Hey Hey, sorry for the amount of time it took me to write this chapter, but I honestly thought that this was only going to be a one shot. I needed to plan!

I kinda have a vague idea as to where I'm heading with this story, but I'd definitely be grateful for anyone else's input on what they'd like to see.
I hope you like this chapter and don't criticize me too much if I get something wrong on the army front, I've never actually had anything to do with it. Plus I'm English so thing might be a bit different in America.

I don't own anything to do with Glee.


"So, what was it like out there?" Finn's question broke the silence, though he earned a slap from Rachel for being so forward. I chuckled gently,

"Hey it's fine Rachel, we don't mind," I spoke softly as the memories began to swirl behind my eyes…

"Well, for starters it was fucking boiling," I smiled slightly as I looked to Puck's face, his tanned skin a reminder of the many hours we were stuck in the sweltering heat. He caught my eye and picked up where I'd broken off,

"Hey, before we start talking about this why don't we get mom and dad down?" Puck winked cheekily in Kurt and Finn's direction, obviously stalling while I tried to collect my thoughts. I smiled gratefully at him over Britt's head once he looked back over.

Finn slapped his hands on his bed eagerly as he readied to lift himself up, "Good idea, Puck. I know they'd hate us if they missed out on your storytelling." I think it was only Quinn and Britt who realised that Puck and I had almost jumped out of our skin from the sudden loud noise. I tried not to notice when they both glanced at each other worriedly.

I felt my tense muscles relax once Finn rushed upstairs and I decided it was high time to take my god damn fucking boots off. I pried Brittany off me gently as I leant forward and undid the laces, groaning in pleasure as I pulled them from my feet, wiggling my toes in my socks gratefully, "Sorry everyone, but you might want to cover your noses," I winked sassily and bit my lip, falling back into my last position, Britt suctioned back to my side. I kissed her neck slightly as the rest of the gang laughed at my antics, soon followed by huffing and groaning as my feet's delightful aroma hit their noses.

"Damn girl, I didn't even know feet could smell like that," Mercedes stared at my feet as if they were a pile of stale puke before whipping out some deodorant from her bag and marching over to the bed, spraying my feet mercilessly.

"Calm down, Wheezy! You want us all to choke to death on your deodorant?" I coughed as the stinky mist fogged the room. I muttered slightly in Spanish as I tried to recover my breathing.

"Shush baby, it needed to be done," Britt giggled in my ear before planting a few sweet kisses to the surrounding area. It took all my will power to not groan out in pleasure; no sex for a year does this to you.

"Stop hun before I explode," I managed to squeak out through gritted teeth, earning a gentle laugh from Britt and an outrageous roar from Kurt who had obviously tuned into our conversation. I slapped him upside the head.

"Hey! No abusing my son, Lopez!" Burt's voice echoed from the entrance of the basement causing everyone to spin in his direction,

"Sir, yes sir," I saluted mockingly at him as he smiled, carrying a dining room chair to a spare space in the large room, Carole in tow with a chair of her own. I waited for everyone to settle back down before speaking again, "Right, so now everyone's here, why don't you kick us off Puck?" I smiled inwardly at how I had managed to stall for a little while longer.

"Sure thang, Snix." I grinned as Puck called me my alter-ego, clearly out of habit since it was pretty much what all the boys on base called me, "Well, it's kinda hard to explain what it's like out there because it's a whole load of things at once. A good way to describe it is that it's boring till it's not." I nodded unconsciously in agreement, "Most of the time you're just sat around the base, doing an odd patrol or minor job every so often, but then shit hits the fan and you're trying to stay alive." Puck broke off at that point, breaking the tension he had created by capturing our audiences' full attention.

I coughed out of awkwardness, causing everyone to turn their attention to me, fuck, it felt like I was stood on a freaking soap box, "Puck pretty much summed up what it's like out there but I don't want you to think that it's just a walk in the park. Yeah, you're bored a lot but there's never a chance to turn off. You're always alert and waiting for an ambush that might never happen. It's always fucking scolding heat so you're sweating buckets in the like 5 layers of equipment you're wearing and you're always tired from the lack of sleep you get. The only thing that ever keeps us going is the thought of never coming home and seeing everyone's faces again." I took a breath after my deep and soppy speech, deciding it was best to add a little humour, "Yes, that even means you, Berry," I grinned wryly at her mock offended look,

"Hey, Bitch! You know you missed me the most," She laughed along with everyone else.

