Three's A Crowd

Chapter 1
Summary: Santana, Quinn and Brittany have been best friends since they were kids. When they get older they begin experimenting their sexuality with each other. But what happens when two of them fall in love?
Warning: G!P Santana and Quinn.
Rating: NC-17
Pairings: Fabrittana, Brittana, Faberry, and a little Pezberry.

Santana stepped into the shower letting out a sigh of content as the warm water met her sore body. The locker room was empty and she had the place to herself, which of course is how she liked it. Santana always stayed late on the field, and while coach was impressed with her dedication, reallyshe just wanted to wait for everyone to be out of the locker room. It was a win win. Quinn always went home after practice and showered there, and until now Santana had never understood it.

After showering the brunette grabs her towel off the wall and wraps it around her body, stepping onto the cold tile floor. She makes her way over to her locker humming to herself when she hears a locker shut. Frightened, she subconsciously tightens the towel around her, and glances down making sure no bulge was showing, before continuing down the rows of lockers.

She couldn't help but wonder who the person was and if they'd been in here long. If they had, hopefully they hadn't seen her in the shower. Although she knew if they had, they probably would have made a scene.

She rounds the corner on the row her locker was on and sees Brittany sitting on the bench, smiling at her.

Santana let's out a breath of relief and walks over to her locker, "Britt what are you doing in here?" She asks curiously. She thought the girl had finished and left already. Normally after school Brittany would wait for her out front somewhere, and talk to other students as Santana showered and got dressed.

The blonde shrugs her shoulders and watches Santana dial in her combo, "I was coming to see if you were ready, and I saw you in the shower, and decided to wait for you here." She explains as she starts playing some game on her iphone. By the sound of it she was playing angry ducks, which makes Santana smile. That was the blonde's favorite game. It wasn't even that fun, but it was one of the few games that involved ducks, and Brittany was obsessed with ducks.

Her smile quickly fades though as Brittany's sentence finally settles in her brain, "Wait. You saw me in the shower?" Santana asks fearfully. Her hands were moving around in her locker, digging for her clothes, but her brain was only processing the blonde behind her, and the fact that she had seen her in the shower. Naked.

"Yeah." The blonde says absentmindedly. She had her tongue hanging out of her mouth and her entire body was moving around on the bench as she concentrated hard on winning her game. "I always come in and check on you," She adds, making Santana's eyes just about bulge out of her head. "Nobody is really here to talk to today, so I just waited in here instead." She adds with a shrug. Her eyes then light up and a smile takes over her face as she passes a level, "Yes! I've been trying to pass this level since yesterday!" She exclaims, clapping at herself.

"You see me in the shower everyday?" Santana asks incredulously, turning towards her best friend. Brittany was still celebrating her victory but Santana completely disregards it.

The blonde looks up from her phone at Santana's tone, and her eyebrows furrow in confusion, "What's wrong San?" Brittany asks unsure.

"What's wrong? What's wrongis that you perv on me in the shower everyday!" Santana exclaims, before roughly grabbing her clothes, and storming around the corner of the locker room leaving a very confused blonde.

Brittany let's out a huff and can hear Santana one row over, changing her clothes. Brittany briefly considered walking over, but she wasn't that stupid. She knew Santana didn't like changing in front of her. "Santana I'm not preving on you." Brittany says with an eye roll. Santana could be so dramatic sometimes. "Although you are pretty hot." She adds with a smirk.

Santana who had been in the process of putting her skirt on misses her footing, and trips over the bench, falling right on her ass. "W-what?" She asks unbelievingly, sitting up as quickly as possible. Her face was a deep shade of red from both the fall and their conversation.

Brittany let's out a giggle, knowing the reaction that sentence would have on the Latina. "Santana, you're my best friend, it's not a big deal to see you naked. I know you're insecure about your dick but I mean, come on." The blonde explains with a sigh, standing up from the bench. She walks around the corner and sees Santana sitting on the ground in just her skirt and bra, looking both shocked and embarrassed. "I don't understand why you are so self conscious about that thing. It's sexy." Brittany says, leaning up against the end locker, watching her best friend.

