Out in the desert
Out in the sky
On top of the mountain
Where eagles fly
Lies my mind
Venturing to a place
Is it safe?
No but we still go
Tap into caverns
Stalactites made from tears
Empty nights filled with sorrow
Hot heads with frozen hearts
We've reached a plateau
Where do we go
Down
Down is the safe place
Tunneling through worm holes
Now the mind knows not to feel
For the holes hold secrets
Secrets the mind has yet to discover
We find there truth
And no one likes that do they?
Truth hurts
And that's not allowed in this century
Drugs feel good
Lets join the war
Smoke joints in front of pigs
Lets trip in the white house
In this state, the mind
Well the mind isn't there
It doesn't want to be
Just in the case of being enhanced
Now the mind would like a death dance
Ingest powder
Suck on tabs
Blow the molly
As long as it feels good
Take too many pills
Cuz u just might die
Then we cry
The drugs are gone
And we are left alone
Staring at the baby blue walls
Wanting to go back to a time
Any time
Where things made sense
Cold things felt cold
And love was warm
This is the mind though
It will come back
One day
Brittany walks into the lab where Santana is in the green room taking care of her babies. She knocks on the door frame to get her girlfriend's attention. Santana turns around with a bud in her hand smiling.
"Hey Sweets. What's up?"
Brittany smiles at how cute she is with dirt smeared on her forehead. She licks her thumb and wipes it off of San's face.
"Can you teach me how to fight?"
Santana looks up at her a little confused at the randomness of the request.
"I just…I wanna learn how to fight."
A smile creeps across Santana's features and she takes Brittany by the hand and leads her up to the work out room.
"Ok so, sit down on this stool and I'll wrap your hands."
Brittany does as she's told and sits down. Santana skillfully wraps the white tape around her wrists, her hands, and then between her fingers. She taps Brittany on the thigh when she's done and stands up.
"Do you want full boxing gloves or the kind that lets your fingers show?"
"I'll take the full ones, I wanna feel legit."
Santana chuckles, "Alright Rocky."
The Latina motions to the punching bag and Brittany follows her. She stands behind the bag and holds it still.
"Now bring your left hand up to block your face and jab with the right."
Brittany does as she's told and it's surprisingly hard. This catches San off guard and she grunts when the bag hits her stomach. Brittany shoots her an "I'm sorry" glance.
They go at the bag for a while, Santana showing her how to throw a myriad of different punches. She then goes to the closet and pulls out sparring pads and fastens them to her wrists.
"Ok babe now I'm gonna move these to different places each time you punch so follow them with your eyes and hit as fast as possible."
Brittany spars with Santana and the brunette is impressed by how quick she learns. Her punches are also hard as hell and she's quick to strike. Brittany gets bored after a while and wants to actually box.
"Put some gloves on San I wanna test out my skills."
San shakes her head "Nuh uh. I don't want to accidently break your nose or something."
Brittany pouts and it's so not fair because she knows she can get anything from San with that damn look.
"Come on I just wanna try."
"Fine."
Santana straps on the boxing gloves and squares up to Brittany. She throws a couple punches which the blonde gracefully dodges. Santana has never noticed the height difference more than she has now, especially with Britt's long ass arms swinging at her before she can even get close enough to make contact.
San makes a huge mistake when she goes to throw a right hook and Brittany not only dodges it but sends an uppercut right into Santana's chin.
"Mmmph."
Santana falls to the ground getting knocked out for a few seconds before she realizes what just happened. She looks around and sees her girlfriend standing with a gloved hand over her mouth trying to stifle a giggle.
"Sorry San. I guess I'm a natural."
They both burst into a fit of laughter at the irony of the situation. San didn't want to hurt her but instead ended up being the one knocked on her ass. Brittany helps her up off the floor and kisses her on her jaw where the punched the brunette.
"Come on Rocky, let's go check on Santi."
Brittany throws some air punches at San and laughs.
"You scared I'm gonna knock you out again Lopez?"
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The girls walk into Santos' room and find it empty. They decide that before searching downstairs they might as well do a line while they're up there. The laughter that still lingers from Britt's knock out is abruptly stopped when they take in the scene in Santana's room. Santos is currently sitting on the floor next to the bed continuingly typing in codes on the safe trying to get it open.
"How's that workin' out for you Ti?" Santana says with her arms across her chest.
Santos turns around in shock and drops the safe onto the floor. He bows his head in embarrassment. He can't believe he's succumbed to trying to steal from his sister.
"I-I don't know what came over me." He shakes his head. "I just- it's like my body took over my brain and led me here. I'm so sorry Tana."
