Fanfiction - Glee - Berrittana week 7th day
A couple of short, silly drabbles for the last day of Berrittana week on Tumblr: Sunday, June 9th: Free Day
Pairing: Rachel/Santana/Brittany
Rating: T
Words: ±500 & ±200
Disclaimer: nothing is mine
Note: English is not my first language. Thanks to myxe for the help
SANDWICH
“No, Finn, you need to feel her. She has her arms around you.” Brittany wrapped her arms around Rachel’s midsection. “Almost every part of your body needs to touch hers.” She pressed her front against Rachel’s back. “And when you move your pelvis… Rach,” she prompted, and Rachel started moving. “She’ll just have to follow your lead, and do what your body tells her to do.” Brittany began to rotate her hips in time with her, copying Rachel’s movements but still looking at Finn.
“Finn!”
“What?” He finally tore his eyes away from the hypnotizing sight of the two girls’ gyrating hips. And it was a bit strange, Finn thought, because even though Rachel was shorter than Brittany, their hips seemed to be at the same height anyway… probably thanks to Rachel’s endless legs, he mused, once again lost in his fantasies.
“Do you get it now?”
“I think so,” Finn mumbled, anxious both with worry and excitement to try.
“Okay, let’s go from the top.” Brittany moved away from Rachel slightly, but remained close behind her.
“Joder! Finnocence, not like that!” Santana’s shout got everyone’s attention, and they stopped rehearsing their dance steps to watch what they hoped was drama unfold.
Santana pushed Finn away, taking his place in front of Rachel, and forcefully took the diva’s arms and put them around herself.
“You’re doing this,” she started to move her hips stiffly, like a piston, and snickers were heard at the movements that clearly resembled a sexual act, “when you need to be moving your hips, for God’s sake. Draw a circle with them or whatever helps you. It’s supposed to look sensual, not like you’re having a seizure.”
The barely stifled laughter that rose from the words died down as Santana started leading by example, getting Rachel to immediately follow her lead, rotating her hips with her.
Sam was leaning with his elbow on the stereo shelf, posing as casually as he could, when he slipped, hitting the stereo and pushing random buttons that made the music start blaring. At the same time, Brittany once again backed up against Rachel, pressing herself against the shorter girl and, in the process, pressing the diva even more tightly against Santana.
The girls lost themselves in the dance, at first just moving their hips as they were still showing Finn what he was supposed to do while following the beat of the music, but soon hands started roaming over stomachs, chests and thighs, and then more complex steps and spins were added.
When the song ended, silence fell upon the room, before a huge collective breath was taken.
“So, do you see how it’s done-?”
“Wait!” Rachel stopped Brittany. “Where’s Finn?”
“Yeah,” Santana nodded, acting annoyed that he wasn’t there when they did it for his sake to begin with, and as if she didn’t enjoy it anyway. “And why all the boys are missing?”
“So unprofessional,” Rachel muttered while packing her things. “They’re the one who need practice, not us.”
“Maybe they were hungry?” Brittany hazarded a guess. “Dancing always opens my tummy.”
“Now that you mention it, I’m pretty hungry too,” Santana added, smiling to her.
“Fancy a sandwich?” Rachel winked at the cheerleaders, before sauntering out of the room.
The girls grinned at each other and headed to the door, pinkies linked.
“Later, losers!”
SKYPE
"Remind me again why we’re doing this?" Brittany asked, and Rachel and Santana sighed in unison, the question not being the first time it had been asked. “Well?” The blonde cocked her head to the side, waiting for an answer.
Santana held back a groan because the blonde’s pout was just as effective over Skype as it was in person. “Because you need to finish high school, B," the Latina finally said. “I received a scholarship for Kentucky and Rach, well, she’s meant to be New York."
"And next year you’ll join me here," Rachel added with a smile.
"I know, but I don’t understand why you two aren’t together in New York. It’s not like San cares about school."
"True that," Santana confirmed.
"We’ve talked about this before," Rachel sighed.
"This testing thing is bullshit."
"Brittany!" the diva exclaimed, before hissing, “Santana!"
"What?"
"If she starts talking like that, I’m blaming you."
"Hey!" Santana protested.
"We know we love each other, even if we’re far apart," Brittany continued.
"We talked, me and Rach."
The blonde frowned at Santana, not liking that they went behind her back.
"And we decided it wasn’t fair, okay?"
"What?"
"What Santana meant," Rachel took over, “is that it isn’t fair for you to stay in Lima alone while we get to be together. We’d miss a part of our hearts, but you’d miss both… and it wouldn’t be fair."
