***Hope everyone is enjoying the story. Let's find out what happens when Britt enters the ring.
Brittany's doing some training of her own for the fight and the first order of business is cardio. She runs down to the local park and heads out onto the track. At around her third mile she hears a familiar voice.
"Ok Dom now step forward with your left foot a bit as you wind your right arm back to throw." He does just that and the ball rockets across the distance and smacks into Santana's glove. "Perfect!"
For a 4 year old that kid can surely throw. Santana runs over and ruffles his hair. They both sit down and drink some water. Santana gets an evil look in her eyes and squirts the bottle at her little brother.
He shrieks in surprise. "Tana!"
They both start to playfully wrestle and laugh until San wins by pulling a low blow and tickling the young boy.
Brittany has never seen anything so cute in her life. She wonders how this vicious fighter can be so nurturing to a child. The blonde almost feels bad for signing up for the fight, surely Santana has something she's fighting for. Brittany's just doing it to prove a point.
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"I can't believe I broke my hand on that bitches face." Quinn yells.
She won the fight but her hand paid the price and now she's out of work for a month. Good thing she's won all of her fights for the past 3 months so she has a good stash saved up.
"She was pretty stocky I think her face broke you're hand."
The girls run around Mo's Gym working on their stamina. The sweat glistens off their barely covered bodies and tensing muscles.
They both have book bags with dumbbells in them draped over their backs as they run. Mo says that's how they did it in Russia in his day. Santana decides not to comment on the fact that he moved here when he was 12. But knowing where he came from he probably did do this and then some.
The girls finish their last lap and gladly throw the weighted bags on the ground. Santana takes a towel and wipes the sweat from her abs and forehead while breathing heavily. Both girls take a swig of water before picking up jump ropes.
Through labored breathing the best friends talk to one another.
"Do you know who you're fighting yet S?" Quinn huffs out in between breaths.
"No for some reason it hasn't been announced yet, all I know is I have a fight to get ready for."
They finish up and opt for an ice bath to shock their ripped and tired muscles into becoming numb. Although they both think of another option too.
As if reading her mind, Quinn pulls out a little baggie filled with coke and sprinkles some on each of their fists. Santana loves the numb feeling it gives her mouth. It's like the warm blank feeling your lips get before you're about to be extremely drunk. Quinn loves the energy. She's a naturally energetic person but she loves doing coke and focusing on something and doing it to the best of her ability. Why do you think her grades are so good?
"Q-Quinn?"
She looks over startled. She knows that tone.
"What's up Tana?"
Quinn's allowed to call her that as an honorary family member. She doesn't let her mom though. Her mom is a bitch.
"Do you…Do you think I'm giving Dommie everything he needs?" She looks down. "Like is he gonna be ok?"
Quinn reaches over and touches Santana's arm with her good hand.
"He has everything he could ever want San." She waves her hands around displaying the locker room. "Look what you sacrifice to give him just that. You're amazing Tana."
Santana nods her head and mumbles. "I can't give him a living father. I can't give him a mother who doesn't drink herself stupid and fuck everything willing and can't even keep a job." She grits her teeth getting angry.
"You give him all that and more. You're his everything San. I wish I had a sister like you."
Quinn thinks about her parents who left her to do god knows what. They should have taken Mrs. Lopez with them and they all could drink themselves to death, she thinks. Although what her, San, and Puck are doing isn't really classy so she has no right to berate them.
San notices her sullen expression and splashes some cold water out of the bath at Q. She stands up to get dressed and holds her hand out for her best friend. They are used to being naked in front of each other it's just normal. Even when San came out to Quinn she just shrugged and carried on like normal.
"Now please try to control your leering Fabgay I know I have the ass of a God."
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Britt's dad yells at her to pick up her feet as she's shuffling through tires laid out in the backyard. She made the mistake of telling him about the fight and he went all General Pierce on her.
