Learning Lessons: The Road to Faberrittana (8b/?)
Chapter Title: A Birthday Celebration (Part B)
Author: stargirl888
Word Count: 1700
Spoilers: None
Pairing: Brittany/Santana, Quinn/Rachel
Rating: PG-13
WARNINGS: None
Disclaimer: Not mine, never has been and unfortunately never will be :(
Summary: It’s Quinns birthday party!
A/N: Thanks for all the reviews and feedback. Most of you said you didn’t mind my splitting chapters up so I’m going to keep doing that. This ‘chapter’ will have at least one more part, maybe two. Another special shout out to Kfordy for being a great sounding board! Enjoy and please comment when you’re done!
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It was later that same evening and Quinns house was full of people. Santana was standing by the kitchen doorway watching the way Rachel was standing talking to Ross across the room, her irritation mounting by the second. She was well aware as to why Rachel was practically flirting with the guy - before the party Quinn had made some comment that had inadvertently offended the petite diva and said singer had been trying to get back at Quinn ever since, her attempts getting more and more blatant the more she drank. Quinn had decided to ignore Rachels behaviour after her third apology was rejected and she had asked Santana and Brittany to do the same. Santana had agreed, not realising this would mean watching the guy practically trying to feel her up not ten feet away.
Santana’s cup crinckled as her grip tightened and she tried to stop herself from saying anything - it wasn’t her relationship after all and Quinn had asked them to leave it alone, but Quinn also wasn’t there watching the scene in front of her.
As Santana watched Ross lean down over the diminutive diva and her head tilted slightly up with their lips on a collision course for each other all her resolve not to say anything dissipated. Without stopping to think, Santana pushed herself off the wall she was leaning against and strode over to the pair.
“You’re well aware of who her girlfriend is Ross.” Santana hissed, insinuating herself between them as they broke apart - she had waited a second too long to actually stop the kiss. Ignoring Ross’s stuttered protests she grabbed Rachels wrist and practically dragged the diva into the nearby empty guest room.
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“Would you like to tell me what the fuck you’re thinking?” Santana demanded, locking the door behind her and turning to glare at the girl in front of her.
“He surprised me.” Rachel defended, words slightly slurred.
“Bullshit. You’ve been flirting with him for half the night! What did you think he was going to do?”
“I wasn’t flirting with him, we were talking. There’s a difference.”
“One you clearly don’t know.”
“He kissed me,” Rachel retorted, in her inebreiated state she couldn’t seem to quite grasp why Santana seemed so personally affronted. “And besides, I don’t see what your problem is with all of this, it’s not like I’m dating you!”
“If I had my way you would be.” Santana retorted without thought. Both girls eyes when wide as they realised what Santana had said.
“What do you...?”
“Nothing...I don’t know where that came from.” Santana interrupted quickly, panicked.
“Santana, what do you mean you want to date me?” Rachel asked again.
“I...”
“Santana? Rachel?” Quinns voice interrupted them.
“Forget I said anything. I’m drunk.” Santana replied hastily, heading over to the door.
“I’m drunk, at the most you’re slightly tipsy” Rachel corrected “and I want to know what you meant.”
“Well we all want things we’re not going to get.” Santana snapped as she moved to unlock the door.
“I’m not going to let this go.” Rachel warned hastily as the door opened to emit two very confused blonds.
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Quinn wandered into hallway to find a crowd forming outside the guest room. “What’s going on?” she asked, still relatively sober since she was trying to be a good host.
“Your bitch friend just dragged your girlfriend into the room.” Adrienne replied, grinning giddily, inebriated enough to not realise the long term implications of what he was saying. Exchanging a glance with Brittany, who was behind her, Quinn began to elbow her way through the group. Santana and Rachels friendship was volatile at the best of times - the two of them locked in a room together couldn’t end well.
Getting to the door, she rapped on it loudly. “Santana? Rachel?” she called, hearing muffled voices coming from inside.
“What on earth’s going on?” Quinn asked in bewilderment as Brittany shut the door behind them.
Santana gave Rachel a warning look before answering. “I just saw your girlfriend getting it on with Ross.”
“What?” Quinn demanded, turning to Rachel.
“Please, we were hardly ‘getting it on’” Rachel replied with a dramatic eye roll, making air quotes with her hands. “We were both drunk and he got the wrong idea so he kissed me.”
