''Are you okay?''
Santana blows out a breath sitting down on the edge of her bed and nods her head trying to ignore the throbbing in her arm. ''Yeah I am, I wasn't alone, don't worry B.''
Brittany just raises an eyebrow and tilts her head. ''Yeah I smell bullshit, want to try again?''
''It's nothing.'' Santana tells her, her voice softer as before. ''She grabbed my arm trying to force me to talk to her, but Q and Cedes were both with me so she couldn't do more.''
''Can you show me your arm?'' Brittany asks softly, she smiles shyly as Santana looks at her screen in surprise and shrugs. ''Just humor me.''
Santana sighs shrugging off her jacket and stands up to walk to her mirror, she flips the camera so Brittany sees her reflection and smiles sheepishly noticing the stuff scattered around the room. ''Don't pay attention to my room please.''
''Why scared I won't like untidy people?'' Brittany teases with a smirk.
Santana just looks at her screen with an eyebrow raised knowing Brittany will see it and bites her lip her heart fluttering as she hears her chuckle, she clears her throat trying to hide her blush and turns so she can see her arm. ''See nothing wrong.''
''Is it throbbing?'' She hears Brittany ask, she looks at her phone and bites her lip slowly humming as she sees Brittany just looking back the barely hidden anger clear in her eyes. ''Yeah don't tell me nothing is wrong if bruises are clear to see San.'' She states anger clear in her voice.
She sighs as she sees Santana's confused frown and bites her lip. ''Look at your elbow, it's red and a bit swollen so that will definitely bruise. What really happened Santana?'' She asks in concern.
Santana sighs walking back to her bed after flipping the camera again and falls down. ''She yanked me back with force the second I tried to walk past her to leave, I collided with the doorknob of the break room but it's nothing Britt.''
''C, Q and I forgot the time talking so it's a bit our fault too, if we hadn't start talking about my love interest at work nothing had happened.'' Her eyes widen the second the sentence leaves her mouth and blushes bright red as she sees Brittany quirk a curious eyebrow. ''Just forget what I just said.''
''Okay first of all, nothing is your or Quinn and Mercedes's fault, you were at work and it's a bit of a safe place so get that out of your mind real quick.'' Brittany tells her softly. ''Second, please ice your elbow so it won't bother you tomorrow.'' She raises an eyebrow as Santana opens her mouth to reply and snickers. ''Stop being so damn stubborn and just do it beautiful.''
''Since when are you so damn bossy?'' Santana asks with an eyebrow raised, she sighs standing up as Brittany just raises an eyebrow and chuckles. ''Yeah yeah, be right back B.''
She places her phone on her desk not noticing that the camera is pointed at the mirror and jogs out of the room.
''Gotta thank Gunther for those uniforms, like damn.''
She stops in her tracks as she hears Brittany's mumble and leans back to look in her room, she raises an eyebrow as she sees Brittany's reflection in her mirror and smirks. ''Thanks?'' she asks smirking, she laughs as she notices her blushing bright red with a deer in the highlight look and winks. ''Cat got your tongue again?''
She jogs down the stairs her laughter following her as she sees Brittany just dropping her head with a blush and quickly grabs an ice pack out of the fridge, she jogs back up the stairs sliding around the corner to her room and walks in a smirk playing on her lips.
She takes off the white short apron she has wrapped around her waist and throws it over her desk chair, she grabs her phone still smirking and clears her throat as she sees Britt typing on her phone and her camera on pause. ''Hey B?''
''Yeah?'' She hears right after Brittany returned back to their chat, she tilts her head as she sees the guilty grin on her lips and shakes it off pointing her camera at the mirror again smirking.
''One last look before I change out of it.''
''I hate you.'' Brittany mutters blushing bright red at being caught.
Santana burst out laughing placing her phone down making sure it's pointed at her ceiling and takes off her uniform. ''No you don't.'' She tells her as she grabs her favorite pair of yoga pants and old high school cheerleading tank top.
''You know that two can play this game right?'' Brittany asks.
Santana chuckles grabbing her phone after changing and lays back down in her bed, she grabs the ice pack holding it up for Brittany to see and lays on her back leaning her elbow right on top of it. ''Oh yeah? I would like to see you try.'' She mutters smirking.
She gulps as Brittany just smirks and slowly licks her lips. ''Anyways..'' She cuts herself off as she hears a knock sounding through the speakers and nods her head as Brittany holds up one finger, she tilts her head as Brittany places the phone by her side still making sure she can see her and squints her eyes listening to the voice of the person that walked in.
