Fic: The Rating Game
Title: The Rating Game
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Brittany/Quinn/Rachel/Santana (yes, you read that right)
Prompt(s): Glee, Brittany/Quinn/Rachel/Santana, "thursday night pregame"
Summary: This is how they pregame.
Disclaimer: haha...please. If I owned them, they'd so do it every chance they got.
A/N: This was written for anomalousalanna, who has more faith in my ability to write a foursome than she probably should. This is also for the last day of the porn battle. I'm sad that it's all coming to an end. I hope to have two more fics posted later today. Now that this is done, maybe anomalousalanna will let me go to sleep. Anyway, I hope you like this. It's unbeta'd because it is 4:56 and the only two people still up are me and anomalousalanna and neither of us is in the state to beta.
Rachel was surprised to find that hanging out with the Cheerios was...well...kind of boring. She looked around at Santana's spacious room. Brittany was swiveling around in the computer chair, her blonde ponytail whipping around as she moved from side to side. Santana was flipping lazily through a magazine and periodically texting people on her phone. While Quinn nodded her head along to the music playing absentmindedly. Rachel had been surprised when Quinn had texted her the previous night and asked if she wanted to "hang out with the girls" during their weekly pregame sleepover at Santana's. After all, she and Quinn had only really been friends for about a month now. But she'd jumped at the chance to "hang out." She'd always wondered what it was like to be popular and the Cheerios were that if nothing else. This was her invitation to the inner circle, but so far the inner circle had been a little disappointing.
Quinn let out a frustrated groan, letting her head drop back on the mattress she was leaning against. "Tonight kind of sucks, guys. What the hell did we used to do before I wasn't a Cheerio?"
"Get drunk" "Play the rating game" Santana and Brittany chimed in at the same time. Brittany turned her head and blushed.
"What?" Rachel asked before she could stop the words from leaving her mouth.
Santana rolled her eyes and glared over at Quinn before she smirked. "We, uh, used to get drunk and pay the rating game. Quinn never told you about that? I thought you two were like total bffs now."
Dark eyes slid over to the blonde in question who hazel eyes had gone wide as she motioned for Santana to shut up. There was something intriguing about Quinn reluctance. Granted their friendship was still in the very early stages, but Rachel knew that Quinn had told her things that Brittany and Santana and even Finn didn't know. And this had the feelings of something juicy like gossip. "What's the rating game?" Quinn pressed her lips into a thin line. Rachel knew that meant that Quinn didn't want to talk about it. So she turned to the other Cheerios.
Brittany and Santana smirked at each other. "Oh, you know..." Santana said casually, still flipping through the magazine. "Kissing, touching, sucking..."
Rachel bit her lip in confusion. She looked back at Quinn, but the blonde was staring down at the floor. "So you rate those things? That sounds fun. I have always wondered what it was like to have friends that were worldly and experienced. I look forward to hearing how you rate the male population of our school."
"Oh we don't rate the boys," Brittany said in a tone that made Rachel suddenly feel like she was in an after school special about peer pressure.
Swallowing hard, Rachel digested the information. "O...kay, but if you don't rate the boys, then-"
"Enough! Ignore them, Rachel. They're just trying to mess with you." Quinn glared over at her friends. Santana shrugged, rolling her eyes.
"Don't try to act all innocent now." Brown eyes landed on Quinn's slightly noticeable baby bump as Santana spoke. "Your little gleek here deserves t to know that you aren't all that you pretend to be.
Seeing the challenge of wills as Quinn's eyes locked with Santana's, Rachel knew that what the Latina had said was at least the truth. She didn't know how she felt about the, but she wasn't too thrilled that Santana seemed to want to hold it over Quinn's head. "I want to try it," she said suddenly, surprising even herself.
The two girls looked over at her in shock. Santana recovered first. She grinned. "What do you say, Quinn? Your girl wants to try it."
Quinn tried to laugh it off. "She doesn't know what she's talking about. No one is trying anything. Let's just watch a movie or something."
Rachel stiffened her resolve. "Quinn, I am not a child. I am more than capable of deciding what I want. So Santana, tell me how this works."
