silent as they ate “Hey…I need to say something.”
Quinn looked up “You already are saying something.”
“Last night…” Santana began tensely, still rather irritated by Quinn’s earlier comment “It was just sex and…It’s not going to happen again, right? So we should just…forget about it?” her statement came out as a question and she bit her lips unsurely.
“I’ve already forgotten about it.” Quinn said, focusing on the swirls in her coffee to avoid looking at her friends and girlfriend “It was a mistake and it shouldn’t have happened. We were drunk.”
“I wasn’t drunk.” Brittany pointed out innocently.
“Well either way, it meant nothing to me.” Quinn responded coldly even though she could feel her heart clenching in her chest, reminding her that last night had meant anything but nothing to her “So just forget about it…it was a mistake. A stupid, drunken mistake and it’s never going to happen again, okay?”
Santana focused on the anger that flared in her gut in an attempt to ignore the dull ache Quinn’s words brought to her chest. She was about to yell at the blonde for snapping at Brittany when Quinn stood up from the table and drained her coffee “Thanks for breakfast…But I have to go. I have to check in at home.”
“You’re not staying?” Brittany asked, obviously upset by Quinn’s earlier comment and the fact that she was leaving so promptly.
Quinn made the mistake of looking up to meet Brittany’s eyes and her heart instantly melted. Brittany was looking at her with sad blue eyes and the sight made Quinn want to sweep her up in a hug and tell her that yes, she would stay for as long as she was permitted to. A quick glance at the hickey on Brittany’s neck reminded her of the events of the previous night however and she knew she had to stick to her guns, if only for her own protection “Sorry Britt. My Mom might be getting worried about me so I should check in. I’ll see you at school on Monday though, okay?”
“Not tomorrow?” Brittany pouted.
“I’ll let you know.” Quinn answered before she glanced at Rachel who was hurriedly eating the cereal Santana had apologetically offered her, since they had no vegan products in the house. Brittany had been rather irritated by the lack of vegan friendly products in her house and she had vowed to Rachel that she would fix the problem “Are you coming Rach?”
“Yeah…Two minutes.” Rachel answered before she proceeded to try to drain her steaming coffee. A moment later it was pulled from her grasp and she was met by a frowning Santana “You’ll burn your mouth you muppet.”
Rachel was momentarily elated by the fact that Santana cared enough to take the hot drink away from her but she was quickly distracted by the thought as Quinn released a heavy sigh.
“I’ll meet you in the car.”
“Quinn!” Brittany exclaimed, effectively stopping the other blonde from leaving.
Quinn hesitantly turned back around “Britt?”
“Don’t I get a hug?” Brittany asked sadly.
Quinn was aware that the embrace would be emotional torture for her but she was unable to deny her best friend anything, especially not something as simple and innocent as a hug “…Sure.”
Brittany beamed and jumped out of her chair before she walked over to Quinn and hugged her tightly. Despite her better judgement Quinn sighed and relaxed into the embrace, allowing herself to revel in the sensation of her friends arms around her. In the back of her mind however she couldn’t help but worry that Brittany might begin to suspect something if she held on too tightly or for too long.
“Text me later okay?” Brittany beamed before she pulled back and gave Quinn a light kiss on the cheek, causing a blush to flare up.
“Sure.” Quinn smiled weakly before looking to Santana who was regarding her with an unreadable expression on her face “I’ll see you later.”
“Laters.” Santana responded as she watched Quinn turn and walk out of the kitchen.
“I should go.” Rachel sighed, looking rather disappointed at having to leave Brittany and Santana…and her coffee.
Brittany plucked the cup from Santana’s hand and gave it back to Rachel “Take it.”
“Thanks Britt.” Rachel smiled warmly and carefully hugged the perceptive blonde before shooting Santana a warm smile “Thanks for…everything.”
Santana genuinely returned the smile “No problem.”
After a quick goodbye and an assurance that she would return Brittany’s cup, Rachel was out of the door after Quinn.
“That was interesting.” Santana sighed as she poured herself a cup of caffeinated goodness “Quinn is freaking out.”
Brittany nodded in response as she reclaimed her seat next to Santana “She’ll be okay though…right? I mean Rachel isn’t freaking out so maybe she’ll talk to her…”
Santana frowned sadly and slipped her free hand into Brittany’s “I hope so Britt-Britt.”
TBC?