AN: Sorry for taking a while, had a couple of stuff to do, but I'm here now. I'm really tired, last night when I was trying to upload there as some kind of error and it just kept signing me off. And that was two o'clock in the morning in SWE, he-he. Will be changing any errors later.

Anyway, here you go. Let me know what you think! Ciao.


They got home around two o'clock in the middle of the night, giggling like little children while taking of their jackets and shoes.

"You want a night snack?" Santana asked as she made her way to the doorframe to watch Brittany kick off her shoes.

"That depends on what kind of night snack," Brittany winked, making the latina's cheeks turn deep crimson. Brittany laughed at the brunette, "I'm kidding, Santana. And yeah, I want a night snack," she said when she had calmed down.

Santana swallowed hard and quickly made a U-turn to the kitchen, leaving Brittany a little confused, then followed the beautiful latina.

"So, um… in the morning, will you follow me home?" the blonde asked as she leaned against the kitchen island, watching Santana pull out two bowls and poured some yogurt into them.

Santana nodded, but realized that the blonde probably couldn't see it, so she let out a hoarse "Uh-huh,"

She turned around and gave Brittany a spoon and one of the bowls. Then she leaned against the counter in front of the blonde who had her mouth full of vanilla yogurt, looking like overgrown hamster.

The brunette chuckled and shook her head a little before starting to eat as well.

"When do you need to be at your school?" Brittany asked her.

"Um, at twelve. I'll be home about six, is that okay?"

Brittany nodded absently. She seemed a little nervous.

"Britt, it'll be fine- Quinn will come too, right?" Santana really, really, hoped that her med school friend would join them, just in case Jack was home.

"Yeah, I texted her before." Brittany said with a mouth full. "she asked if something had happened between Jack and I, but I told her I would tell her when we see each other,"

Santana stared, "wait," she let out a frustrated snort, "she is your best friend, right?"

Brittany nodded questionably with knitted eyebrows.

"But you haven't told her that your ex-boyfriend hit you? You haven't even told her that he did it more than just once?" she asked in disbelief.

Brittany averted her gaze to the floor, her eye looking anywhere but Santana. "I didn't want to disturb her new life," she admitted, still don't meeting the Latinas eyes. "I was just trouble,"

Santana's mouth hung open in disbelief and shock; how can Brittany just think that she's a burden?

"Brittany, you need to stop thinking that you're just someone no-one cares about, you have me. You have Quinn, you probably have Rachel too. At least that's three people, but hey- better than nothing right?" she asked, trying to catch Brittany's eyes. "Damn it, look at me!" Santana almost barked. Brittany's eyes once again pierced into her soul. "I care, okay? I care for you, don't ever think that I'll see you as a burden,"

Brittany just nodded slightly while looking into her eyes, still able too see through her. She put her bowl down on the island and ran a hand through her hair while nodding absently. "Okay,"

"Okay."

Brittany put her empty bowl and spoon in the dishwasher, "goodnight Santana," the blonde said and turned towards the latina. "I had a great time tonight," she bent over and gave the shorter woman a kiss on the cheek. "sweet dreams," she whispered. The latina shivered.


She had just hung up on her father as she stepped into her class. He had fixed so they was able to split the groceries and activities.

Honestly, Santana was terrified at the thought of helping Brittany out later. If Jack was home it could go really wrong. They should bring a guy. But the only guy she kind of knew was gay. Not that gay guys would be weak or anything; it was just that Kurt was really feminine for being a man. With other words; he would never sacrifice his Prada costume to defend the poor, defenceless women if Jack threatened them.

She sighed and took out her books as she spotted Quinn sprint into the room and quickly taking a seat in the front, not noticing the latina. Santana watched her hazel eyed friend take out her phone and to text someone. She briefly wondered if t could be Brittany, but it was most likely Rachel. Santana put all her stuff into her bag and made her was down the room, slipping into the seat next to Quinn.

"Hey," she whispered, their teacher had started talking a couple of seconds ago.

Quinn's breath caught in her throat and her eyes widened at the latina, but she quickly regained her calm expression again. "shit you scared me San,"she hissed and took a deep breath.

"Sorry," the latina chuckled and took out her books. "you're coming later, right?"

The blonde nodded as she faked her attention towards their teacher, "of course," she slightly bent a little towards her, "I'm so thankful that you showed up and took care of her Santana, I can never thank you enough,"

Santana just nodded. She wondered if Quinn just thought Jack and Brittany just had another fight. Wondered if Quinn knew that Jack had hurt her. If she knew that Brittany was hurt.

Probably not. If she knew, she wouldn't be as calm as she was now.


"Brittany, I'm home!" she called and immediately she could hear light footsteps coming towards her and she smiled thankfully when she saw the tall blonde. Brittany smiled back at her.

"Hi," she greeted her quietly, smiling like an idiot.

Brittany just put on her shoes, but seemed as relived t see the latina as Santana was to see the blonde.

"Quinn is outside, let's go."

Brittany closed and locked the door behind them and followed her to Quinn's car and they both got in.

