Glee - Spring Break - Chapter 5a
Spring Break
Author: Steppenwolf_20
Fandom: Glee, set in first year of college, possible minor spoilers for season 4
Setting: It’s freshman year at college for Rachel and Santana, in New York, and Quinn, at Yale. Brittany is still in Lima.
Pairing: Faberry, Brittana, Faberrittana, past Rachel/Finn,
Wordcount: 4187
Rating: NC-17,
Warnings from chapter 1 still apply!
Disclaimer:
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Summary:
Quinn has two secrets. The first one is that she is in love with Rachel since the beginning of high school. And her second secret is the reason she never did anything about it. Besides her family Santana and Brittany are the only people who know about this secret. At least that's what Quinn thinks. Spring Break is around the corner and Kurt left for Lima.
Quinn is born with a G!P but is ashamed and wants to get rid of it. With a dangerous surgery already planned Santana forges a plan with Brittany to help convince Quinn otherwise.
Rachel had the good sense to call ahead to ask if they should pick up some dinner on their way back, so when they arrived at the apartment Santana and Brittany had already set the table for all of them.
“There you are.” Santana greeted them in an annoyed tone. “We were about to send out a search party when you finally called.”
“If you were really as worried as you claim to be you could have called us just as easily.” Rachel answered matter of factly, putting down the two bags of take-out food she was carrying.
“We didn’t want to interrupt your sexy times.” Brittany chimed in already digging through the bags looking for the fortune cookies.
“We were in Central Park all afternoon.” Rachel answered totally shocked and only Quinn could tell she was just pretending.
“In this weather? Do you have a death wish or something?” Santana asked skeptically.
“Of course we took shelter when it started to rain.” Rachel explained.
“See Britt, I told you. Those two are totally boring if we don’t take care of them.”
“What’s the plan for tonight anyway?” Quinn deemed it necessary to change the subject before Santana could ask any more questions regarding their afternoon activities.
“Dancing!” Brittany exclaimed, barely able to contain her excitement. “Santana found this club right around the corner. She said it’s just for women, the music is really good and they don’t look too closely at your ID.”
“It’s a gay bar-club-thingy; rainbow flag and all that shit.” Santana explained further. “But it’s pretty cool actually and you don’t get hit on by sweaty, hairy guys constantly.”
“Is that the place you were rambling about a few weeks back?” Rachel asked curiously.
“If you mean that I said that it’s not your style, than yes.” Santana teased. “Of course if I had known that you swing both ways and that you are quite adventurous I would have dragged you along a long time ago.”
“You really don’t know me at all, Santana.” Rachel huffed.
“Yes. I agree. Who would have thought you could be this much fun?”
“I totally thought so.” Brittany chimed in.
“Thank you Britt.” Rachel said with a hint of accomplishment in her voice.
“Anyway … what did you two talk about all day?” Santana inquired.
Quinn finally felt the need to say something. “We mostly talked about us; about our feelings for each other and what they mean. And we talked about where we want to go from here. Together.”
Santana just beamed at the last statement but Brittany jumped up and hugged them both enthusiastically. "I'm so happy for you. Took you long enough to realize that you two are meant to be together.”
Brittany sat back down and Rachel started talking again. “We talked about last night too of course.” She said with a thoughtful look on her face.
“Look!” Santana interrupted. “I know I might have pushed a little too far, but if it means that you two are together and happy … I don’t regret it. Personally I thought last night was amazing. You really surprised me there, Rach. But we can just blame what happened on too much alcohol and never speak of it again.”
Rachel had trouble not to burst out laughing during Santana’s rant, but she managed to keep a straight face. “If that’s what you want.” She said indifferently.
“Well, no. What I want would be to do that again. I can’t imagine anything hotter than having sex with the three most sexy people in the world who happen to also be my best friends. It’s a win/win.”
Rachel nodded blankly and Quinn had settled into one of her HBIC faces to keep from cracking up.
“And what about you Brittany? What do you think?” Rachel inquired further.
“Oh, I love all of you. Of course I love Santana the most, but you two are my family, too. Of course I want to have sex with you again. We make each other feel so good. But you can’t have San when I’m back home, Rach.”
Rachel smiled. Of course Brittany would understand better than any of them what this was about.
“Of course, Britt.”
“Stop! Wait a second. What?” Santana interrupted confused.
