"EVAN!" Brittany yelled and slams her Glock down on the table so that she could go after the girl. After half an hour of repeatedly squeezing the trigger and reloading and repeat everything again, Evan got tired of shooting and ended up manipulating the bullets coming out of the blonde's gun. But that slam unintentionally sets the firearm off, startling both Evan and Brittany as they stopped in their tracks with wide eyes.
The bullet was hanging midair for a moment before it dropped to the concrete floor with a clink.
"I'm s-" Brittany hurriedly apologized but was cut off by Santana.
"This is not a game." The guardian spoke in a low, dangerous tone. Her brown orbs flitted between her mortal's and niece's. There was this glint of anger in her eyes, and a hint of disappointment. "That could have went worse."
Her mouth opened to continue on lecturing the duo about safety but decided to just keep quiet so she smacked her lips together into a thin line in an attempt to contain the want to lash out. The duo looked down in shame. Without another word, Santana turned and left the room.
Brittany and Evan looked up at the same time to watch Santana walk out of the room. They exchanged similar glances that were apologetic.
"I'm sorry." Brittany apologized first. "Stay here until we get back, okay. If I can't find her, I'll come and get you."
Evan nodded and it was all Brittany needed to take off after the Latina. She had watched the guardian took a left after exit the room. After, she could only guess where Santana went.
The large headquarter was a maze. Different people moved and hurried along the long stretches of corridors. Some of the passersby shot her a curious look as their eyes automatically went to search for the sign of an emblem. Most of them shrugged it off, expecting nothing out of the blue but one men stepped out and grabbed her by her arm.
"Who are you?" He growled. His canines extended a little, revealing his true nature.
"Let me go!" The mortal struggled against the tiger morphing man. Their interaction caught the attention of several passersby and a crowd started to form.
"Identify yourself, mortal." He tightened his grip on the blonde's arm, causing her to shriek in pain.
A sudden flash of blue flame caused the tiger to release his grasp on Brittany. "She's with me."
The guardian glowered at the tiger who slowly backed away from Santana, whose eyes had dilated to fill her entire eye sockets. The devilish aura she was emitting scattered the watching crowd.
After the last of the lingering crowd left the duo alone, Santana began walking away from Brittany.
"San..." The blonde called after the guardian but Santana continued walking down the corridor, ignoring Brittany's calls. A pang of desperation shot through Brittany as she willed her legs to move to go after the Latina.
No words were spoken as Brittany followed Santana. The Latina didn't object to Brittany following her, so the duo walked in silence until Santana took a turn into a room. Santana walked to the middle of the room and stopped. Her left hand went up to cover her face as she took a deep breath. Brittany closed the door behind her, separating themselves from the rest of The Vatican.
"San-" Brittany lifted her hand to reach for Santana's but the guardian raised her hand, her back still facing Brittany, to stop Brittany from speaking or to do anything for that matter.
She took several more breaths before her left hand lowered itself as she turned to face Brittany. The disappointment in her eyes but what made Brittany cringed was the glazed eyes of the guardian's. "I..."
Her voiced sounded strangled, so she took another moment to compose herself. She blinked back the tears and bit her lower lips. Her mouth opened and closed several times, but each time, there wasn't anything coming out of her. Finally, she threw her hands up in exasperation. "I'm sorry."
Brittany took the opportunity to close the gap between the two of them and wrapped her arms around Santana's torso, pulling her close.
"I should be the one apologizing." Brittany whispered into Santana's ears as they held onto each other.
"It's just- I can't-" The guardian stammered. "I didn't teach you how to use a firearm so that you can end yourself with it."
"I know Evan's purposely trying to distract you and you're just trying to act along by pretending to be angry but that Glock could have fired a round at you and I-" Brittany felt a drop of tear on her shoulder before it became a stream of tears sliding off her shoulder. "I can't stand the thought of losing you, Britt."
"The other time you avoided me because of Kitty, I almost went crazy. And I was supposed to. I didn't know how I kept my saneness."
Brittany pulled slightly away so that she could look at Santana. "Why?"
"Because of the bond." Santana averted Brittany's gaze. "If either party is to deny the other, the one then that is being denied would either have to let it go within a few days. If they don't, the stress on their mental health which is connected to the bond will take a toll on them." She let out a strangled chuckled at her explanation.
"I didn't..." Brittany's eyes swelled with tears and before she knew it, the tears were cascading down her face. "I didn't know."
"I ended up drinking at Puck's. Quinn came over and gave me a lecture, until I sensed that you were in danger."
