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Fallout

Chapter 4: Holy Crap I Woke Up a Sex Demon

"Baby will you please just eat your food?" Santana watches Brittany from across the table, who is just staring at a bowl of soup in front of her. "Please Britt… at least eat some of it." This has been going on for days now, Brittany would spend hours just staring at her food until it got cold, but for some reason she wouldn't eat any of it. Santana had to practically beg her to drink water.

"I'm not hungry…" Brittany says as she stirs the broth around. She didn't want to eat, because it wasn't like she could keep any of it down. And the thought of throwing it up later only reinforced her decision to not eat. She was getting tired of being up close and personal with a toilet, it just seemed easier to not eat in Brittany's mind.

Santana lets of a breath of frustration. "Brittany… you haven't eaten more than four bites of any meal all week, how can you not be hungry?" Brittany shrugs. It started to get dark in Megaton, soon the children of atom would come inside to eat. Santana had hoped to be out of their way before that. "Please… Brittany at least drink the broth… you need to keep your strength otherwise you'll just get sicker than you already are." Brittany slams down her spoon, another thing that had developed over the last couple of days was Brittany's mood swings. Her emotions would spike like crazy and it was usually Santana that would get the brunt of it.

"Why don't you eat it!" She yells across the table. "I told you I wasn't hungry, why can't you just trust me to eat when I'm hungry!" She pushes the bowl away from her. Santana waits a minute she tries to hold back her tears, but it's too late, she looks at her friend with tear stained eyes trying to show her that she was just trying to help. She couldn't stand seeing Brittany becoming weaker and weaker over the last couple days. It was killing her that Brittany just ignored her pleas. She was tried and the weight of this situation was being to wear on her emotions as well. She stands from the table without saying another word to the blonde, and walks up the stairs to the attic. When Santana closes the door to the attic she pretty much collapses on the bed and lets her emotions take over. She has never felt so out of control in her life, all she wanted was for her friend to eat something with nutrients. She cries so hard that in the end she gives herself the hiccups. Then she hears the door open. She doesn't turn to see who it is, she just decides to focus on regaining control of her body so she damn hiccups would go away. She feels the bed dip behind her then long arms wrap around her.

"I-I'm sorry." Brittany says quietly. Santana just looks at the wall she can't think of anything to say to the blonde that she already hadn't said over the last few days. "I ate the rest of the noodles." She says in her quiet voice. Trying to get some sort of acknowledgment from Santana, but is still met with the silent treatment. "I know you're mad-"

"I'm not mad at you," Santana interrupts, "I just… I don't want you to get sick. You need to eat even if you throw it up 10 minutes later… some of the nutrients will still get into your system."

"I know." Brittany says, she had heard the speech numerous times now.

"Then why do you fight me every time I tell you? It's killing me that you're just giving up." Brittany pulls away from Santana, she looks shocked by the statement.

"I'm not giving up." She says in a shocked voice.

"I don't want to lose you…" Santana says quietly still looking at the wall.

"I'm not giving up!" Brittany says a little louder this time. "I know this is taking a toll on you as well, but I'm not giving up. And for you to say I am…" Brittany's hurt, she thought she was getting better, she was just having trouble keeping food down. Why couldn't Santana see how hard she was fighting, why did it feel like she was losing the love of her life over something like food. "I'll eat more okay, even if it comes back up… I promise." Brittany says after a moment. Santana finally turns around to face the blonde, she could see the determination in Brittany's face, she wanted to prove her wrong, and she was going to try harder to do so. Santana reaches up and caresses one of Brittany's cheeks. It was almost as if the old Brittany she knew, and loved was back, and was just waiting to make an entrance.

