Not much progress plot wise in this chapter but I think you'll like the brittana interaction

Chapter 18

Santana couldn't believe they were on planet earth. She had never seen an establishment like the one Quinn had directed her to. The place was in the middle of nowhere and looked like an alien spaceship had nearly buried its entire self into the core of the earth.

"This is supposed to be conspicuous? It's like a billionaires pad in the center of nothing. How has nobody discovered this yet?"

"Let's just say, this is the east coasts Area 51." Quinn flicked on her high powered flashlight and led the way to the opening. Santana, Brittany, and Puck followed, Sugar refused to get out of the car.

"So this is the alien project!" Brittany remembered that Quinn had once mentioned something about a holding place or refuge for agents.

"You mean you've got real aliens in there?"

"No, Puck. It's the name of the project."

The inside felt cold and empty although it was fully furnished. Santana could have sworn she had stepped into the pentagon or something. Everything was brand new. Nobody had sat in the lounge before, the flat screens had never been turned on, and the reception desk had not witnessed one business transaction.

Santana was busy exploring with Brittany by her side when the power came on. Quinn and Puck emerged from one of the rooms.

"Well girls, this will be home sweet home for now until we figure out how to dispose of your real selves. Feel free to test and use everything, it'll be good to know how functional the building is."

"Automatic coffee machine, sweet!"

"I need a cup before we leave," Puck placed a paper cup under the machine and pressed cappuccino.

"Where are you guys going?" Brittany asked having expected everybody to crash in this wonderfully strange place for the night.

"We have to take Sugar back."

"No," Santana said too quickly. "I mean, we didn't even talk about it."

"There's nothing to talk about Santana, its Sugar's choice. She feels that Rory will expose her if she doesn't go back to him."

"So we're going to let him have her, just like that?"

"We don't have a choice," Puck sipped at his coffee solemnly. "Sugar won't tell us anything and she's scared."

"She's still in the car outside; I don't want to keep her waiting. You two sit tight and don't come out of this building whatever you do." Quinn started towards the door they had come in moments ago. Puck set down his depleted coffee cup and followed her.

"When will you guys be back?" Brittany called after them. She knew it was a question with only one answer but she wanted reassurance that her friends would be back and in one piece.

"Whenever we find a way for you to be permanently safe Britt," Quinn turned around just in time to receive a wholehearted hug from Brittany.

"Stay safe, and if you need help call us. We'll find you."

"Thanks Britt,"

Santana came up behind Brittany and pulled her body in for a hug as they watched the backlights disappear into a dusty trail.

"Are you tired baby?" She pressed soft kisses to Brittany's grimy back. They hadn't had a shower in two days and they both stunk.

"A little bit."

"Want to take a shower with me?" There was no hint of playfulness or tease in her voice.

"If we can find the shower," Brittany smiled at her and took her hand.

They decided to try the lower floors, hoping to find a room with a bathroom. The second level was a recreation area with every indoor court imaginable. They hit gold on the third level down.

"It looks like a hotel," Brittany commented as they walked past the many numbered rooms.

"Just pick one already Britt, I can't stand all this dirt for much longer. It's ruining my skin."

"Fine," Without looking what room number she'd picked, Brittany turned the handle and they both stumbled into the darkness.

Santana got the lights to turn on and was surprised how big the room was. The décor wasn't fancy but there was a lot of space.

"There's the shower, I miss water so much." Brittany pulled her ruined tank top over her head and undid her bra. The filth marks made her look funny, she laughed at her reflection in the mirror.

"Let me help," Brittany's hand on her jeans paused. Santana removed them, replacing them with her own hands and slowly slipped off her belt. She got a good view of Brittany's ass when she kneeled down to slide Brittany's jeans off. The look on her face might have been mistaken for one of a person deprived of sex. That wasn't the case because Santana had fucked Brittany several times yesterday. But her wife was hot and nobody could blame her for wanting Brittany all the damned time.

"Are you going to sit on the floor all day?" Brittany asked, "I know the view is glorious but you're making me desperate."

