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Title: The Gas Leak
Pairing: Santana/Brittany (Ch 1 et al), Finn/Tina (Ch 2), Will/Holly (Ch 3), & Others Later on
Rating: NC17
Spoilers: Takes place in what I hope Season 3 to be.
Disclaimer: I don't own this.
The Gas Leak
Based on a prompt from the Glee Kink Meme (http://glee-kink-meme . livejournal . com/8721 . html?thread=14264849#t14264849)
“Brittany and Santana have one of their famous rendezvouses in the Boiler Room at school. They go at it kind of rough and accidentally cause some type of Gas Leak. Now this gas leak doesn't kill you or make you pass out ... it makes you horny. So in various other parts of the school, multiple other pairs begin to participate in the school wide sex romp.”
Features Brittana and 7 other rair couples/groups.
Chapter 3 - Who You Gonna Call? - Will/Holly
Teacher’s Lounge - 3:25 PM
Will Schuester sat alone in a deserted Teacher’s Lounge grading papers. All he needed to do was grade these last few exams and he’d be home free for the weekend. Since Will became mentor to the Glee Club two years earlier, his day-job as a Spanish teacher was beginning to feel mundane and boring. He lived for that excitement he got to share with the Glee kids.
But even now, Glee wasn’t pleasuring Will Schuester the way it normally was. Everyone was stressed out for the upcoming Sectional. As Will decided to be generous and give the last remaining student a B+, he thought back to all the devices he had used in the past to reinvigorate the students so they wouldn’t self-destruct. One thing stuck in his mind: Holly Holliday.
It was true, Holly Holliday, McKinley’s favorite Substitute teacher, always brought with her a spirit unmatched by any other whenever she paid a visit to the New Directions. A visit from her was just what Will and the kids needed to forget the stress of Sectionals and just have fun for once.
The catch was that things between Will and Holly were icy since last year. She chose to leave rather than see herself lose him to Emma. Will suppressed the past within his mind and thought to himself, “what happened between Holly and I romantically doesn’t matter; the children are all that matter.”
The next thing Will knew he had picked up his cellphone and dialed the familiar number of Holly Holliday. The phone rang four times before she finally picked up.
“Ahoy-Ahoy! This is Holly Holliday!” she said in a warm and happy voice. “What can I do for you Unknown Caller?”
“Holly! It’s Will, Will Schuester, … and Wait. Did you delete my number from your phone?”
“Will!” She sounded shocked and a bit annoyed now. “Shit, this is quite awkward. Yes, Will, I did delete you from my phone, but that is typically what one does after a break up.”
Will was starting to think that this was a bad idea. “No your right. I feel embarrassed. I should hang up…”
“No wait Will,” she interrupted. “Just tell me what you wanted. Is this about us?”
“Actually it isn’t.” Will pleaded his case to the best of his ability. “It’s about my Glee kids. You see we’re preparing for Sectionals again, and I just remember how much fun they had with you all those times last year. I was thinking if you came in and did a couple songs with us it might give them a second wind they need to go into Sectionals on a good note.”
“Well I don’t have anything lined up for the next few weeks, and I did make plenty of friends last year: Rachel, Santana, Brittany, and the rest. I just don’t know if things can be like they once were, especially after how things ended.”
“If this is about Emma, you don’t have to worry about that anymore. Things have changed. I spent too much time last year thinking about myself and my love life that the kids suffered as a result. This year I’m 100% devote to New Directions…”
It had taken a lot of soul searching to figure that out. It was making him sick to his stomach thinking about how horrible things went last year. Or was there another cause for that? Will began to feel funny all of a sudden. His head began to throb and his eyelids became heavy. What was happening to him?
He coughed briefly, alerting Holly of something wrong. “Are you okay Will you just drifted of at the end of that last sentence. Is something wrong?”
