Santana wakes up and quickly realizes that, in a sex haze, she agreed on Brittany becoming a cop. She shakes the blonde awake immediately and asks, "What about the guns?"
Brittany groggily turns over. "Hm? What guns?" She mumbles out still half asleep.
"If you become a cop you'll have to bring a gun home. I don't know if I like that. And my Papi died here so obviously shit does happen in Lima. What about something else that helps people?"
Brittany huffs. "Really San? You want to talk about this at 3 in the morning?"
"Yes." Santana answers simply and then smirks. "And Officer Lopez wants round 2."
Brittany sits up and goes for a kiss. "Well in that case."
Santana pushes her back onto the bed. "Nope. Not until you promise to consider other things."
Brittany grins. "Do you have other outfits?"
"That can be arranged."
"Ok, I'll think about it."
Santana scoffs. "Are you just saying that because you want to be cuffed again?"
"Maybe?" Brittany says as she gauges Santana's reaction.
Santana grabs the cuffs and smoothes down the cop outfit she fell asleep in. Brittany holds her hands out like a good criminal but Santana shakes her head and tells her to turn around.
She cuffs the blonde's arms behind her back and luckily Brittany is still naked from before.
"Do you know what we do to criminals around here Miss Pierce?"
Brittany shakes her head and Santana pushes her to sit on the bed and runs her finger up Brittany's inner thigh painfully slow.
"We fuck them into a confession." Santana whispers in her ear as she rakes her nails back down the blonde's thigh.
A moan makes its way out of Brittany's mouth and Santana smirks. "Get on your knees."
Brittany slides off the bed and does as she's told while Santana lifts a leg to drape over Britt's shoulder and rests it on the bed behind her before grabbing the back of her head and shoving the blonde's mouth into her center.
Brittany goes at it right away and devours her dripping pussy. Santana throws her head back in ecstasy and holds onto the back of Brittany's head and her shoulder for balance.
Once she can't stand anymore she tells Brittany to turn around so her top half is laying on the bed and her knees are on the floor.
She smacks Brittany's bare ass when she's finally in position and the blonde jumps in surprise causing them both to break character for a minute as they chuckle.
Santana then drags her nails down the blonde's back and down to her ass until she reaches from behind and begins to stroke her clit.
Brittany fights against the cuffs to break free and fuck the shit out of Santana but she's stuck face down on the bed.
Santana teases her a bit more before stopping. "Sit on the bed."
Brittany does as she's told as Santana starts to strip and spreads her legs as she begins to touch herself.
Brittany can feel herself dripping down her inner thighs as she watches her love rub her clit fast and begin to moan.
"San, please uncuff me. Let me do that." Brittany begs.
Santana doesn't stop. "Does this turn you on Brittany?" She asks as she smirks and enters herself with two fingers.
Brittany nods her head fast and gulps at the sight before her. She makes a motion to get up but Santana hold her free hand up stopping her. "Stay right there, prisoner."
Santana continues to play with herself until she comes and the sounds she emits makes it hard for Brittany to resist nose diving into her lady parts.
Santana gets up and saunters over to Brittany. She gets the key to the cuffs off of the end table and uncuffs one wrist but then latches it to the bed post causing Brittany to be held down to the bed.
"Lay down." Santana whispers seductively and Brittany listens immediately.
Santana then stands on the bed and positions her feet on either side of Brittany. "Now make me come again." She demands before sitting on the blonde's face.
Brittany's free hand grabs at her ass as she goes at it making her have not one but 2 orgasms.
Santana then reverses her position and goes down on Britt while the blonde still laps at her pussy.
Brittany almost comes instantly from the torture San put her through but it was glorious torture.
After several more rounds they collapse onto the bed exhausted and Santana frees Brittany's hands.
"That's one point for being a cop." Brittany laughs.
Santana smirks devilishly. "We'll see. I got some ideas."
xxxx
Santana and Quinn spar in the locker room of the arena as they wait to be called for their championship fights.
The whole family is here, even Lorraine. She put aside her queezy stomach to watch two girls that are like family to her compete in something they've only dreamed of.