The brunette's head snaps around to her right when she hears Brittany's voice become closer. She mumbles something incoherent and quickly stands up, her arms quickly moving to put her top over her head.

Brittany pulls her lip in between her teeth and tries to hold in a giggle, watching the humiliated girl. "San…" Brittany says gently with a growing smile. She makes her way over to the brunette, and grabs both Santana's hands in her own. "Don't be so embarrassed." She says, ducking her head to try and meet Santana's eyes which were averted to her shoes. "I'm serious when I say you are beautiful. All of you." She says sweetly, making Santana's eyes slowly move up to meet ocean blues.

Santana's eyes move quickly between Brittany's, and briefly down to her lips, before catching herself and moving them back up. Santana quickly becomes very aware at how close they were, and even more aware of the all too familiar feeling in her gut. Clearing her throat she gives Brittany's hands a gentle squeeze before pulling back completely.

The blonde let's out an awkward laugh, and takes a few steps backwards, until she is leaning up against the row of lockers behind her. "So Azimio is having a party tonight." Brittany informs the Latina as she watches Santana finish tying her shoes.

Nodding her head, Santana glances up at the blonde, "I heard. Do you want to go?" She asks, placing her foot back down onto the floor. She stands up straight and looks over at her best friend, awaiting her answer.

"Yeah, if you do." Brittany says with a shrug.

"I'm game." Santana answers as she makes her way back down the row of lockers, turning down the isle her locker is on and grabs her bag, before closing her locker door. "Text Quinn and tell her to meet up with us before the party." She informs the blonde who nods her head and pulls out her cell phone.

Santana makes her way down the stairs of her house, pulling her black leather jacket on over her wife beater. She rounds the corner into the living room and sees her mother sitting on the couch watching the news.

The older woman glances over at her daughter, and does a double take, a smile growing on her face, "Where are you going, looking all hot?" She asks with a teasing smile, raising her eyebrows at the younger girl.

The brunette merely rolls her eyes, and walks behind the couch, resting her hands on the back, "Brittany's. Then a party." She informs her mother, who nods her head.

"Okay, you know the rules." She says, pointing a finger up in Santana's face, "If you three end up drinking-

"Call you. Yeah I know mom." Santana says irritated. It was the same speech her mother gave every time she went to a party. She was thankful her mother wasn't stupid and knew she was going to be drinking and instead of punishing her for it just wanted to make sure she was safe, but it was still irritating hearing it all the time.

Maria shakes her head at the younger girl giving her a disapproving look, but it doesn't last long and she lets a laugh slip past her lips, "Go. Love you," The older woman says, and Santana just mumbles something before rushing out the front door.

Santana walks into the Pierce home without knocking as usual. This was her second home, and she never knocked, just like the blonde never knocked when she came over to her house. "Hey Mr. P." Santana greets seeing Brittany's father in the living room.

"Hello Santana." He greets with a smile, looking up from his notepad he was writing on. He had papers scattered all around him, and Santana figured it was probably from work.

The brunette continues walking through the house, making her way up the stairs to her best friends room. She opens the door, and walks in, stopping short at the sight in front of her. Brittany was lying on her back, legs spread, two fingers knuckle deep inside of herself. "Oh god! I'm sorry!" Santana shouts, covering her eyes, and turning her back away from the scene.

She hears Brittany chuckle, and her face just turns even redder. "Santana it's fine. You can look now." The blonde says, making Santana slowly uncover her eyes to see Brittany lying with a blanket over her bottom half. "You're early." She adds with a smirk.

Santana swallows hard and nods her head, not being able to find her voice. She could feel all the blood rush up into her head, making her feel lightheaded. "I-I'm sorry." She says once again, not being able to put together a full sentence.

Brittany laughs once again and shakes her head, "It's not a big deal." The blonde says with a shrug.

