A/N: Glad most of you enjoyed the last chapter. I just want to quickly apologize for not warning you all about the mentions of rape in the last chapter. I posted it in a rush and wasn't thinking.
The story's going to get interesting in this chapter so, I hope you like what I've done.
Warnings: Violence; Blood
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Chapter Four: Unprofessional
Monday Morning. Eight Thirty.
Brittany raced into the conference room and stood next to the chair at the head of the table. She craned her neck to see if Santana was walking down the hallway toward the conference room. She was. Brittany sucked in a breath and tried to calm her nerves. Ever since what happened on Friday night, she hasn't been able to stop thinking about Santana. Her boss. So incredibly inappropriate and unprofessional, but it felt so right. She quickly placed Santana's coffee down and took a step back as the glass conference room door was pushed open and Santana walked in. The latina glanced at Brittany and then at the rest of her employees.
"The designs I got were better than the previous hand-ins." Santana said, taking off her coat and throwing it to the side. Rachel quickly caught it and held it in her arms. Santana said down in her seat and glanced at the coffee sitting infront of her, "Thank you, Brittany." Brittany nodded and swallowed, feeling a hypothetical swarm of butterflies fly up her throat, "Now, to those of you who have yet to hand in your designs, I suggest you get that done before the end of the day. The board is not going to wait and you've already had a week. Also, Mr Chang, if you ever approve an order without my consent again, I will personally rip your dick off and feed it to your pet iguana. Understood?" Mike nodded and gulped as tears pooled in his eyes. He quickly blinked them away and focused on his notepad and pen, "Blaine, I would like to personally congratulate you on designing the worlds prettiest spring bow-tie." Blaine sighed and nodded, noticing the sarcastic tone in his bosses voice, "And Kurt says he wants to talk to you so, go to the shoe department during lunch, yes? Good. We're done here. I'm sick of looking at your pathetic faces." Santana said, standing up, grabbing her coffee and walking out of the conference room with Rachel following behind her and Brittany walking slowly behind. Brittany couldn't believe how mean Santana had just been. She guessed it was normal, she'd seen Blaine's bow-tie design and it wasn't all that good, but... It was none of her business. Brittany knew she had to speak to Santana about Friday. She felt bad for cheating on her boyfriend but, he had a prostitute's number on his phone, so, she didn't feel as guilty as she should.
Rachel very quickly hung up Santana's coat and scrambled to open the latina's office door. Santana walked into her office and put her coffee down before seating herself down in her seat, turning on her computer and turning her seat toward the giant window behind her. She placed one leg over the other and leaned back, looking at the busy streets below, watching the rushed New Yorkers fight to get taxi's and race out of Starbucks to get to work on time.
"Ms Lopez," a soft voice said behind Santana. Santana turned in her chair and looked at the shy blonde standing in her doorway, "Can I please talk to you for a second?" Santana gave one nod and Brittany walked in, closing the door behind her and almost tripping over her own feet as she walked to sit down, "Um..." she started, almost stuttering and falling over her words, "I..I just, um, just wanted-"
"Slow down." Santana instructed softly, "No rush. Speak slowly and get your sentence out in one piece." Brittany nodded and started again.
"I just wanted to talk to you about what happened on Friday." Brittany said, visibly nervous. Santana inhaled through her nose and exhaled through her nose. She knew this was coming. They were going to have to speak about it. She just didn't know how to handle this conversation.
"Okay," Santana said, "Talk."
"Okay," Brittany said, fiddling with her hands, "Um, what... What does it mean? Like... I really liked kissing you and, I know that I wanna kiss you again." Santana sighed and took a sip of her coffee, "And again... And again." Brittany added. Making sure Santana knew that she didn't just want one more kiss.
"Oh, god." Santana said, resting her face in her hands and sighing. This was so incredibly unprofessional and Santana knew that, but she couldn't help herself. She couldn't help herself from wanting to kiss Brittany again too. She couldn't help herself from wanting to kiss Brittany a thousand more times.
"Sorry, I just... I just wanted you to know that." Brittany said, "I like you Santana. A lot."
"Jesus, Brittany, you're not making this any easier for me." Santana said, running her fingers through her hair and groaning, "Look, I'm your boss and... If what happened on Friday were to happen again, it'd be so unprofessional. I can't get involved with my assistant, Brittany. It's so wrong."
"I get that." Brittany said, "But I still like you."
"Brittany,"
"Tell me you don't have feelings for me, and I'll stop." Brittany said, instantly becoming confident with what she was saying, "Tell me you don't feel the same way about me, then, we can pretend Friday never happened."
