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Sirens
Chapter 4
"Why would he be back there? She was the reason we were able to throw his ass in jail."
"Yeah, but she was pissed at the time. Remember? Chester was sticking it in some other woman and his girl, Brenda, wanted to get back at him. She was more devastated about the conviction after the trial than he was. She was hysterical."
"Yeah, but why would he go back there?"
Brittany looked into the rearview mirror for the first time since she had pulled Puck's patrol car out of the garage. For a moment, those blue eyes sparkled with some hidden amusement. It didn't remain hidden for long. Brittany shared. "You don't remember Brenda's ass? That girl was definitely way out of his league. I know if I just came out of the big house and I was looking for a piece of ass that didn't belong to some big hairy man, I would definitely hit her up. I might even forgive her for what she did if it meant a few times in the sack."
Santana didn't know how to react. A flash of jealousy lit her dark eyes. Brittany had been checking the woman out four years ago? They had been together then and Britt had not been left sexually wanting. That had never been a problem in their relationship. The spark of jealousy only lasted for that second. Brittany wasn't hers anymore. In fact, she knew almost nothing about Brittany's life for the past few years. She hadn't asked and hadn't wanted to know. To cut Brittany out of life, Santana had cut everyone out of her life. It had been the only way. Occasionally she responded to calls from Quinn, but the short haired blonde hadn't called her in over a year.
Whatever. Not her concern.
The car hit the road hard. The brunette in the back flew up a few inches from the seat. Her hands grasped onto the handles on the top of the door. "Watch it! Fuck, B!"
The name came out without Santana's knowledge. She had been very cautious to avoid calling Brittany anything except her full name. They had about a million nicknames for each other when they had lived together. Bringing up anything from the past felt like it would trigger an explosion. She couldn't tell if Brittany had heard her as the blonde was too busy flicking off another driver. It didn't matter if Brittany had heard her or not because Santana felt the most affected. Shit.
"Pass me the case file." Santana said once she was sure they weren't going to die. Brittany had just flown through two red lights. Brittany didn't even turn around as she passed the stack of papers from Macklin through the small door in the cage that separated them. She took them and quickly flipped through a few random papers. It didn't take much to refresh her memory on Chester and Brenda. They had been quite a pair. Chester had popped up on their radar last time because of his abusive relationship with women. He liked to beat on them, but more importantly he left marks around the neck. During the case, he was found loitering in the park and picked up by a patrolman on suspicious activity. He wouldn't have been flagged, but three days later a body of a young woman, Lynette Stevenson, showed up strangled with her vocal chords cut out – the Midnight Strangler's work. A quick scan of police reports from the park for that week turned up Chester Dietz's name and placed him on the top of the suspects list. Not a good place to be for a anyone in a high profile serial killer case whether one was a piece of shit, like Chester, or not.
She flipped to a page with a picture of Brenda after one of his infamous rages. They had been investigating and interrogating him for a few weeks without much luck. He had given them several alibis and all of them had been broken. He couldn't account for his whereabouts the night of the girl's murder, but besides that, the department wasn't able to pin anything else on the guy. They had gone to Brenda, his girlfriend at the time, for some help and to see if she would flip on him. She didn't. A few days later, she returned looking like shit. Santana remembered seeing her in person that day at the precinct. This picture didn't do the damage justice.
Her face had turned various shades of purple. Brenda had beautiful green eyes, but the swelling in her face had been so bad that she could not see; they had been so swollen. Around her throat, the outlines of big hands were easily visible. Those marks had only been the facial ones; her body had been through a beating. The doctors had been fearful of internal bleeding. It had been bad. Really bad. That had been the day Brenda had turned him in for his drugs and wanted to press charges – assault, abuse, battery, etc. She had said how she didn't want to see his ass for the next forty years. The courts had given him ten, but according to the file he had gained parole on good behavior after four. He had to have the worst timing as his release coincided with the murder of Anne Robinson perfectly.
"You think Brenda's going to talk to us?" Santana asked after a few minutes.
No response. The patrol car radio had been turned all the way up so noise filled the small space they were sharing. Santana knew this was one of Brittany's many avoidance tactics. Fine. If Brittany was done talking, then she could reacquaint herself with Chester. The car took a few more sharp turns before Brittany swung into a space on the street. Papers once again scattered in the backseat. Santana scowled as she looked up barely able to keep her ass on the seat.
"I guess this means we're here." Santana muttered as she scooped the papers back into some order and slid them back through the cage. Unable to help herself, she mumbled under her breath. "No wonder I never let you drive us anywhere."
"What?" Brittany asked as she opened the backseat to let Santana out.
"Nothing. You suck at driving." Santana tugged on the hem of her skirt to pull it straight again. And readjusted her red blouse with that deep cut that seemed to tantalize and tease the eyes by suggesting that something more intimate could be revealed at any moment. Yet it never did. Santana finished fixing herself and looked up in time to catch cerulean eyes lingering on her before Brittany's glance darted off towards the street.
