"Fucking Fabray." Santana mutters as she stealthily makes her way to Block B. Using her flame, she deactivates the surveillance cameras. Instead of her usual 'graze and burn', Quinn requires her to be sneaky about this one. She rolls a bottle of homemade sleeping gas into the next block and waits for a few minutes for the gas to dissipate before proceeding in. After a few 'thuds', she makes her way into the block and searches the bodies of the now sleeping guards.
With the keys in her hand, she wanders deeper into the block. A search and rescue mission requested by Quinn. To make matters worse, the angel Quinn wants her to rescue is a fallen angel. Her hair stands on ends as she picks up the aura of the fallen. She makes eye contact with the fallen angel before her and gives her a once over. Brunette, not so tall, check. Found you.
"Rachel." Santana starts and the prisoner before her raises an eyebrow in awe. "Berry?"
"And you are?"
"Your knight in shining armour." Using the keys she have gotten from the blissfully unconscious guard, she unlocks the door of the cell and steps aside for Rachel to exit. "Requested by the leader of The Vatican."
"The Vatican? What do you want with me." Rachel shoots Santana an intrigue look as she follows her. Along the way, Santana drops the pile of keys onto the floor nonchalantly.
Santana shrugs. "No idea."
Upon their arrival before the two dullahan guards, they step aside as they recognize Santana, granting access to her and her companion. Quinn looks up from her paperwork and smiles. "Thanks, Santana."
Santana waves her off and takes a seat on the couch further away from the desk.
"What do you want?" Rachel spits, not wanting to be involved with The Vaticans.
"A collaboration."
"What's in store for me?"
"Your identity will stay under the radar if you're with The Vatican. We will ensure that you won't go back to the prison."
"And your deal?"
"Help us with our cases."
Santana fidgets in her seat for a while before slowly getting up. She feels like she's intruding on a conversation that she doesn't want to get involved in. As she tries to sneak out of the room, Rachel's voice stops her. "You. Stay."
Santana groans and trudges back to her seat. She really don't want to get involved in this. Quinn glances over to Santana before returning her attention to Rachel. "If you're willing to work with us, you'll be taken care of."
"And why should I trust that you won't go back against your words and turn me back into the Law?"
"Santana can be the witness."
Santana sighs loudly so that the two bickering angels are able hear her. She raises her thumb, index and middle finger, "Angel's promise."
"Alright then." Rachel says before exiting the room.
Quinn closes her eyes and takes several deep breath to calm herself. If she isn't that desperate for help right now, she won't have to stoop as low as to get a fallen into the Vatican but she have no choice. And Rachel Berry is said to be the most trustworthy fallen angel, apart from the fact that she actually killed her mortals.
Santana gives Quinn's shoulder a gentle squeeze before stepping out of the room. Before she opens the door, Quinn speaks up. "I need another favour from you."
Finally exiting the room after a long instructional talk from Quinn, her exit catches Rachel's attention, who is leaning against the wall. "So, your name is Santana?"
Santana nods her head, unsure where the conversation is going. Rachel walks with her as they make their way out of the headquarters. "So, I was thinking.."
"Quinn put me in charge of you. So you're going to have to, fortunately for you, live with me, which is unfortunate for me. But I'm going to warn you. If you try anything funny-"
"I wouldn't do that to somebody that went through all the troubles to save me." Rachel winks.
Santana rolls her eyes and continues walking towards her Ferrari. Rachel hops into the car and starts flipping through the radio stations and stops at one. She starts to belt out along with the song being played on air and Santana clamps her jaws shut. You owe me big time, Fabray.
Evan is sitting on the couch watching television when Santana returns with Rachel. Her eyes rake over Rachel before turning to Santana. "Evan, Rachel. Rachel, Evan."
"Nice to meet you, Evan." Rachel smiles at Evan who merely nods and returns to the screen in front of her.
Santana sighs at the uncommunicative niece of hers. She needs to do something. Whether Evan have any abilities or not is something Santana needs to find out since her mother is a mortal, halving Evan's probabilities of actually inheriting her brother's abilities. She shows Rachel to the guest room and leaves her to rest.
