Two weeks later
After the conversation between Santana and Brittany at the park and joining the rest of the group to spend a relaxing day together, Britt fell into a busy rhythm of juggling school, working some days and spending time with Mason helping him prepare for his first school dance coming up.
On to the story:
Brittany walks over to their groups table in the cafeteria placing her tray down and tiredly drops down beside Puck opening her can of coke. ''Sup nerds.''
Mercedes chuckles softly and shoots her a soft glare. ''Sup girl, have you seen San?''
Brittany shakes her head taking a sip of her coke and raises an eyebrow. ''Nah why?''
''She left to grab her phone because she left it in her locker during PE but didn't return back yet.'' Mercedes tells her shrugging, Brittany just shrugs and chuckles softly.
''She is pretty social, I am sure she just lost track of time talking to some…''
''Dude did you see the hottie Artie is hitting on? God wish I could tap that first.'' One of the jocks exclaims as he walks past their table unintentionally capturing the groups interest and interrupting Brittany's reply.
''Oh fuck no.'' Brittany growls softly immediately jumping up noticing the group do the same, she turns on her heels grabbing the back of the jock's jacket and pulls him back. ''Mind telling me where he is hitting on said hottie?'' She asks shocking everyone with the venom in her voice.
''N-near t-the l-library.'' The boy stammers out.
Brittany immediately turns on her heels shouldering her bag knowing it's the only slightly secured hallway to hide from onlookers and sprints out of the cafeteria knowing the group will follow. ''Puck catch.'' She calls out mid sprint throwing her bag to him as they slide around the corner, she speeds up the second she threw her bag in his direction and skids around another corner dodging a group of students walking out of one of the classrooms.
''Get the fuck off of me asshole!''
She sprints around another corner the second she hears Santana's angry yell quickly looking around as she noticed the light angst covering the words and growls as her eyes land on Artie pinning Santana against the wall in the far right corner so nobody can disturb them, she takes off her jacket as she sees his arm slide down her body knowing what he is trying and throws it behind her for one of the girls to catch. ''Hey jackass!'' She yells storming over to them.
''Britt.'' Santana gasps relief filling her body as she pulls herself out of Artie's hold the second he loosens his hold on her wrists in shock.
''Oh no you won't sexy.'' Artie growls grabbing her arm as she tries to run to them. ''Get the fuck away from here Pierce, this is none of your business.''
''You are cornering one of my friends, everything surrounding them is my business asshole.'' Brittany growls out swiftly kicking the back of his legs making them buckle, she grabs his wrist yanking Santana's arm out of his hold and gently grabs her hand with her free arm pulling her behind her. ''What the fuck you think you doing? Cornering girls who clearly say no!'' She yells feeling two hands grab her shirt in a strong hold knowing Santana is hiding behind her while also trying to calm herself down. ''Go to the group San.'' She whispers softly.
She staggers back as Artie suddenly pushes her and quickly regains her footing reaching behind her to keep Santana up too.
''B go.'' Puck tells her as he slides up beside her with Sam.
''No fucking way.'' Brittany tells him with a growl while keeping her eyes fixated on Artie. ''Jackass needs to learn what no means.''
''C'mere girl.'' She hears Mercedes whisper softly and straightens up crossing her arms in front of her chest the second she feels Santana hands letting her shirt go, she tilts her head as Artie tries to look past her and raises an eyebrow.
''Eyes away before I make sure you will be needing more than just those glasses Abrams.'' She snaps darkly.
Artie looks at her and scoffs. ''You are just jealous that she isn't a dyke like you are Pierce, nobody will be joining that dark side.''
Brittany just smirks the insults not even getting to her and shrugs. ''Do I hear a bit of jealousy Abrams?''
''Me jealous for you doing some carpet munching?'' Artie asks in disgust. ''Fuck no.''
Brittany just laughs and winks. ''Oh I sure do hear some jealousy jackass, you are jealous that I have game and know how to treat a girl while the most them sprint straight to the dark side as you like to call it, the second you dare to breath in their direction.''