"I'll cuff you to the door next time if you need more support." Brittany responded.
"This isn't the house I remember Brenda living at."
"That's because it's not."
"Where are we?"
"I pulled her name on the way out of the station and it looks like she's living with her mother now. Apparently-" Brittany lit up one of her cigarettes with one smooth motion and took a long drag. She'd quit later. "-she's been on watch with child services and moved in with her mother to take some of the heat off. Wanna guess who the father is?"
Santana waved away some of the smoke coming in her direction. "I betcha she says it's Chester's kid, but if I were Chester, I would get that shit checked on Jerry Springer."
"Nice to see you haven't lost all your intuitive investigator instincts." Brittany shrugged and walked up the steps towards the house. The cigarette dangled lazily from the side of her mouth. Santana almost forgot that Brittany was only a P.I. The way she rapped at the door with authority and at the same time exuding such indifferent nonchalance as if she couldn't be bothered if no one answered the door. Her right arm hung above her head leaning against the doorframe. And if Santana hadn't been watching Brittany the whole time, she would have guessed the woman had cocked her black hat to the side in order to achieve her desired appearance. Her black tie hung loosely around her neck and seemed to have been put on askew and stayed like that swinging haphazardly from side to side. Even though Santana stood behind the P.I. she knew the most arresting quality about Brittany Susan Pierce wasn't her outfit, but those eyes. Those bright blue eyes that seemed to contrast everything and at the same time complimenteverything about her.
No answer at the door, but Brittany wasn't deterred. She shifted her position for a moment to glance through the sheer curtain on the window. Clearly, whatever Brittany had seen meant they wouldn't give up at Brenda's place just yet.
This time she pounded harder on the door followed by a few words. "Open up, Brenda. This is the police; don't make me bust this door in. I don't think you can afford to pay for another one with your current job. What is that now? Working the pole yet or have you resorted to pushing drugs? Which is it? I mean, I don't need you to open the door up. I can just break it in and trust me, I have enough fucking rage right now that I could put a hole through the door and the screen."
"Maybe she isn't here…" Santana said disappointed to see that Brittany seemed to still be out of control. The last time they had worked a case together after Rachel had been killed had been the last time they had been on a case together.
"Oh she's here." Brittany said loud enough to be considered shouting. "Aren't you, Brenda? And we aren't fucking leaving till she comes out! Isn't that exciting, Brenda? I know that you can't wait to open the door so I'm sure we could be polite enough to wait for you to get to it!"
A few of the neighbors started to push aside curtains to see what the commotion was, but they quickly returned to be nosy bodies once they saw the cop car on the street. Santana saw a couple on the street give them dirty looks probably because of Brittany's language, but she wasn't going to correct her ex-lover. If Brittany wanted to be cussing all sorts of profanities in the middle of the street that was her business.
"Come on, let's go. I'm sure we can talk to his parole officer to find out a bit more about what Chester was doing before he skipped."
"Fuck that." Brittany knocked on the door once more. A few flecks of ash hit the cement underneath her.
The door made a rattling noise like a chain drawn across, but it was followed immediately by the sound of a lock being undone from the inside. Brittany smirked. A quarter of a face emerged from a crack in the door. It didn't matter that they could barely see the woman standing behind it; Santana could tell right away that it was Brenda. She remembered her light brown hair and those eyes.
"What do you want?" The voice asked with equal amounts of annoyance, anger, and hesitation. Brenda hadn't expected the cops to come like this to her door. That made Santana feel wary about the woman. What could she be hiding?
"I'm sure you don't remember me…" Brittany started speaking. Her hand leaned hard on the door to push it to the furthest extent of the gold chain. Brenda jerked back from the door at the sudden and aggressive move. It allowed them to finally get a good look at the woman. Santana had to give Brittany some credit; she had been right when she said Brenda had been hot four years ago. The Latina did remember that ass and it was still fine. Unfortunately, it seemed Brenda had seen better days. Her left eye sported a very recent shiner, the kind that hadn't yet turned that yellow-brown because it was so new. Perhaps Chester really had been through here, or more importantly through Brenda.
It took a moment, but Brenda finally nodded her head. "Remember you? Oh I remember you and the one back there. You're the two bitches that convinced me to put away Chester four years ago. I should have never listened to you. And if I recall correctly you are not a cop so I don't have to let you do jack shit. Now get the fuck off my property before I call the real cops."
Brittany shook her head in amusement, unperturbed by Brenda's threats. She took another long drag on her cigarette before responding. "Do you see what I pulled up in?"
Santana moved to the side to let Brenda have a better view of the cruiser complete with shiny lights, red, and blue all over it.