''Yo Flash, seeing it's our rest day tomorrow, commander told us we can have the tent and watch a movie you in?''
She sees Brittany glancing at her phone and smiles slightly.
''Nah not today Jokes, I will just relax and prepare for the next mission. Can you bring Blast in?''
She flinches as a loud whistle suddenly sounds through her speakers and frowns.
''Yo Furry Fucker, come here!''
She covers her mouth to silence her laughter as a ball of fur suddenly jumps right on top of Brittany and quickly mutes her microphone laughing louder as she hears her loud grunt.
''Ow fuck, you fucker.'' Brittany grunts out. ''Some day you will be the cause of broken ribs dude.'' She grumbles pushing Blast away, she rolls her eyes as he continues licking her hand while swagging his tail and clears her throat. ''Down!'' She orders with authority in her voice.
Santana's eyebrows raise in surprise at the sudden voice change and bites her lip. ''Hot.'' She whispers softly not noticing she never muted her phone from the beginning, her eyes widen as she sees Brittany's lips pull up in a smirk and quickly checks her microphone softly cursing herself as she notices her mistake. ''Oh fuck.'' She grumbles noticing Brittany trying to keep a straight face.
''Well alright B.'' She hears the guy announce the amusement clear in his voice. ''Have fun relaxing and tell Santana I said hi.''
Her eyebrows raise in surprise as she hears her name coming out of his mouth and sucks in her lips as she sees the tip of Brittany's ears tint red.
''Oh and that if she has a hot friend or sister would be better, to think of me.'' She hears him add. ''You sure scored yourself the hottest pen pal B.''
''Get out of here before I kick your ass Sam.'' Brittany warns blushing bright red.
''She is on the phone isn't she?'' She hears Sam ask his voice wavering.
Santana bites back her laughter as she sees Brittany just throwing Sam a hard glare and covers her mouth as she hears her clear her throat again. ''Blast.'' She hears her calls out authority clear in her voice. ''Make Sam, play dead.'' She orders.
''No, no, no Blast!''
Santana's eyebrows raise in surprise as Brittany suddenly turns her phone so she can see the tent she is in and burst out laughing as she sees Blast tackling Sam down full speed, she winces as she hears the collision and wipes away her tears of laughter.
''Good boy.'' Brittany praises her voice returning back to normal but laughter clear to hear in it. ''Close the door and come cuddle.'' Santana watches on as Blast jumps up zipping up the tent with his teeth and smiles impressed.
''Damn, dog has talent.''
''He is mine, we train to give everything we can.'' She hears Brittany mutter. ''One second.'' She continues. ''If I see your ass again tonight, another attack awaits you Jokes. Watch it.'' She warns.
Santana chuckles as Brittany turns her attention fully back to her and smiles slightly as she sees Blast tucked into her side his snout pressed against Brittany's neck. ''It's surprising to see him go from badass, to cuddly.'' She smiles slightly as she hears Brittany's rich chuckle filter through the speakers and smirks. ''But same goes for you, it's amazing to see you shift between, flirty, friendly and authority in a matter of seconds.''
''I am a woman of many talents.'' Brittany smirks. ''And I recall you calling it hot?'' She teases.
''I am the hottest pen pal on the base?'' Santana fires back smirking ignoring the blush heating up her cheeks, she laughs as she sees Brittany blush again and winks. ''Right back at ya tho, I think I scored the hottest pen pal at NYU.''
''Seeing I am the only woman on this base, I can guarantee you that.'' Brittany tells her chuckling. ''That is why I have the extra privilege of having a tent to myself, everyone else bunks together.''
''You sleep alone?'' Santana asks in surprise, Brittany hums and smiles slightly.
''Yeah there are no other woman I can bunk with, but Sam crashes here whenever we experienced something that caused one of us needing the reassurance that the other is still there.'' Brittany explains with a small smile. ''Normally it's not allowed but our commander always ignores it whenever he walks out of my tent and the troop knows he is like my brother so they don't give us hell either.''
''But isn't that dangerous? Like what if there is an ambush?''
Brittany runs a hand through her hair as she lays back more comfortably and scratches behind Blasts ear as he growls out his annoyance. ''I need to move sometimes dude, get used to it.'' She tells him not noticing Santana smile adoringly, she turns back to look at the screen and sighs.
