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The next morning Brittany's alarm sounded and she got ready for work while Santana reluctantly got up and went to make a quick breakfast for both of them, she wasn't going to work but who said there wasn't going to be some robber or any other thing so she needed to eat a little, when Brittany came out of the room with only a towel covering her body Santana didn't know where to look or hide her red as a ripe tomato face.
"Forgot my clothes here" said Brittany sheepishly.
Santana nodded while opening a thankfully there newspaper that was calling her name, literally, it had veiled fairy all over the front page, and hiding her face until she heard the blonde come back when she peered from the side of it to see if she was fully clothed and folded it again when she was certain she was.
"I hope it's not another monotonous day today" vocalized Brittany between bites.
"And what would it make it more interesting?" asked Santana arching an eyebrow.
"I think less veiled fairy would be great, I mean, she's everywhere, she's not that great" answered Brittany.
"Not that great? She's the city hero" protested Santana.
"I don't know, I don't like her very much."
"Why? Did she do anything to you? Cause if she did I'll be more than happy to..." Santana trailed off amusing herself.
"She didn't do anything, it's what she reminds me of that I don't like, so the less I see of her the better."
"And what does she remind you of?" asked the brunette.
"I'm late for work" Brittany muttered getting out of the apartment without giving time for more questions.
"Okay..." said Santana to the empty kitchen.
She finished eating and waited for a vibe or a call from Chloe or Claudia, when she got none she went to her gym slash storage room and worked a bit with the punching bag that was hanging from the ceiling in a corner. After a while she decided she had worked out enough and went to take a shower, getting a vibe midshower.
"Great" she muttered washing herself faster and getting on her suit then doing the usual until she reached her destination.
A bank was being robbed and the cops still hadn't showed so she had to do all the work. She entered the place and measured the situation.
"Well guys, I know you need the money to buy your mothers gifts but it's more nice to wait in line" she spoke when she had counted the robbers, four, easy as pie.
Whispers of her name were said all over the room but one of the robbers shushed them all with a gunshot.
"Now veiled, we are going to get the money and get out of here and you're not going to stop us, that clear? That is unless you want one of your precious citizens dead" he said, so he was the boss, good.
"Well I'm afraid I can't let that happen."
"Then you're gonna have to fight us and I don't think your very armed in that tight leather" he replied.
"We'll see, let's have fun shall we?" she said "you guys know the saying 'I have razorblades hidden in my hair'? Well I started it and I'm going to proceed to show you why."
Santana then got from the back of her neck a blade in each hand and threw them at two of the man hitting them in the shoulder and in the forearm respectively.
"Aw motherfucker she has weapons, shoot her, shoot her!" one of them shouted.
Santana started to use her abilities and got out of every bullets way throwing blades to the men and making sure no one was harmed. When she ended the men were unconscious, the police had reached the scene and so had the papers and TV reporters.
Santana saw Brittany there and remembered the comment she made, 'it's what she reminds me of that I don't like', what had she meant?
"Veiled! Veiled! What happened?" multiple reporters asked Santana saw Brittany roll her eyes.
"They were a bit impatient with their money, so I had to calm them a bit" joked Santana.
They all were happy enough with that and went to other places to end their reports, all but
"You're not going to ask me anything this time, blondie?" asked Santana.
"It would make my boss happy" she answered giving hopes to the brunette "but it won't kill him if I don't."
Then Brittany turned around and called a taxi, leaving the scene and Santana behind like nothing happened.
When she got to the paper she went to see Karofsky as he had demanded.
"I'm sorry but the cops weren't very talkative, at least with me and veiled was there but I got nothing because she had to go fast" she lied.
"Well that not a big problem Brittany it's a thing that happens, don't worry about it and go back to your desk."
She went back to her desk and called Quinn.
"Hey Britt, how are you doing with Santana? Comfy in her place?" Quinn teased.
"Q, you know I'm only starting to tolerate her I don't know why you keep teasing me about it"
"Because you know you don't only tolerate her, you have gone from hating her guts and spitting her name each time you said it to 'Santana this, Santana that, oh you know that San is working on her new album?' Blah blah blah you even started to use nicknames Britt! It's something and you know it." exclaimed Quinn.