The rules seemed simple enough they'd each kiss one another and decided who was the best. Rachel didn't really get the point, but she guessed anything sounded like a good idea if you were drunk. Santana had offered to provide the alcohol, but Rachel had quickly pointed out that alcohol greatly impaired one's judgement and they couldn't possibly "rate" each other properly if they were under the influence.
Brittany and Santana were the first ones to kiss. Rachel had to admit she could understand the appeal of two girls kissing. They were both beautiful and their lips moved together almost in a well choreographed dance. They parted after what Rachel thought was a long time, but she decided not to comment. Brittany moved on to Quinn then and they kissed as if they'd done it a million times. Something inside of Rachel burned a little at the sight of the two blondes together, but she ignored it. Their kiss ended a lot quicker and then Brittany moved on to her. Their kiss was pleasant. It was actually the first kiss she'd ever shared with another girl and somewhere in the back of her mind, she was disappointed that Quinn hadn't gone first. Their tongues met tentatively and before Rachel had time to figure out what exactly to do with her hands it was over.
The next person she kissed was Santana and it was met with great reluctance on both parts, but once they finally kissed, Rachel felt a little more confident and this time it was her tongue the sought entrance. She reveled in the taste of Santana's mouth, taking her time to explore as much as possible before they broke apart. She noted that when Quinn and Santana kissed it looked more like they hated each other than they enjoyed it. They fought for dominance and there were teeth involved. The familiar burn returned to Rachel's chest and she looked away. She felt Quinn grasp her shoulder's, turning her around. They hesitated as Rachel tried to read Quinn's eyes. Rachel gasped at the first brushing of Quinn's lips against her own and the blonde made this sound in the back of her throat before pressing her lips more firmly against Rachel's. The diva parted her lips readily as Quinn's tongue flicked against them. At the first touch, Rachel whimpered and her arms felt like they'd gone numb. She leaned forward and sucked lightly, causing Quinn to moan.
Quinn felt Rachel's kiss all the way to her toes. Kissing Brittany and Santana had never been like this and her body was reacting in the strangest ways. She pulled her mouth away, gasping for air. "I pick Rachel." She blurted out before blushing. She wasn't sure what she meant to say, but it hadn't been that.
"I vote Rachel too," Brittany chimed in, ducking Santana's glare.
Rachel was both surprised and ecstatic at hearing the news. "What about you, Santana?"The girl glared and mumbled something under her breath. "What?"
Santana's fist clenched at her sides. "I said, I pick you too."
*****
They'd played this game plenty of times before, but Brittany was pretty sure it had never lasted quite this long. And she was certain no one had ever taken any of their clothes off. But there she was, topless and pressed against the wall as Santana's lips sucked greedily at her nipples. She moaned loudly, glad that the house was empty because she was pretty sure one of the Lopez's would have crashed into the room by now.
"I pick Santana," she gasped.
"I'm calling bs on that one," Quinn challenged. "I have the scratches on my back to prove it."
"So, you think you're better with your tongue than I am?" Santana countered.
"Oh, I know I am." Quinn smirked and before any of them understood what was going on they'd moved to Santana's queen-sized bed. Quinn had Rachel pinned to the bed, straddling her hips. There were lips and hands and tongues everywhere. They adjusted and changed positions time and time against as kisses flowed from one person to another and soft moans and whimpers filled the air.
Quinn lips made their way down Rachel's fevered fleshed, pausing only to swirl her tongue in the diva's navel. The soft muscles of Rachel's abdomen rippled in response and Quinn wished she could take the time to explore, but thought better of it. She reached the sensitive skin just about juncture of Rachel's thighs. The moans and whimpers coming from Brittany and Santana became background noise as she focused on Rachel's soft pants. She spread surprisingly strong thighs, opening Rachel to her gaze. The light scent of the brunette's arousal was heady and Quinn licked her lips as she eyed the drenched, pink flesh. In the back of her mind she'd thought that maybe she'd be grossed out, but she definitely preferred this view over any dick anyday. She fought the urge to just dive in, deciding that she needed a moment to to build up the nerve. Her lips trailed up the sensitive skin of Rachel's inner thigh and she felt herself clench in sympathy as Rachel's hips bucked up. As she moved closer to her goal, her eyes lifted, gliding over the tempting rise and fall of Rachel's heaving chest and sliding over to the right, only to find that her fingers are buried deep inside of Santana and that Brittany is straddling her face. With a groan, Quinn let her mouth settle over the salty flesh. She gave herself time to get used to the new taste. It filled her mouth and settled over her taste buds.