"Evan," Santana plops down on the couch next to Evan who turns her attention to her Tia, "have you ever gone to school?" She nods her head.
"Do you want to go back to school?"
"Sure."
Santana smiles and ruffles Evan's hair before she stands up. Evan scrunches her face in dislike at the action of her Tia before smoothing out her hair.
After researching for a while, Santana decides to enrol Evan in Christopher High School.
Since Evan is going to be in the 11th grade, Santana decides to stick around should Evan's abilities awaken while she is in school. The known fact about guardians is that their abilities normally awaken while they're around 16 to 18 years of age. Santana spends the entire day behind the screen of her computer, typing furiously away at the application and resume she's going to submit to the school for the position of an English Literature teacher. She alters her personal information, changing her age and relevant information. Thankfully, her knowledge of technology helps her to stay under the radar for as long as she have lived. After the information are all out in black and white, Santana and Evan heads down to the school to get their applications done.
Rachel enters the office and goes straight up to the man behind the desk.
"How may I-" his eyes travel down Rachel's body as she stands before him. Rachel leans down on the table, revealing her assets, causing the man's jaw to slack open, practically drooling on his desk. Santana rolls her eyes at the man's perving nature and how easily it is to get him smitten with the Fallen Angel.
Quinn sent Santana and Rachel as a team to retrieve some valued items which were stolen when Quinn wasn't around during childbirth. It isn't until recently that Quinn realizes it is missing when she goes into an ancient room that she steps into once every decade. After some investigation, Quinn narrows the suspects down to Cooter Menkins, a dealer of The Vils.
Because of Rachel's status as a fallen angel, the others working with Cooter didn't notice anything out of the blue when Rachel step into the building. Santana, on the other hand, acts as a decoy by randomly igniting the floors on fire to attract the attentions of Cooter Menkins's co-workers.
"Maybe, you can help me with something." Rachel brushes her fingers lightly against Cooter's hand, causing his thoughts to be interrupted as Rachel's ability takes over. His eyes glaze over and he sits slumped in his chair.
"I'll give you everything." He mutter without any conscious thoughts of his own, hypnotized by Rachel.
Rachel steps back and smiles at the man before her. "I don't need everything, sweetie. I only need the item you've taken from The Vatican."
"Behind the portrait, there's a safe. It can only be opened by me."
"Thank you." Rachel goes over to where the portrait hangs motionlessly and removes it, exposing the safe. She wags her finger at the dazed businessman, motioning for him to open the safe. Cooter obliges immediately and walks over to where Rachel is standing and places his chin on the chin rest as his eye gets scanned. The safe clicks open after verification. Retrieving the item from the safe, she leans in close to Cooter and breathes out. A faint puff of smoke escapes Rachel's lips and enters Cooter's nostril. His eyes widens in horror before taking a gasp of air and passing out on the spot.
Rachel closes the door of the safe and returns the portrait to its original position, making it seem as if the portrait is still in the safe untouched. She lugs Cooter back to his seat and keeps the bottle of liquid before walking out of the office.
The whole place is thrown into disarray as employees, mostly angels that are with The Vils, rush around trying to put out the random fire sparking out of nowhere. She holds her head high and struts out of the building, to a waiting Santana.
"That was fast." Santana comments as she falls into steps with Rachel.
"Why else did Quinn need me for?"
Santana ponders for a moment before nodding her head. Quinn have always been one to make excellent choices on people and this is one of the few. A feeling tugs at her and Santana knows she have elsewhere to be.
"Head home yourself after finishing it with Quinn. I'll meet you back home." She grabs the keys from her jeans' pocket and shoves it into Rachel's hand before taking off. Rachel gives a bewildered look, training her eyes on the retreating Guardian but shakes it off a moment later and begins heading for The Vatican's headquarters.
She takes a look back at the few women chasing her. It isn't the first time she's being chased after she met Santana. Turning her head back to the path before her, she takes a turn into a deserted lane. A pair of hand grabs her by the waist and over her mouth as it pulls her into a small crevice between the walls. Her body struggles against the strong grip but to no avail.