“He only got the wrong idea because you led him on...Oww!” Brittany, who had moved to stand next to Santana gave her arm a pinch - warning her to let Rachel tell Quinn on her own.
“I’m sorry, what?” Quinn repeated again.
“He kissed me, but it’s no big deal.” Santana let out a disbelieving sound but didn’t comment.
“It certainly is a big deal, but we can wait until you’re sober to discuss it. You can just stay in here for the night and sleep off whatever it is you drank and we’ll talk in the morning,” Quinn directed as a crash echoed from the other room, making her cringe as she wondered which of her mothers ornaments had been broken. She was not in the right headspace to deal with Rachel right then.
“Baby, it really was no big deal.” Quinn raised an eyebrow at the endearment Rachel never used for her before shaking it off.
“We’ll discuss it tomorrow.” Turning to the other two in the room Quinn motioned them out, following a second later.
As they went back through the house the trio were accosted by some of the other party goers wanting to know what had happened and all chances of a private conversation at that moment went out of the window
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Brittany let out a low moan as Santana roughly pushed her against the bathroom door, hastily reaching behind her to lock it as Santana began teasing the skin on her neck in a way that would no doubt leave a mark. There was something off though in the way Santana was kissing her, a desperation that told Brittany Santana was trying to convince herself of something. The fact that they hadn’t discussed what happened with Rachel yet also gave Brittany a fair idea as to what it was about.
“I want to know what you said to Rachel.” Brittany panted as she tried to catch her breath enough to put pause to Santana’s attack.
Santana let out a frustrated groan that Brittany wanted to mimic because she too didn’t really want to stop what they were doing, but she also knew that they needed to talk about whatever was bothering Santana first.
“Nothing.” Santana mumbled against the blonds skin. Brittany spun them around so that Santana was now` the one pressed to the door.
“Really?” She asked, grinding their hips together pointedly before stopping completely. “Because I’m fairly certain the mark on my neck tells me otherwise.” Santana generally only marked Brittany in a visible place if she was feeling insecure about something.
“Can we just not talk about it right now?” Santana requested, trying to flip them again, not wanting to be topped right then.
“No.” Brittany pulled back irritably “whatever it is is bothering you. Why were you so upset about Rachel kissing Ross?”
“Quinn’s one of my best friends and I don’t want to see her hurt because Rachel did something stupid when she was drunk.”
Brittany scoffed and pulled away completely, taking a couple of steps back. “Q’s my friend too, and that is not what you were trying to prove to yourself a moment ago.” she snapped, irritation getting the better of her. She really wasn’t in the mood to try coax Santana’s thoughts and feelings out of her that night, especially when Santana wasn’t going to at least try and meet her half way.
“Well you’re the one who always thinks she knows what everyone’s thinking and feeling, you tell me what I’m trying to convince myself of.” Santana snapped back. She already had enough questions about her unexplainable reaction to Rachels behaviour tonight without Brittany raising more while trying to talk to her about them.
Brittany gave Santana a hard look which Santana met and then huffing irritably she stormed out of the room. Brittany gave her a moments head start reluctantly returning to the party herself.
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Brittany and Santana had both arranged to stay over at Quinns house that night. The party was already winding down when Brittany and Santana were in the bathroom and just over an hour later the house was empty other too the three girls who were sleeping there.
Santana had disappeared after their fight, as Brittany had expected her to do, but she wasn’t worried though because Santana had still had enough presence of mind to send her a couple of texts confirming she was okay.
Brittany reluctantly settled down to sleep in an otherwise empty bed, and was just dozing off when she felt a dip in the mattress as a familiar scent permeated the air.
Santana slipped sheepishly into bed beside her girlfriend. She regretted blocking Brittany out earlier but she had needed the time to sort out things in her own head first, before being asked to share, even if it was with Brittany.
She had winded up sitting at an all night diner just considering her life and her options.
Brittany shifted as Santana manoeuvred to spoon her from behind, placing her arm atop the one that was lying comfortably over her waist and meshing their fingers together.
“I’m sorry about earlier.” Santana murmured softly into the quiet night air, sensing Brittany was awake. Brittany snuggled deeper against her and gave her hand a squeeze, silently acknowledging her words.
“i think I have deeper feelings for Rachel than I realised.”
“I know.” Brittany murmured softly snuggling down against Santana’s body
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AN2: So thoughts, comments, suggestions? Let me know you’re out there!
