´´Sugar!´´, Brittany dropped her bag on the usual table next to Sugar, ''have you seen Santana today?''
Sugar scowled. ''Not yet, but it's only first period.''
Brittany sat down and turned around, facing Noah and Finn. ''Have you seen her?''
Noah shook his head. ''Since when are you two separated? You're like a Siamese twin.''
Brittany rolled her eyes and turned around again. ''Fuck off Noah.''
Noah laughed. ''It's clear where you picked up that behavior Britt.''
Sugar raised her eyebrow at Brittany. ''He's right. I thought you were always driving to school together.''
Brittany nodded. ''We are. Just not today I guess.''
Brittany knew something was wrong. She most of the time was driving with Santana because she mostly came over early to have breakfast at Brittany's because she didn't like being home alone. Besides that Santana liked Brittany's parents a lot and likewise, Santana was like a daughter to them. This morning Santana didn't came over, which wasn't really strange but she didn't text Brittany like usual and the last time Brittany saw her was Thursday and it was Monday today.
''She probably just forgot to text you. You know her'', Sugar tried to cheer her up.
Brittany decided it was best to just believe that and to forget about it. Santana probably got distracted by something.
/
It was Wednesday and Santana still didn't return or answered any of her messages and calls. School was almost out and Brittany tried not to panic but it was hard to restrain herself from not calling the police. Her father calmed her down when he caught her printing out pamphlets with Santana's face on it but Brittany decided that if Santana wouldn't show up today she would call in the police.
When she was having a lunch break, Brittany came up with another idea. Maybe Karofsky would know where she was since they still hang out sometimes. He'd probably be at the parking lot and Brittany was right when she saw Karofsky at the parking lot, tossing freshmen in the dumpsters with his friends. She hesitated before she came closer.
''Dave?''
He gave a friend a high five and spread out his arm to the next freshman. ''Next please.'' A short boy with glasses and a huge backpack that was almost bigger than his entire upper body wavered towards him. The boy made Brittany think of a fattened pig that was on his way to the abattoir. She felt sorry for the little boy but she doubted if she could help him. Karofsky grinned at the boy's scared expression.
Brittany sighed. ''Dave!'', she repeated, louder this time.
He gave her a quick look over his shoulder and smirked at her. ''To what do I owe this pleasure, Madam President?'' He let go of the backpack's straps and gave the boy a warning look. ''Stay here.''
''Have you seen Santana?'', Brittany tried not to sound desperate.
Dave scowled. ''Why are you asking me? You are always-.''
''Yeah I know'', Brittany interrupted him. ''Any idea where she might be?''
Dave shrugged. ''Locker room? Bleachers?''
''Of course'', Brittany mumbled softly. ''Thanks.'' She looked at the boy that was almost shaking of fear and tried to come up with a way to escape for him. She pointed at him. ''Oh and Figgins wanted to see him.''
Dave tilted his head a little before he shrugged. ''Whatever, we've got a large queue anyways.'' He gave the boy a push towards Brittany and winked another freshman.
The boy quickly stumbled towards Brittany, without looking around at Karofsky and his friends. ''Thank you'', he mumbled shyly when he passed Brittany and before Dave could call him back he disappeared into the school.
Brittany walked across the football field, restraining herself from running. To her displeasure the bleachers were empty with the exception of some cheerleaders. Brittany took a seat on the bleachers and sighed. She looked around for someone she recognized when she saw small clouds of smoke behind the bleachers. She climbed through the gantry and saw someone from the back sitting on the couch under the bleachers. Brittany could've recognized her hair from kilometers away. She came closer and walked around the couch while she crossed her arms. Santana didn't seem to notice her because she slowly took another whiff. Brittany recognized the scent and she was almost a hundred percent sure Santana wasn't smoking just a cigarette.
''San?'', her voice rose when she spoke.
Santana didn't react and blew out the smoke while she played with the joint.
''San'', Brittany repeated with a firmer, more pressing tone.
Santana let out a deep sigh and slowly tilted her head so she could look at Brittany. She bit on her lip and looked away sadly when she saw Brittany gasping and covering her mouth with her hands.