Santana shakes her head. Honestly she expected this to happen. Heroin is like no other drug she's ever done. She's seen it completely unearth any darkness a person might have and use it to completely take them over. It's like a monster gets implanted in your body the very first time a person does dope and that monster leads you to do things you never thought morally possible.
"It's ok Ti. I've been there."
Santos looks really pale all of a sudden and thanks to Brittany's quick reflexes she grabs the trashcan just in time for Santos to vomit into it.
She rubs his back trying to comfort him. "Shh let it all out, it's ok."
Santana's phone starts to ring and she notices Ty is calling. After a short conversation she hangs up the phone.
"Who was that babe?"
"It was Ty, he needs more shit but he can wait til later I wanna look out for the Hamburglar over there." She points to her brother.
"No, go, I'll take care of him San."
"Are you sure?"
Brittany stands up and kisses the Latina
"Yes, now go, and tell Ty I said hi."
The brunette turns to leave and as she does Brittany playfully slaps her ass and winks at her.
"Is this girl really toppin' me?" She mumbles to herself as she walks away.
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Santana pulls up on Ty's corner and smiles as the big man slumps into her car. He looks at her with a smile but then it drops when he notices her split lip and bruises on her face.
"What happened to your face Ma? That shit wasn't there when I saw you the other day."
Santana decides not to tell him about the brutal sex her and Brittany had and just chalk it up to her getting knocked out earlier.
She laughs "It's a funny story actually. Britt wanted to learn how to fight so I sparred with her and then she wanted to box. I told her no at first cuz I didn't want to hurt her. But get this, she ended up knockin' me the fuck out!"
The both start laughing hysterically. Ty can't believe his baby B knocked out badass Santana Lopez.
"Ahhh! That's hilarious. I never thought B would be the one to finally knock your ass out."
"I know right. That girl got a mean uppercut."
Santana pulls into an alley and gets out of the car to retrieve the kilo for Ty. Biggie was right, never sell from your house or it will turn into the crack spot, and said spot will be the fuck raided.
"So I figured I'm gonna stick around and cook for a year to save money for Cali."
She looks around to make sure the coast is clear.
"And when I leave I wanna sell you the house with the lab and everything in it."
Ty's shocked. What the hell did he do to deserve such a great friend?
"Lopez you don't need to do that. I don't know what I did to get on your good side but I'm glad I am."
"That's exactly it Ty. You're one of the few purely good guys in this shit ass city. And you deserve to be more than just another dude on the corner yellin' at white girls to buy dope."
Ty's a big strong mixed guy but he actually feels tears well up in his eyes when he thinks about all the extra time he can spend with his son. He feels those tears drop when he hugs Santana and thanks her for everything.
He pulls away and wipes his tears fast as to not feel like a big pussy.
"My sister, she lives in Cali, I can hook you up with her and see if she can find all your crazy asses a place to live for cheap."
Santana smiles at him and pats his back before she gets back into the car. As she's pulling away she yells back at him.
"I won't tell anyone that these wet spots on my shirt are from big bad Ty Richards!"
"Fuck you Lopez!"
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Santos and Brittany are having a catch in the backyard basking in the afternoon sun. She told him moving would take his mind off the pain and the sun feels good on the muscles. She was right Santos feels so much better.
"So you love her right?" Santos asks.
Britt smiles grandly "More than anything in the world."
Brittany throws the balls back to Santos.
"You better not hurt her. She's had enough of that shit in her life."
He throws the ball back.
"I would never hurt her. She's like the rainbow in my sky after a decade long storm. She's my everything and I'm never letting her go."
Quinn comes into the backyard with a baseball glove from the garage and motions Santos to throw her the ball.
"Where's San at?"
She throws a grounder for Santos to scoop up.
"She went to drop off more shit for Ty." Brittany says.
They participate in the three way catch for a while in silence until Quinn speaks up again.
"B how are you doing?"
"I'm fine." She deflects and tosses the ball.
"Now how about you tell me the truth?"
Brittany huffs and catches the ball Santos throws at her.
"It's just bringing up a lot of feelings from my past."
Santana stands in the doorway with a smile watching all the people she loves having a catch in the backyard. Santos sees her and decides to fuck with his sister. He throws the ball so it bangs against the frame of the door and Santana jumps into the air in shock.
They all turn around to see her holding her chest in shock and burst into a fit of laughter and pointing. Santana grabs the ball and throws it at her brother.
"Fuck you guys." She tries to be menacing but she's smiling.
Brittany catches the ball before she speaks.
"She's still rattled from when I knocked her out earlier."
Santana huffs. "That's just cuz I can't release the rage on people I love."
Quinn scoffs at that. "Oh no, I've felt the rage."
"That's just cuz you're a bitch Q."