This certainly tasted better than the alternative she thought as she moved her tongue slowly through the thick wetness. She really had no idea what she was doing. This wasn't like making out with Brittany. This was something all together different and as her tongue slid north and Rachel let out a strangled cry, she decided this was so much better than anything she'd ever experienced. She sat back on her knees, moving her tongue rapidly over the sensitive bud she'd discovered, taking great pleasure in the way Rachel's moans kept rising in octaves. She spread her legs slightly, surprised a little that she could still manage this position. Her hand slipped between them and she teased her own clit as she sucked lightly at Rachel's.
Santana reached for Brittany, pressing her lips against the blonde's to stifle the moan that managed to escape as Rachel curled her fingers just slightly, hitting a spot that made the Latina wonder if Rachel had done this before. She rode Rachel's fingers hard and fast, bearing her hips down so that the strokes were deep. She reached up and cupped Brittany's breast, teasing the already painfully erect nipple. Brittany reared back and Santana was transfixed on the girl's face as she pumped her hips once, twice and then a third time, stilling as Rachel's free hand grabbed her waist and she cried out her release. Rachel's fingers chose that very moment to hit the hidden spot inside of Santana and she fell forward, bracing herself on her hands as she gasped and whimpered before coming hard.
Rachel was pretty sure she was dying because Brittany's taste was in her mouth and her fingers were still buried inside of Santana and Quinn's tongue was doing things to her that she'd never imagined were possible. Teeth were added into the mix and Rachel almost shot off of the bed. She was pretty sure most people's first times weren't like this. In fact, she was pretty sure that most people twentieth times weren't like this. This was what she'd heard the boys talking about once she had overheard Finn and Puck discussing various pornographic movies that watched online. The very idea had filled her with disgust, but that was before she knew it felt like this. Brittany collapsed to her side and Quinn's fingers slid inside of her quickly, pushing past the barrier before she realized what she was doing. Rachel winced at the sting and bucked back. Quinn's eyes widened and her gaze flew to Rachel's. It was too late to ask if this was okay, but Rachel could see the question in those bright hazel eyes and she nodded slightly.
Quinn moaned into her flesh and moved her fingers slowly. It took a bit for the momentum to build again but pretty soon Rachel felt herself teetering on the edge of the abyss and it was far more intense than it ever had when she'd done this alone. Quinn's tongue worked her clit and Quinn's fingers were sliding deeper and deeper and without conscious thought, the fingers that were still inside of Santana began to move in sympathetic rhythm with Quinn's. Santana moaned, her inner muscles grabbed at Rachel's fingers as she coated them with new wetness. Rachel's back arched and her digits bent reflexively. Quinn bit down gently and Rachel came undone, shuddering uncontrollably. Somewhere in the distance she heard Santana whimper and felt the now familiar contractions around her fingers. Then Quinn took a long shuddering breath against her flesh and Rachel slid her fingers carefully from the cozy warmth and reached for the blonde former cheerleader, pulling Quinn up until she could kiss her. Their kiss was frantic and full of things they'd have to discuss at a later date. For now, she was content to have the girl settle next to her. Brittany curled into her front, her face buried into Rachel's neck as the girl's breath even and she felt the bed dip for a moment before they were covered by Santana's purple, plaid comforter. Rachel moved closer to Brittany so that Quinn could move closer to her, allowing Santana some room on the outside of Quinn. Rachel shifted her legs, wincing a little at the soreness, but it was all smoothed over by the feel of Quinn's lips pressing quickly to her exposed shoulder and the arm that draped securely over her waist. And that's how they all fell asleep, wrapped in each other's arms.
