Hello Reader,

I do not have Military experience and I am trying to be true to Military life, if I get any of it wrong I apologize and I'll try to do better. Don't know much about city living considering I live in a tiny southwestern town so if I get that wrong I apologize as well. The next couple of chapters will be letters between the girls. As always thank you for reading and if you feel like it please review.

Enjoy.

-Mouser

Chapter 2

Santana Lopez sat in her tent after a 15 hour patrol too high from the adrenaline coursing through her body to get any proper sleep at the moment. She knew at some point she would have to, after all it was in her best interest and that of her fellow soldiers to be sharp come morning. But still her desire for sleep was being outweighed by the restlessness that she felt.

When she arrived to Afghanistan she got transferred to a new company - one Fox Alpha, and all that kept going through head was that stupid song "What does the fox say?" But she adjusted and liked the men on her team. She was now under the command of one William Schuester. Who when she saw him all she could think about was a former coach calling the man's hairstyle a "Brillo Pad." One would think that the Marines would have shaved him an inch to his scalp, but it could be that he was also here for what he said was his tenth month and fourth deployment so she wouldn't fault the guy for his hair at least not to his face anyhow. But still he seemed like a pretty cool guy and he had his shit together which put some ease into Santana's mind about the mission.

As she sat on her tiny cot she removed a pen and pad from her things along with a picture of her and Quinn. This photo had been everywhere with her and when it was not currently in her hand it was in her pocket above her heart. Sappy she knew but still a photograph of Quinn was all that she would have for at least a year so she held on to it tightly. Deciding that what she needed was to put some of feelings down on paper she began to write. Santana was never one for expressing her emotions freely to other people but to Quinn or about Quinn it came easy. Plus she promised her girlfriend that she would write as often as she could. There was nothing she wouldn't do for Quinn Fabray. Funny that after all these years how true that statement really was, guess that's what love did to you - turn a total badass into a lovable sap.

After what seemed like an hour she had finished her letter, sealed it and placed it on the table for tomorrows outgoing mail, hoping that it wouldn't take too long to reach Quinn.

"Lopez?"

"Sir yes Sir?" Santana responded as she jumped off her cot and exited her tent.

"Nice response time, and I appreciate that but I also know how precious sleep is. So get some."

"Sir yes Sir," with that Santana returned to her tent, placed her picture of Quinn and her in her pocket and closed her eyes as she tried to ignore the heat of the desert and the sounds of bullets in the distance.