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Part I
They were buzzed. Like, really buzzed.
Santana doesn't think she's ever had so much tequila in the span of a day, or even in one sitting. Mixed in with either orange juice or pineapple juice, she found herself drinking it a little too easily under the sticky summer heat. It was all top shelf, too, thanks to her parents and their exquisite taste in liquor. An open bottle of Casamigos that they, or mostly Santana, had finished off a little too eagerly had a hefty price tag of $85. How she would explain the missing or nearly empty bottles was something she would worry about another day.
Maribel Lopez had traveled to Los Angeles only one day earlier to attend a medical conference, something she did fairly often as one of the leading obstetricians and gynecologists in the entire state of Ohio, and left Santana alone to her own devices. She would be gone for an entire glorious week. Santana didn't mind having her mother around, most of her friends thought she was laid back and cool, but she enjoyed the freedom an empty house warranted just a little bit more.
Normally Maribel would ship Santana off to her grandmother's house in the rougher part of town known as Lima Heights Adjacent, but her only child was getting older and she felt like it would be a good opportunity for her to show that she has matured and could be treated like a responsible adult. Picking the lock on the liquor cabinet didn't put her off to the best start. She always seemed to get in trouble when she stayed with her grandmother, too, often getting into fights with other kids in the area.
That and the fact that Alma Lopez hadn't spoken to her side of the family in over six months since Santana came out of the metaphorical closet as a lesbian and shunned her the literal second the admission parted from her lips. Her abuela was a God-fearing conservative and this kind of news scared her straight back into the pews of the nearest church. Maribel Lopez loved her mother, but she accepted her daughter and embraced her wholly as God had intended her to be. Those were her words, not Santana's. Religion and sexuality aside, Santana missed her grandmother.
Rules were few while Maribel was away. Santana wasn't allowed to have anyone over besides Brittany or Quinn, both girls extremely admired by her parents, and they left her with plenty of money for food after striking a deal that their daughter didn't go within twenty feet of the stove. What they didn't know is that their daughter handed over $50 of that money to Puck to score them some wine coolers, cigarettes, and a dimebag of weed in exchange for one of them giving him a blowjob. And that definitely wasn't Santana or Brittany.
It's also how the three of them ended up in Santana's bed together, but not in the way that you might think.
Brittany had convinced them, a little too easily under their inebriated state, to watch The Addams Family Values, and the three of them curled up together in Santana's double bed to stream it on her laptop. It offered them the chance to sober up a little, too. Santana knew she needed to lay off the bottle a little once she started crying when she realized Brittany was wearing mismatched socks, something she did most days anyway.
Santana didn't care what they watched as long as she could cuddle with Brittany, and Quinn didn't care because all she could seem to think about was how she actually got dirt stains on her brand new jeans as she gave Puck a blowjob while he sat sideways in the driver's side of his truck. It might've been one of the most repugnant things she has ever done in her life.
Their night eventually took an unexpected twist and it all started with one comment. It was innocent in nature, but it ignited a conversation that was seemingly difficult to put out.
"Wednesday Addams is kinda hot," Brittany commented, digging her hang into the crinkly bag of potato chips that sat beside her.
"Hot enough to fuck her?" Santana asked playfully, tilting her head to the side from where she sat comfortably between her girlfriend's legs, gauging Brittany’s reaction to the blunt question. She took a swig from her nearby water bottle as she waited for an answer.
"Yeah, definitely. She has that dark and mysterious look like you. Totally my type."
"I bet Quinn would go after Lurch," Santana continued, now digging her own hand into the bag of potato chips. "He's old as fuck and I bet he's got a shit ton of money."
"Bags of it," Brittany added. "Thing probably carries them around the house for him."
"I wouldn't even be surprised if he gets it on with Morticia on the side, too. He seems like a total player and there's, like, a million rooms in that house."
Quinn responded a beat too late, scoffing loudly at the conversation her two best friends were having as if she wasn't sitting right there. Santana looked over at her and chuckled lowly as she nudged her with her elbow playfully, but the other blonde distracted. Santana narrowed her eyebrows at her friend, but eventually turned her focus back to the laptop and the three of them continued to watch in silence for several minutes.
"If it would be anyone," Quinn quipped, taking a slow sip of her wine cooler before setting it back on the nightstand. "It would be Morticia. She's ridiculously gorgeous."
