Chapter 4 – Getting to know
Hello guys I know it's been a god damn long time but I had a lot of stuff going on. Like finishing nursing school, starting to work in a psychiatric ward and my godson being born. I hope you are all happy and have fun reading on :)
Santana could only sit there and watch this incredibly beautiful creature walk over to her. Hell she was pretty sure she was drooling but couldn't do anything about it. It was as if she was in a trance. She came to her senses when the blonde goddess stood right in front of her, smirk in place and looked at her curiously. Wanting to not come of as an absolute idiot Santana tried to speak up as best as she could. "So, "she said and swallowed, "What are you here for then? I mean I think I would remember your face had I seen it before."
Santana must have said the wrong thing because the girl started to chuckle. It felt like there was an elaborate joke going on and she was the only one not knowing about it.
"You're cute." the girl suddenly said, her voice soft and melodious, "You really don't know what I am here for do you?" The girl's cat like eyes were focused on Santana's expression trying to read her. Santana couldn't speak for all she know she could only produce a grunt. Instead she just shook her head no. Urging the girl with her eyes to clue her in on everything that was happening at the moment.
But instead of saying anything the girl just smiled at her and dropped her dress to the floor leaving her in nothing but her shoes. Santana's jaw almost hit the floor when she got a full frontal view of creamy flesh, pert breasts, a toned stomach legs that seemed to get longer with every second you looked at them and … and a clean shave. It was like a car wreck Santana couldn't look away and just when she thought her staring got borderline creepy the girl moved forward to Santana sitting on her bed and straddled her hips putting her hands behind the fighter's neck and kissing her sensually. Still on autopilot all Santana could do was kiss the girl back. How could she not? This girl was the epitome of what anyone could wish for. After a few long seconds the girl broke the kiss and whispered into Santana's ear "My name is Brittany just so you don't have to scream god later." It were these words that made Santana wake up from her stupor and realize that there was indeed a naked stranger straddling her, making oh so sweet promises about exploits she wanted to take. That's why Santana gently but firmly pushed at Brittany's shoulders to make her get off her lap, took a blanket from the bed and wrapped it around her shoulders. Brittany looked as if she couldn't believe what was happening right now. Seems like no one ever rejected her advances before though Santana is still not sure why she even came to her.
"Seriously what is going on here? Why are you in my room naked?" Santana asked while looking away to give Brittany time to fix herself up. Brittany used that time to wrap the blanket around her body so that her exposed flesh was hidden once again.
"I am here to entertain you. And that's what I tried until you made me jump off of you. You won your match so I am your "hands-on trophy". How can you fight in the arena and be surprised by this?" With every word her gaze is becoming harder and colder. "Why DID you push me off though? Am I too common for you big bad girl? Not pretty enough? Or do you just think you are better than me because in that case let me..." Brittany started but Santana interrupted her quickly. "Just stop talking for a minute. This has nothing to do with me thinking I am better than you, or that you are not good looking. I mean seriously I think you are the most gorgeous girl I have ever met. But that doesn't change the fact that I have no clue why you are talking about trophies? I mean who even sent you? Why are you even doing this?" It seemed that Santana's last question struck a nerve because Brittany's face changed colours so fast and contorted into anger in seconds.
"My god stop playing dumb with me. YOU are asking ME why I am doing this? Aren't you the one killing people? So don't you dare look down on me for what I do to survive. Not everyone can be a zero brain brute like you!" Santana was slightly taken aback by the blonde girls outburst but soon felt her own anger bubble to the surface.
"Look Blondie," Santana shouted, "first of all I didn't kill anybody and second of all what else am I supposed to do to keep my village fed? I don't think you fuck enough people to earn what needs to be earned." Santana gritted her teeth. "How can you even think someone would want to do this if there was another choice? Shouldn't you be more concerned about your motives? I mean seriously what do you get for from what I can guess fucking with the people here? Some new pretty dresses?" That comment seemed to make Brittany snap. She stormed forward and slapped Santana hard across the face. "You still don't understand do you? You are so naive but think you can judge me. Not every village has fighters that actually win and bring rations over. So there have to be people like me that at least make a little bit of an income. How dare you talk to me like that? All I do is to keep my family and village safe and fed. And what about you? In the end all of you fighters become murderers anyway."
At that comment Santana looked shocked for a second. It really hurt her to think about what she will become if these fights keep going on. So Santana did the only thing that she knew how to and lashed out. He face became a mask which showed nothing other than anger and with a sneer she grabbed for the blondes blanket and pulled it of off her.
