Learning Lessons: The Road to Faberrittana (8c/?)
Chapter Title: A Birthday Party - Part C (Final Part)
Author: stargirl888
Word Count: About 2700
Spoilers: None
Pairing: Brittany/Santana, Quinn/Rachel, Mentions Rachel/Santana
Rating: M
WARNINGS: Contains consensual disciplinary spanking.
Disclaimer: Not mine, never has been and unfortunately never will be :(
Summary: Rachel faces the consequences of her indiscretions and she and Santana talk about what happened at the party.
A/N: I feel like now is a good time to just confirm that Faberrittana is still end game and it will happen, but this story is a marathon and not a sprint, we are getting there, but there’s still lots to go through first. To the one reviewer who asked me to try stay away from the Faberrittana storyline, I apologise but the fic is called ‘The Road to Faberrittana’ for a reason. Oh and I have no idea why LJ is insisting on putting everything in bold - it wasn't intentional
Otherwise here you go...review when you’re done ;)
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Santana woke up to an empty space beside her when she knew there had been a warm body there when she fell asleep.
Rolling over onto her back and stretching out she lifted her head slightly to find Brittany perched on the windowsill watching her with her arms crossed.
“Morning.” Santana greeted through a yawn and Brittany gave her a half smile as she returned the greeting.
“Just give me like ten minutes to wake up properly first.” Santana requested, catching on to the tone of Brittanys salutation. Brittany wanted to talk, and Brittany’s favourite time to fo that was first thing in the morning, Santana was the opposite, hating to even take the effort to say more than a couple of words before she was fully awake.
Brittany gave a small nod in agreement and stayed by the window, her fingers fiddling impatiently. Santana let her head drop back onto the pillow and just lay there for a minute, trying to convince herself to wake up and focus. After a few moments she reluctantly sat up and propped her pillow against the headboard to lean against and sat back.
“Okay.” Santana agreed when she was ready.
Brittany moved to sit on the bed in front of Santana and reached out to join their hands together, reluctant to ask what she wanted to. Santana became concerned
“I know I’m being stupid and insecure and please don’t judge me for this, but I need to hear you say it in your own words. How do you feel about me?”
Santana was taken aback; it wasn’t like Brittany to be insecure about their relationship - it was always Santana who needed the reassurances.
“B, I love you. You’re my best friend, my lover and the person I want to spend the rest of my life with. You know me better than anyone in this whole world, you have to know that.” Not one for sappy speeches Santana could feel a self conscious blush rising to her cheeks.
“I do,” Brittany assured her, relaxing at Santana’s words, “I just needed to hear you say it.”
“B, this thing with Rachel, we can just forget it ever happened,” Santana suggested, because no matter what she felt for the smaller girl, Brittany was her first priority.
“No we can’t.” Brittany said with a rueful smile, “Feelings won’t just go away by ignoring them. But it’s okay, I don’t mind you exploring them. I know it’s possible to like, or even love more than one person at a time, and I’m not going to be selfish enough to try keep you all to myself.”
“I’ve done it to you.” Santana pointed out with shame, bringing up past hurts.
“Yes, and we both learnt from that experience. I’ll be able to handle sharing you, but I can’t promise there won’t be times when I’ll need some reassurance.”
“And what about you?” Santana asked referring to Brittany’s original idea of her it being the four of them.
“I think for now how about you just focus on your feelings for Rachel, see how things develop and then if an opportunity comes up for me to be involved later we’ll talk about it.”
“I can’t help feeling that this is being unfair to you.”
“Don’t worry about me. I’ll be fine as long as end of the day I still have you.”
“So I can talk to Rachel and if she wants to try being more than friends we can be?” Santana tried not to sound too hopeful but she really did want this opportunity.
“Yes.” Brittany confirmed and Santana leant forward to capture her lips in a passionate kiss of gratitude, pushing Brittany onto her back in the process.
‘
Rather than progressing further they just lay there in a tangle of limbs, enjoying being with each other as their tongues preformed a well rehearsed dance.
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When Rachel was awoken that morning she was immediately anxious, remembering what had happened the night before. She could practically feel Quinns piercing glare on her as the blond pulled open the curtains.