''What happened with you?'', Brittany's voice echoed in her own hands. She barely recognized Santana; this girl was a harsher, more ghetto version of the Santana she knew. Santana's face was covered with bruises and she had a black eye. A deep cut covered her whole right cheek, although Brittany could see the stitches in it. Her clothes looked like they weren't washed for weeks and her skin had a dark glow from filth.
Brittany came closer and kneeled in front of Santana. She was surprised Santana didn't resist when she took her joint and flattened it with her shoe. Two sad, covered with old make-up eyes gave her a pervasive glance.
''Tell me what happened'', Brittany demanded. She took Santana's hand and rubbed it in attempt to comfort Santana.
Santana looked at their hands. ''Don't you need to be in class?''
Brittany scowled. ''Yes. But so do you Santana.''
Santana shrugged sadly. ''I don't feel like going.''
Brittany didn't respond and continued rubbing Santana's hand. She noticed some scratches on Santana's hand which were surrounded by dried blood.
''Did anyone see you already?'', Brittany looked up at Santana.
She shook her head. ''I parked my car near the bleachers.''
Brittany stood up and entangled their fingers. ''Let's go to my house. My parents aren't home anyways.''
Santana stood up and Brittany put her other arm around Santana's shoulder. She hoped the parking lot was empty. She was relieved when she saw nobody was outside so she quickly guided Santana towards her car and opened the door so she could step in. She walked around the car and stepped in, and just when she pulled up a familiar face appeared in their sight. Noah walked around the corner, holding a bag in his left hand and a take-away coffee in his right. He raised his eyebrow when he saw the two of them in Santana's car.
''God, poor Santana. I didn't know you were such an animal in bed Britt, a pity you weren't that wild that one night in freshman year'', he smirked at them.
Santana leaned over Brittany to peek her head out of the window. She raised her middle finger to him. ''Go fuck yourself Noah!''
Brittany drove away as soon as possible and she felt relieved when she saw the drive was empty. She wasn't really sure whether her parents were home or not and she had quite a lot explanation to do when her parents found Santana like this. She was dying to know what happened with Santana but she knew she had to patch up Santana first.
She guided Santana into the bathroom and quickly went to her bedroom to get some clean clothes. She got back to the bathroom and saw Santana sitting on the ground in front of the bath. Brittany sighed and she kneeled down in front of her.
''Put your arms up'', she commanded.
Santana slowly stretched her arms and Brittany took off her top and her bra. She gently shoved off Santana's sneakers and unbuttoned her shorts after which she removed them. Brittany let her eyes run over Santana's trembling body; she had never seen her so fragile before. Her tough attitude was nowhere to be seen and it frightened Brittany to see Santana like this because Santana never recoiled from anything.
Brittany opened the crane to fill the bath and carefully dabbed off the dirt from Santana's body with a wet towel. Santana flinched a little when Brittany cleaned the wound on her cheek. She felt Santana's eyes following every movement she made but she didn't made eye contact.
''Come on'', Brittany whispered while she suavely put her hands around Santana's chest, helping her to stand up. Santana sat down in the middle of the in the meanwhile filled bathtub and Brittany started scrubbing her body. She was so focused she didn't notice Santana started sobbing. Tears rolled down Santana's wet face as she pressed her face against Brittany chest. Brittany pulled her closer and wrapped her arms around the naked, wet girl.
''It's okay San'', Brittany soothed. She let her head rest on Santana's wet hair and rubbed her hands over her cheeks.
''It's going to be okay'', she repeated in a whisper.
''It's not Britt, it's my fault'', Santana sobbed into her chest. Brittany had no idea what she was talking about but she didn't want to be a burden by asking her questions.
When Santana calmed down Brittany let her put on clean clothes before she carefully slipped in bed, next to an already sleeping Santana. She looked peaceful in her sleep, like nothing ever happened. Brittany turned off the night lamp and slowly turned around, trying not to wake Santana. She was almost asleep when she felt a hand grabbing her hip weakly. Santana wrapped her arms around her waist and pressed her body against Brittany's as close as she could. Brittany looked at Santana but her eyes were still closed.