"Doing great baby. Now give me 30!"
If Brittany didn't know his ego was hurt by shuffling around on crutches she would have told him to fuck off but instead she obliges and does 30 push ups like a seasoned army brat.
She has a quiet strength though. She's more like her mother in that respect. They're calm and calculating and even when they do strike it's in such a way that you don't even realize you've been hit with a dose of pure realness.
Britt sits beside her father on the bench and he puts his arm around her sweaty shoulder.
"So tell me about this girl Britt? Is she bothering my baby? Is she cute? You like her huh?" He pries
Brittany scoffs. "No she just gets under my skin. And she thinks I'm just this stupid little blonde but she'll find out on Saturday that I'm quite the opposite. I'm a unicorn I'm not a stereotype. But yes she is hot."
Her father smiles proudly at his daughter. He thought being away for so many tours and moving around so much from base to base would have affected her but she's a strong, kind, and beautiful woman. Jake couldn't be more proud.
His face becomes pale all of a sudden and Brittany knows he's thinking of the bloody desert and his lost friends. He squeezes harder before he speaks.
"Ya know. As I was laying there covering Blake I thought I was going to die." He tries to steady his breathing. "I thought I'd never see my family again. I'm so glad I made it Britty."
Brittany hugs her Dad tight glad he made it too. But her tears have a mixed purpose. Half of her tears are because she, too, will be stomping the bloody desert sand if the war's not over by the time she's 18. She says a silent prayer for everyone to stop fighting. Coincidentally she remembers her match coming up and heads off to run more laps.
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A roaring sound rips through the parking lot of McKinley High early Monday morning. It catches Santana and Quinn's attention as they get out of Puck's rusty brown truck.
An electric blue dirt bike parks several spaces away from the three. The rider is wearing a tight red leather jacket and black skinny jeans. The engine cuts off and the rider swings their leg over the bike and dusts themselves off.
The next thing to be done is to remove the helmet. The rider unclips the chin strap and pulls the head gear off. Blonde hair begins cascading down like a golden silk curtain. Santana's jaw drops when she realizes who it is. Brittany.
Brittany in all her sexy biker girl glory is making Santana drool. She hates the girl at the moment but she can't deny the fact she wants to fuck her senseless at the same time.
Quinn nudges her when she notices Santana staring. "Creeeep."
San pushes her away. "Go suck Puckerman's dick."
"Gross."
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Santana walks around the halls aimlessly after going to the bathroom and snorting some heroin Puck got off a guy at the Underground. She feels so good she's not paying attention and all of a sudden she's knocked to the ground.
"Mmph. Fuck." She rubs her head and looks up to see Brittany. It seems this girl is fucking following her.
Brittany gives her the meanest look she can muster. She's still mad at her for yelling at her at the match. The blonde tries to be mean. She really does.
"You should watch where you're going! I could've been an innocent squirrel and you would've killed me." She shakes her head. What the fuck Britt did you really just say that? She thinks to herself. "Well yeah, watch out!"
She kicks one of San's books before storming back to class.
Santana sits on the ground laughing. Fucking squirrels, really?
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Another damn history class. Another hour of Santana drilling holes in the back of a certain blonde's head.
Quinn sits down and flicks San's nose playfully. "So did you get your opponent card yet?"
Brittany's listening to everything.
San pulls out the paper from her bag and hands it over to Q.
She snickers. "The Unicorn? That's fucking awesome. 5"8', 130 pounds. She's gonna be a tough one. I wish I could see her face though. She must be really ugly if they just showed her body." She chuckles.
Brittany just smiles because if they knew the real reason the pic didn't have a face they would shit themselves.
"I got this. Too bad you're hands broken I like to see you get punched in the face."
Quinn just shakes her head and pulls out the bag of dope Puck gave her this morning. She nudges Santana to cover her.
She skillfully pours out a bump on the side of her fist near her thumb. She bends down and bit and Santana starts coughing to hide the sound of her best friend snorting the drugs in the back of the class.
