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"It's nothing baby, just some old crap I was deleting," Brittany stated, letting go of Santana to close her laptop and pick it up.
"Can we go to bed now, I'm super tired," Brittany smiled as the wriggled her eyebrows suggestively, hoping Santana would just drop it.
Santana sighed and moved her hands onto her hips, not buying Brittany's lie for a minute.
Brittany sighed heavily, damn it, she thought, couldn't she ever cut a break!
Brittany grabbed Santana's hand and lead her up to her room, if there was going to be arguing she would prefer it in a soft place, with less kitchen appliances to throw.
They both sat down on Brittany's bed, Santana looked at the blonde expectantly, waiting.
"So, when we were at the hospital yesterday, I noticed Mark acting a little strange and because of what had just gone down, how serious everything was getting, I went straight to Beiste with my worry and she started an internal investigation," Brittany let out a breath.
"What kind of strange Britt?" Santana asked, nervousness in her voice as she grabbed onto Brittany's hand.
"Well, when he saw us holding hands, he wasn't thrilled, so immediately I thought the worst, terrorist infiltrator or something like that, I mean he could have just been mad at me dating a client, or a homophobe, I mean I've known him for years, he was never homophobic before," Santana's grip on Brittany's hand tightened.
"So Beiste went to his home today and sort of found something pretty disturbing," Brittany felt a lump in her throat as she looked down at their linked hands in her lap.
"What, baby? What did she find?" Santana asked, a nervous squeak in her voice.
Brittany let out a rush of air, "He sort of had a creepy room," Brittany looked up at Santana.
"What do you mean by creepy room sweety?" Santana asked, concern written all over her face. This was why she didn't want to tell Santana, she didn't want to worry her, this really had nothing to do with her, maybe in a roundabout way, but it was totally avoidable for her to not worry about this. Now that Mark was no longer under her care, she would never see him again, she really didn't need this to worry her. Not only that but something as huge as this going unnoticed by the company, was incredibly unprofessional and embarrassing.
"He had a room full of stuff, me stuff..." Brittany trailed off, looking down at her hands.
Santana's hand went under Brittany's chin, forcing her head up to look at her, urging her to explain with her eyes.
Brittany opened her laptop and put it on her lap, Santana moved next to the blonde as Brittany opened the photos and started to scroll through them.
Brittany felt Santana tense next to her and let out occasional surprised gasps and occasional angry sigh.
Once they had gone through around fifteen photos, Santana put her hand on Brittany's to stop her.
"So this arsehole has been stalking you and no one in a security company noticed? Don't you do like random checks on each other or something, how can he get away with this? Are they firing him and is he getting charged, he better be..." Santana trailed off when she saw the look in Brittany's eyes.
"This is why I didn't want to tell you, we handle things differently than a regular company, we have to, if we charge him we will only pull more attention to you, he will be removed from your case and placed in dual duties only on other jobs, always with another male bodyguard and with male clients, Beiste assured me he would be watched and she is going to get him some help," Brittany stated, looking at Santana, whose mouth was open, looking like she was going to blow up at any minute.
Brittany put her hand on Santana's, willing her to calm down, before Santana could start her angry tirade, Brittany put aside her laptop, swung her leg over Santana's lap straddling her she leant forward and kissed her, willing her with her lips to let it go.
Santana moved her hands up Brittany's sides to her face, pulling Brittany out of the kiss, both her hands cupping Brittany's face.
"Brittany, you're ok with this? He has been stalking you for what seems like years and you're just letting him get away with that? This freak deserves to go to jail for this, it's such an invasion of privacy it's akin to rape Brittany, he..."Santana trailed off when she saw how upset Brittany looked.
"Santana, I love you, but can you please drop this, please? I am upset about what happened and the fact he has been watching me for years, who knows what he's been up to! But all I want is for you to be safe, I'm fine, Marks gone, out of my life, him going before a court would become public knowledge and will drag us before the courts too. Who knows what the extra publicity could bring you and me, we don't want to draw attention to ourselves at the moment, all I care about is you, your safety, I will do anything to protect you," Brittany said, putting her arms around Santana's back and pulling her close into a hug.
"Baby, I love you," Santana whispered into Brittany's ear, letting it go for the moment, she had to respect Brittany's wishes, even if she couldn't see the justice in it, but for the moment anyways, she would let it go.
