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Sorry for the late update guys, I had an exam that lasted everyday last week so I couldn't work on this chapter like I wanted to. Anyway, I finally got to sit down and write it. I should have some more free time from now on as I have a much smaller workload to work with. More updates hopefully! Enjoy, and thanks to everybody who added this to favorites and story alerts. I appreciate it!
Santana had been a deep sleep for most of the day. She wasn't ready to wake up for a few more hours, but life had other plans. She could sense that Brittany had just entered the room and her body started waking her up. She felt the bed dip and when she finally opened her eyes, Brittany was straddling her.
"Hey, Britt-Britt. What time is it?" She asked sleepily as she rubbed the sleep out of her eyes.
Brittany smiled. "It's three 'o' clock San" She giggled.
"So?"
"So... why aren't you outside enjoying the sun?"
"Because I'm a night person. I like to sleep through the day. Anyway, I thought you were at you and Rachel's house."
"I was, but me and Rachel came here with Quinn because I really missed you"
"I missed you too, amante"
Brittany smiled down at her girlfriend and kissed her softly on the lips. She slipped under the covers and Santana wrapped her arms around her waist tightly and securely as they started making out. They were enjoying it until Brittany accidentally pressed her hand down on Santana's shoulder a little too much. Santana hissed in pain, trying her hardest not to bare her fangs.
"Oh God, are you OK San?" She asked as she pulled away, her hand over her mouth in shock. Santana held a hand up to her shoulder, trying to ease the pain.
"Yeah. Just caught my shoulder that's all"
This time Brittany wasn't buying it. "San..."
The Latina sighed and looked up at her girlfriend, whose face was etched with worry. "Last night, when me and Quinn went out, someone tried to annoy us and they kept on doing it until I punched them. It got out of hand and me and Quinn got beat up a little bit. But, it's nothing for you to worry about Britt. I'm OK She really hoped Brittany bought her excuse, as much as she hated lying to her.
"Aww, come here" She cooed, laying down next to the Latina She looked at Santana one last time before the girl turned over and she located the massive bruise that had appeared on the Latina's shoulder. "What happened here?" She asked, tracing the purple tinted skin with the softest of touches.
Santana glanced down at Brittany's wondering finger as she lay on her front. "My shoulder got dislocated last night and the guy who we were fighting punched me there too"
Brittany's face scrunched up with worry, tears welling in her eyes. "I hate when you get hurt." She mumbled, her face now buried in the crook of Santana's neck.
Santana turned over and scrunched her eyes together, trying to hold back tears. She hated when Brittany was worried about her. It ripped her insides apart just knowing that the blonde was upset, no matter how small or big.
"San, you OK?" She asked, sitting up slightly so that she could look into Santana's eyes.
"Yeah" She averted her eyes, trying not to meet Brittany's piercing eyes.
Brittany pulled her face towards her so that Santana was looking at her directly. "Do you want something San?" She asked, knowing that by the look in Santana's eyes, the Latina wanted something.
Santana moved back so that she was laying on her back once more and played with the edge of her tank top nervously. "San?" Brittany asked again.
"Can we make out again?" She asked quietly. Brittany smiled.
"Of course we can, silly" The blonde replied, pulling Santana towards her, closing the gap between their lips. Almost instantly she returned to her place straddling Santana's hips.
"Blaine? You said that you had something for me?" Santana asked as she sat down next to Tina in the tech room. She glanced at Tina and smiled before focusing her attentions back on Blaine.
"Yeah, but we need to act on it fast"
"Why? What is it?"
"The creeper we bought in, it's deteriorating fast. Me and Sam went to check up on it and found that it was eating its own arm. It's trying to feed itself so it's using its own body to do so. We didn't know what to do so we called you down here."
"Okay Artie, come with me. Quinn, I want you in there with me and Artie" The girl nodded in acknowledgement. "Puck, Blaine. I want you two guarding the door at all times. If I need you I'll call you. Kurt, Tina, I want you to keep both Rachel and Brittany occupied. I don't want them finding anything out. Got it?" Everybody nodded. "Now that's over with, everybody get to work. If you haven't got anything to do, just chill or do whatever. Just stay out of trouble. Let's go"
Santana got up with Quinn and Artie following closely behind. As they reached the door, they entered. Puck and Blaine took their positions outside the door and made sure to be ready for anything.