At Santana’s perplexed look Rachel finally cracked and burst out laughing. “San … Santana. You really don’t know me at all.” She managed between gasps for breath.
“What the fuck, Berry?”
“Last night was awesome. You didn’t push too far. If I remember correctly I did some pushing on my own. We thoroughly enjoyed it and … we would like to have sex with you again, too. But as Brittany stated correctly … we need some rules.” Rachel said calm and serious.
“Really? Quinn, are you serious?” Santana was positively shocked.
“Yes San. The three of you are the people I trust most in my life. You know me, all of me, and you accept me the way I am. I know it’s different for you. It’s more complicated in my case, obviously. But I feel totally safe with you and I love you. Plus you all are totally hot. I’ve never felt more accepted and loved in my life. So yeah, I’m dead serious.”
“Rachel, I have no idea what you told Quinn or what you did to her, but whatever it was… thank you. I owe you big time. You make her so happy.” Santana said, visibly moved by Quinn’s speech.
“You don’t owe my anything. I got the girl; that’s all I need.” Rachel beamed, taking Quinn’s hand in hers.
Comfortable silence fell around them as Rachel and Quinn got lost in each other’s eyes.
Finally Brittany spoke up, bringing all of them back to the present.
“Rachel, what did you mean by rules earlier? I didn’t say anything about rules.” She asked confused.
“Yeah Ber… Rachel, what did you mean?”
“No, Brittany. You didn’t say the word rule because for you it’s just natural, but I think we need to talk about some things so no one gets hurt in the long run.” Rachel explained.
“Like what?” Santana asked.
“Let’s see … Okay look, just because we all want it to happen again that doesn’t mean it has to happen every time the four of us are together. It can only happen if all four of us want to. There will be no majority vote. But at the same time it can only happen when the four of us are together. No fooling around. For example Santana and I won’t have sex when Brittany and Quinn are back home. On the other hand Santana and Brittany or Quinn and I can have sex whenever we want. Is this something we can agree on?”
“You and Quinn talked about this already, didn’t you?” Santana asked.
“Of course Santana. We both needed to be on the same page about this.”
Santana and Brittany exchanged a short glance, silently conversing with each other. “We can totally agree.” Brittany finally said.
“Of course nobody can know about this.” Quinn said. “But I guess that goes without saying.”
“Oh come on, that’s not even a problem. We hang out all the time. Plus everyone knows that you and Rachel are major prudes. Nobody will ever guess.” Santana said with a smirk.
“Hey now!” Rachel protested.
“I didn’t say you were. In fact I know you are not. But everyone else thinks you are. It works to our advantage, so … all good.”
“One more thing.” Quinn spoke up again. “As soon as we think this is somehow damaging our friendship … this is over. Our friendship comes first.”
Everyone nodded in agreement. “And … can we take some pictures?” Quinn added shyly.
“Wanky Fabray.”
“Not that kind of pictures; just the four of us together, with our clothes on. So I have something to look at when I’m back at Yale. So I know this is real.” Quinn explained.
“You can take as many pictures as you want baby.” Rachel leaned over to her to plant an innocent kiss on her cheek.
“Well, Rachel and I should really go take a quick shower and get ready, so we can get going soon.” Quinn murmured a little embarrassed.
Rachel and Quinn were about to get up and leave when Brittany spoke up.
“So, did you two have sex this afternoon?” She asked innocently.
Quinn turned a funny shade of red and Rachel nearly fell of her chair, but Brittany just smiled at them. “I told you so, San. You owe me ten bucks.”
“You mad a bet if we had sex?” Rachel asked disbelieving.
“Sure. San said no way, you were both so talky and Q would never do something like that in public. But I know Q is totally hot for you Rach and you could seduce her no matter what.”
Rachel smirked. “Well Brittany. You earned those ten bucks then; or actually maybe 20.”
Santana nearly choked on her soda while Rachel left the room nonchalantly, dragging a blushing Quinn behind.
They showered and got dressed separately; mostly because Quinn didn’t want to exhaust herself too early. She had an inkling that she would need a lot of stamina this night.
Quinn decided on some loosely fitting dark dress pants and a form fitting sleeveless white button down. Suspenders and ankle boots completed the outfit. When she met the others in the living room she instantly knew that those pants had been the right choice. Santana, Brittany and Rachel were all wearing tight short dresses with matching heels. At the sight of them Quinn became semi hard instantly.
