I scrubbed my skin of you
But yet you still returned
I've bled for you
But your essence still burned
I feel you in every shakey breath
Every movement of my body
I see you behind my eyes
As I'm slowly rotting
Santana's POV
As I pack my stuff in a duffle bag to get the fuck out of this shit hole I see Rosa's sad look across the cell. I wish she could come with me.
"I'm gonna miss you San."
"I'll miss you too Ro. But I promise to visit and write. And the next thing you know you'll be able to be a bitch outside of a cell."
"Fuck you." Rosa laughs while playfully punching me in the arm.
"Speaking of fucking. Thanks for protecting my girl on the outside."
"Like I said we owe you for a lifetime. You saved my life."
I guess I did something right for once. Ya know, saving a Latin Queen and all.
Before I can make another rude comment a guard comes to bring me to the warden. I hate that bitch.
I step up to Rosa and hug her. She's been my light in here for these past two years and has become a truly amazing friend to me.
"Good luck out there camarada."
I nod and restrain myself from punching the she guard in the face when she yanks me roughly out of the cell. I can't wait to get out of here.
They sit me down in front of Warden Sylvester and I wanna hit her too. Damn I'm angry.
"Prisoner 30327. Do you believe you have changed during your stay?"
"Yes." I answer simply. I learned what happens when you get on her bad side last time I was in here.
"Have you sufficiently learned your lesson?" She asks while signing some papers.
I wish this bitch would just hurry the fuck up I'm starting to withdrawal. I didn't do a line before I came because I know this bitch would see my pinned pupils and send me right back to my cell.
"Yes Ma'am." I answer obediently.
The warden nods and I'm uncuffed and allowed to change into normal clothes. I had Quinn send me some and a normal damn bra. I've never been so excited to put on a bra in my life.
When that gate closes behind me and I'm finally outside the walls of that horrible place I feel like a bird that got her wings back. Then I see my beautiful blonde sitting on the hood of a rusty truck and I just want to fly away with her.
She runs up to me and I drop my bag. I open my arms to her and as she crashes into me I spin her around while I kiss her like it will be the last time.
I haven't touched her like this in 2 years. 2 whole fucking years without my skin lighting up at the end of her fingertips.
I put her down and stare into her eyes. "Hey baby."
"Hey."
I look at the truck she arrived in funny because I hope she didn't steal it but she tells me she borrowed it from Ty. Good, no more jail.
"Let's go home." Brittany whispers in my ear.
Those three simple words sound like poetry to me.
We get into the truck and she hands me a bag of dope. This girl knows me far too well.
"I should've just quit when I woke up in the hospital drug free. At least I didn't have to deal with withdraw while I was knocked the fuck out."
Brittany gives me a tight smile. I know it's against the rules to talk about getting clean but after spending 2 years in that shit hole I want to live my life fully.
She takes me home and it's amazing how shitty everything got while I was gone. I see Puck rail thin and in mussed clothes and I really feel for him. No one should ever have to suck dick for money.
I then see my brother and Quinn kept him healthy. I hug him tight and then slap him in the back of the head.
"No more robbing shit. You hear me?"
He nods and I smile up at him. He's a high school graduate now. He looks like a man and it's crazy.
"Well, I smell like jail so I'm gonna go shower with only one other woman for once."
I smile at Brittany and she just about runs up the steps.
She immediately pushes me against the bathroom wall and starts ripping my clothes off. I've never been so turned on before. I go to turn the shower on while she undresses and I feel her warmth press into me from behind.
"I missed you so much Tana." She says with tears in her eyes.
"I missed you too Sweets. But I'm all yours now."
She pushes me in the shower and I was off before she can touch anymore of me because I feel gross.
The hot water feels amazing on my skin. It feels so good to shower and not be afraid of someone trying to stab me.
I feel light kisses and nips on my shoulder and I turn around. In a swift move Brittany drops to her knees and goes for my pussy like it's her last meal.
It feels so damn good. I haven't had sex in two years and fucking myself just doesn't compare.
"Fuck Britt." I moan.
She licks and sucks at my clit and it's embarrassing how fast I come.
"Your turn." I say with a smirk and I press her against the opposite wall where the water is flowing down.
She smiles as I lift one of her legs around my waist. I suck on her nipples for a bit before I plunge two fingers into my sexy girlfriend.