"Now that's what I'm talking about," Santana cheered as she and Quinn shared a quick fist bump as their eyes never left the screen.
"You're mine," Brittany whispered sweetly into Santana's ear. "Quinn can have Morticia because you belong to me."
"Aww, don't get all jealous on me, baby," Santana replied, craning her neck to peck against Brittany's pouting bottom lip. "No one gets to hit this but you."
"Good," Brittany smiled.
"But you're the one talking about fucking Wednesday Addams," Santana added, wincing when Brittany playfully pinched a handful of skin just below her ribs.
They began to wrestle one another playfully, arms and legs flailing around all over the bed. Quinn barely avoided getting smacked in the face with a pointy elbow at one point and hated to admit how sickeningly adorable her best friends were.
"Someone gag me," Quinn tossed in jokingly as she watched them continue to attack one another beneath loud giggles and screams.
They finished watching the movie and changed into their pajamas, eventually moving the fun out to Santana's back deck.
It was nearing 11 pm and eerily dark outside, the night air frigid and crisp, and only the sound of chirping crickets in the near distance. A long string of dim white lights hung above their heads adding to the serene atmosphere as the three of them sat in uncomfortable, fancy outdoor chairs and just talked. It was Santana and Quinn who did most of the talking while Brittany was busy catching lightning bugs in a jar and chimed in whenever she had something to say.
Santana had rolled a joint with what Puck had scored for them, inhaling and smiling at the immediate sense of relaxation she felt from within at the first few hits. Quinn watched on and continued sipping at her wine cooler while Brittany released the dozen lightning bugs she caught, squealing like a kid as she watched them glow brightly under their release.
"Quinn, have you ever kissed a girl before?" Brittany eventually asked, screwing the lid of the jar back on and setting it on the table before taking her seat next to Santana again.
"No," Quinn answered quickly, her cheeks turning warm under the sudden curious gaze of her friends. She tried to hide her embarrassment from the question behind the bottle she was drinking, but Santana's laugh met her ears far too soon. "That was incredibly random. What made you ask that?"
"I don't know," Brittany answered. "I've been thinking about it since you said you would pick Morticia over Lurch. I was just curious if it was something you've ever done."
"No, I haven't."
"Are you not even the tiniest bit curious?" Brittany asked, tucking both of her feet underneath her butt in the chair.
"Can't really say that I am, Britt," Quinn huffed, feigning disinterest.
Quinn had never really gotten used to the forwardness of Brittany's curious nature, and this was one of the rare moments she found herself slightly uncomfortable. Or maybe it was because she was curious and found the relationship between Santana and Brittany so intriguing, but she didn't necessarily want them to know.
"Well, you should be," Santana interrupted, taking another hit of the joint. She turned and offered it to Brittany who easily took it between her long, nimble fingers. "It's so much better. Girls have the softest lips."
"And how would you know? You've only ever kissed Brittany."
"Yeah," Santana replied with a quick scoff. "And her lips are soft as hell. Point still proven."
Brittany took a hit of the joint and slowly exhaled, resting her head against the back of the chair as she stared straight into the night sky, "Yeah, kissing Santana is like kissing a really sexy storm cloud."
"You're so sweet to me," Santana laughed behind a playful roll of her eyes, patting Brittany's thigh lovingly. She turned back to Quinn to continue her point, "You used to bitch all the time about kissing Puck because he was so aggressive."
"Yeah, he was. Finn isn't a bad kisser, though. He was always pretty gentle."
"I'm not entirely convinced that Finn is 100% straight either," Santana replied with a smirk. "You should kiss a girl at least once in your life. Maybe you'd never want to kiss another douchebag again."
"I'm not going to kiss a girl just because," Quinn retorted.
"And why not?" Santana asked. "This is the time in your life when you can experiment and figure out what you like. You'd be surprised at how many people would be willing. I think everyone gets a little gay at some point in their lives."
"Says the girl who was in complete denial about her own sexuality and lived in the closet for as long as possible," Quinn fired back.
"Yeah, but I'm out and proud now, bitch," Santana replied, nudging against Quinn's thigh with the tip of her dirty shoe. Quinn scoffed and wiped against a darkened mark on her white sleep shorts.
