A Million Reasons 3/3
Title: I Could Give A Million Reasons (why we should not be friends)
Fandom: Glee
Pairing: Brittany/Santana/Quinn
Rating: R
Spoilers: Through all of season one
Summary: It doesn’t matter if Quinn likes girls, because she’s never going to do anything about it.
Notes: Written for Onomatopoetic. Title from Jay Brannan’s song Half-boyfriend.
She expects Santana to kick her ass, but surprisingly, she doesn’t. Instead, she just keeps making suggestive comments about Quinn hooking up with every girl they’ve ever met, but she does it in a nice way, which means that it’s only when no one else except Brittany is around. She’s not going to ruin Quinn’s slowly strengthening reputation.
What changes is that both Brittany and Santana start to be more casual, and more touchy feely around her. And not just with each other, but with Quinn too. It starts when they’re watching Mean Girls on Santana’s couch - none of them would ever admit it, but they’d modeled themselves on the Plastics back in elementary school when they’d planned to rule McKinley High - and Brittany pulls Quinn into her arms and hugs her throughout the entire movie, instead of cuddling with Santana. Quinn is surprised, but she lets her, and they all quote along with the movie like normal.
It doesn’t stop there though - Brittany keeps holding onto Quinn’s arm when they walk around school, and Santana leans on her shoulder when they sit next to each other and sometimes Brittany will kiss her on the cheek completely casually, as if she’s always done it.
Quinn comes to expect it, and then to look forward to it. Nobody else seems to notice anything at all, so Quinn lets it happen, and doesn’t question it.
---
A few months before Nationals, Mr Schue pairs them up to do duets again, and Santana and Quinn end up together. The aim is to find a show tune that expresses a strong emotion, and before Quinn can say anything, Santana has suggested What is this Feeling from Wicked. Quinn shrugs, and after practice all three of them go back to her place to rehearse.
Brittany lounges on Quinn’s bed, playing with her laptop, while Quinn and Santana argue over who gets to take which part. Santana wins, and takes the part of Elphaba, and then they argue about harmonies. When they’ve sung along to the CD a few times, they work on their choreography, with Brittany directing.
Finally, after an hour and a half, they run it properly, singing with the CD and dancing around the room. At the end, when Elphaba is supposed to laugh, Santana kisses her.
Quinn squeaks in shock, and pushes her off.
“What are you doing?” she demands, eyes wide.
“You couldn’t tell?” Santana drawls, eyebrows raised. “Christ, I knew it had been a while, Q, but -,”
“You kissed me!” Quinn interrupts, unable to stop staring. She shoots a look at Brittany, who looks completely relaxed. “Why did you kiss me?”
“Come on,” Santana scoffs. “It’s a love song. How else would I end it?”
“It is not a love song!” Quinn protests. “They hate each other.”
“Oh my god, Fabray,’ Santana shakes her head. “Have you ever even seen the musical?”
“Have you?” Quinn shoots back.
Santana looks embarrassed.
“I love it,” Brittany says enthusiastically. “We went twice.”
“Whatever,” Santana snaps. “They’re totally into each other, ok?”
“Fine, whatever,” Quinn says. “Let’s just run it again.”
As the music starts, Quinn misses her cue, and instead of reading the letter to her parents, she asks, “Are you going to kiss me again?”
Santana winks at her. “Do you want me to?”
Quinn blushes.
They go through it again, and as they approach the end, Quinn waits, a little tense. When the song’s almost over, Santana presses her lips against Quinn’s once again.
This time, Quinn kisses back, and then scrambles away, looking guiltily at Brittany.
“Where are you going, loser?” Santana asks. “You’re ruining the end of the song.”
“I -,” Quinn cuts herself off. “We can’t - I mean - what about Brittany?”
They both turn to the blonde who’s still relaxed on Quinn’s bed. “What?” Brittany asks. “Santana likes kissing.”