Her moans are like music. She digs her nails into my back and I love it so I go faster and faster.
"Fuck I missed you San."
I add to it by placing my thumb over her clit and biting down on her neck and as my palm slams against her wet pussy I can feel her getting closer.
"Cum for me baby." I whisper and a moment later she does just that while screaming my name.
I love this woman.
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After my amazing shower I decide to visit the man that's been protecting my girl this whole time.
Quinn must have a thing for Latino's because he is a straight up chico.
I find out that Jermaine was the one who robbed my fucking house because he thought it was all of B's things. I'm gonna fuck this dude up. Thankfully Mateo has a man on the inside.
"So you're the one that fucked my sister?"
"Ummm."
"It's cool just don't fuck with her head. And thanks for watching my girl while I was locked up."
He pats my shoulder. "We owe you. Rosa is one of the top in the Kings."
I smile he's a good man. "Well let's make a plan to get this fucker back."
Next I go to visit my main man Ty. I missed him so much.
"Here's your truck you sweet chocolate man you."
He turns around and scoops me up in a hug. If I didn't like this guy so much I'd kick him in the balls.
"Keep the truck and take this money. I wanna help you get back on your feet ma. You've done so much for me." Ty reasons.
"But…"
"Shut up and let me help. I think I have an idea."
"Ty, you think?" I fake gasp.
"Fuck you."
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I decide to make dinner with the money I just gained and go shopping for food. I'm gonna make Santi's favorite pork chops and Britt's favorite, scalloped potatoes.
I missed them so much it's crazy. I missed messing with Quinn and Puck. And I missed watching my brother grow up and having catches with him. Some minor league team scouted him and I wasn't even there for that.
We all sit down in the living room, all 9 of us. We're all spread out everywhere since they sold basically all the furniture except for the couch and makeshift coffee table.
I feel so bad. I should've helped them somehow but I was enclosed in an orange sea with bars.
"Puck you can stop suckin' dick for money now."
He stands up. "You know what? Fuck you Santana. That's none of your business."
"It is if you're hitting the same blunt as me." I chuckle.
Everyone laughs and the conversation is dropped.
"Oh and Santi? If you rob another store I will personally beat the shit outta you. Whay is Quinn the only one that kept her shit together while I was gone?"
Puck scoffs. "Yea, if trickin' for Artie counts as keeping her shit together."
Before anyone can comment there is a knock at the door. And Quinn, eager to exit the conversation, jumps to answer it.
"Hi Teo." She swoons.
What the fuck? Since when did Q turn into such a girl?
"Hey Quinn. I have to talk to Miss Santana for a minute."
I walk over. "Wow I feel special. What's up?"
"Our man on the inside who's befriended Jermaine informed me her plans to come for her and knows you all live here. I've brought you all guns to protect yourselves."
He hands over a heavy duffle bag and I sort through all the metal.
I pull out the silver Colt 45 and slap a clip inside like a seasoned pro.
Everyone is staring at me smiling. What the fuck?
"What?"
"I didn't think it was possible but jail made you even more badass." Quinn wipes a tear away. "I missed you so much Tana."
I smile and tuck the gun into the waistband of my jeans. I missed her too.
"So fuckin hot." Brittany mumbles.
I love that girl.
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No ones POV
Mateo agreed to guard the house while all 9 of the rag tag family goes to the woods outside the city to learn how to shoot.
Santana presses against Brittany while instructing her to shoot, effectively causing her aim to be a bit messed up.
Quinn, Puck, and Santi already know how to shoot so they help with the others.
Before leaving Santana drew up a bunch of targets that resembled the dark man with green eyes.
All of a sudden there's a bang followed by "Fuck!"
Everyone turns to see Sugar holding her eye. She underestimated the recoil on her 9mm.
"Come here Sugs." Santana coos. She's always had a soft spot for the girl.
She hugs her and teaches her the right way to shoot and is a much better teacher than Puck.
Santana decides to shoot a target for practice and lays all 8 bullets from her clip into the forehead of the target.
"God she's so hot." Brittany mumbles again.
By the time night comes and the late summer air falls chills everyone is pretty good at shooting.
After the shooting practice they all go back to the house and Brittany drags Santana to the basement.