"I mean, you could probably experiment a little with Rachel, but her mustache might get in the way," Brittany deadpanned.
"Brittany," Quinn scolded.
"What?" Santana asked sharply, immediately defending her girlfriend. "She's been practically begging for a gay experience that she can write a song about for, like, the past three years. Give 'ole Barbra a bit of inspiration."
Santana exaggerated a loud shriek as Quinn leaned over and gently hit her right in the stomach with her balled fist. Brittany only laughed as she tipped her head back and inhaled against the joint again, blowing rings of smoke into the air.
"That will never happen, Santana."
"Aww, come on. Don't you want to make Berry's wildest dreams come true?"
"I'd kiss one of you before I would ever even think about kissing Rachel."
"Then kiss one of us," Brittany said nonchalantly, passing the joint back to Santana. Santana quirked one eyebrow sharply at Brittany as she shook her head and mouthed a firm no. "Come on, Santana. What kind of friends would we be if we didn't let Quinn kiss one of us?"
"Fine. You kiss her then," Santana smirked. Santana looked over at a bewildered Quinn and shrugged her shoulders as if giving permission.
"You, Santana Lopez, would seriously let someone else kiss your girlfriend?" Quinn asked.
"You're not just anyone," Santana answered. "Besides, I know I'm a way better catch than you. I'm not worried that Britt is about to experience an act of divine revelation here."
"Your ego is something else," Quinn replied.
Maybe the liquor and weed were influencing her thoughts a little, but Santana would actually consider letting it happen if Quinn was curious enough. She knew it wouldn't mean anything between them and wouldn't cause any issues, and to be honest, she felt a sudden jolt between her legs at the mere thought of it.
She also didn't want to come across as possessive or jealous knowing they weren't some of the best character traits to have. She was confident and sure of their love for one another and this gave her the opportunity to show it.
Brittany was a good kisser, too. She was an amazing kisser. Santana loved when they had sex, but the euphoric feeling she got when simply kissing Brittany was sometimes enough. It was intoxicating in the best way and their make out sessions could easily last a few hours without going any further. She knew Quinn didn't have any idea what she was in for once those ferocious lips had been unleashed.
The three of them sat in silence for a moment, taking sips of their drinks and catching each other's eyes through awkward glances. The game had been set, but apparently no one wanted to make the first move. Santana just waited to see what the blondes would do, if anything at all. If it was going to happen, it would happen. She wouldn't stop it, but she definitely wasn't going to encourage it.
"So, do you want to kiss me or what?" Brittany asked a beat later, gliding over to the vacant chair on the other side of Quinn. She closed the space between them and leaned against the armrest closest to the other girl and batted her eyelashes playfully. It was more adorable than seductive.
"Jesus, Brittany," Quinn laughed, turning her head toward her in disbelief as her ears tinged a soft pink. "Let a girl warm up to the idea first."
Quinn definitely warmed up, and rather quickly, when her entire face turned crimson at the realization of what Brittany was about to do. Brittany cupped both sides of her face, Quinn's pulse flopping wildly in her chest, and didn't give her the chance to utter a single word of protest. She leaned her head to one side and pressed their lips firmly together, taking Quinn's bottom lip between hers and sucking gently.
Six seconds. It lasted only six seconds. Brittany pulled back with a soft pop and Quinn offered a weary half-smile.
She didn't anticipate that Brittany would lean back in so quickly and press their lips together again with a little more vigor. It caught her off guard, but especially so when the tip of Brittany's tongue poked out and skated behind the length of her top lip. Quinn's lips naturally parted and Brittany deepened the kiss, sliding her tongue further inside while moving and curling it against Quinn's.
One of Brittany's hands moved down from Quinn's cheek and cupped the side of her neck, rubbing at her damp skin with the pad of her thumb. They continued kissing, Quinn becoming more relaxed and as comfortable as she could be in this moment, changing angles every few seconds.
"Ho-ly shit," Santana whispered as she watched them with wide eyes, watching with intense concentration. She swallowed thickly before muttering lowly, "This is so fucking hot."
Brittany pulled back a moment later and settled against the back of her chair again, wiping at her mouth as Quinn stared straight into the depths of her soul with her mouth agape.
Brittany could only smirk, "You would've never warmed up to it, so I just did it. You're welcome."