''You fucking bitch!''
She leans back as he swings at her and watches Sam and Puck charge at him at once.
''Oh no you won't motherfucker.'' Puck growls out slamming Artie back against the wall before he can even respond hitting him right in the middle of his chest with a quick jab.
''Rule number one.'' Sam growls while punching his stomach. ''Never raise your hand at a girl asshole!''
''Rule number two.'' Puck growls slamming Artie's head against the wall as he struggles in their hold. ''Never try swinging at my best friend again, next time you try this shit your ass will need a lot of stitching up!''
Brittany reaches out planting her hands on their shoulders as the school bell rings signaling that lunch is almost over and pulls them back as she sees Artie leaned back against the wall in a daze. ''Enough boys.'' She mutters knowing they all don't want detention. ''Don't want him to be the cause of some lame detention.''
She walks backwards pulling the boys with her and pats their backs leaning up to kiss their cheeks. ''Thank you for always having my back though, let's go before anyone sees us.'' She murmurs as she leads them over to the girls watching Santana leaned into Mercedes's hug trying to calm herself down.
''Bitch won't always have those dogs around, soon her ass will be mine.''
She stops in her tracks the second she hears Artie's soft grumble as he walks past them with one arm wrapped around his abdomen knowing Sam got him good and throws out her fist squarely hitting him in the jaw, she walks over to him as he collapses against the lockers behind him with a loud crash and grabs the collar of his Letterman jacket lifting him up to pin him against the metal behind him.
''Let this be your last warning.'' She growls in a threateningly dark voice. ''Touch her again and you will face hell.'' She warns blue eyes flashing with hatred. ''Stay the fuck away from my friends.'' She growls slamming her fist centimeters away from his head into the lockers causing it to dent and her friends to jump at the loud noise, she let's go of him as she sees him looking at her eyes wide in terror and pushes him further back down the hall turning on her heels to face her friends as he stumbles and slides further back as she at first intended. ''Let's get out of here.'' She tells them as the second bell rings.
She takes her jacket back from Tina flexing her hand and quickly stops as pain shoots through her hand. ''Mother fucker.'' She curses in pain while glaring down at her hand wincing as she sees it already turning purple, she shakes her head as they all stop in their tracks to look at her and nods her head down the hall. ''Move your asses before a teacher finds him.''
She leads them back to the crowded hallways cradling her injured hand and bites her lip trying to bite back the pained groan as she accidentally grazes her knuckles, she yelps as she suddenly feels a hand pull on the back of her shirt stumbling to a stop and turns on her heels with a glare.
She immediately softens as she locks eyes on concerned brown orbs not even noticing that the rest of their friends left and frowns slightly. ''Where a..''
''Please shut up.'' Santana whispers softly as she pulls her towards the exit of the school, Brittany immediately clamps her mouth shut never having heard that much emotions in Santana's voice and allows her to lead her out of the school. ''The group will excuse us for our lesson with Holly.'' Santana tells her softly as she leads her over to Britt's car. ''You are in no state to drive with your hand, do you trust me to drive your car?''
Brittany slowly nods her head glancing down at the pocket she keeps her keys in knowing it will hurt if she tries to grab them herself and looks at Santana smiling sheepishly. ''They are in my right pocket.'' She tells her softly. ''No hospital visit please.'' She adds in an afterthought.
Santana nods her head reaching into her pocket and fishes the keys out, she unlocks the car opening the passenger door for Brittany and watches her slide in slamming the door close with a soft sigh and shake of her head, she walks around the car and bites her lip. ''Let's hope it's not broken.'' She mutters softly to herself before sliding behind the steering wheel.
She drives off after adjusting the seat making sure to drive carefully and bites her lip as she navigates them to her house accepting Brittany's request, she glances at her noticing the pain clearly written on her face and sighs. ''I appreciate what you did, but did you have to hit metal?''
''If I had hit him, I would be spending my time behind some metal bars San.'' Brittany replies with a sheepish smile. ''He wouldn't have survived the force behind that one hit, so yeah I rather fuck up my hand if that means still getting to enjoy life with Maze, you and the group.''
