A/N – A World War III story inspired by all the army Brittana stories I've seen and read. The idea is that the Al Qaeda and Hezbollah and all the other Arab nations/factions join together to create a massive army with the usual Nations joining to oppose them. Yes, all those groups joining forces may be completely improbable but its fiction. This is kind of AU. I don't own anything and it was just another story I couldn't get out of my head while I was supposed to be finishing Sins of the Father. That one is coming soon, promise. Thanks for indulging me. Brittana and mentions of Faberry. Rated T for f-bombs but nothing graphic.
Love in War
Prologue
We were seniors in high school when the war began. All the Arab nations that had been causing such a commotion the last few years decided to stop fighting amongst themselves and join forces to create one massive Arab nation. They then took it upon themselves to convince surrounding provinces to join, by any means necessary. Of course the usual suspects stood up in opposition, North and South America, the European Nations, even Russia and China joined in. It was essentially World War III.
At first the war had little impact on our personal lives. We carried on with our blissfully ignorant lives, our main concerns consisted of who would be Prom Queen and where would we go after graduation. Brittany and I were together, exclusively so, and happier than ever. We were once again the united Unholy Trinity with Quinn by our side. But then, in November of our senior year, the federal government reinstated the draft and any male from the age of 18-26 was eligible to be forced into service.
Even then, we were certain the war couldn't last too long. But the Arab nations seemed to have limitless numbers with more joining their ranks every day. When the news came that some of our own, Azimio Adams, Jacob Ben Israel, and finally even Finn, had been killed in action, the war became more than just a video from a distant land on the evening news. It became real then. While Finn and I may have had our differences and in fact may have hated each other a little, he was in no way deserving of his fate. He didn't deserve to die in some ditch in a foreign land fighting for democracy. He had always seemed destined for something greater.
The news only got worse from there. The unified Arabs had driven the opposing forces back as far as Central Europe and had spread into Africa. It seemed they were intent on world domination and were well on their way.
The war had been raging for almost two years and Brittany, Quinn, Rachel and I were attending the local community college. With the news of Sam's death, followed by Blaine's, our drive to get away from Lima had dwindled and we were content to simply get by until the world around us calmed. I even allowed Rachel Berry to join our little group. The rivalries and hatred now seemed petty.
We were just finishing up our third semester of college when the draft was extended to include women; that was how desperate the war had suddenly become. Even with the deaths and local tragedies, it never occurred to us that one from our little group would be forced into the war. It certainly never occurred to us that every one of us would be forced to serve one way or another.
Rachel and I were sitting in the courtyard having just finished our exams when my own personal world began to crumble. I noticed Brittany slowly moving toward our table, her face blank and even more pale than normal. As she slumped down into the chair beside me, I gave her a questioning look. Even Rachel was speechless from Brittany's obvious state of unease.
The blonde, the love of my life, then uttered four words that would serve to change both our lives forever.
"San…I've been drafted."
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Chapter 1
Santana's world slowed before seemingly spinning out of control in a matter of seconds as she took in Brittany's mumbled words.
"You…what?"
Brittany glanced up into the Latina's deep brown eyes and nodded sadly with a shrug. "I've been drafted. I have to leave next week. For training or something. I sure hope they plan to teach me how to go to war because I don't know how. I mean Coach Sylvester was sorta like a general or something but…"
Santana shook her head, finally clearing the cobwebs. "No way." She hissed. "No fucking way! This won't happen, I swear, I'll think of something Brittany."
Brittany smiled slightly as she pulled Santana's hands into her own. "San, you're pretty tough and all but I don't think even you can do anything about this."
Up until that point Rachel had been silent, soaking up the new information. She finally sighed. "This doesn't make any sense. What could they possibly want you for? You barely graduated high school!"
Santana tensed and sent an icy glare to the shorter brunette. "Fuck you Berry."
Rachel's jaw dropped as she realized what she said. "Brittany, I'm so sorry…I didn't mean-I'm-"
"Its ok," Brittany interrupted, giving a calming squeeze to Santana's hand that she was still holding. "Who better to send off to some war? No big loss. But you're right though. I'm sure I'll get there and fail the entrance exam or something and get sent home. It'll be fine San, you'll see."
Santana clenched her jaw and quickly pulled the blonde in for a crushing hug. "We'll leave, we'll hide out somewhere until it's over…or I'll come with you and keep you safe."