Soft flames coating her body, making her relax as she sinks into the familiar contact behind. The flames of her Guardian is an assurance that she is in safe hands. Figures of the women pass them within seconds as they run past without noticing the hiding pair. They remain motionless, hidden in the shadows for a few minutes to make sure that the pursuers will not notice them. During that few minutes, Brittany closes her eyes and leans into Santana as relief surges through her body.
Santana releases her hold of Brittany and grabs her hand. Her head pops out of the crevice and checks for the pursuers before easing herself out of it with Brittany behind her. When they're standing alone in the deserted lane, she releases her grip on Brittany's hand. "I'll.. Send you home?"
Brittany nods. As much as she wants Santana to hold her hand as they walk, she doesn't want to step over the boundaries that they've set after the incident. She doesn't even know what the boundaries are, even. She just knows not to push Santana after she almost caused her to die.
The Guardian bites her lower lips, as if able to read Brittany's mind, before focusing on the road before her. They soon fall into an awkward silence as they walk alongside one another until they reach Brittany's apartment.
"So.. We're here." Santana says as she stops before Brittany's apartment. She shifts her weight between her legs as Brittany unlocks the door.
"Do you want to have a drink or something?" Brittany offers, trying to prolong the time Santana is spending with her.
"No, it's fine. Thank you." Santana smiles, appreciating the thought.
"Oh, okay.." Brittany's eyes drop to the floor for a moment in disappointment before flicking back to meet eyes that are the black-flecked deep brown of pecan shells. She swallows the hesitation in her throat before leaning forward to meet Santana's lips.
The contact lingers for a few seconds as the stupefied Guardian stands shocked-still on the spot. After pulling away, Brittany mutters a timid "bye" before hurriedly entering her apartment.
It takes a few seconds for Santana to snap out of her stupor. She blinks repeatedly for a few times as her mind processes what just happened. Upon realization, she shakes her head to clear her thoughts before turning on her heels to head back down the building, back to her own apartment.
Brittany slumps against the door and lets out a breath that she doesn't know she is holding. She done it again. The first time, she thought it was because Santana was there when she needed somebody the most. This time, she involuntarily lets her body move against her will. Is it an attraction she feels for Santana or is it just her finding comfort in Santana? She sighs and closes her eyes for a minute, trying to shake the idea out.
Entering the pitch dark apartment, she automatically reaches for the light switch.
"Hey!"
The startled Guardian jumps and apologizes as she flicks the switch off. Rachel and Evan are on the couch, sharing a bowl of popcorn as the bright screen of the tv illuminate their faces. She kicks off her shoes and joins the duo on the couch.
During the course of the movie, Santana gets off the couch to order pizza for everyone which arrives shortly after the movie ends. They sit around the living room eating in silence until Rachel speaks up. "Since we're going to be living together, how about we share some information that will only be known between the three of us?"
Evan agrees and Santana ponders about it for a moment before nodding.
"I'll start. As you know, I'm a fallen angel." Rachel looks between the two Latinas and continues, "it was an accident."
"My mother was a mortal, and died while we were trying to escape. Her name is Pauline." Evan chips in after Rachel finishes.
Santana's expression hardens as she turns to Evan for an explanation. Who were they trying to escape, and how did her mother die? What actually happened? She tries to get Evan's attention but the girl actively avoids eye contact until Rachel nudges her, telling her it's her turn.
Two pair of eyes looked at Santana expectantly. Maybe she can trust them with this. "My wings are charred."
She cringes internally as she is reminded of what happened. The phantom feel of her wings burning and causing her to free fall before plunging into the sea nags at the back of her mind, causing her discomfort.
"My mortal got possessed by a guardian named Kitty. I arrived too late and I ended up killing my mortal. He was a sweet mortal, but he lunged at me with a razor, leaving me with no choice but to end him. Since then, my reputation got tarnished. But on a brighter note, my powers increased tenfold since we had a really tight bond." Rachel explains while donning a bittersweet smile as she remembers her mortal.