Quinn blinks, and wonders if that’s permission. She’s aware that, even now, Brittany and Santana’s relationship isn’t clearly defined. But they both seem totally fine with it, so Quinn shrugs and gives in.
They run it a few more times, each with kisses lasting longer than the one before, and then break with the promise of practicing again tomorrow. After they’re gone, Quinn lies on her bed with a strange feeling in her stomach. She knows she should feel bad about this, but she really liked kissing Santana.
When they perform it in Glee at the end of the week, Quinn’s heart is beating fast. She cracks the others up with the choreography - for which she has Brittany to thank - and she’s pleased, but the whole time she’s focused on the end of the song, and wondering if Santana’s going to kiss her here, in front of everyone. She kind of really, really hopes she will.
When they reach the end of the song, Santana shouts ‘Boo!’ and Quinn screams, and this is the part where normally they kiss. But a second goes by without anything, and Quinn’s feeling the disappointment wash over her when suddenly Santana’s lips are against her own. Quinn kisses back automatically, and until they break apart, she doesn’t hear the cheers of the boys, and the gasps from everyone else.
She blushes, but Rachel’s already standing up, telling them that she’s excessively pleased that they’d found the deeper meaning in the song - although she wouldn’t have expressed it in quite the same manner.
“Shut up, Rachel,” she and Santana both say, but it’s friendly, and Rachel grins happily at them before taking her turn with Tina to do a hilarious rendition of It Sucks to be Me.
By the end of practice, Mr Schue is still blushing and coughing every time he looks at Santana and Quinn. As soon as he’s rushed away, Matt tells them all that his parents are out of town for the weekend, so he’s throwing a party.
“Awesome,” Puck crows, leering at Quinn and Santana. “You can continue your show.”
Quinn feels her whole body flush, but Santana rolls her eyes and hits Puck in the arm. He winces.
On Saturday night, Quinn shows up to Matt’s house around nine o’clock. There’s already a whole bunch of people there, and the music is turned up so loud she can hardly hear Matt’s voice as he lets her in. She accepts a drink from him, and looks around for somebody she knows.
She ends up sitting with Finn on a couch, which is awkward because they really haven’t talked since the baby drama. They manage a conversation, and Quinn downs too many drinks to make it less weird, so by the time Brittany and Santana show up, she’s buzzed.
“Hey,” Brittany says, giving her a hug hello. Her hands are kind of inappropriately low, but Quinn only grins and hugs back.
“Hey!” she shouts back, and gives Santana a hug too, who returns it loosely. “Isn’t this party awesome?”
Santana laughs, and takes the drink out of Quinn’s hand, finishing it in one gulp. “Sure, Fabray,” she says, and then adds, “I’m going to the bathroom.”
She threads her way through the crowd and out of sight, and Quinn turns to Brittany. She’s grinning, unable to stop herself. Her grin only grows wider when Brittany grabs her hand, interlocking their fingers.
“Come on,” Brittany shouts into her ear. “Let’s go dance.”
Quinn follows behind, her eyes still bright, as they join what is serving as a dance floor. They get pushed together by everyone else, and as they dance, Quinn can feel Brittany’s body moving against her own. She feels suddenly warm.
Brittany grins down at her, and steps even closer, looping her arms around Quinn. She moves her hips against Quinn’s, and Quinn smiles a little uncertainly, but doesn’t move away. Brittany’s hands slide down and further down still, and suddenly they’re cupping Quinn’s ass. Quinn’s eyes go wide.
“Britt,” she starts, but Brittany puts her hands on Quinn’s shoulders and turns her around so that Quinn’s back is pressed against Brittany’s front.
“Don’t worry, Q,” Brittany says in her ear. “Just dance.”
So Quinn does, letting Brittany’s hands run over her skin. Honestly, it’s a little bit worrying, but kind of fun, too, and that’s when Brittany steps it up.
Quinn gasps, because Brittany’s kind of grinding against her, her hands way too close to Quinn’s breasts, and holy shit, is that Brittany’s mouth on her neck?