They fall into a silence; an awkward one for Santana. She doesn't know what to do or say next. She looks around the room nervously, before glancing back over at Brittany who was staring at her intently, "Do you like…want me to let you…f-finish?" She asks awkwardly, shifting her body wait from one foot to another.

The blonde pulls her lip in between her teeth, and smiles shyly, "If you don't mind. It won't take long." Brittany says with apologetic eyes.

Santana simply nods her head, and backs out of the room, closing the door behind her. She knew how much it sucked to be interrupted when you were so close, which meant she completely understood that Brittany wanted to finish what she'd started. She turns to walk down to Brittany's sisters room to see if she was home, but before she could take a step, the sound of Brittany fills her ears.

The sound of Brittany moaning.

Santana feels her pants quickly getting tighter; painfully tighter. She bites down hard on her bottom lip, trying to persuade her feet to run away from Brittany's door, but they seemed to have a mind of their own, and they wanted to stay right where they were.

The moans get louder and more frequent, and before long Santana can't take it. She felt like she was about to explode right there. She glances down the hallway both ways, before unzipping her pants, and pushing them down along with her boxers, freeing her raging hard on.

She sighs in contentment at the feeling of being free, and leans back up against the wall. She brings her left hand up to her lips and spits in it, before rubbing her hands together. Yeah, not the most sanitary, but if felt awesome, and she had no lotion.

She wraps her left hand around the base of her cock, and starts moving her hand up and down at a fast pace. She didn't have time to be slow; she just wanted to cum and get out of there before anyone saw her.

Trying hard to be quiet, she bites down on her lips, and closes her eyes at the sensation. Brittany's moans from the other side of the door begin getting louder and more desperate and Santana takes that to mean she is getting close, which makes Santana's hand pick up speed.

The sight of Brittany lying on her back legs spread, two finger knuckle deep inside of her, is playing on repeat in her mind, and the sounds Brittany is making, are driving Santana crazy. She brings her right hand into the mix, using both hands to stoke her dick, rotating them, creating an awesome sensation.

She throws her head back with a thud, as she feels her orgasm quickly approaching her. Brittany's moans are getting more airy, and Santana hears a soft, 'fuck', slip out of the blonde's mouth, sending her over the edge.

Santana muffles a moan as thick white ropes begin shooting out of her cock. Her hand continues it's fast pace, milking everything out of her.

Breathing heavily, Santana slowly picks her head up against the wall. She slowly opens her eyes, only to have them just about bulge out of her head at the sight in front of her. Her cum was all over the dark hardwood floor beneath her.

She glances around the hallway, and behind her at Brittany's door, where she can't hear the blonde anymore. Her heart begins racing, and she quickly pulls her pants up, and zips them before she rushes to the bathroom across the hall, grabbing a handful of toilet paper. She drops to her knees and quickly starts wiping the white liquid up off the floor.

Footsteps are heard from Brittany's room, and Santana's eyes widen. Her arm begins scrubbing faster, and just before the door can open Santana sprints down the hallway, and down the stairs.

"Santana? Where's the fire?" She hears Brittany's father ask with a chuckle.

Her hand quickly balls up the tissue and tightens it's grip on it, so he couldn't see, and she gives him the best smile she could muster up, "Sorry, I was just getting me and Britts something to drink." She says, before walking past him, and into the kitchen.

Santana quickly disposes of the tissue, and exhales deeply, slouching over the kitchen island. That was too close. She hears footsteps and she looks up quickly to see Brittany walking in with a grin on her face. How was she not mortified by what had just happened?

"Sorry about that." The blonde says, walking around Santana to get to the fridge. She grabs two soda's and hands one to Santana, before sitting across from her at the Island.

"It's fine." Santana mumbles out, clearly feeling uncomfortable about the situation. Brittany let's out a giggle at her best friends awkwardness, and shakes her head. Santana looks up to give Brittany a glare, but another flash of blonde hair catches her attention from behind Brittany.

"What are you guys up to?" Quinn asks, entering the kitchen. Brittany simply giggles and Santana scowls, confusing Quinn. "What did I miss?" She asks slightly amused, yet confused also.

