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Please finish Random Pezberry Thought of the Day #356.
I mean⌠It is âfinishedâ.Â
I think you just mean that you want to see the Berrittana, am I right?
Maybe someday, anon. Maybe someday.
Random Pezberry Thought of the Day #356
A/N: This is inspired by a TFLN: (859) This would be a good time for the donât get drunk and bang a married chick pep talkâŚ
A/N2: So this is from ages ago, something unpolished that never fully came together as Iâd wanted, I think, from the 2014-2015 or even earlier time. I donât know. I canât remember. Just from at least sometime that I paid attention to TFLN*s - or, like, at least from where they were ârelevantâ - I just know I havenât heard of them in years. Anyway, the important thing is I came upon this again deep in my tumblr drafts and figured it was worth sharing. :D Viva la Berrittana!
*If anyone doesnât know, TFLN means Text From Last Night
Rachel glanced at first Santana then Brittany, taking a large mouthful of her vegan chow mein. Washing it down with a large gulp of her mixed drink - something sparkly and warmth-inducing and potent Brittany had handed to her - she told herself, almost chidingly, This would be a good time for, as Puck would call it, the don't get drunk and bang a married chick pep talk... Or perhaps, more likely for him, it would be the donât get drunk and bang a married chick again pep talk...
"Heyyyy," Brittany startled her, plopping down next to her on the floor, elbows on the coffee table Rachel was sitting at, "Having fun, Rache?"
Rachel smiled, nodding. Swallowing her latest bite of chow mein, she reached out, grabbing Brittany's arm; she patted it, quickly pulling back. "It's really quite nice seeing you. Thanks for inviting me over."
"Yeah, like we'd let you kill yourself mourning a broken heart," Santana interjected, taking the seat on the couch on the other side of her. Pushing her hair behind her ear, she smirked, eyes bright as she met Rachel's gaze, "Totally called for a girl's night, am I right?"
"Totally," Brittany chimed in.
Hopefully hiding her blush behind her drink, Rachel nodded, sipping deeply again. As much as she still missed her... Her stomach dropped, and tears threatened before she sniffed them back... Ex, it was nice seeing her old friends.
...Even if wasnât quite the same with thoughts of seducing one or the other being stubbornly resistant to being exorcised.Â
Really, it wasnât fair how still attracted to both Santana and Brittany she was, Rachel sighed. Ever since high school... And helped by the recent easing of hostilities between herself and the two... Couldn't her broken heart be some sort of shield to those ridiculous impulses, at least?
Admonishing herself again, sitting back to watch her two friends banter easily back and forth in front of her, Santana leaning forward to slide her hand affectionately down her wifeâs arm, knee brushing against Rachelâs, Rachel smiled absently at Brittanyâs next words:Â
âStill, you want us to invite over some of our friends for some rebound sexing?â
âNo,â Rachel shook her head, able to keep her smile, proffering her drink up in the air, âI believe Iâm good.â
Santana tilted her head. âLiquor good or bluster good?â
âYeah, because there is a difference,â Brittany took up her wifeâs point, âLiquor good only feeds the now. Bluster good, meaning pretending like sexings - which sexings good, if done well, feeds the future - only tells us you need more liquor or, well...â She grinned, looking Rachel up and down, âSomething else to preoccupy yourself with.â
âWhile tempting...â Rachel bit down on her lower lip, cheeks warming, âIâŚâ
Santana raised her eyebrows, lips quirking. âOoh la la. Tempting?â
Scooting back, palms solid on the floor as she moved to better gaze at Rachel, Brittany smirked at her as well. âRachel~?â
âWhile tempting,â Rachel repeated, cheeks even warmer, âI think Iâd start sobbing if I attempted to... Do anything.â
Santana sighed. âThatâs annoyingly unsurprising.â She shook her head. âWell, whatever. Drink that up and weâll revisit this.â She grinned salaciously. âWorse comes to worse and weâll just invite you into our bed.â
âYeah,â Brittany agreed, seeming almost maybe into what she was saying, tilting her head and her lips turning up, âThat could be fun. That would be fun.â
Rachel blinked, staring first at her, then at Santana, her breath skittering in her chest. Okay, no. Not fair. That didnât help at all. âHah, hah,â she laughed, pushing all other thoughts except for âtheyâre joking - they have to be jokingâ away. âYou guys are funny.â
âFunny.â Santanaâs eyebrows twitched up.