"Sure I did, Berry. Whatever helps you sleep at night," I smiled genuinely in her direction. It was kind of a known fact in the group that I didn't actually hate Rachel, I just liked to treat her like shit because it created some normalcy from our younger years, and it's not like Rachel minded, she seemed to encourage it.

"So, did you guys make any friends?" Tina's question sent my mind off into a bunch of joyous memories. I tried to control it, I really did, but I soon found myself cracking up, Puck shortly after as we made eye contact. The group looked on confused and concerned as I tried to form words,

"There's this guy, Stevens , he's pretty much Puck's twin," I choked slightly as I tried to force myself out of my laughing fit, "we're usually called the 'triple threat' by the boys, literally inseparable we are. We were always pulling the stupidest pranks on our seniors," A shit eating grin framed my face.

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"Yo, Stevens! You up for a mission?" Puck's voice boomed over the light chatter in the dining area. The soldiers around us carried on their business without a second glance at Puck and me as we sauntered towards our best friend; this was a usual occurrence when duties were completed.

"Damn straight lads! What's the brief?" Stevens smiled as he fist bumped both me and Puck.

"Well boys, it's a big one today, it's time to fuck with the staff sergeant of this joint," I grinned cheekily and began to rattle off the plan that Puck and I had spent most of the night forming.

The plan was pretty simple, we just had to steal a shit-load of shaving foam from the supply barrack and get to the staff sergeants sleeping quarters without being caught. That was the hard part in broad daylight.

Getting into the supplies was easy, we'd done so many pranks that we knew how to sneak inside without any hitches. Getting out was also easy; we just came out the same way we went in. Simple.

Arms filled with shaving foam cans we slipped between the different barracks out of the way of prying eyes, this mission had to be executed quickly and precisely or shit was going to go down.

After a few close run-ins with some senior officers, we managed to slip into the staff sergeants sleeping quarters, which luckily had no one in it. "Quickly does it boys, don't want to caught in the act now do we?" I hissed as we slipped over to the staff sergeants perfectly made bunk.

"Hell no, Snix, we might get a spanking." Stevens chuckled, his eyes glinting with joy. Puck laughed along as he lifted the bunks sleeping sack open,

"Ok ladies, load it up," He grinned evilly as me and Stevens bumped fists before snapping the caps off of two shaving foam containers and spraying the contents into the bottom of the sack.

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"Oh hell we got into shit for that. One of our most fun pranks to date, we were called legends for weeks," Puck and I laughed as we remembered out punishment, "Punishment wasn't exactly a dream though, no shaving for a month." The girls in the room winced and looked to me in sympathy,

"Hey, it was cool. I was even called 'gorilla legs' by some of the boys, though they soon got a visit from aunt Snix." I sighed happily at the thoughts of the amount of cock strong soldiers I tore down with my words in those short weeks.

The group smiled knowingly at the mention of good ol' Snix. All of them had been in the presence of her and when she was in town you don't want to be on her bad side.

"Where's this 'Stevens' fellow at the moment?" Burt questioned with a smile.

"At home with his family I suppose, we only landed like an hour ago," Puck replied looking a little glum. I knew the feeling, the first place we both wanted to be was here, with friends, instead of near our family. Though I suppose the glee club was our family, I know I loved them like a family that's for sure. I quickly covered for him,

"We'll probably get in touch with him tomorrow or something, I know he wanted to meet all you guys with the amount of times Puck wouldn't shut up about you all," I grinned cheekily.

"Not just me babe, you were just as bad, Britt this and Britt that. All. Fucking. Day." He stressed jokingly, much to everyone's amusement.

"Aw baby, it's nice to know I'm loved," Britt kissed me on the lips lovingly before I could make a retort. I leaned into her almost immediately, my tongue flitting out to push past her lips, she hummed in response, opening her mouth wider.

The back of my head was soon smacked harshly and I whipped around to see a smirking Kurt with his arms folded, "What the fu-" I quickly cut myself off, turning to Burt for his 'Kurt no abusing Santana' speech. It never came; he was too busy fucking laughing, "Wow double standards much?" I huffed angrily as I slumped back.