"Well then whore why do you cover yourself. If you are used to pleasing murderers you won't mind doing it with another right? "The words stung but Brittany refused to show that and slowly stepped towards the Latina to finish the job she was paid to do. But before the girl could reach the Latina she saw a flicker in the girl's eyes she couldn't place. The Latina turned around grabbed her dress and gave it to her. She looked exhausted and pained.
"I'm sorry for what I said. Take your dress and leave I won't need any of your services." Brittany blinked twice before she even realized what had happened.
"Are you sure? I mean I was already paid and am expected to..." She blurted still surprised about the sudden change in the girl opposite her.
"Yes. I may have to become a murderer in these games I am expected to play in but I have control over this and I will not become a person that forces herself on someone. I won't let them take this little piece of me." Santana turned, walked towards her bed and said with a sad smile "Don't you think a murderer is enough already?" and laid her weakened body down to rest.
Brittany took that as her cue to leave. She slipped on her dress and left the room with graceful steps.
She was still shocked how this whole job turned out. She thought this would be an easy job. Newcomers were usually pretty easy to handle. Many of them virgins. Not much talking fast finish. Easy rations for Brittany. But now she not only slapped the girl but she also didn't do anything other than kiss her. If Santana decided to call her in she wouldn't get any rations and didn't want to think about the punishment waiting for her. Still there was not much time to dwell on thin because she could see Arthur standing at the end of the corridor waiting for her with his sleazy smile. He was in charge of booking her off to the people. Mostly the fighters after a win but wealthy people could also buy some time with her. When she neared him he smirked at her.
"Another satisfied customer I presume?" and touched her lower back almost caressing her rear.
She always felt disgusted when he just looked at her so his touch brought goose bumps to her skin and made her want to sink into a hole. But instead she looked up to him face void of emotion with a hint of arrogance. "Of course Arthur. I am always pleasing my clients thoroughly." It was the part she was playing. Being a detached whore. It came easier to her as the years went by.
Arthur's smirk just widened and guided her to her next customer of the day.
If Brittany was honest she was glad Santana won. Whenever she had to visit Martin Hunter he had been rough and hurt her. Sure Santana kind of flipped on her but she was never really scared of the girl. Her eyes weren't like the others yet. Even though the blonde could see anger and aggravation in them she also saw an overwhelming sadness and a softness she never expected. Those were not the eyes of a monster of the arena. That was a person trying to be strong because showing weakness meant getting crushed. Even though this could all blow up in her face she was still glad she met the day. It reserved her hope that not all fighters were brutes and that maybe some of them could keep their compassion and most of all their humanity.
Santana lay still in her room replaying the confrontation she had with Brittany. Never before had she thought about the villages whose fighter were weak and couldn't provide for them with fights in the arena. She came out of a village that had been blessed with strong fighters throughout her time.
She never really saw the struggle boys and girls from other villages had to go through. So many questions came up. How were they chosen? Was it like in her village? Were they as panicked as she was? Did they just pick the handsome and beautiful? Was that their curse? Her head was moving around in the circles and she knew she wouldn't get the answers herself. She had to ask Noah about it though she wasn't sure if she wanted to hear some of his answers. She knew she shouldn't dwell on this for much longer because the thing that had to be on the forefront of her mind was the fight tomorrow. Everything else would have to be put on pause. With that thought in mind Santana drifted into a restless sleep.
Loud hammering on her door and the voice of her mentor woke her up.
"Come on Santana Beiste has to look at your leg before you actually get to fight today." It was Noah's voice that made her raise from the bed slightly and grumble a "Come in.". When she tried to actually stand up she hissed in pain. Her leg hurt he badly even when she wasn't moving around too much. Santana quickly made up her mind and decided she had to inspect the wound and when she unwound the bandages angry, red flesh greeted her. The area around the stitches was swollen and hot. She knew this meant the wound was infected and she also knew that this meant even more pain and slower healing for herself. Still Santana tried to stand up and when she put weight on her leg she almost passed out from the pain. She would have collided with the ground if it wasn't for Noah that silently entered her room and caught her.
"Santana don't be silly you can't fight like this. I will call the whole thing off." Santana grunted out in pain before replying.
"Just give me a minute and I will be good to go." She said through a huff sweat collecting on her forehead. Noah just shook his head in annoyance.