"My mortal was possessed by Kitty as well." Santana glances over to Rachel, "I kind of vaporised her."
"Then why aren't you a fallen?"
"I mean.. I vaporised Kitty."
"And your mortal went unscathed?"
"She's kind of.. immune to my flames?"
"Wow.." Rachel snaps out of her thoughts shortly after, "Thanks for helping me with revenge though,"
Santana shrugs it off as nothing before turning back to Evan and nudges her with her foot. "Your turn."
"Padre always made sure we were well fed and clothed. I remembered that one time, there was this group of goblin that started attacking us for no reason. Padre was so strong that the fight lasted less than five seconds. All of the goblin either got charred to death or fled once they saw their friends being taken out." Evan beams at the recollection of her father, making Santana smile as well. He had always been a strong guardian. He was there for Santana when their padres ignored her existence.
The trio concluded the bonding session by clinking their mugs together to seal their promise of never sharing tonight's detail with anybody. These will be between the three of them only. With that done, they clear up the apartment together and retreat into their respective room for the night.
"This is probably not a good lane for you to travel through dead in the night." Brittany swings around to come face to face with the wolf that spoke to her the other day. Sam. He gives a broad smile when Brittany seems to relax as she recognizes him. "I'm Sam."
"I remembered." Brittany says as she continues on her way home. She went out again after Santana dropped her off as she needs a desperate break from everything that is swirling in her mind - mostly Santana.
"Why are you alone?" He asks as curiosity piques his interest.
"I needed some thinking space."
"Oh.." Unknowingly, they arrive at the building where Brittany's apartment is located. The walk have taken a turn for uncomfortable, since Brittany isn't really in the mood to converse with people. "I'll see you around, then?"
"Thanks for sending me home." Brittany forces a smile before she enters the building.
Sam stands there, swooning over the blonde mortal and watches as she makes her way up the stairs. He emits a happy howl before quickly shifting back into a wolf and blending in with the darkness of the night. Since the day he met Brittany, he have wanted to talk to Brittany, to get to know her. But that situation never happened. He never so much as coincidentally bump into Brittany, until today.
"Miss Lopez." Somebody addresses her.
The school accepted her application almost immediately due to the lack of teachers and they require her to start work immediately, since the previous literature teacher is on the verge of labour and they need a replacement. Santana is just about to go grab a cup and pour herself some coffee when a voice interrupts her train of thoughts. Her head whips to the side to meet blue eyes that reminds her of her mortal's. Coincidentally, his hair color is blonde as well. His intentions unclear, Santana raises an eyebrow in question as to why he called her. He chuckles before straightening up. "I'm Brett. Brett Pierce."
Her face scrunches in confusion. Pierce? "Santana." She acknowledges him, returning his introduction with her own.
"How's the first day of teaching? Are the students doing you justice?" He asks as they walk together towards a lounge table.
"They're manageable. Probably because I'm new." Santana jokingly replies. The students have been well-behaved so far. But the obvious attention she have gotten from the male students make her slightly uncomfortable as their gazes burned a hole in her back every time she tries to write something on the board.
"So.." Brett starts.
"Brett!"
Santana turns while Brett's eyes leaves Santana and flicker to the source of the voice calling him. Her heart beat speeds up in recognition of the blonde behind her, who is making her way towards them. Britttany's eyes widen comically when she sees Santana. "San?" She takes a seat in between Santana and Brett.
"You two know each other?" Brett looks between Brittany and Santana, who slowly nodded, not really sure about their relationship. Are they friends, mortal and angel, or is there more?
"Yeah, Santana is my..." Brittany looks at Santana for a moment, hesitating on the words she's about to use, "Friend."
She shoots Santana a look that says: What are you doing here?
"I was thinking of showing Santana around the school since it's her first day here. She'll need some guide around here you know," Brett helpfully, or not so innocently helpful, offers. His eyes are glued on Santana, obviously attracted to the woman before him.