“You guys are killing me, you know that, right?” Quinn asked, letting her gaze wander over the three women before her hungrily.
“Well, you look drool worthy yourself Quinn.” Rachel husked after she laid eyes on her.
Santana and Brittany looked at her approvingly, too and Quinn started to squirm under the triple stare.
“Uhm ... okay. So … just to be clear … this is a group night, right?” Quinn stammered avoiding to look at the three of them.
Rachel took a step towards her, grinned at her seductively and pulled her closer to them by her belt loops. “Yes Quinn. You can fuck all of us tonight.”
Quinn took a shuddering breath, trying to calm her nerves. “Well, we better get going then, or I’ll pull a Finn right here.”
“Aww poor baby.” Santana mocked, but she was smiling at her openly as she did so.
Obviously Santana had chosen the perfect time for them to leave for the club. It was filling up nicely when they arrived, without them having any trouble getting in. As soon as the music washed over them Quinn could feel the energy coming off of Brittany in waves. There was some R’n’B playing and she knew it would only take a minute before Brittany would be on the dance floor that was still mostly empty.
Quinn suppressed the urge to check her watch when Brittany announced that she was going to dance shortly after. Rachel and Santana wanted to hit the bar first, so Quinn decided to join Brittany on the dance floor. She knew Brittany wouldn’t mind dancing by herself, but Quinn loved dancing, too. And Brittany was an awesome partner.
Rachel and Santana hit the bar. The bartender seemed to know Santana although Rachel knew she had been here only a few times. Then again Santana wasn’t someone people forgot easily.
“The usual Santana?” The woman behind the bar asked, giving them both an appreciative once over. She was dressed casually in jeans and a tank top and every piece of visual skin was covered in tattoos. Her hair was short and a mixture of red, purple and blue strands. Even someone with a broken gaydar would peck her for a lesbian from a mile away.
Santana nodded at her casually, her eyes wandering to the dance floor automatically.
“And your delicious, overwhelmed friend?” the woman asked with a smirk.
To her embarrassment Rachel realized only now that she had been staring wide eyed at the bartender. Blushing she mumbled “I’ll have the same,” before shyly turning away.
“Coming right up hot stuff.” The bartender smiled and turned around with a wink at her.
Rachel looked at Santana kind of alarmed as soon as the woman had turned around fully to mix their drinks. Had she broken some secret code? Did she unknowingly take part in some sort of mating ritual? Had she promised her first born to this woman?
“Chill Berry. She’s just pulling your leg. She knows everyone here and can smell baby dykes from a mile away. It’s like her thing.” Santana said under her breath.
Reassured Rachel accepted her drink with a smile before turning around to look for Quinn grinding away with Brittany on the dance floor.
“So Rachel, tell me.” Santana said under her breath so they couldn’t be overheard. “Did you and Quinn really get your naughty on in fucking Central Park?”
“Uhm yes.” Rachel answered mildly embarrassed.
“Wanky! How on earth did you get her to agree to that? I mean, I’ve known Q since forever and she’s not comfortable with her body and sex as is. Or was…? But sex in Central Park … that’s like skipping from first grade to high school senior. What’s your secret Berry?” Santana was actually impressed. She and Brittany were quiet adventurous, but Central Park … she had to add that to her bucket list.
Rachel only shrugged, her eyes never leaving Quinn moving about on the dance floor. “I don’t think there really is a secret. It’s more like … she has all this pent up sexual energy and now she can finally let loose; can finally be herself … I think she just opens up and lets it happen, you know.”
“You’re probably right. I mean, look at her. I’ve never seen her this relaxed and open. She’s vibrating with energy; she’s glowing.”
“And she looks so hot confident like that. So at home in her own body.” Rachel added.
“Hellz yeah.”
