FIC: That's Kinda Gay...
Title: That's Kinda Gay...
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Brittany/Santana (I think I love this pairing as much as Faberry now.)
Prompt(s): Glee, Brittany/Santana, convincing themselves it's not gay if boys would be into it
Summary: Are threesomes really gay?
Disclaimer: haha...please. If I owned them, they'd so do it every chance they got.
A/N: Well this one really got away from me. So, I had to post it separately. I hope you all enjoy this one. I will probably write a Quinn/Rachel one a little later today. This is unbeta'd because I have to run. So, I own all of my mistakes.
This was of course written for the porn battle that's going on in my journal right now. All of you writers out there should check it out. We've got great prompts just waiting to be written.
“Would you ever have a threesome?”
The question is asked as casually as the request for a pencil just two minutes earlier. Brittany looks up, but Santana is scribbling away on her math homework. Brittany shrugs. “I haven't ever really thought about it.”
“Really? Never?” This time Santana does look at her.
“Not really. I mean I just haven't. Have you?”
“No!” Santana answers a little too quickly.
“You totally have, haven't you?” Brittany sits up and folds her legs. She's enjoying the pink flooding the usually perfectly tanned skin.
“I have not! That's totally gay.”
Shrugging again, Brittany looks away. “It's not really gay. At least, I don't think it is. I mean there's a guy involved. Unless there's two guys involved...then that's kinda gay.”
Santana smiles, relaxing a little and chuckling. “Agreed.”
They fall back into silence, but now the air is filled with...something and Brittany shifts uncomfortably. She knows there's more to this question. She and Santana have been best friends since the first day of fourth grade when Brittany had been the “new kid.” Santana wouldn't have just asked for the hell out it.
“It's just that I was at Matt's house last night and he wanted to watch a porn, which just...ew, but I said yes because what else was I supposed to say? Right? So, he goes and gets his brother's like old skanky porn that's still a VHS for crying out loud. I mean who has those anymore? Do they even sell VCRs anymore? Anyway, he pops in this old early 90s porn. You should have seen the hair on these people. It was totally cheesy...” Brittany lets Santana ramble on uninterrupted because she knows the girl's just trying to work up her nerve and she thinks it kind of cute when Santana rambles. “..and then he's just kind of behind the girl fucking her while her face is buried between the other girl's legs.”
Blue eyes snap to attention because clearly Brittany zoned out at some point during the conversation.
“I mean guys think that's hot and I kinda get why, but it's just like...weird. I don't think I could do it.”
Brittany considers the statement. “I could.”
Santana looks over at her, narrowing her dark eyes as if she's trying to gauge whether the blonde is serious or not. “You could?”
“Sure. Why not?”
Silence fills the air once more, but this time they're gazes are locked and there's a different kind of tension.
“You are such a total lez!” Santana exclaims whacking Brittany with a pillow.
They spend the next five minutes wrestling and hitting each other with pillows until Brittany pulls back to catch her breath. “I'm the lez, but you're the one that started the uber-cliche girl on girl pillow fight. Maybe you're the lesbian. I should be afraid for my virtue. Besides, you're the only one in this room that's kissed a girl.” Brittany jumps up off the bed.
Santana chases behind her, trying her best to capture the surprisingly elusive blonde. They're both giggling which proves to make grabbing Brittany that much harder, but then she manages to trap Brittany in a corner. She smiles triumphantly and leans in intent on pressing a quick peck on the blonde's lips. The fact that she doesn't pull back right away doesn't register until she hears a slight gasp from the other girl. She moves away, trying to calm her racing heart because really is she supposed to react to kissing Brittany like this? “Now, you have...” she husks, trying to sound flippant but failing miserably.
It seems it doesn't even matter because the blonde is reaching for her and flipping her around so that she's pressed against the wall. And suddenly they're making out and somewhere in the back of her mind, Santana figures this is probably borderline gay because there's no male present to watch, but that's okay because Brittany's tongue is in her mouth and it feels amazing. Then clothes are being removed and warm hands are palming her breasts and she thinks they're definitely stepping over the line into at least bisexuality and that's fine with her as long as Brittany keeps teasing her nipples like that. It's doing all sorts of wonderful things to her body and she is wetter than she's ever been in her entire sixteen years of existence. And when she feels nimble digits slip beneath the elastic waistband of her panties and glide over her clit, she thinks that maybe lesbianism isn't as bad as she thought. As long as she doesn't have to listen to Tegan and Sara or cut her hair, she can get behind that. And when Brittany's fingers fill her, stealing her virginity and giving her the first non-self induced orgasm, she knows she'd gladly lead the Pride Parade down Main Street in Lima as long as they can do that again.
