This chapter was kind of fun to write, it's not fluffy but that'll come later hopefully. Enjoy.
I found his body in the alley next to Romeo's Barber Shop. I honestly didn't see him at first. I was going to grab a soda to give to Brittany to keep her energy up. I stopped dead in my tracks when I saw his small dress shoes peeking out from behind the dumpster. I bolted to the body I fell to my knees when I realized who it was. Blaine.
I knew he was dead. He was facedown, and I thought that for once he wasn't menacing me with those thick eyebrows of his. I pushed his body over and when a small muffled plea came from his mouth I picked him up and lifted him onto my shoulder. He was alive, and he needed to get help.
I thought for half a second about stopping and calling the police, but then I remembered how that could end up. I continued running as fast as I could with Blaine still laying limp over my shoulder. I didn't think I could make it up the stairs but when I heard Blaine trying to speak I bolted up those steps and slammed the bottom of my shoe into Quinn's door trying to get her to open up.
"Quinn! Hurry open up!" I yelled. The door flew open and I pushed past whoever opened it and rushed Blaine over to the couch. "Do you have any towels, I need to clean off all this blood." I said as I placed Blaine down gently on the couch.
"Wh-what happened?" Rachel questioned as she looked up at me from the kitchen. Quinn was already grabbing towels and bandages while Brittany just starred blankly.
"I dunno." I responded to Rachel. "Blaine, say something kid." He finally opened his eyes and looked up at me. As I began wiping the blood from his face and head he started mumbling something. "What? What are you saying?" I asked.
"I said I'm fine." He lifted his head up and took the towel from me. He gave me a quick smile even though I could see that he was in pain. He was trying to stay strong for some stupid reason I was apparently unaware of.
"Who did this?" I asked him looking up at Quinn for back up. She put a bandage over Blaine's right eye and sat down on the edge of the couch watching him. "Britt, can you call Puck? Tell him to come over." Brittany nodded and went to her room to find her phone. Rachel walked over and began helping Blaine with his wounds even against his protesting.
"San, you don't think-."
"No, why would I?" I didn't need to hear Quinn finish her sentence to know what she was going to say. She was talking about the West End Gang. "They wouldn't dare." I said mostly trying to convince myself. I looked down at Blaine who was smiling at something Rachel had said.
"You're not going to do anything stupid are you?" Quinn said barley above a whisper. I looked down at Blaine's battered face.
"They didn't do this." I heard knocking at the door and I rushed over to answer it. Sam and Puck were standing there both with worried expressions. Puck was wearing his leather jacket and Sam had a toothpick in that big ass mouth of his.
"What's going on?" Puck said holding my face in his hands. "I thought something happened to you." Sam walked past us both and rushed over to Blaine's side along with Rachel. "Shit Tana say something."
"Blaine got jumped…he hasn't said who it was, do you think-."
"No, I mean look at Blaine. He's…he's a fag Tana-." I grabbed Puck around his shirt collar and slammed his back against Quinn's wall. I went to throw a punch but missed by an inch and crashed my fist into the wall behind him. Before I could try and knock him senseless Sam grabbed me from around the waist and lifted me up off the ground, successfully pulling me away from him.
"You wanna call somebody something? Say that shit to me, and see what the fuck happens to you Puck!" Sam finally let go of me when I calmed down, but I wasn't about to let Puck off that easily. "Dude come on, show me you're better than all those other fuck ups in this town."
"Blaine please tell us who did this to you." Rachel pleaded.
I crossed my arms over my chest and waited for him to answer. "That's it! You don't have to say it, we fucking know. It was the West End Gang, those assholes are done." I nudged Puck and eyed Quinn. It was time to go, now.
"San, we can't." Quinn said holding back.
"And who's gonna stop us? You guys know what will happen if we don't go after them." I explained to them.
"And you know what will happen when we do!" Sam snapped.
"Fuck that! I don't care if they wanted a war they've got one."
"You shouldn't be here." I told Rachel as I leaned back in the car seat. Rachel looked over at me and shook her head. "I told you to stay back with Brittany…don't you see I'm trying to protect you." Puck turned around in his seat and eyed me curiously. I had gone soft, I'd completely lost my tough exterior and it was all because of Rachel.
"What are we gonna do when we see those guys?" Sam asked.
"What do you think you idiot." I snapped at Sam for no reason. I guess it was because of Rachel. I was so angry with her for not listening to me. Who did she think she was? Coming with us like this. I caught a glimpse of movement out of the corner of my eye. I looked out the window and saw three boys wearing the West Ender's signature blue shirts.
"What is this about Santana?" Puck questioned as his grip tightened on the steering wheel.
"Blaine-." He cut me off.
"Is it really? Is this about Blaine or Marcia?" I threw the door open and rushed outside without warning. I knew that if Quinn, Sam and Puck didn't follow then I'd be screwed, but I also trusted them enough to know that they would.
"Hey!" I tackled the tallest boy to the ground. He didn't get much of a warning, and I was already throwing punches with my right hand before I was grabbed and thrown to the ground. I looked up just in time to avoid a punch and to watch Quinn elbow one of the boys across his face. Puck was pounding one of the guys faces in, and I had regained the upper hand on the tall boy. I slugged him across the face at least ten times before I saw that he wasn't fighting back anymore but I didn't stop then. I wanted these guys to pay, someone was going to pay.
"Santana…shit Tana, he's done…" Sam said grabbing my arm. As he turned around Sam was tossed to the ground by one of the West Enders. That's when I pulled my switchblade and pressed it to the boy's neck. "You pick a hell of a day to die." I told him in a menacing voice. He held his hands up in defense; he was the only one of the West Enders that was still standing. "Are you one of El Diablo's guys?" I asked. He looked to his friends for support, but one was unconscious and the other was pinned down under Puck. "Tell him to go fuck himself…make sure to give him my name." I slammed my fist into his jaw so hard that my hand felt like it was on fire. He hit the ground with a loud thud and I starred at the two guys that I'd taken out. Something felt insane about what I'd just done, but it felt good.
This wasn't about revenge, it was about honor. Lima Heights Adjacent used to be a place where we cared about things like that. The way Quinn was glaring at me made me think that maybe things had changed.
"I thought you were going to kill that boy out there." Rachel said as she wiped the blood from a scratch on my collarbone. I liked when she cared for me, just having her there made the alcohol burn less.
"And if I had?" I asked her curious as to how far I would have to go to show her that I was a monster.
"Hm." She hummed in response, like it was a real answer. "You've very strong, I've never seen a girl as physical as you." I barley had time to blush at that because I was too focused on Rachel's lips again.
"Rachel?" I said. She finished cleaning my wound and looked up at me finally.
"Yes." I pressed my lips to hers and wrapped my arms around her waist. Within seconds I was on top of her, running kisses down to her pulse point and sucking on her neck hard. She whimpered and moaned and yelped when I bit her, but I didn't stop. I didn't know how much I wanted to feel her toned abs or her firm ass until now. I wanted to take off every last layer of clothing on her body. I wanted to bit down harder on her neck, I needed to hear her scream again. I was feeling so possessive, like I wanted to own Rachel. I pulled back and glanced down at Rachel's pink and purple bruises on her neck that were the result of me. I felt disgusted with myself for doing that to her. I was even more worried when I realized that she just let me.