Quinn goes first and is actually nervous when she steps into the ring with an undefeated Rose Vasquez.
Her opponent is a nasty one and Quinn hopes this goes well for her as they bump gloves and begin the fight.
Rose comes out swinging and catches Quinn with an uppercut early in the round that pisses the blonde off enough to send a spinning kick to the other woman's abdomen.
Rose then brings the fight to the mat and earns a takedown when she straddles Quinn while punching her in the face repeatedly.
Quinn brings her leg up and distances herself from the other fighter and uses the cage to scramble back to her feet.
The two circle one another going blow for blow until the bell rings and they retreat to their respective corners.
Mo squirts water into the fighter's mouth as she moves her jaw around that was slammed by that first uppercut.
"This can't go to decision Q. You gotta knock her out." Mo instructs and Quinn thinks, "No shit."
The bell rings again and Quinn struts to the middle of the ring as Fury.
She ducks a raging right hook that comes from Rose and jabs her in the stomach and then sweeps the other woman's legs out from under her.
Quinn pounces on Rose and goes to town throwing punch after punch at Rose's now bloodied face.
Rose covers up so Quinn can't hit her anymore and the ref is about to stop the fight when Rose kicks the blonde fighter off of her.
Quinn lands on her back with a hard thud and Rose now gains dominance as she straddles Q. Rose hits her so hard that Quinn's head bounces on the mat and she's feeling faint but the bell saves her and Rose hops off before lending a hand and helping Quinn up.
Quinn's so shocked by the good sportsmanship that she almost forgets to go to her corner and get checked out.
She has a deep cut on her eyebrow that's dripping blood down her face and her bottom lip is swollen to double its size.
"She loves that uppercut so when she drops her fist to set it up jab her straight in the nose." Mo instructs and Quinn listens intently because she did not come this far just to lose.
Quinn once again struts to the middle of the ring with purpose. The beginning of the round is far from entertaining because both women are trying to conserve energy and crack the code to winning this fight.
Then she sees it. Rose drops her fist to throw her favorite punch and Quinn sends a jab straight into Rose's nose emitting a sickening crack.
Blood flows like a river down Rose's face and the pain distracts her enough that Quinn lands a right hook dead center in her temple.
Rose falters and her legs look like noodles but this doesn't stop Quinn "Fury" Fabray. She jumps on top of the other woman and tackles her to the ground before straddling her and sending an onslaught of punches her way.
The next thing Quinn feels is the ref pulling her away from Rose as she continues to swing.
Brittany and Santana stand up from where they are in the locker room where they were watching it on the TV waiting for Santana's turn.
They see a knocked out Rose and start to jump up and down and scream.
"She fuckin' did it!" Santana yells and hugs Brittany with all that she has.
Brittany on the other hand pushes Santana out of the locker room and towards the arena where they both tackle Quinn and smother her with love.
People in the crowd are confused why Santana is out there when it's not her turn to fight but the Latina doesn't give a fuck her sister just won a championship title.
No words are spoken between the three but they're body language says it all. If sentences could be spoken with smiles than these women would be talking a mile a minute.
The time comes when they're celebration is interrupted as Quinn gets the honor of being presented with a championship belt.
"Winner by knock out in the 3rd round is none other than our new Bantamweight champion Quinn "Fury" Fabray!" The announcer yells as he grabs Quinn by the wrist and lifts her arm high.
Everything goes silent for Quinn at that moment and all the stress and worry leaves her body like a cool breeze passing through.
Tears somehow make their way to her cheeks and she wipes them away with the back of her still gloved hand. She looks to the sky and actually pinches herself proving this isn't a dream and whispers to herself. "I did it."
Santana's excitement however is short lived when her name is called to enter the ring herself.
Her opponent is the current Flyweight champion and she's a scary bitch.
Bernice Krause is from Germany and she gives not one shit about who Santana is. She's beaten many like her before.
Santana on the other hand cracks her neck as she walks into the ring and stretches her arms out while looking for kinks in the other girl's armor.