Something was different now. Before when they were talking, there was awkwardness brought on by the electronic devices separating them. Now it felt like she was in the room sitting right next to him. For a second there it was almost as if he saw her there in the room too. Will brought his hand to his brow and wiped away a new layer of sweat that had accumulated there. He then rubbed at his eyes trying to regain sight that wasn’t so blurry.
“Will are you still there?” she asked through the phone. He had forgotten how sexy her voice was.
“What are you wearing right now?” … Shit. Did he really just ask her that?
“William, I don’t think this is appropriate…”
“Holly I’m sorry for everything that happened last year. I mean it. Letting you leave was a horrible mistake. Talking to you now … it’s bringing back so many feelings. I just can’t contain it anymore. I need you Holly.”
For once in her life, Holly Holliday didn’t know what to do. She didn’t have a witty one liner or a piece of sage wisdom. She had no idea what had caused this outpouring of emotion from Will, but she had to admit, she liked his forcefulness. So she answered him. “Well Will, it just so happens that your phonecall interrupted my bath/relaxation time. So to answer the question you asked before… I’m currently wearing nothing but bubbles.” She was awesome like that.
“That is so hot,” Will actually blushed at that revelation. He could see it in his mind. He imagined a dimly lit bathroom, a white porcelain tub surround by candles. Holly seated inside the water with her long blonde hair tied up above her head. The bubbles all foamy and fluffy on top of the water that was just high enough to delicately cover the curves of her breasts. “Tell me more,” he pleaded.
“Oh no,” she said. “It your turn now. Where are you?”
“I am currently in the abandoned Teacher’s Longue … all … alone.”
“Wow, that’s daring. That’s a public place. I’m impressed Will Schuester.”
“I don’t know what’s come over me.” That was not exaggeration. He really had no idea.
“Now how’s about you take your pants off and start touching yourself,” Holly said quite bluntly.
“That’s quite a tall order.”
“Hey, I just complimented you for being daring; don’t make me regret that. Plus in case you forgot, I’m currently naked in my bathtub. As long as you are fully clothed, that’s unfair to me. Honestly Will, have you ever had Phone Sex before?”
“Have you?”
“That’s a story for another day. Now are you pants still on?”
He removed his dress slacks and his boxers. Then he moved the cellphone to his less dominant hand, so the other could be freed up to begin working on his hardened shaft. He licked his palm and start to rub gently, awaiting further instruction.
Holly too went to work. She began to massage her own breasts and delicately playing with her nipples. Holly Holliday was no stranger to her own body, she knew all the right spots on her body that men (and women) had failed to locate. Before venturing any lower she felt the need to include Will again.
“So if you were here with me in the bathtub … what would you be doing?”
“I’d kiss you, touch you.”
“That’s right. It all starts with a touch. What then?”
“I’d move from your lips to your neck. I’d leave hickeys that would last for days and days so everyone would know you were mine.”
Holly was thoroughly impressed. Maybe she had misjudged Will. She was getting extremely hot. She started to rub at her clit, and this brought about a moan. Will noticed of course, and this made him harder. Holly pressed for more, “What would you do next?”
“I’d rub my hands up and down your smooth thighs, getting closer to you each time, teasing you just enough so that you’d be ready for me.”
“Ready for what? Would you fuck me William?”
“Not yet … that’ll come later. I’d make it all about you. I’d get you off with my hands first.”
“How selfless of you,” replied Holly as she began to tease her own entrance, imagining those fingers were Will’s and not her own.
“I’d go slowly at first. Not too many fingers, not too fast. Just enough to leave you wanting more.”
Holly alternated between rubbing at her entrance and her clit. She was desperate with need now. Waiting for the go ahead to take that next wonderful step. “Will, I need you. I want you now. I’m ready.”
“Okay, now I’d fuck you … hard. Pounding into you so hard you’d scream.” Holly rammed two fingers into herself, wishing that they were Will’s cock.
“Oh Will, I’m close. This is amazing.”