"So you see some things have changed from four years ago." Brittany said smoothly, but her eyes flickered to the brunette standing at the bottom of the stairs. Had Santana not also looked towards Britt at that exact moment, she would have missed it. A hot flash ran up and down her body at that look. Yes, some things had changed. Yet, it seemed some things remained the same – like the way Brittany could make her heart stop in just a glance.
Brittany continued. "But it looks like some things never do change."
Santana's head whipped up to see if Brittany had read her mind, but the blonde was once again only talking to Brenda. They had always had an uncanny ability to know what each other was thinking.
"Where'd ya get that new make-up? Must be some new style I haven't heard about yet. Does it change colors because that's a real pretty purple right now but I imagine that it's going to change a few more times before it finally wears off. What is that? An eye-shadow that stays on for two weeks? I really need to switch since I have to apply mine every day. It's only the regular 24-hour one."
If Brenda had lost her bite after she saw the police car parked in front of her house; she all but shrunk at Brittany's final comments. Santana almost felt sorry for the woman. That had been brutal.
"So, I can kick your door in and break that pathetic piece of string you've got keeping me out. Or we could do the sensible thing and you let us in. We aren't here to cause any problems. We just want to do a routine check to confirm our suspicions that Chester isn't here and then we can be on our way. We won't have to bother you again until that son of yours turns sixteen and winds up in jail." Again, Brittany's words were cutting and vicious. She flicked the butt of her cigarette to the ground right in front of the door and took time to grind it under her boot. She tipped her hat towards the woman inside and leaned back on the door to give it slack. "So why don't you let us in."
Santana could tell that Brenda felt cornered and scared, but it was something about how she looked back into the house that piqued her interest. Her "partner" had put on quite a show. Brenda's look of fear should have been focused at Brittany and the cop car, not the house behind her. Chester had to be somewhere near.
"Fine. Let me get the chain." Brenda turned back to them and shut the door.
"Good girl." Brittany called through the closed door. She looked back at Santana. The brunette nodded. They understood each other. Chester had to be inside. The bruise was too new and her reactions too guarded. Britt's heart pumped harder. It had been a few days since she had a good tussle with anyone. She hoped Chester would give a fight.
But what about Santana?
Her blue eyes wandered down Santana's body for a long second. The woman refused to dress sensibly. Fuck, a paper bag or a burlap sack would have been a better outfit, but no, the brunette insisted on dressing like a high class escort even when she wasn't in a court room. Maybe she thought convicts would be just as easy to seduce as judges, clients, and those Hollywood types she schmoozed with. Puck should have taken Santana with him on the family tour. How could she possibly trust that Santana wouldn't get herself hurt or make them lose the perp?
The rattling of the chain and the door pulled Britt out of those thoughts.
"Come in. Don't make yourselves at home. I want you gone as soon as possible. Do your thing and then get the fuck out. Okay?"
"Not a problem. Thanks again, hun." Britt winked at her as she pushed past. "Mind if I smoke?"
"I do." Brenda responded curtly.
But Brittany either didn't hear or didn't care because she had already lit another one. "You know they help keep the edge off."
Santana followed after taking her time. Even if they hadn't been partners for four years, she recognized Britt's strategy. The blonde would do her best to keep all of Brenda's attention on her. It allowed Santana to root through her house without the woman constantly hovering or tipping off a hiding Chester.
"If you're going to light up, at least give me one." Brenda said with a sigh.
Britt took one more drag on the one in her mouth and puffed a cloud of smoke towards the other woman. Wordlessly she winked with cocky confidence before she handed over her smoke. Brenda hesitated, but took it with shaky hands. Britt lit up another one. "So, Brenda, are you going to tell me where you got that nasty bruise on your face? You know that I could take care of the son of a bitch who did that to you."
Brittany flipped over a few envelopes on a coffee table as she spoke. Brenda fidgeted next to her. A few of the envelopes were addressed to Chester. Yeah, she was doing a great job covering up his presence in her house.
"It's nothing. I get clumsily sometimes and I fell down the stairs one morning. I didn't have my contacts in."
"Of course." Brittany shrugged.
Santana had already pushed aside a few pairs of pants and shirts from the couch that definitely belonged to a man. One of the pockets had Chester's license in a wallet. Oh yes, the fucker was here. She flashed Brittany the I.D. behind Brenda's back. Brittany glanced at it and nodded subtly. He was here now.
"Brenda." Brittany's voice got serious. It lost its patronizing and condescending tone. "I don't understand why you want to help him. Have you seen yourself in the mirror? He's no good for you. You helped us put him away four years ago, don't make a mistake now."
The shifting tone in the air brought a new reaction from the woman. Her eyes darted back and forth between Santana, Brittany, and the room next to the kitchen.