Santana gives a friendly smile, quite oblivious to the flirting attempt of her mortal's brother. Knowingly, Brittany nudges her brother, snapping him out of his not-so-subtle leering. Her eyes are filled with disdain and disgust. As much as Brett is her brother, she finds herself disliking the hint of anybody hitting on Santana, her guardian. She wonders for a little while whether Santana have magnetic pull for the Pierces, because she herself feels like she is gravitating towards the Guardian every time they meet. "Maybe I can take Santana around. Don't you have anything more important to do?" She knows the school like the back of her hand since she have been around several times to have lunch with her brother. Some times when she's early, she would walk around the school aimlessly just for the sake of familiarizing herself with the place so she doesn't gets lost.
"There's nothing more important than showing a new colleague around to make sure they get used to how the school works and familiar with the grounds." He shrugs and beamed at Santana, flashing his straight rows of teeth.
"Maybe I'll just go with Brittany. I don't really want to bother you but thank you for offering." Santana gently declines the offer from Brett. She finishes her cup of coffee rather quickly and sits it on the table with her palms wrap around it.
His shoulders slump a little in defeat but straightens up almost immediately to mask his disappointment. "Okay then. Make sure you don't get her lost, sis!" He unwraps his sandwich and begins delving into his lunch.
Brittany does a little happy squirm in her seat, thankful that her brother got cut off by Santana. Her actual reason for the visit is to have lunch with her brother, which she does almost weekly since they barely have time for each other. Brett moved out after graduating from college, leaving Brittany with her controlling parents. Following her brother's footsteps, Brittany moved out of the house into an apartment funded by her parents since she met their standard of achievement by being admitted into NYU's Law School.
Awkward tension lingers between the duo as they walk along the hallways, the memories of yesterday night still fresh. Brittany's tongue slides across her lips as the thought of the kiss floats into mind. She shows Santana to a few of the school's more commonly used rooms.
The bell rings and students scuffles along the corridors, proceeding to their next lesson venue. Santana clears her throat as an attempt to gain Brittany's attention, because her mortal looks as if she's elsewhere. "So.. I have literature with Evan's class now."
The blonde knows where this is going. Santana is going to say goodbye to her and leave her to head to class. Part of her wants to stick around and experience being a student of her Guardian but the logical part of her tells her that it's impossible. She needs to do her job and if she remains around her, she's going to be sticking out like a sore thumb.
But instead of saying goodbye, Santana says something that makes the lips of the blonde spread into a wide smile.
"Hi. I'm Miss Lopez. I'll be your literature teacher for this semester since your previous teacher, Mrs Schuester, have to take a break from teaching for the sake of her unborn child."
Santana stifles a laugh at the sight of Evan's jaw dropped expression. It's priceless.
"Today, I have a special guest with me. Most of you probably don't know but your Calculus teacher, Mr Pierce, have a sister. I happened to bump into her at the lounge today and I've invited her as a guest for today's lesson." Brittany enters the classroom as if on cue and all eyes that are previously on Santana turns to Brittany. A wolf whistle was heard and Santana's head snaps to the boy who feigns innocent when Santana looks at him.
"You." She singles the boy out. He nervously points a finger at himself, as if to make Santana doubt herself. Santana nods. She uses the pen in her hand to motion for him to stand up. "Tell me. What does wolf whistling means."
"Uh.." he fiddles with his fingers nervously, embarrassed at being called out.
Sensing that the boy isn't going to speak up, she turns her attention to the class. "If you're wolf whistling, it meant you're actually appreciating something, and for this case, maybe it was Ms Pierce over here who just entered the class. It may be her looks, her figure, her legs or how she manages to walk so gracefully that makes you react that way."
Brittany shifts her weight between her legs, a little uncomfortable at how Santana is making an example out of her. But she feels a little tingly at how Santana talks about her.
"But wolf whistling," Santana turns and her gaze hardens on the boy who hangs his head low, cheeks blushing profusely, "is considered a sort of sexual harassment as it gives unwanted sexual attention to women. Yes, she's pretty. But be a man and tell her that instead of wolf whistling like you don't know any words of praise. For goodness sake, you're in a literature class. You're more than capable of forming words like 'gorgeous, stunning'. Put that to good use. Sit down."