“Good morning sunshine!” Quinn greeted her with faux happiness as Rachel rolled over with a groan, trying to escape the light. “Come on, get up, we have things to discuss.”
Rachel reluctantly sat up, squinting against the bright light shining in from outside. Thankfully she only had a minor headache, Quinn having brought her some water to drink before she fell asleep the night before.
“Here.” Quinn offered, tossing her a box of aspirin and a bottle of water.
“Thanks.” Rachel mumbled as she had the medicine
“I’m giving you a thirty minute grace period to get up, have a shower and get dressed while the medicine kicks in before we talk.”
“Thanks.” Rachel murmured as Quinn walked out.
By the time Quinn returned Rachel was ready and dressed for her day, the aspirin doing wonders for her head and she pretty much felt like herself again, meaning the guilt was already starting to eat away at her.
“I want to start by saying that no matter how irritated you were with me, there is no way that your behaviour last night was in any way acceptable.” Quinn said, getting straight to the point. “You may have been annoyed over the comment I made about your dress, but I apologised for it three times, and the fact you were still annoyed with me afterwards was by your choice alone. You don’t just get to go flirt with and kiss random people when you’re annoyed. Do You agree?”
The corner of Rachels mouth twitching momentarily into a rueful half smile; since they had spoken about it Quinn had been making an effort to remember to check that Rachel agreed with her.
“I do.” Rachel replied nervously. “I never should have done that and I swear it didn’t mean anything.”
“You’re sure? Five months from now I’m not going to find out you’re sleeping with him or something?” Quinn asked, fighting to keep the insecurities from her voice.
“No. I swear.” Rachel assured her “I was just irritated and trying to make you jealous. I was only planning on talking to him though, I never meant for it to progress any further.”
Quinn considered Rachel for a moment, deciding to believe her. The girl was too honest for her own good anyway, and Quinn could almost always catch her out in a lie. She gave a curt nod to show her acceptance of Rachels explanation.
“Okay, now I know you don’t go to that many parties, but since alcohol seems to have been a contributing factor in your behaviour, at the next two you attend I expect you to remain sober, as in not a sip of even one drink.”
“Alright.” Rachel agreed, not telling Quinn that she had already pretty much sworn off alcohol after the previous night.
“Shall we move on to the other part of your punishment?” Quinn asked, Rachel knowing to which she was referring. “Come here.” Quinn instructed as she took a seat on the end of the bed. When Rachel was close enough Quinn quickly set to work lowering her jeans and panties before guiding Rachel over her lap.
“So...” Quinn prompted, not needing to explain what she wanted.
“I got drunk, flirted with and kissed someone who wasn’t you because I was irritated and trying to make you jealous.” Rachel muttered the reason for her position.
Quinn immediately started to deliver firm smacks, developing a slow rhythm while she warmed Rachel up. Rachel tried to shimmy and wiggle in her normal, overly dramatic way, which Quinn chose to ignore, simply focussing on the task at hand. While she did Quinn tried to think up what implement she could use - most of the items she had were kept in her room, which was currently occupied with Brittany and Santana, who had stayed in there while she joined Rachel in the guest room, and there was no way she was risking going in there at this time of the morning, knowing there was a very good chance that they would be engaged in some activity she’d rather not know about.
“Rachel, get up for me.” Quinn asked once Rachel bottom was a rosy pink colour. Rachel did so hesitantly, not sure what to expect since Quinn didn’t normally interrupt a spanking part way through and there was no way she was done yet. “You can pull up your pants, and then I want you to go down to the kitchen and get me the wooden spoon that’s in the container next to the stove.”
“But what if someone sees me?” Rachel protested weakly, knowing she’d be mortified if she bumped into Brittany or Santana...though that wouldn’t be anything new considering some of the things they’d borne witness to.
“Well you weren’t exactly concerned about who saw you last night, were you?” Quinn replied nonchalantly.
Sulking as though she had the weight of the world on her shoulders Rachel reluctantly headed downstairs, torn between going quickly to avoid seeing anyone or going slowly to delay what awaited her when she got back.
Luckily for Rachel, Brittany and Santana were still sequestered in Quinns room and she returned to her girlfriend with the required item without incident.