Santana sighed and looked at Brittany sitting infront of her, anticipating what she was going to say.
"I can't tell you that, though." Santana said, feeling hopeless in this situation. Brittany's face lit up and a beaming smile spread across her lips.
"Santana, I know that it's unprofessional if we were to be involved with each other but, no one has to know." Brittany said, "And, I really like kissing you. And I really like you. Really, really like you." Santana smiled out a laugh and nodded.
"I really like you too." Santana said, "And I really like kissing you too." Brittany smiled and bit her lip.
"So, can I kiss you again?" Brittany asked. Santana swallowed and stood up, walking around her desk and sitting at the edge of it, gesturing for Brittany to lean in. Brittany started leaning up and Santana leaned down toward Brittany. Brittany smiled into the kiss and softly stroked the latina's lower lip with her tongue. Santana smiled and gave Brittany entrance. Brittany let her tongue stroke the inside of Santana's mouth as she tilted her head to the side and put her hands on either side of Santana's face. The latina hummed and deepened the kiss before slowly pulling away.
"Mm, we're at work. Come back here during lunch, okay?" Santana said, causing the blonde to let out a tiny squeal before leaning back in and joining their lips. Brittany then smiled and pecked Santana's lips once more before getting up and walking toward the door.
"So, um, I'll see you at lunch?" Brittany asked, just to make sure the latina hadn't changed her mind in a time period of 10 seconds.
"See you at lunch." Santana confirmed with a smile. Brittany smiled, bit her lip and walked out. As soon as Brittany was gone, Santana stood up and walked over to her chair. She sat down, turned it toward the window and felt her chest tighten. She took deep breaths in and out, preventing herself from having a panic attack. It wasn't that big a deal that she was sort of involved with Brittany because she was her own boss and she could do what she liked but... It was gonna get so insanely complicated.
To calm herself down, Santana spun around in her chair and took a huge gulp of her coffee before lifting up her phone and dialing a number, listening as the phone rang.
'Don't hang up the phone, Santana.' She thought as she listened.
One ring.
'You have to do this.' She thought.
Two rings.
'She's not gonna answer.'
Three rings.
'Hang up. This isn't worth it.'
Four rin-
"Hola?" said the person on the other end. Santana sucked in a deep, much needed breath and spoke.
"Hola mami."
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In the bathroom, Brittany was pacing up and down. 15 minutes until lunch. She was nervous. This thing that may or may not be happening with Santana was exciting and, at the same time, extremely dangerous on her half. If Sebastian ever found out, he'd kill her. Literally.
She turned toward the sinks and splashed her face with the cold water. She kept splashing her face before looking up into the mirror and watching the cold water droplets fall off of her eye lashes and slide off her brows. She sighed and dried her face with a paper towel before making her way out of the bathroom.
5 minutes until lunch. She stood outside the bathroom, curling her fingers into the palms of her hands, over and over again as her thumbs stuck out and looked as though they were going into a spasm.
She then began moving her feet toward Santana's office. As soon as she got there, she stood outside the door and checked her watch. 1 minute. She knocked. Santana gave her entry and she slowly exhaled before opening the door and walking inside. Brittany saw Santana was concentrating on something on her computer when she walked in. She closed the door behind her and inhaled, catching the latina's attention. On her exhale, she smiled. Santana smiled back and stood up. She made her way over to Brittany and stopped right in front of the blonde. She hesitantly lifted her hands and rested them on the blondes neck.
"You've been crying." Brittany stated as Santana leaned in, noticing the redness of Santana's eyes. Brittany also noticed tear stains on Santana's cheeks.
"Um, yeah, but it's no big deal." Santana said, running the pads of her thumbs up and down Brittany's cheeks.
"What do you mean it's no big deal? You were crying. There must be something wrong." Brittany said, "Is it what's happening right now? Do you not want to do this?"
"What? No, of course it's not this." Santana said, "It's just... It's not this. It's personal. Okay?"
"You sure?" Brittany asked. Santana smiled and nodded, "Okay."
Santana leaned in again and brought their lips together. Brittany hummed into the kiss and wrapped her arms around Santana's waist, gently running her fingers over the brunette's lower back. Santana's hands didn't move from where they were. They stayed placed on Brittany's neck, her tan thumbs rubbing the blondes cheeks.
"We really shouldn't be doing this at work." Santana mumbled. Brittany sighed and nodded in understanding.