The Latina switches seats with Q to be in the corner and they repeat the same action. Then Santana pulls out a flask of tequila she stole from her mom and takes a swig before passing it to her counterpart. As the girls pass it back and forth they get more fucked up as they learn about the Ming Dynasty or some shit. On a clumsy hand off to Santana the flask is dropped and clatters against the floor.
"Shit" Santana grumbles, which she thought was quietly.
"Language Santana!" Mr. Glazer yells.
Brittany scoffs and mumbles under her breath. "They're doing much worse than cursing."
Santana kicks her chair hard as a warning the tell her to shut the fuck up. Thankfully the bell rings but before Santana can leave Brittany turns around to speak.
"Good luck with your fight." She says and walks away.
Santana tries to stand as steady as possible with the amount of drugs and alcohol in her system. Her and Quinn walk back to their lockers and none other than glee dork Rachel Berry approaches them.
"I know you don't know me and we may have never initially introduced ourselves but I'm Rachel Berry." She sticks her hand out which is left hanging in the air when neither Santana or Quinn take it.
Santana leans over and stage whispers to Quinn. "Dwarf Germs."
Rachel rubs her hand on her plaid skirt awkwardly before speaking again.
"I came over to inquire about the bruises on your face. Are you having trouble at home?"
Santana and Q look at each other and burst into laughter. The alcohol isn't helping with their obnoxiousness.
"Tell…Tell her where I really got this bruise Q." She laughs out.
"She was in jail over the weekend and some bitch tried to steal her toast." Quinn crooks her thumb towards her friend who's trying to control her laughter. "San wasn't havin' that. So she beat the shit out of her. The bruise is from the guards."
Rachel's eyes go wide and pop out of her head. "Oh my…"
Santana jerks forward like she's going to hit her and Rachel takes in a sharp intake of breath before jetting down the hall leaving the two behind holding their stomachs from laughing so much.
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Saturday night. Fight night. Santana sits in the laundry room of the underground's basement on a stool while Puck wraps her hands. Quinn's in there with her tonight since she's not fighting.
"I don't even know why I'm doing this one it's only 800 bucks."
Her blonde friend looks at her like she's crazy. "You know it's not just 800 bucks. It's a new bike for Dom and a roof over his head. We know your Mom doesn't pay for shit. Hell I pay more rent than she does."
Alex Lopez kneels down to the ground with a screwdriver to take the training wheels off his little girl's bike.
"Papi I don't think I'm ready for two wheels. I'm scared" Santana cowers behind his leg.
He brings her around front and holds her by the shoulder while looking her straight in the eye.
"Mija there is nothing to be afraid of. I'll be right next to you in case you fall." He taps her on the head. "You're a Lopez baby girl. You can do anything."
Santana nods and hops onto the bike. Her first couple tries were wobbly but her Papa was there to catch her every time. By the time she gets it enough to ride for a whole block, Alex is running right besides her laughing. She loses her balance and falls but he's there just like he promised.
"I'll always be here when you fall mija."
Santana takes her prized possession, a picture of her father holding her one year old brother, out of her bag and kisses it. She then places it in a cut out she made for it in her shoe.
She runs out first getting announced and the crowd is extra crazy and eager to meet this new comer.
"And in the Blue corner we have a newbie. Brittany "The Unicorn" Pierce!"
Brittany is barefoot with white yoga capri pants on and a powder blue sports bra. Santana is the complete opposite with her normal attire of short spandex shorts, a red sports bra, and her white high top wrestling shoes.
Santana is livid.
Puck and Quinn share confused looks in the crowd. This is gonna be good.
The bell rings and they shake hands.
"I'm not gonna fight you." San says.
"What? Don't think I can beat you." She eggs her on.