"I believe you… " Santana says in a loving voice, she then pulls the blonde back down on the bed. "Now let's get some sleep before those crazy church goers start praying and keep us up all night, okay?" Brittany pulls a blanket over the two of them, and then leans forward to place a kiss on the back of Santana's neck. Santana rolls back over to face Brittany, so she can hold her girl in her arms. She snuggles into the blonde and they fall asleep in each other's arms. That was until Brittany woke up, and sprinted out of the attic. A process in which woke both Santana and Quinn, who must have snuck into the room at some point. Santana gets up from the bed and follows Brittany, knowing where she would be. The bathroom where she'd been puking any remnants of noodle soup into the grungy toilet bowl. Santana flicks on the light as she enters the dingy bathroom only to find Brittany on her knees holding onto the bowl of the toilet as her body shakes violently. She was dry heaving, which meant her stomach was now completely empty. Santana kneels down behind her and pulls her hair back, she then rubs the girl's back, trying to get the girl to relax so she stops dry heaving. It must work, because now Brittany is resting her forehead on the toilet seat trying to catch her breath. She then wipes any chucks from her face with the back of her hand. She looks exhausted.

"This sucks…" Brittany's say with a groan. She was getting sick and tired of getting all up close and personal with the toilet throne. She only wanted to be this close with Santana, and she was sure Santana wouldn't appreciate being thrown up on.

"Hey… do you want to brush your teeth?" Santana says after a minute. She helps the girl to her feet and flushes the Jon in the process, then she leads her sick friend over to a sink. She had grabbed Brittany's tooth brush, knowing very well the girl would need it. Brittany eagerly brushed the residue taste from her mouth. After she cleaned herself up enough she turns to notice Santana looking at her pipboy. It was 5:30 in the morning. "Do you want to watch the sun rise this morning?" She asks the blonde. Brittany's face instantly brightens, watching the sun rise was now her favorite thing to do in the morning. Quinn and Rachel had shown them shortly after they'd arrived in Megaton, that the sun indeed raises in the east and sets in the west. Something they had only read about in books, and had never experienced while living in the vault. They make their way outside and up some of the ramps in the town to get to the highest viewpoint you could find in Megaton without having to go outside the walls. Brittany was in awe as the sun beams up over the horizon, she could practically feel its rays hit her skin, and warmed her. Santana watched as Brittany smiled her megawatt smile, putting the sun to shame in the process. She couldn't think of anything that could outshine a Brittany smile, and her smile was the only thing that mattered to Santana.

"Look San… isn't it beautiful?" She points at the sun.

"Yes it is." Santana says, she isn't staring at the sun, but at her friend instead. Brittany blushes when she notices she isn't talking about the sun. She wraps her arms around her friend and pulls her into a warm hug. Below them the town was starting to come alive. People were staggering from the bars or coming out of the common house.

Brittany noticed some of the Brahmin herders below were feeding their herds. She points down at them. "Can we go and see them this morning?" She asks with puppy dog eyes. There is no known way to actually say no to Brittany, so instead Santana starts to climb down from the observation point. She helps Brittany as well, then they make their way back down to the town below. Brittany practically runs into the fence, she thought the cows were awesome. Santana on the other hand stands a couple feet from the fence. She didn't enjoy the Brahmin as much as Brittany. They were just too freaky for her. She did enjoy watching Brittany though, it was the first time in a long time the blonde bounded around.

'She's getting better.'

After saying goodbye to the cows, Santana leads the blonde back towards the Church, most of the followers would be up by now so they might as well go see if Quinn was up.

"Good morning girls." A man calls to them as they enter the building. It was Quinn's father. They had been introduced to him a couple of days ago. Santana didn't really like him, there was just something off about him, and she was learning to listen to her gut feeling, especially when it came to people.

"Good morning Mr. Fabray." The girls said in unison.

"What are you two doing up so early in the morning?" He asks suspiciously.

"We just wanted to watch the sunrise." Santana says, Quinn's dad didn't know that they were from the vault, and she was going to make sure it stayed that way.

"Well isn't that nice, well since you guys are up, are you planning on joining us for Morning Prayer?" He says all too excitedly.

'Um no.' Santana thinks. 'That was the one downside to living down here, the Children of Atom were now forcing their beliefs on us since we decided to stay here. At first it was like very discrete but now they were inviting us at every moment to get involved. It was hard to tell them to back the fuck off since they were letting us stay here for free.' "Um… we might have to put a rain check on that… I'm going to take Brittany to the doctor this morning right after we bathe and eat breakfast. Right Brittany?" She nudges the blonde who is busy staring at the guy's hair.

