Santana joins Brittany in the backyard and places the firecracker set on the ground.
She tears open the packaging and fishes out the white poppers filled with bits of gunpowder that she used when she was helping Jake with the same thing.
Santana stands and gives Brittany an encouraging smile. "You ready?"
Brittany gulps and nods before preparing herself for the onslaught of noise.
"Just keep your head here in the present and if you get lost find my eyes."
Brittany smiles. "I love your eyes."
Santana actually blushes a bit and ducks her head bashfully before squaring her shoulders again and bringing her head back in the game.
The Latina starts throwing the poppers at Brittany's feet and the blonde freezes up instantly.
Santana keeps going, trying to bring Britt to the edge and no more.
When Brittany starts to get wide eyed and begins to search for a place to hide Santana stops.
In the still afternoon the only thing that can be heard now is Brittany's ragged breath mixed with birds chirping and the gentle breeze.
Brittany brings her hand to her chest as her lungs puff in and out with quick shallow breaths. Santana makes a motion to walk over to her but the blonde puts her free hand up to still her.
Blue eyes then lock on brown and Brittany's posture relaxes and her hands fall by her sides.
"Again." Brittany demands in a determined voice. She wants to get over this.
Santana nods and continues to throw the poppers.
Later in the day she does firecrackers in the dark to make Brittany used to noises she doesn't expect.
Things go awry when Quinn decides to help by jumping out from behind a wall.
When Quinn does this Brittany flips her around in an instant and puts the shorter blonde in a sleeper hold before lowering her gently to the floor like she's trying to be quiet.
Brittany is brought out of her flashback when she hears Santana chuckle behind her. She looks down at Q's limp body with bulging eyes and feels for a pulse to make sure she didn't just kill her best friend.
As Brittany towers over her Quinn yells, "Cunt punt!" and kicks her between the legs.
Even though Brittany doesn't have a dick is still hurts when Q's foot meets her pubic bone.
When the pain seers through her Brittany yelps and does the finger trick she taught them where you jab two fingers right where the neck meets the shoulder and Quinn's out again.
Santana almost dies laughing watching the two blondes but when Quinn wakes up again the look she gets makes her smile fade.
Quinn saunters towards Santana with an evil smirk. "Hey San…You got something, right…" She jabs her neck with her fingers. "There."
Santana's body goes limp and Quinn catches her but Brittany sweeps her legs out from under her and she falls on her ass.
Brittany then straddles Santana's body and tickles her awake. Dom comes out of his room from all the noise and hops on Brittany's back.
"I thought you were on my side Dom?" Brittany laughs.
"Oh shit, you're right." Dom says releasing the blonde.
Santana smacks him lightly on the back of the head. "Watch your mouth, kid." She playfully scolds.
Dom rolls his eyes in a very Santana like manner and then looks to Brittany like they're conspiring silently.
Quinn joins them in a tickle attack on the Latina and she uses all her energy not to piss herself.
"Stop guys! I'm gonna pee!"
They all stop and screw up their faces like just the idea of that happening is gross enough.
Brittany leans over to kiss her but Santana dodges it and jabs her fingers into the blonde's neck causing her to collapse.
"Redemption." Santana cheers and kisses Brittany awake.
Brittany finds those same brown eyes that feel so warm and safe and she realizes she's ok. She's going to be fine and the world isn't as scary and dark, well, at least not now.
xxxx
"Fuck me…My ass, my ass."
Quinn stops in her tracks as she hears this coming from Santana and Brittany's room and pulls her hand away from the doorknob like it's infected with the plague.
As she stands there in a grossed out delirium Brittany opens the door and when Quinn snaps out of it she sees red dots all over Brittany's skin and Santana standing behind her with a back scratcher.
"What the fuck?"
"Outta my way Q I got chicken pox on my ass." Brittany urges.
Santana tries to stifle a laugh and so does Quinn.
Brittany huffs, "Laugh it up guys."
Quinn turns to Santana with a smile. "Did I ever thank you for giving me the chicken pox when we were 6?"
"No. You yelled at me and wouldn't share your toys."
Brittany coughs and jerks her head towards the bathroom.
"Right." Santana says getting back to her task. "A bath."
Brittany stealthily moves her hand down to her ass trying not to let Santana see.
Of course she sees and slaps the blonde's hand away. "No scratching."
Quinn shakes her head and walks away as Shay comes out of their room.
"What's wrong with Brittany?"
Quinn shrugs. "Chicken pox."
Shay's face goes instantly pale and when Quinn takes notice she laughs. "You never got them either?"
Shay gulps and shakes her head. "Does it hurt?" She asks in such a cute voice that Quinn just has to kiss her.
"No, but I'll take good care of you."
Meanwhile inside the bathroom things aren't going so smooth.
Britt's sitting in the bath as San pours water over her back trying to soothe the red marks that litter her skin.
"I'm a mess." Brittany sniffles.
"A hot mess." Santana jokes.
Brittany hums. "This feels good."
"Do your cheeks still itch?"
"They do now that you reminded me San." Brittany whines and then thinks of something judging by the sly grin she's sporting.