"San," Brittany said softly, pulling away to gaze into the brunette's worried face. "Finn and Sam didn't hide. I can't either. And if you sign up to go, who will I have to come home to? Who will I write those sappy romantic letters to like in the movies? Promise me you won't."
Santana felt tears stinging her eyes. Even Rachel looked teary as she watched the two. Exams were forgotten as the three made their way back to the apartment Brittany and Santana shared with Quinn.
Only when they arrived did they discover that Quinn Fabray had similarly been ordered into service.
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Their parents' petitioned the government, begged even, but no other option could be presented. The two friends were to report to a camp in South Carolina to begin training. From there they would be shipped overseas with countless others.
Santana begged them to leave with her, find some place to wait out the war. Quinn was just as determined as Brittany.
"Santana, two of the three guys I dated in high school have already been killed. They were our friends San. How can we run away when they didn't? I don't think I could ever look Carol or Burt in the face again…or Kurt for that matter."
The friends tearfully decided to make the most of their time together before the two blondes were to leave. They spent a large amount of time in the park near the duck pond since it was one of Brittany's favorite locations.
Santana sat on the bank with a smile tugging at her lips as she watched the blonde playing with the ducks. Rachel was similarly tossing bread chunks into the water and then running away with a shriek as the little creatures began to swarm her, leaving Brittany doubled over with laughter.
The Latina glanced to her side as Quinn dropped down beside her on the grass. She gently nudged the brunette's shoulder with her own, their gazes on the two women by the bank.
"She's not cut out for this." Santana whispered. "Fuck, you're not either!"
Quinn sighed and linked her arm with Santana's. "Who is? None of us asked for this, Finn and Sam didn't. But sometimes we don't have a choice. And I take offense to that by the way. Everyone knows I'm a bitch. It's a small step from bitch to soldier elite."
Santana narrowed her gaze at Quinn's smirk. "How are you so fucking calm about this? How can you joke about this? You've seen the news reports, you know what you're about to get into. You act like you're fucking thrilled about this."
The blonde smiled sadly and absent mindedly fingered the cross necklace around her neck. "This is no time to lose our sense of humor San…or our faith. And no, I don't particularly want to go. But I had to grow up sometime. I promise I'll look after her…I promise."
Santana felt a sob rising in her throat and she turned to the blonde next to her. She pulled Quinn into her arms. "Thank you. Just promise to look after yourself too."
Quinn gave her a squeeze before pulling away. "Santana Lopez, who knew coming out of the closet would make such a softie out of you? Or was it World War III that turned you into a sap?"
"Fuck you Fabray." Santana replied with a sniffle. "Ugh. I can't believe you two are leaving me here with Berry. I swear I still want to join up on my own to keep an eye on you two. I'd get to avoid the hobbit, win-win."
Quinn let her gaze wander to the smaller woman who was talking softly to Brittany, arms linked, smiles on their faces. "No." She said softly. "If Brittany has to worry about you being over there she'll never be able to keep track of which end of the gun to point. Besides, Rachel will need you San. Be nice to her…for me."
Santana saw something pass in Quinn's hazel eyes but instead of question it, she simply nodded. They were then joined by their friends and the four slowly made their way back to their apartment.
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The night before the two blondes were to leave found Santana and Brittany clinging to each other tightly in their dark bedroom. Their kisses were at first needy and desperate but as the night wore on, they became soft and tender. The two were intent on reaffirming their love and devotion.
"I'll come back." Brittany finally whispered; her breath ghosting across Santana's lips.
Santana gave a resolute nod. "You'll come back. Or I'll come get you myself."
Brittany smiled. "I made Rachel promise not to let you do anything crazy. You have to look out for each other, just like Quinn and I will. Besides, the good guys never lose wars. I'll be home soon."
Santana once again pulled the blonde closer and held her tightly, softly stroking her back and side. Brittany burrowed into the brunette's neck. "San?" she eventually whispered again. "I'm kind of scared."
The Latina tightened her grip and clenched her jaw. "Me too babe, me too."
They both shared tears and caresses until the morning light began to seep through the blinds.
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The families escorted the troops that were to make up the 43rd Division to the airport and tried to remain upbeat and cheerful as they sent the young people on their way to the army camp. Santana watched as Quinn and Rachel hugged, holding each other longer than she would have expected. Brittany giggled as she caught Santana's line of sight.