Mo comes from behind her and taps her shoulder and tells her to sit on the stool so her can rub Vaseline on her face to make the punches slip off.
"She is not one to take lightly Santana." Mo tells her as he preps her for the fight.
"I've watched so many videos of her fights but I can't seem to find her weakness." Santana admits with a huff.
"She has little stamina." Mo reveals and it clicks in Santana's head suddenly.
Most of Krause's fights ended early by knockout. So if Santana can drag it out it will tire her opponent into being sloppy. She just has to not get knocked the fuck out in the process.
The moment comes when the starting bell rings and it's show time.
Santana bumps gloves with Bernice and it all begins.
Of course Bernice swings first just like Santana expected so the Latina dips and dodges the hit.
She does this for a couple more swings until one connects and splits her lip open.
Bernice hits like a truck but this doesn't deter Santana. Feeling the pain just pisses her off and she connects with a left hook to the other fighter's face and a jab to her body.
The fight is close when the first round ends and Mo doesn't even say anything to Santana because there is nothing to fix.
Santana comes out again and her whole family in the crowd can see the anger in her eyes and the determination in her punches.
She lands a take down when Bernice sends a kick her way and Santana catches it and forces the German to the ground.
She lays in on her face and body until Bernice kicks her off and tangles Santana's arm in between her legs effectively bending Santana's arm back the wrong way.
Santana screams out in pain but refuses to tap out. After about a minute like this she's about to give up when the best sound in the world caresses her ears. The bell.
Bernice huffs and lets go of Santana's arm before retreating to her corner.
It's the final round and Santana has to do something or she's not going to win.
Bernice is getting tired but not enough for her to get sloppy as the two women go punch for punch.
They both look like they went through a war with blood dripping down their faces and parts of their bodies.
The crowd is on the edge of their seat as the fight is neck and neck for the whole round.
Santana gets the last hit as she lands an uppercut to Bernice's chin right before the final bell rings.
Both are winded as they flop down on their stools and get tended to by the medical team.
Santana's lost so much blood that she feels dizzy and Bernice is pretty sure she might vomit. Both of their faces marred in cuts and bruises.
After a quick tending to Santana comes to her senses and pushes the medics away. She's so pissed at herself right now that she's shaking. She can't believe the fight is going to the judge's decision.
After a tense ten minutes or so the judges have come to a decision.
Santana and Bernice stand on either side of the announcer and the crowd is on their feet.
Brittany and Quinn bite their nails anxiously as they and the whole family, hold hands in anticipation.
"This was a great fight tonight folks!" The announcer yells and Santana wants to punch him in the face and tell him to get on with it already.
"After much reviewing of the score cards the judges have come to a unanimous decision! It's a draw!"
Santana deflates. A fucking draw? Really?
"In a month's time these two great fighters will compete in a 5 round match to decide the winner of the flyweight championship title!"
The crowd roars. They love this shit. But Santana is pissed she didn't handle it the first time.
She retreats to the locker room where Quinn and Brittany wait for her and she doesn't say a thing. She just sits down on a stool and unwraps her hands in silence. And it's the most deafening silence the two blondes have ever encountered.
xxxx
Quinn's currently making lunch for herself and Shay when she spots Santana out of the window in the kitchen that faces the backyard.
At first she's just confused when Santana starts piling cardboard and other paper products on the grass in the backyard while wearing fireman's yellow pants with suspenders and a t-shirt and helmet on but then she becomes concerned as the Latina starts dousing the pile with lighter fluid.
Quinn stops what she's doing and runs outside.
"What the fuck Santana?" Quinn yells and takes the bottle of lighter fluid from her sister.
"Hey! Give that back!" Santana yells back and pushes Quinn.
"Don't you fuckin' set that on fire!"
"Watch me." Santana snickers before lighting a match and tossing it into the lighter fluid soaked pile of card board.
Quinn then tackles Santana to the ground and starts wrestling her.
They both still look beat up from their previous fight and they feel the affects while fighting for dominance on the ground.
As Quinn suspected, the fire is getting out of control, but they don't notice while trying to tear each other apart.