Santana swallows thickly parking the car in front of her house opting not to respond for now and slides out of the car, she walks around opening the door for Brittany and helps her out before locking the car. She leads her up the steps to the front door fishing out her own keys and unlocks the front door ushering her in first. ''Kitchen is on the right, please sit down while I grab some things.'' She tells her softly after kicking off her shoes.
Brittany kicks off her shoes looking around at the beautiful decorated house and walks into the kitchen raising an eyebrow in surprise as she sees how homey it looks, she sits down at the kitchen table looking down at her hand and gulps thickly as she sees her hand already swelling. ''Sure hope it's not broken.'' She whispers softly to herself.
''Yeah I hope so too.'' Santana replies as she walks into the kitchen carrying a first aid kit, she shoots Brittany a small smile as her head snaps up and empties the contains of the kit out onto the table. ''Show me your hand Britt.'' She whispers softly as she sits down beside her.
She gently grabs her wrist as she holds her hand out for her and grimaces in pain as she sees it already bruising badly, she grabs an ibuprofen laying on the table and stands up to grab her a glass of water. ''Please take that, it will help against the pain and swelling.'' She tells her softly as she hands her the glass she just filled, she sits back beside her and gently grabs her hand again watching her swallow the pill without a complain.
She grabs the cooling gel her mother often applied to her injuries when she was gentle and gently spreads it out onto her hand moving it a bit to check if it's broken, she apologizes softly as she feels Brittany wince and gently runs her fingers over the bruised skin beneath her fingertips to spread out the gel. ''The gel will cool it a bit, I hope it will work soon to lessen the pain a bit more.'' She murmurs softly as she grabs a package of bandages.
She unpacks them placing Brittany's hand on the table and carefully wraps her hand up making sure to not bandage it too tight and sighs. ''It's not broken, but you definitely bruised it B.''
Brittany shrugs her shoulders biting her lip to contain a grunt and sighs. ''So worth it.'' She locks eyes with Santana as she looks up at her in shock and smiles slightly. ''What?''
''Bruising your hand was worth it?'' Santana asks in surprise, Brittany nods her head and shrugs again.
''Well yeah, I rather walk around with a bruised hand for a while as with the thought of not being able to protect my family or friends.'' She replies easily. ''My hand will be fine in a while, but walking around with the idea of allowing my friends to get harmed without jumping in will forever haunt me.''
''You are so damn selfless you know that?'' Santana asks with a frown. ''Maybe we don't like seeing you injured.''
''Yeah and maybe I don't like the idea of what that asshole would have done without any of us jumping in.'' Brittany replies back with a sigh. ''I seriously don't want to know what could have happened, asshole had it coming.''
''But you hurt yourself Brittany, you hurt yourself because of me!'' Santana exclaims sadly.
''No I hurt myself because of my own dumb ass idea, none of this is your fault Santana.'' Brittany tells her with a soft sigh. ''I am just glad we overheard the jocks talking about it and reached you on time.'' She continues with a soft murmurs as she turns in her seat to face her. ''Are you okay?''
''I have to ask you that.'' Santana replies a frown still clear on her face, Brittany rolls her eyes dropping her hand as she sees Santana gazing down at the bandage and gently places it on her thigh.
''No I already told you that I am fine, I am asking you because of what happened and what he tried.'' She pauses and raises an eyebrow. ''I sure ho..''
''He didn't, you definitely arrived on time.'' Santana replies cutting her off. ''I don't even want to think of what could have happened.'' She continues with a soft gulp. ''I definitely don't like that you got injured, but thank you.''
''Anytime Santana.'' Brittany whispers with a small smile, she runs her thumb over the white skinny jeans Santana wears and sighs softly. ''And yeah I don't want to think about that either.'' She looks up as she feels a slight tremble in Santana's leg and scoots her chair back as she sees tears welling up in her brown orbs. ''Hey.'' She whispers soothingly. ''Come here.'' She mutters softly gently tugging on her right hand with her injured hand ignoring the pain shooting through it.
