AN: This is a short chapter, I'm going to think about chapter length. It might slow the story down though, not quite sure.
"I fail to see why we have to celebrate at Combustion," Rachel said grumbling. No matter how much she tried to clean it up and turn it into a respectable establishment it didn't seem to be happening, and going with Quinn generally meant that sometime during the night she'd lose her clothes and go find someone to have sex with. Though this was only after asking her to have sex.
Mike smiled at the question, "You're one of us now Rachel, and this is where we go to blow off steam. No one is going to treat you like one of the unenhanced that just like to come here and sleep with us. So you'll be treated with respect. Still though—I suggest you stick close by. It might get a bit rowdy tonight."
Rachel smiled at Mike and then flicked her eyes at Quinn, "Does that mean you're going to stop getting naked in front of me?"
Quinn smiled at Rachel, "Do you want me to?"
"Yes!" Rachel said but Quinn laughs. She didn't quite understand why Quinn didn't take her complaints seriously. She huffs, maybe she should try the Brittany method and just make Quinn bacon whenever she behaved. Though the twins still argued over who had to try her food first, she hadn't quite gotten the hang of making bacon much to their general chagrin.
Quinn was about to say something when the window smashed as someone was thrown through it and there is cheering. She bends down and pokes him in the face and crinkles her nose, he smells like a brewery. "Charlie's having fun already—I told you we'd be late Mike. I'm not waiting for you again." She says as fight chants fill the air.
It feels like her first night in Citadel and Rachel's mouth twists, "I simply don't understand why every single time you go to Combustion there is a lot of property damage Quinn. Can't you all simply drink and I don't know play cards quietly?"
"That's boring Rachel," Quinn informed Rachel, she was about to say something else when she tilts her head to Combustion. "We have to go inside now, Charlie's going to fight Santana!" Quinn said with an amused expression on her face. She gets up and grabs Rachel by the arm and pulls her inside shoving people out of the way so they can get a good view of the fight. Charlie had said that Santana was good, but she really wanted to see.
"What do you mean they're going to fight? Quinn, Charlie's going to kill her!" Rachel said immediately, panic flitting through her body as she finally watches Santana who looks mildly annoyed at Charlie who spots Quinn.
Charlie huffed as she moved to Quinn ignoring Santana for a moment, "Quinn, I need your help with the smack talk," Charlie said crossing her arms over her chest.
Santana raised a brow at this action and raised her voice so everyone could hear her. "I thought you wanted to fight me. I didn't know you needed Quinn to fight your battles for you," Santana snapped at Charlie.
Charlie tilted her head at Santana and covered Quinn's mouth before she could speak up for her, she wasn't going to let Santana win. "I don't need Quinn's help," she stated.
"Maybe I should just fight her then, since you can't fight your own battles," Santana threw in. Frustrating Charlie was the plan so she'd make a mistake that she could capitalize on it. Well that was the idea anyway. Judging from the frustrated look on Charlie's face as she tried to think of a comeback without Quinn's help was amusing.
"You—well you're a—you're just going to lose cause—you're out of shape." Charlie said crossing her arms over her chest.
"I passed my fitness test remember," Santana says and smirks at Charlie, when there's a bit of laughter at her expense. "Look you're embarrassing yourself, how about we get this over and I kick your ass for everyone to see and then you can go crying to Quinn."
Charlie pulled away from Quinn and began to walk towards Santana who immediately put her hands up. Rachel frowned at this. "Quinn you have to stop this Charlie's going to kill her."
"No she's not, Sue will be mad if we kill Santana, so Charlie's just going to play with her for a bit until Santana gives up. Or she might throw her through a window—what's left of it," Quinn said leaning forward as she watched the first exchanges, Santana throwing the first punch which Charlie side steps and immediately smacks her in the face. "See playing," Quinn says.
Santana burned as she tried again this wasn't Sue, who she noticed was much slower than she had originally thought. Hopefully one of the many lessons Sue had taught her would come in handy. Charlie wasn't even keeping her damn hands up. She was that confident or arrogant that she wasn't going to land a clean blow, and that smack to the face had hurt a lot. So maybe getting Charlie of all people annoyed was not her smartest and well thought out plans. But it was too late to tap out now. She barely has time to dodge the punch that Charlie sends her way and she can actually hear the whistling past her ear. That one would have definitely hurt. She throws another punch at Charlie who smacks her arm away and begins to pepper her with punches, which hurt. She frowned slightly there was one thing she could try on Charlie, a trick that had served her well to take down people who were bigger than her. She waited until Charlie's arm extended out before throwing herself on the ground shifting her hips forward so her legs can wrap around Charlie's leg, the pressure causing Charlie to fall back onto her ass surprised. Santana doesn't hesitate, as she moves before Charlie can recover, sliding her body forward, and trapping Charlie's leg and locking it in place. She doesn't hesitate to grab Charlie's ankle forcing it onto her side as she locks her arm around the ankle and immediately pulls her body back, putting a tremendous amount of pressure and torque on Charlie's knee and her ankle and possibly her hip.