Brittany looks at Santana who looked like she was about to pass out at any moment, "Nothing much." Brittany finally answers, deciding to save Santana further humiliation by not mentioning it to Quinn. Although she'd probably end up telling her later, when Santana wasn't around.

Quinn gives them both unconvinced looks, before shrugging her shoulders, "You guys ready to go?" She asks, changing the subject. Santana lets out a breath she hadn't realized she was holding, and stands up nodding her head, along with Brittany.

Santana walks over to the counter full of different liquors and soda's, deciding on what to drink next. She was trying to be their designated driver tonight, so she was trying not to drink too much. She'd only had a beer so far so she figured she could afford another drink as long as she drank some water and didn't have another for an hour or so before leaving.

She spots Rachel Berry standing at the table, picking up various bottles, reading them over with her lip pulled between her teeth. She looked like a lost puppy and Santana couldn't help but smirk. "Need some help?" Santana asks, raising a perfectly manicured eyebrow at the smaller girl.

Rachel looks up, slightly startled, before looking back down embarrassed. "Sure." She finally says quietly, looking back up at Santana with a small smile.

Santana nods her head before looking over the bottles thoughtfully. "I'm guessing you don't drink often." She states rather than asks, but Rachel nods her head, answering anyway. "Okay then we'll start you out slowly." Santana says with a smile. She reaches for the bottle of Malibu and pours a shot into a cup, before filling the rest of the cup with sprite.

"Thank you." Rachel says softly, taking the cup from Santana. She takes a sip of it, and nods her head, "This is good." She compliments, and Santana smirks and nods her head.

The Latina then makes her own drink mixing Jack and Dr. Pepper into a red plastic cup. "So what are you doing here anyway? I've never seen you at these parties." Santana asks curiously, peering over her cup at the shorter girl, who looked like a fish out of water.

Rachel licks her lips and looks around awkwardly, before moving her eyes back over to Santana, "Noah invited me." She says simply, "I wasn't going to come, but he kind of pointed out how boring I was, and so I decided it wouldn't hurt to come." She says simply, with a shrug.

Santana raises an eyebrow at the girl, "Puck invited you?" She asks genuinely surprised. Puck was one of the most popular guys in school, and could have any girl he wanted, and he was trying to get Berry? Not that Santana didn't think she was hot, but Rachel was at the bottom of the high school food chain.

"Yeah." Rachel replies, making Santana purse her lips, before nodding her head. Before either girl could say anything else Puck comes up behind Rachel, and grabs her waist, making the girl jump. "Hey, you scared me." She breathes out, turning towards him.

The boy smiles and glances over to Santana, tilting his head up acknowledging her, before turning his attention back to Rachel, "Come on babe, let's dance." He says with a sly grin, grabbing her hand to pull her towards the floor.

Santana watches the two of them walk away and can hear Rachel protesting which makes her laugh to herself. Her eyes then move over across the room where she sees Quinn in a corner with Finn, giggling at something he'd said. She rolls her eyes and tries to hold in vomit, and quickly moves her gaze away from the two of them. She thought Quinn was donewith him.

Her eyes then land on her other favorite blonde, and see her on the couch making out with a guy.

Mike Chang.

She feels anger boiling inside of her, and she can't really explain why it was happening. Her reasoning was that she was the hottest out of the three of them, yet she was the only one who was alone, and who hadn't kissed anyone yet. She was Santana fucking Lopez; HBIC, and she hadn't kissed anyone. She was pathetic.

Downing her drink, she heads back over to the table, quickly making another; this time with two shots. Within seconds the drink is gone, and she fills her red cup with more. All the Jack was gone, and she just pours in a couple bottles of liquor and about a shot of Sprite. It tasted like shit, and she grimaced every time she took a sip, but it'd get her where she wanted to be.

"Whoa you should probably slow down." She hears someone say, making her look over where she sees a blonde boy smiling amusedly at her. "I'm Sam." He introduces as she just stares blankly at him.

