March 12th 2012 (Same day: Dinner)
"Lopez, can you pass me that water?" Of course I heard Brittany ask me for the canteen we were sharing like we always do for dinner, but I couldn't move. I was too busy concentrating on the way her hand has been slowly creeping up my thigh, under the table, and out of sight from everyone else, for the past half hour. I've barely been able to eat. Every time I move, she moves her fingers up my leg slightly.
"Uh…Lopez. Hello? The water?" She nods her head towards the canteen on the other side of me. "Huh? Oh...water, right. Here." I hand her the water and when our hands meet, I look into her eyes and notice the devilish little smirk she's giving me with hooded eyes.
"Uh…I, um…" I lose my train of thought and tear my eyes away, shaking my head, only to look at my hardly eaten meal. I hear her giggle at me but I refused to meet her eyes again. Realizing I wasn't going to look at her this time, she leaned in close to me, her lips grazing the shell of my ear when she spoke, "You know doctor, if I were you, I wouldn't want to draw any unwanted attention to myself. People might start asking questions." She practically moaned, making me shudder when her tongue darted out and swiped it against my ear.
"If I keep this up, with what your reactions are telling me, I'll have you panting my name before we finish dinn-" "I gotta go!" I practically yelled, standing up far too quickly, only to lose my balance and almost fall into Brittany's lap. Everyone sitting at our table now had their eyes on me.
'This is the unwanted attention Brittany warned me about. It's like she knew I'd make a fool of myself. How the hell did she know? I have to come up with a good excuse and fast-'
"I…uh…I have this…this I have this thing I have to work on for the new medical tent and I just remembered it. I'll see you guys later." And with that, I went back to my tent to take a cold shower.
I was sitting on my bed reading, trying to forget about the events that happened at dinner, when the tent flaps opened and in walked Brittany with a satisfied smirk across her face. I scoffed at her, rolled my eyes, and focused my attention back on my studies. I didn't acknowledge her any more than when she first walked in. After just standing and staring at me with her arms crossed over her chest for about five minutes, I finally gave in.
"What?" I asked, a little harsher than I originally intended to but she didn't seem to notice. She snorted, shaking her head and speaking with a smirk, "Oh nothing, I just find it interesting how you practically ran out of the wreck hall because you remembered this very important thing you had to work on for the new medical tent. I didn't realize that 'thing' was sitting on your bed reading a book about bullet removal." Her smirk never faltering while she walked across the tent and up to the side of my bed. I'd had enough.
"You know what Britt," I stood, getting in her face, "ever since this morning when I caught you staring at me changing, you've done nothing but tease me and make fun of me." With this, her smirk fell. "To tell you the truth, I'm kind of sick of it. Look I don't mind it if you do it at appropriate times. But I was so distracted that I couldn't even eat dinner." I said this and flopped down onto my bed. Brittany looked down at her feet. She was embarrassed and I knew I made her upset.
'Shit…'
"Britt I-" "No you're right, I took it too far. I've been teasing you all day and you've dealt with it. I felt bad that you didn't get to eat, so I grabbed some muffins for you. I'm sorry San, the last thing I wanted was for you to get mad at me. I was only trying to have some fun. To be honest, you look really cute when you get flustered." She said all this, not looking up while sitting on her bed as she pulled out two chocolate chip muffins from her satchel, making my angry expression soften.
It was quiet, the only sound coming from our breathing. It stayed like that for a while, neither of us talking, not wanting to break the silence. Looking at the way Brittany was sitting in front of me with her head down, holding the muffins, made my heart ache a little and gave me a sudden surge of confidence.
I straightened my back, stood up, and stepped forward to stand in front of her. I waited for her to look up at me with those crystal blue eyes and when she did, I took the muffins from her hands and placed them on my desk that separated our beds.
"What are yo-" "Shh" I silenced her with a finger over her mouth. She gave me a look that was confused, scared, and excited. She knew as well as I did what was going to happen.
I pushed the loose strands of hair out of her face and behind her ear with one hand. With my other hand, I pushed her slowly down by her shoulder so she was lying flat on her back. I crawled on top of her and straddled her toned stomach and hips. I saw her swallow nervously and shudder when our hips connected. At this, I smirked, finding it rather ironic.
"Not so funny when you're the one being teased now is it?" Brittany blushed and just before she could reply, my lips were on hers. She tensed and I immediately thought I had made the wrong decision. I went to pull away but couldn't when she put her hand on the back of my neck, pulling me deeper into the kiss. We both relaxed into each other's touch, our lips finding a steady rhythm against the others.
At first we were both hesitant, neither of us knowing what we should or shouldn't do. I started to slowly rock my hips against hers in time with our kissing, earning me a moan deep from her throat. She let go of my neck and both of her hands started to travel up and down my sides. Damn, it felt so good having her under me. I moved my left hand down her body and pulled her tank top free from her uniform pants. I slid my hand under her tank top and rested it on her side. 'Her skin is ridiculously soft for someone who's been in the military as long as she has…I love it.' I thought.
Our kissing became a little more frantic. When she bit my lip and sucked it into her mouth, I hissed and bucked my hips into hers while squeezing her side, which she giggled at from being so ticklish. I rolled my eyes and smiled into the kiss, squeezing her side again to earn another adorable laugh. I broke our kiss and traveled my swollen lips down her face and across her neck, giving us some time to catch our breath. Stopping on her pulse point, I nipped and sucked at her kin, ultimately turning her giggles into moans of pleasure.