"God damn Santana you can barely stand without passing out. You will only get yourself killed this way." He looked at Santana with concerned eyes. She knew he was looking out for her but she also knew that she had to do it."Oh come on Noah I have seen you fight with worse injuries. I mean hell that one time the bone was actually protruding from your arm when you broke it. And you still fought. Also you know better than me that this one fight wasn't enough for everyone back home so please help me figure this out." She could see how unsure he was in his eyes. They were raging a battle about what's necessary and what was the best for her. But his rational side knew how right she was. "You really want to do this? Are you really sure you are fit enough fight?"
"Yes. Just do two things for me. First don't look at me like a scared little boy and second get me something to relieve this pain." At that Noah stood up nodded at her and went to fetch those painkillers.
Noah wasn't gone for two minutes when someone knocked on the door and entered quickly after. The first thing Santana saw was golden hair. Brittany. She wore a very revealing bra and a very short skirt. She looked sexy but Santana didn't want to think about why she was actually wearing these things.
"Sorry to bother you. I know you have another fight today and I needed to ask you something before." Brittany started tentatively. She didn't finish her sentence but the brunette knew she wanted to ask because she didn't know if she would be alive later.
"It's okay. I just wasn't expecting to see you again after what happened yesterday. Well since you are here ask away?" Santana answered casually. She had no intention to waste any words on yesterday. She knows both of them were out of line and she was willing to let the fight go. And it seemed Brittany had the same thoughts.
Brittany was standing in the middle of the room now her blue eyes focused on Santana's brown ones. As if trying to figure her out with just her stare. Her voice sounded cautious and unsure.
"It's just that I don't get why you didn't want to get a refund for yesterday or even talked to my manager about it? Or is that on your to do list for later?" The brunette looked at the blonde more closely and noticed her tense shoulders and the way her hands were gripping her skirt as if afraid of the answer. Brittany would probably get into trouble if Santana told anybody what happened yesterday.
"I meant want I said yesterday. I don't want to force myself on you or cause you trouble about it. I won't take advantage of you position here. I may not know what you have gone through until arrived but I know I want to have no part in making you feel used. Let's just forget yesterday happened okay?"
Brittany couldn't believe her ears. No one in this god forsaken place was ever this kind. Not to someone like her. Not even Quinn who at least treated her right would be like this. But only one look at the Latina made Brittany trust her word. It were those eyes, so honest, so lonely and so full of pain but yet so sincere and determined. The blondes gut told her to trust this woman and so she did. With a nod to show Santana she believed her she turned and left the Latina's room without another word.
Shortly after Brittany left Noah barged unannounced into the room in his hand two small pills.
"I got you the pills but I swear to you after the fight you will let yourself get checked out by Beiste." She quickly took the pills from his hand and nodded.
"Believe me my leg hurts like a bitch you won't have to force me to fetch the doctor." she said and put the pills in her mouth and swallowing them dry. "But right now I just need to fight."
"I know Santana it's just that I am worried about you." He put his hand on her shoulder and she smiled at him.
"I know and I am eternally grateful for that but you have to trust that I can do this." He just nodded and as he stood up to leave she held onto his sleeve.
"Noah you know the girl that visited me yesterday after the fight?" She saw his shoulders tense and when he turned around she had never seen him more uncomfortable. "Listen Santana I'm sorry I couldn't explain and..." But Santana didn't want to hear all about this right now so just shook her head. "Noah! We can talk about it later. All I need to know is how much it cost us to get her to me."
He looked uncomfortable but answered her none the less.
"Well since you won one night with some "entertainment" is paid by the arena. If you loose it will be about 1/10 of the rations you got from winning your first fight." Santana swallowed thickly, that was a lot of rations.
"I need you to do me a favour. After I win today I need you to get me the same girl I had yesterday. Can you do this?" He still looked at her shocked.
"Yeah I think I can manage that." She just smiled at him and was thankful that he didn't ask her questions about why she was requesting this. He knew she would tell him when she was ready and to be honest she didn't know herself why she did that. It was just an idea in the spur of the moment. She would have to wait and see right now she had a fight to get to. "Okay I think the meds are kicking in I can barely feel my leg so that's good. Let's go I am ready to win."
It was only when Noah helped her sit down on her bed that she realized there was blood trickling down her face, her body was shaking violently and her face was as pale as her complexion allowed. She only really came to when she heard the voice of Beiste exclaim "Good god girl. What did you do? How could that scrawny kid do this to you?" Santana just looked blank and shook her head. She didn't know herself how it all happened even though she was right there living this particular moment.