"I ain't falling for your tricks this time. You need to leave now." She spoke in a voice too loud for their conversation. Her words were meant for Chester's ears. "So why don't you finish up and get the fuck out of my house. I listened to you bitches last time and it ended up being a whole lot of trouble for me."
Brittany inched her way slowly around the kitchen table. Brenda had been cooking something on the stove when she had knocked. It sat simmering in a pot. The table had two place mats set. Two sets of silverware, two cups, and two plates – Brenda definitely wasn't planning to eat alone. Brittany could see the wheels turning in the blonde's head as she put together the scene. The woman began to fidget even more. Her eyes once again darted to the room annexed to the kitchen and closed. But Brittany resisted jumping the gun. She had no idea if Chester was here or that was his room. If he was there, he could be waiting to get the jump on her.
"What were you planning on cooking? Smells good." Brittany flicked some of her ashes into the tray on the table. She leaned over the stove to check out the contents of the pot. "Oh mac and cheese. Classic. And there are Lucky Charms on the table. My favorite cereal. If I didn't know any better, I would have said you were cooking for me or at least someone else because this is an awful lot of food for one woman to eat."
Again, Brenda twitched nervously. Brittany flicked the last of her cigarette into the tray and took one step towards the door Brenda seemed so anxious about. The woman practically flinched. Santana scowled from behind towards her partner, but the blonde seemed too occupied too care that she was practically causing Brenda to suffer a nervous breakdown. Last time, they had been able to break her down till she flipped on her boyfriend. Why did this time have to be different?
Santana took a step forward towards the woman. Cautiously, she reached her hand out touched her softly on the shoulder. The lawyer tried her hardest to give her most comforting voice. She spoke in a whisper. "Brenda, we know that Chester's here."
"You can't possibly know that. You should leave now." Brenda, frantic now, whispered back. Her eyes sliding back and forth between San and Britt.
"You don't have to protect him. We can protect you from him. All you need to do is give him up. Please..."
Brittany took one more step towards the door. Her right hand reached behind her back and grasped onto the piece she had been hiding in the back of her pants. It felt good to have control. Chester couldn't possibly be armed. He liked his bare hands too much. This would give her the advantage. One more step.
"Please, Brenda, let us help you. You don't have to live like this. We are only here to make sure he can't do anymore harm. Don't you and your son deserve better?"
Perhaps the mention of her son changed Brenda's whole perspective. She stopped looking towards Brittany and the door. Her focus was completely on the Latina woman. Had this been four years ago, Santana would have been the one itching to throw open the door to Chester while Brittany would have been distracting Brenda with words of kindness. Its funny how life has a way of flip flopping. Brittany took another step towards the door. This time she undid the safety on her gun, but she kept it hidden as not to alarm Brenda. Santana was doing an excellent job keeping the woman calm. Maybe she could get the jump on Chester afterall.
Unfortunately whatever magic Santana had been working on with Brenda snapped when Brittany took that final step to the door. Her head whipped up - fear and anger in her eyes. Santana lunged forward to try and grab her arm. But it was too late.
"Chester! The cops know you're here! Run, baby!"
"Shit!" Brittany yelled and stepped around prepared to kick open the door, but Chester beat her to it. The door flung wide open into Brittany's face. The blonde flew back a few feet and landed against the table. Santana stared for a moment. Chester hadn't changed too much. A real skinny white guy with greasy locks of hair that swung around his face. The only thing that had changed were a few new tattoos probably from his time in prison.
"Don't run, Chester, and it doesn't have to be hard."
"Fuck you, cunts! I ain't going nowhere near you crazy ass bitches!"
Santana took two steps to run after him. The man lifted up the back window in the kitchen and ducked out running as fast as he could down the fire escape. The brunette was only two steps behind him. But she made it no further. A heavy object landed square on her head. Brenda wanted to fight off the two women. She yelled after Chester. "Run, baby! I'll stop them!"
San grasped the back of her head which stung like crazy now.
Something warm and squishy landed on her shoulder. Actually, her whole head felt like something was covering it. Santana looked down. Macaroni noodles were all over her and falling into her low cut top and dropping down from her hair onto her shoulders to the floor. When she turned around to face the source of the mess, more noodles hit the floor. "You fucking threw the macaroni at me? You are so dead now." Santana lunged after Brenda.
In the meantime, Brittany had since recovered from Chester's surprise burst through the door. She scrambled up and didn't bother to hide the fact that she was packing. With the gun in hand, Brittany took one quick glance to see Santana and Brenda going at it. But she didn't have time to worry about her liability handicap. Santana would have to take care of herself. A quick bound through the window and Brittany looked down just in time to see Chester clearing the last rung of the ladder and booking it through the alleyway.
A box of Lucky Charms exploded next to her head. Brittany didn't care. The only place Chester would be by the end of the day was in a holding cell and an interrogation room.