“I’m right there with you Holly. It’s almost time.”
“No now, it’s coming. Let’s go together.” Holly gasped out as she pinched hard on her clit. Then that’s all it took. She was gone. She felt her whole body clench and then explode. She was lucky she didn’t drop the phone into the soapy water.
Will took a few finals powerful strokes, and he too found release. “Oh Holly!” Then he collapsed into a tired heap, but he accidentally banged his head on the cafeteria table. It knocked him out cold.
Holly was blissfully unaware any of this had transpired though. She merely brought her lips to the receiver of her phone and said simply, “thanks Will, I’ll see you in 2 weeks.” Then she hung up, and sunk lower into the waters of the bathtub now completely relaxed…
…
Santana turned to Brittany and asked, “Do you have your phone with you?”
“I think I left it in there.” She said with a frown. “Maybe there’s a chance it didn’t get exploded!”
“No. I don’t want to risk going back in there. It’s too dangerous.” Santana had just gotten Brittany. She didn’t want to risk losing her. “Come on, we lucked out. I think I left mine in my locker. But we’ll have to go quickly.”
Santana extended her pinky to her girlfriend. They could have probably held hands, but there was something about linking pinkies that made both of them feel inherently safer in each other’s company.
They ran up the stairs to the Senior hallway and found Santana’s phone. Santana only knew one person she could call at this point. She dialed the number and waited patiently for the person on the other end to pick up while Brittany looked on nervously.
“Hello, you’ve reached the deathbed of Kurt Hummel. Please send all floral arrangements via UPS rather than the state postal service.”
“Kurt! Get your flu-infected ass out of bed and get to school now! Oh, and bring your father’s tool box.”
Kurt groaned and perked up skeptically. “Santana what is this about?”
“Uh, Britt and I might have caused a bit of a gas leak, that might be flooding the whole school with funky chemicals. And right now, since you weren’t here when it happened, you’re the only person I’m sure we can trust.”
To be Continued!
Pairing: Santana/Brittany (Ch 1 et al), Finn/Tina (Ch 2), Will/Holly (Ch 3), & Others Later on
Rating: NC17
Spoilers: Takes place in what I hope Season 3 to be.
Disclaimer: I don't own this.
The Gas Leak
Based on a prompt from the Glee Kink Meme (http://glee-kink-meme . livejournal . com/8721 . html?thread=14264849#t14264849)
“Brittany and Santana have one of their famous rendezvouses in the Boiler Room at school. They go at it kind of rough and accidentally cause some type of Gas Leak. Now this gas leak doesn't kill you or make you pass out ... it makes you horny. So in various other parts of the school, multiple other pairs begin to participate in the school wide sex romp.”
Features Brittana and 7 other rair couples/groups.
Chapter 3 - Who You Gonna Call? - Will/Holly
Teacher’s Lounge - 3:25 PM
Will Schuester sat alone in a deserted Teacher’s Lounge grading papers. All he needed to do was grade these last few exams and he’d be home free for the weekend. Since Will became mentor to the Glee Club two years earlier, his day-job as a Spanish teacher was beginning to feel mundane and boring. He lived for that excitement he got to share with the Glee kids.
But even now, Glee wasn’t pleasuring Will Schuester the way it normally was. Everyone was stressed out for the upcoming Sectional. As Will decided to be generous and give the last remaining student a B+, he thought back to all the devices he had used in the past to reinvigorate the students so they wouldn’t self-destruct. One thing stuck in his mind: Holly Holliday.
It was true, Holly Holliday, McKinley’s favorite Substitute teacher, always brought with her a spirit unmatched by any other whenever she paid a visit to the New Directions. A visit from her was just what Will and the kids needed to forget the stress of Sectionals and just have fun for once.
The catch was that things between Will and Holly were icy since last year. She chose to leave rather than see herself lose him to Emma. Will suppressed the past within his mind and thought to himself, “what happened between Holly and I romantically doesn’t matter; the children are all that matter.”