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Brittany/Quinn/Rachel/Santana (yes, you read that right)
Prompt(s): Glee, Brittany/Quinn/Rachel/Santana, "thursday night pregame"
Summary: This is how they pregame.
Disclaimer: haha...please. If I owned them, they'd so do it every chance they got.
A/N: This was written for anomalousalanna, who has more faith in my ability to write a foursome than she probably should. This is also for the last day of the porn battle. I'm sad that it's all coming to an end. I hope to have two more fics posted later today. Now that this is done, maybe anomalousalanna will let me go to sleep. Anyway, I hope you like this. It's unbeta'd because it is 4:56 and the only two people still up are me and anomalousalanna and neither of us is in the state to beta.
Rachel was surprised to find that hanging out with the Cheerios was...well...kind of boring. She looked around at Santana's spacious room. Brittany was swiveling around in the computer chair, her blonde ponytail whipping around as she moved from side to side. Santana was flipping lazily through a magazine and periodically texting people on her phone. While Quinn nodded her head along to the music playing absentmindedly. Rachel had been surprised when Quinn had texted her the previous night and asked if she wanted to "hang out with the girls" during their weekly pregame sleepover at Santana's. After all, she and Quinn had only really been friends for about a month now. But she'd jumped at the chance to "hang out." She'd always wondered what it was like to be popular and the Cheerios were that if nothing else. This was her invitation to the inner circle, but so far the inner circle had been a little disappointing.
Quinn let out a frustrated groan, letting her head drop back on the mattress she was leaning against. "Tonight kind of sucks, guys. What the hell did we used to do before I wasn't a Cheerio?"
"Get drunk" "Play the rating game" Santana and Brittany chimed in at the same time. Brittany turned her head and blushed.
"What?" Rachel asked before she could stop the words from leaving her mouth.
Santana rolled her eyes and glared over at Quinn before she smirked. "We, uh, used to get drunk and pay the rating game. Quinn never told you about that? I thought you two were like total bffs now."
Dark eyes slid over to the blonde in question who hazel eyes had gone wide as she motioned for Santana to shut up. There was something intriguing about Quinn reluctance. Granted their friendship was still in the very early stages, but Rachel knew that Quinn had told her things that Brittany and Santana and even Finn didn't know. And this had the feelings of something juicy like gossip. "What's the rating game?" Quinn pressed her lips into a thin line. Rachel knew that meant that Quinn didn't want to talk about it. So she turned to the other Cheerios.
Brittany and Santana smirked at each other. "Oh, you know..." Santana said casually, still flipping through the magazine. "Kissing, touching, sucking..."
Rachel bit her lip in confusion. She looked back at Quinn, but the blonde was staring down at the floor. "So you rate those things? That sounds fun. I have always wondered what it was like to have friends that were worldly and experienced. I look forward to hearing how you rate the male population of our school."
"Oh we don't rate the boys," Brittany said in a tone that made Rachel suddenly feel like she was in an after school special about peer pressure.
Swallowing hard, Rachel digested the information. "O...kay, but if you don't rate the boys, then-"
"Enough! Ignore them, Rachel. They're just trying to mess with you." Quinn glared over at her friends. Santana shrugged, rolling her eyes.
"Don't try to act all innocent now." Brown eyes landed on Quinn's slightly noticeable baby bump as Santana spoke. "Your little gleek here deserves t to know that you aren't all that you pretend to be.
Seeing the challenge of wills as Quinn's eyes locked with Santana's, Rachel knew that what the Latina had said was at least the truth. She didn't know how she felt about the, but she wasn't too thrilled that Santana seemed to want to hold it over Quinn's head. "I want to try it," she said suddenly, surprising even herself.
The two girls looked over at her in shock. Santana recovered first. She grinned. "What do you say, Quinn? Your girl wants to try it."
Quinn tried to laugh it off. "She doesn't know what she's talking about. No one is trying anything. Let's just watch a movie or something."
Rachel stiffened her resolve. "Quinn, I am not a child. I am more than capable of deciding what I want. So Santana, tell me how this works."
