Chapter was incredibly difficult to rack out. I tried my best, it's more of a filler chapter, but next chapter will be MUCH better, I promise. Anyway enjoy, thank you for the reviews.

Chapter 11

Sitting in this chair all night and through the morning, Brittany couldn't bring herself to get any sleep. She obviously got the orders to again look after Santana, just because Sue felt that they made a good team for some strange reason, but Brittany didn't question it. Why would she? She gets to spend time with Santana again in solitary confinement, only this time she imagined it'd be longer than a month.

Dark bags were obvious under her eyes as she watched the Latina sleep peacefully. The doctor said that thankfully the blows missed her ribs and that she would just have nice bruises on her back and stomach as reminders of that night. Brittany was thankful to hear there was no actual damage, but it still scared her to death seeing her in Bieste's death grip. She knew the older woman was terrifying and so much larger than Santana, but to actually see the ordeal; that nearly caused her heart to jump out of her chest.

Although, she couldn't help, but feel a little angry at the whole situation. Why the hell would Sue transfer her to a cell with Bieste? It just didn't make any sense. She knew what had happened the first time they got into a fight, so to actually have them living together is completely illogical. But unfortunately, she knew that getting mad at Sue wasn't going to do anything, except maybe get her terminated from her position, so instead she was going to focus on her job—and her job was Santana.

With heavy eyes she watched the rise and fall of her chest, before pulling her chair closer to the bed. There, she leaned forward, taking in her surroundings before placing her hand upon her cheek, gently stroking it. She did this a few times throughout the night, but she was thankful it didn't wake her. She assumed Santana was either on pain medication that just knocked her out or she was just naturally a heavy sleeper.

With one final stroke, Santana began to stir slightly forcing Brittany to mentally kick herself. Santana's eyes fixated on the blonde, who was looking right at her, waiting for her to speak. She missed her voice. She missed just hearing her say random things. She missed her laugh and her smile, which has yet to appear.

"I'm so stupid," she finally grumbled under her breath. Brittany leaned closer to her in confusion. "I can't believe I let her nearly kill me again. I really am a fuck up," she added as Brittany leaned over and placed her finger upon her lips to signal she didn't want her talking like that.

"I don't believe that," she whispered to her. "You're not a fuck up or any other negative thing you're thinking you are right now. I don't know why she started wailing her fits into your stomach, but I did see you in her death grip," Brittany exclaimed, making Santana look down ashamed. She didn't want Brittany seeing her in that position.

"I was scared," she told her truthfully. "I had to pry her fingers off your jumpsuit, then I carried you out here. It was like adrenaline kicked in and suddenly all I wanted to do was get you out of there," Brittany tells her as Santana merely shakes her head in disbelief.

"Why?" she asked not convinced she was worthy of that heroism. But Brittany placed her hand back on her cheek, allowing her fingertips to glide over the skin gently as Santana leaned into her touch—this is the touch she wanted and missed desperately.

"You protect me, I protect you. This is what we do—this is what we're supposed to do when we're in a relationship," Brittany stated, causing Santana to open her eyes at the words. A relationship? Is that what they're calling it? Santana hasn't taken Brittany on a date—not like she could anyway. But it all started to really set in; she couldn't give Brittany the normal things that someone else could. Santana can't take her out, she can't sleep next to her and wake up every morning next to her, she can't make breakfast for her and now that she really thinks about it, why the hell would Brittany want to be with her when she can't give her those things?

"Is that what you want?" Santana asked somewhat timidly as she continues to tell herself she's not worthy of Brittany.

Brittany looks at her in disbelief. Why would she ask her something like that? Why would she risk the possibility of getting placed into jail and losing any possible chance of getting further in the law enforcement career if she didn't want this?

"What are you thinking?" Brittany doesn't answer Santana's question because she knows Santana only asks these sort of questions when she's doubting herself or is worried about Brittany's safety.

Santana looks down, fiddling with her fingers to hide any chance that Brittany could see right through her. Unfortunately, Brittany already knew something was bothering her, otherwise, she wouldn't have asked her. So instead of trying her best to hide any further negative thoughts, she sighed heavily and casted her eyes on the piercing blues staring back at her.

"I can't give you what you want," Santana opens up to her, forcing Brittany to lean back in her chair and cross her arms over her chest, and let her eyes rest on Santana.

"What do you think I want?" Brittany challenged, narrowing her eyes as if to focus on Santana better.

"I can't take you out on a date, I can't make you breakfast in bed, I can't sleep next to you at night, I can't do anything for you that you want in a relationship," Santana explains, using her hands for emphasis.

"Honey, what makes you think I care about all of that? It's all material things. Sure you can't take me out on a date, but so what? Not a lot of people can these days in this recession. Best place they can go is McDonalds and a movie—even the movie is stretching it. And you can't make breakfast for me in bed, but again so what? I can get up and make my own food just fine. You can't sleep next to me at night and that's fine, but—we'll get there baby—I promise you we will," Brittany elaborates, but Santana just shakes her head.