"Step off, bitch!" Santana spoke with authority. One quick glance around the room and she found her way out of the apartment. Lighting quick reflexes and she was brandishing a large kitchen knife. In high school, Santana had always talked about "going all Lima Heights" on people, but those had been rather empty threats.
In the time since those golden days of high school, Santana had actually learned quite a few tricks to deal with unwanted people and advances. The knife twirled effortlessly in her hand and caught the light from the window. Santana's eyes turned stone cold as she flipped the blade between her knuckles in between her fingers before she turned it in the other woman's direction. Brenda froze. "I thought so, bitch. Now sit down afores I cut you."
The knife bounced up and down pointing towards the furthest kitchen seat. Santana growled. "Don't fucking move."
She looked out the window towards where Brittany had taken off after Chester. There was no way she'd be able to chase after them dressed like this. One quick flick of the wrist and the knife slide all the way down her side through the black material of her skirt. With a long slit up, she'd easily be able to run. Brenda scowled as Santana whacked her heels on the side of the table and snapped them off. It wasn't perfect, but she'd be able to run now. Finally she looked back up at the other woman who sat like a pouting child. "You stay the fuck there and you don't move."
Santana slipped out the back kitchen window just like Chester and Brittany. Chester had just reached the end of the alleyway and was scaling the fence. Brittany wasn't that far behind. Santana discarded the knife down over the stairs into the dumpster and began to run/ jump down three steps at a time. By the time she reached the bottom, Brittany had straddled the top of the fence. The blonde looked up to see Santana land. Their eyes met for a moment. The P.I. on the fence with a gun in her right hand and fire in her blue eyes; the lawyer at the end of the alleyway looking on expectantly. Words and another lifetime passed between them in that moment. The scene had taken place a long time ago. It was so familiar; so uncanny that Santana knew in that moment they were both reliving the past.
They both blinked.
"Come on, slow poke!"
"I'm coming!"
"Lord Tubbington could run faster than you right now!"
"Hey we both know LT can't do shit, except eat. Besides, I'm not running so that's your whole problem. I'm walking." Santana cupped her hands around her mouth to project her voice. But whether her girlfriend heard it or not was an entirely different matter. The blonde had been skipping down the street since she first saw their destination. Santana was less optimistic.
"Fine! I can see you're not running, but I haaaaaaave seen you cum faster!" Brittany teased over her shoulder throwing her a wink as she rounded the corner.
Despite Santana's normally apathetic nature towards come-ons and sexual observations, she could feel the heat in her cheeks rise at Britt's quip about their sex life in the middle of a sparsely crowded New York street. At bars, clubs, or anywhere, she always had some guy come up to say something like 'Damn, girl you fine' and so on. But she never cared or paid them any attention. Even the occasional girl would make a pass at her, but when Britt did it… Something inside the brunette always bent or opened or something.
Whatever.
It just made her blush like a little school girl. She tried not to dwell on it too much. If that was what love felt like, she was in it. Deep.
Santana did pick up the speed of her walk as much as her cork wedges allowed her. "Hey!"
Finally, she rounded the corner as well and came face to face with the monstrosity that had Brittany practically flying on rainbows and unicorns. It was an old building that looked like it had been abandoned during the Industrial Revolution. And if Santana remembered correctly, that had taken place during Europe or something a long time ago when everyone was poor. Needless to say, Santana Lopez couldn't have been less thrilled about Britt's choice of venue browsing today. But she kept it to herself. Or at least she thought she did.
"You don't like it." Britt said. Her eyes had left the dilapidated crumbling bricks and the rust covered gates of the old warehouse. Her girlfriend, Santana, was a lot of things. Subtle was not one of them.
"No, its fine, B. I mean…" Santana tried hard to smile, but it looked like a grimace. "It has like…a sort of charm."
Brittany couldn't help but to beam at Santana's words. Not because she believed a word her girlfriend was saying - that had been a load of bullshit. She smiled because she knew no matter how much Santana hated the building; she would still try to like it for Britt. "I know it needs a bit of work."
"A bit of work? Britt Britt, I love you, but I don't think that even all the Amish could reconstruct this building."
"It'll be fun. Besides it won't take that much time, especially if we could get a few hands to help. Rachel's doing nothing besides her singing stuff, Kurt's living with Mercedes not that far away and you know Q will come into the city on weekends to help if we ask her."
"But still a lot of work, B."
"I think you mean a lot of fun." Brittany leaned forward and placed a small kiss on her girlfriend's lips. "Let's check it out."
Sure, the kiss had placated her doubts for a half-second. But then Brittany began to climb over the fence that had been chained shut to keep people out. "Britt! What are you doing? We can check it out tomorrow when the realtor comes with the key. Keyword, Britt, is key! Come down here!"