"Was that why you were unable to heal yourself that night? When you tried to save me and Evan?" Brittany dreaded the answer that was going to tumble out of the guardian's lips. Her heart weighed down with guilt at her actions that she didn't consider when she believed a stranger compared to Santana. She mentally chided herself at her stupidity for even doubting Santana.
"Yes."
The affirmation made Brittany avert Santana's gaze guiltily. She didn't know she had such a strong effect on the guardian. All Santana did was to protect her but she doubted her. She felt like a scum for even doubting the guardian that was willing to risk her life for her.
The silence hung heavily between them until Santana stepped away from Brittany. The guardian started to make her way towards the door of the room. Brittany's hand moved and caught Santana's. She held onto the guardian's hand tightly, unwilling to let go.
"We need time off, Britt." Santana said. Brittany sucks in a sharp breath at her words but still held onto Santana's hand. She was speechless. Words couldn't even express her feelings now. "It's just a breather. We both need some time away from one another. We'll be fine. I promise." The assurance of the Latina made the blonde loosen her grip until Santana started walking away from her and her hand slipped from Santana's to swing back towards her own side.
Brittany stood in the room, staring at the floor of the room as more tears started falling. She had hurt Santana, not once, but twice. Now she finally understood why Quinn was so hostile towards her. She did something unforgivable. Her minds raked for reasons to why Santana stayed with her but she couldn't find any. There's a hundred things about Santana which made her be drawn towards the guardian but she couldn't see anything about her that would make Santana stick with her.
Why would Santana stick with a mere mortal? The thoughts were coming back to her but it wasn't about Kitty's theory of Santana wanting to kill her. Was it because of the necklace, the bond, that Santana stuck around? Or was what they have something else?
It wasn't until the thought that Evan was waiting for her that she started to collect herself. Wiping her tears-stained face with the back of her hand, she gathered herself and straightened her posture before heading back to where they had come from.
Evan's back was faced towards the door and when Brittany entered, Evan was practicing on the Glock again. Brittany looked at the target and saw the several holes near the chest of the human target.
Sensing somebody behind her, Evan turned to face the presence with the Glock held towards the person. Brittany's eyes widened but she was too tired to even react to a gun pointed at her. Evan immediately relaxed upon recognition and lowered her gun. That was when she noticed Brittany's puffy eyes. Instead of asking the blonde what happened, Evan turned and emptied the Glock's ammo onto the table before placing the Glock back onto the shelf and went over to Brittany.
"Let's go home."
"You know, you've emptied out my entire wine chiller and you're still not speaking." Sebastian said as he took a sip of red wine. Santana went over earlier and said nothing, merely opened the incubus' wine chiller and began drowning herself in alcohol.
After the talk the duo had at The Vatican, Santana wandered around aimlessly, from the café where Blaine worked at in the day to the bar where Puck bartended at night and ended up at Sebastian's apartment. She needed somebody to talk to and the only person that came to mind was Sebastian and Jake. Quinn was out of the question because she would probably whip out a knife and go after Brittany. Jake seemed to be out on a mission and it came down to Sebastian.
During the days that they spent apart, Santana could always feel the dull ache of need throbbing. It felt like Brittany was trying to reach out to her, to find her but she's just pushing all the feelings away. She was the one that said that they needed some time apart.
Santana sighed as she set the once again emptied glass on the table. "I don't know, Seb. I go crazy the moment the thought of losing her surfaces. When I'm with Brittany, I finally understand what those darn humans meant when they talk about love."
"Mmhmm," He hummed his response, urging her to continue.
"All these feelings are so darn foreign to me. I've never felt anything for another human before. Another guardian, maybe. But that was something else. I'm inexperience in love, or pain, for all that matter. I've never stopped to think of the consequences. And now it's coming for me." The clinking of glasses echoed in the silent apartment as Santana refilled her glass. Sebastian merely waited in silence for Santana to continue. The Latina downed another glass before continuing. "Sometimes, you meet someone and even though you've never liked blue eyes before, their eyes are your now favorite color, and you just can't seem to keep away.
"I'm Satan's heir, Sebastian. A devil. And she's like this angel. An angel that forgot how to fly. "
"Quinn doesn't seem to like her very much."
The mention of Quinn's name made Santana snap her head towards her best friend. "Don't tell Quinn about this. Utter a word about this and I will endz you."
Sebastian mimed zipping his mouth before taking the bottle of wine off the table and pour himself another glass. Silence hung in the air. Santana continued pouring glasses after glasses of wine while Sebastian sipped on his glass of liquor.
"You're in too deep this time, you know?"
"I know."