Her eyes move down to his hand he has extended out in front of her, "I know who you are." She says, ignoring his hand until finally he lets it fall limply to his side.

"Do you want to dance with me?" He asks, scratching the back of his neck with his hand.

Santana inhales deeply, and was about to go off on the boy, but quickly stops herself. This was her chance, she could finally have a boy of her own. Prove that she wasn't a pussy. "Sure." She says, mustering up the best smile she could. She takes another long sip of her drink, before grabbing his hand, and dragging him out onto the dance floor.

About an hour later Santana was now leaning up against a wall with Sam hovering over her as he spoke about random crap, she knew nothing about. He'd spent the last 10 minutes doing crappy impressions of people she didn't know, and another 20 minutes talking about the movie Avatar.

She was definitely drunk by now, but no matter how much she drank, she still had no desire to kiss him. He was seriously boring her, and she couldn't focus on anything but his massive mouth. As he spoke all she couldn't think about was how many golf balls he could probably fit in there. He'd probably suck her whole head off if he kissed her.

She knew she should just brush all of that aside and kiss him because I mean come on, you don't have to like someone to kiss them, but she just couldn't do it. As he rambles on she glances over at the couch Brittany and Mike had been making out on this entire time, only to see them gone. Her eyes move around frantically and finally spot them climbing the stairs, giggling and kissing on the way up.

Rage once again pools inside of her, and she brushes past Sam, storming over to the staircase. She passes Quinn and Finn on her way up, and she can hear the blonde shouting her name, but Santana doesn't stop. She climbs the staircase, tripping once, but quickly stands back up, steadying herself. Everything is spinning around her, but she somehow manages to make it all the way up the stairs. She looks around once she reaches the top, but the two of them were nowhere in sight.

She makes her way down the hallway, bursting open every door. She found multiple couples hooking up in every room, but none of them Brittany. Finally she almost reaches the end of the hallway, and finds the two of them in a bathroom; Brittany pressed up against the sink with her shirt off, and Mike's lips and hands all over her body.

"Santana?" Brittany asks, her eyes widening when she notices Santana in the doorway. She pushes Mike away from her slightly, and looks at her best friend confused. The brunette was clearly wasted, and was holding herself up by leaning on the doorway.

Before Santana had a chance to answer, Quinn runs up behind the Latina, her eyes widening when she spots Brittany topless against the sink.

Santana stands up straight, stumbling slightly, but Quinn catches her and stands her upright. The brunette then staggers into the bathroom, grabbing Brittany's arm, pulling her out of the room. "Santana, what are you doing?" Brittany yells, trying to pry the Latina's hand off of her arm, but Santana had a stern grip on her as she drug her down the stairs, and out of the house, with Quinn yelling behind them.

The brunette let's go of Brittany's arm once they reach Santana's car, and she quickly starts digging around her bag for her keys. It would probably be a much easier task sober.

"What the hell was that?" Brittany questions, folding her arms, glaring at her best friend.

"Calm down." Quinn scolds, giving Brittany a pointed look. The blonde looks at Quinn incredulously, and exhales, throwing her arms up in the air. "Santana." Quinn says, turning her attention to her other best friend, "Give me those." She says snatching the keys Santana had finally found out of the girls hand, much to her protest. "Santana, why did you do that?" Quinn asks calmly, yet firmly.

Santana tries grabbing her keys out of Quinn's hand, but the blonde holds them over her head, and Santana in her drunken state, stumbles as she tries to jump for them. Deciding she didn't have a chance, she walks over to the front of her jeep, and pulls herself on top of it, folding her arms stubbornly over her chest.

"Santana." Quinn presses once again, stepping closer to the brunette, who just turned her nose up into the air.

"Just give me my damn keys." Santana growls out, glaring at Quinn.