"Well I want to do that all for you," she replies in a determined tone, causing Brittany to smile warmly at her then shrug.

"So do it when you can. I don't need a first date or breakfast right now," she tells her before, leaning forward again in her chair to whisper. "Like I said, we'll get there in time—you just gotta be patient," Santana sighs at this, but she knows Brittany is right and if Brittany is willing to wait for her to be released for their first date, then so be it. Brittany is in this relationship too—it's not all about Santana and sometimes she needs to be reminded of that, so if Brittany can be patient than so can she.

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Santana was released shortly after their conversation into Brittany's custody, so she can take her down to the solitary confinement cells. She imagined others would hate to be stuck in these as often as she's been in them, but she actually liked having her own cell. Sure it had no windows and was made of stone, and it had a single barred window with a steal door, but nevertheless she couldn't deny the company was ten times better.

As she sat in her cell, Brittany stood outside, leaning against the wall. It was quiet as per usual and as much as she wanted to go into the cell and just take full advantage of having Santana there, and not really having to be careful, she knew there was a possibility of her being sore from the whole ordeal, so she didn't bother.

As Santana sat on her bed, she glanced around the spacious cell for a moment, before sighing deeply. She looked over at the door and she could see Brittany standing right in front of it. She began smirking to herself, before sliding off the bed and walking over to the door.

She slid her arms through the bars discreetly, before running them over the front of Brittany. She froze slightly at the touch, before she leaned further against the cell, pushing her head back to look up at the ceiling. She shut her eyes tightly, before taking a deep breath.

"What are you doing?" She whispered to her as Santana kneed one of her breasts as best as she could under the circumstances. Brittany let out a slight moan, before turning around and gripping the bars, taking in the sight of the beautiful Latina before her. Her chest heaved with lust and frustration. "I want you," she told her, only to have Santana smirk.

She brought her arms back into the cell and stalked away from the door. She turned around slowly and saw Brittany in the same position she was in before. She began unzipping the jumpsuit and slowly dropped it to her knees. Brittany could've sworn her breath hitched in her throat. Sure she's seen Santana's body before, but it's been awhile and plus she's never had a steal door between them.

Santana started slipping the sports bra off, letting it drop with the jumpsuit, before she laid down on her bed. Brittany continued to watch this and all she could think about is how badly she wanted Santana to fix the ache between her legs.

"Come and search me officer," Santana stated seductively, only to force the pool between the blonde's legs to increase. She sighed heavily, turning around to face the other direction. Brittany continued this fight within herself for awhile because as much as she wanted Santana naked on top of her and to use her legs as earmuffs she just didn't want to hurt her.

But obviously Santana wanted her, right? So she took a deep breath and fiddled with the keys in her hand, then turned around and opened the door, before shutting it behind her. She stared at the Latina a mere meter away from her—watching her run her fingertips up her chest, under the curve of her left breast, down her stomach, to end it with a circle around her navel. Santana rose to her knees and instructed Brittany to come towards her with her finger, and Brittany obliged.

She walked up to her and stood right in front of her, pulling her holster off from around her waist, placing it carefully down on the floor—because no one wants an accident, right? She ran her hands up her body, up to her collar, then began unbuttoning from the top of her uniform shirt till she got to the last button, pulling it off her shoulders.

Santana tugged on Brittany's pants, pulling her against her body—not once letting her eyes falter from Brittany's. Both with so much lust and passion within them, that neither one could break it. Santana continued searching her eyes, even if it was evident that Brittany wanted this as much as her, managing to pull her pants down and pull her on top of her, however Brittany made sure to not put her whole weight on the other girl.

"I want to feel you," Santana whispered, wrapping her arms around Brittany's back, digging her fingers into it forcefully.

"I don't want to hurt you," Brittany exclaimed, holding herself up with her hands on both sides of Santana. Santana pulled her hands back around to cup Brittany's face, then pulled her lips to hers. That kiss alone nearly caused the blonde to collapse, but she held her own. Santana continued the assault on her lips, pulling away just enough to whisper.

"You never could," Brittany slowly lowered her weight down on to Santana and when she got no gasps of pain or wincing, she knew she was okay. Brittany placed all her efforts into the kiss, opening her mouth just enough to let Santana in. She moaned instantly at the contact, as she felt Santana's fingertips trail up her spine, forcing her to shiver beneath the touch. Santana got up to the clasp of her bra, unclasping it and pulling it off to toss it with the rest of their garments.

Brittany sat up and Santana only followed in suit, attacking her neck with kisses as her hands found their way to her breasts, letting her fingers roll over the nipples. Brittany let out another moan—she wanted, no needed more. She pushed Santana down much to her dismay, trailing kisses down her chest, stomach, and circled her tongue around her navel, forcing a little gasp from her. Brittany hooked her fingers into the waistband of Santana's panties and pulled them down, along with her own, slowly making her way back up her body.

Capturing her lips with her own, she was soon flipped, which enticed a groan to escape Brittany. She just wanted to please Santana—was that too much to ask? Santana smirked at the rising frustration only to lower her lips down to Brittany's chest slowly placing kisses down her body, while making a trail with her tongue as if she was going to get lost in between the blonde's legs.