Rachel handed over the item nervously, not sure what to expect since they had never used it before. Quinn repeated the same procedure of lowering Rachels pants and panties and helping her back over her lap before examining the spoon properly.
The first swat caught Rachel by surprise and she jumped slightly. The lighter wood of the spoon meant that the result was more stingy than that of the hairbrush and Rachel found she preferred the effect, hoping that she was right in believing the effects wouldn’t be as long lasting. After a few moments of trying out different strengths and techniques with the spoon, Quinn settled on a preference and fell into a quick rhythm.
Soon enough Rachel was bucking around wildly while trying to avoid the spoon and Quinn had to pause long enough to secure Rachels legs between her own, before continuing on.
Eventually, Quinn decided Rachel had had enough and stopped, rubbing soothing circles on her back while Rachel calmed down. Helping Rachel to her feet Quinn immediately pulled Rachel to her for a hug.
“So no more flirting with people who aren’t your girlfriend, got it?” Quinn warned lightly, and Rachel murmured her agreement.
Kissing her lips softly, Quinn pulled back slightly. “I’ll go and get breakfast ready while you tidy yourself up a bit and call you when it’s ready.”
“Okay,” Rachel agreed, leaning up for another kiss before letting her go.
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Wandering down the corridor a little while later, Santana paused as the familiar sound of a spanking echoing the from guestroom where the door was slightly ajar. Santana mentally shook her head in at that; she never understood how either girl could be comfortable with other people hearing, even if it was only her and Britts.
She had already finished making the coffee when Quinn entered. “Good morning?” Santana greeted her, posing it as a question. Quinn rolled her eyes
“She kissed him.” Quinn defended, misinterpreting the judgmental edge to Santana’s words.
“I didn’t say anything.” Santana held her hands up in surrender.
“Morning!” Brittany greeted cheerily a second later, skipping over to give Santana a peck on the lips before helping herself to her girlfriend coffee. “So what the plan for today?”
“Well we have to clean this place up before my mom gets back tonight.” Quinn hinted while she started chopping fruit for their breakfast.
“I’m sorry ‘we’?” Santana interrupted “I don’t recall it being my idea to have a party.”
“Really, because I’m pretty sure your exact words were ‘Q, your birthdays coming up and you have to have a party’” Brittany argued playfully.
“You’re meant to be on my side.” Santana pouted, taking back her coffee and pretending to sulk.
“Aww, I’m always on your side honey,” Brittany cooed, going to wrap her arms around her “which is why Quinn and I will stay here cleaning while you take Rachel to her singing lesson.”
Brittany didn’t miss the slightly panicked look Santana sent her, knowing that she’d rather put off the conversation with Rachel for as long as possible. Santana could see Brittany wasn’t going to budge on this though so she reluctantly agreed.
Quinn finished chopping the fruit and set it, along with some muesli and yoghurt on the counter for the girls to all serve themselves.
“Rach, breakfast’s ready.” She called, going to wait by the kitchen door for her girlfriend. A few moment s later a rather demure looking Rachel appeared and Quinn immediately gave her a quick hug.
“Santana’s going to take you to your vocal lessons if that’s okay - I need to clean up around here.” Quinn explained as they joined the others and started dishing up.
“Okay.” Rachel agreed, glad that she wouldn’t have to find a way to talk to Santana herself.
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Rachel had been debating all through breakfast the best way to bring up what had happened the previous night with Santana, and even now that she was in the car next to the latina, both sitting in uncomfortable silence, she still hadn’t decided.
“I feel like I should apologise to you but I don’t know why I should because I never actually did anything to you. Why did you get so upset about my kissing Ross?” Rachel figured that since Santana was an upfront sort of person she’d appreciate them just getting to the heart of the matter.
Santana let out a heavy sigh, reluctant to begin explaining.
“Rachel, I’ve known for a while now that my feelings are not purely platonic.” She admitted nervously; a revelation which before last night would have surprised Rachel to no end. “But I didn’t realize how strongly I felt until I saw you with Ross last night.”
“You’ve seen me with kiss Quinn hundreds of times.” Rachel pointed out, trying to process what Santana was saying.