"Oh… right… we've got a lot to do." She says, but isn't really sure what she'd agreed to. Santana practically pulls Brittany up the stairs. They enter the attic and come face to face with a very naked Quinn.

Quinn shrieks and tries to cover herself as best as she can. "Don't you two knock!" she yells at Brittany and Santana. Quinn was still not use to her roommates coming and going as they pleased. Santana looks away from the blushing blonde trying to give her some privacy as she tried to pull on her clothes. Brittany on the other hand smiled, and didn't look away from the shorter blonde, giving Quinn a very shameless once over in the process. "Brittany… do you mind?" Quinn says as she attempts to pull her shirt over her head.

"Do I mind what?" Quinn rolls her eyes after she pulls on her pants, she was getting used to the blonde's crazy antics. "Oh… you mean… do I mind seeing you naked? Not really, I can see why Rachel likes you so much… Santana did-"

"Brittany!" Both Quinn and Santana say at the same time. Santana gives her friend a harsh stare.

"Oh I didn't mean I didn't want to see you naked San… I mean it's my favorite thing ever, I'm just saying, Quinn has a nice body, and should walk around naked more often. It's just a compliment."

"We'll wait for you outside." Santana pulls Brittany out of the room so Quinn can finish dressing alone. Brittany's a little confused on why the young Latina seemed angry with her, she was only speaking the truth, Quinn was hot, what was wrong with that? "Come on we'll grab some breakfast before we get ready for today." Brittany was about to object, but as soon as she was about to say she wasn't hungry she remembered she was going to try harder. So she bites back her words and follows Santana downstairs to the common area. Santana was happy she didn't have to fight with Brittany this morning. Brittany ate everything on her plate without making a fuss about it. She even drank two glasses of water.

Brittany just hoped that she wouldn't be gripping the toilet bowl in 10 minutes. 'I hate that damn toilet.' She thinks as she washes down the last bit of food with water. After breakfast they both went up to change into their slightly cleaner Wastelander outfits. Quinn had already left to see Rachel this morning, which gave the girls some much needed privacy. Brittany loved the way Santana would run her fingers through her hair, or down her neck.

"So you must be feeling a little better this morning huh?" Santana says as she continues to run her fingertips through the girl's hair. She notices the lazy smile on the blonde face, she was obviously enjoying the massage. Brittany shrugs at the question, she really didn't know how she felt. Whenever she got sick it has been usually while she was sleeping.

"Well I'm not clutching the toilet just yet, so that's a good start right."

Santana smiles, Brittany was indeed beginning to sound like her old self again."Yes, I suppose that's a good sign." Brittany sits up and turns to look at Santana, she wanted to show her that she was getting better, and that she didn't have to worry about her so much. Instead she leans in and kisses Santana, who immediately returned the kiss. What had started out as a simple kiss turned into something more, and before Santana could protest both her and Brittany's top were off. Brittany was hovering over her, kissing her way down Santana's tone body. Santana can't help but moan as the girl's lips grazed over her hardened nipple. She couldn't believe this was actually happening, and even though a part of her said it was wrong or too soon she really didn't want to listen to them.

'It couldn't be wrong if Brittany was setting the pace right? If it was too soon she would have stopped me by now.' Whatever internal battle Santana was fighting in the end she sided with the side that had gotten her out of her bra without her even realizing it. She felt like she was about to combust, and she was in no way pure. However, sex had never felt like this before. Maybe because sex had never felt like more than a chore to her before now. Back in the vault whenever she'd slept with Puck it was just to keep him away from Brittany, there were no feelings between them. She had always felt so empty after he was done flopping around on top of her, even when by some miracle he'd make her cum. 'It was better with feelings.' There had never been this kind of heat, or this feeling of need. Whatever Brittany was doing to her made her want more. Santana practically growls when Brittany pulls away from her. Brittany smirks she'd definitely felt the heat, but she'd wanted to appreciate her work before she indulged. Santana was practically squirming underneath her, trying to desperately get some sort of release.

"Look who's impatient." Brittany gleams above her. Santana lets out a pout, she never thought Brittany would be a tease.