"San, as much as I love you, you need to learn to keep it in your pants. Kurt was completely right to smack you one," Burt's laughter soon ebbed away to just a small smile.

"Damn straight, I do not want to watch you getting your mack on with Brittany, like ever," Mercedes faked gagging causing another bout of laugher.

"Fuck you Wheezy, it's not like I could ever get the image out of my head of Fish lips sucking your face off," I mockingly fake gagged at her.

"Hey! What did I do?" Sam questioned looking slightly offended by my insult. His answering reply was laughter and a loving kiss from Mercedes.

The laughter died down after a few minutes and we all settled into a comfortable silence, my hand rubbing comfortingly along Brittany's lower back, her breath tickling my neck.

"Did you ever get hurt?" Finn's insensitive question broke the silence, earning another smack from Rachel and an apologetic glance in mine and Puck's direction. My hand froze in place on Britt's back, her comforting breath forgotten on my neck.

Feeling suddenly claustrophobic I unravelled myself for Britt's grasp and leant forwards, resting my elbows on my crossed legs as I stared at my feet, sucking in a deep breath. I looked towards Puck for conformation if he wanted the story to be told.

"San saved my life, I almost died and she saved my life. She could have run away and left me and Stevens for dead like the rest but she came back and saved us. It was a fucking suicide mission." Puck shook his head in disbelieving awe as he stared at me.

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It was a scorching day to be driving around on a patrol but it had to be done. We'd been out for hours and it was safe to say that I was more than relieved to find that we were on the home straight back to base, "Yo Puckster, Stevens, you up for a game of cards tonight? Loser takes cleaning duties?" I sparked the conversation in the M1117, the incessant rumble of the engine staring to drive me fucking crazy,

"Sure am, Snix. We both know Puck is the worst at cards here, he best get his scrubbing gloves ready," Stevens joked cheekily.

"Fuck you both, I'm going to be on form tonight, I feels it in my guts," He patted his belly lovingly,

"Nah Puck, that's just that stale food pack you ate earlier, I told you not to." I scolded whilst wagging my finger at him.

It was as he opened his mouth to retort that a large bang was heard and the next thing I knew, we were flying. Spinning and twisting through the air as if we were weightless, until the roof of our vehicle connected with the sandy ground, instantly killing our solider manning the turret.

My head throbbed as I tried to regain my sight and take in my surroundings, instantly evaluating the area and danger, my training kicking into action. A radio crackled to life, "Ambush, we're under attack, heavily outnumbered from all directions. All soldiers fall back to behind the rocks. I repeat, fall back to behind the rocks."

I vaguely stored the order into the back of my brain as my vision cleared. The first thing I did was check through the slot at the drivers, both of which looked seemingly dead on impact. I checked their pulses for good measure as I listened to the gunshots quickly making their way down to our vehicle, some nearby stray bullets ricocheting off of the ground.

Declaring the drivers dead I quickly leaned back into out section and scanned our seated area, feeling my heart plummet as I saw both Stevens and Puck unconscious in their seats. Feeling myself begin to panic I closed my eyes and took a deep breath, willing myself to stay calm as I tried to figure out a plan. It's not like my fucking team were going to help, they were all retreating, what happened to never leave a man behind?

The first bullet that hit the vehicles armour sprang me back into action; I quickly checked Stevens and Puck's pulses, finding them there but very faint. I slapped Stevens' face hard once or twice to try and bring him back around, luckily enticing a small groan from his bleeding lips, "Stay with me Stevens, I swear to God if you fucking die on me I'll fucking kill you." That brought a small smile to his face; he squeezed my leg weakly in return.

I unstrapped him from his seat and turned to Puck, slapping him desperately across the face. He didn't wake, "Fuck sake, Puck! Quinn will fucking murder me if you die, why do you have to be so fucking awkward?" I muttered as I unstrapped him from his seat, gently holding him upright as I grabbed the radio from the side of the M1117,

"Right boys, since you've fucked off behind the rocks you better keep eyes on my vehicle and fucking cover me," I slammed the radio back in place as I lifted Puck's gun from his body and onto the floor, "Stevens, I'll be gone for 2 minutes and you better stay exactly where you are, and you better fucking stay awake as well or I'll go fucking Lima Heights on you," I slapped him again for good measure and was glad to hear him grunt in response. The radio sprang back to life,

"Roger that, Snix. We have you covered, make it fast." Fuck you, staff sergeant, just because you're still sore about your fucking prank.

