Sorry for the delay. Not gonna lie, was a little discouraged at only getting four reviews for that last chapter. Dunno if maybe some of you guys that read the first chapter didn't realize it had been updated because we switched it from santana/brittany to rachel/quinn for chapter 02... Anyways, it's back in Brittana now and will stay there for the duration of the postings. :)

Also, this chapter ends sort of abruptly, sorry for that. The next one will address the stuff that didn't get addressed already.

Thank you everyone thats reviewed or alerted this fic. Please keep the comments coming!

Oh, and towrite, to answer your question, everyone is involved with everyone, though some pairings may have more history than others (brittany/santana over say santana/rachel) but that doesn't mean they love any one more or less.


Chapter 3

Saturday was luckily the only day that all four girlfriends had off of either work or school, so when the alarm went off in their bedroom at 8am like it normally did, Quinn was quick to swat it quiet, knocking it accidentally to the floor in the process. "Too early..." She moaned, rubbing her fists over her eyes as she flopped once more onto her back. Thoughts of the previous evening flooded her mind as she absently rubbed her sore nipples. It wasn't the same type of soreness that resulted from teeth or pinching fingers, but a tender, almost tired, achy sensation. It wasn't entirely unpleasant.

"You okay?" Santana had been awake for at least a half hour now, and would have turned the alarm off if not for the blonde figure curled up against her side, using her stomach as a pillow. The Latina looked over the still sleeping Brittany and Rachel towards Quinn. "I mean, last night was kinda... intense."

Quinn understood that Santana was talking about emotional as well as physical; both girls having their share of baggage when it came to their respective family histories. "Yeah, I think so." Quinn responded, turning on her side and placing a hand on Rachel's naked hip. The girl twitched lightly in her sleep but didn't wake up. "It's a little surreal, if that's the right word." She bit her lip.

Santana nodded at this. "I think we should probably discuss this, ya know, what it means.. if it means anything." When the blonde agreed, the girl began to trail her hand over Brittany's back, shaking her gently in effort to rouse her from her sleep.

The blonde stirred but didn't open her eyes. "I don't wanna get up Papa...Iz still sweepy." She yawned, curling around her sister like she was a stuffed animal.

Quinn smiled at the girl's adorableness and took ahold of Santana's hand, pulling her from the bed quietly. "Let's let the kid's sleep in a little more. Give Mommy and Papa some time to talk first?" She explained, leading her into their adjoining bathroom.

Once the door was closed, giving the two the freedom to be a little louder, Quinn wrapped her arms around her girlfriend and rested her chin on her shoulder. "Does Papa wanna go first?" She asked with a little bit of playfulness in her voice; her hand teasing across the latina's bare stomach. She wasn't expecting the girl to flinch in her arms though and immediately retracted her hand, backing up so she wasn't touching her at all. "San?" She asked hesitantly, unsure what had caused the girl to respond in such a manner. "What's wrong?"

Santana immediately felt bad for worrying the girl and turned around so she could bring her into her arms. "I dunno, it's just, the Papa thing... " Quinn rested her cheek against her lovers chest, silently urging her to continue when she was ready. After a few moments of trying to find the right words, Santana explained, "It's like... Ive spent almost my entire life feeling like a freak... but with you guys, I could forget, ya know? Even during sex, I could pretend, but now, being labeled as 'the Papa'-"

"San..." Quinn interrupted, needing to make something clear to her. "Do you really thing that your penis is what makes you 'Papa' to us?" Quinn asked gently as she pulled out of the girl's arms, needing to be able to look at her.

Santana shrugged her shoulders, her arms subconsciously moving in front of her naked body as if to try and hide herself. "Maybe..." She admitted, feeling all sorts of awkward and insecure about being this open with Quinn. It's not that she didn't trust her, it's just not the type of relationship they had, even back when they were just friends.

"Honey, no, that's not it... that's not it at all." Quinn motioned towards the shower, moving to turn on the taps partially because of the other girl's sudden shivering and partially so their conversation couldn't be overheard. "You're the 'Papa' because of what the figure traditionally represents, not because of your body." Quinn could see that her words weren't reassuring the latina and sighed. "Come here." She took ahold of her distressed lover's hand, leading them both to step into the shower so the warm water could cascade down on them.

Slipping her arms around the still silent brunettes body, the blonde pulled the girl once more into her embrace. "San, you are the backbone of this family. You're our strength and you're our protector. This assignment that the girl's have, you just, you have to know that referring to you as 'Papa' is because of those things, and not because of this." Taking a risk, Quinn pressed the palm of her hand over her lover's soft cock, relaxing immediately when the girl didn't shrink away from her touch this time.

Santana kept silent for a few more moments, letting the girl's words truly sink in. Eyes closed, she rested her head back on Quinn's shoulder, her hips twitching against the hand that had begun to gently massage her. "Yeah, I know. I mean, it didn't bother me last night. I would have said something, if it did. Actually, I thought it was kinda cute. Might have also been the way the word sounded in that kid voice the girls were using..." She trailed off so she could laugh at the memories. "I know that you guys don't see me as just a penis without all the unnecessary maleness that usually comes with it. I guess I was just having one of my insecure moments this morning..."

Quinn nodded against Santana's neck at her statement, her hand moving a little more purposefully as she began inching them over towards the shower's wall. "There's nothing wrong with feeling insecure sometimes. I know I still have those moments where I can't help but think about..." The blonde trailed off, pressing her forehead against the back of Santana's neck. "But the point is, we can't help you if you don't talk to us."

Frowning at the girl's cut-off statement, Santana's opened her mouth to respond but instead of words, only a high pitched squeak came out. After a few seconds of re-steadying herself, "nnnnhh... yeah..." the girl groaned as she rolled her hips against the hand that had, without warning, begun gripping and squeezing her balls. "Your definition of helping... Quinn... is slightly different than mine... Not that I'm complaining... of course..."

The blonde grinned and squeezed the base of her lovers cock before moving to reposition the girl so her back was flush against the cool tile. "Mhmmm... Of course..." She mimicked with mock seriousness, giving the girl a gentle smile before leaning forward and capturing her lips with her own.


Up next, what Rachel and Brittany are doing while their parents are "having a shower", the four talk and then it's a trip to someplace fun!