"I kind of like her." The boy beside Evan whispers to her. He is one of the few that befriended Evan in the morning. His name is Aiden and he seems genuinely nice to Evan. The duo hit it off almost immediately when she was first placed beside him during the first lesson. "She's far more interesting that Mrs Schuester."
Evan gives a weak smile, still not over the shock of her Tia being her teacher, and returns her attention to Santana.
"So.. take out your books and flip to the last chapter Mrs Schuester stopped at." Santana instructs the class as she fishes out a brand new book and walks over to Evan. She gives a cheeky grin before handing the book over to Evan.
"Capulet's Orchard." Santana turns back to the class. "Somebody tell me, what's it about?"
"Romeo risked being discovered by a Capulet, which could turn violent because of the tension between the Capulet and Montagues, just for Juliet."
"Right. Points for you, Ms.."
"Name's Raven."
"Right. Raven. As you all know, obviously, Romeo and Juliet is a romance story that ends tragically, or not so tragically depending on how you see it.. Since we have a guest here with us today, why not we role-play it out? Do you guys mind Ms Pierce here playing Juliet?"
"No!" Aiden yells enthusiastically, not even trying to hide his zealousness. Laughter echoes the room. Apparently, Aiden isn't the only one enjoying the new teaching methods of Santana. Mrs Schuester is a back-to-basic, word-by-word kind of teacher who bore them to death.
"Alright then." Santana turns to Brittany, who is standing awkwardly at a corner, "Miss Pierce, would you mind being my Juliet? She holds out her hand, offering it to Brittany.
"My pleasure." Brittany takes Santana's hand and stands with her at the front of the class. Santana passes her a script which she intended to get some students to role play but since Brittany happens to be around, she gladly involves her in her teaching. "O Romeo, Romeo! wherefore art thou Romeo? Deny thy father and refuse thy name;Or, if thou wilt not, be but sworn my love, and I'll no longer be a Capulet."
"Shall I hear more, or shall I speak at this?"
"Tis but thy name that is my enemy; Thou art thyself, thought not a Montague. What's Montague? It is nor hand, nor foot, nor arm, nor face, nor any other part belonging to a man. O, be some other name! What's in a name? That which we call a rose by any other name would smell as sweet. So Romeo would, were he not Romeo call'd, retain that dear perfection which he owes without a title. Romeo, doff thy name, and for that name which is no part of thee take all myself." Brittany melodramatically pronounces each word with an accent, her hands waving in the air dramatically and clutches at her chest.
"I take three at thy word. Call me, but love, and I'll be new baptized. Henceforth, I never will be Romeo." Brown orbs lock with blue.
"What man art thou that thus bescreen'd in night so stumblest on my counsel?"
"By a name I know not how to tell thee who I am. My name, dear saint, is hateful to myself. Because it is an enemy to thee. Had I it written, I would tear the word."
"My ears have not yet drunk a hundred words of that tongue's utterance, yet I know the sound. Art thou not Romeo and a Montague?"
"Neither, fair saint, if either thee dislike."
"How camest thou hither, tell me, and wherefore? The orchard walls are high and hard to climb. And the place death, considering who thou art, if any of my kinsmen find thee here." The duo is totally absorbed in their own world that they almost forgot they are in front of a class of high school students.
"With love's light wings did I o'er-perch these walls, for stony limits cannot hold love out. And what love can do that dares love attempt. Therefore, thy kinsmen are no let to me."
"If they do see thee, they will murder thee."
"Alack, there lies more peril in thine eye than twenty of their swords. Look thou but sweet, and I am proof against their enmity."
"I would not for the world they saw thee here."
"I have night's cloak to hide me from their sight. And but thou love me, let them find me here. My life was better ended by their hate than death prorogued, wanted of thy love." They holds each other gaze. Seconds tick by and neither glances at their script. Evan clears her throat loudly, bringing the two back into the present. She narrows her eyes suspiciously at the two adults, attention shifting between them trying to get a read on the situation.