The next thing Will knew he had picked up his cellphone and dialed the familiar number of Holly Holliday. The phone rang four times before she finally picked up.
“Ahoy-Ahoy! This is Holly Holliday!” she said in a warm and happy voice. “What can I do for you Unknown Caller?”
“Holly! It’s Will, Will Schuester, … and Wait. Did you delete my number from your phone?”
“Will!” She sounded shocked and a bit annoyed now. “Shit, this is quite awkward. Yes, Will, I did delete you from my phone, but that is typically what one does after a break up.”
Will was starting to think that this was a bad idea. “No your right. I feel embarrassed. I should hang up…”
“No wait Will,” she interrupted. “Just tell me what you wanted. Is this about us?”
“Actually it isn’t.” Will pleaded his case to the best of his ability. “It’s about my Glee kids. You see we’re preparing for Sectionals again, and I just remember how much fun they had with you all those times last year. I was thinking if you came in and did a couple songs with us it might give them a second wind they need to go into Sectionals on a good note.”
“Well I don’t have anything lined up for the next few weeks, and I did make plenty of friends last year: Rachel, Santana, Brittany, and the rest. I just don’t know if things can be like they once were, especially after how things ended.”
“If this is about Emma, you don’t have to worry about that anymore. Things have changed. I spent too much time last year thinking about myself and my love life that the kids suffered as a result. This year I’m 100% devote to New Directions…”
It had taken a lot of soul searching to figure that out. It was making him sick to his stomach thinking about how horrible things went last year. Or was there another cause for that? Will began to feel funny all of a sudden. His head began to throb and his eyelids became heavy. What was happening to him?
He coughed briefly, alerting Holly of something wrong. “Are you okay Will you just drifted of at the end of that last sentence. Is something wrong?”
Something was different now. Before when they were talking, there was awkwardness brought on by the electronic devices separating them. Now it felt like she was in the room sitting right next to him. For a second there it was almost as if he saw her there in the room too. Will brought his hand to his brow and wiped away a new layer of sweat that had accumulated there. He then rubbed at his eyes trying to regain sight that wasn’t so blurry.
“Will are you still there?” she asked through the phone. He had forgotten how sexy her voice was.
“What are you wearing right now?” … Shit. Did he really just ask her that?
“William, I don’t think this is appropriate…”
“Holly I’m sorry for everything that happened last year. I mean it. Letting you leave was a horrible mistake. Talking to you now … it’s bringing back so many feelings. I just can’t contain it anymore. I need you Holly.”
For once in her life, Holly Holliday didn’t know what to do. She didn’t have a witty one liner or a piece of sage wisdom. She had no idea what had caused this outpouring of emotion from Will, but she had to admit, she liked his forcefulness. So she answered him. “Well Will, it just so happens that your phonecall interrupted my bath/relaxation time. So to answer the question you asked before… I’m currently wearing nothing but bubbles.” She was awesome like that.
“That is so hot,” Will actually blushed at that revelation. He could see it in his mind. He imagined a dimly lit bathroom, a white porcelain tub surround by candles. Holly seated inside the water with her long blonde hair tied up above her head. The bubbles all foamy and fluffy on top of the water that was just high enough to delicately cover the curves of her breasts. “Tell me more,” he pleaded.
“Oh no,” she said. “It your turn now. Where are you?”
“I am currently in the abandoned Teacher’s Longue … all … alone.”
“Wow, that’s daring. That’s a public place. I’m impressed Will Schuester.”
“I don’t know what’s come over me.” That was not exaggeration. He really had no idea.
“Now how’s about you take your pants off and start touching yourself,” Holly said quite bluntly.
“That’s quite a tall order.”
“Hey, I just complimented you for being daring; don’t make me regret that. Plus in case you forgot, I’m currently naked in my bathtub. As long as you are fully clothed, that’s unfair to me. Honestly Will, have you ever had Phone Sex before?”