“I know. I think it’s because I’m used to it, and you were with Quinn before I felt anything for you, but if you were going to be with someone else I would want that person to be me.” The admission was both liberating and terrifying for Santana.
“You want to be with me? To date me?” Rachel repeated and Santana’s heart was beating a mile a minute but she took it as a good sign that Rachel hadn’t out rightly said no.“And Brittany? What you and she have...”
“Brittany...is Brittany.”
“You always say that but what does it even mean?” Rachel countered. She didn’t want there to be any ambiguity around this because it could only lead to problems.
“It means that she’s Brittany,” Santana sighed, “She’s always going to be the constant in my life and the exception to just about everything.”
“So...” Rachel prompted.
“So she’s still my girlfriend, and I still love her and all that stuff, but I also really care for you and Brittany had agreed to, if you’re up to it, us seeing what could happen between us.”
“Santana, I’m not going to deny that I feel something for you too,” Santana felt a small amount of hope at Rachels confirmation of her feelings “If I were single, maybe we could try, but I’m dating Quinn, and we’re definitely monogamous and I’m not going to go behind her back with her best friend.”
“I wasn’t suggesting you cheat on Quinn.” Santana said, offended by the implication as she pulled into the driveway of Rachels vocal coach’s house. “I was suggesting you arrange with her so that you can try date the both of us. People are not made to be monogamous, and the fact that you feel something for me at the same time as Quinn should tell you that.”
Rachel sighed, opening the door as she considered her options. “I’ll think about it, but that’s all I’m promising.”
“That’s all I ask.” Santana replied, “Give me a shout if you need me to pick you up afterward.”
“I think I’ll probably just walk home.” Rachel explained - she lived about two blocks away and knew she would need time alone to really think before having to see Santana again.
Pulling back into the road Santana heaved a sigh of relief that as nerve wracking as that conversation had been it had ended positively. Now she just had to wait and pray Quinn doesn’t over react if Rachel decided to tell her.
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AN: Personally I rather liked seeing that Brittany also has her moments of weakness and insecurities but I'm interested on what you thought on the matter. Just in case you’ve missed all my previous A/N’s (on like every single chapter) - Comment are always encouraged!
Author: stargirl888
Word Count: About 2700
Spoilers: None
Pairing: Brittany/Santana, Quinn/Rachel, Mentions Rachel/Santana
Rating: M
WARNINGS: Contains consensual disciplinary spanking.
Disclaimer: Not mine, never has been and unfortunately never will be :(
Summary: Rachel faces the consequences of her indiscretions and she and Santana talk about what happened at the party.
A/N: I feel like now is a good time to just confirm that Faberrittana is still end game and it will happen, but this story is a marathon and not a sprint, we are getting there, but there’s still lots to go through first. To the one reviewer who asked me to try stay away from the Faberrittana storyline, I apologise but the fic is called ‘The Road to Faberrittana’ for a reason. Oh and I have no idea why LJ is insisting on putting everything in bold - it wasn't intentional
Otherwise here you go...review when you’re done ;)
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Santana woke up to an empty space beside her when she knew there had been a warm body there when she fell asleep.
Rolling over onto her back and stretching out she lifted her head slightly to find Brittany perched on the windowsill watching her with her arms crossed.
“Morning.” Santana greeted through a yawn and Brittany gave her a half smile as she returned the greeting.
“Just give me like ten minutes to wake up properly first.” Santana requested, catching on to the tone of Brittanys salutation. Brittany wanted to talk, and Brittany’s favourite time to fo that was first thing in the morning, Santana was the opposite, hating to even take the effort to say more than a couple of words before she was fully awake.
Brittany gave a small nod in agreement and stayed by the window, her fingers fiddling impatiently. Santana let her head drop back onto the pillow and just lay there for a minute, trying to convince herself to wake up and focus. After a few moments she reluctantly sat up and propped her pillow against the headboard to lean against and sat back.
“Okay.” Santana agreed when she was ready.
Brittany moved to sit on the bed in front of Santana and reached out to join their hands together, reluctant to ask what she wanted to. Santana became concerned
“I know I’m being stupid and insecure and please don’t judge me for this, but I need to hear you say it in your own words. How do you feel about me?”