They held each other in silence, Santana whispering words of comfort into Brittany's ear, until she felt Brittany relax against her. Moving backwards slowly, she laid the blonde down in her bed and tucked her under the covers. Santana stripped off and hopped into bed beside Brittany, the blonde automatically curling up next to her.
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Santana stretched and rolled over reaching for the blonde but couldn't find her. Opening her eyes, she saw the bed was empty.
"Brittany?" Santana yelled, hoping she was just in the bathroom, she didn't get a reply. Standing up she pulled on some clothes, put her phone in her pocket and walked out to check the balcony, the bathroom and the conference room to no avail.
Santana scratched her head and made her way down to the kitchen, not finding the blonde there either. Santana went out to the balcony, still with no luck, she started getting a little worried, she wouldn't have left without telling her or at least leaving a note.
Santana sat down at the kitchen island in thought, staring at the coffee maker she noticed some had been brewed and next to her cup which was placed next to the coffee machine was a note.
Picking up the note, it said "in the gym, have a coffee and relax, it's your day off," with a winky smiley face and a love heart.
Santana smiled, then her smile dropped, Brittany was exercising, she obviously knew what Santana would say about it so she hadn't said anything, cheeky.
Santana poured herself some coffee before heading up to her gym, opening the door she saw Brittany running on the treadmill, her earphones in.
Brittany was covered in sweat and her tank top showed the angry scars down her back, Santana sighed, she knew Brittany wanted to prove herself, to come back to work, but seeing the scarring only made her want to pull Brittany off the machine and put her in a bubble where she could love and protect her.
She realised that was a stupid thought as Brittany would probably pull herself out and put her in there instead and Brittany was far too in charge of matters to ever allow Santana to really coddle her like that like that.
Sighing, Santana sat down and sipped her coffee, watching the blonde run and admiring the way her powerful legs worked through the stride with little trouble.
Brittany really was beautiful, no matter what she was doing the Latina always found her bodyguard breathtaking.
Santana waited patiently for the blonde to finish her run and notice her presence, peering over her shoulder she noticed the blonde had already been running for fifty minutes. Santana sighed, she wanted to stop her, but she knew that would only cause the blonde to get upset and she knew how much running soothed the girl so she left it.
Her phone started vibrating in her pocket and she stood up and walked out of the room, as she was leaving the room, Brittany's phone started ringing too, she saw Brittany slow her run and get off before answering the phone as she looked down at the number answering her own phone.
"Hey Quinn, what's up?" Santana asked.
"Well, I have bad news and worse news, what do you want to hear first?" Quinn asked unhappily.
Santana let out an unhappy groan, "the worst, let's start at the bottom."
"Ok, you obviously wouldn't have turned on the news or you would know both news, the nightclub you went to the other night for the charity event was set alight last night, they found two charred Barbie dolls in the wreckage, only the staff area was burnt luckily and no one was hurt," Quinn stated.
"Oh god, I will pay for the damage, that's horrible, why would they go to that much trouble when I'm not even there? Threatening me from afar? That's cowardly," Santana stated, anger entering her voice.
"You won't pay for it, insurance will cover it, that will only bring to their attention that you notice and care and probably bring a whole lot of targets into play," Quinn sighed loudly through the phone.
"So what's the next piece of crap news you have for me today," Santana asked, rubbing her eyes.
"It's all over the news, an un-named eye witness from the hospital is telling all the gossip rags you and Brittany are an item, that she saw you canoodling and that you never left her bedside, so it's out now, you and Brittany are in more danger," Quinn finished with an even bigger sigh.
"Ay dios mio! Fuck!" was all Santana got out, as she walked back into the gym sat down on her seat.
Looking up she saw Brittany in an equally intense looking discussion.
"So what do we do? Do we run interference or do we come clean?" Santana asked her best friend nervously through the phone.
"I think coming clean is the better option, make it into the loving relationship that it is, take the bite out of the news, make it less scandalous than it sounds, I'm going to talk to Beiste first and see what she recommends, I'll keep you posted, I'm sure Brittany's already spoken to Beiste so you will probably know the outcome from her anyways, I'll call you back shortly, in the meantime lay off the coffee and the booze, maybe herbal tea?" Quinn stated as Santana rolled her eyes and hung up.
Santana stood up and watched Brittany as she paced the gym, listening intently and nodding into the phone to whoever was on the other line. After about five more minutes of watching Brittany pace, Santana started to feel dizzy and sat down.
When Brittany finally put down the phone, she looked at Santana with a sad look on her face, walking up to her girlfriend she pulled her into a hug.