The tall, former cheerleader had already effortlessly scaled the corroded gate. She straddled the rusty thing for a moment. Her brilliant smile contrasted the dim setting behind her. Their eyes locked for that single moment – Brittany above and Santana below. In that one moment, they both knew no matter what Santana said to protest, she would follow the blonde bouncing ball of energy, who she called her girlfriend, anywhere. Just like that, they blinked and the connection broke. Brittany landed softly on her feet on the other side of the fencing. From behind the bars, Brittany teased. "I thought you were all badass Lima Heights Adjacent, but since we've come to the real big city I've only seen play-it-safe-Lopez."
"Oh you'll see me all Lima Heights in a second and you're going to regret it pushing-me-to-do-reckless-things-Miss-Pierce!"
"You've got me shaking in anticipation over here, baby." Brittany answered back flirtatiously. "I'm so scared I might even play some hide-and-go-seek."
"Britt!" Santana had just finished climbing the gate and lingered at the top straddling either side. Apparently she had just made it up there only to witness her girlfriend running away. Brittany jimmied open one of the windows next to the big front door. Santana's mouth dropped. What was Brittany thinking? Or better yet, did her blonde girlfriend know how sexy she was being right now? "Shit."
An older couple passed by her on the street and looked up with curiosity. Santana smiled almost bordering sarcasm. "I'm just up here enjoying the view."
The old man holding onto his wife's arm gave her a crooked smile back as if he understood a joke she didn't. "I can't imagine what you could be looking at. That building's been condemned forever. But I can tell you, there's quite a view from where I am looking down here."
His cane waved in the air pointing upwards. Santana made a face. What the fuck was he talkin-
The tanned beauty glanced down at her outfit. She had wanted to wear a cute sundress because it was so hot outside. Straddling the gate like she was, the old geezer probably did enjoy the view. "Gross!"
The old woman chuckled approvingly at her husband's observation. Upon seeing Santana's shocked look, she gave her husband the customary shot in the arm as if to reprimand him. "Dirty old men. Let the poor girl go pursue her nymph. That blonde fairy that just skipped off. I'm sure you can catch up to her. One should always wholeheartedly chase after magic when it appears. But you should keep your eyes to the ground, Barry. He didn't mean any harm, sweetheart. Have a good day now."
What had just happened? These things were supposed to happen to Brittany – not to her. She shook her head before taking the leap from the top of the gate. Her dress snagged at the last minute. The material ripped the bottom of the hem out. Material hung awkwardly from the rip. Great. Another outfit ruined because she couldn't resist following her girlfriend. And her girlfriend couldn't resist exploring everything. It made for the perfect combination. At least it gave her an excuse to go out clothes shopping.
Now clothes shopping with Britt – that was an adventure. They never had to buy anything, but they always had to try out the dressing rooms.
Santana worked her way through the open window and fell onto the floor of the old abandoned building. Thankfully most of the windows were broken so sunlight lit up the area. The old building must have housed a large room for whatever they had produced because the space was large and expansive. There were lines where it looked like large pieces of equipment had been dragged out leaving just nothing.
"Don't you see it?" Brittany's voice echoed all around the room.
Santana smiled softly to herself. Once again, Brittany was reading her thoughts. But where was the feisty blonde. Dark eyes scanned the room. There couldn't be many places to hide here, yet Brittany managed to elude her. Giving up, Santana sighed and answered Britt's question. "See what? See you? Because I don't see you anywhere!"
"No, silly!" A voice giggled in response.
"Well show me what you see! Come out here." Santana took a few steps forward over the dusty and dirty floor towards where she could only guess Brittany was hiding. There were other doors that probably led to a few other rooms. But this was definitely the main one.
"My dance studio. I could have class in here all the time."
"We haven't even looked at all the places yet! You aren't just picking this one because it's the first one you could have an adventure in, is it?" Santana asked, but she began to look around. Perhaps it was Brittany's influence after all these years, but she could see it. Britt dancing, the mirrors on the walls, the stations, other dancers, and maybe Mike teaching another class.
Finally she spotted the source of the Brittany's projected voice. Above her in the corner of the large room was a small intercom. It's amazing that the thing still worked and that Brittany had found it so fast. Maybe this place was meant for her. Now she just had to find the actual source of the noise, her elusive girlfriend. The old woman had been accurate when she called Brittany a nymph. A wire connected to the intercom ran down the wall and into a small hole above one of the doorways. Santana smirked. At least she could still find Brittany.
The girl flung open the door with a triumphant smile on her face ready to be greeted by a cute blonde. Instead the door led into a hallway, but she could still see the wire snaking along the ceiling. The best she could do was to follow it and hope it led to her girlfriend. Only three steps into the hallway and she felt something brush her face. Frightened it was a spiderweb, Santana quickly swatted at it, but her hand came away with soft material. She opened it up.