''I love you Britt'', Santana mumbled softly against the skin in Brittany´s neck.
Brittany placed a kiss on Santana's lips, trying not to hurt her because of all the injuries in her face. ''And I love you.''
/
Brittany woke up next morning exactly as they fell asleep. She turned around to see if Santana was awake but she was still asleep. She gently removed Santana's arm off her waist and slipped out of the bed. She put on her glasses and went to the kitchen to make breakfast. She wasn't sure whether to ask Santana what happened or not. She knew Santana didn't find it easy to talk about herself or about her feelings, so Brittany was scared Santana would shut her out. She was sure about one thing, and that was that she had to look more after Santana.
She was lost in thoughts so she didn't notice Santana shuffling into the kitchen. She sat down on a crutch at the kitchen unit.
''Morning Britt'', she mumbled softly.
Brittany glanced over her shoulder and smiled when she saw Santana wearing her own SpongeBob pajama and her huge glasses she only wore in mornings. The injuries in her face looked calmer than yesterday and her eye was less swollen.
''Are you making your famous Pierce breakfast?'', Santana's lips slowly curled into a cute smile.
Brittany nodded. ''Totally. Waffles and toast with strawberries and orange juice.''
''That's why I like to wake up later than you'', Santana mumbled.
Brittany smiled at her and turned around to slice the strawberries. She knew what Santana was doing. She was pretending like nothing happened because she didn't want to talk about it. Probably a quality she inherited from her mother and she was really good at it.
´´What are you going to tell people about your face?'' Brittany took the waffles out of the waffle iron.
Santana shrugged behind her. ''I'm not sure if I'm going today.''
Brittany frowned upon Santana. ''You can't skip classes for a whole week because of your face. You can put foundation on it.''
''Britt please, I look like a kamikaze pilot who failed his attempt to fly an aircraft into a building.''
Brittany put the strawberries on the waffles and toast and shoved the full plate with a glass of orange juice towards Santana. This was the perfect opportunity to ask what happened and she knew that if she would wait it would be harder to start the conversation again. She leaned on the kitchen unit and tried to look casual.
''What happened anyways?''
Santana looked away before she looked at Brittany. ''Nothing serious.''
Brittany scoffed. ''Nothing serious? You disappeared for six days and then you show up at school completely injured and covered in dirt and then you start crying but nothing really happened? I'm not stupid Santana.''
Santana sighed. ''You remember Emily, from Carmel High?''
Brittany scowled. What did Emily have to do with this? ''Yeah I do.''
Santana cut her waffles and took a bite. ''She needed my help with something.'' She pointed at the waffles. ''These are really good by the way.''
''And then?''
''On my way back I ran into Igor at the basketball court. You know, the Russian mole'', Santana added when Brittany scowled. ''Some friends of him came over and before I knew it I was involved in a fight.''
Brittany scowled again. It was a weird story and she didn't understand why Santana helped out Emily and why she didn't reply her texts.
''Why didn't you reply my texts?''
''My battery was dead'', Santana simply shrugged.
Brittany leaned closer to her to kiss her. ''Charge it next time'', she mumbled in their kiss. Santana smiled at her and nodded. ''Yes ma'am.''
''Do you think you can make yourself presentable before this evening or are you going to pass a date with me?'', Brittany wiggled her eyebrow.
Santana smirked. ''Ah, a date? I think I can patch up myself for that. What are we going to do?''
Brittany gave her a quick peck on her forehead. ''You'll see. I'm going to take a shower and change. Unlike some other people in this room whose name I'm not going to say, I actually do have to go to school.''
Santana turned around and grinned at her. ''I can think of more interesting ways to spend this day with you.''
''You better save them for tonight!'', Brittany shouted while she walked upstairs. She went to the shower to get ready for school. She was sure the story Santana just told her wasn´t finished yet but she would ask her another time.
/
Brittany again felt people staring at her when she walked down the corridor. The news of Santana being absent for almost a week spread around quick and everybody seemed to be up-to-date. Brittany was surprised Jacob didn't attack her with his camera yet to film a stupid interview about her love life for his blog. Brittany's thoughts got interrupted by a buzz in her pocket. It was a text from Rachel –how did she even got Brittany's number?-
'Emergency meeting, auditorium right now', it read.
