A/N: Hiiii darlings. Sorry for the delay. Seriously, though, it was only three days! Haha. :)

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This is a short chapter, but whatever. There will be one more chapter- the Epilogue! :D Yay!

Okay, well. Get to it.

Berry's shocked and angrier than you've ever seen her once you deliver the news. She threatens to go to Lieutenant Fabray for help, but you shake your head and plead with her, halting her from her impending tirade as you sadly fold up your underwear and pack it into your issued canvas bag.

You're so conflicted.

On the one hand, you're going to miss Berry. And the Lieutenant. You worry for them- there's a war, and there's an extremely good chance they will come up against conflict. You don't want any harm to befall them. Berry has become your best friend, and it feels nice. You've never had a best friend before, and even though she doesn't exactly understand a lot of the things you say, she's been friendly and helpful and you're not sure you would've made it as far as you have without her.

"I swear to you, Pierce, I'll fight this for you," Berry says passionately, her dark eyes bright with her inner fire. "Let me talk to Qui- ah, the Lieutenant. She might be able to go above Lopez and persuade the Captain to-"

"It's okay, Berry, really," you reassure sadly.

Because on the other hand, you really don't want to die.

And you especially don't want to kill anyone. Does that make you selfish?

"It's already official," you say, plucking the crumpled papers from their place on the bed and handing them to Berry. "There's no reversing it, and anyways, there isn't enough time before I leave."

Berry looks at the proffered papers and frowns. "It's honorable, at least…" she trails off for a moment and then her eyes widen. "Her name is Santana?"

"What?" you ask, but you already have a feeling you know who Berry is talking about.

"It says that under the recommendation of Santana Lopez, holding the rank of Commander, your contract-" you snort; as if you willingly signed your life away- "with the USND is hereby and forthwith terminated. Wow. Her name is Santana. That's… really pretty, actually."

It's beautiful. And perfect. And fuck. Why does your heart hurt?

"It's a shame she's such a bitch," Berry says with a shrug, studying the papers absently.

You feel a quick spike of anger at Berry for saying that about Santana, even though you know it's true. Everyone thinks she's a bad person, but you know she's not. She just has a weird way of showing she cares, right? You've seen her be gentle with you. You know there's some kind of deeper meaning there. So why-

And then it hits you.

She's keeping you safe.

Your nausea intensifies.

You sneak out of your assigned barracks one last time. You're not sure why- you don't really care all that much about keeping your secret. It's not like you'll ever see any of the girls in your company again. Except maybe Berry- if she survives. Maybe you secretly hope Commander Lopez will visit you… because even though you're still pissed at her, there's a huge part of you that still aches to see her one last time, and a slightly smaller part reinforcing the idea that the Commander is making her decisions to protect you.

It makes your heart ache even more.

You lie awake on your bed, staring up at the bunk above you, your stomach twisting itself in knots. And you wait.

And you wait.

You're starting to think she won't come, and that your idea of her protecting you because she has some deeper feelings is just a delusion, just wishful thinking. Just a foolish dream that you desperately want- but then the door to your barracks opens.

Your heart pounds.

You turn to look, the moonlight just barely illuminating her figure. You watch, mouth dry, stomach fluttering, as she tugs her tee shirt over her head, revealing her bare chest. She's not wearing a bra, and you take in the sight of her perfect, full breasts. Her dark nipples are already stiff and the knowledge that she's already turned on- for you- makes your cock twitch with desire and groan low in your throat. Your heart pounds harder with hope and anticipation as she slips PT shorts down her toned, slim legs, and then she's standing before you, completely naked, her smooth, tan skin shining in the slivers of silver light from the moon shining in the windows.

You're rock hard.

You sit up, struggling to find your voice around the huge lump that's risen in your throat. When you speak, your voice is low and you hope she can't hear the aching desire in it.

"I thought you weren't-"

Fingertips press to your lips, silencing you, and you look up reverently into loving, dark eyes. "Don't," she breathes, and you lick your lips. You hiss when she tugs your shorts down with one hand, the other grasping your thick shaft and stroking it slowly. You struggle to just breathe, heart hammering, threatening to burst with how intense the energy exchange is between you and Commander Lopez.

You swallow hard as you watch her straddle you, and before you can even get excited or process what's happening, she quickly sinks down onto you, taking all of you inside her.

You gasp at all the warmth and fall back against the pillow. You can't believe you're inside her again, like you've been dreaming of being for weeks. You feel her hands press to your chest, using it for support as she lifts her lips, pulling up, her inner walls gripping you tightly and making your mouth drop open. You stare up at her, finding her eyes, and struggle to breathe.

You don't care if she's using you. You don't care if she's getting one last fuck before you leave. You're going to let yourself pretend that there's more to this- even if there isn't.

Tomorrow morning, it won't matter anyway.

It's silent, the only noise the sound of her heavy breathing, your gasps of pleasure as she moves, and the sound of your hard cock parting her slick flesh. You love how soft and wet she is inside, and the way her tight heat swallows every inch of your cock. You love the way she squeezes and spasms around your thick cock, how you can feel her walls pulsing and massaging you, and it's incredible. She feels so good; for a second you wonder if you were made for each other before you scold yourself for thinking such a crazy thought.

You rest your hands on her hips and pull her down into your thrusts, watching her ride you, watching her impale herself on your cock over and over. You can feel her getting wetter, coating you, and you drive your hips up, wanting to make her feel as good as possible. Her thighs tremble where they bracket your hips, and you squeeze at her hips, smoothing your hand over her soft skin.