Quinn squeaks and pulls away, half turning around, and that’s when she sees Santana approaching from the other side of the room.
Quinn’s eyes widen, and she scrambles away from Brittany altogether because Santana had to have seen that and Quinn’s made out with Santana but she’s never done anything with Brittany other than innocent kisses and touches and shit, shit, shit, Santana’s going to freaking cut her. Quinn wants to be a badass and fight back, but she’s had too much to drink and she doesn’t think she’s up to fighting Santana right now.
But the world must have ended, because when Santana reaches them, she just takes Brittany’s hand and nods at Quinn.
“Hey, Q,” she says casually, and Quinn can’t stop herself from staring.
“Hey,” she responds, frowning, because Santana should be hitting her right now and she isn’t, and it’s weird.
“Let’s go upstairs,” Brittany says brightly. “I heard Matt’s bedroom door has a lock on it.”
She doesn’t seem to be directing her words at either one of them in particular, but Quinn turns away, because if Santana and Brittany are locking themselves in a bedroom, that’s something she’s definitely not a part of.
“Quinn,” Brittany says, and she’s frowning. “Where are you going?”
“Uh,” Quinn says, blinking at them. “I thought you guys were going upstairs.”
“We are,” Brittany says, and then she holds a hand out to Quinn.
Quinn stares at it for a moment, confused. Brittany’s other hand is holding tightly to Santana’s, and Quinn stands stupidly as she tries to figure out what’s going on.
Brittany nudges Santana, and Santana sighs and puts out her other hand to Quinn.
“Come on, Q,” she snaps. “Can’t you see what we’re offering here?”
The realization washes over her, and Quinn’s eyes go wider than she’d thought was possible. She stares down at their hands and then back up to their faces, and she gulps because holy shit, they’re serious about this.
“Are you -,” she tries, and then stops, because her voice is a squeak.
“We want you,” Brittany says simply. “Don’t you want us?”
All around them is the noise of the party. There’s a couple making out on the couch, and some guys stacking beer cans into a pyramid, and a bunch of kids doing shots and cheering each other on. It’s all so normal, and ordinary, and Quinn’s standing in the middle of it being propositioned by her two best friends.
“Um,” she says.
Santana’s eyes flash, and she glares. “Christ, Q, it’s not fucking rocket science,” she says. “Do you want to or not?”
Quinn hesitates. On the surface of her mind, she’s freaking out, but underneath that, there’s a feeling of yes.
“Come with us, Quinn,” Brittany says earnestly. “Please?”
Behind them, she can hear Puck making lewd comments about a girl who just walked in. She swallows, looking at Brittany’s pleading face, and takes their hands.
Brittany beams.
---
It’s a little awkward, that first time with the three of them. Brittany leads them upstairs and into Matt’s room, where it’s quieter and darker. She lets go of them to wrestle with the lock on the door, but Santana keeps holding onto Quinn’s hand, which is weird because Quinn had kind of figured that Santana was only doing this for Brittany’s sake.
But then Brittany clicks the lock into place and comes back over to them, and then they’re right there in front of her, and Quinn can only stand there, nervous and unsure. She really doesn’t know what she’s doing, because she’s only had sex one time before, and that was with a guy, when there were only two of them in the room, and she’s not sure how this is all going to work. Her heart is thumping loudly, and she doesn’t know if it’s fear or excitement. Maybe it’s a combination of both.
“Don’t worry, Q,” Brittany whispers. “We’ll take care of you.”
And then she’s kissing her, her lips soft but insistent against Quinn’s own, and Quinn’s kissing back automatically before she has time to think about it. Brittany pulls away and Santana steps in to take her place, kissing more forcefully than Brittany had. And then Santana turns around to kiss Brittany, and Quinn stands still, watching them, sure that she’s supposed to be doing something, but her brain has stopped working and she doesn’t know what to do.