Santana thought hard about her next action. Brittany was disappointed that Santana left her to take her own clothes off.

Completely naked, Santana wrapped Brittany in a hug and kissed her neck. She exhaled deeply then stepped away into the shower area, turning on the warm water.

"That's it?" Brittany tried to curb her anticipation. She stepped into the shower behind Santana, feeling the water cascade over both their bodies.

"Britt, I was thinking."

"About what?"

"Sugar,"

"Did she turn you off?" Brittany resigned.

"It's not like that, I love making love to you." Santana turned to face Brittany, some of the black marks on her neck and face washed away. "Sugar didn't want people to know about her past, I realize it's something a lot of people want to hide."

"Including you and me," Brittany nodded. She understood what was bothering Santana. They knew each other's bodies in and out, but they didn't really know each other beyond the people they pretended to be.

"Britt, I love you. I would never change how we've ended up. I married you because I loved you then and I still do, so much. But there are so many things that I don't know, that you don't know." Santana's eyes probed Brittany's; she smiled knowing they had a mutual understanding.

"We'll talk it out." Brittany reassured her wife. They continued to shower in silence, the prospect of finally getting everything out in the open hung over them.

After drying off and rinsing their ruined clothes, Santana sat naked on one side of the bed while Brittany took the opposite.

"You're staring,"

"No I'm not," Santana gulped because she had. Sitting face to face, and having Brittany displaying her everything was not going to help the conversation get started. "Sorry, maybe I was a little bit."

"It's okay."

Santana took a deep breath, she didn't know where to start but as they say the beginning is always best.

"We were…."

"Santana…"

Both girls stopped talking.

"You go first." Santana said.

"It's just, whatever we say to each other, can we promise we won't make a decision based on our feelings until we've had time to think; at least until tomorrow morning? You can yell at me, I don't mind if you get mad, just don't..." Brittany looked down. She didn't want to say that sometimes the truth can destroy even the strongest foundations.

"Brittany, I won't break-up with you. We won't make any rash decisions, I promise."

"Okay," Brittany breathed a bit easier.

"So, as I was going to say, we met when we were 22. We've been married for 6 years."

"Seven,"

"Okay, seven."

"I guess I just want to know who Brittany Pierce was."

Brittany cracked a smile.

"What?"

"Nothing, It's funny to hear my maiden name," she shyly lifted her eyes to Santana. "I'm so used to being called Mrs. Lopez."

Santana nodded. One of the many things that won her over was that Brittany hadn't even hesitated to become Mrs. Lopez when she had asked. She could have said no and they'd be married anyways. It just showed how much Brittany loved her and was dedicated to her.

"So ummm, I was born in Arizona. I pretty much grew up in a normal home. I dropped out of high-school senior year. I wasn't so good at keeping up my grades but I loved numbers. I started programming when I was fifteen."

"Do your parents know about what you do for a living?"

"Not really, I mean, my parents think I'm a programmer for the government and that's enough for them."

"How did you get caught up in …all this," Santana waved her hand.

"Ummm, my brother and I…we were the same, not so smart. He was good at sports though."

"You have a brother? Why didn't you tell me?" Santana didn't believe Brittany would withhold something that big from her.

"Because he's been dead for ten years now Santana!" Brittany shouted.

"What, what happened?" A lump began to form in Santana's throat.

"High-school was hard for us dumb-blonds. Mace, he got in with the wrong crowd, he got me involved too." Brittany took on a far-away look. "When he realized his older sister was good at computers, he started asking for favors, you know, just to hack and get information."

"And you did it for him,"

"I did, because I loved him. Our parent's marriage was on the rocks and he was all I had, I was all he had. He loved me; we took care of each other." Brittany looked right at Santana; the other girl could see how much the loss of her brother had affected her. "I didn't know what he was up to but for my part I was having fun, no one would know I was doing cybercrimes and I was helping my brother. I guess he put me on that track. Other people started coming to me with jobs, and the pay was good. That's when I started doing it for a living. Mom and Dad divorced so Mace and I moved out, we lived together in an apartment in Brooklyn. It was a bad neighborhood, but most of our business was there and you got to live like them to be like them. We were always careful to save our money, I didn't mind living in a dump so long as my computers were safe. You can imagine my lifestyle back then." Brittany's grimace showed she wasn't proud of it.