''Brittany'', Noah grabbed Brittany's arm and pulled her towards the corner of the corridor.
''I'm sorry Noah I don't really feel like giving you advice about how to pamper Quinn right now'', Brittany sighed.
Noah scowled. ''What? No that's not why I'm here.''
''Yeah why are you here actually? Don't you need to be at house, skipping all of your classes?''
Noah crossed his arms. ''Since when are you so moody Britt?''
Brittany leaned against the lockers and sighed. ''I'm sorry, it's Santana.''
''That's why I'm here. I wanted to call you but I wasn't sure if that was opportune.'' Noah glanced around the corridor and leaned a little closer to Brittany. ''How is she doing?''
Brittany shrugged. ''Fine now, I guess. She's at my house today, you know, because of her face.''
''What happened to her?''
Noah looked at her with a concerned glance. Brittany realized that he probably cared a lot about Santana since he was always looking out for her and asking Brittany how she was doing. They were like brother and sister and Brittany felt sorry for him that she was always running him down. Everyone was actually always running him down, probably just because of his bad boy image he gained by knocking up Quinn and his behavior at school.
''Britt?'', Noah tilted his head, like he was trying to figure out was she was thinking about.
''Uh'', Brittany mumbled. ''She told me she got involved in a fight with Igor and a few of his friends.''
''Igor?'', Noah raised his eyebrow. ''I didn't know they still had contact.''
''Me neither'', Brittany shrugged. ''I'm sorry Noah but I've got to go, we've got Glee rehearsal.''
Noah nodded, but he seemed absent. Brittany gave him a hug and walked away.
''Brittany wait'', Noah came up behind her. ''About Igor, I'll tell him to stay away from Santana.''
Brittany smiled at him. ''I appreciate that Noah.''
She didn't even reached the stage yet before she could hear a reared familiar voice coming from behind the wings on the stage. Brittany peeked her head around the wings and she saw Rachel standing in the middle of a circle of the other Glee Club members. She was rapidly talking, swaying her hands through the air. Something outside the circle caught Brittany's attention. Santana was sitting on the piano with crossed legs, looking bored. Brittany noticed she took her advice seen her perfectly intact face. It must've took her lots of time to put so much foundation on her face because Brittany could barely see any bruises or scratches. Brittany walked around the wings and took place in the circle.
Santana tilted her head when she noticed Brittany and gave her a retiring smirk. Brittany answered her with a quick wink.
''Brittany! You're late'', Rachel waved her hands in front of Brittany's face to catch her attention. She sounded annoyed.
''Yeah sorry I'm not Superwoman'', Brittany shrugged.
Rachel rolled her eyes and looked at the rest of the Glee Club again. ''So it's a huge disaster, Mr. Schue has gone crazy and now we're fucked'', she pattered. She immediately covered her mouth with her hands. ''I'm sorry I mean we're burdened with the consequences. '' She blushed.
Santana laughed. ''Jesus Berry, loosen your grandma panties a little.''
Kurt covered his mouth to restrain himself from laughing out loud. ''True that'', he mumbled indistinctly.
Rachel narrowed her eyes at her. ''At least I don't have a very limited vocabulary which only exists of insults and some sloppy Lima Heights street talk.''
''Rachel can you get to the point?'', Artie interrupted her. ''I've got more things to do today.''
Rachel sighed. ''Right. So Mr. Schue told me we're only allowed to do songs from the Neville Brothers at Sectionals and that's not because of the theme but because he wants to commemorate them. I, for one, am sure we're not going to win Sectionals with those songs so I suggest we're going to have a convention.''
Quinn took a step forward. ''I think it's good to do the Neville Brothers. We can dwell upon Christians.''
Rachel didn't react because she was too busy staring at Santana. ''San!'', she hissed, ''what are you doing?''
Everybody turned their heads towards Santana, who lit up a cigarette and now was lying down on the piano.
''Smoking'', Santana mumbled.