I readied my gun as I opened the side door awkwardly, we had rolled onto our side from the landing and it was pretty much a suicide mission once I stuck my head into the air from this position. A simple plan formed into my head, and before conscious thought struck me, I had the dead drivers helmet lifted on the top of my gun and poking out through the open door.

Satisfied that a bullet hadn't blown the helmet off of my gun, I threw it onto the side of the vehicle and quickly hoisted myself onto the top. This being the most open position of this fucking ambush I had to move quickly, I leant my body through the entrance and gripped Puck by the armour at his shoulders, using all my strength to pull him up onto the side of the M1117 with me. I'm pretty sure the added adrenalin helped me in the strength department.

I slipped stealthily onto the ground below, grateful for the new-found cover. I quickly pulled Puck's lifeless body down with me, and with some effort, laid him clumsily on the ground. My gun could stay the fuck up there for all I cared.

Cursing in Spanish to keep my panic levels under control, I struggled to lift Puck onto my shoulders into a silly looking fireman's lift. Hoping on all hopes that I had some cover fire, I raced into the open, adrenaline pumping doubled time as I sprinted towards my squad at the rocks. The sergeant's ugly voice from my basic training ringing in my ears, 'come on you fucking fanny licker, aren't lesbians supposed to be butch? My grandma could run better than you. You're a waste of space Lopez; if you're last over that fucking finish line I'll break your fucking legs!'

His voice was like a mantra in my head, pushing me past my limits and making in to safety with Puck, I looking like fucking Usain Bolt. "Lopez! Glad you could join us, medics over here now! We have a man down! Good job girl," I felt a hard slap on my back from the corporal as I dropped Puck clumsily to the ground, the medics soon showering around him talking in quick voices.

I span around and pushed the corporal in anger, my eyes ablaze, "No, not fucking good job, sir! Give me some fucking cover fire again or I'll shoot you in the head myself," Yes, now you know where I get my nickname Snix from.

I shouldered past the corporal who looked mildly taken aback before he called out my orders to the rest of the squad. I took a deep, calming breath before sprinting back out into the open, blood roaring in my ears the only thing I could hear as bullets whistled past me.

I made it back to the M1117 in record time, quickly climbing back up onto the side and gripping Stevens' armour straps, relieved when I heard him squeak groggily in surprise. I had us both back down onto the ground in lightning speed and speedily draped him over my shoulder into an even more awkward fireman's lift, Stevens being taller and heavier than Puck. "Fuck you for doing the to me Stevens," I clenched my teeth as sweat dripped down the sides of my face, pushing hard off of the ground as I restarted my old sergeants mantra.

"Fucking hell, Lopez. Excellent work, though we're not out of the woods yet, we still have a large number of hostiles outnumbering us, we're getting ready to call in an airstrike this second," Hands shook my helmet as I dropped Stevens to the ground before my knees buckled helplessly under me in exhaustion. I didn't even have the energy to decipher who it was that was praising me. Medics crowded around Stevens as they tried to lift him onto a stretcher, tending to his wounds as quickly as possible.

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"… You know Lopez, that's the first time I've ever heard that from your point of view. I only found out about your fucking crazy plan from corporal Rogers when I woke up in the infirmary." Puck, along with the rest of the group was looking at me with stunned, awe-filled eyes.

I looked to the bed sheets awkwardly, playing with my fingers as I tried to find the right words to say, "Puck, you're my man, I'd never leave you behind." I shrugged as if it was nothing, which it pretty much was; I know he would have done the same for me as I did for him.

The next thing I knew, I had been enveloped into an extremely tight bear hug by non-other than Quinn Fabray, her tears running softly into the shoulder of my uniform, "Thank you so much, Santana. I fucking love you, you know?" She squeezed me tighter for a second before pulling away and placing her hands against both of my cheeks, her tear filled eyes looking deeply into mine. Then she did something that took me completely by surprise, she kissed me. Full on the lips. Kissed me. She seemed to will all her gratitude into those few seconds of lip-lock, and once she pulled away I smiled slightly, understanding that the reason she had kissed me was because she couldn't find any words to express herself. She smiled back at me before planting a hard kiss to my forehead then pulling back to make her way over to Puck, who was looking at me with grateful, watery eyes.


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