"You're annoying me so much right now, I've already had my dose of annoying from veiled fairy thank you very much" stated Brittany.
"What? Britt don't tell me you're still that way with her, you know you shouldn't feel like that about her, that happened years ago, you can't even put the blame on her she probably wasn't a heroine back then" said Quinn.
"I know okay? That doesn't stop the feeling each time I see her maybe one day it'll stop but until then..." Brittany answered.
"Whatever you say Britt... Are you gonna visit anytime soon or you are moving with Santana?" Quinn asked.
"I will go back of course, she was the one to go there and take me almost by force to her place so..." Brittany announced.
"Good, call me when that happens okay? Mercedes came for a few days and I'm letting her crash in your room until you come back, I want to have time to make her a bed on the couch and fix your room a bit."
"Kay, I'll call whenever my prison guard lets me out" Brittany joked "well be talking Q, love you!"
Brittany ended the call feeling a little better about her situation, she knew she couldn't fault
The leather clad woman for what happened to her but she reminded her of it so much... She couldn't help but be kind of wary of her even if she knew the woman was there to protect the city.
Time passed fast and when she wanted to take count of it, it was time to go back home, well, if she could call home Santana's apartment. She called a taxi, just like the brunette had told her to do and reached the place safely, greeting Will and going up alone as Santana had ordered the man not to take her anymore, seeing as it wasn't needed.
"Santana, I'm back from work!" Brittany shouted when she entered the apartment so wherever the Latina was she could hear her.
"No need for shouting Brittany, I'm here" Santana said from the couch, where she was spread on watching lazily some TV.
"Oh okay, sorry" she apologized.
"No prob" Santana chipped not taking her eyes from the TV.
"What are you watching? Is that pimp my ride?" Brittany asked.
"I'm bored and there's nothing else on" Santana explained.
"Though so... Hey, what about we continue with our songwriting?" Brittany purposed.
Santana made it look like she was thinking about it and then just got up off the couch and went into her room, coming out minutes later with her lyric book under one arm, the piano under the other and her guitar on her back in its bag.
"Okay, let's see what we have here said Brittany once they put everything on its place and she opened the book.
'…Ignorance is your new best friend
Ignorance is your new best friend'
"That's all" said Santana.
"Well ummm, I'm not the expert here but maybe you could use this part as a pre chorus and that line is pretty cool, you could use it more thru the song" said Brittany.
"That's actually a pretty good idea, well use it, we need another verse though..."
"You know, it would be awesome if you taught me how to play" Brittany said brushing her fingers thru the piano keys.
"I'd be more than willing to teach you, other day, today I'm a little spent and want to talk to you about something."
"And what is it you wanna talk to me about?" asked Brittany.
"What's with you and veiled fairy? I saw her in the news approaching you and then you going like she had kicked your puppy, did she do something? Cause if so I will have to kick some leather clad ass" said Santana.
"She didn't, I guess I will have to tell you..." Brittany sighed.
"Hey, you can tell me anything, you know that right?" Santana said brushing Brittany's arm with the back of her hand, the blonde just nodded.
"Okay here's the thing, these are my nightmares too" Santana nodded in silence "when I was little, someone came into my house, dressed in leather and wearing a ski mask, that person killed my parents and I saw it all from their closet, where I was hiding, veiled kind of reminds me of that person..." Brittany explained.
"I totally understand, but you know that she probably was too young to be there, either saving them or killing them" Santana said.
"Yeah I know, and I know my wariness is not rational but still... I don't know maybe it'll stop with time but for the time being..." the blonde trailed off.
"Well I'm really glad you told me and I'm sorry that it happened." declared Santana.
"Thank you, now you know about the nightmares too" Brittany.
"Speaking of nightmares, have you been having them lately?" asked the Latina.
"No, surprisingly you seem to keep them away" answered Brittany.
"Well I'm glad I'm good at helping you" Santana smiled sweetly "what about we go to sleep? I'm tired of doing nothing."
"Let's go, goof ball" said Brittany pushing the other girl playfully.