AN: So believe it or not, I did not totally forget about the existence of this story, I just got crazy busy with a bunch of shit you don't really care about. Then recently, I discovered some free time and went to go work on this story again, only to find that I'd written two chapters that I never uploaded. *fail* So I'll be uploading those two over the next few days, and then hopefully more new chapters will come soon.
After the party with New Directions had gone so well, Santana and Brittany had gotten a little braver. They started going on more dates in public in Lima, and even shamelessly made out in the back of a movie theater. In all, they hadn't run into any trouble, until one night in Breadstix when they were spotted by some classmates.
A couple of jocks from the McKinley Hockey team saw Brittany and Santana sitting at a table while they were waiting for their table to be ready. They'd never really talked at school, but the guys decided to come over anyways.
They didn't even bother introducing themselves before sitting down, one sliding into the booth next to Brittany, the other next to Santana.
"Good evening ladies," the one who was sitting next to Santana leered. "How are we doing tonight?" They were leaning all over the girls, either oblivious or ignoring the looks of obvious distaste being shot at them by both of the girls, whose date they had intruded on. They guys were huge and smelly and overbearing and boys. Santana had been spending so much time with Brittany, who was all lovely and lithe and delicate, that she'd almost forgotten how gross boys could be.
"We were doing a lot better before you two got here." Santana shot back at him, hoping he could hear the venom dripping from her voice. Across the table, the other guy had wrapped his arm around Brittany, who was trying to scoot as far away from him as possible.
"Oh, c'mon, we know you two," He said, bringing his mouth down to Brittany's ear he said low, but still loud enough for Santana to hear, "Always up for a good time."
Santana banged her fist down on the table hard enough to make sound that made both guys jump.
"I am always up for a good time, but I don't think any time spent with either of you would be any good." Brittany said in a mock-innocent voice. Santana could tell she was trying to diffuse the situation before Santana started threatening the guys with razor-blades.
The guy sitting next to her grabbed Brittany's arm roughly and said "Don't be such a tease. Stop acting like you don't wanna come out with us, you dumb slut."
Suddenly, the knife from her silverware was in Santana's hand, and she was practically brandishing it at the jock across from her. "You get your hand off of her right now," She spat at him. "You so much as lay a finger on my girlfriend again, and you won't have any fingers left. Same goes for you." She added, to the guy next to her.
They were up in an instant, but hadn't backed away from the table yet. Their hands were raised in surrender, as if they didn't think they'd done anything wrong.
"What are you waiting for? A formal eviction from the premises? I can call security if that's what you want." Santana was still brandishing her steak-knife wondering if Breadstix even had security. "We're not gonna change our minds, Santana Lopez and Brittany Pierce are off the market."
"Crazy bitches." She heard one of them mutter as they turned and bailed.
"Tell your friends!" Brittany called after them, cheerfully.
Santana dropped the knife onto the table with a clatter, and put her head in her hands. "Oh, don't worry, they will. They'll tell all their little friends that those two Cheerios are hooking up. The whole school will know by the time summer's over."
Brittany reached across the table for Santana's hand, "Hey, that's their problem, not ours. I'm just happy that my girlfriend stood up for me."
"I'll always protect you. You know that." Santana said softly, with a smile.
Brittany nodded, "You always have."