“She’s flirting with her again,” Santana seethed, the plastic of her drink cup crinkling in her hand.

“I know,” Tina nodded, giving the Cheerio one of her direct, practiced unamused glares.

“Worst part is, Rachel’s oblivious,” Kurt cut in, taking the cup away from Santana before it burst from the pressure. “Here, Blaine. Get the devil another cup?”

Blaine rolled his eyes, turning to head towards the kitchen. ”Yes, dear.”

“Whipped!” Santana sniggered, Tina laughing into her own cup.

Pausing, Blaine turned back around to give the two girls and his chuckling boyfriend a raised eyebrow look. “Or, you think,” he offered loftily, crossing his arms and starting to back away, “That maybe she’s completely aware of it and shopping for a fourth member of your relationship?”

It wasn’t even three seconds later before Santana and Tina were advancing on their girlfriend, wrapping themselves around her arms and practically carrying her up to Quinn’s bedroom. “I don’t care,” Santana was heard to growl, “Sex, now.”

“But - !”

“Sorry, Rachel, but I’m with Santana on this one. We want you. Now.”

“…Oh. Well, alright then. Alcohol does make me extremely susceptible to - mmmmph, ohhhhh.”

Kurt, staring up the stairs where the door to Quinn’s bedroom had just been slammed shut, looked at the crushed cup in his hand, looked at the Cheerio staring where the three girls had gone with a longing, disappointed expression on her face, and gently deposited the cup onto the nearest table. “Lesbians,” he shook his head, taking Blaine’s arm when he reappeared and stole the drink for Santana, “Blaine, just know I’m happy not to be a gay female.”

Dropping a kiss to Kurt’s forehead, Blaine grinned. “I think I’m happy about that as well.”

((A/N: I went ahead and used Gabrielle as the name for the Cheerio, as I’m assuming it was that Cheerio referenced.))

*

Santana’s fingers tapped her bicep as she watched Gabrielle go through the extra workout she had ordered for her.

“She’s good,” Quinn commented from above her, where she was sitting in the bleachers.

Turning her head to acknowledge she’d heard her, Santana barely nodded.

Standing, Quinn walked forward, coming to a stop against the railing. “She reminds me of a young you.”

“Don’t be ridiculous.” Catching sight of Quinn’s sandals in the corner of her eye, Santana smothered a grin at the bright red toenail polish, “She’s good but I was better when I was a freshman.”

Quinn shrugged, crouching down before sitting back and sliding her legs through the gap, resting her arms on the lowest bar of the railing. Now only two heads higher than Santana, the blonde smiled. “That’s because you practically grew up with Sue. Gabrielle didn’t have that.”

“Again!” Santana barked out, “The whole routine!” Waiting for Gabrielle to acknowledge her and begin, voice calling out their latest chant, Santana relaxed and turned fully to face her girlfriend. “Hey,” she smiled, stepping forward to lean up on her tiptoes between Quinn’s legs, grinning into the kiss Quinn was able to brush against her lips. When she dropped back down, the blonde’s hands coming down to rest on her shoulders, she smirked, eyes falling to take in the almost perfect line of sight to Quinn’s chest their positions gave her, “And hello to you too.”

“San,” Quinn snorted, pinching her shoulder, “How much longer are you going to be?”

Stroking Quinn’s thighs, the tips of her fingers just edging under the hem of her dress, Santana smiled. “We’re pretty much done. I was waiting for you to arrive, actually.”

“Yeah?” Quinn’s hand moved up to tuck a stray flyaway behind Santana’s ear, palm pausing to curl around her jaw, pulling her up for another quick, impulsive kiss. “Why?” she breathed.

Santana glanced behind her. Watching Gabrielle for a couple of seconds, and, gauging how much time she still had in the routine, she turned back. “Gabrielle’s pretty hot, isn’t she?”

Quinn looked up. Tilting her head, her eyes narrowed, and she shrugged. “I guess so.”

“Mmhm.” Nodding, Santana smiled up at her. “You know your fantasy…?”

“Her?” Quinn’s eyes widened, and she snapped her head back up.

Sliding her palms up and down Quinn’s thighs, Santana raised her eyebrows. “Why not? I know for a fact she wouldn’t turn us down.” At a direct hazel stare, she rolled her eyes. “Puck’s last party? Truth or Dare?”

“Oh.” Quinn slowly nodded. “I think I remember that, actually.”

“Right?” Reaching up to squeeze Quinn’s hand, Santana smiled, winking at her as she spun away just as Gabrielle was finishing up, “Think about it. I’m game if you are.”

Chapter two (which is really three): Gabrielle/Avery is up~

Title: The Kissing Booth
Author: Me (purrpickle)
Chapter: Two: Gabrielle/Avery (Prologue, Sam, Gabrielle/Avery)
Word Count: 500+
Rating: T
Pairing: Rachel/…Everyone?
Summary: A series of drabbles recounting Rachel’s adventures in running the
kissing booth at William McKinley High. Each chapter will focus on a different
character.
A/N: This is a silly little story that is going to be made up of short drabbles. And that’s pretty much all of an author’s note I can think of writing, except that, at this point, I don’t know how tenuously canon this’ll stay. *grins*

Link here: Gabrielle/Avery

I never let the majority make me change the names I had picked out beforehand. No one person can decide this. (Until, unless they officially name her, and who knows if more than one person will decide it.)