''You can't smoke inside Santana!'', Rachel hissed like she was correcting a child. ''Especially not in the auditorium!''
''Watch me'', Santana defiantly look another whiff and grinned at Rachel's face expression when she blew out the smoke.
Finn, who had been staring at the whole occurrence with an open mouth, stepped forward and crossed his arms. ''I'm with Rachel on this'', he said, trying to sound confident.
Santana narrowed her eyes at him. ''Mind your own business, manboobs.''
Rachel also crossed her arms and gave her a pleading glance. ''Please just try to act human Santana'', she snapped back at her.
Santana looked at the other people in the circle that were staring at her and let out a sigh. She tossed the cigarette on the floor and slipped off the piano to flatten it with her heels. Everybody followed her movements closely. Santana walked over to Brittany when she was done and gave her a peck on her cheek while she wrapped one arm around Brittany's waist.
''Hey Britt-Britt'', she whispered while she gave Brittany a smile.
Brittany reacted by giving Santana a quick peck on her lips.
''Go on with your incredibly fascinating speech Berry'', Santana scoffed.
/
Brittany leaned forward to grab the remote to turn off her TV. Santana had fallen asleep on her lap and she was afraid she'd wake her. They had a fun night at the fair on the boulevard. Santana had won her a huge cuddly toy in the shape of a unicorn. Well, she didn't really win it, she spent thirty dollars on the shooting gallery and eventually bribed the owner to give her the toy when Brittany wasn't watching but Brittany only pretended like she didn't see it.
They also occupied the inflatable until a woman made a complaint because her –stupid obese with puffed up apple cheeks as Santana called him- child had no room in the inflatable because Brittany and Santana were making out in it. Brittany ate cotton candy until she was nauseous and Santana pulled Brittany's leg when she pretended like she wanted to go to the kissing booth. At the end of the evening they went in the Ferris wheel where they kissed each other at the top –what Santana of course found very cheesy but Brittany didn't care-.
''Don't turn it off'', Santana mumbled sleepy.
Brittany scowled and looked at Santana's closed eyes. ''Thought you fell asleep.''
''No, I'm just relaxing with my eyes closed. It's different.'' Santana turned her head so she could look at Brittany who put on the TV again. Brittany glanced at Santana's hurt face. She took off the foundation right away when they got home again so the bruises and the cut were visible again. Brittany stroke Santana's cheek while she stared at the TV.
''I think I look pretty badass'', Santana smiled at her.
Brittany sighed and didn't turn away her glance off the TV. ''I think it looks stupid.''
A sound loud sound filled the room and Santana straightened to get her phone out of her pocket. She looked at the screen to see who was calling but didn´t answer the call and put the phone back in her pocket.
´´Why aren´t you answering?''
Santana shrugged. ''Not important.''
Santana rolled on her side so she could look at Brittany better. ''You seem not at home today.'' She poked Brittany's stomach leisurely when she didn't respond. ''Britt?''
Brittany slumped down and rested her head on the pillow. ''I just… don't know'', she mumbled to herself.
Santana pushed herself up and sat crossed-legged. ''You don't know what?'', she scowled.
Brittany stared at the ceiling. ''Why are you always so distant towards everybody? Lately you're even being distant towards me.''
''You mean when I didn't respond at your texts?'', Santana raised her eyebrows.
Brittany shrugged a little. ''In general.''
Santana leaned over to rest her head on Brittany's chest and sway her leg around Brittany's. ''I just think I miss my mom'', she mumbled slowly.
''I know you do, and I completely understand.'' Brittany softly played with Santana's hear. ''But please don't be distant towards me, you can tell me everything.''
Santana slowly nodded. Brittany cupped her face to turn it towards hers. ''Okay?''
She felt Santana's soft lips pressing on hers. ''Okay'?'', Brittany repeated in their kiss. Santana smiled. ''Okay'', she replied with a husky voice after which she pressed her lips on Brittany's again. This time Brittany gave in to the kiss and for a moment she forgot everything else in the world. She heard Santana chuckle when she pulled back. Brittany opened her eyes and smiled at her. ''What?''