Thankfully, Santana's plan works, but not as she intended. Brittany runs out and hoses them off as well as the fire brewing dangerously close to the house.
They both stop fighting and Brittany takes in Santana's sexy fireman outfit before she succumbs to a fit of laughter.
"You went all out on the firefighter idea San." Brittany laughs out. "And I'm guessing Quinn wasn't all for it?"
Santana and Quinn scoff at her before getting up and brushing themselves off.
"I still think I like the cop idea better." Brittany admits and Santana huffs and takes the hose from her before soaking her fiancé with it.
Santana then drops the hose and presses her lips dangerously close to Brittany's ear before whispering. "I like you all wet." And walking back into the house.
xxxx
"I'm scared." Brittany whispers to Santana as she lays in a hospital bed waiting to get put under so the shrapnel in her back can be removed.
Santana squeezes her hand and kisses her gently. "I know baby but you're just going to go to sleep and wake up without all that stuff that bothers your back. Tina's going to take real good care of you. I told her I'd beat her up if she didn't" Santana tries to joke.
Brittany's not in the joking mood so she just sends a tight smile Santana's way. A knock sounds on the door and Dr. Chang walks into the room.
"Good morning Brittany. Are we all set for surgery?"
Brittany gulps and nods but doesn't voice what's really going on in her head.
The last time she woke up from surgery she was in a foreign place and misidentified.
Santana smoothes back her hair sensing the blondes stress and kisses her forehead. "I'll be here when you wake up, ok?"
Brittany nods again and leans in for a kiss. After they separate Santana leaves the room and Brittany is left with the doctor.
"What's bothering you?" Tina asks.
"It's nothing. Can we just get this over with?" Brittany says getting defensive and Tina nods before grabbing a nurse to push Brittany to surgery.
It's three hours later and Santana is getting nervous. She paces the floor in the waiting room. Back and forth. Back and forth.
What's taking so long?
As she turns to pace back to where she came from Tina enters the room.
Before Santana can ask Tina is already talking. "The surgery went great she's in recovery now we're just waiting for her to wake up. But we weren't able to get one of the pieces of shrapnel out. It's just too close to her spine."
"What does that mean? Will it affect her at all?" Santana questions instantly.
"It should be fine. It's a small piece and it's lodged in there really good."
"Can I see her?" Santana asks forgetting about everything else for a moment.
Tina nods and tells her the room number and Santana runs to Brittany's side.
Later that night Santana puts on yet another outfit, this time she's a nurse.
But to her dismay Brittany is laying on her stomach on the bed knocked out. She has no shirt on but bandages from the stitched wounds cover her up.
Santana tries to wake her but the painkillers she's on keep the blonde in a deep sleep.
"Well I guess nurse is out." Santana says to herself as she takes the sexy nurse dress off and pulls off her stockings.
"You're so sexy." Brittany mumbles awakened from Santana talking to herself.
The Latina just smiles and kisses Brittany on the forehead. "Go to sleep baby, another time."
xxxx
Somehow Brittany and Quinn have convinced Santana to go to the gun range to get over her fear.
Her breathing is heavy as they walk onto the army base's shooting range. It gets heavier when she's handed a 9mm.
Brittany places both hands on her shoulders and looks Santana in the eye. "You don't have to do this if you're not ready."
Santana thinks for a moment. She's not the type to be afraid of anything. But that day her father died made her scared shitless of any gun because of its power to take away people she loved. But she wants to get over this and learn how to at least use a gun so she can protect herself and her family if her fighting skills aren't enough.
Santana stands before the targets that disturbingly looks like silhouettes of humans and aims her gun. Brittany helps her engage in the right stance and shows Santana how to hold the gun properly before backing up and letting the boxer shoot.
Santana's first round misses completely but the second and third are headshots. Just like when Brittany took Quinn here for the first time, she's amazed at Santana's natural ability to aim.
Santana keeps shooting until her gun is empty but then releases the clip like a badass letting it fall to the ground before loading another one and continuing to shoot.