"Well how about that? Looks like Rachel might have a thing for camo. Green is super hot. It'll totally make Quinn's eyes pop."
Santana laughed as she turned back to Brittany, gazing at her lovingly. "I expect pics of you in your super hot uniform…and out of your super hot uniform."
"Awesome idea San." Brittany replied with a mischievous grin and pulled Santana in for a lingering kiss.
And then they were boarding the bus and on their way before any of them were ready. It had been decided that Rachel would move in with Santana while their friends were away. The two blondes hoped they would be able to comfort each other and keep each other company. Santana and Rachel cried together once they arrived back at their now shared apartment. Santana would never admit it, but she was grateful to have the smaller woman's company.
Santana trudged into her now solitary bedroom determined to engulf herself in the bed linens that still smelled of Brittany. As she flipped on the lamp on the bedside table, something caught her eye. A letter had been left with her old friendship bracelet placed on top of it. The brunette swallowed the lump in her throat as she opened the letter and dropped onto the bed to read.
Dear Santana,
You know I've never been so great with words. They confuse me. But even if I was super good with them I don't think I could ever find enough words to tell you how much you mean to me. I love you. Even those words just don't say enough. They're just not big enough.
I've known you're it for me since that first day we met in kindergarten. I might as well have just gift wrapped my heart and given it to you right then and there. You see, I've always been yours even when you weren't completely mine. But I knew you would be and I never gave up on us and I know you won't now either. We're like peanut butter and jelly, unicorns and glitter. Just meant to be together. And when I get home I'm totally going to marry you and make lady babies.
I love you. I love you. I love you. Don't forget that. That's why I wrote it three times there, so you won't forget.
Your Brittany.
Santana let her tears fall freely as she clutched the letter to her chest.
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"Do you think Coach Sylvester is here?" Brittany asked wearily as she and Quinn flopped onto their beds in their small quarters.
Quinn grunted as she propped herself up on one elbow to get a better look at her friend. "Really, I wouldn't be surprised if Coach turned out to be some kind of Special Forces assassin but I think we would have heard her shouting through a mega phone by now. Why do you ask Britt?"
"Because when I looked into the bag they made us run with it was full of bricks. That seems like a Coach kind of thing to do."
Quinn chuckled as she dropped back flat onto her back. "Yeah, it does. Maybe we should just send her over there and let her wipe out the enemy all on her own. And then we could go home."
Brittany propped herself up and smiled softly at Quinn. "You miss Rachel huh?"
The shorter blonde shot up from her position on the bed as quickly as her tired and sore body would allow, wondering how Brittany could alway just know what someone was really thinking and feeling. "What? Why would you think that?"
Brittany laughed before pulling herself all the way up and crossing the room to drop onto Quinn's bed, draping an arm around her shoulders. "It's ok Quinn. You're allowed to miss her. I kinda do. Not like I miss Sanny of course. So…you like her?"
Quinn blushed and dropped her head onto Brittany's shoulder. "I think I kind of do. Maybe it's just this whole damn war thing. I mean, if you think about it, she and Santana are the only people I have to come home to really. I certainly can't expect Santana to think of me and wait for me like she's waiting for you. And if anything would teach you to be a super soldier, it's someone trying to step in on you two and claim her attention. Not that I would ever do that, I wouldn't! So see, that just leaves her really…"
"That was almost romantic Quinn…and really rambly." Brittany said softly. "But if you decide to tell Rachel you like her, don't make it sound like she's your last potion."
"Option, B." Quinn corrected with a chuckle. "And I didn't mean it like that."
"I know." Brittany replied, gently pressing a kiss to Quinn's head. "And I totally think you should tell her. You should write her! It would so romantic, love letters and a war…it's like a Nicholas Sparks wet dream."
Quinn laughed and swatted at her friend. "Is that what you're up all night doing? Writing love letters to your boo? Because I would much prefer the thought of that and not any other nighttime, bed activities."
It was Brittany's turn to blush and her eyes automatically drifted to the pages of stationary on her nightstand. She shrugged with a sigh. "I miss her."
Quinn brushed some stray blonde strands behind Brittany's ear before squeezing her shoulder. "I know you do B."