"Nope, I just have the lady balls to call you on your bullshit." She places her hand on her hip. "Now if you can, throw the ball back, you tainted our lovely time."
Santana's evil smirk takes over her face and she pegs the ball at Quinn's thigh. Quinn picks the ball up and chucks it back but misses and hits an unsuspecting Puck in the face while he stands in the doorway.
He curses holding his eye. "Mother fucker!"
They all laugh at him and collectively decide family catch time is over when someone tries to catch the ball with their face.
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Santana decides to make dinner for everyone since they all seem to be at her house for some damn reason. She chooses to cook her brother's favorite, pork chops and mashed potatoes.
Britt sits at the table cutting lines out for them while she watches her girlfriend cook. She's kind of turned on watching her bread the pork chops and she has no idea why, but she doesn't fight it.
"You're a really good cook Tana."
The Latina turns around and brushes her hands off on a dish towel.
"I've been cooking for Santos basically all his life. I guess it kinda rubbed off after doing it for so long." She shrugs and bends over to snort a line off the table.
She turns around and stirs the pot of boiling potatoes.
"You'd make a great Mom someday." Britt muses.
This catches Santana off guard and her hand slips on the spoon and grazes the side of the hot pot.
She brings her hand to her mouth to blow on it while cursing
"Holy fuck!"
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Santana and Brittany sit at one side of the table while Puck and Quinn sit at the other with Santos at the head. They're all shoveling food into their mouths like it's the last supper.
San rubs her brothers arm. "How you feelin' Ti?"
"I feel so much better. B was right the sun did help." He looks down and his smile suddenly fades. "Sorry about earlier though, I don't know what came over me."
"It's cool, we've all been there." She shrugs. "If I were you I would've took a chainsaw to that shit."
Santos chuckles, "Do we have one?" He jokes.
They all eat in silence for a while before Puck speaks up.
"San this is really good how come you never cooked like this when it was just us?"
"Because I don't like you." She says without skipping a beat.
Brittany looks across the table to Q and sees her eyes glistening with unshed tears.
"Q are you crying?"
Quinn quickly wipes at her eyes.
"No…um hot food makes my eyes water."
Santos scoffs "No Q, you're totally crying." He looks behind him mocking her. "Is there a Nicholas Sparks movie playing somewhere behind me?"
"No I think A Walk to Remember is on constant repeat in her head." Santana plays along.
Brittany looks at her with general concern.
"Aww is it the part where the girl dies?"
Quinn slams her silverware onto the table. "Ughh. I'm just happy we're all back together ok?" She folds her arms across her chest. "Can't have no type of emotions around you Lopez fuckers."
Brittany reaches across the table and takes Quinn's hand.
"It's ok Q, I'm not a sexy robot like Tana."
The whole table looks at her confused
"I don't know whether to be flattered or offended." Santana creases her eyebrows in thought.
"Nope." Santos laughs. "Robots don't write poetry."
Santana chokes on the food she just tried to swallow and Brittany beats on her back to help her out.
"Man the only way you could get any gayer is if you wrote them on flannel shirts." Puck teases.
"Shut up and pass the fuckin potatoes."
Quinn laughs at the scene before her. "Ahh don't you just love a good 'ol happy family dinner?"
Santana and Santos both turn to her and at the same time and yell.
"Shut up Q!"
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Santana watches from the doorway of her brother's room as he oils his new baseball glove. When he's done he puts a baseball inside of it and wraps rubber bands around the whole mitt to keep it in place before he secures the whole thing under his mattress.
"Good thing I have a butch side and can teach you manly things like breaking in a new glove huh?"
Santos looks up at his sister with a smile.
"Yea, you've taught me how to be a man more than any douche bag in my life."
"Even Puck?"
Santos shakes his head. "Well he's not a douche but he can't even sink a three pointer."
Santana laughs and makes a motion with her arms like she's shooting a basketball into a hoop.
"Nothin' but net."
"Ok you just lost several cool points." He looks around pretending to find a pen and paper. "Lemme write that down."
She walks over and sits down on the bed.
"Ha ha, very funny. But I wanted to talk to you about school."
"What about it?"
"Well I called and they said you could go back next week if I revoke your drop out status, and you could start spring practice with the team." She looks away. "That is, if that's what you wanna do."
Santos ponders this for a second. "What do you mean if that's what I wanna do?"
"If you want I could help you study for your GED, I mean I passed it can't be that hard. Or you can go back to school, it's your choice Ti."
Santos thinks about this for a minute looking all around his room that he missed so damn much.
"I think I'll go back, maybe try to be a kid for a while."
Santana gets up and turns around before leaving.
"I'll let the school know. Oh and they said if you took summer classes you won't have to repeat sophomore year."
"Aren't we leaving soon? Like will we even be here for the summer?"