"Please Britt… I need you." Santana confessed as she pulled the blonde back down to her lips. Kissing the girl fiercely trying to show Brittany how serious she was. Brittany smiled into the kiss, she felt Santana's hips start to move against her. Brittany lets out a small growl as she started trailing her kisses back down the column of the Latina's neck. She licked and nipped at the girl's collarbone while her fingers were teasing the girl's darkened nipples. Santana almost cry's out in pleasure, she holds it back, trying to make sure no one hears them. These houses were only made out of sheet metal, and weren't very sound proof. She feels the blonde's fingers moving down to her knees. The blonde manages to rid them of the rest of their clothes before settling back down on top of the Latina. Again she feels Brittany massaging her breast, taking her nipples between her thumb and forefinger and tweaking them ever so slightly. Santana's moans were now being swallowed by the blonde's lips. Her nails were raking themselves down her lover's back, she moaned again as Brittany's luxurious lips attached themselves around her left darkened bud, she felt her teeth tweak it, sending shivers of pleasure through Santana's body. And that's all it took to crack Santana."Fuck, Britt… take me now." She lets out in a small moan. Brittany releases Santana's breasts and starts to lower herself. Trailing open-mouthed kisses down the brunette's flexing abs. Santana's muscles fluttering with each swipe of Brittany's tongue. She felt the blonde run her hands over her hip bones just to feel how smooth they actually were, and then felt them run down her legs, spreading them further apart. Brittany brought her mouth down, and ran her tongue through the moist center. She hears Santana gasp below her. Santana arches off the bed when Brittany swipes her again, this time with more forceful swipes. She flicks her clit with the tip of her tongue before she crawls back up the girl's body. Her mouth was replaced by her middle and ring finger, which were now sliding through the girl's slick center, giving Santana just enough, but still withholding her from release.

"I wanted you… to be my first." Brittany whispers into Santana's ear. She doesn't want to kill the mood so she begins trailing kisses along her ear lobe. "I've wanted to know what you taste like. What… what you feel like…" she whispers before she slides her two fingers deep inside Santana. Curling them upward firmly as she drew them back slowly. She pushed in again as she suckled Santana's earlobe. "And you know what?" She husks. Santana was having a hard time breathing and Brittany's dirty talk wasn't helping either. Then she feels Britt press down on her clit again with each tortuously slow pulse of her long fingers inside of her.

Santana's nails dig into Brittany's back in desperation… she then rasps out "…w-hat?..." This was more difficult than she thought should be. Brittany grins at the whimper in the Latina's voice.

"You did not disappoint." She says hotly against Santana's earlobe. The blonde begins a steady increase in her pace, studying how the brunette's body began to tense as she reached a furious pace, her palm slapping hard against the sensitive bundle of nerves. Santana closed her eyes, and threw her head back, but kept her hands busy. Blindly she slid her hands in between the blonde's legs. Her fingers fumbled in the wetness she found there but quickly found what they were looking for, making Brittany gasp above her.

"Fuck." Brittany rested her forehead against Santana's and closed her eyes. "That feels so good." She rocked her hips in time with Santana's. Santana can't help but moan and grunt in pleasure, which then lead into whimpers and shaky gasps as she neared her orgasm.

"Yes… so close, baby. I'm so close." She quickened her pace with her fingers, silently begging Brittany to do the 's forearms burned but she bit her lip and pushed harder into Santana, trying to give her that release. As her ecstasy took her, Brittany grew more forceful with her thrusts, sending Santana closer to her edge. Her blue eyes watched as the Latina withdrew her hands from her own center and stuck them in her own mouth, sucking all of Brittany's essence off of them. She moans at the taste."You taste so good." Santana rasps. Brittany leaned forward and captured the brunette's lips with her own, she moaned at the taste of herself still on the Latina's tongue. She then lowered herself back down between the Latina's thighs and sucked her clit between her couldn't help but buck her hips every time the blondes tongue runs itself over her sensitive nerves, Brittany's tongue was now matching the relentless pace of the fingers that were still inside her. That's when she feels the pull deep in the pit of her stomach and then the sudden burst of relief that causes her to scream out Brittany's name. Her toes curl her body shook uncontrollably her arms grasped desperately around Brittany, pulling the blonde down against her. It was perfect. She then felt Brittany's lips on her again… kissing her neck gently as she came down from her high. She was still lost in pleasure, floating outside her body, basking in bliss. "Holy fuck." Was all Santana could say once she was able to speak again. "Just… holy fuck. That was… amazing." She opens her eyes and looks at the blonde still hovering above her. "Where… h-how?" She wanted to know where Brittany had learnt all of the techniques she had just used on her. Brittany gleams, she was happy she'd done it right. She then lies down next to Santana, burrowing her face into Santana's neck. She listens to Santana's heart beat as it begins to slow down.