"Right, so me and Quinn are gonna hold it down and I want you to pull that jacket off. It may be our clue to finding this loner kid. Got it legs?" Artie nodded and got ready. Santana glanced over at Quinn who gave her a fang-filled grin. Santana grinned back and pulled off her hoody, revealing a black tank top underneath. "Ready?" She asked Quinn, who had just taken her own hoody off.
"Let's go!" She smiled, ready to help.
"Come on" Santana walked up to the creeper that was chained to the wall. "A la mierda apesta. Criatura inútil! Espero no estar tan desesperado por querer a mí mismo comer! Joder!" She gasped, covering her nose. It smelt really bad. The smell of rotten flesh still freaked her out, no matter how old she was. Quinn did the the same, covering her nose at the stench. "Come on. Let's get this over with" Santana stated, getting ready to pin it down.
"Right" Quinn said, readying herself on the other side of the creeper.
Santana nodded in acknowledgement. She looked down at the creeper, which was looking up at her sadly. She ignored the look quickly and focused on the task at hand.
"On the count of three. One... two... three!" Santana and Quinn lunged forward and grabbed the creeper, holding it in place as it tried to fight them off. Artie ran forward as fast as his prosthetic legs would take him and grabbed the jacket. He pulled it off quickly and stood back as Santana and Quinn got ready to let go of it. "Quinn, as soon as you let go, dash. I don't wanna get caught by this hijo de puta! Ready?"
Quinn nodded and on another count of three, the two women let go, jumping back as the creature lashed out at them from its chained place on the floor.
"Fuck!" Quinn gasped, bearing her fangs in defense as the creepers chin opened revealing its nasty insides.
"Maldita perra!" Santana cussed, her fangs out in defense also. She turned to Artie. "You got it?"
Artie smiled, bearing his fangs and threw the jacket at the Latina.
"Thanks" She said, smiling.
"No problem."
Santana took one look at Artie's expression and knew exactly what he wanted. "Go on. Do whatever you want. Just make sure that you leave the body in tact. I wanna do a group study session when that thing is dead. Find a way to kill it without destroying the body. I'm counting on you Abrams, because I'll be damned if I'm going down to those fucking sewers again. Right Q?" Quinn nodded. "See you later legs, let me know when you're ready to study this thing. I'm out of here. I need to go find Britts."
"I need to find Rach." Quinn agreed. Artie flashed them both an evil smile before they threw their hoody's on and left him alone in the room.
"Keep an eye on Abrams."
"Got it" Puck agreed as the two women walked off in search of their girlfriends.
Santana popped into the tech room where Sam and Mike were working and handed them the jacket they had just obtained. She then left with Quinn to find their girlfriends.
Santana and Quinn entered the cinema room where Kurt, Rachel, Brittany and Tina were all chatting and watching TV. Quinn grinned and joined Rachel on the couch that she was sat on.
"Hey" Quinn greeted, kissing Rachel softly.
The brunette turned her attentions from the TV to Quinn and gave the blonde her full attention. "Hey" She mirrored, leaning up slightly to kiss her girlfriend.
Santana looked at Brittany who was sat on another couch. The blonde took up one seat whilst her cat took up the other. Santana approached and when she tried moving the large cat, it hissed at her and tried to attack her again. Santana shook her head and left the room as quickly as she had entered it. She stalked the halls until she reached the kitchen, deciding that she would eat to calm herself down. As she spread out all that she would need for a sandwich on the counter top, she felt a pair of arms slip around her waist from behind.
"Why did you leave?" Brittany asked, resting her head on Santana's shoulder.
"Your cat. Again." Santana sighed, reaching for the sandwich roll on the counter top in front of her.
"I'm sorry San" Brittany said as she put the hood up over Santana's head so that she could nuzzle her nose between the Latina's shoulder blades.
"Nah, don't worry about it Britt" She smiled when she felt Brittany kiss in between her shoulder blades.
"What are you doing?" Brittany asked, peering over Santana's shoulder once more.
"I was going to make a sandwich." Santana sighed. Their comfortable moment to themselves was broken when a very loud Quinn entered the room with a very loud Rachel in tow.
"I needs my bacon Rach!" Quinn yelled, speed walking towards the fridge.
"Come on Quinn, are you that hungry?"
"I need it. Don't question my love for bacon. Ever. You should know me by now Rach."
"I do, but do you always need to eat it as a snack Quinn?"
"Yes"
Rachel huffed and placed both hands on her hips as she watched Quinn raid the fridge. "Lucy Quinn Fabray!"
Quinn froze in her tracks. She knew she was in trouble when Rachel used her whole name. She turned sheepishly away from the fridge to face her diva of a girlfriend.