"Are you ok Angel?" Brittany asked, her hands cupping Santana's face.
"I'm fine, are you ok? What did Beiste say, I figured it was her, you never say ma'am to anyone else," Santana gave a weak smile, wrapping her arms around Brittany's waist.
"Yeah, it's ok, at least no one was hurt, Schuester is getting a team together to investigate the fire and Beiste is putting on a safe press conference for you to attend this afternoon, I assume Quinn will fill you in on the details when they are all worked out and before you say anything, I'm coming, Beiste thinks it's good for appearance sake if I'm there fit and well," Brittany put her finger up to Santana's lips to stop her protesting.
"Seriously, I'm fine sweety, I just need a shower, do you want to join me?" Brittany asked, smiling down at her girlfriend.
Santana smiled and led her back to her room and pulled her into her bathroom, she slipped out of her clothes as Brittany did the same, turning on the two showerheads and aiming them in the middle, they both slipped in, sighing as the water hit them.
They smiled at each other again and Brittany pulled Santana into a hug under the jets, both girls enjoying the others arms and support, under the soothing spray, momentarily forgetting their troubles.
Santana released Brittany and reached for her washer, pouring vanilla body wash onto it, turning Brittany around she started to run the wash cloth over Brittany's back, avoiding any areas that looked hurt.
She washed down the blondes taught legs to her feet, then spinning the girl around she started from her feet and worked up Brittany's legs to her thighs then up Brittany's stomach and across her breasts.
Brittany inhaled sharply several times, but Santana pretended not to notice.
Putting aside the wash cloth, she lathered her hands with Shampoo and turned Brittany around, she massaged her hair into a lather, causing the blonde to moan, a soft contented moan. After washing out the shampoo she put in the conditioner and reached for a brush combing out her hair.
After she was done she turned Brittany back around and pulled her back into a hug, they stood that way for a while, both loving it too much to move.
A soft turned on buzz was emanating from Brittany's stomach, but she was enjoying the feeling too much, enjoying Santana so close and soft in front of her to alleviate it.
Eventually the girls pulled apart and Santana turned off the taps.
She got a Cheshire grin on her face as she took a towel and started to dry Brittany, starting at her feet and working her way up, going around her thighs and roughly rubbing Brittany's nipples, before removing the towel and replacing it with her lips.
Brittany jumped at the quick change in sensation, letting out a whimper. Santana let go of Brittany's nipple and kissed her way up her neck and to Brittany's mouth, kissing the blonde passionately, wrapping her in her arms and pulling her impossibly close.
As their kiss began to intensify, Brittany's phone started ringing from her pocket on the floor, Brittany and Santana both sighed and Brittany walked over to her phone, picking it up, noticing it was her mother, probably checking on her.
"Hey Mom, how are you?" Brittany asked nonchalantly, looking lovingly at Santana who was leaning against the shower door staring right back at her smiling.
"Brittany! Oh god Brittany! Please you have to..."Brittany's mom was cut off and the phone went dead.
Seconds later a text appeared, "Be at you mothers house in an hour, with Santana only, or her death will be on your shoulders."
Brittany dropped to her knees , dropping her phone.
Santana ran to her and picked her up, "Baby! What is it? What's happened?" Santana asked, as Brittany remained silent.
Santana picked up the phone and read the message, her face contorting into fear, she ran out the bathroom door, coming back minutes later with shorts, t-shirts, socks, underwear and hair ties for the both of them as well as runners and Brittany's gun and phone.
Standing the blonde up she helped her get dressed quickly and attach her gun and holster.
"Brittany! Brittany! Look at me, come on we have to help your Mom!" Santana stated, shaking the girl, still getting no response from a very wide eyed Brittany.
Santana stood back and connected her hand with Brittany's face, slapping her pretty hard, causing a red mark.
Finally Brittany seemed to come back to her body, bringing her hand up to her face.
"I'm sorry, you're right, I'm doing this alone though, you are not coming! This has nothing to do with you," Brittany stated as she started running out of Santana's bathroom.
"To hell I'm not coming! You saw what the message said, I'm there or she dies! I'm coming and you have no say in it!" Santana stated, as Brittany stopped at the top of the stairs.
Brittany debated arguing with the girl, but she knew it would be useless and frankly she could use the backup, someone to call the cops when she had done some reckon of the situation.
Sighing heavily she nodded to the Latina who grabbed her hand and together they ran out the front door.
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