"So I did good?" Brittany asks in pure innocents.

"Um… yeah… I thought the earth shattering orgasm gave that away." Santana says. She was still trying to wrap her mind around what just happened. "But I don't… when?"

"Where did I learn everything from?" She asks Santana's question for her. "Rachel… it was when you and Quinn went out to get us food. I was curious and needed something to distract me… she had some very good advice, and I had a lot of questions." She says licking the bottom of the girl's jaw.

"Well remind me to thank Rachel the next time we see her… I mean my god… but you didn't…"

"No but that's okay… next time you can pitch."

"Pitch?" Santana asks in confusion.

"I have no idea what it means… Rachel said something about pitching or topping, turns out she's a topper." Brittany says with a grin.

"Yeah… so I've heard." She remembered the brief conversation she had with Quinn when they had first moved into the church. "That reminds me… we should probably get cleaned up before someone comes looking for us. I'm sure they don't want to see two naked girls basking in bed."

Brittany nudges Santana with her shoulder. "Speak for yourself, I'd pay to walk in on us in compromising positions." Santana laughs loudly.

"I for one… am strongly against any outsiders getting an eye full of what just happened in this bed. In fact I think we shouldn't tell Quinn that we just had sex in her amazingly noisy bed."

Brittany giggles again. "I'm sure we won't have to tell her… she'll probably just smell it…"

"Ew… gross… Britt that's not funny." Brittany laughs harder.

"Come on… let's get dressed before someone crashes in here… like Quinn's dad or something."

With some effort they were able to put their clothes back on, they were just about to grab their towels to go a bathe when the attic door opened.

Quinn is practically pulling Rachel through the door.

"That's enough… I'm not going to act like it doesn't bother me anymore Rachel!" Quinn shuts the door, she looks to Santana and Brittany who look confused. "I'm not letting you go back to that place, don't you get it. Every single night I pray that the next day you'll still be alive. Every night… don't you get it… I love you, and I've had enough of that man exploiting you for any of that filth that walks through his door."

Santana notices the bruises on the girl's arms, then she notices the black eye she was now sporting. Quinn sits Rachel down on the cot and then kneels down in front of the crying girl. She moves the long brown locks of hair from the girls face then pulls the tiny diva into a hug.

"I-m… sorry…" Rachel stutters through ragged breaths.

"No… this isn't your fault Rachel don't you get it… but I can't have you working there okay… I can't…" Quinn ends in a whisper. Santana and Brittany don't really know what's going on but they stay for support. After a couple minutes Rachel looks at them in confusion.

"You guys totally had sex in here… didn't you." This makes Brittany burst out in laughter, Santana on the other hand looks totally embarrassed.

"Wait you two had sex in my room?" Quinn eyes the bed.

"It… ah just sort a… happened." Santana stutters lamely. At least the heated conversation was over.

"Did you do that thing with your fingers I told you about?" Rachel asks. Brittany nods with excitement.

"Melted her like," she snaps, "That."

"Okay, this is a good time for a different conversation…" Quinn says, "Like for starters when are we going to high tail it out of here?" The girls all look to one another.

"I think I can start traveling… I mean… I don't feel like I need to sleep all day… and the sickness is getting better… I only threw up this morning… which is an improvement." Brittany says.

Santana nods in agreement… Brittany was still weak, but her strength would come back as soon as her appetite did. She didn't see why they couldn't start to prepare to leave.

"We still need to get into the bank vault… and Quinn wants to see if there's supplies at that supermarket..." Rachel adds.