She pulls her on her lap not even thinking about the position they are in and wraps her arms around her waist, she runs her hand up her back as she feels her head land on her shoulder a soft sniffle escaping her throat and leans her chin on top of her head. ''We are both okay Santana, let's not think of the what if's.''
''Well that's quite difficult knowing you injured yourself trying to protect me.'' Santana breaths out with a soft sniffle keeping her face hidden against her shoulder, Brittany just sighs softly tightening her hold around her waist and shrugs chuckling softly as she grumbles the second her head moves with the motion of her shoulders.
''I would do it again in a heartbeat.'' She whispers. ''That is just a no brainer, don't blame yourself for something you can't prevent and before you even get that idea in your head.'' She pulls back cupping Santana's cheek to lift her head and locks eyes with her a perfectly manicured eyebrow slowly raising. ''Never think of holding me back, whenever I am in a mood like I was back in that hallway, I won't allow anyone to hold me back and I don't want to injure you with my struggling.''
''Can we do anything to get you out of that mood before you injure yourself?'' Santana asks softly gazing into crystal orbs, Brittany shakes her head and smiles slightly.
''No not really, Puck mostly just pulls me back and accepts the hits he receives knowing a call to my mother because I received detention will do more harm but a way to calm me without actually touching me is impossible.''
''You really are one of a kind crazy.'' Santana states with a grin, Brittany laughs and shoots her a wink.
''You are really slow if you just realized that San.'' she grunts in surprise as she hits her shoulder and quickly grabs her hand with her non injured hand. ''Hey no hitting.'' She exclaims with a soft laugh.
''You are an ass you know that?''
''So you told me.'' Brittany replies with a smirk. ''I have a nice one, that I know.'' She snickers in amusement as she sees Santana suck in her lips a light blush creeping up her cheeks and sticks her tongue out. ''You sure blush easily.''
''Ethnic people don't blush Britt.'' Santana tells her with an eye roll, she swats her hand away as she pokes her cheek in amusement her blush deepening and drops her head back on her shoulder. ''Shut up.'' she grumbles as she laughs.
''Yeah keep telling yourself that gorgeous, maybe it will come true.'' Brittany freezes at the unintended compliment and blushes as she feels Santana tense in her arms. ''I feel like I should take that back.'' She mutters shyly. ''But.. I don't want to.''
Santana blinks slowly keeping her face hidden in Brittany's shoulder as she feels her face heat up at the sudden compliment and releases a slow shuddering breath feeling her heartbeat quicken. ''Well that's a first.'' She mutters shyly.
''What is?'' Brittany asks in confusion turning her head to look down at her, Santana keeps her face hidden and shrugs.
''Someone calling me gorgeous.'' She explains. ''Normally I hear other things.''
Brittany rolls her eyes and scoffs. ''Yeah they don't know how to treat someone right.'' She mutters in annoyance.
''You are too you know?'' Santana asks softly. ''Gorgeous I mean.'' She clarifies.
''I thought I was an ass.'' Brittany mutters teasingly trying to lighten the mood and make the sudden thick air around them vanish, she squeaks as Santana suddenly pokes her side and giggles quickly grabbing the hand assaulting her.
Santana immediately sits up at the cutest noise leaving the blonde and looks at her in shock. ''Okay that was hella cute.'' She exclaims grinning. ''Let's try that again.'' She breaths out with a devilish grin trying to poke her side once again.
Brittany laughs quickly grabbing her hands being mindful of her injured hand and shakes her head. ''Hell no, now sit still before I drop you.''
''You would never.'' Santana tells her in amusement, she gasps her hands quickly letting go of Brittany's to wrap around her shoulders as she moves her legs causing her to lose her balance and squeals. ''B!''
Brittany smirks in amusement smoothly wrapping her arms around her waist to keep her up and raises an eyebrow as they lock eyes. ''You sure about that?''
