Ok, here we go! Last chapter! This chapter contains violence and foul language, if you´re not up for pain and more don´t read it. You have been warned!

Santana was scared. She entered her car accompanied by Antonio´s personal bodyguards. She decided to check the salon first. The guns strapped to both her legs felt heavy. She knew what she had to do when she sees Puckerman. Her hand traced the contours of the Glock.

One of the bodyguards broke the door of the salon open, the other one securing him. "Safe" the first says and storms in the other one following behind. Santana just walks in, hating that she already knows Brittany won´t be here.

She grabbed one of the chairs standing left from the door and threw it into the room. Santana thought, she could hurt Puckerman too, although it was just destroying the ambiance of a beauty salon. She grabbed another chair and also threw it, she looked at the two guys "how about some help? It´s not my fault his family has no taste." Both of the burly men began to threw closets over and tearing down anything they could reach.

After another five minutes they left the salon. The taller man set on of the curtains on fire, it made a small smile appear on Santana´s lips. Still, there was this agonizing pain of not knowing how Brittany is doing at the moment.

She walked faster towards the car and looked down onto the map "I don´t know where to go. There are three more... Fuck! Where do we go now?"

The man next to her pointed onto the factory "I think this is our best shot. It´s outside town, it can hold enough people and there are enough ways to run." His voice was deep and steady.

"OK" she stepped on the pedal and drove west. Santana hoped she would find her soon. When her phone rang, she knew it was her father and ignored it. There was no way her would talk her out of this.

Brittany became so important to Santana in such a short amount of time. The Latina never thought she could love someone so much. Brittany, a slave, captured her heart within a few weeks and turned her world upside down.

She didn´t even notice they had arrived. There were several cars park around the factory "I think you got it right, Sean" she said and shut the car off "so, let´s kill everybody but Puckerman. I want to hurt him and kill him slowly. Whoever, finds Brittany first secures her. I want to know her safe, understood?"

"Yes" both men said and she heard their guns clicked.

They walked around the area and made sure it was secure. When they entered the building they heard people talking. Santana and the two men listened carefully and waited just until they were close enough.

Sean and the other, who turned out to be named Marcel, grabbed them and suffocated them until they were passed out. Santana had no interest in Puckerman´s lap dogs, she wanted him.

Santana waited until the boys were tied up and walked further into the building, she was eager to get this over with as fast as possible. The first two doors they opened turned out to be empty. Nobody else seemed to be on the look-out.

It didn´t wonder Santana, when she came to the main hall and heard Puck laughing loudly "blonde, do you really think your bitch is coming? I mean, come on, she is way too girly to get her hands dirty. Papa Lopez probably sent some of his men, while she is getting her nails done or taking a sap day." Then he kicked her.

Santana heard a painful wince and clasped her hand, which was not holding the gun, in front of her mouth to stop her scream from escaping. Hearing Puckerman underestimating her, satisfied her. He will know what revenge is, once she´s got him lying on the floor begging for his life. But right now, she had to calm herself.

Hearing Brittany cry out in pain, made her whole body go into auto-pilot. She took both of her guns and started walking "kill everyone but Puckerman" she hissed towards the men behind her.

When Brittany heard gun shots being fired she tried to duck down as far as she could. She was too afraid at first to look who started the fire, but she felt that it must have been Santana. And she was proven right.

Carrying two guns in her hands she walked into the production room, followed by two burly men, firing every single bullet she had at the men standing there.

The blonde saw that Puckerman hid behind a container charging his gun, he was looking at Brittany and now panic rose. "Santana!" she screamed "he is charging his gun!".

One of the men ran over and positioned himself in front of Brittany. She couldn´t see Puck anymore but Santana. The Latina´s eyes were scrunched together, aiming at one last man standing.

Then there was silence, no gun was fired, Santana recharged her gun and for the first time her and Brittany´s eyes connected. It eased her pain for a second.

"Fuckerman! Come on out" she said, her voice echoing through the factory "don´t be a pussy. Fuckerman, come on!" Her breathing was heavy and another short glance over to Brittany, whom she noticed now was naked from the waist down, and then she looked around again.

There was a single gunshot and Santana heard Sean scream for a second, dropping his gun and holding his shoulder. The muscular man, still big enough to have Brittany secure behind him grabbed his gun off the floor and fired towards where Santana supposed Puck.

And she was right, another scream, another gun dropping and Marcel running, tackling Puck from behind "I got him Ms. Lopez" he said loud.

Santana walked behind the metal container and saw Puck, his face corrupted by pain, lying on the floor, Marcel on top of him.