Santana was taken aback; it wasn’t like Brittany to be insecure about their relationship - it was always Santana who needed the reassurances.
“B, I love you. You’re my best friend, my lover and the person I want to spend the rest of my life with. You know me better than anyone in this whole world, you have to know that.” Not one for sappy speeches Santana could feel a self conscious blush rising to her cheeks.
“I do,” Brittany assured her, relaxing at Santana’s words, “I just needed to hear you say it.”
“B, this thing with Rachel, we can just forget it ever happened,” Santana suggested, because no matter what she felt for the smaller girl, Brittany was her first priority.
“No we can’t.” Brittany said with a rueful smile, “Feelings won’t just go away by ignoring them. But it’s okay, I don’t mind you exploring them. I know it’s possible to like, or even love more than one person at a time, and I’m not going to be selfish enough to try keep you all to myself.”
“I’ve done it to you.” Santana pointed out with shame, bringing up past hurts.
“Yes, and we both learnt from that experience. I’ll be able to handle sharing you, but I can’t promise there won’t be times when I’ll need some reassurance.”
“And what about you?” Santana asked referring to Brittany’s original idea of her it being the four of them.
“I think for now how about you just focus on your feelings for Rachel, see how things develop and then if an opportunity comes up for me to be involved later we’ll talk about it.”
“I can’t help feeling that this is being unfair to you.”
“Don’t worry about me. I’ll be fine as long as end of the day I still have you.”
“So I can talk to Rachel and if she wants to try being more than friends we can be?” Santana tried not to sound too hopeful but she really did want this opportunity.
“Yes.” Brittany confirmed and Santana leant forward to capture her lips in a passionate kiss of gratitude, pushing Brittany onto her back in the process.
‘
Rather than progressing further they just lay there in a tangle of limbs, enjoying being with each other as their tongues preformed a well rehearsed dance.
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When Rachel was awoken that morning she was immediately anxious, remembering what had happened the night before. She could practically feel Quinns piercing glare on her as the blond pulled open the curtains.
“Good morning sunshine!” Quinn greeted her with faux happiness as Rachel rolled over with a groan, trying to escape the light. “Come on, get up, we have things to discuss.”
Rachel reluctantly sat up, squinting against the bright light shining in from outside. Thankfully she only had a minor headache, Quinn having brought her some water to drink before she fell asleep the night before.
“Here.” Quinn offered, tossing her a box of aspirin and a bottle of water.
“Thanks.” Rachel mumbled as she had the medicine
“I’m giving you a thirty minute grace period to get up, have a shower and get dressed while the medicine kicks in before we talk.”
“Thanks.” Rachel murmured as Quinn walked out.
By the time Quinn returned Rachel was ready and dressed for her day, the aspirin doing wonders for her head and she pretty much felt like herself again, meaning the guilt was already starting to eat away at her.
“I want to start by saying that no matter how irritated you were with me, there is no way that your behaviour last night was in any way acceptable.” Quinn said, getting straight to the point. “You may have been annoyed over the comment I made about your dress, but I apologised for it three times, and the fact you were still annoyed with me afterwards was by your choice alone. You don’t just get to go flirt with and kiss random people when you’re annoyed. Do You agree?”
The corner of Rachels mouth twitching momentarily into a rueful half smile; since they had spoken about it Quinn had been making an effort to remember to check that Rachel agreed with her.
“I do.” Rachel replied nervously. “I never should have done that and I swear it didn’t mean anything.”
“You’re sure? Five months from now I’m not going to find out you’re sleeping with him or something?” Quinn asked, fighting to keep the insecurities from her voice.
“No. I swear.” Rachel assured her “I was just irritated and trying to make you jealous. I was only planning on talking to him though, I never meant for it to progress any further.”
Quinn considered Rachel for a moment, deciding to believe her. The girl was too honest for her own good anyway, and Quinn could almost always catch her out in a lie. She gave a curt nod to show her acceptance of Rachels explanation.
“Okay, now I know you don’t go to that many parties, but since alcohol seems to have been a contributing factor in your behaviour, at the next two you attend I expect you to remain sober, as in not a sip of even one drink.”