She spread her legs, watching Brittany the entire time, who also not once broke her gaze. She just knew she wanted her, one way or another she just wanted to feel her in some way. Santana made circles over the slit, blowing lightly on her entrance that was already slick with wetness. Brittany moaned in agony, hating the teasing.

"San please," she begged and Santana can't deny, she missed hearing those words leave those delicate lips. She leaned down kissing around her core, while stroking the inner parts of her thighs, kissing up them just barely letting her lips touch near the place that needed—begged for the most attention. Santana leaned in and ran her tongue up the slit, issuing a whimper in bliss. It was small, but Brittany knew there would be more. Santana pulled Brittany closer to her and dove her tongue through the folds, letting the nub connect with the tip. Brittany let out a sharp gasp, digging her fingers into Santana's hair, letting her back arch into the not so soft mattress.

Brittany rocked her hips up into Santana's thrusts, trying to get as much friction as possible. Santana added two fingers into Brittany as she sucked the nub between her lips, forcing a scream from Brittany's mouth. Santana slid back up to Brittany while leaving her fingers in her, placing her lips on hers, hoping that would be enough to muffle the screams being that the place echoes and who knows if anyone will hear.

"We have to be as quiet as possible," Santana whispers to her, thrusting her fingers deeper into Brittany as her hips thrashed against them.

She was breathing heavier, imagining her climax was close. "How—can I, when you're—making me feel so fucking good?" She manages to get out, causing Santana to laugh and just as she composed herself, Santana felt Brittany's fingers making her way inside of her as her thumb instantly connected with her clit. "So—so wet," she mumbled, forcing Santana to drop her head on her shoulder, pushing her hips against Brittany's touch.

"Faster," Santana moaned out and Brittany obliged. Santana continued her thrusts as Brittany picked up her own and before they knew it, the bed beneath them was thrashing just as bad as their bodies.

Santana started feeling the build up from down in her belly to her chest as she felt Brittany's walls contract against her fingers, letting her body spasm. Brittany let out an ill scream, which was quickly silenced by Santana's lips, who not too soon after screamed into her mouth as she hit her peak.

Santana collapsed on Brittany's body entirely, resting her head on her shoulder, desperately trying to get her breathing under control. She felt Brittany remove her fingers from her as she did the same, then felt her other hand begin to stroke her bare back softly. It was enough to cause her to fall asleep, but as she was about to she felt Brittany's hand go limp. She moved her head to look at the blonde underneath her seeing her eyes closed and chest rising and falling slowly. Santana smiled tenderly at the sight before her, then laid her head back down on her shoulder, wrapping her arms around Brittany's body, then let sleep take over her.

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Not even twenty minutes later, Santana couldn't seem to remain comfortable enough to stay asleep very long, so as she opened her eyes she noticed Brittany still passed out. She placed her hands out on the blonde's chest, resting her chin over them, watching her sleep. She noticed the visible bags under her eyes, which was evident that she hasn't been getting any rest. Santana sighed, resting her head on her chest, instantly hearing Brittany's heartbeat. She couldn't stop the smile from forming on her face when she listened to it. It only signified that Brittany was real, she was here—alive and well, and she was beneath her. This could calm her down in an instant.

Brittany let out a big sigh, before opening her eyes, trying to focus them to figure out exactly what was going on. She felt the weight on her and as her vision focused she noticed the dark mount of hair in front of her. She smiled at it, before wrapping her arms around Santana, who instantly rose her head up to look at her.

"I'm sorry, did I wake you?" Brittany asked. Santana smiled and shook her head at the question, letting her hair fall over her shoulders.

"No, I've been up for a little while," she told her, keeping her gaze with the blonde, who just nodded, before stretching.

"How long was I asleep for?" She groaned when her muscles stretched and her bones cracked, letting out a yawn afterwards.

"Like twenty, thirty minutes or so," Santana exclaimed, looking down for a beat at her hands, not noticing the growing smile forming on Brittany's lips.

"Hey," Brittany whispered to get Santana's attention, which it did, forcing her to look into her eyes. Brittany leaned in and kissed Santana's lips gently, who didn't dare pull away from it—she could have her lips on hers for an eternity. "You said you'd never be able to get to wake up next to me, but I believe you just did," Brittany stated, stroking her cheek.

As Santana thought about this, she technically did—of course she hoped that when she was going to wake up next to Brittany, it'd be in a more comfortable bed, in a room full of dry wall and not stone, and the room would have a window or two to allow the light from the sun to trail in. She didn't envision it to look anywhere near this, but she knew she just had to remember that, this is all they could do and if it meant that Brittany would wait and be patient about getting to the way she did envision it then it was enough. It was enough because Brittany was far worth it for Santana. Something about the way her and Brittany interact or the way they ventured towards one another was enough. Santana probably couldn't ever explain what she feels for the blonde, but she knew whatever it was, she wasn't going to run away from it.

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