Pairing: Rachel/Santana/Brittany
Rating: T
Words: ±500 & ±200
Disclaimer: nothing is mine
Note: English is not my first language. Thanks to myxe for the help
SANDWICH
“No, Finn, you need to feel her. She has her arms around you.” Brittany wrapped her arms around Rachel’s midsection. “Almost every part of your body needs to touch hers.” She pressed her front against Rachel’s back. “And when you move your pelvis… Rach,” she prompted, and Rachel started moving. “She’ll just have to follow your lead, and do what your body tells her to do.” Brittany began to rotate her hips in time with her, copying Rachel’s movements but still looking at Finn.
“Finn!”
“What?” He finally tore his eyes away from the hypnotizing sight of the two girls’ gyrating hips. And it was a bit strange, Finn thought, because even though Rachel was shorter than Brittany, their hips seemed to be at the same height anyway… probably thanks to Rachel’s endless legs, he mused, once again lost in his fantasies.
“Do you get it now?”
“I think so,” Finn mumbled, anxious both with worry and excitement to try.
“Okay, let’s go from the top.” Brittany moved away from Rachel slightly, but remained close behind her.
“Joder! Finnocence, not like that!” Santana’s shout got everyone’s attention, and they stopped rehearsing their dance steps to watch what they hoped was drama unfold.
Santana pushed Finn away, taking his place in front of Rachel, and forcefully took the diva’s arms and put them around herself.
“You’re doing this,” she started to move her hips stiffly, like a piston, and snickers were heard at the movements that clearly resembled a sexual act, “when you need to be moving your hips, for God’s sake. Draw a circle with them or whatever helps you. It’s supposed to look sensual, not like you’re having a seizure.”
The barely stifled laughter that rose from the words died down as Santana started leading by example, getting Rachel to immediately follow her lead, rotating her hips with her.
Sam was leaning with his elbow on the stereo shelf, posing as casually as he could, when he slipped, hitting the stereo and pushing random buttons that made the music start blaring. At the same time, Brittany once again backed up against Rachel, pressing herself against the shorter girl and, in the process, pressing the diva even more tightly against Santana.
The girls lost themselves in the dance, at first just moving their hips as they were still showing Finn what he was supposed to do while following the beat of the music, but soon hands started roaming over stomachs, chests and thighs, and then more complex steps and spins were added.
When the song ended, silence fell upon the room, before a huge collective breath was taken.
“So, do you see how it’s done-?”
“Wait!” Rachel stopped Brittany. “Where’s Finn?”
“Yeah,” Santana nodded, acting annoyed that he wasn’t there when they did it for his sake to begin with, and as if she didn’t enjoy it anyway. “And why all the boys are missing?”
“So unprofessional,” Rachel muttered while packing her things. “They’re the one who need practice, not us.”
“Maybe they were hungry?” Brittany hazarded a guess. “Dancing always opens my tummy.”
“Now that you mention it, I’m pretty hungry too,” Santana added, smiling to her.
“Fancy a sandwich?” Rachel winked at the cheerleaders, before sauntering out of the room.
The girls grinned at each other and headed to the door, pinkies linked.
“Later, losers!”
SKYPE
"Remind me again why we’re doing this?" Brittany asked, and Rachel and Santana sighed in unison, the question not being the first time it had been asked. “Well?” The blonde cocked her head to the side, waiting for an answer.
Santana held back a groan because the blonde’s pout was just as effective over Skype as it was in person. “Because you need to finish high school, B," the Latina finally said. “I received a scholarship for Kentucky and Rach, well, she’s meant to be New York."
"And next year you’ll join me here," Rachel added with a smile.
"I know, but I don’t understand why you two aren’t together in New York. It’s not like San cares about school."
"True that," Santana confirmed.
"We’ve talked about this before," Rachel sighed.
"This testing thing is bullshit."
"Brittany!" the diva exclaimed, before hissing, “Santana!"
"What?"
"If she starts talking like that, I’m blaming you."
"Hey!" Santana protested.
"We know we love each other, even if we’re far apart," Brittany continued.
"We talked, me and Rach."
The blonde frowned at Santana, not liking that they went behind her back.
"And we decided it wasn’t fair, okay?"
"What?"
"What Santana meant," Rachel took over, “is that it isn’t fair for you to stay in Lima alone while we get to be together. We’d miss a part of our hearts, but you’d miss both… and it wouldn’t be fair."