''Yeah you could call it dangerous and we were ambushed once, but I am a very light sleeper, the second someone walks around my tent I am ready to defend.'' She explains. ''After that ambush, our commander made sure my tent is between those of the boys for a bit of security and I am allowed to have Blast in here with me instead of him staying outside.''
''Is he the only dog around?'' Santana asks curiously.
''Yeah but only because none of the guys have the patience to train a dog with everything going on here, I am the only one who stands up early and goes to bed later to train him and prepare him for missions.''
''Well just seeing the way he is relaxing beside you, shows me how content he is to be near you.'' Santana mutters with a loving grin.
Brittany chuckles patting Blasts side and pulls back a bit as he licks her neck. ''Not my neck dude, that's gross.'' She grumbles, she chuckles as he nudges her shoulder with his snout hearing Santana's soft laugh and shakes her head. ''He is a big goofball and it took months to have him walk beside me without his leash, my commander was about to cancel the whole MPC off because Blast likes to goof around but the second I showed him that he can stand at attention the second I changed my voice he decided to allow me to keep him.''
''MPC?'' Santana asks in confusion.
''Multi-Purpose Canines.'' Brittany explains with a sheepish grin. ''Goofball smells danger far ahead from us and warns us, he is a member of our troop and we treat him like that too.'' She continues with a slight smile. ''Without his furry ass, I would have had much more encounters with mines.''
''But he has to warn others before you whenever you are away with a group?'' Santana asks softly, Brittany shakes her head and smiles slightly.
''No I only have that rule whenever I am out with Sam, if we are on our way with a group I taught him to come to me but slap his leash against the first best soldiers leg he encounters so he can speak out a warning through our radio system.'' She chuckles as she sees Santana wince and nods her head. ''Yeah that's a bit painful and causes a nice red mark through our pants, but it's effective.''
''I have a question.'' Santana announces slowly sitting up, Brittany raises an eyebrow and chuckles softly.
''And I probably have an answer.'' She laughs as Santana flips her off and sticks her tongue out. ''Just ask whatever you want to ask San.''
''What will happen to Blast, if you decide to take a leave or end your time at the army?'' She asks curiously.
''Well normally he would stay here and continue with the troop.'' Brittany tells her while scratching Blasts ear. ''But he is attached to my hip ever since he came here, whenever I left to go on a mission without him, he would sit in front of my tent not once moving out of that spot until I came back.'' She tells her with a small grin. ''So I am sure, that whenever I call it quits, it's over for him too.''
''Does he belong to someone aside from the army?'' Santana asks softly as she picks up on the adoration in Brittany's voice.
''No he is an assigned MPC, the day he leaves he will probably end up in a shelter.'' Brittany glances down at Blast and smiles slightly. ''Well normally they would land in a shelter, I will make sure this goof will stay by my side.''
Santana smiles lovingly and nods her head. ''That is kinda what I wanted to hear, I can see how much you love him and I was scared you couldn't keep him in the future.''
''Nah it's already cleared with my commander that his fluffy ass is mine.'' Brittany tells her with a reassuring grin. ''And even if it wasn't cleared already, I would fight to bring him home with me.'' She continues smiling. ''He came here when he was about eight months, he is three now and I definitely got attached to him even though my commander warned that it would be a bad idea.''
''Why would that be a bad idea?''
''Because getting hurt is part of our job, human or dog.'' Brittany explains with a soft sigh. ''Getting attached to someone means showing weakness the second something happens, my commander give up every convincing he tried to do after noticing that I would make sure nothing would happen to him.'' She ruffles her hand through Blasts fur. ''Or Sam.''
''I don't think I want to know more.'' Santana breaths out seeing the protectiveness in Brittany's blue orbs, she gulps thickly as Brittany just shrugs and shakes her head. ''How many times did you jump in front of them?''
Brittany chuckles and shakes her head. ''Too much to count, but all went well in the end for all of us.'' She looks into the camera and smirks. ''And they say scars are sexy, so I'm not mad.''
She laughs as Santana facepalms herself and shakes her head. ''Just joking.''
''Somehow I don't believe you.'' Santana grumbles moving on her side to lay completely down.
Brittany chuckles and moves the strap of her tank top aside showing Santana the scar on her shoulder. ''I only have three scars, this is one of them and it happened right after boot camp.'' She tells her with a small smile.
''Where are the other two?'' Santana asks softly.