Quinn rolls her eyes and tucks the keys into her purse, "You aren't driving anywhere." She tells the girl matter of fact. "Now tell us what the hell you were doing?" The shorter blonde asks, folding her arms over her chest. She was done playing nice with Santana. But Santana stays quiet, turning her back towards the two of them, "Britt, can you go and get her some water?" Quinn asks, and Brittany nods her head before walking back inside the house.

Quinn climbs up onto the hood of the car and sits next to Santana who shifts further away from the blonde.

"Santana come on, talk to me." Quinn says softly. She reaches out and places a gentle hand on Santana's leg, and the brunette didn't pull away which was a good sign.

A deep sigh escapes the brunette's lips, "I don't know." She finally says defeated. "I saw you with Finn and then her with Mike, and when I saw them going upstairs I just lost it." She explains lowly.

Quinn nods her head, taking in all the information, and trying to piece it together to make sense. "Do you like Brittany?" Quinn finally asks, making the brunette's eyes widen.

Her head snaps around so quickly she almost got whiplash, and stares unbelievingly at her best friend, "What?" She breaths out, still trying to process the question Quinn just asked her, "Of course I don't like Brittany. I'm not gay Quinn." Santana hisses out, folding her arms back over her chest tightly. "I'm HBIC, I'm supposed to be the one getting all the guys, and I haven't even kissed anyone." She explains, before Quinn had another chance to even touch on the subject of her liking Brittany.

"Santana, why don't you just kiss someone then? You have guys look at you like that all the time. You could kiss any guy you wanted, but it seems like you don't want to." Quinn questions, her brows furrowing. How could Santana be so worked up over something she could so easily have, but chose not too. "I saw you talking to Sam tonight. He looked like he wanted to jump you right there in front of everyone. And Puck he's been trying to get with you since for ever." She says matter of fact.

Santana sighs heavily, her eyes scanning over the concrete beneath her dangling feet. She almost unnoticeably shrugs her shoulders, but before she could voice any reason, Brittany returns with her bottle of water.

The blonde offers it to the Latina who takes it with a small apologetic smile. Brittany climbs up onto the Jeep and sits on the other side of Santana, "Are you okay?" She asks softly, hooking her arm through the brunette's.

"Yeah, I'm sorry. I just drank too much." She explains to the blonde with a sigh. "I'm sorry I ruined your night." Santana apologizes looking her at her best friend.

Brittany smiles at the girl and lies her head down on Santana's shoulder, "It's okay San." She replies sweetly, as Santana lies her head on top of Brittany's. "What's wrong though?" She then asks, not moving from her position.

Santana sighs deeply knowing her excuse that she'd drunk too much wouldn't be believable to Brittany. She knew her too well, just like Quinn. "I'm just upset," She starts, only to pause mid sentence. Now that she was about to explain the situation to Brittany she felt lamer than ever. "I am upset that I've never kissed anyone, and you guys have. I mean you were about to have sex, and I haven't even kissed anyone." She explains, her face reddening in embarrassment.

Brittany lifts her head up, making Santana also pick her head up, "It's not a big deal Santana." The blonde replies with a shrug.

"Well it is to me." Santana snaps, jumping off the hood of her car, surprising both her friends. "Can we please just go home?" The Latina asks, looking desperately at Quinn who had her car keys.

"Yeah, I'll drive, I didn't drink much." She says, nodding her head.

Santana gives Quinn a look, silently thanking her and all three girls get into the car and head to home in silence.

Santana makes her way into the Pierces kitchen, slowly. Her head was pounding, and she had already thrown up once. She walks into the kitchen and sees Brittany and Quinn sitting at the kitchen table eating bowls of cereal.

She practically falls into the chair next to Quinn, and buries her head in her arms, making her friends chuckle, "How ya feeling?" Quinn asks, loudly, placing her head right next to Santana's ear, making the brunette jump, and clutch her head with a groan.

"Fuck, how much did I drink last night?" She asks, sitting back in her chair, looking at her two best friends through hooded eyes. The blinding light above her was preventing her from completely opening them, and all she really wanted to do was curl back up in bed. She hadn't ever had this bad of a hangover.