"I don't know about you guys, but I'm ready to leave now… if we could just go." Quinn says

"We can't just leave… Rachel's right we need to be prepared for the Waste… otherwise we won't last a day." Santana says. "Quinn and I will go to the supermarket tomorrow… if there's anything there we'll bring it back. When we get back we'll ransack the vault and take the caps we need." Santana finishes. The groups seem to all agree with the plan… it seemed full prof, now they could only hope it would run smoothly.

"And you are not working tonight…" Quinn says, it looks like Rachel is about to argue, but before she can Quinn holds up her hand to stop her. "No I don't care… I'll pay for your whole night if I have to… hell we'll just take it back tomorrow night, but you will not be going back up to that saloon, and hopefully in two days you won't ever have to even think of that place."

"Well I think that's enough drama for one day… let's eat." Rachel's says. They find themselves down at the Brass Lantern… they ate the crappy food, and hoped would be the last time at that restaurant. Quinn ended up paying 1200 caps for Rachel's 'services' that night, but it was chump change compared to what they would get back by tomorrow night.

So after a much needed bath, Santana and Brittany collapse on the bed they had officially christened, hopefully for the last time. Brittany couldn't help but laugh at Quinn and Rachel, and how they had to share the cot. Rachel was practically lying ontop of her blonde like a throw blanket as Quinn wrapped her arms around the brunette to keep her from rolling off her.

"Aw… look Sanny… they're so cute." Quinn was kissing the diva's forehead. "Maybe we should have taken the cot so you could lay on me like that…" Brittany says as she eyes the couple.

"Um no… you two already claimed a bed permanently so the cot is ours." Quinn says smugly.

Brittany pouts. "But… San… I want you to… snuggle…" she practically rolls the Latina on top of her.

"Satisfied?" Santana asks.

"Well not yet… but as soon as these two leave…"

'Holy crap… I woke up a sex demon.'

"Please whatever you two do… don't have sex while I'm in the room." Quinn says as she snuggles into her diva blanket. The room goes quiet, and eventually the only noise you hear is the soft breaths of Quinn and was a little restless, and her vibes were definitely radiating keeping the Latina awake as well.

"Britt… you need to go to sleep… tomorrow will be a busy day for both of us." Santana says with a yawn.

"I know… but I'm nervous… what if something happens to you while you're out there… why can't I come with?" Brittany whispers.

"Babe… I know you think you're strong enough… but you should rest before we blow this Popsicle stand."

"What?" Brittany questions.

"Before we leave… after we raid the bank vault… we're going to have to travel nonstop until we get far enough away from Megaton… okay? Quinn says that Moriarty has a lot of connections and may send someone after us in order to get his money back… so tomorrow while were out grabbing supplies, you and Rachel are going to pack any other supplies will need."

"I really hope everything goes smoothly… I don't want Rachel to have to go back up to that bar… it makes Quinn sad."

"I know Britt…"

"She looks like you did the day you found me in Artie's office." It was true… Santana knew exactly how Quinn was feeling… helpless, and unable to protect the one you love. But unlike Quinn… Santana had only felt that once, and even though that pain was still there it was behind them. Quinn had to go through it every day, and there was nothing she could do to prevent it… except running away.

"Yeah… let's try and get some sleep okay?" Santana pulls the blonde tight to her and eventually falls into a deep sleep. They woke early, and for once not to a blonde vaulting over them to get to the bathroom to puke her guts out. Nope it was due to very loud people who decided it was okay to sing about a bomb early in the morning. The next thing they heard was a loud thump.

"OW… Quinn!" Brittany and Santana sit up to see a small diva lying on the ground.

"What did I do?" Quinn asks lazily, as she rubs the sleep out of her eyes.

"You let me fall out of bed! Again!" Rachel yells, she then gets up and storms out of the attic.

"Wow." Santana says.

"Yeah… she's a little moody in the morning… usually around her 6th cup of instant coffee she starts acting normal."

"So what time do you think we should go today?" Santana asks as she rolls out of bed and starts pulling on her gear, Quinn does the same.

"Right after breakfast… I have a crate down in Springville with some travel supplies we can pick up. Then the super mart is just to the east of here… if all goes well we should get back just in time for the gate to close for the night."

"Well what are we waiting for… let's get to it." Santana says as she pulls Brittany from the bed.