She grabs San by the wrist and pulls her into the tub, clothes and all.
Santana sputters and struggles to upright herself. "Asshole." She says playfully while splashing water in Brittany's face.
Brittany stills her hands and kisses her cheek. "You love me though."
"Most of the time." Santana says grinning like an idiot.
Brittany splashes her. "Hey!"
"Ok all the time."
Brittany leans forward and captures plump lips between her own. "I love you all the time too."
xxxx
It's fight night and this time it's in Philadelphia. Brittany lived here before she moved to Lima and loves the city so she promises to show them around after the fight and get cheese steaks since the girls have to make weight.
The stadium is huge and as Santana walks to the ring she can't believe she's fighting in the same stadium that the Phillies play in.
Her opponent is a lanky taller girl named Alena Hutchins and she's undefeated and word has it, a bitch.
But Santana refuses to be afraid. Fear is just something in the air that can be swatted away like a pesky fly or erased like pencil on paper.
Santana looks at Mo in her corner and he smiles and winks at her. If he thinks she can do this than she definitely can.
He comes up to her and slaps her gloves to make the Latina alert. "You must find her weakness." He says in his thick Russian accent. "No one before you has."
Santana nods and places her black mouth guard in before walking up the stairs and into the cage.
Alena looks like a predator as her eyes bare down on the Latina like she's an obstacle to get over.
Santana doesn't let this deter her and she looks straight back while rocking her head to the side and cracking her neck.
The bell rings and the two knock gloves in the middle of the ring and get to work.
Santana swings first and clips Alena's chin and then takes a punch herself when the taller girl counters.
Santana throws a few more hits, some that are blocked, some that aren't. Then out of nowhere Alena tackles Santana to the ground and tangles her limbs with the Latina's.
They grapple on the ground for a bit and Alena gives San a black eye with a thrown elbow.
The bell rings just as Alena pulls back a second time and her arm stops mid air before she crawls off Santana and struts to her corner.
Santana walks over to Mo looking a little defeated but still determined and he squirts water into her mouth.
"Did you find any cracks?" Mo asks her and she shakes her head while staring at the other girl across the ring.
The bell for the second round sounds and Santana is back in the ring, but this time she's a little pissed. She can't believe this girl is giving her so much trouble.
Santana searches for anything to give the girl away, a flinch or a twitch, something, anything to knock this bitch the fuck out.
Then as she's being tackled to the ground again, it clicks.
Alena isn't as good at stand up boxing as she is grappling on the mat.
With renewed vigor Santana head butts the woman on top of her and flips them around so she's on top now.
It's going good until it goes horribly bad. Santana pulls back to force a crippling blow to Alena's face but at the last second the girl moves her head to the side and causes Santana's fist to smash into the mat.
The Latina can feel the bone in her wrist crack as it baresball the force of hitting the hard unforgiving mat.
"Ughh!" She grunts and grits her teeth trying to keep her shit together.
While distracted by the pain Santana doesn't even notice Alena flipping them over and kneeing her in the ribs.
Santana winces a little but regains her composure and starts pushing her away with her foot. With one huge kick Santana gets Alena away from her and as the taller girl stands Santana sends up a kick into her jaw.
Alena stumbles back against the cage and Santana comes raging up to her but the bell rings before she can get a hit and a growl comes from somewhere deep inside the brunette.
Santana walks over to Mo where he ices her eye to control the swelling and takes a look at her wrist.
She sees him looking at the now purple skin on her left wrist and shakes her head. "I'm not quitting. Just tape it up tight and I'll try to use my right hand instead."
Mo knows not to argue with Santana when she's in this mindset so he does as he's told with a smile from the memory of Alex he's conjuring at the moment because Santana acts so much like him.
"Did you find the crack?" He asks and Santana nods.
"She can't box she can only ground fight." Santana says with a grin because her fighting foundation is old school boxing and she knows just how to knock this bitch out.
The starting bell for the last round rings and Santana struts in with purpose.
She basically takes a running jump and slams her right fist into the cheek of her opponent causing her mouth guard to fly across the ring.
The ref pauses the fight for a moment while Alena puts her guard back in her mouth and Santana eyes her up like she's a minion she must destroy.
She circles Alena and jerks to the side when she tries to take her to the ground again.
Alena's getting frustrated because she can't go to the ground like she usually does and Santana can tell.
Santana keeps swinging and when her left fist connects with ribs she can feel her wrist bone splinter a bit more. She grinds her teeth and works past the pain as she lands blow after blow to Alena's face and she can tell the woman is getting faint.
With one last spurt of adrenaline Santana goes after the girl. Jab, Jab, hook and it's all over.
Alena falls limply to the ground and the crowd gets on their feet.
Santana nurses her arm as she walks out of the ring after receiving the winning check and Brittany takes notice.
She looks at Quinn and they both run down to meet her.
"What's wrong?" Brittany asks worried.
Santana takes a deep shaky breath. "I'm pretty sure I broke my wrist in the middle of the 2nd round."