Brittany swings first and Santana works on avoiding her punches. She doesn't know how this is going to end but she doesn't want to beat up a helpless Brittany. Little does she know the blonde is far from helpless.
Brittany glides around the ring with the grace of a ballerina and Santana catches herself wondering how she got her abs so ripped.
Distracted, Santana doesn't realize Brittany is throwing a punch and clips her right in the chin. She still doesn't strike back.
"Just gonna give up that easy Diabla?"
Quinn watches the way Santana is acting. The only other time she refused to fight like this was the first time they were paired against each other. Then it hits her, San likes Brittany because in all reality the normal Santana wouldn't care about kicking this girl's ass.
Brittany swoops in and lands a blow to her stomach and then follows it with an uppercut.
"Urrrghhh." Santana growls.
She's had enough of this shit. That last hit sparks the anger within her and she blocks out whom she's fighting and just fights like she does when her and Quinn are in the ring. She shouldn't even care about this girl or how this seemingly innocent chick is kicking her ass.
The brunette throws a jab that lands on Brittany's nose and causes blood to flow instantly. The thing is, Santana actually feels bad about it.
While she's distracted Brittany kicks her hard in the ribs and causes Santana to double over and catch her breath.
The blonde takes her time wiping the blood pooling on her upper lip off her face and onto her pants. She looks up at Santana in fighting stance again and smiles.
"Surprised?"
Santana goes to perform a spinning kick but the taller girl catches her leg and brings her to the ground.
"Holy shit." Puck mumbles from the sidelines.
Brittany is now straddling San and the latter has nowhere to go.
"Fuck." Santana says gritting her teeth.
"I've been trained in Judo since I could walk."
Santana breaks an arm free and elbows Brittany in the face.
Britt grimaces for a second before smiling and spitting blood out of her mouth off and off to the side.
"And my Dad is a General in the Army. Don't think of me as weak."
Brittany slams her knee into San's side a few times before rolling to the side and trapping the Latina's right arm in between her legs and bending it back effectively trapping her in an arm bar.
"Urghh fuck you!"
San doesn't want to give up but she feels her arm about to snap and that will cost her more than this fight. She taps out and when the ref calls it and Brittany loosens her grip and she shoves her off of her.
"The Unicorn everybody!"
Santana storms back into the makeshift locker room cradling her arm and her hurt pride. No matter how hard she tried she just couldn't go crazy on Brittany like she normally would. For some reason she cared and it's pissing her off more than anything right now. But she also wonders if she really could have beat her if she tried her hardest. Brittany was good, great even.
She takes a washcloth and wipes the blood off her face. She looks in the mirror and her ribs are deep purple on both sides and she has a nasty cut on her left eyebrow that needs stitches but she'll just butterfly bandage them herself. Obviously Brittany had no qualms about hitting her, she thinks. She had something to prove.
Quinn walks in and hands her an ice pack for her arm.
"You could've beaten her." Quinn says knowing exactly why she didn't go her hardest. But also wondering if she could have beaten her even if she did.
"Well, I didn't." She snaps.
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Santana waits outside the entrance of the Underground for Brittany to come out. Once she sees her she flips the fuck out.
"I needed that money! This isn't a fuckin' game to me. My brother needs to eat!" She flails her arms about. "Was it worth your pride Brittany! Do you feel big now?"
Brittany seethes and throws the wad of cash at her feet.
"It wasn't about the money for me."
Santana slides down the wall and sits bewildered. What is it about this girl that pisses her off and intrigues her at the same time?
Brittany is thinking the same thing as she walks away. She just wanted to be seen as an equal and not some dumb blonde. What she doesn't know is that San already thought so much of her. She reminds Santana of her dad and it pisses her off and makes her happy at the same time.
Feeling her emotions bubble up she pops a Percocet and waits for the numbness to take over.
Quinn comes over and hands her a bottle of water to swallow the pill. She pats her on the back and the two make there way home from the most confusing night they've ever witnessed.
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