As soon as Quinn had joined Brittany on the dance floor Brittany had claimed her; not that Quinn wanted it any other way. Their bodies drifted towards each other and they started moving to the beat effortlessly. Happily Quinn let Brittany take the lead and soon they were moving with and against each other. Never before had Quinn danced like this with anybody. They were grinding against each other, rotating their hips, pushing and pulling and letting their hands wander over the other’s body. There was a charge between them that screamed sex louder than any words could. It didn’t take long before all eyes in the club were on them. Their dancing skills coupled with the erotic mood they were giving off in waves made it impossible to look away. And Quinn? She couldn’t care less. Never in her life had she felt this free and happy. She was in New York, not Lima; her girlfriend was standing at the bar devouring her with her eyes and she was dancing with one of her best friends, who knew all of her secrets. She could finally truly be herself, without the need to hide anything. She was on an emotional high and ignored the tiny voice in her head (sounding a lot like her father) who lectured that this was highly inappropriate behavior for a young lady. The new Quinn didn’t care that people were staring while she was getting hot and heavy with Brittany. The only two other people she cared about were at the bar watching their every move.
When Quinn had a clear line of sight she locked eyes with Rachel. She could see that Rachel was as turned on as she was. The light flush on her cheeks, the dead grip she had on her glass and the tongue that was constantly darting out to wet her dry lips.
Quinn turned them around so Brittany could take a look at their significant others too and then brought them together more closely.
“Do you feel how hard I am for you?” She whispered into Brittany’s ear.
“It’s kinda hard to miss.” Brittany answered, a hungry gleam in her eye.
“I wish I could fuck you right here on the dance floor.”
Brittany groaned in response and Quinn brought their lips together for a searing kiss. It was all they could do to try and lessen the urge that threatened to overwhelm them.
When they opened their eyes again Santana and Rachel had joined them; both not being able to stay away any longer.
Craving the connection Quinn greeted Rachel with an equally heated kiss; not even noticing some of the strange looks they earned.
Santana interrupted the couple before things could develop any further though. “Just to be clear; I got first dibs tonight. Britt and Berry got your cock yesterday. It’s definitely my turn.”
“I don’t get to have a say?” Quinn smirked.
“Don’t play coy, Fabray. I know you want my pussy around your cock.” Santana stated.
Quinn licked her lips in anticipation. “So now what? We go home already?”
“What? No way! My Britt wants to get her dance on.” Santana said resolutely.
Quinn’s eyes went wide as realization hit her. “Here?” She asked adrenalin shooting through her body settling in her groin.
Santana chuckled at Quinn’s deer in the headlights expression. “Look, Britt and Rach will be dancing; everybody will be watching them. And we’ll be over there in the corner. It’s pretty dark but Britt and Rach can totally see us.”
“But everyone else could … what if someone turns around and …?” Quinn asked visibly torn between the lust seeping through her veins and the fear of being caught.
“So what? It’s hot … the possibility of getting caught … it makes it so much more exciting.”
Quinn looked at Rachel, looking for … anything. It took just a second for her to realize that Rachel was beyond turned on at this point. Her pupils were blown and her eyes were almost black, sending a shiver down Quinn’s spine.
The last reservations were blown away when Santana pressed up against her, gripping her through her pants. “I can’t wait to feel your cock inside me.” She whispered.
Quinn took Santana’s hand and dragged her along to the darkish corner she had indicated earlier.
They sat down besides each other, the tension between them almost tangible. And sure enough, when Brittany started dancing with Rachel all eyes in the club where on them in a heartbeat, because their dancing was every bit as sexually charged as Brittany’s and Quinn’s had been.
Without hesitancy Santana got up and straddled Quinn, pushing her hot center against her hard cock, making both of them moan as electricity shot though them at the contact.
“I need you to fuck me Quinn.” Santana moaned. “The way you and Britt were moving on the dance floor made me so wet.”
“Let me see.” Quinn smirked, bringing a hand under Santana’s dress. It was an easy task since the dress had ridden high up Santana’s thighs due to her position. She pushed the barely there thong out of the way and dragged two fingers through Santana’s folds.
“Shit San.” She groaned. “You were not kidding.”
“Fuck! No Sherlock, why would I?” Santana gasped, moving against Quinn’s fingers.
Quinn brought her free hand to Santana’s mane and pulled them together roughly for a hard kiss. Without pause Quinn drove her tongue into Santana’s mouth hungrily while she pushed two fingers into her core and started pumping, establishing a quick pace.
Santana could do nothing but moan into Quinn’s mouth and cling to her shoulders while Quinn pushed her relentlessly towards the edge. The thrill of the moment, all the people around them, the possibility of getting caught exciting them even more.
Eventually Quinn ended her onslaught on Santana’s mouth only to latch onto her pulse point; nibbling and sucking, making sure to leave a mark.