''I have a bigger one on my left side, it's from a knife attack where Blast prevented the worse.'' Brittany mutters. ''And.'' She turns her head to blast as he growls once again the second she moves and pushes him softly. ''Shut up dude, go grab a treat.''
Santana smiles as she sees Blast leaving Brittany's side after barking and tilts her head as she turns back to her. ''The other one is on my abdomen, that one was quite nasty and it took months to heal afterwards.''
''Shot wound?'' Santana asks softly.
Brittany hums and moves her right shoulder where she had just shown her scar. ''Yeah just like this one, but the one in my shoulder was quite harmless and easy to remove, it only hit tissue so nothing damaged.'' She places her hand on her abdomen and sighs. ''The one right here.'' She taps it for Santana to see. ''Was a through and through, but it scraped a rib causing it to crack and a tiny piece of bone punctured my lung.''
''Holy fuck, B.'' Santana gasps out in shock.
''The meds immediately discovered it and made sure to fix it, it happened almost three years ago and I don't have any health problems because of it.'' Brittany reassures softly. ''They just didn't want to take a risk and cuffed me to the base for almost six months, Sam volunteered to stay with me so yeah it was bearable.''
Santana shakes her head and chuckles in disbelief. ''I think you are the first person I met, that talks so calmly about getting injured it's insane.''
''It's sadly a part of the job.'' Brittany explains shrugging. ''But everyone noticed a slight change in my whole being since a few months.''
''They what?'' Santana asks in confusion. ''What do you mean?''
Brittany scoots further down her bed grunting as Blast jumps on top of her and shakes her head as she hears Santana's soft sweet laugh. ''It's nice to hear you laugh about my pain.'' She mutters with a soft glare, she pushes Blast off of her as he practically lays down on her face and groans. ''Blast, spot now!'' She orders.
Santana smiles slightly as Brittany turns her phone watching as Blast takes his position at the end of her bed and raises an eyebrow noticing just where her legs end. ''Hey B?''
''Yeah?''
''How tall are you?''
''A little over 5ft8 why?''
''Damn you are huge!''
''That's what she said.''
She blushes bright red the second Brittany's teasing comment reaches her ears and groans. ''So not what I meant!'' She covers her face as Brittany just continues laughing and shakes her head. ''I am 5ft4.''
''Aw that's cute.'' Brittany coos teasingly.
''Shut up.'' Santana mutters groaning. ''Anyways, back to the subject what did you mean with change?''
Brittany quickly stops laughing and smiles slightly. ''Well ever since we started writing and I promised you to try and stay safe, I do just that.'' She confesses shyly. ''Sam was the first who noticed and started teasing me the second he found out why I try to be a bit safer.''
Santana smiles her heart jumping at the confession and clears her throat softly. ''Well I am glad you are trying to keep your promise but we both know you can't help it if you do get injured, I am also glad I am not the only one with teasing friends.''
''Well I am not someone who breaks promises so I try my best.'' Brittany mutters shrugging. ''And why do your friends tease you?''
''What was that?'' She asks in amusement as Santana grumbles softly into her pillow, Santana sighs softly turning her head to really look into the camera and gulps thickly.
''They are teasing me because I am walking around with a dopey grin whenever you text Britt.'' She whispers so softly that Brittany has to strain to hear her.
She bites her lip noticing an unfamiliar spark light up in her bright blue eyes and smiles shyly. ''Look…''
She jumps as an ear deafening alarm suddenly goes off and watches on in surprise as Brittany springs up phone still in hand.
''Fuck sorry San, something is nearing our area.'' Brittany mutters rushed as she hurriedly puts her uniform on. ''Blast, attention.'' She orders authority clear in her voice.
''No need to apologize B.'' Santana tells her quickly glancing away as she sees her strap her weapons to her body. ''Please stay safe.''
''I will, I promise. We will talk soon.'' Brittany rushes out.
Santana gulps thickly as Brittany ends the call while running out of her tent and drops on her back the worry in Brittany's voice completely throwing her off, she runs her hand down her face and groans. ''Please help her out there papi.'' She whispers softly to herself.
She glances at the time biting her lip as she sees it's two in the morning and sighs softly knowing her mami will be home soon, she slides out of her own bed walking down the hall to her mami's bedroom and opens the door.
She slides into her mami's bed a bad feeling filling her gut and nuzzles her face into her pillow tears slowly streaming down her face. ''Please be alright Britt.'' She whispers softly to herself, keeping it up like a mantra until sleeps take over.