Author: stargirl888
Word Count: 1700
Spoilers: None
Pairing: Brittany/Santana, Quinn/Rachel
Rating: PG-13
WARNINGS: None
Disclaimer: Not mine, never has been and unfortunately never will be :(
Summary: It’s Quinns birthday party!
A/N: Thanks for all the reviews and feedback. Most of you said you didn’t mind my splitting chapters up so I’m going to keep doing that. This ‘chapter’ will have at least one more part, maybe two. Another special shout out to Kfordy for being a great sounding board! Enjoy and please comment when you’re done!
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It was later that same evening and Quinns house was full of people. Santana was standing by the kitchen doorway watching the way Rachel was standing talking to Ross across the room, her irritation mounting by the second. She was well aware as to why Rachel was practically flirting with the guy - before the party Quinn had made some comment that had inadvertently offended the petite diva and said singer had been trying to get back at Quinn ever since, her attempts getting more and more blatant the more she drank. Quinn had decided to ignore Rachels behaviour after her third apology was rejected and she had asked Santana and Brittany to do the same. Santana had agreed, not realising this would mean watching the guy practically trying to feel her up not ten feet away.
Santana’s cup crinckled as her grip tightened and she tried to stop herself from saying anything - it wasn’t her relationship after all and Quinn had asked them to leave it alone, but Quinn also wasn’t there watching the scene in front of her.
As Santana watched Ross lean down over the diminutive diva and her head tilted slightly up with their lips on a collision course for each other all her resolve not to say anything dissipated. Without stopping to think, Santana pushed herself off the wall she was leaning against and strode over to the pair.
“You’re well aware of who her girlfriend is Ross.” Santana hissed, insinuating herself between them as they broke apart - she had waited a second too long to actually stop the kiss. Ignoring Ross’s stuttered protests she grabbed Rachels wrist and practically dragged the diva into the nearby empty guest room.
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“Would you like to tell me what the fuck you’re thinking?” Santana demanded, locking the door behind her and turning to glare at the girl in front of her.
“He surprised me.” Rachel defended, words slightly slurred.
“Bullshit. You’ve been flirting with him for half the night! What did you think he was going to do?”
“I wasn’t flirting with him, we were talking. There’s a difference.”
“One you clearly don’t know.”
“He kissed me,” Rachel retorted, in her inebreiated state she couldn’t seem to quite grasp why Santana seemed so personally affronted. “And besides, I don’t see what your problem is with all of this, it’s not like I’m dating you!”
“If I had my way you would be.” Santana retorted without thought. Both girls eyes when wide as they realised what Santana had said.
“What do you...?”
“Nothing...I don’t know where that came from.” Santana interrupted quickly, panicked.
“Santana, what do you mean you want to date me?” Rachel asked again.
“I...”
“Santana? Rachel?” Quinns voice interrupted them.
“Forget I said anything. I’m drunk.” Santana replied hastily, heading over to the door.
“I’m drunk, at the most you’re slightly tipsy” Rachel corrected “and I want to know what you meant.”
“Well we all want things we’re not going to get.” Santana snapped as she moved to unlock the door.
“I’m not going to let this go.” Rachel warned hastily as the door opened to emit two very confused blonds.
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Quinn wandered into hallway to find a crowd forming outside the guest room. “What’s going on?” she asked, still relatively sober since she was trying to be a good host.
“Your bitch friend just dragged your girlfriend into the room.” Adrienne replied, grinning giddily, inebriated enough to not realise the long term implications of what he was saying. Exchanging a glance with Brittany, who was behind her, Quinn began to elbow her way through the group. Santana and Rachels friendship was volatile at the best of times - the two of them locked in a room together couldn’t end well.
Getting to the door, she rapped on it loudly. “Santana? Rachel?” she called, hearing muffled voices coming from inside.
“What on earth’s going on?” Quinn asked in bewilderment as Brittany shut the door behind them.
Santana gave Rachel a warning look before answering. “I just saw your girlfriend getting it on with Ross.”
“What?” Quinn demanded, turning to Rachel.
“Please, we were hardly ‘getting it on’” Rachel replied with a dramatic eye roll, making air quotes with her hands. “We were both drunk and he got the wrong idea so he kissed me.”