"You're totally right." she said, "But, to be honest, this is the only place we can do this. I can't go to your place anymore unless it's for work because Sebastian yelled at me on Sunday and you can't come to my place because he's always there." Santana sighed and clenched her jaw.
"Well, I'll figure something out." Santana said, "Kurt told me earlier that he wants to take you to lunch. So, I'll see you in half an hour, okay?"
"Oh... Okay." Brittany said with a nod and a small smile. Santana smiled too and pecked Brittany's nose.
"Go. I need to make a few calls anyways." Santana said, moving away from Brittany. Brittany smiled and nodded before opening the door.
"See you later?" Brittany asked, as if she was making sure that Santana still wanted to see her later.
"Yeah." Santana confirmed, "Later."
As soon as the blonde had left Santana's office, Santana sat at her desk and picked up her phone. She dialed a number and leaned back in her chair as the phone rang.
"Hello?" said a rough, Spanish, male voice on the other end. Santana smiled and felt relieved the man had answered.
"Thank God you answered." Santana said, "I need your help."
"Okay, what's going on?" the man answered.
"I need you and the boys to take care of something for me." Santana said before beginning to explain what she needed, "And I don't want you to kill him, just teach him a lesson."
"You got it." said the man. Santana smiled, "When do you want it done?"
"As soon as possible."
"Is tonight good?"
"Tonight's perfect." Santana said, "But, make sure he doesn't know who sent you and why you were sent. And if you mention Brittany, he'll hurt her. So don't even think about it. Just do what needs to be done and when he asks why just say 'You know why' and walk away. Okay? Don't mention Brittany."
"Don't stress. I got it." the man said.
"Okay, thank you." Santana said, "I'll see you next weekend. I love you."
"Love you too, sis."
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Sebastian was walking down an alley way, a dodgey one. He was looking around, clearly trying to find the guy that'd called him an hour earlier about some free drugs. He stood next to the blue dumpster and looked at his watch.
"Hey!" a loud, Spanish voice echoed down the alley, causing Sebastian's head to snap around in the direction of the voice, "Are you Sebastian Smythe?"
"Yes, sir. You the guy that called me?" Sebastian asked.
"Si." the man said, "My name is Eduardo."
"Yeah, yeah, that's great. Where's the stuff?" Sebastian asked, running the side of his pointer finger along the tip of his nose in a quick motion before holding out his hand. Eduardo smiled and craned his neck to behind him.
"Diego, Basillio, Javier!" Eduardo called, causing three tall, buff Spanish men to come walking toward them. Eduardo then turned his neck around and looked at Sebastian with a smirk on his face, "These are my brothers. Diego, Basillio, Javier, this is my friend Sebastian Smythe. He's the boy I tell you about."
"Boy?" Sebastian asked with a scoff, "I'm not a boy. I'm a man."
"Is that so?" Basillio, the tallest of the four and the strongest asked, "Well, let's see if this so called man can fight his own battles, boys."
"Wait.. What?" Sebastian asked before Basillio's fist made contact with his nose. His head was thrown back and his nose immediately started bleeding. He held his nose and looked at the four large Spanish men that were now surrounding him, "Who the fuck are you guys?"
"We are your worst nightmare." Diego hissed, getting closer until Sebastian was pushed up against the wall. Javier's hand gripped Sebastian's shirt and started sliding him up the wall, squeezing his neck, "Javier! Do not choke him! You will kill him!"
Javier let go of Sebastian's neck and he fell to the ground, sucking in as much air as he could. Basillio's foot made contact with Sebastian's stomach and then all four of them were kicking Sebastian. He let out screams of pain before Eduardo's fist slammed into his face and he was knocked out. Blood was dripping out of his nose and mouth as he lay on the ground, unconscious. Eduardo made sure there was still a pulse before signaling to his brothers to leave.
As soon as they were out of the alley, Basillio fished his phone out of his pocket and dialed a number.
"Santana?" he said, "It is done. He isn't dead. He is just unconscious. He shouldn't bother Brittany anymore, but, just to be sure, make sure she is safe." he held the phone to his ear for a while longer before smiling, "It's our pleasure. I hope everything works out, si? And we want to meet her... Si. Sleep well, 'tana. Goodnight."
He hung up the phone and tucked it into his pocket.
"I feel like a Long Island Ice Tea." Diego said. Javier, Eduardo and Basillio frowned, "What? Is my favorite drink."
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A/N: Sorry for the long wait. Will post the next chapter as soon as possible. Hope you liked it :)