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Chapter 10

Brittany swallows the huge lump in her throat as she follows the other women back to their living quarters, trying to process everything she has just heard. The man that she trusted, became friends with and angered Santana and Quinn just to hang out with had been working against them. Others had been suspicious of him, had known he was up to something, is she really that naive? To fall for a man's charm when other people don't? She feels Quinn's hand take hers, sees the reassuring smile the other blonde gives her, the quick wink that Santana shoots her and she knows that they're not thinking the same thing. They don't blame her or pity her, they blame Sam, hate him for tricking their most trusted guard and friend, not even blaming Puck for falling for it. Brittany takes comfort in their support, appreciates their trust and allowance to be a part of the meeting, glad to have a chance to see how things work, to see the respect the women she loves receive.

"I'm going to go for a walk" Rachel tells them, "I need to think" she adds, Santana nodding a gesturing for Blaine to go with her, the guard following the petite brunette while keeping a respectful distance. The latina sighs softly, her eyes never leaving the retreating woman until Rachel and Blaine are out of sight.

"I'll go with Karofsky, I want to check out the new guard posts. I'll be back later" Santana tells her two blondes, her hand rising to cup Brittany's cheek in her hand, brown eyes converying her love. "Stay in the living quarters until I know our surroundings are safe" she states before turning to Quinn, the two women sharing a look and a nod. "Alright, let's go" the latina says, turning on her heel and striding down the hall, Karofsky following her.

"Ma'am? Are you going somewhere?" Matt asks.

"No, I'm going back to the living quarters, Chang can come with us. Go get some rest" Quinn replies, giving a nod to Puckerman before walking towards the apartment with Brittany, Mike walking behind them and stopping at the door while the two blondes go inside. "Thank you Hummel, you can go" she states to Kurt as she takes Michael from his arms, the young man smiling at the boy before he leaves. Quinn smiles down at the child she raised with Santana, the young boy babbling to her and giving her a toothy grin, his little fingers playing with her hair. "Are you ok?" she asks Brittany quietly.

"Yeah..it's a lot to take in but I'm ok" the ex servant responds. "Thank you for letting me be there" she adds in a murmur, her eyes downcast. She can feel hazel eyes studying her, the other woman easily reading the twenty year olds expression, no matter how much Brittany tries to hide it. The taller woman always thought that Quinn's eyes could see into her soul, the intese gaze always seeing right through her if she ever tried to hide something. "He used me, didn't he?" she asks, sighing when Quinn nods.

"I'm sorry, I really wish there was something I could say to make you feel better, other than at least we know who we can trust now" Quinn states, resting her hand on Brittany's shoulder, both of them chuckling as Michael does the same. "And there is one man who will always be on our side" she adds, handing the little boy over to the other blonde.

"Is Rachel going to be alright?" the taller woman asks, almost fearful to hear the answer.

"I think so, she just needs some time. She had a traumatic experience" Quinn murmurs, feeling her own concern for the brunette building.

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Santana is finishing lacing up her boots when she hears the knock coming from outside the equipment room, calling out for the person to enter and giving Karofsky a nod when he walks into the room. The man takes in his boss' appearance, the camouflage trousers and black long sleeved t'shirt and realises the woman is planning to fight if she needs to.

"Ma'am, we'll get you out of there if it's not safe, you don't need to fight with us" he states, forcing himself not to take a step back at the intense gaze that meets him. There's a fierce determination in her dark eyes as the latina stands up, the passion on her face is something he has never seen before. The usual cold, hard demeanour is gone, the sense of importance and superiority is fading and he sees nothing but his equal as he meets her gaze.

"Rachel could have died" Santana states, loading bullets into her hand gun and placing it into her belt. "When the motherfuckers that want Michael or Rachel turn up I will finish this. No more running" she adds and realisation hits Dave. She fully expects them to be found, it's no longer a case of if but a matter of when. The woman standing in front of them is no longer the infamous cold hearted bitch that had the blood of many staining her hands, who didn't care if people she had known for years were killed doing tasks for her, that person is gone. The woman before him is ready for battle, to protect the people she cares about, proving all the servants, who said it is impossible for her to love, wrong. "Let's go" she says.

"Yes Ma'am" Karofsky replies, full of respect for the woman. He follows her from the room, finding Puck waiting for them by the door, the mohawked man glancing at Santana curiously for a moment before shrugging and falling into step with her and the other guard. She leads them out to the underground parking lot and jumps into the front passenger seat of one of the landrovers, Puck getting into the driver's sear as Dave takes a seat in the back. The drive back along the tunnel is silent, Santana mentally preparing herself just in case they run into trouble when they expand their territory.

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The dampness of the ground soaks into the front of his t'shirt as he lays amongst the long grass, looking down at the mass of trees below. He takes a drink of water from his hip flask while he waits, keeping his mind focused on the task ahead, knowing the whole operation relies on his ability to pull this off. He glances across at the dead body slumped against a tree, his conscience slipping through his concentration for a second before he shakes the guilt from his mind, one life in exchange for the lives of many, a necessary victim. He pulls his cell-phone from his pocket when it vibrates against his leg, reading the message and shoving it back into his pocket.

"Show time" he mutters to himself, pulling his sniper rifle from his back and loading it with a single bullet. He lifts the scope and settles the gun on the small tripod stand in front of him, waiting motionlessly until the time to strike arrives. The sound of rustling leaves reaches the man's ears and his finger moves to the trigger, silently watching through the scope as the three figures below him slowly come closer. He smiles as his target comes into clear view, strands of Santana's long black hair moving in the slight breeze, her whole body tensed as her eyes search her surroundings, her gun firmly in the grip of her left hand. His finger squeezes the trigger, the silencer muffling the shot and he watches as the latina falls to the ground, Karofsky running to her while Puck shoots in the direction that he knows the dead body of the scape-goat is while Sam makes his hasty escape.

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