"Yes, honey?" She asked.
"Step away from the fridge Quinn"
Santana and Brittany watched as Quinn stepped away from the fridge and closer to Rachel.
"Please, Rach. I really need it! I'm so hungry. I haven't eaten all day." Quinn pleaded.
Santana turned her head slightly so that she could whisper in Brittany's ear. "Uh oh... Quinn's pleading. This is not gonna go down well"
Brittany smiled and kissed Santana's ear before whispering her response. "Yeah, Rachel's definitely in trouble now" She giggled, kissing Santana's ear again.
Rachel studied Quinn suspiciously. She knew she couldn't resist the look that Quinn was giving her. It was as if the couple were so focused on themselves, that they didn't notice that Brittany and Santana were also in the room with them.
"Rach, are you sure you wanna get in the way of me and my bacon?" Quinn asked.
Rachel sighed, not knowing at all what to do.
"I've suddenly changed my mind. You wanna go out and get something to eat? Maybe have some time to ourselves?" Santana whispered. Brittany smiled and kissed the Latina's ear in response.
"Yeah"
"OK, let's go"
Santana and Brittany slipped out of the room and left hand in hand. When they reached the street, Santana turned to Brittany, wrapping her arms around the blonde's waist tightly.
"What do you wanna eat?" She asked.
Brittany's face scrunched up in her cute way when she thought deeply. "How about that cute little diner by the docks that we sometimes go to?"
"The one that Sugar owns?" She asked. The diner in question was run by one of Santana's close friends, Sugar. Who was also a vampire just like Santana and her team. The two went way back, but Brittany didn't know that.
"Yeah! And then we can take a walk down by the docks and watch the sun finally set!"
Santana smiled at Brittany's optimism. "Of course. Whatever you want Britt-Britt."
The two entered Sugar's diner. They ordered to go and walked down onto the boardwalk. Santana sat down on one of the abandoned benches and smiled when Brittany snuggled up close to her as they ate.
"What are you thinking about?" Santana asked as Brittany curled up to her once they had finished eating.
"Why do you always sleep through the day and stay up the whole night? Are you like a vampire or something."
Santana's breathing hitched and she tried not to gasp. "O-of course not. Why would you ask that?"
"It's just that I've always found it weird, I guess. You do sleep all the way through the day San"
"I guess I'm just a night person, like I said before."
"What about Mercedes, Tina, Quinn and everybody else? It seems as if me and Rachel are always up through the day and you guys aren't. I just don't get it."
There was Brittany and her people reading skills again, Santana thought. She pondered on what to say.
"We're all night people I guess. No biggie." Brittany sighed. "Britt, you OK? You seem distracted."
"I guess I am. I just found it weird that I didn't wake up by your side this morning, that's all. I guess it set my day off wrong. Rachel's fine because she woke up beside Quinn. I was a little upset they got to wake up together and not us. You know I hate it when you're not in the bed beside me. I'm sorry, it's just my stupid thoughts. I'll shut up now" Brittany averted her gaze away from Santana towards the view in front of them.
"Hey, none of that" Santana said, lifting up Brittany's face so that she could meet the blonde's gaze. "I know better than anyone that you're not stupid. Your far from it. To me, Britt, you are one of the smartest people I know. Don't ever forget that. Anyway, what's this about waking up wrong? If that's the case, all you need to do is ask Britt. I know its unusual that we don't wake up together, and I was really tired last night. But, if you want we can sleep at you and Rachel's house if you want some alone time and to feel at home. How's that sound?"
Brittany looked up at her girlfriend and smiled, her eyes watering slightly with tears of pure love. "I love you" She smiled, leaning up and kissing Santana.
"So that's a yes?"
Brittany giggled and kissed Santana again. "Yes"
"OK" Santana grinned, leaning in and kissing Brittany back once more.
Quinn was sat on the dock wall, letting her feet dangle above the choppy waters below. She was deadly silent as she watched the sun set on the horizon. She had come out here soon after Rachel had refused to let her eat what she wanted. It didn't help that Quinn was cranky as she hadn't fed in a while. She stared out at the view in front of her, trying to let her frustration go, to no such luck. She knew that Rachel was only trying to help. She had been consuming a little too much bacon for Rachel's liking, but she couldn't help it. If she couldn't feed, she had the next best thing. And to Rachel, the brunette could tolerate only a certain amount of meat-eating before she snapped at her blonde girlfriend.