"Just about the entire bar." Brittany says with a chuckle. "Do you remember anything from last night?" The dancer asks, looking curiously at the Latina.

Santana sighs, and squeezes her eyes shut, trying to remember last nights events, "I remember talking to a fish." She says, making Quinn roll her eyes, and Brittany giggle, knowing she was talking about Sam. "Then I remember us talking outside, and falling asleep in the car." She says, opening her eyes back to look at her friends.

"Do you remember what we talked about outside?" Quinn asks, slowly.

Santana shifts uncomfortably in her seat, before slowly nodding her head, her eyes moving down to the table, "Can we please not talk about it? You guys know how emotional I get when I'm drunk." She says, looking back up at them.

Quinn glances over at Brittany who gives her a slight nod, before looking back at Santana, "We want to talk to you about something." She informs Santana, who furrows her eyebrows in confusion, but nods her head, letting the blonde know to continue. "First off we just wanted to ask you straight up, if there was anything you wanted to tell us. Anything at all, because you know we won't judge you." Quinn starts, looking carefully at Santana.

Brittany smiles softly at Santana, and reaches out grabbing the girls hand, letting her know she was there for her too.

Santana looks between both blonde's with a confused look on her face, "What are you guys talking about?" She asks, her brows furrowing.

"Do you think…" Quinn starts, only to stop. She wanted to ask Santana this question, but she knew how sensitive the brunette was about it, and she didn't want to upset her friend. She just wanted her to know it was okay, and they were there for her, "Do you think you like girls?" Quinn finally asks quietly.

Santana's eyes just about bulge out of her head, and she snatches her hand out of Brittany's, "What? No!" She yells, before wincing at her own voice. Her head was still pounding, nowmore than ever.

"San, if you are just tell us. We still love you, it's not a big deal." Brittany says, looking over at her friend with sincere eyes.

"I'm not!" Santana yells once again, a little too quickly.

Quinn let's out a huff, and folds her arms across her chest. "Fine." She says simply, "Me and Britt were talking about it, and we decided you were either gay, or homophobic, and I thoughtyou were more evolved than that." The shorter blonde says harshly, glaring over at her friend.

Santana closes her eyes, and breathes in deeply through her nose, "I'm not homophobic either." She says calmly, slowly opening her eyes back up to look at her friends.

Quinn let's out a sarcastic chuckle, making Santana look over at her with a scowl. "You freak out every time the subject is brought up, and you were desperately trying to convince me that I wasn't into girls." Quinn explains, raising a challenging eyebrow in her friends direction.

"Me too." Brittany says quietly, almost like she wasn't quite sure if she wanted to contribute to the argument.

Santana looks over at the other blonde, and her facial expression softens, "I'm not." Santana says, reaching over, grabbing Brittany's hand. She could tell the blonde was upset. Brittany always got upset when they argued, and all she wanted to do was make her feel better. "I just know you guys better than you know yourselves, and I know that you aren't." She says simply.

Quinn scoffs, making the Latina return her attention back to the shorter blonde, "Well, I'm bisexual Santana, and you're going to have to deal with it." She spits out, folding her arms tightly across her chest.

Santana stares intently at Quinn for a few moments, neither girls stares faltering, until the brunette feels a hand slip out of hers. She moves her eyes down to her hand and sees brittany's hand slowly sliding it's way across the table, before landing in her lap, making Santana look up at the blue eyed girl, "I think I might be too. Maybe just bi-curious, I don't know, but I don't want you to hate me." Brittany says softly, her eyes moving down to her lap.

Santana places her head in her hands, resting her elbows on the table, and let's out a heavy sigh, "I don't hate you Britt, either of you." She says, firmly, looking between the both of them. "I'm not homophobic, and if you guys think you are bi-sexual then...okay." She says, dropping her hands to the table, and leaning back in her chair.

"Thanks Santana." Quinn finally says, making the brunette look back up at her. "I know that you aren't exactly comfortable with this, but it means a lot that you are trying to accept it." The blonde explains with a small smile.