''You just look so cute'', Santana smirked and leaned forward to suck the skin in Brittany's neck.
Brittany grinned. ''Bootlicker. You're just trying to make it right with your sexiness.''
''Hmm'', Santana whispered against the skin in her neck. ''Is it working?'' Brittany felt a hand slipping under her shirt.
''Luckily for you, yes.''
''Good'', Santana pulled back and smiled at her.
Brittany smirked. ''You're such a tease.'' She cupped Santana's face so she could pull her closer. ''C'mere.''
Santana placed her hand over Brittany's and Brittany smiled when she saw a shiny ring on Santana's thin ring finger, the exact same ring as she was wearing day and night. The bright ring was beautifully in contrast with Santana's tanned skin.
''Wait. I want to ask you something'', Santana took her hand and entangled their fingers. She hesitated for a moment, like she was searching for words. ''About that trip we planned to New York next week?''
Brittany slowly nodded.
Santana looked at their fingers. ''Well, uh, my mother called me today. She's nearby and wants to spend a weekend together.''
Brittany's face lighted up. ''San! Why didn't you tell me before? That's amazing.''
Santana nodded. ''Yes it is. But she's only in Washington for three days.'' She looked at Brittany. ''The weekend we're going to New York.''
''Oh'', Brittany couldn't suppress the disappointment in her voice. She glanced at Santana's eyes that were filled with hope. She didn't have the heart for it to not let Santana go so she could spend a weekend with her in New York. That would be the most selfish thing she'd ever do.
''Go to Washington San, you've got a lot to catch up on with your mom'', Brittany smiled at Santana.
Santana assailed her with excitement. ''Really? I thought you would be disappointed.''
Brittany saw her chance so she moved her weight so now she was sitting on top of Santana. 'New York can wait.''
Santana moved up her chest and cupped Brittany's face. She placed kisses all over Brittany's face, ending with one long kiss on her mouth. ''Thanks honey'', she smirked at Brittany.
Brittany undid Santana from her top and pushed her back on the bed. ''I like your way of saying thanks'', she grinned while she unbuttoned Santana's jeans.
/
´´Britt are you almost ready?''
Brittany frowned at a smiling Sacha Baron Cohen –wearing a fluorescent thong- and turned around. Santana crossed her arms and raised her eyebrows at her.
''Almost'', she answered.
They were a Brittany's favorite store –besides Pets Place-, the music store. She had always loved movies and TV series, hence the large pile of DVD's in Brittany's living room. Right now she was hesitating between buying the latest season of Dexter or Game of Thrones. Brittany looked through the window where Santana was standing in front of the store. She was leaning against a pillar, smoking a cigarette. Brittany grabbed Dexter and placed it on the counter.
The Eastern looking shop assistant smiled at her. ''Good choice. I just finished watching this season.''
Brittany nodded and bended to get her wallet out of her bag. She gulped lightly when she felt two arms wrapping around her waist. Santana stood behind her and rested her head on Brittany's shoulder.
''Spending your money on boring series again?'', she mumbled in Brittany's ear.
Brittany leaned back a little in Santana's arms and smiled. ''They're not stupid San. Give them a shot.''
Santana shook her head on Brittany's shoulder. ''Nope. I'm not wasting my time with you by watching TV series.''
Brittany handed her money over to the shop assistant, who narrowed her eyes at the two of them. ''Then don't nag on it.''
The shop assistant took her money and gazed at the two hugging girls in front of her. ''You know'', she started, ''I think it's plain rude from you gay people to be intimate in public.''
Santana scoffed and Brittany felt the arms around her waist tighten. ''Who do you think you are, Chinatown?''
The shop assistant crossed her arms. ''It's a sin. It wasn't God's intention to create gay people.''
''I'm pretty sure God also made a huge mishap when he created you freakin' chinks'', Santana snapped back at her.
Brittany quickly took the bag off the counter and grabbed Santana's hand to pull her towards the exit. ''Let it go San, she doesn't know better.''
Santana didn't resist but at the door she turned around and gave the woman one last angry look. ''I really do hope you choke in your fortune cookie tonight'', she hissed at the woman.