"A world in which there are devils, and ghosts, and things that want to steal your heart is a world in which there are angels and dreams, and a world in which there is hope. There are dreamers and there are realist. The realists anchors the dreamers so that they wouldn't fly too close to the Sun and the dreamers sets the realists off their grounds towards something exhilarating." He swirled the liquid in his glass gently as he spoke. "I don't believe in soulmates. But I believe that in your life, you'll meet someone who is exactly right for you. Not because he or she is perfect, or because you were. But because your combined flaws were arranged in such a way that allowed two separate beings to hinge together."
Santana looked over at Sebastian and narrowed her eyes in a way that screamed: you're a genius. "What?"
"You know what?" Sebastian raised his eyebrows at the guardian who set her glass down and stood up. "You're right. I've been so afraid of getting my own feelings involved that I forgot about how Brittany feels.
"I'm glad you've sorted out your feelings." Sebastian said as he looked at his glass of wine, not bothering with Santana's hasty exit. "Remember to buy back whatever you've devoured!"
"Where were you?" Rachel hissed as she smacked Santana across the head, causing the guardian to growl in annoyance. "What happened between you and Brittany?"
Santana's grimace softened a little at the mention of her mortal. "Where is she?"
"In her apartment."
"Where's Evan?"
"Sleeping."
"Thanks, Rachel." The Latina did not even wait for the shorter brunette's reply that she stepped away from Rachel and head for the window of their fire escape. She hoisted herself easily over the window.
"What are you doing?" Rachel's eyes widened in surprise but Santana ignored the persistent brunette. Taking a step back, Santana took a deep breath before stepping forward and step on the railing before jumping off. Being a supernatural being, she easily reached the other building with a push of her feet against the railing. Miscalculated the distance between the two buildings, Santana gasped as her fingers wrapped around the railing of the fire escape on the 10th floor.
"Santana!" Rachel raised her voice a little.
Santana pulled herself up and swung her body over the railing. "I'm fine."
She tugged on the window and realized that it's locked. With her fingers hovering over the handle of the window, she unlocked the window and pulled it up. Slowly, she slipped into the apartment and shut the window as quietly as she could.
Brittany was curled up into a ball on her bed, hugging onto one of the pillows she had. A bittersweet feeling tugged on Santana's heart strings. Gently, she took a seat by the side of her mortal's bed and tucked the hair that was covering her face behind her ears. The blonde fidgeted and her eyes opened slightly from the sudden contact. "San…?"
The corners of Santana's lips curled upwards at how adorable the sleepy mortal looked and sounded. Brittany sat up on her bed and blinked the sleepiness away from her eyes as it focused on the brunette sitting by the side of her bed. A part of her mind was telling her that she's dreaming, it's only her imagination, yet it felt so surreal. She threw her arms around the guardian and held her tight. Santana brought her hands up and wrapped it around the mortal.
Brittany caught the faint whiff of alcohol lingering on Santana and she pulled away. "Have you been drinking?"
Santana shrugged.
"And when was the last time you showered?"
Santana scrunched her face in response, gaining a soft giggle from Brittany. The mortal pushed her off the bed and towards the bathroom. "Go and take a shower. I'll grab some clothes for you."
With a contented sigh, Santana obliged and stepped into the bathroom. The weight of worrying that Brittany wouldn't talk to her was lifted off her shoulders and seeing the blonde made everything better. Santana took her time lathering as the fragrance of Brittany's shampoo permeated her senses. A mere few days without the blonde and she felt a part of her withering away.
She stepped out of the shower and grabbed the towel, wrapping it around her body before stepping out of the bathroom. Brittany's eyes widened and her eyes trailed the droplet of water that slid down the Latina's jaws to her collarbones. Realizing that she had been staring, she cleared her throat and held out the clothes she had in her hands. When she felt the clothing being lifted off her hand, she turned and faced the wall while Santana got dressed. Santana chuckled at how the blonde was behaving but made no comments as she removed the towel wrapped around her body and slipped onto the oversized shirt and shorts that Brittany passed to her.
"Right… uhm…" Brittany fidgeted on the spot, not knowing what to do.
Dropping the towel on the floor after she tousled her hair with it in an attempt to dry it, Santana walked over to where Brittany was and wrapped her arms around her waist. She felt the sudden intake of breath Brittany took as she pulled her flushed against her own torso.
Everything felt right, felt as if nothing could go wrong as long as she had Brittany in her arms. She lifted her left hand and brushed Brittany's hair aside before she planted a kiss on the blonde's neck. Her lips lingered on the skin for a while before pulling away.
"Sleep?" Santana crawled onto the bed and looked at Brittany who was still glued to the spot. A playful smirk splayed across Santana's face as she watched Brittany threw her head back and exhale loudly before turning to face her.
"Okay."