Quinn felt a familiar presence before she actually saw it. She knew exactly who it was but didn't acknowledge them, instead just staring out at the sea.
"Hey" Rachel said timidly, sitting down next to Quinn and letting her legs dangle over the wall as well. "I-"
"Rach, don't. Just... don't. Please" Quinn wasn't in the mood to fight, and she definitely didn't want Rachel's pity.
"Quinn, I'm sorry. I overreacted."
"Yeah, you definitely did. Rach, why have you gotta be on my back all the time? I know you're vegan, but come on. I eat differently to you. I just don't see why you've gotta be on my back all the time about it. It's not hurting you to let me have some of what I love."
"I know, and I'm sorry. I just can't help myself sometimes Quinn. It's just that lately, I've noticed that your eating habits have changed." Rachel said, wringing her hands nervously in her lap.
Quinn froze, feeling ice starting to settle in the pit of her stomach. If Rachel was on to something, then she knew she was screwed. "What do you mean?" She asked nervously.
"Well, you seem to be eating more and more meat and I guess that's what's getting to me so much. You also seem to be a little more irritable lately. Is something wrong? Are you OK?"
"I'm fine. It's just that... that..." Quinn stuttered nervously.
"What Quinn?" Rachel urged.
"I guess I'm just anxious lately. What the hell for, I don't know. I think I'm frustrated."
"About what?" Rachel asked, now stroking Quinn's hair with her right hand, her other one still resting in her lap.
"I don't know. I just need to find a way to release from all of this stress that goes on everyday, that's all." Quinn sighed, feeling slightly more relaxed as Rachel ran her soft, delicate fingers through her hair.
Rachel thought for a few seconds before returning to stroke Quinn's hair. "Well, how about I go and make you a bacon sandwich as a sorry and then we sit down, as a couple, and think of some ways in which you can release your tension? Does that sound good, baby?" Rachel asked. Quinn smiled at the term of endearment that Rachel used. It never failed to give her butterflies in her stomach. The blonde smiled and lent in closer next to her girlfriend and rested her head on her shoulder, letting Rachel continue to stroke her hair soothingly.
"That sounds good. Thank you" She smiled, leaning up to kiss Rachel before returning her head to the brunette's shoulder.
"No problem, baby" She said, kissing the top of Quinn's head as they watched the sun finally set.
Brittany and Santana laughed as they entered the warehouse with their arms slung over each other's shoulders.
"What's got you two all happy?" Kurt asked as the two walked past him.
Brittany tried catching her breath before she answered. "Oh..." She tried not to break out in giggles again. Santana was making it extremely hard for her not to. "We were just laughing at how stupid we can be sometimes as a group. We were laughing at all the funny things we've done together as a couple as well."
"Okaaaaay" Kurt dragged out, walking away to find his boyfriend.
"Come on Britt, let's go get my duffel bag" Santana said, still giggling.
"Hold that thought Satan" Mercedes interrupted.
"What for?" She asked, still resting her arm firmly around Brittany's shoulders.
"Tina, Mike and Artie wanna talk to you."
"OK. Britt, babe. Go upstairs and find your cat. I'll be up in a minute" Santana said as she instantly sobered up.
"OK" Brittany agreed, kissing Santana softly before running up the stairs.
"You two are sickly cute together, you know that?" Mercedes laughed.
"Why don't you go find your boyfriend Trouty Mouth and be 'sickly sweet' with him, huh?" Santana evilly grinned as she walked past the diva.
"I love you too Satan"
"I know you do 'Cedes, I know you do. It's just 'cause I'm awesome!" Santana yelled as she turned the corner out of sight.
Santana made her way down towards what the team called 'the lab'. Whenever you wanted to find Artie, he was always here. It doubled up as the teams medical center when they needed medical attention. She already smelt the hospital-like smell as she moved down the corridor.
"What have you got for me guys?" She asked, entering the lab.
Artie grinned to himself proudly. "A brain-dead creeper, and some information on our guy"
"How in the hell did you make a creeper brain-dead? Is that even possible?" She asked in disbelief as she crossed her arms over her chest.
"Trust me, you don't wanna know. All you need to know, is that when you're ready, we can test on it all you like. We can then get a good look at it and find some of its weaknesses."
"I trust you Abrams. If you say it's brain-dead, that's all I need to know." She turned to Tina and Mike. "So, what have you got for me Asian Fusion?"
Tina smiled at Mike and he looked at Santana. "Me and Sam saved Tina some work. It wasn't that hard actually. The jacket belongs to this kid called Rory Flanagan. Left his bus pass. I understand he's supposedly the guy who tailed you, so it's connected to our current investigation."