Brittany's shirt had been dangling from the light.
"What the-? B, why'd ya take your shirt off? Are you playing a game?" Santana called out, but she got no response. A few steps further down the hall and she found Britt's jean shorts casually tossed onto the cement floor. Santana bent over and scooped them up to add to the now growing collection of Brittany's clothing in her arms. "Britt? Are you just running around here naked?"
The little light that penetrated the hallway revealed something not far ahead. It wasn't in the shape of a person, but it had to be Britt's doing. Santana reached her hand out and pulled at Britt's necklace which she had wrapped round the light and dangled down. But when she went to tug it, it caught on something else. Another look at the necklace revealed that it had also been wound around a door knob. At least Brittany was giving her clues through the old factory.
"B, are you in here?" Santana called through the door as she pulled it open. She made it no further as she ran into something else. This time it was Brittany's bra stretched across the doorway at chest length impeding her path. Santana put her hand out to remove what had to be Britt's last piece of clothing besides her panties. Somewhere very close, her girlfriend was probably dancing naked to a routine in her head. Santana couldn't help it. Her mouth curved into a knowing smile at the thought of Britt dancing naked in anticipation of the dance classes she wanted to teach. Her fingers fumbled to find whatever the yellow bra was hooked on.
"Don't unlatch it." Brittany's voice boomed from somewhere inside the room. Santana's fingers jerked, but not away from the strap.
"Why?"
"Because if you unhook that bra, we leave right away and we don't even call the realtor to officially check out this place."
Santana's face scrunched at the proposition. She hadn't exactly been thrilled about this place. So she could live without buying it or renting it or whatever Britt wanted to do.
"That's fine with me!" Santana's fingers went back to work as she looked around the doorframe trying to locate how Brittany had strung her bra across so efficiently.
A light flicked on. Santana held her hand up to cover her eyes until they readjusted to the light. She could see a desk in the darkness, a chair, a few filing cabinets. At one point this room had been used as an office. But what it held now was much more in important. Caught in the spot light, Santana saw legs. Legs that started at yellow wedges that made Brittany's already muscular calves strikingly defined against the stark office. Those legs were only the beginning and they seemed to go on forever.
Oh wait. They had a destination. Santana felt her heart rapidly beating as she caught a glimpse of her lover's thong. Brittany had made a point to pose for her girlfriend. The blonde bent over the desk naked expect for the tiny strips of material barely covering her. So they were playing that game. Her ass swung enticingly from the side of the desk as she had cocked one arm on the surface of the desk to hold her head up. Her blue eyes sparkled playfully. Clearly Brittany knew exactly what she was doing. Her pearly white teeth caught hold of her bottom lip and held it for what seemed like forever before it dragged tantalizingly slow away. Afterwards she wet both her upper and lower lips with her pink tongue.
Fuck.
Now Santana fumbled at the door trying to get into the room, but again Brittany stopped her. Not physically, but with a sing-song voice purposefully teasing. "Baby, I just said if you remove that bra we have to go home because you'll have collected all my clothes. So we're going to play it a little differently."
Brittany made a show as she slowly arched her back down so her ass stuck up till she finally pushed herself off the desk. Her hands ran over through her hair. Down they travelled across her neck along her collarbone. They dipped down to her tits and she winked, biting her bottom lip as she squeezed them for her girlfriend.
"What? I'm taking this thing off and I am joining you… like…now." Santana practically growled.
"Nope. You stay behind that barrier while I convince you that you love this place and it's perfect. If my argument is good, you'll have no reason to cross that line. But if you don't like it then you can remove the bra at anytime and come collect me. Then we can leave and find a new place."
"What? Are you kidding? I have to stand out here while you strip and make me all hot and bothered? Britt, this is not a good game." Santana could already feel how slick she was between her legs. She wouldn't last long with Brittany acting like a sex goddess only a few feet away.
"Don't do it, Sanny baby. Trust me. Besides I'm not stripping, I am giving you my argument in the form of sexual persuasion. If you don't like it, you can end it at anytime." The blonde winked at her. She knew her girlfriend wouldn't move now that the game was on. She strutted around the desk. Her fingers brushed against the surface next to her before she stopped at the light. Her arms wrapped around it. "I really liked that amount of space we'd have here, the lighting, and the room for all the classes I want to teach."
She wrapped one leg around the light pole and worked it hard. Her whole body dropped as she held the pole in one hand. When her ass touched the back of her wedges and her boobs run down either side of the light fixture, Santana's body flushed in excitement.
Fuck.
"B…" Brittany's name got stuck in her throat. Her tongue hit the roof of her mouth as she attempted control the urge to rip through the barrier and run her hands up and down her girlfriend's incredible body. Wanton desire increased. Her knuckles turned white as she tried to remain steady in the doorframe. "Babe…please just let me come in…"
"I'm not done yet." Britt took her time as she stood back up. Her almost naked body pushed scandalously against the light. She lingered with prolonged eye contact. "Tell me you what you want to hear about next. Tell me how much you want to hear about the office."