"I don't know. I had him just where I wanted him without his weapon and defenceless. I wanted him to surrender when suddenly he pulled a dagger from … "she stopped and seemed to think "I don't even know from where and started to pounce on me like an animal. I underestimated his will to fight and live." She still couldn't really believe it herself. He had surprised her, stabbed her in her abdomen and slashed above her across the left eye before Santana cam back to her senses and managed to quickly side step him and slash him across his torso. She hadn't aimed to kill but since she was in the defensive and acting on pure instinct there was more force behind her slash than she would have wanted to. She wasn't sure the kid would recover from that wound. While she was still in her thoughts Beiste had begun to care for her wounds.
She first tore her shirt off and started disinfecting and stitching up her stomach wound after she was quite sure that he actually missed any vital parts. Next she looked at the brunette's eye.
"You are lucky. It's not deep enough to have hurt your eyeball but this will definitely leave a scar. I will put on some antiseptic ointment just like with your stomach. It will sting but hopefully keep an infection out. I can't say that for your leg. Santana I have to take out the stitches and clean the wound properly. And if you want to pay it or not yo have to put some antibiotics in there. Otherwise you might even loose that leg. If you let me do this it will heal pretty fast. The medicine we have here is good." To be honest Santana couldn't really feel or hear what Beiste was doing so she just nodded. All she felt at this moment was a deep numbness inside of her. In her head she heard Brittany's voice telling her she would be just another murderer and damn she knew this was what was going to happen but in her mind it was always something that happened in a distant future. She had kept that childish hope that maybe she wouldn't have to kill someone for a long time. When Beiste was told Santana she would come to look at her the next day and when she told Noah she was tired he left her on her bed so she could rest. Santana's mind was racing but at the same time she was so unbelievably tired that she feel asleep.
The next occasion that made Santana wake up was someone knocking on her door. Only now while waking up she could feel all the pain she was actually in and cursed herself for not taking the painkillers Beiste wanted her to take because they cost too many rations.
She also knew that the arena was open for five more days and if she healed nicely she could maybe squeeze in one or two fights until she went home to finally rest a bit.
Since there was still knocking on her door Santana made her way to get up and open it. It just took her bruised and battered body some time to actually get going and when she neared the door she saw it already opening and Brittany letting herself into her room.
The blonde had changed out of he previous clothes and was sporting a dress not very unlike the one she wore the day before. Sure it still showed an ample amount of cleavage but it was chaste in comparison to her earlier outfit.
"I was told you specifically requested my company so how may I please you?" she sounded detached and didn't meet the Latina's eye. Not only that she looked betrayed, but for what Santana didn't know. She was confused.
"I thought I told you I wouldn't take advantage of you or any of the others. I really meant what I said. How much time do we have?" Brittany just sighed still not convinced.
"Since I don't have any more engagements today and I was already paid in advance all night." At that Santana smiled, she wouldn't mind the company to keep her mind off of things. Santana said down on the couch and told the blonde to take a seat and scooted over to make some room. Brittany seemed bewildered at the situation she was in.
"I just thought we could spend some time together or maybe talk? I don't know maybe it was presumptuous of me but I thought it would be nice for you to just relax here than to be somewhere else. You know since you are getting paid anyway." Santana smiled shyly at the girl and Brittany could tell Santana wasn't trying to be offensive but she had to make some things clear.
"I am grateful that you didn't tell Arthur about what happened last night but that still doesn't mean I want to tell you things about me."
Santana was quickly to placate the girl.
"I mean you don't have to tell me all personal things maybe just some basic stuff like from which village you are or how old you are?
Brittany didn't seem to mind these questions because she answered within a heartbeat.
"I am from a small village near the fox territory called Teille," the blonde smiled while thinking about it, "we were farmers ones growing everything we needed by ourselves but were raided regularly by the foxes. Leaving us to fend for ourselves with almost nothing. And I am twenty years old. How old are you? You look younger than me." Brittany's answer surprised the Latina, she wasn't expecting Brittany to elaborate in any way but was happy none the less about it. This wouldn't be a one sided conversation then.
"I am eighteen so yes you are right definitely younger than you are. I'm really sorry about what happened at your village and believe me I know how you feel. My village is a weeks journey from the Skulls territory and they came to raid often, stole all our supplies, killed every man that dared to try to defend the village and raped every woman they wanted to. "Brittany shifted next to her and it seemed she was finally relaxing a bit on her position on the couch. As if Santana also confessing her villages history made her trust her more.
"I'm very sorry to heat that but I need you to tell me the true reason you asked for me tonight? Because if you don't want to sleep with me I doubt you just wanted to discuss my village with me."