"Yeah, it's the same guy, S. I have his address and we can stake him out tomorrow if you want" Tina offered.
"Cool. Thanks you guys" Tina and Mike beamed at each other. "Me and Quinn will stake him out tomorrow. Looks like a bit of day work is in order. I don't know what Britt and Rachel have planned tomorrow but I'll text you when I know. I'm staying at their house so I'll leave with Quinn and go straight to this guys house. Tina, make sure that you guys have him on street surveillance. Give Sugar a call and see what she can do. I wanna know if he pulls something between now and tomorrow. You guys got it?"
The three of them nodded at their leader. "Yeah, go enjoy some time with your woman" Mike grinned, patting Santana on the shoulder as he made to leave the room.
"Amen to that" Artie praised, doing his soulful hand in the air. Santana and Tina smiled.
"Yeah, go enjoy some time with Britt, S. God knows you need it" Tina said, hugging Santana.
"Thanks. I will. Bye guys. Text me if you need anything."
"Will do" They said at the same time. Santana grinned and left the room. When she reached the main area, she saw Blaine with his boyfriend talking as they sat on one of the many couches.
"Yo, Alpha, you seen Fabray and Berry?"
Blaine grinned at Santana's nickname for him. "Yeah, I think their out back talking or something."
"Thanks. See you later. Bye." She made her way over to the back door that led straight out onto their own personal dock. "Yo, Faberry, you staying here tonight?" She asked the couple.
Quinn didn't move from her place against Rachel's shoulder. "What are you doing?" The blonde asked.
"Going to Rach and Britt's house, you in, or are you just gonna sit there and be all lovey-dovey?"
"I am here Santana" Rachel protested, still combing her fingers through Quinn's soft hair.
"I know. Hi Rachel. Anyway, you two coming or not?"
"You up for it Rach?" Quinn asked, slightly craning her neck up to look at her girlfriend.
"Yes. Definitely."
"OK, we're coming. When are you leaving?" Quinn asked.
"I'm gonna go find Britt and then we should be good."
"We'll see you out front in five minutes" Quinn stated, snuggling closer into Rachel.
"Whatever" Santana laughed, amazed at how quickly Quinn could go from being a total bad-ass to a total softy. She turned around and went to find her girlfriend.
Brittany giggled as she ran out of her en-suite bathroom and jumped onto the bed where Santana was reading a magazine.
"Woah, you OK Britt? You haven't been on the blue m&m's again have you?" She asked, still reading, a small smiled tugging at the corners of her mouth.
"No. Rachel got rid of all the blue ones when we bought them last. She knows what they do to me. Anyway, What are you doing?" She asked, lowering Santana's magazine with a single finger.
Santana playfully glared at the blonde through her glasses. "Reading, Britt-Britt"
"I know that, but what?"
"Something boring." Santana sighed, taking her glasses off and placing them on the nightstand along with the magazine.
"No, keep your glasses on. They look sexy" Brittany grinned, leaning over Santana to retrieve the glasses.
"I bet they look even sexier on you" Santana playfully suggested. Brittany looked down at the glasses in her hands. She had a thought cross her mind and turned away from Santana. "Hey, what are you doing?" The Latina asked, her tone becoming serious when Brittany turned away from her.
"Hold on a sec"
Santana looked at her girlfriend uneasily. "OK" she replied warily, not ready for what her girlfriend was planning.
Brittany suddenly turned around with the glasses now on her face and her pointer finger pressed against the side of her head. "The sum of the square roots of the two sides of an isosceles triangle is equal to the square root of the opposing side."
Santana burst out laughing, clutching her sides tightly. "It's a right triangle Britt" She laughed.
Brittany lowered her head in sadness. The Latina pulled Brittany towards her, holding her tightly. "You do know you just pulled off one of my favorite ever Simpsons quotes, don't you?" She chuckled, trying to cheer the blonde girl up.
"Really?" She asked as she suddenly lit up.
"Yeah, right on point. I love you so much"
Brittany smiled and lent up closer to her girlfriend, their lips nearly touching. "I love you too." She smiled, kissing the Latina softly in appreciation.
Santana pulled away slightly. "You definitely look way sexier in those glasses"
"Maybe, but you don't look half as bad in them either, Lopez" She chuckled, feeling Santana's arms encircle her waist and pull her closer.
TBC (Get my Simpsons quote? Perfect opportunity, lol)