"So, so, so Fuckerman. Now that I got you, how about we tie you up and have some fun with you?" she asked and Marcel helped her securing his arms over a pipe. Puck´s body was almost hanging not from his wrists, his feet barely touched the ground.

When she was about to turn around and walk towards Brittany the door flew open and Antonio entered with at least fifteen men "Santana, get the fuck out of here with Brittany, I´ll take care of the rest" he said. Santana nodded, untied Brittany and helped her put her pants on.

"Everything will be alright, babe" she whispered and kissed Brittany "everything will be fine" another kiss.

Santana walked over to Puckerman once again and aimed her gun onto his crotch, her teeth were crushing, because she pressed them so close together in anger "you have no idea how much pleasure it would give me to shoot your balls and dick off you right now" but instead she kicked him with everything she got, making him cry out in pain.

Then she turned around and grabbed Brittany around her slim waist and supported her walking. When they two almost reached the door, Puckerman spoke loudly "Lopez, you wanna know how Juan died?"

She instantly stopped walking and turned around. She couldn´t believe it, how could he know anything about it? Every time she asked if he heard something while being out on the streets he said no. But then it dawned her, he was always a lying bastard. How could she ever say that he was a good guy or anything like that?

The Latina was disappointed in her lack of judgement. She walked fast, pulled her gun again and held it to his temple.

"What do you know about that Puck" she was breathing hard, sweat formed on her forehead "tell me!" she screamed at him.

Puck didn´t seem impressed being surrounded by twenty-some men and an angry Latina. He chuckled and winked at her.

"Your brother was a proud asshole, just like you" that´s when she hit him with the shaft of the gun just below his left eye. "He wanted more, he knew something was up with the shipping's and he had to sniff around."

Antonio moved closer to him "you better hurry up talking or you are going to lose a leg. Would a missing limb make you talk faster?" His teeth were gritted just like Santana.

"Woah, chill" he started "how about we make a deal? I´ll tell you who killed Juan and you let me walk or rather limp outta here, since Sean shot me?" He looked at Antonio then Santana "Whatcha saying?"

"You won´t walk out of here alive Fuckerman" Santana spat and hit him again, busting his lip "so how about you start talking now and we are keeping the torture to a minimum?"

Puck knew that he needed an escape plan, there was no way, he would walk out of there alive like Santana said by just talking to them and telling them what happen five years ago. He was hoping the some of his men were still alive, but he wasn´t too sure about that.

"Ok, ok. Juan dropped in, when Jake shortened the coke shipping to sell some on the side" he said.

Antonio halted him "Jake, as in Jake your half-brother?"

Puck nodded. He hoped that would ease them at least a little bit. However, he didn´t calculate Santana being very observing over all those years.

"Puckerman, you and Jake always worked together. Which means, if he shortened the coke then so did you. So you just confessed killing my brother!" she yelled now "you stupid fucking shit" she shot his other leg "you have been by my side for the last five fucking years, listening to me crying and almost break because of Juan´s death and you have been his murderer" another shot and Puck wheezed in pain by now, he was sweating and his face turned paler by the second.

"You attended to his funeral and said you revenge whoever did this! You deserve to die! You fucking bastard" she pointed her gun towards his forehead but her father stopped her.

"Santana, let me. He killed my son, my boy, my heir. I will take care of him. You go home" his eyes begged her, so was his tone. There was no authority. Right now, Antonio Lopez was a father and not the boss of the cartel.

His daughter nodded and turned around, not sparing on more glance back at Puck. She was in tears when she arrived by the door where Brittany stood. Now it was the blonde holding a sobbing brunette.

Santana didn´t hear a gunshot, she just noticed four men rushing past them and returning with gas canisters. She didn´t say anything. Outside she walked to her car and just sat in the driver´s seat. Brittany entered the passenger´s seat without saying a word.

After ten minutes of silence, Santana looked up, it was the moment her father and all of his mean walked out emptying the last gas on the ground. Antonio was lightning himself a cigar and drop the match on the ground.

A flame arose and began running into the building. Santana wasn´t sure if her father shot Puck or let him die in the fire. She watched until dark black smoke made its way into the night sky.

"I think we should get home" she heard the blonde say "just in case somebody sees the fire" she took Santana´s hand and laced their fingers together.

With a simple "yes" Santana started the car and drove home.

There was no talking the whole ride, just when the Latina stopped the car in their driveway she looked to Brittany "if you want to talk about this... I am here" it was barely a whisper but the blonde understood. She leaned over and placed a kiss right on Santana´s lips "tonight I just want to hold you and we will go from there."