"Yea kid, I'm gonna cook for a year to save money. You go plenty of time."
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"Shh Puck everyone's gonna hear you."
"It's not my fault you suck dick like a Dyson vacuum, and you also never lose suction."
She pinches him in the thigh and laughs.
"Shut up and fuck me."
"Don't gotta tell me twice Q."
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Santana walks into her room and there are candles lit everywhere. Like literally on every fucking surface and Brittany is sitting in the middle of the floor.
"You havin' a séance babe?"
Britt looks up at her confused. "I didn't say anything."
Santana chuckles and sits on the ground to pull the safe from under her bed. She grabs two bags out of it and puts it back.
"Santi is so dumb, the code is his fuckin birthday." She laughs.
"I think you caught him before he got that far." Britt chuckles thinking of his face when he got caught.
They both convene at the end table and split the two bags Santana has laid out. After they've snorted all the dope they both light a cig and sit on the bed. San pulls the safe back out and rolls a blunt for the both of them. They smoke it for a while before Brittany breaks the silence.
"Lay down on your stomach, I set the mood for a relaxing massage for my baby."
San quirks and eyebrow at her.
"Oh really?" She says in a low sexy voice. "Shouldn't I be giving you a massage?"
Brittany shakes her head. "Nope. I just wanna show you how much I appreciate you. Plus I did knock you the fuck out earlier."
Santana laughs and assumes the position on her stomach after pulling her shirt and bra off. Brittany kneads all of the knots in her girlfriends back. She places random kisses on her shoulders to help the other girl relax. Then she gets an idea and decides to speak up.
"Can you maybe read one of your poems to me sometime?"
Santana stiffens and groans. "Ughh I'm gonna hurt Santi."
"I think it's incredibly sexy."
Upon hearing this Santana rolls onto her back while still keep Brittany on top of her. "Oh yeah?"
Brittany stares at her girlfriend's now exposed breasts and smirks.
"Mhmm. You know what else I think is sexy?"
Santana sees the dark lust swirling in Brittany's eyes and decides to play along. "What's that babe?"
"You."
Brittany says no more and leans down to place a slow kiss on her girlfriend's lips that conveys everything she feels for her. She places one of her legs between the latina's thighs and starts to grind into her as they kiss.
Santana moans into her mouth and grabs her ass to help her grind into her harder. Brittany feels herself getting wet as she rocks onto San's thigh faster and faster. They're both breathing heavy by now and emitting a thin sheen of sweat onto their skin. Brittany pulls back and looks into San's eyes.
"I know I'm still sensitive but maybe you could just go down on me or something." She looks away shyly.
Without a word Santana flips them over so Britt is now on her back. She unbuttons the blonde's jeans while Brittany works on her own shirt and bra. Finally free of both of their clothes they lay naked as Santana trails kisses all over Britt's body. She sucks hard on the other girl's nipple and bites it a little bit like how she knows Britt likes it.
The blonde is getting increasingly frustrated and bucks her hips into San trying to send her a message that she's about to die if she doesn't get off soon. Santana hears the message loud and clear and kisses her way down to her girlfriend's waiting and wet pussy.
She kisses around where she's needed most, teasing the girl a little more, purely for fun. Brittany grunts and grabs at her hair and she finally dips her tongues into her. She licks from the bottom all the way to the top where she attacks her clit.
"Fuck." Brittany moans and creates a rhythm to match the strokes of her girlfriend's tongue. San takes her clit into her mouth and sucks hard while using her fingers to hold her open for easier access. She then wraps her arms under Brittany's thighs and rests her hands on her hips to keep her still.
Santana goes to town licking and sucking like a trained pussy eating pro. She hums in approval at the taste of her girlfriend which causes a shiver to run up the other girls body. Britt's moans get louder and louder and her breathing is ragged and choppy. San knows she's close so she goes back to her clit and sucks on it hard.
"Fuck baby, ughh, I'm so close." She grips San's hair hard and this just spurs her to lick and suck faster than before. Brittany starts to stiffen up and moan at the top of her lungs.
"Ugh, yes, ugh, Santanaaa." She cries out as she cums into the brunette's mouth. Santana licks up all her juices like it's water in a desert. She then crawls up and on top of Brittany and kisses her while the taste of the blonde still coats her lips.
Santana lays on her chest for a while as Brittany comes down from her orgasm. Brittany's hand reaches down to play with Santana but the Latina grabs it and kisses it instead.
"I just wanted to show you how much I appreciate you." Santana whispers as she snuggles onto Britt's shoulder. They lay there for a bit, just reveling in the feeling of skin to skin contact. Both of them eventually fall asleep in each other's arms sporting equally huge, and equally dorky, smiles.