Charlie blinked as she suddenly felt a tremendous amount of pain and she immediately tried to power out of it by twisting her body so she could have a bit of leverage to kick Santana in the face and get her off. But that only made the pain worse and immediately slapped her hand against the ground repeatedly, tapping out of the fight. Santana let go immediately and there was a hush that fell upon Combustion as Charlie clutched her injured leg. It doesn't quite hit her that she's lost. Her leg still hurts. "Quinn, it hurts."
The room is still silent as Quinn moves immediately entering the makeshift ring and moves to Charlie's side. She places a hand on Charlie's head gently. She pets her twin for a moment, she was still in shock. Charlie only tapped to her, and occasionally Sue. But they let Sue win because she was old and they didn't want to hurt her. She flicked her eyes to Santana who actually looked guilty. She'd throw her off a wall later, but right now she just needs to calm Charlie down. She wouldn't have tapped if it hadn't hurt. She knew her twin. She had watched her shrug off getting shot in the shoulder. She taps Charlie's forehead gently and her twin stops moving and looks at her and Quinn taps her forehead again, "You got caught," Quinn explains.
Charlie's face twisted at this and then she frowned deeply, not quite enjoying that sensation. She didn't get caught except by Quinn and Sue. "It hurts," Charlie repeats herself and grimaces. "Sue never taught us how to defend against that," Charlie whispered to Quinn.
Quinn frowned, Charlie didn't get caught ever, Sue had never taught them that, and Charlie had been caught unaware, unsure how to deal with the submission maneuver. "Can you walk?" Quinn asks. Charlie moves her foot from side to side and nods and Quinn pulls back and stands up and offers her hand to her twin who tests out her leg. Quinn blinks and looks around noting that everyone is still looking at them. "What?" Quinn says loudly narrowing her eyes.
Charlie tugs on Quinn's arm, "I lost," Charlie said crinkling her nose, slightly irritated at herself. She scratched her head. "I want to drink now," she informs her sister. Now incredibly bored with the whole thing.
"I'm next."
Santana tilted her head to the person who spoke and frowned when she spotted Hunter who was cracking his knuckles. Santana immediately held up her hands. "I'm not fighting." She hadn't really meant to hurt her, but maybe she had locked it in too tight. This was why she didn't fight, she didn't want to kill anyone else, or hurt people. She didn't like it when she hurt people.
"Not you," Hunter tilted his head to look at Santana his nose crinkling in disgust. "It was obvious that you got a sucker punch on her," Hunter said dismissing her completely. There was blood in the water and now was the time to get a bit of payback.
Quinn glanced around and noticed people beginning to move nodding towards Hunter. She sighed she just wanted to have sex, or have Rachel watching her have sex, while getting irritated with her. She never stopped watching, Quinn smiled at the idea. "Do you want me to break his face?" Quinn asked turning to Charlie.
Charlie was about to respond when she noted that Santana had tapped him on the shoulder causing him to turn to her. Her lips twisted upwards as she watched Santana kick him in the face, causing Hunter to drop to the ground. The smile disappeared after a moment when he didn't get right back up and Charlie crinkled her nose. "Did you kill him?" Charlie asked looking at Santana.
Santana blinked, it was one thing to fight Charlie on relatively equal footing it was another thing completely to go after someone weak and injured just because he could. She eyed Hunter, and looked up at Charlie and Quinn who were still looking at his prone body. "Fuck. Maybe?"
Quinn shrugged her shoulders, "Well. I never liked him anyway."
Mike groaned and entered the ring to make sure that Hunter wasn't dead, that would be difficult to explain. "He's still breathing," he says after holding his hand under his nose and feeling the moving air. He turned to the rest of chromium squad. "Get him out of here."
Charlie shook her head at Santana, "Next time kick him harder. He's got a thick head," she informed Santana giving her a bit of advice. She eyed Santana, it was the first time anyone other than Quinn and the rest of Argon squad had come to her defense. She really didn't need it as she pulls away from Quinn and rubs the back of her head. "Who's next?" Jesse moves forward immediately and immediately goes for her injured leg.
Santana winced and closed her eyes, if she had known that winning a fight against Charlie would lead to people trying to hurt her some more in some sort of retribution, she never would have done it. Instead there wasn't even a playful look in Charlie's eye as she brings the injured leg up fast and there's a sickening thud as bone meets bone and Jesse drops to the ground. Santana looked around the room that was still quiet. That dominant display seemed to be enough to cause everyone to settle down, as people who had been looking to pick a fight with Charlie immediately settled down. Santana grimaced as Charlie nudged Jesse with her foot. "Did you kill him?"
Jesse lets soft groan and rolls over, his face a mess of blood and it's obvious that Charlie's knocked out a few teeth in the exchange. Charlie huffs at this. "No." She nudges him again with her foot and then turns to Quinn, "So about that drink?" Quinn laughs and lets Charlie lean on her again as she walks towards the bar passing Santana and causing Charlie to look at her. "Best two out of three?"
Santana hesitates and looks at Jesse and then at Charlie, "Fine."
AN: Stuff happens some vacation time. All that fun stuff. I'm going on break again. Life is kicking me in the ass and I don't have a buffer anymore so enjoy this last chapter for awhile.