It was kind of awkward sitting in the backseat as Brittany was filling Quinn with every detail about Jack. Quinn was furious, at Jack and Brittany, the latter for not telling her and not calling her. She almost went crazy when Brittany said that she didn't want to be any trouble.

Her med school friend scolded the taller one all the way to Brittany's ex-house.

They sat in the car until Quinn had calmed down a little and then proceeded to the door.

Santana rang the bell, just in case. But no-one opened.

They all took a relived breath and Brittany fished up her keys from her jeans shorts pocket and opened the door.

The three of them peeked in, just to be sure they were alone. When nothing happened, they entered and started collecting Brittany's clothes. Santana took the laundry room while Quinn and Brittany went into Brittany's old room that she'd shared with that asshole.

The latina put every feminine clothes in her large duffle bag, and she knew the other two was as well. When she was done she opened the bathroom cabinet and did the same, packed deodorants, lotions, a hairbrush, hair bands, razors and all the stuff that obviously was Brittany's.

That was then she heard a small meow. The latina was so concentrating at what she was doing that she almost dropped a strawberry lotion. She turned around and found a very fat cat sitting right behind her, bluntly staring at her. This must be Lord Tubbington Brittany had told her about when they were having their little adventure when she was working.

"Brittany!" the latina called, "I found Lord Tubbington!"

Soon she could hear someone come running down the hall towards where she was, and she couldn't help the grin that took over her face as the blonde laid her eyes on her beloved cat. Jack didn't even own him; the blonde had told her that night, because she had owned him before she even met him at all.

Santana watched as Brittany buried her nose in his fur, and Lord Tubbington instantly starting purring loudly. It sounded like he snored, that he couldn't get enough air. He closed his eyes as like he was relived and snuggled into the crook of Brittany's neck.

The brunette had promised the blonde that she could bring him back to her apartment. Their apartment.

"I need to finish packing, okay Lord T?" Brittany cooed gently kissing his head, "stay where you are,"

With that she put him back on the floor and made her way back to Quinn. Santana expected him to follow his true owner, but instead he continued purring, staring up at her with big eyes. She stared back a couple of seconds, then remembered that she had a quest to fulfill.

But the latina failed to hear the door open.

Her blood turned to ice as a high-pitched scream filled the apartment, followed by a loud 'boom'.

"SAN!" she could hear Quinn's voice, until in broke.

Santana didn't think. She just ran, adrenaline took over her body. She ran towards the sound of someone getting hit, on her way there she grabbed a lamp and ripped it from the table and stumbled into the bedroom.

There he was; the source of all this. Jack.

And he holding Brittany up by her hair, she was struggling to get away from him, kicking and hitting towards him without success.

Quinn was lying on the floor next to them. He had hit her so that she had nodded off, but Santana could see her struggle to keep herself conscious, gripping his feet.

"Vete a la mierda," Santana hissed at him, he could barely turn around before the lamp collided with his scalp and he let out a loud cry and went unconscious lying in a pathetic mess on the floor.

"Fucking dickhead," she stepped over him, but she could barely contain her hatred towards the man, but resisted the urge to kick the shit out of him.

"Brittany, are you okay?" she asked the blonde, who had landed on the floor with next to him. She bent down and ran her hand through blonde locks, trying to repair the damage he had done. The blonde looked back at her, smiling a little but winced at the same time. Santana almost burst at the sight of the blonde hurt.

"I'm fine, please check Quinn… he hit her really bad," Santana turned to the other blonde, who was blinking rapidly back at her.

"Q?" The latina cooed, pulling the blonde into a sitting position, "Can you at least say something?"

"Fuck, my head," Quinn managed and Santana pulled at her and got her into a standing position.

"I'll get you to the car, okay? I'll drive," Santana looked back at Brittany, who was standing beside her with one of the three duffle bags full of her stuff, "get that in the car and I'll go get the other two,"

When Santana had helped Quinn into the backseat, she quickly ran in again as Brittany dumped her bag next to Quinn, who immediately cuddled up next to it like a child.

She took the two duffle bags that were left and made her way out quickly again, putting them in the trunk and jumped in behind the steering wheel.

"Santana," Brittany sounded like she was pleading, "Lord Tubbington is in there,"

Santana looked at her wide-eyed, "why didn't you say that? We need to bring him with us!" she stumbled out of the car and sprinted into the apartment again, looking frantically after the fat cat. Of course she looked in the bathroom the last thing she did, and of course he was sitting on the exact same spot as before.

She rolled her eyes and picked him up, her eyes bulged out. Fuck, this cat was so fat.

It was like carrying a sack of potatoes back to the car, fishing up the key to the door and trying to lock it with this… thing in one arm wasn't the easiest. Then she dumped the lord into the duchess lap, sprinted around the car, started the car and speed off.

Quinn let out a little grumble when the engine roared, "ugh it smells like I've slept on a threshold,"

Brittany let out an adorable giggle that made Santana's face split in two from grinning so hard, "that doesn't make any sense Q," she stated while petting the huge cat in her lap.

Quinn mumbled something that neither one of them could make out.


Vete a la mierda - Fuck you.