"Fuck." Santana did moan this time. She loved it when Brittany used that authoritative voice with her. It meant the end of her willpower. "Please tell me more, Britt. I'm begging you…"
"Not yet, but you will be…" Britt's responded after a beat. The blonde was now working her way over to a broken window that would have looked out to the street in front of the building had not years of dirt and misuse caused it to turn back. She placed her hands on either side throwing her ass out for Santana to watch as she swayed it side to side. "We'd have a great office to use with a nice view outside. Of course, we'd have to close it sometimes and maybe draw the shades for some… private time."
Mesmerized, Santana could barely follow Brittany's train of thought regarding the building. She was looking elsewhere. However, she did manage to catch some words. She squeezed her thighs together underneath her dress trying to rub out some of the pressure. She repeated. "Nice view. Shades. Private time…mhmm. I think I'd like that…"
"Would you?" Brittany teased. She tossed her golden hair back as her blue eyes sparkled. One hand lazily made its way down her side. Her thumb dragged over her erect nipple. Dark brown eyes across the room did not miss the small touch or the way Brittany shivered at the contact. "How about this chair? And this big desk? Would you like me to sit in it?"
"Yes…" Santana whispered hoarsely.
Brittany once more crossed the room as if it were a runway. The grime and dirt faded to glitter and gold walkways underneath her wedges. Her creamy skin stood out and her tits bounced with every tap of her shoes. Her hair blew back wistfully crossing her face sometimes obscuring her cheeks or nose, but never those eyes. With the same power interwoven in her voice, Brittany pulled the old chair out for the desk. Long legs stretched out as she settled into the chair. Her shoes hit the edge of the desk as she spread her legs out wide exposing herself completely for her girlfriend's hungry eyes. "How would you like to come in here after your classes and see me at this desk?"
"B, you're killing me…" Santana strained the bra against the door keeping her out.
"Tell me you love it." Brittany bit her bottom lip. Her hands started at her ankles and ran up her toned legs. Her nails lightly grazed over her thighs before dipping between. They met in the middle. Her left hand continued up to her breasts and she started to knead her own boob, thumbing at her nipple. While her other hand remained below. One finger ran up and down the yellow material of her thong. Already wet, Santana could see liquid glistening from her finger and darkening the material.
"I love it, Britt. I love it so much." Santana's eyes were still dark with desire gazing on her insatiable girl. "I want to come back from class every day and close your door and crawl on my hands and knees to you in that big desk and lick your pussy until everyone in the dance studio can hear you cum."
Now it was Brittany's turn to moan. Her head tilted until it hit the back of the chair. Her right hand pulled aside the thong she had been playing with. "Mmm- so does that mean you want this place? Is it perfect?"
"Baby, I want this place more than you can imagine. I need it as soon as possible. Please let me come in and show you how perfect I think it is." Neither of them was thinking about the old building anymore. Lust, love, and playfulness were fully inflamed between them. Anymore teasing would be like death.
Brittany nodded. Her fingers were slipping in between her slick slit. Panting, Britt responded. Her other hand lifted while her finger hooked at the air indicating that Santana needed to join her. "Come here and show me."
At the same time, their eyes opened. For half a second more they remained perfectly still. Heaviness settled between them. Their eyes still locked as they both firmly returned to the present. Santana's breathing increased. She already knew her decision and the dark shadows in Brittany's eyes meant the blonde understood as well. Yet neither could tear themselves away. And every half second they spent dealing with their history meant another half second to let Chester get further and further away. A siren went off in the distance. The noise startled them out of their reveries. Brittany didn't hesitate, just like she didn't that day at the factory. The blonde effortlessly landed on the other side of the fence and didn't have time to look back to see if Santana would follow or not. Her boots hit the cement with increasing speed after Chester. Santana, however, hadn't moved. She couldn't. That day so many years ago, she had followed without even blinking because she could trust Brittany. She had known then that no matter what happened or where they were, she'd trust her.
Not today.
Not this Brittany.
Santana turned and went out the alleyway in the opposite direction towards the front of the house. They would have to do this separately and hope that one of them could catch Chester before he slipped through their hands. Her heart beat mimicked the pounding of her broken heels on the ground. But she couldn't give into the ache in her heart. Chester was the priority at the moment and the Strangler the reason she was here. Nothing and no one else.
Hey! Thanks for reading this chapter! I wanted to give you something special since you have all been so patient and awesome with your responses. I would love to know how you felt about the flashback because it kills me writing how great they used to be and then how bad they are at the present. I get all angsty! Tell me how you felt about the flashback! Because I have others in my head!