“Have you?”
“That’s a story for another day. Now are you pants still on?”
He removed his dress slacks and his boxers. Then he moved the cellphone to his less dominant hand, so the other could be freed up to begin working on his hardened shaft. He licked his palm and start to rub gently, awaiting further instruction.
Holly too went to work. She began to massage her own breasts and delicately playing with her nipples. Holly Holliday was no stranger to her own body, she knew all the right spots on her body that men (and women) had failed to locate. Before venturing any lower she felt the need to include Will again.
“So if you were here with me in the bathtub … what would you be doing?”
“I’d kiss you, touch you.”
“That’s right. It all starts with a touch. What then?”
“I’d move from your lips to your neck. I’d leave hickeys that would last for days and days so everyone would know you were mine.”
Holly was thoroughly impressed. Maybe she had misjudged Will. She was getting extremely hot. She started to rub at her clit, and this brought about a moan. Will noticed of course, and this made him harder. Holly pressed for more, “What would you do next?”
“I’d rub my hands up and down your smooth thighs, getting closer to you each time, teasing you just enough so that you’d be ready for me.”
“Ready for what? Would you fuck me William?”
“Not yet … that’ll come later. I’d make it all about you. I’d get you off with my hands first.”
“How selfless of you,” replied Holly as she began to tease her own entrance, imagining those fingers were Will’s and not her own.
“I’d go slowly at first. Not too many fingers, not too fast. Just enough to leave you wanting more.”
Holly alternated between rubbing at her entrance and her clit. She was desperate with need now. Waiting for the go ahead to take that next wonderful step. “Will, I need you. I want you now. I’m ready.”
“Okay, now I’d fuck you … hard. Pounding into you so hard you’d scream.” Holly rammed two fingers into herself, wishing that they were Will’s cock.
“Oh Will, I’m close. This is amazing.”
“I’m right there with you Holly. It’s almost time.”
“No now, it’s coming. Let’s go together.” Holly gasped out as she pinched hard on her clit. Then that’s all it took. She was gone. She felt her whole body clench and then explode. She was lucky she didn’t drop the phone into the soapy water.
Will took a few finals powerful strokes, and he too found release. “Oh Holly!” Then he collapsed into a tired heap, but he accidentally banged his head on the cafeteria table. It knocked him out cold.
Holly was blissfully unaware any of this had transpired though. She merely brought her lips to the receiver of her phone and said simply, “thanks Will, I’ll see you in 2 weeks.” Then she hung up, and sunk lower into the waters of the bathtub now completely relaxed…
…
Santana turned to Brittany and asked, “Do you have your phone with you?”
“I think I left it in there.” She said with a frown. “Maybe there’s a chance it didn’t get exploded!”
“No. I don’t want to risk going back in there. It’s too dangerous.” Santana had just gotten Brittany. She didn’t want to risk losing her. “Come on, we lucked out. I think I left mine in my locker. But we’ll have to go quickly.”
Santana extended her pinky to her girlfriend. They could have probably held hands, but there was something about linking pinkies that made both of them feel inherently safer in each other’s company.
They ran up the stairs to the Senior hallway and found Santana’s phone. Santana only knew one person she could call at this point. She dialed the number and waited patiently for the person on the other end to pick up while Brittany looked on nervously.
“Hello, you’ve reached the deathbed of Kurt Hummel. Please send all floral arrangements via UPS rather than the state postal service.”
“Kurt! Get your flu-infected ass out of bed and get to school now! Oh, and bring your father’s tool box.”
Kurt groaned and perked up skeptically. “Santana what is this about?”
“Uh, Britt and I might have caused a bit of a gas leak, that might be flooding the whole school with funky chemicals. And right now, since you weren’t here when it happened, you’re the only person I’m sure we can trust.”
To be Continued!