Brittany chuckled when they stood outside. ''Waste of the cookie.''
Santana stared at the woman through the window. She seemed heated and Brittany remembered Santana telling her once that everything turns black and she loses control when she gets angry.
Santana waggled impatiently on her feet. ''Do you want me to punch her? I highly doubt if there's anything on her face that I could ruin more but okay.''
''No.'' Brittany reached out for her hand and pulled her away from the store. ''That's like, the worst idea ever since you've got a police record San.''
Santana pulled a sad face and shrugged a little. ''But I appreciate your offer'', Brittany smirked.
''Let's get some bagels'', Santana forced a smile and started walking. ''If we're lucky Rachel is working right now so we get to make fun of her stupid apron.''
''Or we can cajole free bagels or sandwiches and coffee out of her.''
Santana clutched her hand around Brittany's tighter and looked around skittishly. ''Yeah'', she mumbled vacantly.
''What's wrong San?''
Santana looked caught. ''I just thought I recognized someone.''
''Santana?'', a deep voice came from behind them.
Brittany felt her heartbeat fasten when she turned around and saw where the voice was coming from. Igor was standing in front of them, together with a guy Brittany didn't recognize. He looked worse than the last time Brittany saw him. His cheeks were sunken and he had dark circles under his glassy eyes. Igor scoffed when he saw Brittany.
''Look who we've got here'', Igor grinned at her. ''I remember you still owe me money.''
''Leave her alone Igor'', Santana hissed at him.
He narrowed his eyes at her. ''Why aren't you answering my calls? Are you trying to avoid me?''
Brittany frowned at Santana. ''He calls you?''
'''Not now Britt'', Santana gave her a compelling glance. She turned towards Igor. ''I already told you I don't want it so stop calling me.''
´´You don´t want it?'', Igor repeated. ''You should've said that sooner, now we're both involved.''
Santana took a step forward and crossed her arms. Brittany admired the fact that she wasn't even slightly intimidated by Igor and his friend. But maybe that wasn't good as well, because that also caused most of Santana's troubles.
''Let me break it down for you'', Santana whispered. ''I'm not in for your stupid games so stop calling me. And you-'', she pointed at his friend who was staring keenly at Brittany, ''don't even think about it or I'll breaks your legs.''
She grabbed Brittany's arm and pulled her towards the lunchroom they were heading before they got interrupted. Brittany looked back at the boys over her shoulder and it looked like they were fighting over something but she was too far away to hear what they were saying. They took a seat in the back and Santana quickly shoved the menu in Brittany's hand.
Brittany scowled at her. ''Okay what was that about?''
Santana waved her hands. ''Asshole wants me to help to kick somebody's ass.''
''You aren't going to help him, right?''
Santana sighed. ''No of course not but he doesn't seem to get the message because he keeps calling me.'' Santana tilted her head and smirked. ''We're lucky today Britt.''
Brittany turned her head to see what she was talking about. Rachel came their way and Brittany instantly felt sorry for her because she looked very nervous.
''Berry'', Santana greeted her.
Rachel leaned closer to them. ''Act normal Santana. I remember almost getting fired last time you were here.''
Santana smiled at her. ''Why would I ever do that?''
Rachel shrugged. ''I don't know. Maybe because you're the most heartless person I know.'' She took a notebook out of her apron. ''How can I help you?''
''Can I have one of those bagels with pink glaze on it?'', Brittany raised her eyebrow.
Rachel frowned at her. ''You mean a donut?''
''I don't know, yeah I guess. A bagel with glaze on it.''
''Right''. Rachel nodded and wrote down something on her notebook and glanced at Santana.
''Sundried tomato bagel'', Santana shoved away the menu. Rachel wrote something else on her notebook and left with the menu's.
''Why are you always being so rude to her?''
Santana shrugged. ''I don't know, I just don't like her. She's annoying.''
Brittany smiled. ''Yeah she kind of is.''
''Anyways, do you wanna come over tonight?'', Santana wiggled her eyebrow at Brittany. ''I'm almost leaving and I'd like to get my sweet lady kisses on.''