She didn’t think she’d ever be standing here, watching her two best friends make out in front of her and waiting for her turn.
Santana turns to grin at her, and it tugs at something low in Quinn’s stomach. She holds tight to Santana’s hand, and lets herself be led to the bed.
---
So, ok, the sex isn’t totally awesome, because Quinn really doesn’t know what she’s doing, and so she doesn’t do much of anything. She lets the others do things to her; undressing her and kissing her and touching her and finally, after a few freak outs, letting Santana slip her hand between her thighs. It’s an amazing feeling, what Santana’s giving her, and Quinn closes her eyes and lets it wash over her. Brittany’s on her other side, peppering kisses over her skin, and when Quinn finally goes still, Brittany presses her lips against Quinn’s again, bringing her back down.
She relaxes afterwards, mainly just watching as Brittany and Santana continue on with each other. She’s happy to be kissed when they feel like it, and she even dares to cup one of Brittany’s breasts while Santana’s got her head between Brittany’s legs. Brittany moans when she does it, and it makes Quinn a little proud. When it’s Santana’s turn, and Brittany’s two fingers deep in her, Santana pulls Quinn forward and runs her hands over her. It’s surprising, but it’s good.
She’d expected that when it was all over, she’d be kicked out of the room to leave them in peace, but as Santana comes down from her high, Brittany lies down, wrapping her arms around Quinn. Santana, when she opens her eyes again, puts her arm over both of them, and they all lie there in silence for a few minutes, waiting for their breathing to go back to normal.
“So,” Quinn says finally. “I guess - I guess I should leave you guys alone now.”
She tries to sit up, but Brittany squeaks and Santana holds her down.
“Don’t go,” Brittany says, and Santana sits up to look down at her.
“Seriously, Fabray, how are you this fucking stupid?” she asks. “We’re not just asking you for sex.”
Quinn blinks up at her, speechless. “But then-,”
“We want you,” Brittany says again, sitting up too. “We want you to be our girlfriend.”
Quinn concentrates very hard on breathing in and out. “Girlfriend,” she repeats on an exhale.
“Yeah,” Brittany nods. “And we’d be yours.”
Quinn stares at them, and then somebody bangs on the door.
“Who’s in there?” a guy’s voice shouts.
Quinn tenses, and scrambles off the bed to grab her clothes. Brittany and Santana follow, getting dressed quickly, and when they’re all decent, Quinn opens the door.
Matt’s standing there, frowning. When he sees the three of them come out, he relaxes.
“Oh, hey guys,” he says. “I’m so glad it was you in there. I thought there were people having sex in my bed or something.”
Santana smirks, and none of them say anything.
---
Quinn flees straight home from the party, avoiding Brittany calling after her. She spends all of the next day locked in her room, considering what had happened the night before. She can’t quite believe she had sex with her best friends. She can’t believe they asked her to become part of their relationship.
She especially can’t believe she wants to say yes.
“Mom?” she says at dinner that night. “If God says something’s wrong, is it wrong in every situation?”
Judy looks at her sharply. “What do you mean, Quinnie?”
“Well,” Quinn says, and hesitates, choosing her words carefully. “I mean - what if you love the wrong person?” Or people, she adds in her mind, but she can’t bring herself to say it out loud.
Judy’s eyes soften, and she puts her hand over Quinn’s on the table. “Honey, you can love whoever you want,” she says. “I don’t care. And if it’s real love, God won’t care either. He wants you to be happy.”
Quinn finds herself blinking back tears. “Thanks, Mom,” she whispers.
---
When she gets to school the next morning, Santana doesn’t meet her eyes, and Brittany looks worried.
“Yes,” Quinn says quietly, catching up to them in the hallway. “Yes, I want you guys. I want to be your girlfriend.”
They stare at her for a moment, and then Brittany breaks out into a huge smile. Santana’s almost grinning, too. Brittany throws her arms around Quinn and kisses her on the cheek.
“We’re all going to make each other so happy,” she promises Quinn.