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Santana and Rachel fell into a routine of sorts, happy to have each other but refusing to admit it. They continued to attend classes until too many students, staff, and faculty even had been shipped off to the war and classes were cancelled. Neither could quite understand how they had managed to avoid the draft but their families were grateful. Santana watched the mail expectantly, almost hoping for the chance to join Brittany.
Rachel had to physically restrain Santana on more than one occasion to keep her from joining the army and going in search of Brittany when reports would come in that the casualties were mounting.
Before they knew it, three months had passed and spring was just around the corner. The training period was originally supposed to last six months and the troops would get to return home for a week before shipping out. However, when news came that a large portion of Russia had fallen to the Arabs, it was decided that soldiers simply couldn't be spared and the training period was cut short.
The soldiers were simply allowed a phone call before they were boarded onto a plane and on their way to a foreign land to serve as reinforcements. Young men and women all over the country were forced to separate from the ones they loved and fight against an enemy that seemed to only be growing in numbers.
The missed opportunity to see each other again was felt bitterly by both Santana and Brittany. But both were determined to appear strong for the other.
They continued to write to each other almost daily even after Brittany and Quinn shipped out. The brunette kept every letter. Every time one would arrive, she would grin like a silly school girl and rush to her room to read it in private. On a few occasions Brittany kept her word and sent pictures with the letters. Santana had to admit that Brittany looked good in the army green. But the weapons surrounding her were foreign and didn't fit the gentle blonde at all.
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Quinn eyed Brittany warily as the taller woman fiddled with the standard issue machine gun on the ground in front of her. The taller blonde was sitting on the ground, legs extended, with the gun in pieces in front of her between her legs.
"How's it coming B?"
Brittany barely spared a glance as she continued to figure out where each piece went. "I've almost got it. I know the long part hooks up with this one…and this little one is like their little baby because it pops out of where they hooked up."
Quinn quirked a brow but nodded. Brittany was technically almost right. She was just having trouble piecing the weapon together. "Britt, how about once we get the gun put back together, we don't take it apart again unless we're cleaning it? We're here now; we don't know when we might actually need to use them."
Brittany's hands stilled and she finally met Quinn's gaze. "Ok, I won't take it apart again if you don't want me to. But Quinn, I just don't think I'll be able to use this on like a real live person. I've tried to picture it but…I keep thinking that they'll be someone's dad or son or lover. Or some cat's person. I just-"
"Britt," Quinn interrupted lowly, dropping down to the ground and grasping the blonde's shoulders roughly. "I don't give a fuck who they are, if they try to get in the way of you getting home to Santana, you use your damn gun! Do you understand me? This isn't a game B, they want to kill you; they want to kill all of us."
Brittany clenched her jaw but nodded once. "I understand." She whispered and dropped her gaze to the ground.
Quinn tried to smile then, to ease the tension. "Good. Now let's see if we can't hook these parts up and make firing pin babies."
Brittany finally smiled as Quinn helped her reassemble her weapon.
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April 28, 2014
Hi Santana!
I have no idea where we are right now. Russia maybe? We've been traveling a lot. So far nothing too exciting has happened. Nothing like I expected to see after watching all those war movies you told me not to watch. Oh…I watched those by the way. But don't worry; I haven't seen any bad guys up close yet or anything.
I've finally figured out how to reassemble my gun. Quinn was getting worried about me not getting it put back together in case I needed to use it so I worked hard and figured it out. I don't want her to worry about me. She looked so proud when I showed her and it was done right.
But I still don't think I can ever use this thing on someone. Quinn said if someone tries to get keep me from coming home to you I have to use it. I understand her idea but if I do that, don't I also have to use it on the General guy who's making me stay here? He's super smart and I think we need him to make plans on how to beat the bad guys. So my plan is to just try not to use it, stay on the down low, ya know?
Oh by the way, Quinn found the naughty letter you sent me. But don't worry, she didn't see the pictures. Those are for my eyeballs only. Well, I did kind of show one to Kenny the cook because he didn't believe me that I have the hottest woman in the world waiting for me. I think he does now.
I love you Sanny. Hope Rachel isn't driving you too crazy. This place isn't so bad so don't worry about me. I'll be home before you know it.
Love, love, love you.
p.s. How is Lord Tubs?
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The letters started out long and detailed but the longer they were apart, the shorter they became. Santana tried not to worry too much or read between the lines but she couldn't help but grow concerned as the mood of Brittany's letters seemed to grow shorter and more depressed. Not at all what the brunette was accustomed to from the blonde.