"Ah.. I got too caught up by the acting." Santana turns to the class and scratches the back of her head bashfully, causing the students to laugh along. Brittany have to bite her inner cheek to prevent herself from having a dopey grin on her face as she takes in the image of a shy Santana. The class doesn't seem to notice anything out of the blue.
Santana continues her lesson while Brittany sits at the teacher's table, watching her. She marvels at how Santana manages to make a sappy love story into something interesting as she makes references to modern relationships.
Students floods out the classroom when she ends the lesson promptly when the bell rings. Santana ruffles Evan's hair as the shorter girl is moving pass her to exit the classroom. Evan scrunches her face in dislike, as usual. Silence fills the room as the classroom previously occupied by ten over students becomes empty, leaving Santana and Brittany alone.
"And that concludes my day in the school." Santana breaks the silence, causing Brittany to look up from her lap. "There's an event going on later at Artie's. You coming?"
"What event?" Brittany tilts her head slightly as she questions the Guardian.
Instead of answering her, Santana merely grins. "You'll know if you come!" She says as she makes her way out of the classroom, leaving Brittany alone in the classroom.
The thumping bass vibrates around the room and Brittany scans the crowd for her Guardian. The club is flooded, unlike the usual small crowd that patronizes the club.
"Hey." She recognizes the raspy voice immediately but it doesn't stop her from getting startled. She turns around and takes in her Guardian's appearance. Santana's hair curled loosely at the end and she wears a tight-fitting black dress that stops mid-thigh, revealing much of her toned legs. She swallows the lust that riles up her throat, reminding herself of he boundaries.
"Hey you." Brittany chastises herself. Hey you, really? That's all you can do? But she knows that words will definitely come up short if she tries to say something else.
"Welcome to The Vatican's La Nascail." Once every year, The Vatican will hold an event at Artie's, temporary shutting down Puck's business for the night as he takes up the bartender role at Artie's. It is a bonding day for mortals and guardians. The event lasts throughout the night and for that night only, the drinks are on the house. Guardians are allowed to let loose and there is an unspoken rule about zero violence for the night. Nobody is allowed to break into a fight in the club.
"Thanks for inviting me, Santana."
"You're my mortal, of course I'd invite you. Want a drink?"
"Sure."
Puck smiles at the both of them as they take a seat on the bar stools. Brittany orders a martini but Santana orders something else. She taps on the bar counter quickly, twice. Puck understands the hidden meaning and takes several unlabeled bottles and begins mixing them. The blonde sends an intrigued look at the brunette but she merely shrugs her shoulders in response.
Unlike humans, the guardians have a much higher tolerance for alcohol. La Nascail is a day of peace and Santana decides that she wants a stronger drink than the normal whiskies,vodkas. Heck, even stronger than Everclear which will probably land a human in the hospital with alcohol poisoning easily. Puck empties the content from the boston shaker into a rock glass and sets it before Santana, who takes it and swirls it a little before putting it to her lips and tilting the glass to allow the liquid to seep in between her lips. Her throat burns at the contact and her eyes close in relaxation. Brittany watches Santana's every movement and feels a tug on the corners of her lips as she realizes Santana is actually letting her guard down tonight.
"How about we play a game? Loser drinks." Brittany suggests. Feeling the light buzz in her, Santana nods without much thoughts.
Santana slams the tenth empty glass onto the counter. The alcohol is making her light-headed. "You're cheating." She slurs.
Brittany chuckles at the words of her guardian. "Yes I did." She plays along. Santana is purely horrible at the game 'Never have I ever'. Brittany asks ridiculous questions that are unattainable by normal mortals but considering Santana's character, she goes along with wild Never Have I Evers
"Never have I ever tried to pay for a taxi ride in pennies." Santana blurts out.
Brittany downed her drink. She was trying to clear her coins and the taxi driver looked like he needed money so Brittany offered her pennies to him when he stopped at her destination.
"Never have I ever.." Brittany takes her lower lips between her teeth as she contemplates whether to continue her question or not. "kissed somebody and not meant it."