Quinn believes her.
Fandom: Glee
Pairing: Brittany/Santana/Quinn
Rating: R
Spoilers: Through all of season one
Summary: It doesn’t matter if Quinn likes girls, because she’s never going to do anything about it.
Notes: Written for Onomatopoetic. Title from Jay Brannan’s song Half-boyfriend.
She expects Santana to kick her ass, but surprisingly, she doesn’t. Instead, she just keeps making suggestive comments about Quinn hooking up with every girl they’ve ever met, but she does it in a nice way, which means that it’s only when no one else except Brittany is around. She’s not going to ruin Quinn’s slowly strengthening reputation.
What changes is that both Brittany and Santana start to be more casual, and more touchy feely around her. And not just with each other, but with Quinn too. It starts when they’re watching Mean Girls on Santana’s couch - none of them would ever admit it, but they’d modeled themselves on the Plastics back in elementary school when they’d planned to rule McKinley High - and Brittany pulls Quinn into her arms and hugs her throughout the entire movie, instead of cuddling with Santana. Quinn is surprised, but she lets her, and they all quote along with the movie like normal.
It doesn’t stop there though - Brittany keeps holding onto Quinn’s arm when they walk around school, and Santana leans on her shoulder when they sit next to each other and sometimes Brittany will kiss her on the cheek completely casually, as if she’s always done it.
Quinn comes to expect it, and then to look forward to it. Nobody else seems to notice anything at all, so Quinn lets it happen, and doesn’t question it.
---
A few months before Nationals, Mr Schue pairs them up to do duets again, and Santana and Quinn end up together. The aim is to find a show tune that expresses a strong emotion, and before Quinn can say anything, Santana has suggested What is this Feeling from Wicked. Quinn shrugs, and after practice all three of them go back to her place to rehearse.
Brittany lounges on Quinn’s bed, playing with her laptop, while Quinn and Santana argue over who gets to take which part. Santana wins, and takes the part of Elphaba, and then they argue about harmonies. When they’ve sung along to the CD a few times, they work on their choreography, with Brittany directing.
Finally, after an hour and a half, they run it properly, singing with the CD and dancing around the room. At the end, when Elphaba is supposed to laugh, Santana kisses her.
Quinn squeaks in shock, and pushes her off.
“What are you doing?” she demands, eyes wide.
“You couldn’t tell?” Santana drawls, eyebrows raised. “Christ, I knew it had been a while, Q, but -,”
“You kissed me!” Quinn interrupts, unable to stop staring. She shoots a look at Brittany, who looks completely relaxed. “Why did you kiss me?”
“Come on,” Santana scoffs. “It’s a love song. How else would I end it?”
“It is not a love song!” Quinn protests. “They hate each other.”
“Oh my god, Fabray,’ Santana shakes her head. “Have you ever even seen the musical?”
“Have you?” Quinn shoots back.
Santana looks embarrassed.
“I love it,” Brittany says enthusiastically. “We went twice.”
“Whatever,” Santana snaps. “They’re totally into each other, ok?”
“Fine, whatever,” Quinn says. “Let’s just run it again.”
As the music starts, Quinn misses her cue, and instead of reading the letter to her parents, she asks, “Are you going to kiss me again?”
Santana winks at her. “Do you want me to?”
Quinn blushes.
They go through it again, and as they approach the end, Quinn waits, a little tense. When the song’s almost over, Santana presses her lips against Quinn’s once again.
This time, Quinn kisses back, and then scrambles away, looking guiltily at Brittany.
“Where are you going, loser?” Santana asks. “You’re ruining the end of the song.”
“I -,” Quinn cuts herself off. “We can’t - I mean - what about Brittany?”
They both turn to the blonde who’s still relaxed on Quinn’s bed. “What?” Brittany asks. “Santana likes kissing.”