At that Santana looked at her hands and tried to avoid Brittany's gaze for a while.
"I know my question is really intimate and I won't hold it against you but yesterday I realized that I don't know much about everything that happens here for example this.. escort service the implemented here. I was just wondering how it works and who is actually managing it? Can you do it of your own free will or are you forced to participate?" Brittany's gaze turned away from Santana and the blonde swallowed audibly.
"These questions are in fact very personal. I will answer them but only if you answer my question first." Santana then looked at Brittany and nodded.
"I just asked you why you wanted me to be here but I still don't believe these questions are the real reason. Puck could have answered them for you and you know that to be true. You could have saved yourself the trouble of specifically asking for me."
Santana couldn't help but smile because Brittany's deduction was spot on. If Santana was really honest with herself Brittany had intrigued her the first time they met and she wanted to get to know the blonde better. But Santana wasn't about to tell Brittany that just now so she went for the rational solution to this question.
"Well yeah Noah could tell me about this in general but I was sure whatever information you had would be much more accurate and spot on. And as I told you before I really thought it would please you to maybe have some time off and not having to worry about it. Cause you know I just want to talk." Brittany had to laugh she knew Santana was still holding something back but she would let it rest for the time being because despite everything the Latina was actually trying to make her feel welcomed and at ease.
"You really think you are the hero saving the damsel in distress don't you? That's kind of cliché don't you think? Besides the way I see it the damsel is not the one that needs saving. Sometimes the damsel has come to terms with what happened to her and the hero is actually the one that needs the saving."
Santana just gawked at Brittany and didn't know what to say. She was just something else. "Well life is certainly not black and white but which hero would ever admit needing to be saved? Kinda comes with the job description to endure it all. But we are getting in the wrong direction, I answered your question so now you have to answer mine."
Brittany nodded she did after all give her word. She switched her position on the couch so she was actually really facing Santana, crossed her legs and took a deep breath.
"I am a woman of my word. What you already know is that the villages that have knowledge about fighting and warfare as well as a population that is quite young will send warriors to fight in the arena. But there are villages like mine where we are mostly old people, women and some children that will not be ready to fight for some years to come you have to think about alternatives to get the rations you need to feed everyone. Otherwise you are screwed. The fighting participation rations don't come close to feeding my village so we had to think about other potential we had to sell. So our village started to sell our people's labour force to the arena as servants. Trouble only started when people would request them to do other kind of services as well. As soon as the higher ups in the arena noticed this they started to arrange a profession branch here at the arena that paid quite good rations and offered the expected services all the while not hiring any more servants. So we were forced to either starve or participate as escorts or watch our people starve. It was then that the ones that were deemed the most beautiful were send to the arena to work there. And no I wasn't really asked when they first send me here because I had already volunteered to do it. I knew there were barely enough of us to do it and I couldn't just sit at home while my family is starving. I would do anything to help them and keep them alive so I didn't really have to think twice about it but I am guessing that you have a similar reason for fighting. I know I don't know you and maybe it's my turn to be presumptuous but as much as I have I don't believe you let yourself be cut open for a sport." Santana was looking at Brittany intently while she told her story. Many people had looked down on her when she told them the reason she was doing what she did, had called her a whore, a cheap slut that wished to work as an escort and she prepared herself for Santana to do the same but when she looked into these fierce, soft brown eyes something seemed different.
Santana slowly got up from the couch a determined look on her face. It took her a while to stand up and then get down on one knee in front of Brittany. She then proceeded to take her index and middle finger stretch then out and lightly touch Brittany's forehead then proceeded to use those same fingers to draw a cross over her heart and then bow low before the blonde.
It was a sign of deep respect, showing another person that you acknowledge their work and sacrifice. When Santana looked up Brittany was staring directly at her and she could see in the confused yet awed look in the blondes eyes that she didn't exactly know what just happened but could feel that it wasn't just any other sentiment.
"You know I am only here because I was chosen. I didn't really want to go because I was.. no because I am afraid of what will happen or what I will have to do. Of all the pain that would await me and the death that will eventually greet me. But you actually volunteered knowing which horrors await you and probably encountering even more while being here. That is something I think is worth acknowledging and honouring. That's why I touched your chest, crossed and bowed it's a sign of respect. And don't worry you don't have to say or do anything. I did this because I wanted to and it seemed appropriate."
Santana feeling slightly embarrassed at her sudden gesture stood up slowly and moved to her bed lay down under the covers and looked over to the blonde still sitting on the couch with glassy eyes.