Amongst the cement walls and hot water heater lay all of Santana's art work and her guitar.
"I saved it for when you got back."
"Baby, I don't know what to say…I love you so much." Santana says in awe.
Brittany kisses her slowly. "I love you too. Now sing for me. I missed you voice so much San.
The Latina picks up the guitar and sits on the cement floor of the cold basement.
"Any requests?"
"Something from your heart." The blonde smiles.
The chords start for the song and Brittany begins to dance.
You said I'm stubborn and I never give in
I think you're stubborn 'cept you're always softening
You say I'm selfish, I agree with you on that
I think you're giving out way too much in fact
I say we've only known each other a year
You say I've known you longer my dear
You like to be so close, I like to be alone
I like to sit on chairs and you prefer the floor
Walking with each other, think we'll never match at all, but we do
But we do, but we do, but we do
I thought I knew myself, somehow you know me more
I've never known this, never before
You're the first to make out whenever we argue
I don't know who I'd be if I didn't know you
You're so provocative, I'm so conservative
You're so adventurous, I'm so very cautious, combining
You'd think we wouldn't, we do, but we do, but we do, but we do
Favouritism ain't my thing but,
In this situation I'll be glad...
Favouritism ain't my thing but, in this situation I'll be glad to make an exception
You said I'm stubborn and I never give in
I think you're stubborn 'cept you're always softening
You say I'm selfish, I agree with you on that
I think you're giving out way too much in fact
I say we've only known each other a year
You say I've known you longer my dear
You like to be so close, I like to be alone
I like to sit on chairs and you prefer the floor
Walking with each other, think we'll never match at all, but we do
The song ends and Santana holds the last note while Brittany spins and jumps letting the chords of the guitar take over her.
The girls kiss and then join each other upstairs to sleep along side one another for the first time in two years.
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The next night Quinn, San, and Brittany party far too hard and shit gets out of hand.
They end up in a crack house somewhere in Kenso with a dead body and a crying baby in the same room.
As Santana's sitting there with a dipping off Brittany on her lap and a comatose Quinn, she feels bad for the baby.
She's been that child crying in a crib with a dirty diaper on. No child should ever have to endure something like this.
Santana gets up slowly and leans Quinn and Brittany together so they're comfortable.
If they were awake she would not be showing how she has a soft spot for kids.
Santana leans over the crib and grabs what looks to be a little 3 month old girl, out of her lonely cage.
"Hey cutie. What's wrong huh?" She whispers to the baby.
Santana thinks the baby is absolutely adorable and can't help the smile that comes to her face when the child giggles while she's singing a song to her.
Brittany is awake by now and finds the scene completely adorable. She knows Santana is going to make a great mom someday and she wants to be there as the other mom of little brown eyed babies.
In another part of the house the mother of the child looks on with a smile. She's a crack fiend and can barely feed her kid let alone make her laugh like the Latina just did.
Santana reluctantly places the baby back in her crib after changing her dirty diaper. She doesn't want to leave her but knows she has no business taking a child on with all her responsibilities.
She bends over the dead body and feels the cold skin for a pulse just to make sure. He's definitely dead.
Santana and the two blondes leave after that and take a bus back to their place. When they get back they see a man trying to pick the lock to their home.
Santana walks behind him quietly and slams his face against the door.
She grabs her gun out of her pants and presses it to the back of his head. "Are you fucking stupid or just plain brainless?"
She slams his head against the door one more time. "Well you wanted to come in so bad let's go."
"Wait!" Brittany yells before kicking him square in the balls.
Santana smiles at her girlfriend. She loves it when she takes control.
Quinn clears out the basement of all the art and things while Santana holds Jermaine at gun point in the living room. She smokes a blunt and ashes on him every now and then.
Brittany looks uneasy but she knows she's safe as long as Santana is here.
Santana searched his pockets and found a bunch of girl's photos and some extremely young. She's sickened by this fucker. Santana also takes his cell phone and his wallet, which had 300 dollars in it.
Quinn's finally done with the clearing out and Santana goes to drag him down the basement but Brittany interjects again.
She kicks him hard in front of the doorway to the basement and the man goes flying down the stairs.
"Let's see how you like being tossed into hell." Brittany sneers before closing and locking the door from the outside.