They eat breakfast together in the Church of Atom. Santana then grabs some stimpacks Amata had given her, along with two full clips of ammo for her 9mm and a bottle of purified water.

Quinn meets her out front with Rachel and Brittany. They had just set up a deal with one of the Brahmin herders to buy a cow. Turns out Rachel can be very persuasive, and Quinn knows how to barter so they actually bought the Brahmin for less than they thought they would have. Brittany was ecstatic… she even named it, the four of them were now proud owners of Larry, the two head twelve nipple mutant cow.

'Yea!' Santana thought. 'I'm so not leading that thing.'

They make their way up towards the gates of Megaton, it was kind of exciting that they were going outside the walls of the now familiar town of Megaton for the first time. The gate lifted effortlessly and the four of them walk out. The only thing that really sticks out is a robot standing guard. It actually greets them as they walk past it.

"Okay… please be careful San." Brittany says just as Santana is about to say the same thing to her.

"I will… promise me you won't leave Rachel's side until I get back." Brittany nods, even though she didn't need a baby sitter, she had planned on hanging with the brunette anyway… she was interested in finding out if Rachel had any more sex tips she'd be willing to share.

"That goes the same for you Rachel… I don't want you to go up to that saloon until I get back."

"But… how am I supposed to pack my stuff…"

"Well go up there when I get back okay? Just keep an eye on Britt, we'll be back before you know it." She looks around to make sure there isn't some resident of Megaton lurking around then she leans down and gives her diva a sweet kiss.

"What was that for?"

"That was just in case I don't make it back… I love…" Quinn confession is cut off by the diva's lips.

"So freaking cute." Santana rolls her eyes… before she herself leans up to kiss her blonde.

Brittany didn't want her to stop, but eventually Santana pulls away. Quinn and her turn and make their way back down towards the shag shack. Rachel and Brittany yelled there good bye until they were out of sight.

"Well… that was strangely emotional." Rachel says as she grabs a hold of the blonde's hand and pulls her back inside. Brittany liked the diva… they had a lot in common… both where toppers… both suffered through a drug problem, and both were extremely depressed that they were left behind while the person they loved was out risking their life's in the Waste.

Quinn leads the Latina back down to the only town she had been in since she left the vault. It all looked the same.

"Come on…" Quinn motions the girl towards a rundown house. It looked unsafe. "A lot of scavengers or wastelanders hide their supplies, or overflow in abandoned buildings… so check if you ever in need of supplies… that's how I got most of my stuff." Quinn says as she walks through the doorway of the run down building. She walks up to a chimney and kneels on the rubble. Santana watches as she uncovers a footlocker.

"What do you got there?" She asks. The blonde looks up at her friend then pops open the case. She pulls out a long weapon.

"Here this is for you… if you're any good at shooting that is." She hands Santana the gun.

"What is it?"

"A hunting rifle… it's not in very good shape but it should fire… it has more of a kick than that 9mm you carry around… and the range is better too."

Santana shoulders the weapon… she looks down its sights. It had more weight than her handgun, but any weapon that worked could come in handy.

"Thanks… but what about you, don't you need a weapon?" She slings the rifle. Quinn nods before pulling out a couple of weird looking tin boxes. "Okay… what are those?"

"These are bottle cap mines… well I guess there nail and shrapnel mines… I took out the bottle caps because it seemed like a waste of good caps. These should work just as well… if not better."

"But what do they do?" Santana asks eyeing the devises, she isn't sure what to make of them.

"Well… they explode… I plan on using them at the market to secure the doorway… you see… I can set a trip wire so if anyone comes in behind us… boom…"

"Um… wow… you invented these?"