Quinn smirks at her sister's badassary as Brittany gets a little turned on.
When the second clip is empty Santana puts the gun on the table in front of her with shaking hands and backs away. She's good at this but she doesn't like it not one bit. She's not so afraid anymore though and that's what's important.
xxxx
Santana spars with Quinn in the locker room as Brittany watches. She has never seen Santana train so hard for a fight in the time she has known the boxer. She wants this so bad.
When Santana is called up for the fight she gives Brittany a kiss and Quinn a hug before walking to the cage.
Santana walks into the ring and gets tended to by Mo before standing when the bell rings.
She hits Bernice's glove with her own and notices it's a little hard but thinks nothing of it until she's hit with it.
Santana's head rocks back violently and a gash appears on her forehead. She knows Bernice has something in there but doesn't tell officials. She wants to win this the right way and not by disqualification.
Santana wipes the blood from her brow and attacks. She goes blow after blow destroying the German until the bell rings.
"What's going on Santana?" Mo questions knowing that something is off in the ring.
Santana spits blood onto the mat in favor of answering the question and hops up once the second round is ready to begin.
She punches first with an uppercut to the German's jaw but it's short lived when Bernice throws one right back.
There's a plate of metal poking out from Bernice's glove that slashes Santana's cheek as well as creating a sickening crunch that emits from the Latina's cheekbone.
The whole right side of Santana's face swells immediately and she knows something is broken but she keeps soldiering on, not willing to lose.
She pummels Bernice's stomach with uppercuts and then a jab to her nose causing it to bleed all over.
Bernice isn't done though. She kicks Santana in the ribs and then slams her face down on her knee.
Santana sputters from the blood that's now in her mouth and finds it hard to breathe.
Bernice then pushes her against the cage and starts drilling her face with punches. Santana almost passes out from the damage the metal plate in Bernice's glove is doing but she refuses to lose.
In a last ditch effort Santana pushes the German off of her and runs to the outside of the ring creating space between the two fighters.
She can't breathe and she's pretty sure her ribs are cracked along with her cheekbone and she's seeing double but Santana won't give up.
Santana runs up the side of the cage with the last of her energy towards her opponent before pushing off of the cage with her right foot and spinning with her left straight out. Her foot connects with Bernice's face and the German goes stiff like a board and drops to the ground.
Santana slams to the ground after her and she sees black spots in her vision before everything goes fuzzy.
Next thing she knows she's waking up in the hospital with a splitting headache and a championship belt wrapped around her waist.
The right side of her face is so swollen she can't see out of it but she spots Quinn and Brittany with her left eye.
"I won?" Santana croaks out and Brittany only has time to nod before a doctor busts through the door.
"Hi Ms. Lopez. I'm Dr. Covark. I have some news for you."
"W-what happened?" Santana questions with tears in her eyes from the pain she's in.
"The fighter you were against had metal plates in her gloves. She did some major damage. Your cheekbone is broken in two places and the MRI shows you have a serious concussion that in all likelihood has caused permanent brain damage. Not to mention three broken ribs and a large laceration on your forehead. We are going to have to perform surgery to reconstruct your cheekbone but I'm afraid that's not the worst of it."
"B-brain damage?" Santana squeaks out and looks over at Brittany worried. The blonde squeezes her hand and urges the doctor to go on.
"If you continue to fight I believe you may not wake up the next time. It is my opinion that you hang up your gloves in order to preserve your motor functions. This can cause irreparable damage Santana. You could go blind or even die if you get hit hard enough. We will do a follow up MRI in 3 weeks after the swelling has gone down but it has been my experience in dealing with cases like this that there will be no significant change in the readings".
"Go." Santana whispers before saying it once again louder and the doctor leaves the room.
She doesn't scream or cry she just goes silent which is even scarier.
Quinn and Brittany look at one another both agreeing that the silence in the locker room after the draw was nothing compared to this unbearable lack of sound coming from the Latina.
One tear finally escapes Santana's eye before she turns away from both of them and stares blankly at the wall like it will give her answers as to what she did to deserve this.