The brunette's brows furrow once again, "I am not uncomfortable with this. I'm not homophobic! How many times do I have to say that?" She asks, exasperated. She folds her arms tightly over her chest and let's out a huff, rolling her eyes.

"If you aren't than kiss me." Brittany says with a sly grin, glancing over at Quinn before keeping her eyes trapped on Santana.

The girls eyes just about bulge out of her head, and she turns to Brittany, "Just because I am not homophobic, doesn't mean I'm a lesbian! Kissing you won't prove anything." Santana says, her words coming out just as quick as her racing her heart that was hammering away in her chest.

"She's right Britt." Quinn says, giving Brittany her own confused look, but she couldn't help but give the other blonde an amused grin.

Brittany sighs, and shrugs her shoulders, "Okay, I just wanted to kiss her." She says with a smirk, making Quinn let out a giggle.

Santana glares at the blonde, trying hard to fight off the blush that she felt rising on her neck and cheeks.

"Although...' Quinn starts, making Santana's head snap back around to the blonde, her eyes narrowing at Quinn, challenging her to continue that sentence. "If you did kiss Brittany, it would get your whole first kiss out of the way." The blonde says with a shrug, making Santana scowl.

"I don't want my first kiss to be with Brittany." Santana says, giving them both looks like they were crazy.

Quinn simply shrugs her shoulders once again, "I'm just trying to help you. I mean you're the one freaking out about never being kissed. And you aren't gay, so it shouldn't be a big deal right? It means nothing, and it gets it over with so you don't have to worry about it." She says, biting down on her lip, trying to hide her sly grin, as she glances over at Brittany who was smiling excitedly over at Santana at the prospect of getting to kiss her other best friend. She'd already kissed one, and she wanted to kiss the other.

Santana shifts in her seat, "Well, it would be nice to get it over with." She says with a shrug, looking up at the two girls. "And like you said, since I'm not gay, it wouldn't be a big deal." She says, making both Quinn and Brittany nod their heads in agreement, "And I mean, first kisses are always so nerve wracking and awkward. This way, when I kiss a boy, I want be so worked up about out." She adds, to her list of reasons as to why this would be a good idea. Really she just wanted to kiss Brittany, but of course she couldn't admit that to her friends. She didn't even want to admit that to herself. Her list of reasons were more fore herself than Brittany and Quinn.

"Alright! So do it!" Quinn says with a gleeful smile, clapping her hands together. Quinn wasn't dumb, she was pretty sure Santana was lying about not being at least a little bit gay, and she was determined to get it out of the Latina one way or another. Kissing Brittany would would eventually break the brunette, Quinn was sure of it. That whole first kiss excuse didn't even make sense, and she knew it didn't to Santana either. The brunette wanted to kiss Brittany as badly as the blonde wanted to kiss her, but of course Santana needed a list, to make herself feel better. So of course Quinn went along with it.

Santana looks over at Brittany, silently asking her if she was okay with it. Brittany of course grins wide, and nods her head, moving her chair closer to Santana. The brunette swallows hard when she feels Brittany's hand against the back of her neck, puling her closer. She can smell the berry scent of Brittany's chap stick, mixed with the chocolaty smell of cocoa pebbles on the girls breathe. It was intoxicating, almost more than all the alcohol she'd drank last night.

Brittany licks her lips in anticipation, and moves in even closer to Santana, both girls eyes closing automatically. Before Santana knew it there lips were pressed together softly, and Santana's body relaxes into the kiss as a sigh escapes her lips.

Just as quick as the kiss had come, the kiss was over, and Santana felt the cold air hit her face, where the warm breath of Brittany had been just moments earlier, and she slowly opens her eyes to see Brittany smiling widely at her.

Santana snaps out of her trance, and clears her throat, pulling back completely, and sitting back in her chair. She glances over at Quinn who had a smug grin playing on her lips, "No big deal right?" The hazel eyed blonde asks with a smirk, looking at the Latina.

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