"No, tell me." Santana had a pretty good idea already but she wanted to hear it from Brittany.

"There were a lot of drugs and boys and girls involved. I pretty much was on my computer or…"

"Fucking someone high,"

"I knew you'd judge me," Brittany swallowed.

"No, more like I relate to you."

"Well, it was bad. I knew I didn't like it when my head was clear but I couldn't do anything. Being high all the time and lost in the internet really helped."

"So how did your brother die?"

"It was outside our apartment one day. I can't believe it happened so easily. Someone came to our door; Mace went down to see him. They talked; I could see them from my window. Then the guy pulled out a gun and shot Mace, just like that. He fell down and …he was dead."

"I'm sorry you had to witness it."

"Well, I'm not." Brittany's eyes welled up. "If I hadn't been looking I wouldn't have gotten a picture of the guy's license plate. I wouldn't have gotten to take revenge."

"That was your first time killing someone," Santana stated.

"Yes, the first of many. It wasn't only that guy; it became the people who worked with him. I found a whole network of criminals, so many people who were conspiring against my brother. I just…I killed them all. And then killing became part of my job too."

"Brittany, it should have never happened that way." Santana crawled to Brittany and pulled her in. She caressed the top of Brittany's shaking head.

"It's fine," Brittany said when she had calmed down. "Maybe it was good for me. His death helped me to turn my life around. I moved to a better part of the city and worked alone. I weaned myself off the drugs; I made some better friends who didn't want just my body. I met Quinn and she helped me get into the agency. Although, I'm still deciding if that was a positive thing." Brittany laughed. "I got to meet you on one of the mission's so I guess I'm not complaining about it too much."

Santana smiled back at Brittany and laid a kiss to her temple. "Thanks for telling me all that, do you want to rest?"

Brittany hadn't realized how tired or drained she was until Santana asked. Her eyes were already closing as her head settled comfortably against her wife's chest. "Just for a bit, and we can talk some more." Brittany mumbled.

Making sure Brittany was under the covers on her side of the bed; Santana switched off all the lights and slid in next to her. She left a kiss on the lips of her wife. "So Brave," she whispered.

"Good morning, beautiful." Santana set down a tray holding two coffees, a box of breadsticks and microwave spaghetti.

"Woah, did you cook all this honey?" Brittany pulled Santana into a kiss, relishing the salty taste on her tongue. "You've started without me."

"You know I can't resist breadsticks Britt,"

The breadsticks and breakfast were shared in quiet. Once or twice, Santana caught Brittany staring at her with a playful grin.

"What,"

Brittany returned her inquiry with a sly smile.

"Seriously, sweetheart, stop looking at me like that."

"How am I looking at you?" Brittany shrugged as if she didn't know what she was doing to Santana.

"Like I either have tons of spaghetti sauce on my face or that you have something you're hiding from me."

"It's actually neither," Brittany put the tray of food aside.

"Hey, I wasn't done with my breadsticks!"

"You are done for now," In one swift move, Brittany pressed Santana flat against the bed and straddled her.

"Mmmm," Santana hummed, "I very much like you naked and on top of me."

"Uh huh, I thought so." Brittany began to place soft kisses all over the exposed parts of Santana's chest. "I was a little bit mad when I woke up and you weren't in bed," she moved to the valley between Santana's full breasts. "There are some things I'd like to do with you."

"Oh please do anything." Santana panted.

"You'll let me do anything with you?"

"Yeah Britt, just hurry, hey where are you going?" Santana yelled as she scrambled onto her knees. Brittany was already putting on her clothes had dried overnight.

"Exploring and you are coming with me,"

Santana's mouth dropped open, "no, come back to bed right now baby."

"Santana, you said I could do anything with you, and I want to go exploring."