"I'm really tired and want to sleep. If you want you are welcome to stay here with me. You know I mean not with me especially just here in this room. I don't know where you stay maybe it's much nicer and I am being an idiot but if you want feel free to crash here I can just scoot over. I mean you know the bed is gigantic."Santana rambled but looked Brittany straight in the eyes for the next few words. "And I promise you I won't touch you or take advantage of this." Brittany had to swallow the lump that was forming in her throat. Never before had anyone took notice of what she had actually given for her family and in that respect village. All she ever received here was shame. It felt good for someone to tell her that she was brave and not just a dumb blonde slut. Santana's invitation was for her to stay with her was very tempting and when she thought about going back to her quarters he might try to get her to sleep with him which she really didn't want to.
"It's really sweet for you to offer me to stay and if you don't mind me staying over I would love to."
Santana just nodded dumbly and scooted over as fast as possible hissing in pain because she aggravated her wounds.
Brittany lay down next to the Latina and felt oddly comfortable. She realized quickly that she believed and trusted the Latina not to take advantage of her so she could truly relax next to her. Usually the people laying next to her expected something from her. And if she dug a little deeper she knew it was also due to the fact that she started to care for this small yet strong and fierce woman that sometimes put her foot in her mouth but somehow still found the right words. With that thought in mind she fell asleep after Santana's light snores lulled her to sleep.
When Brittany woke up the next morning and opened her eyes she looked around and didn't recognize the room. It was because she was not in her room, not in her bed and when she felt a hand tighten around her midsection she almost jumped out of bed and clawed and whatever imbecile that snuck in bed with her but luckily she looked at the arm around her and noticed it was a small tan hand. When she looked behind her she saw raven hair and a sleeping Santana spooning her. She didn't know what to do and while she was contemplating her options Santana shifted even closer to her so she was now breathing right into her neck. It was torture and made Brittany torn. On the one hand she wanted to stay here with the girl she felt inexplicably drawn to but on the other hand she knew she had to get back to Arthur. She couldn't explain the whole morning with still being in Santana's company without the girl to have to pay extra. So she slowly started to wriggle to get out of Santana's grip to no avail. Every time the blonde tried to wriggle free the brunette tightened her grip around Brittany so much that the blonde decided she wouldn't actually be able to leave this bed without waking the sleeping girl beside her. Brittany decided to gently shake the girls shoulder but only got a grunt of acknowledgement from the girl so she started shaking her shoulder harder and when the Latina finally opened her eyes and saw that she was actually holding on to Brittany she jumped up in bed, yelped and fell on her ass beside the bed talking a hundred miles an hour.
"Oh my god Brittany here I am talking all that shit about leaving you in piece and not touching you against your will and here I am groping you. I am so sorry I really didn't mean to .. I mean it was not my intention.. I never wanted.." Brittany swiftly made her way over to the girl and laid shushing fingers on her lips.
"Slow down Santana. It's okay I know you wouldn't and that it wasn't on purpose." She smiled sweetly at the girl sitting next to the bed. Santana was relieved that Brittany believed her and just grinned back.
While she was getting up she tried to sound casual "You know no pressure and all but I will probably have another fight in the coming days and if you want to stay with me instead of other people I could ask Noah to well get you to come over?" Santana looked embarrassed.
"Are you asking me to stay over or sleep with you right now?" Even though Brittany was sure Santana wouldn't do that she had to ask. Years in this job made her distrustful of peoples motives however nice they seemed.
"No no no no no god Brittany just for talking and hanging out like today you know. I thought it might be nicer than staying at other peoples places. And you still get paid for it so you don't loose any rations." While Brittany took in the wide eyed girl she slowly started to grin and nod.
"That actually sounds really nice, Thank you Santana it saves me a lot of trouble if I can just stay here instead of working. I would be glad to get to see you some more. But right now I have to go Arthur will be looking for me." Santana didn't know what to say to that so she just nodded and looked out the window when Brittany stood up and fixed her clothes and put on her discarded shoes.
"I gotta go Santana and thank you again for letting me stay over." She gave the brunette a small smile and moved towards the door. Just as she reached it she turned her head to look at the brunette.
"Don't get yourself killed you hear me? I am actually starting to like you." After that Brittany winked once and left the room. Santana still sitting on her ass beside the bed looked dumbstruck and had a grin plastered on her face.
A/N: I finished this at 3 a.m. if there are mistakes pls forgive me I was just really tired :D