“Alright.” Rachel agreed, not telling Quinn that she had already pretty much sworn off alcohol after the previous night.
“Shall we move on to the other part of your punishment?” Quinn asked, Rachel knowing to which she was referring. “Come here.” Quinn instructed as she took a seat on the end of the bed. When Rachel was close enough Quinn quickly set to work lowering her jeans and panties before guiding Rachel over her lap.
“So...” Quinn prompted, not needing to explain what she wanted.
“I got drunk, flirted with and kissed someone who wasn’t you because I was irritated and trying to make you jealous.” Rachel muttered the reason for her position.
Quinn immediately started to deliver firm smacks, developing a slow rhythm while she warmed Rachel up. Rachel tried to shimmy and wiggle in her normal, overly dramatic way, which Quinn chose to ignore, simply focussing on the task at hand. While she did Quinn tried to think up what implement she could use - most of the items she had were kept in her room, which was currently occupied with Brittany and Santana, who had stayed in there while she joined Rachel in the guest room, and there was no way she was risking going in there at this time of the morning, knowing there was a very good chance that they would be engaged in some activity she’d rather not know about.
“Rachel, get up for me.” Quinn asked once Rachel bottom was a rosy pink colour. Rachel did so hesitantly, not sure what to expect since Quinn didn’t normally interrupt a spanking part way through and there was no way she was done yet. “You can pull up your pants, and then I want you to go down to the kitchen and get me the wooden spoon that’s in the container next to the stove.”
“But what if someone sees me?” Rachel protested weakly, knowing she’d be mortified if she bumped into Brittany or Santana...though that wouldn’t be anything new considering some of the things they’d borne witness to.
“Well you weren’t exactly concerned about who saw you last night, were you?” Quinn replied nonchalantly.
Sulking as though she had the weight of the world on her shoulders Rachel reluctantly headed downstairs, torn between going quickly to avoid seeing anyone or going slowly to delay what awaited her when she got back.
Luckily for Rachel, Brittany and Santana were still sequestered in Quinns room and she returned to her girlfriend with the required item without incident.
Rachel handed over the item nervously, not sure what to expect since they had never used it before. Quinn repeated the same procedure of lowering Rachels pants and panties and helping her back over her lap before examining the spoon properly.
The first swat caught Rachel by surprise and she jumped slightly. The lighter wood of the spoon meant that the result was more stingy than that of the hairbrush and Rachel found she preferred the effect, hoping that she was right in believing the effects wouldn’t be as long lasting. After a few moments of trying out different strengths and techniques with the spoon, Quinn settled on a preference and fell into a quick rhythm.
Soon enough Rachel was bucking around wildly while trying to avoid the spoon and Quinn had to pause long enough to secure Rachels legs between her own, before continuing on.
Eventually, Quinn decided Rachel had had enough and stopped, rubbing soothing circles on her back while Rachel calmed down. Helping Rachel to her feet Quinn immediately pulled Rachel to her for a hug.
“So no more flirting with people who aren’t your girlfriend, got it?” Quinn warned lightly, and Rachel murmured her agreement.
Kissing her lips softly, Quinn pulled back slightly. “I’ll go and get breakfast ready while you tidy yourself up a bit and call you when it’s ready.”
“Okay,” Rachel agreed, leaning up for another kiss before letting her go.
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Wandering down the corridor a little while later, Santana paused as the familiar sound of a spanking echoing the from guestroom where the door was slightly ajar. Santana mentally shook her head in at that; she never understood how either girl could be comfortable with other people hearing, even if it was only her and Britts.
She had already finished making the coffee when Quinn entered. “Good morning?” Santana greeted her, posing it as a question. Quinn rolled her eyes
“She kissed him.” Quinn defended, misinterpreting the judgmental edge to Santana’s words.
“I didn’t say anything.” Santana held her hands up in surrender.
“Morning!” Brittany greeted cheerily a second later, skipping over to give Santana a peck on the lips before helping herself to her girlfriend coffee. “So what the plan for today?”
“Well we have to clean this place up before my mom gets back tonight.” Quinn hinted while she started chopping fruit for their breakfast.
“I’m sorry ‘we’?” Santana interrupted “I don’t recall it being my idea to have a party.”