“He only got the wrong idea because you led him on...Oww!” Brittany, who had moved to stand next to Santana gave her arm a pinch - warning her to let Rachel tell Quinn on her own.
“I’m sorry, what?” Quinn repeated again.
“He kissed me, but it’s no big deal.” Santana let out a disbelieving sound but didn’t comment.
“It certainly is a big deal, but we can wait until you’re sober to discuss it. You can just stay in here for the night and sleep off whatever it is you drank and we’ll talk in the morning,” Quinn directed as a crash echoed from the other room, making her cringe as she wondered which of her mothers ornaments had been broken. She was not in the right headspace to deal with Rachel right then.
“Baby, it really was no big deal.” Quinn raised an eyebrow at the endearment Rachel never used for her before shaking it off.
“We’ll discuss it tomorrow.” Turning to the other two in the room Quinn motioned them out, following a second later.
As they went back through the house the trio were accosted by some of the other party goers wanting to know what had happened and all chances of a private conversation at that moment went out of the window
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Brittany let out a low moan as Santana roughly pushed her against the bathroom door, hastily reaching behind her to lock it as Santana began teasing the skin on her neck in a way that would no doubt leave a mark. There was something off though in the way Santana was kissing her, a desperation that told Brittany Santana was trying to convince herself of something. The fact that they hadn’t discussed what happened with Rachel yet also gave Brittany a fair idea as to what it was about.
“I want to know what you said to Rachel.” Brittany panted as she tried to catch her breath enough to put pause to Santana’s attack.
Santana let out a frustrated groan that Brittany wanted to mimic because she too didn’t really want to stop what they were doing, but she also knew that they needed to talk about whatever was bothering Santana first.
“Nothing.” Santana mumbled against the blonds skin. Brittany spun them around so that Santana was now` the one pressed to the door.
“Really?” She asked, grinding their hips together pointedly before stopping completely. “Because I’m fairly certain the mark on my neck tells me otherwise.” Santana generally only marked Brittany in a visible place if she was feeling insecure about something.
“Can we just not talk about it right now?” Santana requested, trying to flip them again, not wanting to be topped right then.
“No.” Brittany pulled back irritably “whatever it is is bothering you. Why were you so upset about Rachel kissing Ross?”
“Quinn’s one of my best friends and I don’t want to see her hurt because Rachel did something stupid when she was drunk.”
Brittany scoffed and pulled away completely, taking a couple of steps back. “Q’s my friend too, and that is not what you were trying to prove to yourself a moment ago.” she snapped, irritation getting the better of her. She really wasn’t in the mood to try coax Santana’s thoughts and feelings out of her that night, especially when Santana wasn’t going to at least try and meet her half way.
“Well you’re the one who always thinks she knows what everyone’s thinking and feeling, you tell me what I’m trying to convince myself of.” Santana snapped back. She already had enough questions about her unexplainable reaction to Rachels behaviour tonight without Brittany raising more while trying to talk to her about them.
Brittany gave Santana a hard look which Santana met and then huffing irritably she stormed out of the room. Brittany gave her a moments head start reluctantly returning to the party herself.
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Brittany and Santana had both arranged to stay over at Quinns house that night. The party was already winding down when Brittany and Santana were in the bathroom and just over an hour later the house was empty other too the three girls who were sleeping there.
Santana had disappeared after their fight, as Brittany had expected her to do, but she wasn’t worried though because Santana had still had enough presence of mind to send her a couple of texts confirming she was okay.
Brittany reluctantly settled down to sleep in an otherwise empty bed, and was just dozing off when she felt a dip in the mattress as a familiar scent permeated the air.
Santana slipped sheepishly into bed beside her girlfriend. She regretted blocking Brittany out earlier but she had needed the time to sort out things in her own head first, before being asked to share, even if it was with Brittany.
She had winded up sitting at an all night diner just considering her life and her options.
Brittany shifted as Santana manoeuvred to spoon her from behind, placing her arm atop the one that was lying comfortably over her waist and meshing their fingers together.
“I’m sorry about earlier.” Santana murmured softly into the quiet night air, sensing Brittany was awake. Brittany snuggled deeper against her and gave her hand a squeeze, silently acknowledging her words.
“i think I have deeper feelings for Rachel than I realised.”
“I know.” Brittany murmured softly snuggling down against Santana’s body
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AN2: So thoughts, comments, suggestions? Let me know you’re out there!