“Quinn, I’m … please. I need your cock inside me. Please Quinn.”
Santana could feel the white heat coiling in her abdomen, threatening to explode any second now. She wanted Quinn’s cock desperately, but she was so close she couldn’t bring herself to stop moving her hips against Quinn’s fingers. “Quinn please.” She almost begged.
“Not yet.” Quinn whispered with a smirk. She could feel Santana’s walls start to twitch around her fingers and took that as her cue to pull out completely. Santana cried out in frustration. She could already taste her orgasm on her tongue when Quinn pulled out. She tried desperately to grind herself against Quinn’s cock to gain that last bit of friction she needed, but Quinn had her hips in an iron grip, preventing her from doing so.
“Patience Santana.” Quinn husked.
“Bitch!” Santana spat out
“Get down on your knees.” Quinn instructed in a calm and almost cold voice, spreading her legs so Santana could kneel down in between.
Santana glared at her dangerously but did as Quinn told her. Quinn pushed her suspenders from her shoulders allowing her to simply push down her pants a little, freeing her erect cock in the process.
“Get to work. If you do good I’ll give you what you want.” Quinn demanded. She couldn’t believe herself. Here she was, baring herself in public, Santana on her knees in front of her ready to do everything she wanted because she wanted her cock so desperately.
Quinn took a quick sweep of their surroundings with her eyes. Nobody was paying them any attention. Everyone was totally captured by Brittany and Rachel on the dance floor. Nobody but Brittany and Rachel at least. Brittany was dancing behind Rachel, both of them facing their way, staring intently in their direction. And while Quinn knew they couldn’t make out any details she was pretty sure they could see in what position they were in. Rachel’s hungry gaze on her crotch made Quinn groan and her cock twitch.
“Come on Santana, get started already.” Quinn buried her hands in Santana’s hair and pushed her towards her cock.
Santana groaned in approval and took as much of Quinn into her mouth as possible, letting her teeth graze over the soft skin roughly.
“Shit, San.” Quinn moaned, her head lolling backwards in pleasure.
Santana hummed at the taste of pre cum on her tongue and started sucking in earnest. Bringing one of her hands up to Quinn’s balls she started to play with them in rhythm.
“Yes!” Quinn hissed. “That’s it. I knew that bitchy mouth of yours was good for something. Suck me good.”
Only moments late Quinn felt her balls tighten under Santana’s ministrations, so she pulled Santana’s head back.
“Stop! That’s enough. Come up here.” She demanded.
Santana obliged at once, straddling Quinn once again.
“Do you want it? Do you want me to fuck you with my big cock?” Quinn husked, dragging her cock though Santana’s folds.
“Fuck yes! Do me already.”
“Well, come here and get it.” Quinn smirked.
Santana didn’t need any further incentive. With one hand she pushed her thong out of the way, using her other hand to guide Quinn’s cock to her opening. In one swift motion she impaled herself, taking Quinn in all the way, making both of them hiss in pleasure.
“It’s been too fucking long.” Santana groaned, rotating her hips. “Once a year just … ungh … doesn’t cut it. I think …”
But all her thoughts were lost when Quinn started to move, pushing into her powerful, leaning slightly backwards to get better leverage.
Santana was taken by surprise; she had been fully prepared to do all the work herself, and screamed out Quinn’s name in pleasure. All she could do was to match Quinn’s trusts one by one. The white heat that had calmed down a little while she was sucking Quinn came back even hotter than before. And with every thrust of Quinn’s hips she felt like she was soaring higher and higher. She felt like the heat was spreading through her body, making every nerve ending in her body tingle and at the same time like it was compressing into itself ready to explode and tear her apart.
Santana didn’t even realize the sounds she was making, masked by the loud music in the club, moaning and panting, desperate for her release.
Quinn was equally close and when she felt Santana’s walls start to clamp down around her she couldn’t hold back any longer.
“Here it comes San. I will fill you up with my cum.” She groaned.
Santana felt Quinn’s cock twitch and pump with every spurt of hot cum inside her and she felt her whole body tense up. It started in her toes, worked through her whole body and finally exploded around Quinn’s cock; making her scream out in ecstasy as wave after wave washed over her, flooding Quinn’s cock with her juices until she finally collapsed on top of her.