The rules seemed simple enough they'd each kiss one another and decided who was the best. Rachel didn't really get the point, but she guessed anything sounded like a good idea if you were drunk. Santana had offered to provide the alcohol, but Rachel had quickly pointed out that alcohol greatly impaired one's judgement and they couldn't possibly "rate" each other properly if they were under the influence.
Brittany and Santana were the first ones to kiss. Rachel had to admit she could understand the appeal of two girls kissing. They were both beautiful and their lips moved together almost in a well choreographed dance. They parted after what Rachel thought was a long time, but she decided not to comment. Brittany moved on to Quinn then and they kissed as if they'd done it a million times. Something inside of Rachel burned a little at the sight of the two blondes together, but she ignored it. Their kiss ended a lot quicker and then Brittany moved on to her. Their kiss was pleasant. It was actually the first kiss she'd ever shared with another girl and somewhere in the back of her mind, she was disappointed that Quinn hadn't gone first. Their tongues met tentatively and before Rachel had time to figure out what exactly to do with her hands it was over.
The next person she kissed was Santana and it was met with great reluctance on both parts, but once they finally kissed, Rachel felt a little more confident and this time it was her tongue the sought entrance. She reveled in the taste of Santana's mouth, taking her time to explore as much as possible before they broke apart. She noted that when Quinn and Santana kissed it looked more like they hated each other than they enjoyed it. They fought for dominance and there were teeth involved. The familiar burn returned to Rachel's chest and she looked away. She felt Quinn grasp her shoulder's, turning her around. They hesitated as Rachel tried to read Quinn's eyes. Rachel gasped at the first brushing of Quinn's lips against her own and the blonde made this sound in the back of her throat before pressing her lips more firmly against Rachel's. The diva parted her lips readily as Quinn's tongue flicked against them. At the first touch, Rachel whimpered and her arms felt like they'd gone numb. She leaned forward and sucked lightly, causing Quinn to moan.
Quinn felt Rachel's kiss all the way to her toes. Kissing Brittany and Santana had never been like this and her body was reacting in the strangest ways. She pulled her mouth away, gasping for air. "I pick Rachel." She blurted out before blushing. She wasn't sure what she meant to say, but it hadn't been that.
"I vote Rachel too," Brittany chimed in, ducking Santana's glare.
Rachel was both surprised and ecstatic at hearing the news. "What about you, Santana?"The girl glared and mumbled something under her breath. "What?"
Santana's fist clenched at her sides. "I said, I pick you too."
*****
They'd played this game plenty of times before, but Brittany was pretty sure it had never lasted quite this long. And she was certain no one had ever taken any of their clothes off. But there she was, topless and pressed against the wall as Santana's lips sucked greedily at her nipples. She moaned loudly, glad that the house was empty because she was pretty sure one of the Lopez's would have crashed into the room by now.
"I pick Santana," she gasped.
"I'm calling bs on that one," Quinn challenged. "I have the scratches on my back to prove it."
"So, you think you're better with your tongue than I am?" Santana countered.
"Oh, I know I am." Quinn smirked and before any of them understood what was going on they'd moved to Santana's queen-sized bed. Quinn had Rachel pinned to the bed, straddling her hips. There were lips and hands and tongues everywhere. They adjusted and changed positions time and time against as kisses flowed from one person to another and soft moans and whimpers filled the air.
Quinn lips made their way down Rachel's fevered fleshed, pausing only to swirl her tongue in the diva's navel. The soft muscles of Rachel's abdomen rippled in response and Quinn wished she could take the time to explore, but thought better of it. She reached the sensitive skin just about juncture of Rachel's thighs. The moans and whimpers coming from Brittany and Santana became background noise as she focused on Rachel's soft pants. She spread surprisingly strong thighs, opening Rachel to her gaze. The light scent of the brunette's arousal was heady and Quinn licked her lips as she eyed the drenched, pink flesh. In the back of her mind she'd thought that maybe she'd be grossed out, but she definitely preferred this view over any dick anyday. She fought the urge to just dive in, deciding that she needed a moment to to build up the nerve. Her lips trailed up the sensitive skin of Rachel's inner thigh and she felt herself clench in sympathy as Rachel's hips bucked up. As she moved closer to her goal, her eyes lifted, gliding over the tempting rise and fall of Rachel's heaving chest and sliding over to the right, only to find that her fingers are buried deep inside of Santana and that Brittany is straddling her face. With a groan, Quinn let her mouth settle over the salty flesh. She gave herself time to get used to the new taste. It filled her mouth and settled over her taste buds.