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Brittany/Santana (I think I love this pairing as much as Faberry now.)
Prompt(s): Glee, Brittany/Santana, convincing themselves it's not gay if boys would be into it
Summary: Are threesomes really gay?
Disclaimer: haha...please. If I owned them, they'd so do it every chance they got.
A/N: Well this one really got away from me. So, I had to post it separately. I hope you all enjoy this one. I will probably write a Quinn/Rachel one a little later today. This is unbeta'd because I have to run. So, I own all of my mistakes.
This was of course written for the porn battle that's going on in my journal right now. All of you writers out there should check it out. We've got great prompts just waiting to be written.
“Would you ever have a threesome?”
The question is asked as casually as the request for a pencil just two minutes earlier. Brittany looks up, but Santana is scribbling away on her math homework. Brittany shrugs. “I haven't ever really thought about it.”
“Really? Never?” This time Santana does look at her.
“Not really. I mean I just haven't. Have you?”
“No!” Santana answers a little too quickly.
“You totally have, haven't you?” Brittany sits up and folds her legs. She's enjoying the pink flooding the usually perfectly tanned skin.
“I have not! That's totally gay.”
Shrugging again, Brittany looks away. “It's not really gay. At least, I don't think it is. I mean there's a guy involved. Unless there's two guys involved...then that's kinda gay.”
Santana smiles, relaxing a little and chuckling. “Agreed.”
They fall back into silence, but now the air is filled with...something and Brittany shifts uncomfortably. She knows there's more to this question. She and Santana have been best friends since the first day of fourth grade when Brittany had been the “new kid.” Santana wouldn't have just asked for the hell out it.
“It's just that I was at Matt's house last night and he wanted to watch a porn, which just...ew, but I said yes because what else was I supposed to say? Right? So, he goes and gets his brother's like old skanky porn that's still a VHS for crying out loud. I mean who has those anymore? Do they even sell VCRs anymore? Anyway, he pops in this old early 90s porn. You should have seen the hair on these people. It was totally cheesy...” Brittany lets Santana ramble on uninterrupted because she knows the girl's just trying to work up her nerve and she thinks it kind of cute when Santana rambles. “..and then he's just kind of behind the girl fucking her while her face is buried between the other girl's legs.”
Blue eyes snap to attention because clearly Brittany zoned out at some point during the conversation.
“I mean guys think that's hot and I kinda get why, but it's just like...weird. I don't think I could do it.”
Brittany considers the statement. “I could.”
Santana looks over at her, narrowing her dark eyes as if she's trying to gauge whether the blonde is serious or not. “You could?”
“Sure. Why not?”
Silence fills the air once more, but this time they're gazes are locked and there's a different kind of tension.
“You are such a total lez!” Santana exclaims whacking Brittany with a pillow.
They spend the next five minutes wrestling and hitting each other with pillows until Brittany pulls back to catch her breath. “I'm the lez, but you're the one that started the uber-cliche girl on girl pillow fight. Maybe you're the lesbian. I should be afraid for my virtue. Besides, you're the only one in this room that's kissed a girl.” Brittany jumps up off the bed.
Santana chases behind her, trying her best to capture the surprisingly elusive blonde. They're both giggling which proves to make grabbing Brittany that much harder, but then she manages to trap Brittany in a corner. She smiles triumphantly and leans in intent on pressing a quick peck on the blonde's lips. The fact that she doesn't pull back right away doesn't register until she hears a slight gasp from the other girl. She moves away, trying to calm her racing heart because really is she supposed to react to kissing Brittany like this? “Now, you have...” she husks, trying to sound flippant but failing miserably.
It seems it doesn't even matter because the blonde is reaching for her and flipping her around so that she's pressed against the wall. And suddenly they're making out and somewhere in the back of her mind, Santana figures this is probably borderline gay because there's no male present to watch, but that's okay because Brittany's tongue is in her mouth and it feels amazing. Then clothes are being removed and warm hands are palming her breasts and she thinks they're definitely stepping over the line into at least bisexuality and that's fine with her as long as Brittany keeps teasing her nipples like that. It's doing all sorts of wonderful things to her body and she is wetter than she's ever been in her entire sixteen years of existence. And when she feels nimble digits slip beneath the elastic waistband of her panties and glide over her clit, she thinks that maybe lesbianism isn't as bad as she thought. As long as she doesn't have to listen to Tegan and Sara or cut her hair, she can get behind that. And when Brittany's fingers fill her, stealing her virginity and giving her the first non-self induced orgasm, she knows she'd gladly lead the Pride Parade down Main Street in Lima as long as they can do that again.