Santana could only laugh, but she was surprised at just how much she enjoyed watching them kiss. Even if she wanted to deny it, the chilling arousal she felt between her legs wouldn't allow that.
They moved back inside when they heard the low rumble of thunder in the distance, raiding and nearly emptying what was left in the Santana's refrigerator before locking themselves in her bedroom for the night. The weed had made Santana and Brittany hungry, more so because they hadn't really eaten a proper dinner, but it was too late to have any food delivered. Brittany kept whining that she wanted pizza, but none of them were in any state to drive around either.
They begrudgingly settled on making peanut butter and jelly sandwiches as well as grabbing a big bag of assorted miniature candy bars Maribel had bought for them. If there was anything that would make the night more wild, it was definitely an insane and unnecessary amount of sugar.
Brittany had half of an eaten sandwich in one hand as her other hand failed to tug her shirt up over her head. Santana tried to protest Brittany removing any clothing, especially because Brittany wasn't wearing a bra anymore, but she could only laugh as she watched her girlfriend struggle.
"Britt, put your sandwich down and you might not struggle as much," Santana suggested. "Why are you trying to take your shirt off anyway? Quinn doesn't want to see your tits."
"Maybe she does," Brittany answered from behind her shirt, releasing her sandwich as Quinn took it from her grasp to put it back on her plate.
"I can assure you I don't," Quinn replied.
"Liar," Brittany gasped animatedly.
Santana's laugh grew louder as Brittany continued to struggle, watching her trapped arm punch through the shirt unsuccessfully, before eventually scooting to the edge of the bed and tugging Brittany over by her waist. Santana helped pull her shirt back down to cover what part of her chest she had already exposed, and in her uncoordinated state, Brittany tumbled down on top of her.
Everything was weird and nothing made sense anymore, so it wasn't a surprise when the two of them took advantage of their positions and started kissing. Santana settled more comfortably onto the bed, her feet still dangling off the edge, as Brittany leaned into her, their kiss deepening as if Quinn wasn't standing three feet away from them. Santana didn't care enough to suppress her muffled whimpers as Brittany's hands began to roam her body.
Quinn couldn't stop watching them either. She wondered if that's how she and Brittany looked when they were kissing; she was becoming aroused at the thought. She excused herself to the bathroom under the guise of needing to freshen up, grabbing her bag and walking out of the room in a hurry.
Santana pulled back from the kiss when she heard the bathroom door shut, holding Brittany close against her by the backs of her thighs. The warmth of Brittany's pelvis against hers was almost numbing. She bit her bottom lip into her mouth as she gazed longingly into those baby blue eyes.
"I'm so turned on right now," Santana admitted as she leaned upward and placed a few soft kisses against the warm slope of Brittany's neck. "I want you so bad it's not even funny. I would fucking devour you."
"You know I'm all yours," Brittany replied, arching her neck as Santana's kisses trailed upward. She closed her eyes tightly and added breathlessly, "Maybe I want you to devour me."
"Don't you dare, Brittany," Santana groaned, nipping teasingly at her neck. "Encouraging me wouldn't be the smartest thing to do right now. It wouldn't take much and I doubt Quinn is interested in hearing us get it on."
Brittany didn't reply with words and began subtly rocking her hips instead, leaning down to kiss Santana again, pushing herself against her with force and showing exactly what she wanted, too. They couldn't think clearly or cleverly and hands started roaming around in places where they shouldn't. They couldn't find it in them to care enough that their friend could walk back into the room any second.
They heard the bathroom door creak open slowly just as Santana released a loud moan, the feeling of Brittany squeezing one of her breasts roughly from over her shirt consuming her.
"Let's get under the blankets together," Brittany whispered. "Then you can touch me and Quinn will never know."
The idea sounded perfect, but neither of them moved a muscle. They were too drawn to each other to stop for even a few seconds.
It wasn't until a few minutes later when something caught Santana's eye and she lifted her head from the bed, Brittany still trying desperately to kiss her, and focused her gaze on a shadow by her bedroom door. Quinn hadn't returned from the bathroom yet, but instead she was standing outside the door while peering in at them. Santana realized that she and Quinn were locking eyes and she lightly pushed against Brittany to create space between them.