Quinn blinks, and wonders if that’s permission. She’s aware that, even now, Brittany and Santana’s relationship isn’t clearly defined. But they both seem totally fine with it, so Quinn shrugs and gives in.
They run it a few more times, each with kisses lasting longer than the one before, and then break with the promise of practicing again tomorrow. After they’re gone, Quinn lies on her bed with a strange feeling in her stomach. She knows she should feel bad about this, but she really liked kissing Santana.
When they perform it in Glee at the end of the week, Quinn’s heart is beating fast. She cracks the others up with the choreography - for which she has Brittany to thank - and she’s pleased, but the whole time she’s focused on the end of the song, and wondering if Santana’s going to kiss her here, in front of everyone. She kind of really, really hopes she will.
When they reach the end of the song, Santana shouts ‘Boo!’ and Quinn screams, and this is the part where normally they kiss. But a second goes by without anything, and Quinn’s feeling the disappointment wash over her when suddenly Santana’s lips are against her own. Quinn kisses back automatically, and until they break apart, she doesn’t hear the cheers of the boys, and the gasps from everyone else.
She blushes, but Rachel’s already standing up, telling them that she’s excessively pleased that they’d found the deeper meaning in the song - although she wouldn’t have expressed it in quite the same manner.
“Shut up, Rachel,” she and Santana both say, but it’s friendly, and Rachel grins happily at them before taking her turn with Tina to do a hilarious rendition of It Sucks to be Me.
By the end of practice, Mr Schue is still blushing and coughing every time he looks at Santana and Quinn. As soon as he’s rushed away, Matt tells them all that his parents are out of town for the weekend, so he’s throwing a party.
“Awesome,” Puck crows, leering at Quinn and Santana. “You can continue your show.”
Quinn feels her whole body flush, but Santana rolls her eyes and hits Puck in the arm. He winces.
On Saturday night, Quinn shows up to Matt’s house around nine o’clock. There’s already a whole bunch of people there, and the music is turned up so loud she can hardly hear Matt’s voice as he lets her in. She accepts a drink from him, and looks around for somebody she knows.
She ends up sitting with Finn on a couch, which is awkward because they really haven’t talked since the baby drama. They manage a conversation, and Quinn downs too many drinks to make it less weird, so by the time Brittany and Santana show up, she’s buzzed.
“Hey,” Brittany says, giving her a hug hello. Her hands are kind of inappropriately low, but Quinn only grins and hugs back.
“Hey!” she shouts back, and gives Santana a hug too, who returns it loosely. “Isn’t this party awesome?”
Santana laughs, and takes the drink out of Quinn’s hand, finishing it in one gulp. “Sure, Fabray,” she says, and then adds, “I’m going to the bathroom.”
She threads her way through the crowd and out of sight, and Quinn turns to Brittany. She’s grinning, unable to stop herself. Her grin only grows wider when Brittany grabs her hand, interlocking their fingers.
“Come on,” Brittany shouts into her ear. “Let’s go dance.”
Quinn follows behind, her eyes still bright, as they join what is serving as a dance floor. They get pushed together by everyone else, and as they dance, Quinn can feel Brittany’s body moving against her own. She feels suddenly warm.
Brittany grins down at her, and steps even closer, looping her arms around Quinn. She moves her hips against Quinn’s, and Quinn smiles a little uncertainly, but doesn’t move away. Brittany’s hands slide down and further down still, and suddenly they’re cupping Quinn’s ass. Quinn’s eyes go wide.
“Britt,” she starts, but Brittany puts her hands on Quinn’s shoulders and turns her around so that Quinn’s back is pressed against Brittany’s front.
“Don’t worry, Q,” Brittany says in her ear. “Just dance.”
So Quinn does, letting Brittany’s hands run over her skin. Honestly, it’s a little bit worrying, but kind of fun, too, and that’s when Brittany steps it up.
Quinn gasps, because Brittany’s kind of grinding against her, her hands way too close to Quinn’s breasts, and holy shit, is that Brittany’s mouth on her neck?