"Ok" Santana answered, then it hit her again "we have a doctor´s appointment tomorrow", her eyes went wide "do you think all this stress caused too much harm?"

The blonde had the same fear as soon as she saw Santana enter the factory before "I don´t know, but we will know tomorrow, ok? Can we wait until then?"

Santana felt insecure, she felt broken. Although Brittany went through a kidnapping and being held hostage she was still making sure that Santana felt safe. The Latina nodded and entered the house with the blonde. They walked straight into their bedroom and then their bathroom to take a shower and wash everything off.

Brittany didn´t notice Santana eying her, counting the bruises she´s got. All the blonde felt was pain, everywhere in her body, her muscles ached, her skin felt sore and the worst part, her dick felt like it would fall off any second. Puck kicked her at least ten times, calling her ´freak´ or ´abomination´. She was afraid of taking a simple piss.

"Britt" she heard Santana´s soft voice "are you alright?"

The blonde just nodded, not looking at Santana. She couldn´t make her worry even more "not tonight babe, I´m fine. Just some bruises."

They finished in silence.

Santana already went ahead and got to bed. Brittany stood in front of the toilet and gently held her penis and supported herself on the wall with the other "come one, it´s just a piss" she tried to encourage herself.

But she was right, it hurt like hell. It felt like pissing glass and her body turned hot and cold within seconds. She needed to talk to Dr. Holliday tomorrow. After what felt like an hour she crawled in next to Santana, who was already fast asleep. The blonde carefully spooned Santana and fell asleep without too much discomfort.

Brittany woke up feeling sore and in pain. She opened her eyes and saw her penis standing at full mast. She groaned because it hurt like shit, not like it usually did since that was a pleasant pain. Santana was lying on her side, facing the other way. Carefully, Brittany tried to get out of bed without waking the Latina.

Entering the bathroom, she decided on taking a hot shower hoping it would relax her muscles. And it did to some extend.

Santana was sitting on the bed, facing the bathroom door when Brittany came out "hey" was all she said and walked over to the Latina.

"Good morning. How are you feeling?" Santana asked her and saw some bruises which weren´t covered by the towel.

"Better. Just very sore and I think the doctor should have a look at my penis, because it hurts and not in a good way" she added with a smirk.

Santana smiled in return. It eased them for the moment, they both knew they had a long day ahead of them.

"Ok, I´ll get ready real quick" Santana replied and after a kiss she went to fix herself up. She returned in sweatpants and an overly large t-shirt. Brittany noticed that she was crying and ran over to her, ignoring the pain.

"San, what´s wrong?" she wrapped her arms around the smaller woman and kissed her forehead.

"I got my period" she sobbed. Brittany´s eyes went wide and she tried to look into Santana´s eyes.

"Hey. Hey, look at me" she almost begged "it´s alright. Maybe it´s for the best right now. I mean we didn´t plan it and now we have a change to do it." The blonde herself was disappointed and wanted to cry, but right now she needed to be strong. Brittany wasn´t aware that Santana wanted a child so badly. Especially after everything that has happened between them.

Maybe it was for the best she thought at the moment, however, Santana was still crying. With her thumbs Brittany tried to rid Santana´s face of the tears and began kissing her softly, whispering ´I love you´ and ´everything will be alright´ in-between.

It took a while until Santana sniffed and said that she had calmed down. Brittany asked her if she wanted to have breakfast in bed. Santana agreed.

The blonde went into the kitchen seeing Quinn next to Rachel, Mike, Kurt and Santana´s parents sitting around the kitchen island. Without even saying hello, she just said "Santana needs some alone time right now, I´ll have breakfast in bed with her if that´s alright. We can talk tomorrow."

A row a ´ok´ and ´sure´ was muttered and everybody pretended to eat their breakfast.

Going back upstairs, Santana was snuggled into bed and focused on the TV. The news were on:
"Last night the fire department had to fight a fire outside of town, the old yarn factory burned down without any noticeable reason. However, Sheriff Augusto said that there will be an investigation. Now back to the studio..."

Santana turned the volume down and smiled at Brittany "see" she pointed towards the TV "I´ll have work again. Yeah me" she faux cheered.

Brittany sat down next to her and placed the tray in front of them "ok, but now we are going to have breakfast and see the doctor. Maybe I should mention that everybody is downstairs and expects something or whatnot" Santana´s eyes grew big "don´t worry" Brittany interfered "I told them we want to be alone today."

Until it was time to leave for their doctors appointment, which they would only use on Brittany right now, they spent the morning in bed, watching a movie and reassured themselves with kisses that everything is going to be ok.

This story will have a short epilogue coming up instead of a sequel. I´d rather write a new story and start from scratch.