Quinn and Rachel wrote to each other as well. Rachel would blush and pour over every word while Santana would just smirk and shake her head. But every now and then, she caught a worried look on Rachel's face as she read. Brittany's letters were for the most part almost always happy and upbeat so Santana wondered how different Quinn's letters were. She feared Brittany would pretend everything was fine for the sake of protecting her feelings.
When she would ask what the matter was, Rachel would just shrug and quickly change the subject. After one such occasion, Santana was almost panicked when she saw Rachel nervously biting her lip as she read. It was the furtive glances the shorter woman kept shooting her that made the Latina's heart plummet.
So, when Rachel left for her shift at the diner down the block, Santana squared her shoulders and slipped into the smaller woman's room intent on reading what was really going on.
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May 30, 2014
Dear Rach,
Thanks again for the CD you sent. We were lucky enough to find a stereo that still works and we kept your voice on repeat for two hours last night. You've got quite the fan following over here I must say. You sound great as always! Brittany even danced a little. She's been kind of down lately, but don't tell Santana. I know Britt wouldn't want her to worry.
We're still technically in training so they're not sending us to the front lines any time soon. But it's eerie hearing gunfire and bombs at night. There is talk that we'll be heading on our own mission soon but not necessarily on the front lines.
I hope you're keeping Santana in line. She always was a handful without Brittany around to help keep her sane. Just remember that she's hurting without Britt around. I'm glad you're there for her, for each other.
I know it's terribly cliché but I'm grateful to have someone to come home to. I think of Santana and Brittany, how in love they are. I want that. You've been very kind to humor me while I'm here. Thank you for that Rachel.
I know I have a lot to be sorry for, a lot of regrets. And I'm looking forward to making up for some of those wrongs when I get home. If you'll let me.
Love, Quinn
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June 17, 2014
Dear Rach,
Sorry it's been so long since I've been able to write. It's a mess over here right now. I'm really worried about Brittany. She's just not cut out for this. We were running from an air raid and a truck full of French soldiers was hit right in front of us and exploded. She just froze. If I hadn't been behind her to pull her to safety I don't know what would have happened.
She hasn't used her gun at all other than in practice. She seems afraid of it and I'm afraid I won't be able to keep her safe. I'm trying to help her understand that her gun is one of the only things she can rely on here. God knows I'm trying. I don't think I could manage here without her. I just want to wake up tomorrow and for this to all have been a horrible dream. I just want to come home and not see that lost look in Brittany's eyes. I want to come home and hear you sing again. I want to hear Santana bitch about anything and everything. I want to hear Finn and Sam and even Blaine singing and joking around.
I'm sorry to complain. I'm just tired I suppose. Give Santana a hug for me and please don't mention anything I wrote about Britt. I think of you all the time. Love you.
Quinn
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June 30, 2014
Dear Rachel,
I can't tell you how much your last letter meant to me. I've read it every night. It has been a great comfort to me. You have been a great comfort to me. This horrible mess seems just a little brighter knowing you're home waiting for me.
Finally a little progress with Britt. We were ambushed today and she saved my life. It was the first time she used her gun on anything other than a paper target and she killed three of them in a matter of seconds before I even saw them as they came up behind me. She was crushed that she had to hurt someone. She finally cried herself to sleep a little while ago. But it was a solid victory for us. We fought them off. Maybe the tide is turning in this God-awful war. I hope so; I don't know how much longer she can last here. And she's not the only one. Most of us seem so young and this is nothing anyone should ever have to experience.
I shouldn't tell you these things. I know you care about Britt too and I don't want you to worry. But it helps to tell you. It helps to have someone to talk to since Britt is so distant these days. I don't know how I would get through this without you and your letters.
I dream of coming home to you, of holding you. I hope that's not too forward. Take care of yourself for me.
Yours, Quinn
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July 10, 2014
Dear Rachel,
Happy 4th of July, even if I am a little late! I hope you enjoyed a vegan barbeque with your family and Santana. We had fireworks here on the 4th. Actually we just set explosives around an enemy encampment but given the situation, I think it was appropriate.
I miss Lima on the 4th. I never thought I would ever miss Lima but I do. I miss the county fair. I miss the Independence Day parade. I miss cotton candy and kettle corn. And bacon, God I miss bacon.