Brittany's eyes bulge out of her head. "And you kept fighting?"
Quinn smirks already knowing the answer but also grimaces remembering how painful it was when she did the same thing. "Of course she kept fighting."
Santana looks up at Brittany with a smile, seemingly forgetting about her wrist. "You wanna go get cheese steaks now?"
This time both Quinn and Brittany look at her like she's nuts.
"What?" Santana asks shrugging.
"We're taking your ass to the hospital you crazy bitch. Maybe you need a CT scan too. I think she finally knocked your brain loose." Quinn laughs and throws an arm around Santana's shoulder.
Brittany kisses Santana on the cheek and runs to get the car.
As soon as the blonde leaves, Santana's whole body deflates. She was trying to seem tough for Brittany so she wouldn't worry about her but she's in some major fucking pain.
Quinn sees this and already knows what's going on in her head. "It hurts doesn't it? You idiot." She chuckles.
"Yeah." Santana whines very unlike the person who just beat the shit out of a woman. "Let's just get this damn thing checked."
After waiting two hours Santana finally gets an x-ray and the doctor's face shows it's bad news.
The old female doctor places the x-ray films in the light box on the wall and shakes her head. "I'm afraid it's broken. We're going to have to cast it. But first we have to set the bone." The doctor pulls a stool up to the bed Santana is sitting on and holds her hand out for Santana's wrist. "This is going to hurt."
Brittany squeezes her good hand and Santana nods for the doctor to begin.
The physician places her hands firmly on the Latina's wrist and snaps the bone into place.
Santana grips Brittany's hand so hard she almost crushes it and she grunts deeply to try and alleviate the pain.
She breathes heavily as tears gather in her eyes and Quinn rubs her back as Brittany holds her hand and grazes her fingers over rough knuckles.
"This is a bad break. I'm going to prescribe you some pain killers to help."
Before the doctor can pull out her pad to write on Santana breathes deeply and shakes her head.
She knows this is the right thing to do but it's still hard when the thing your body craves is being offered up on a silver platter.
"No pain killers." Santana decides and she can feel Brittany beam proudly next to her.
The doctor looks at her like she's crazy but shrugs it off.
"What color cast would you like?"
Santana doesn't even have to think about it. "Black." Quinn and Britt look at her funny. "What? I want it to match everything."
They both roll their eyes at how this tough badass person can also be so girly sometimes. It's like using pink bullets.
"Ok." The doctor chuckles. "I'll have someone come in and wrap that for you. I want you to see a doctor in two months to get the cast off."
"Two months?" Santana shrieks.
Quinn puts a calming hand on her shoulder. "It's ok you don't fight again for three months."
Santana nods her head already thinking of how to change her training to accommodate her broken bone.
Brittany places her fingers gently on Santana's chin and pulls her face towards hers. "Don't worry babe. I'll take care of you and we can run together."
"Stupid bitch should've kept her head still." Santana grumbles as the nurse comes in to put the cast on her arm.
The nurse's eyes bulge out of her head and she cautiously walks towards Santana not knowing why she was beating the shit out of some girl.
The three other women in the room notice this and decide to have some fun.
"Yea San. She shouldn't have looked at you like that." Brittany plays along.
"With those swollen eyes she's not looking at much of anything now." Quinn snickers.
The nurse coughs awkwardly and starts to wrap the wet plaster around Santana's arm.
"I know right." Santana says looking down at the nurse. "You know how I feel about eye contact."
The nurse sucks in a breath and holds it while continuing her work. She's young and this is obviously her first year out of school so Brittany decides to put a stop to the playing.
"You guys are so mean. Sorry about that. They're not as badass as they look." Brittany laughs.
The nurse nods still a little scared but sends Brittany a grateful smile. "I think I might have put the pink on by accident." The nurse says winking at Brittany.
"What?" Santana snaps instantly more aware of her surroundings.
It's the nurse's turn to snicker now. "Just messing with you this is the white base layer."
Santana looks over at Brittany who's laughing uncontrollably and nudges her in the side with her elbow. "Jerk."
The nurse is finally done and Santana looks at her new black cast. She hates the thing already. The doctor comes back in to check the nurses work and to offer Santana a prescription one more time.
The scowl on Santana's face is answer enough so she leaves the room muttering to herself about one helluva pain threshold.
"Come on." Quinn urges. "Let's go apologize to the mat you dented."
"I'm about to dent your face."
"I'd like to see you try with that limp ass wrist." Quinn scoffs.
Brittany comes between them and puts an arm around each of their shoulders and stops the conversation. The three of them walk out of the hospital after being there for 4 hours and the fresh air hits them and uplifts their spirits.
"Bar?" Brittany asks
Both women nod in response and walk to the closest bar where people from all around sign Santana's cast with a metallic sharpie. She even wakes up with a vagina drawn right on top of the hand part of her cast and can only think of one green eyed blonde that would do that to her.
So in the spirit of revenge she draws a penis on Quinn's forehead as she sleeps and sends a picture to Shay.
Her wrist might be broken but seeing Quinn with a dick on her head is priceless.