And, âFunny?â Brittany echoed. She pouted, meeting Santanaâs gaze. âOnly funny?â
âItâs not a bad thing!â Rachel hastened to say. Really, how could funny be a bad thing? Let alone, at least in the way she meant it? âI just,â she laughed hollowly, bravado on full display, âI know youâre kidding, and though I appreciate it, I donât need - â
Brittanyâs hand on her shin stopped her, and Rachelâs mouth snapped shut.
âBut what if,â the blonde smiled, making Rachelâs heart spike, âWe werenât kidding?â
And Rachel, eyes flashing up to Santanaâs, then back down to Brittanyâs, gaped, swallowed, and then swallowed again. Her voice was high, breathy in her chest. Strangled. â...What?â
Iâm curious. Anyone got a story of mine (in this case Iâm asking about non-collaborations)Â theyâd like to see me update next?
50 words prompt: Between season 1 and 2, San, Brit and Rach on a cruise ship during summer vacation. Rachel: "Why did you invite me?" Santana: *shrugging* "You believed me." (about the setlist incident at Sectionals)
âI think Iâm tannerthan Iâve ever been.â
âLooks good,â Brittany offered.
Santana nodded, handingRachel a water. âNot bad.â
âThanks.â Taking a sip,Rachel hesitated, âYou know⌠Iâm probably not the only one to believe you.â
âWell, youâre the onlyone who said so, soâŚâ Santana joined Brittany, âEnjoy.â

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A/N:Â Prompt from an anon;Â Season 1 Rachel tries to subtly (lol) get San and Brittany into a threesome with her. Thanks!
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Sidling into the free space near Brittanyâs locker, doing nothing more than occupying space, Rachel waits until Brittany squints, saying hello to her, to puff up her chest and purse her lips. âHi,â she smiles, âThank you for addressing me, first wise. And, having said that, let me continue on.
âAll Iâm offering, coming to greet you at your locker as I am,â she continues, nodding her head as if sheâs adding onto the end result of a previous subject, âIs myself as an add-on to your satisfaction with just Santana.â She pauses. âSexually.â
Narrowing her eyes, her hand tensing on the outside of her locker, Brittany looks at her. âWhat do you know of my sexing with Santana?â she asks honestly, cocking her head.
âI know enough that you are more often than not the one to stoke her, shall we say, libido,â Rachel offers. She pushes out her chest, as small as it is compared to the blondeâs, âAnd I know that she probably doesnât allow herself to fully appreciate what you do for her.â
Brittany looks at her. âYou think you can do better?â
âOh, oh no.â Rachel shakes her head, her hands up in front of her chest. âNo, I just want to offer myself as an add-on.â Her throat flexes. âAt least at first. I have nothing against joining you two fairly.â
Tilting her head even further to the side, Brittany stares at her. She reaches out, fingers grasping at Rachelâs sweater with her other palm cupping Rachelâs cheek. âAnd are you attracted to me?â she asks.
Rachel swallows. She raises her chin. Pressing her lips to Brittanyâs, her hands resting on the blondeâs waist, she pushes her tongue into her mouth. âDoes this answer your question?â she whispers, her breath puffing along Brittanyâs lips.
They kiss for an indeterminate amount of time, and finally, when she pulls back, Brittany smiles. âWow,â she whispers, kissing Rachel again, smiling down at her, âWhen you donât talk, youâre pretty hot. So. Come home with me,â she answers, âAnd we can better get to know each other.â
Staring up at her, Rachel parts her lips. ââŚSantana will join us later?â she brings up, already standing on her toes to kiss Brittany again.
âIf you continue not talking,â Brittany continues talking, grinning at her as she leans down, pushing her tongue in between Rachelâs lips, arms wrapping around her waist and chest, pulling the smaller girl into her, âI really canât see how sheâd say no.â
excerpt from my aim rp with rachel
forewarning this IS VERY SMUTTY OKAYÂ
fic: think we kissed but i forgot
Title: think we kissed but i forgot Author: thesaturnyear Length: ~4k Rating: M Pairing(s): Rachel/Brittany; Rachel/Santana/Brittany Summary: What happens at your first house party stays at your first house party.
Authorâs Note: Takes place during 2x14, âBlame It On the Alcohol.â Not a prompt fill, but the GGSM inspired me to finally finish this.
(AO3 or FFN)