“Really, because I’m pretty sure your exact words were ‘Q, your birthdays coming up and you have to have a party’” Brittany argued playfully.
“You’re meant to be on my side.” Santana pouted, taking back her coffee and pretending to sulk.
“Aww, I’m always on your side honey,” Brittany cooed, going to wrap her arms around her “which is why Quinn and I will stay here cleaning while you take Rachel to her singing lesson.”
Brittany didn’t miss the slightly panicked look Santana sent her, knowing that she’d rather put off the conversation with Rachel for as long as possible. Santana could see Brittany wasn’t going to budge on this though so she reluctantly agreed.
Quinn finished chopping the fruit and set it, along with some muesli and yoghurt on the counter for the girls to all serve themselves.
“Rach, breakfast’s ready.” She called, going to wait by the kitchen door for her girlfriend. A few moment s later a rather demure looking Rachel appeared and Quinn immediately gave her a quick hug.
“Santana’s going to take you to your vocal lessons if that’s okay - I need to clean up around here.” Quinn explained as they joined the others and started dishing up.
“Okay.” Rachel agreed, glad that she wouldn’t have to find a way to talk to Santana herself.
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Rachel had been debating all through breakfast the best way to bring up what had happened the previous night with Santana, and even now that she was in the car next to the latina, both sitting in uncomfortable silence, she still hadn’t decided.
“I feel like I should apologise to you but I don’t know why I should because I never actually did anything to you. Why did you get so upset about my kissing Ross?” Rachel figured that since Santana was an upfront sort of person she’d appreciate them just getting to the heart of the matter.
Santana let out a heavy sigh, reluctant to begin explaining.
“Rachel, I’ve known for a while now that my feelings are not purely platonic.” She admitted nervously; a revelation which before last night would have surprised Rachel to no end. “But I didn’t realize how strongly I felt until I saw you with Ross last night.”
“You’ve seen me with kiss Quinn hundreds of times.” Rachel pointed out, trying to process what Santana was saying.
“I know. I think it’s because I’m used to it, and you were with Quinn before I felt anything for you, but if you were going to be with someone else I would want that person to be me.” The admission was both liberating and terrifying for Santana.
“You want to be with me? To date me?” Rachel repeated and Santana’s heart was beating a mile a minute but she took it as a good sign that Rachel hadn’t out rightly said no.“And Brittany? What you and she have...”
“Brittany...is Brittany.”
“You always say that but what does it even mean?” Rachel countered. She didn’t want there to be any ambiguity around this because it could only lead to problems.
“It means that she’s Brittany,” Santana sighed, “She’s always going to be the constant in my life and the exception to just about everything.”
“So...” Rachel prompted.
“So she’s still my girlfriend, and I still love her and all that stuff, but I also really care for you and Brittany had agreed to, if you’re up to it, us seeing what could happen between us.”
“Santana, I’m not going to deny that I feel something for you too,” Santana felt a small amount of hope at Rachels confirmation of her feelings “If I were single, maybe we could try, but I’m dating Quinn, and we’re definitely monogamous and I’m not going to go behind her back with her best friend.”
“I wasn’t suggesting you cheat on Quinn.” Santana said, offended by the implication as she pulled into the driveway of Rachels vocal coach’s house. “I was suggesting you arrange with her so that you can try date the both of us. People are not made to be monogamous, and the fact that you feel something for me at the same time as Quinn should tell you that.”
Rachel sighed, opening the door as she considered her options. “I’ll think about it, but that’s all I’m promising.”
“That’s all I ask.” Santana replied, “Give me a shout if you need me to pick you up afterward.”
“I think I’ll probably just walk home.” Rachel explained - she lived about two blocks away and knew she would need time alone to really think before having to see Santana again.
Pulling back into the road Santana heaved a sigh of relief that as nerve wracking as that conversation had been it had ended positively. Now she just had to wait and pray Quinn doesn’t over react if Rachel decided to tell her.
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AN: Personally I rather liked seeing that Brittany also has her moments of weakness and insecurities but I'm interested on what you thought on the matter. Just in case you’ve missed all my previous A/N’s (on like every single chapter) - Comment are always encouraged!