I smirked, satisfied with myself that I was able to make Brittany create those sounds. She tangled her long fingers through my hair, pulling me closer into her neck. Just as I was about to start moving further down her body, a gun shot went off in the distance…
I rolled off of her quickly when her eyes shot open. "What the fuck was that?" I asked as calmly as I could, knowing she was just as scared as I was. Again, another gun shot was heard, this time closer. Running was heard passing our tent along with shouts from the other soldiers in the camp. "I don't know, but I doubt it was just a training exercise." Brittany looked at me with fear filled eyes.
With General Sylvester in charge of the camp, it wasn't unusual for her to perform very realistic training scenarios with the soldiers. Sylvester always wanted to make sure her soldiers were always on their toes and ready for action. "This isn't some Saturday morning show where the bad guys take pity on you just because you're unprepared or whimpering on the floor in front of them, they will kill you if they get the chance. Don't give them that chance." She'd say this before every training run, always with a small sense of sympathy in her voice. The only difference between this time and those times was that Brittany wasn't told of any training that was supposed to happen sergeants were told the day before and expected to report to all soldiers that there would be a training scenario the next day. Brittany wasn't told. Something was wrong.
Brittany got up slowly from the bed, listening to the commotion coming from outside. She made her way over to her small table and pulled two pistols from the drawer. From outside the tent we could only make out a few words as soldiers ran past. 'Shot', 'track them', 'the river', 'five.' Turning towards me where I was still sitting, she leaned over and handed me one of the pistols. I hesitantly lifted my hand, shaking while I grabbed the butt of the gun.
"It's already loaded. All you have to do is pull the trigger. I have to go find out what's going on. Stay out of sight and whatever you do, don't come looking for me." This was the most serious I've ever seen Brittany since I first met her. This side of her scared me. "Britt, no, I'm not going to let you go out there by yourself let me-" "Santana stop!" She looked at me angrily before softening a little. "You're not coming with me. You need to stay here, safe, and out of harm's way. You're the best doctor we have here and the last thing we need is for you to get hurt. The last thing I need is for you to get hurt…or worse." With that she looked away from me and towards the floor.
Another gun shot was heard, thankfully farther away but still too close. "I have to go now. Please stay safe. Remember, point and shoot. I will find you." She walked over to me, kissed me like it was her last time (which worried me even more) and by the time I opened my eyes, she was gone.
I didn't know what to do, so I did the one thing that seemed logical; hide. I got up pulled the rest of my combat gear on. (Being a doctor, I have multiple uniforms. I train the same as the other soldiers to stay in shape, so there's my 'work-out' uniform, my combat uniform, my lab coat and medical uniform, and my relaxing uniform.) I pushed my bed against the side of the tent making a blockade between me and the front flaps of the tent, leaving enough space behind me to slip out of the tent by the pole holding up the cloth if I needed to make a quick exit.
I sat there, crouched in the corner of the tent, slowing my breathing down so I could hear what was going on outside. My thoughts immediately drifted to Brittany, hoping she was alright. I was pulled from my thoughts when I heard footsteps coming towards my tent quickly. I ducked down so I wouldn't be visible behind my bed. They stopped right outside my tent for a moment before the flaps flew open. I put my finger on the trigger, ready to kill any bastard that wanted to try anything.
"Santana? Are you in here?" My head shot up from behind the bed at the familiar voice. "Puck? What the fuck…what are you doing? What's going on? Is Britt alright?" I had so many questions that I wanted answers to and I wanted them now. I jumped out of my crouching position and crawled over the bed so I was standing in front of him. To say I was shocked when he pulled me into a tight hug would be an understatement.
Within the first week I arrived at camp, Puck became one of my closest friends, along with Quinn, and Brittany of course. (We all had an unwritten rule between us that we would always address each other by last name or rank while outside our tents so nobody would question us.) Within the first month, Puck and I had hooked up. I don't regret it but we both agreed it just seemed weird. He was more of a big brother to me than a lover. Although I know he cares about me, he's never shown it physically. So, when he hugged me, I was a little taken back by the action. But, in turn, I hugged him back, thankful for the comfort it brought me.
"Oh my god, I was so worried about you." He hugged me tighter before letting go and holding me away from him by my shoulders to look at me. "You are ok right?" He looked at me, his eyes filled with worry. "Yes, Puck I'm fine. Better now that I have a familiar face standing in front of me." I gave him a sad smile. "Do you know what's going on? Have you heard from Brittany at all? Quinn?" I asked him, my voice quivering.
"Actually that's the reason I came looking for you, besides the fact that I wanted to make sure you were ok. I ran into Brittany when she was on her way down towards the river. Me and Quinn were on patrol together when we were ambushed." He sighed and looked away from me. "Holy shit, what the hell happened?" I wanted to know everything. "Come on. Let's head over to the medical tent. Brittany told me to bring Quinn there and then come find you. She said you were still in your tent."
I slipped the pistol into the back of my pants. Turning, we both ran out of the tent and towards the medical tent where I could see multiple soldiers being brought in by nurses and other soldiers. 'God I hope Brittany isn't one of them.' I gulped nervously and turned my head to see a single tear drop down Puck's cheek. I looked back in front of us as we got closer to the tent to see what made him start to cry. I gasped and stumbled a little noticing who it was. 'Finn…' Finn laid on the ground motionless, three nurses hovering over him. I snapped into action as soon as I was close enough.
"Marley, Kitty, get him inside and on the operating table now!" I yelled pointing towards an unconscious Finn who was losing a lot of blood. "Rachel, you're with me. We need to get him to stop bleeding. Mercedes, find Quinn and do whatever needs to be done until I can help ok? GO, GO, GO!"
I turned to Puck and grabbed his shoulder to get him to look at me. "Don't worry Puck. I'll save the both. I promise." With that I ran off to help Rachel, my head nurse, to get Finn's wounds cleaned and the bleeding to stop.
'It's going to be a long night…'