Her hand on your cheek makes you snap your eyes up, and you stare into her brown eyes, which are softer than you've ever seen them. The intensity with which she watches you makes your cock throb inside her, and the movement causes shocks of pleasure to shoot through you. She rocks her hips, chasing her release, and her hand cups your cheek. You want to kiss her, but you can't. Not like this. So instead, without breaking the eye contact, you turn your head slightly to press your lips to her palm.

Her entire body shudders, and you hear her breath hitch. You know she's close. You're close, too. Her inner walls are squeezing you harder, and you can feel the coil in your stomach winding tighter and tighter, and you're ready to explode. You struggle to hold back, but then she speaks, low and raspy.

"I know you know my name, Pierce," she pants above you, rolling her hips hard, trembling. "Say it."

"L-Lopez-" you gasp, feeling her clench.

"My name, Pierce, my real name."

"Santana-" you gasp, your orgasm taking you. You buck your hips up, burying your cock completely, and empty yourself inside her. Warm fluid erupts from the end of your penis, and you grip her hips tightly as you keep coming. She leans down, and for a second you think she's going to kiss you-

But then she buries her face in the crook of your neck, wrapping her arms around you and pressing her naked torso to yours. Her hips rock hard on your still-twitching dick, and you feel her moan something that sounds like your name, but you're not sure because you can't hear her over the sound of your own heart pounding.

You breathe raggedly for several long moments, enjoying the feeling of holding her close, enjoying the intimacy of your slowly-softening penis still inside her wet, sticky heat. You can feel a puddle of your mixed releases forming on your hips, but you don't care. You stroke a hand down her slightly-sweaty back and swallow the sudden lump in your throat.

You feel overwhelmed with emotion. You don't want to go.

You're worried this will be the last time you ever see her.

When she sits up, you search desperately for something to say. You hope she kisses you. Your eyes find hers. She looks at you for a long time, a myriad of emotions playing on her face.

She stares at you.

She doesn't kiss you.

And silently, she leaves.

You sit on the bed, feeling as if you might cry, and wondering if you dreamt the whole thing.

When 0500 rolls around and you're standing at the transport post waiting for your ride to arrive which will take you to the train station, you're surprised when Commander Lopez is the one who pulls up in the Hummer. You place your canvas bag in the back seat and climb in the passenger seat. The ride to the station is silent and your mind races with a thousand things to say, but you can't focus on just one. You want to say so many things. You have so many questions. You want to scream. You want to thank her. You want to beg her not to go. You have no idea how to form any of those wants into words.

When you finally reach the station, Commander Lopez pulls the Hummer up to the curb and leaves it parked while you get your bag. She reaches into her pocket and pulls out your train ticket, and you stand on the platform, facing her, still not sure what to say.

And then she speaks.

"I know you were drafted," she admits, her voice sounding small, and in this moment, she's not Commander Lopez to you. She's Santana. She's an ordinary, scared, vulnerable girl, who's opening up to you, and it makes your heart break. "I read your file," she continues. "You were drafted, which means you didn't sign up by choice. You never wanted this." She pauses to make eye contact, a small, genuine smile tugging at her lips. "Yet still you excelled. You can outrun, outfight and outgun every other girl in that company, but- your heart isn't in it. It never will be. I can't force it. And I- I don't want to, either. I don't want to break that part of you."

She takes a deep, shuddering breath, and you feel your throat closing up. "You don't belong in the military, Pierce," she says firmly, straightening her posture. "And maybe I could be selfish- maybe I could keep you miserable, say you're too good, too strong, too much of an asset to our cause to let you go- but I choose for you to be happy instead."

But I wasn't miserable, you think, trying to find the courage to blurt the words, but you can't find the voice. You can't find the conviction.

You don't want to lie.

Santana looks at you, and it's different from any other time she's looked at you. You swallow, watching as she reaches up to cup your cheek, and when she swipes her thumb beneath your eyes, you realize you're crying.

Shakily, you thank her. You try to smile.

And then, still cupping your cheek, Santana rolls up on her tip toes and kisses you.

You feel your knees buckle, your legs weakening. You're pretty sure you sway a little at the feeling of her plump lips finally, finally, finally pressing sweetly against yours. It's everything you'd dreamed it would be, and more, and you eagerly kiss back.

And when you feel her starting to pull back, you lean forward, trying to hold onto the feeling of her lips as long as possible. You've waited so long, you don't want it to be over so soon-

You're completely surprised when you feel her wrap her arms around your neck and pull you close. She tilts her head, deepening the kiss, opening her mouth and inviting you to invade it with your tongue. You don't hesitate, sliding your arms tightly around her waist and crushing her body to yours as you kiss desperately.

You're lost in her scent, in her warmth, in her lips, in her smooth, velvet tongue. You're lost in the feel of her arms around you, and the way she presses her body against you, as if trying to get closer. You're lost in the sounds of her small moans, and her fingers in your hair-

And then the train whistle blows and shatters your reality.

Santana steps back, clearing her throat. She deters her gaze to the train, running her hands over the front of her uniform to straighten it, even though it looks perfect as usual.

You want to say so many things, but-

"Good luck, Pierce," she says quietly, and the train whistles blows again.

You swallow your words, pick up your bag and make your way to the train. You pause to toss one last look over your shoulder, and your eyes meet.

It's the last time you think you'll ever see her.

You listen to your heart break over and over the entire train ride home.

Aww…. Poor Britt! :'(

Don't worry, guys! EPILOGUE, remember?! ;)

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