Quinn squeaks and pulls away, half turning around, and that’s when she sees Santana approaching from the other side of the room.
Quinn’s eyes widen, and she scrambles away from Brittany altogether because Santana had to have seen that and Quinn’s made out with Santana but she’s never done anything with Brittany other than innocent kisses and touches and shit, shit, shit, Santana’s going to freaking cut her. Quinn wants to be a badass and fight back, but she’s had too much to drink and she doesn’t think she’s up to fighting Santana right now.
But the world must have ended, because when Santana reaches them, she just takes Brittany’s hand and nods at Quinn.
“Hey, Q,” she says casually, and Quinn can’t stop herself from staring.
“Hey,” she responds, frowning, because Santana should be hitting her right now and she isn’t, and it’s weird.
“Let’s go upstairs,” Brittany says brightly. “I heard Matt’s bedroom door has a lock on it.”
She doesn’t seem to be directing her words at either one of them in particular, but Quinn turns away, because if Santana and Brittany are locking themselves in a bedroom, that’s something she’s definitely not a part of.
“Quinn,” Brittany says, and she’s frowning. “Where are you going?”
“Uh,” Quinn says, blinking at them. “I thought you guys were going upstairs.”
“We are,” Brittany says, and then she holds a hand out to Quinn.
Quinn stares at it for a moment, confused. Brittany’s other hand is holding tightly to Santana’s, and Quinn stands stupidly as she tries to figure out what’s going on.
Brittany nudges Santana, and Santana sighs and puts out her other hand to Quinn.
“Come on, Q,” she snaps. “Can’t you see what we’re offering here?”
The realization washes over her, and Quinn’s eyes go wider than she’d thought was possible. She stares down at their hands and then back up to their faces, and she gulps because holy shit, they’re serious about this.
“Are you -,” she tries, and then stops, because her voice is a squeak.
“We want you,” Brittany says simply. “Don’t you want us?”
All around them is the noise of the party. There’s a couple making out on the couch, and some guys stacking beer cans into a pyramid, and a bunch of kids doing shots and cheering each other on. It’s all so normal, and ordinary, and Quinn’s standing in the middle of it being propositioned by her two best friends.
“Um,” she says.
Santana’s eyes flash, and she glares. “Christ, Q, it’s not fucking rocket science,” she says. “Do you want to or not?”
Quinn hesitates. On the surface of her mind, she’s freaking out, but underneath that, there’s a feeling of yes.
“Come with us, Quinn,” Brittany says earnestly. “Please?”
Behind them, she can hear Puck making lewd comments about a girl who just walked in. She swallows, looking at Brittany’s pleading face, and takes their hands.
Brittany beams.
---
It’s a little awkward, that first time with the three of them. Brittany leads them upstairs and into Matt’s room, where it’s quieter and darker. She lets go of them to wrestle with the lock on the door, but Santana keeps holding onto Quinn’s hand, which is weird because Quinn had kind of figured that Santana was only doing this for Brittany’s sake.
But then Brittany clicks the lock into place and comes back over to them, and then they’re right there in front of her, and Quinn can only stand there, nervous and unsure. She really doesn’t know what she’s doing, because she’s only had sex one time before, and that was with a guy, when there were only two of them in the room, and she’s not sure how this is all going to work. Her heart is thumping loudly, and she doesn’t know if it’s fear or excitement. Maybe it’s a combination of both.
“Don’t worry, Q,” Brittany whispers. “We’ll take care of you.”
And then she’s kissing her, her lips soft but insistent against Quinn’s own, and Quinn’s kissing back automatically before she has time to think about it. Brittany pulls away and Santana steps in to take her place, kissing more forcefully than Brittany had. And then Santana turns around to kiss Brittany, and Quinn stands still, watching them, sure that she’s supposed to be doing something, but her brain has stopped working and she doesn’t know what to do.
She didn’t think she’d ever be standing here, watching her two best friends make out in front of her and waiting for her turn.