Quinn came into the room seconds later, clearing her throat as a distraction, and avoided eye contact with her two friends. Brittany had scooted off of Santana by this point and was seated next to her, smiling drunkenly without a clue.
"Do you guys want to settle down and watch another movie?" Brittany suggested. "I'm getting kind of sleepy anyway."
Santana knew Brittany wasn't sleepy, but if it got Quinn to leave them alone for a little while or if she fell asleep before them then it was worth it. She watched as Brittany walked over to her bookcase and scanned the options while Quinn took a tentative seat against her on the bed.
"You good, Quinn?" Santana asked, her eyes stuck on Brittany as she sauntered back toward them with A League of Their Own tucked underneath her arm. She smiled as she watched her crawl back onto the bed, "Good choice, Britt. Can't get enough of the lesbians."
"I'm fine," Quinn replied, picking at nothing against Santana's blanket.
"You don't look fine," Brittany said, ungracefully wedging herself between Santana and Quinn. Santana groaned and lifted her hand up as she scooted over in an attempt to avoid getting hit in the face.
Quinn subtly rolled her eyes and that made Brittany even more curious.
Brittany continued, "You've been really quiet since we came back inside. Are you feeling sick or something?"
Santana fiddled around with her laptop and put the movie in while she continued to listen to their conversation.
"I'm not feeling sick, Britt."
"Then what's up?"
"Can you just drop it?" Quinn huffed.
"Are you mad at me because I kissed you?"
Santana glanced over to see Quinn eyeing Brittany and knew that she had something on her mind that she didn't want to talk about. Santana swallowed thickly when Quinn's darkened hazel eyes darted away and caught hers. Brittany never could just let something go. It was in her nature to just figure out the truth, even if it meant pushing boundaries.
"Did you not like it or something?" Brittany pressed further.
"No, I think she loved it," Santana chimed in playfully, keeping her eyes locked with Quinn's. Santana looked down briefly at her laptop as the movie loaded, "I told you, Fabray. Once you kiss a girl then it's all—"
Suddenly Quinn and Brittany were kissing again. She didn't catch who started it because it happened so fast, but honestly, she didn't really care. It was hot. They were hot. And she wasn't going to complain about it when it was happening just inches from her face. They were tipsy and having fun and she was going to enjoy the show.
"Fuck yes," Santana mumbled, watching as Brittany began to push Quinn gently against her shoulders.
They settled onto the bed in a more comfortable position, Brittany's hands stretching out on either side of the pillow. Santana watched as Brittany straddled Quinn's thighs, leaning down into her as they continued kissing. She was practically drooling at this point and couldn't hide it.
Brittany pulled back and laughed at the shocked expression (and hint of arousal?) on Quinn's face, noting her parted lips and just how just heavy she was panting. Quinn lifted her hands over her eyes and rubbed at them, mostly trying to take the moment in more than anything else.
Brittany amped things up, still straddling Quinn without much protest from the other blonde, when she leaned over and started kissing Santana. She grabbed the back of her head with one hand and tugged roughly against her dark locks to pull her closer, quickly sliding her tongue into her mouth. Santana swallowed a hushed whimper from Brittany as the kiss intensified.
Santana didn't know where to put her hands, but she needed to put them somewhere, and no one flinched when her right hand wrapped around Brittany's waist and her left hand landed limply on Quinn's stomach.
"You can touch her," Brittany eventually whispered against Santana's lips, almost too low that it was nearly inaudible. "You can touch her, but you keep those eyes on me."
Santana shifted her eyes quickly and locked them briefly with Quinn before finding Brittany's again and zoning in. She stared into the deepest, hungriest blue she had ever seen while her hand slowly made its way higher on Quinn's chest before eventually landing on her breast. She waited a moment and prepared herself that her hand might get swatted away, but it never happened. She squeezed her eyes shut at the sensation, absorbing the low, husky whimper that parted from Quinn's lips.
It might've been Quinn that she was touching, but it was Brittany that she wanted. She squeezed lightly against Quinn's breast as she leaned back in and began kissing Brittany again, wasting no time in sliding her tongue so deep into her mouth searching for that feeling she knew it always gave her. She could feel Quinn's curious eyes on them and it only made her kiss Brittany that much harder.
She had no clue what the three of them had gotten themselves into, but none of them seemed to want to stop.
So they didn't.