"Well no, I found the schematics and built them… and well I tweaked them then built them… and then I also have this…" she pulls out a weird looking metal glove and her combat knife. Santana remembered seeing the knife the first time they met, but the glove looked weird. She picks it up and inspects it curiously. "It's called a power fist… I've never actually used it before but supposedly it's designed to magnify your punching power… I figure it could come in handy." Santana was impressed with all of the stuff Quinn had managed to get her hands on over the years. They had two guns with ammo, explosives, a knife, and a power fist… that had to be a start right? What surprised Santana more was when Quinn pulled out clothing that actually looked like armor. "Here… it isn't much… just a couple of Merc outfits and leather armor… I figure the leather would fit you better… I'll take the Merc outfit." They changed quickly in the abandoned run down house, then backed up their needed supplies and started towards the liked how her new clothes fit her better… they seemed to hug her body just right. It also felt like it was doing more than just clothing her. Even the wastelander Merc outfit looked badass. Quinn explained the difference between the two outfits, but as long as she was out of that stained beater she was happy.

"So how did you hear about this place?" Santana asks as they turned off the main road and started up a hill. Santana looked over her shoulder… she could no longer see Megaton.

"I read about it in the Wastelander's survival guide handbook."

"Wait… what?"

"It's a book it came out a while back… it talks about the store and where it is and what you might expect to find there." Quinn says.

"They wrote a survival guide to the waste?" Santana asks in shock.

"Yup… Mora did… I guess she got some guy to check it out… it was occupied by a lot of raiders, but it also said that there was medical and food supplies still inside."

"So what if we don't find supplies… what then?"

Quinn stops walking, she hadn't thought about it.

"Well I guess we'll have to kill our own food or trade with a wastelander."

"What about water?" Santana asks in a serious tone.

"The water shouldn't be a problem… as long as you boil it… they say the water is drinkable." This seems to satisfy Santana. They start walking towards what Santana hoped was the food market.

Meanwhile back at Megaton, Brittany, and Rachel slaved away… they packed up everything they thought was important, which was clothing, and some condensed can had happy shared all her juicy sex tips with Brittany, and was now questioning the girl on her experience with the brunette.

"Come on Brittany… you need to give me more details than that…" Rachel whined.

"What more do you want to know? I can't actually tell you what she tastes like… and that's like the only thing I haven't described." Brittany pouted too.

"Well… I guess you can leave out that detail…"

"It was perfect… she was perfect…"

"But you said you didn't cum?"

"No I didn't, but in the end I really didn't care. She just looked so good underneath me… ugh… just thinking about it makes me want her here more. Plus I don't think I ready for her to top me yet."

Rachel looks over to her friend who was currently packing some blankets and pillows into a bag, and noticed the sadness in Brittany's eyes.

"Why's that Britt? You love her right?" Brittany nods… it was a no brainier. "And she loves you too."

"Yea… but I guess I'm still… sometimes it's like… I'm dirty or like not good enough for her."

"What! Did she tell you that?" Rachel looks enraged.

"No… but I just feel like I am… I mean how could she want me after Artie?" Brittany trails off… she didn't know if she should continue or not… she felt like she needed to, she just wanted to get it out in the air and off her chest. She looks over at Rachel who was waiting to see if she was going to continue. "I never thought the way I lost my virginity would be how I actually lost my virginity. It was always Santana… even when we were growing up… she was the only one that cared… she was the only one I had." Brittany sniffs back some tears. "And I knew she was trying to protect me, but I couldn't figure out who she was trying to protect me from. At first it was just Puck and his gang, but then I guess somewhere along the way Artie must have started showing interest." Rachel moves over to her friend and wraps her arms around the blonde for comfort. "I tried to listen to her… that first day of work.. She told me not to be alone with him… and the second I was, he jumped me… and shot me up with drugs and rap-" Brittany was crying into Rachel's shoulder. She was glad she was able to talk about it to someone who wasn't Santana. Hopefully Rachel understood.

"Santana loves you, and you did nothing wrong. Everything that has happened to you Britt, someone forced you to do it. But what you have with Santana is real… it can't be forced or faked… so you shouldn't think that you're not right for her. You. Are. Perfect. And I know she sees that too." Rachel says.

"I know but… what if she's on me and I flash back to Artie… what if I can't handle it?"

"Then you tell her that silly… do you think she'll be mad because you won't let her pitch from on top… no… plus no one ever said you had to be on top to pitch." Rachel says with a wink.

End… I can't write any more… I hope you enjoyed it… the next chapter will be the market+ bank vault… and maybe even a Rachel flashback story with her drug problem… then there adventure will begin in the Waste... Hopefully