''Ass.'' Santana grumbles with an eye roll, she freezes as she hears the front door unlock and quickly jumps up grabbing the trash scattered around the kitchen table.
''Mija, I am home!'' She hears her mother yell, she glances at Brittany snickering softly as she sees her slowly standing with widened eyes and clears her throat after throwing away the trash.
''In the kitchen mami!''
''Who owns that beautiful old Pontiac grandprix in front of our house mija? The flames on it look amazing and match surprisingly well with the blue base.''
Brittany's eyebrow raises in surprise as she hears Santana's mother gush over her car while walking into the kitchen checking the mail and smiles slightly softly clearing her throat. ''That would be mine, hello Mrs Lopez.''
Santana giggles as her mami looks up in surprise and covers her mouth in amusement as she hears her soft gasp. ''Oh mami.'' She cuts herself off laughing and walks over to hug her, she pulls back still chuckling softly and kisses her cheek. ''Mami this is Brittany.'' She introduces in amusement, she turns to Brittany and smiles slightly. ''Britt this is my mom, Maribel Lopez.''
Brittany smiles slightly and takes a step closer holding out her non injured hand. ''Nice to meet you Mrs Lopez.''
Maribel clicks her tongue after elbowing her daughters side softly and shoots the blonde in front of them a kind smile reaching out to shake her hand. ''Please call me Maribel, nice to meet you too Brittany.''
Santana smiles slightly and walks back to the table looking at her mother. ''How was work?''
''Like always, how was school?'' Maribel asks looking at both girls, she glances at Brittany's bandaged hand and raises an eyebrow as she notices the first aid kit on the table. ''And what happened to your hand?''
''Mami.'' Santana mutters softly as she notices Brittany tense, Brittany swallows thickly glancing at the time and bites her lip turning to Maribel.
''I think Santana can explain what happened better than I can.'' She mutters with a sheepish smile. ''And I am sorry but I have to go and pick my little brother up from school.''
Santana turns to her and raises an eyebrow. ''Can you drive?'' Brittany nods her head looking down at her bandaged left hand and smiles.
''Yeah I only steer with this one, I'll be fine.'' She turns to Maribel and smiles kindly. ''It was nice to meet the woman behind all the amazing stories Santana told us Maribel, next time I will stay longer.'' She turns to Santana and smiles slightly. ''See you tomorrow?''
Santana nods her head and smiles. ''Yeah I will walk you out.'' She mutters softly, she follows Brittany to the front door smiling as she hears her mom yell goodbye and opens the door leaning against the doorpost after Brittany stepped out. ''You sure you can drive?''
Brittany nods her head and chuckles. ''Yeah I am, stop worrying that pretty little head of yours.''
Santana smiles bashfully and clears her throat feeling another blush creeping up her cheeks. ''Now you're on a roll huh?''
Brittany laughs and steps closer pulling her in a hug. ''Nope just stating the obvious, see you tomorrow San.'' She murmurs kissing her cheek.
''Yeah see you tomorrow Britt.'' She murmurs with a smile watching her walk to her car, she steps back waving as she drives off and closes the door with a soft happy sigh.
''You so got the hots for that beauty.''
She jumps with a squeak and turns on her heels blushing bright red as she sees her mother leaning against the entrance leading to the kitchen wearing a shit eating grin.
''Mami!'' She exclaims in shock. ''How long did you stand there?'' She asks blushing.
''Just a few seconds, but I heard the both of you talk.'' Maribel tells her in amusement. ''You got it bad mija.'' She tells her daughter with a soft snicker.
''Shut up.'' Santana whispers still blushing as she tries to walk past her to run up the stairs to her room, Maribel laughs easily grabbing the back of her shirt and pulls her back right into her arms.
''Oh no mija, no running off.'' She tells her in amusement as she pulls her back into the kitchen, she pushes her down in one of the chairs and kisses the top of her head. ''Now before we indulge in your crush, tell me what happened today and what happened with her hand mi corazón.''
Santana bites her lip watching her sit down in front of her and looks down at the hands folded in her lap telling her what happened.