This certainly tasted better than the alternative she thought as she moved her tongue slowly through the thick wetness. She really had no idea what she was doing. This wasn't like making out with Brittany. This was something all together different and as her tongue slid north and Rachel let out a strangled cry, she decided this was so much better than anything she'd ever experienced. She sat back on her knees, moving her tongue rapidly over the sensitive bud she'd discovered, taking great pleasure in the way Rachel's moans kept rising in octaves. She spread her legs slightly, surprised a little that she could still manage this position. Her hand slipped between them and she teased her own clit as she sucked lightly at Rachel's.
Santana reached for Brittany, pressing her lips against the blonde's to stifle the moan that managed to escape as Rachel curled her fingers just slightly, hitting a spot that made the Latina wonder if Rachel had done this before. She rode Rachel's fingers hard and fast, bearing her hips down so that the strokes were deep. She reached up and cupped Brittany's breast, teasing the already painfully erect nipple. Brittany reared back and Santana was transfixed on the girl's face as she pumped her hips once, twice and then a third time, stilling as Rachel's free hand grabbed her waist and she cried out her release. Rachel's fingers chose that very moment to hit the hidden spot inside of Santana and she fell forward, bracing herself on her hands as she gasped and whimpered before coming hard.
Rachel was pretty sure she was dying because Brittany's taste was in her mouth and her fingers were still buried inside of Santana and Quinn's tongue was doing things to her that she'd never imagined were possible. Teeth were added into the mix and Rachel almost shot off of the bed. She was pretty sure most people's first times weren't like this. In fact, she was pretty sure that most people twentieth times weren't like this. This was what she'd heard the boys talking about once she had overheard Finn and Puck discussing various pornographic movies that watched online. The very idea had filled her with disgust, but that was before she knew it felt like this. Brittany collapsed to her side and Quinn's fingers slid inside of her quickly, pushing past the barrier before she realized what she was doing. Rachel winced at the sting and bucked back. Quinn's eyes widened and her gaze flew to Rachel's. It was too late to ask if this was okay, but Rachel could see the question in those bright hazel eyes and she nodded slightly.
Quinn moaned into her flesh and moved her fingers slowly. It took a bit for the momentum to build again but pretty soon Rachel felt herself teetering on the edge of the abyss and it was far more intense than it ever had when she'd done this alone. Quinn's tongue worked her clit and Quinn's fingers were sliding deeper and deeper and without conscious thought, the fingers that were still inside of Santana began to move in sympathetic rhythm with Quinn's. Santana moaned, her inner muscles grabbed at Rachel's fingers as she coated them with new wetness. Rachel's back arched and her digits bent reflexively. Quinn bit down gently and Rachel came undone, shuddering uncontrollably. Somewhere in the distance she heard Santana whimper and felt the now familiar contractions around her fingers. Then Quinn took a long shuddering breath against her flesh and Rachel slid her fingers carefully from the cozy warmth and reached for the blonde former cheerleader, pulling Quinn up until she could kiss her. Their kiss was frantic and full of things they'd have to discuss at a later date. For now, she was content to have the girl settle next to her. Brittany curled into her front, her face buried into Rachel's neck as the girl's breath even and she felt the bed dip for a moment before they were covered by Santana's purple, plaid comforter. Rachel moved closer to Brittany so that Quinn could move closer to her, allowing Santana some room on the outside of Quinn. Rachel shifted her legs, wincing a little at the soreness, but it was all smoothed over by the feel of Quinn's lips pressing quickly to her exposed shoulder and the arm that draped securely over her waist. And that's how they all fell asleep, wrapped in each other's arms.