Sorry this one is short. We're on our way out for a patrol.
All my love, Quinn
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August 14, 2014
Dear Rach,
I can't believe in a few weeks we'll have been here six months. Or that this whole war has now been going on for almost three years. That doesn't seem like a long time as far as wars go…until you're in the middle of it. Then it seems a lifetime.
It's always so good to hear from you. Your last letter made me smile. I hope you don't mind but I read part of it to Brittany, the part about Santana taking Lord Tubbington to the vet to help out Mrs. Pierce. I had forgotten what a beast that cat can be. I hope her stitches are small and that the poor cat isn't too traumatized after being exposed to Santana's vocabulary.
Brittany smiled when I read that part to her. It was nice to see. This place is just sucking the life out of everyone. At least Britt is eating again; she got a little down and wouldn't eat for two days. I think we're all just resigned to the fact that we're stuck here and we want to get home alive and now we're going to do whatever we have to do to make that happen. I'm going to do whatever I have to do to make sure I come home to you.
Love you.
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September 1, 2014
Dear Rachel,
Today was bad. We had finally had a few good days and then today shot it all to hell. We were moving to a new location and we came across a small fenced in camp. Turns out they were captives and it was a small prison camp the Arabs had left.
I've never seen anything so horrible. It made the history lessons of the Holocaust so much more real to see it first hand. I didn't realize the Arabs were into that sort of thing, didn't think it was their style. The people left behind looked like skeletons. And the stories they told about how they were treated, my God. Beatings, experimentation, executions. I hate to say it but I would rather be killed than have to go to one of those places. I'm sorry to be so down.
I think Santana was right that we should have all just run off and found some place to hide until this mess passes. Brittany has barely spoken since we left the camp. I thought she was coming out of this funk finally but after today it's hard not to slip into one right alongside her. She's asleep now. The only thing she said to me since getting back to our tent was that she just wants to see Santana one more time. I just don't know how many more times I'll be able to shake her out of this.
Yeah, I think we should have listened to Santana. I know we're doing a great and noble thing over here, at least that's what they keep telling us, but I'm worried the cost will be too much. I want to come home. And I want Brittany to stop being depressed. That just is not natural. I want to come home and see you again. I want to come home.
Again, please spare Santana my depressing details. It would kill her to see either of us like this.
Love you. Quinn.
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Santana's hands were trembling as she dropped the latest letter into her lap. She couldn't even bring herself to care that she had been caught when she heard Rachel rushing back into the apartment.
"I forgot my keys and I have to lock up tonight. Santana? Where are-? What are you doing in here?"
Santana forced her gaze to meet Rachel's where she had frozen in the doorway. "You should have told me." She whispered. "You should have told me. It's Brittany. My Brittany and she's not ok. You should have told me!"
"She doesn't want you to worry Santana." Rachel replied softly. "It's bad enough that she's over there, she wants you to think she's doing fine. She doesn't want you to worry, neither of them do."
Santana pushed herself to her feet and began to pace. "No. She needs me. I knew this would break her! She's the most gentle, caring person. She shouldn't be there! I'm going. I don't care what you say Rachel, I'm going and I don't care what I have to do, I'm getting Brittany out of there. Quinn too. And then we'll hide somewhere like we should have in the first place. I'll get them out and find some place safe and then we'll send for you."
Rachel scrambled after Santana as she rushed out of the smaller woman's room toward her own and began throwing clothes into her bags.
"Santana, this is crazy!" she cried. "You can't expect to just join the army and magically find Brittany in the middle of God knows where and then sneak her out of said army. I'm fairly certain they have rules against those things!"
"I don't care Rachel. She needs me and I'm not going to just sit by and let her end up like Finn and Sam and half of the rest of our schoolmates. I'm getting them out of there."
"Then I'm going with you." Rachel said firmly.
Santana's head snapped up. "Rachel-"
"No. I'm going for Quinn just like you're going for Brittany. Besides…I promised Britt I'd keep an eye on you."
The two shared an intense stare before Santana nodded and with her shoulders slightly drooped, continued to throw her belongings into her bag.
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Thanks for reading. This is a three part story. Sorry if the characters seem off, I did mention it's AU. I'm not quite sure how I feel about this story yet, not my best but I like the idea. Thanks again for taking the time to read.