Santana's cloudy eyes suddenly clears as she looks into Brittany's. The question is personally directed at Santana. She gulps as Brittany's pupils visible dilate. She releases a ragged breath and averts her gaze.
Feeling the tension building between them, Brittany stands up. "I'm going to dance, you coming?"
Thankful for the change in topic, Santana scrunches her face cutely in response. "Nuh uh. Just gonna stay here.."
"One dance?" Brittany pouts.
"Just one." Santana caves.
Brittany takes her hand and leads her onto the dance floor. She turns and places her hands on the hips of the Guardian. Slowly moving their bodies to the rhythm of the music, they gradually get in sync and starts moving against each other. The innocent dance slowly turns into a sensual one as Brittany starts grinding against Santana. The buzz still in her, Santana returns the motion as well. Their bodies press against each other and fabric rub the parts of their skin that comes into contact.
After the one dance that Santana allows Brittany to pull her into, she leaves Brittany on the dance floor and stumbles back onto the bar stool. The haze from the alcohol have cleared a little. Her mind is running miles in her head as she thinks back to the few minutes that had just passed. Puck sets another glass down in front of Santana, who offers a tight-lipped smile in return to the gesture.
"Hi."
Santana turns to face a woman who sits on the vacant bar stool beside hers. She smiles seductively at the slightly drunk Guardian.
"Hi?" Santana answers albeit a little reluctantly, unsure of why the woman is talking to her.
"I'm Elaine." She holds her index finger up at Puck, signaling for a drink before turning her attention back to Santana.
"Santana."
Puck places the drink on the counter in front of Elaine before moving off to the other end to serve other customers. Elaine takes a sip of her drink before continuing her conversation with the Guardian. "So, Santana. Why are you alone in this holy night?" Her voice is dripping with seduction and her eyes roams up and down Santana's physique.
"I'm not actually alone.." she turns to the dance floor to search for Brittany but a pair of hands drapes over her neck causes her to tear her gaze away from the dance floor. Elaine is standing between her legs with her arms on Santana's shoulders.
"If.." Her fingers trails along Santana's collarbone, causing her to shut her eyes as her insides squirm. "You let me, I can make you feel something you've never felt before."
Her fingers continue to lower down olive skin, until pale hand grabs at her wrist and pulls her lingering finger off. Santana's eyes flutter open to find Brittany standing beside her.
"What's your deal, woman?" Elaine glares at Brittany who returns the same glare. Obviously Elaine isn't happy about somebody stepping into her business but Brittany isn't going to let her get her way. Elaine steps away from Santana and returns to her bar stool. Jealousy sparks across her eyes as she turns to look at Santana - what the fuck, before returning the glare Elaine is giving her.
"She's taken, if you'd excuse yourself."
"Really? How would I know you didn't just randomly came and tried to steal my girl?"
Instead of verbally replying Elaine, Brittany's palms goes up to Santana's cheeks as she closes the distance between them. Her palms slowly move its way around Santana's face to her hair, pulling her closer as their lips meld together.
Sparks ignite Santana's eyes as she feels Brittany's lips on hers. She takes a second to recover from her shock before returning the kiss. Brittany's tongue swipes across Santana's lips, requesting for entrance, which is granted immediately. Their tongues slide together and their eyes flutter close. Elaine grimaces at the duo making out before her before slipping off the bar stool and wanders deeper into the club, searching for someone else. Even after Elaine leave, the duo are still at it as they part for seconds for breath before reconnecting their tongues again.
Puck, who witnesses the whole incident, leans over the counter and pulls the two apart. "Alright, show's over."
Brittany snarls at Puck in annoyance for interrupting them. She pulls Santana off the bar stool and storms to another corner out of Puck's sight. Pressing Santana against the wall with her palms by the sides of Santana's head, she surge forward, seeking out Santana's lips again. Santana's tongue dips out even before Brittany opens her mouth and their tongues wander, mapping each dip and curve of each other's mouth. Taking the blonde's lower lips, Brittany emits a moan as Santana sucks on it. Brittany pulls away and starts trailing kisses down Santana's jaws, along her neck and her collar bones, before sucking on the guardian's pulse point.