Santana turns to grin at her, and it tugs at something low in Quinn’s stomach. She holds tight to Santana’s hand, and lets herself be led to the bed.
---
So, ok, the sex isn’t totally awesome, because Quinn really doesn’t know what she’s doing, and so she doesn’t do much of anything. She lets the others do things to her; undressing her and kissing her and touching her and finally, after a few freak outs, letting Santana slip her hand between her thighs. It’s an amazing feeling, what Santana’s giving her, and Quinn closes her eyes and lets it wash over her. Brittany’s on her other side, peppering kisses over her skin, and when Quinn finally goes still, Brittany presses her lips against Quinn’s again, bringing her back down.
She relaxes afterwards, mainly just watching as Brittany and Santana continue on with each other. She’s happy to be kissed when they feel like it, and she even dares to cup one of Brittany’s breasts while Santana’s got her head between Brittany’s legs. Brittany moans when she does it, and it makes Quinn a little proud. When it’s Santana’s turn, and Brittany’s two fingers deep in her, Santana pulls Quinn forward and runs her hands over her. It’s surprising, but it’s good.
She’d expected that when it was all over, she’d be kicked out of the room to leave them in peace, but as Santana comes down from her high, Brittany lies down, wrapping her arms around Quinn. Santana, when she opens her eyes again, puts her arm over both of them, and they all lie there in silence for a few minutes, waiting for their breathing to go back to normal.
“So,” Quinn says finally. “I guess - I guess I should leave you guys alone now.”
She tries to sit up, but Brittany squeaks and Santana holds her down.
“Don’t go,” Brittany says, and Santana sits up to look down at her.
“Seriously, Fabray, how are you this fucking stupid?” she asks. “We’re not just asking you for sex.”
Quinn blinks up at her, speechless. “But then-,”
“We want you,” Brittany says again, sitting up too. “We want you to be our girlfriend.”
Quinn concentrates very hard on breathing in and out. “Girlfriend,” she repeats on an exhale.
“Yeah,” Brittany nods. “And we’d be yours.”
Quinn stares at them, and then somebody bangs on the door.
“Who’s in there?” a guy’s voice shouts.
Quinn tenses, and scrambles off the bed to grab her clothes. Brittany and Santana follow, getting dressed quickly, and when they’re all decent, Quinn opens the door.
Matt’s standing there, frowning. When he sees the three of them come out, he relaxes.
“Oh, hey guys,” he says. “I’m so glad it was you in there. I thought there were people having sex in my bed or something.”
Santana smirks, and none of them say anything.
---
Quinn flees straight home from the party, avoiding Brittany calling after her. She spends all of the next day locked in her room, considering what had happened the night before. She can’t quite believe she had sex with her best friends. She can’t believe they asked her to become part of their relationship.
She especially can’t believe she wants to say yes.
“Mom?” she says at dinner that night. “If God says something’s wrong, is it wrong in every situation?”
Judy looks at her sharply. “What do you mean, Quinnie?”
“Well,” Quinn says, and hesitates, choosing her words carefully. “I mean - what if you love the wrong person?” Or people, she adds in her mind, but she can’t bring herself to say it out loud.
Judy’s eyes soften, and she puts her hand over Quinn’s on the table. “Honey, you can love whoever you want,” she says. “I don’t care. And if it’s real love, God won’t care either. He wants you to be happy.”
Quinn finds herself blinking back tears. “Thanks, Mom,” she whispers.
---
When she gets to school the next morning, Santana doesn’t meet her eyes, and Brittany looks worried.
“Yes,” Quinn says quietly, catching up to them in the hallway. “Yes, I want you guys. I want to be your girlfriend.”
They stare at her for a moment, and then Brittany breaks out into a huge smile. Santana’s almost grinning, too. Brittany throws her arms around Quinn and kisses her on the cheek.
“We’re all going to make each other so happy,” she promises Quinn.
Quinn believes her.