"I thought you were going to do something with me." She motioned to her body, "as in sexual somethings."

Brittany crossed her arms and stood her ground. The smile on her face said she'd gotten Santana worked up on purpose only to leave her hanging. "So, are you coming or not? The way I see it is you don't have a choice, unless you want to go back on your word."

"You sweetheart are a master manipulator," Santana begrudgingly dragged herself off the bed and into some clothes. "I'm only doing this because I expect some payback."

Brittany led the way down the stairs to the fourth floor below the surface. There were more rooms on each floor they descended upon. They also found a gym, theater, gaming room, library, mini-bar, and swimming pool.

"I still can't believe this underground paradise exists. That Fabray guy must be rich as fuck."

"I don't like to think a relative of Quinn's is behind all this shady stuff." Brittany pouted as she plopped down on a lounging chair by the pool. "No one knows for sure, right?" Brittany probed Santana's eyes for confirmation.

"No," Santana sat next to Brittany, resting her head on her shoulder. "And I don't care who's behind all these killing missions as long as I get out of it with you."

"Santana?" she nodded, her hair rubbing against Brittany's skin. "You haven't told me your story yet."

"I'm not very good at storytelling." She deflected.

"Then will you answer my questions?" Santana lifted her head off Brittany and reclined comfortably. "Okay, now I'm ready. Let's play 20 questions."

Brittany exhaled and put on her thinking face. "Where were you born? And don't say Lima Heights Adjacent the wrong side of the tracks."

"And why not?" Santana raised an eyebrow, "I am actually from there."

"One point to Santana Lopez," Brittany watched Santana snicker as she thought of another question. "What did you want to be when you grew up?"

"I wanted to be rich,"

"Seriously?"

"Yeah, that's how I got into the whole thug life, stealing things and getting into trouble."

"Why'd you want to be rich?" Brittany asked curiously.

"Because my dad was rich and I knew what it felt like to have everything. He left and then my mom was working two shifts, struggling to put food on the table. I vowed to make us rich again."

"And that's how you got into the program?"

"Not exactly, but it led me to make bolder and brasher decisions. Once I had some cash, I got addicted to gambling and I was good at it – too good. I got into the program because of a stupid decision. I was sure I had the winning hand but I got owned; I lost everything. Days after I was convinced something had gone wrong and that I had been cheated – I knew it. I went to confront the guy I'd lost to and got beaten for it, but not before I took down half his men. He was going to kill me then changed his mind and shipped me off to one of his mafia friends who I have been working for ever since."

"Wow, so you can play cards?"

"Do I sense a challenge Mrs. Lopez?"

"If you have a deck, I have an idea." Santana hoped this time Brittany wasn't teasing her because there was certainly something they could do with a deck of cards.

"Too bad there probably isn't one around here," Brittany's voice took on a tinge of sadness.

"If I find one, where will you be waiting for me?" Santana was on her feet right away. This was her chance to get back at Brittany for the sexual frustration she'd caused her that morning.

"I hear they have a lovely Sauna," Brittany winked.

"Fuck, where am I gonna find playing cards?" Santana ran to the only logical place, the mini-bar. She took all the drawers out and searched through them. They were fully stocked with everything related to a bar except for cards. "Come on, come on." She climbed onto the counter and checked all the overhead cupboards, plastic pitchers fell out, the toothpick umbrellas fell all over her head, and the salt nearly rolled out and smashed on the floor. Knowing it would take her forever to find the card's she ran up two floors and pushed open all the bedrooms having never checked which room number they had occupied. The thought of Brittany, sweaty and naked lying amongst swirls of heat spurred Santana to run faster.

She finally found the room and dumped her bag upside down, spilling all the contents onto the bed.

"Phone, found it," She announced pleased with herself. "Hi, Quinn!"

"Santana? Why are you calling? Is this an emergency?" Quinn sounded panicked over the phone. Santana forgot she was only supposed to call if they were in danger. Oh well, she figured potentially exploding from sexual frustration could very well be dangerous.

"Yes, I cannot find any playing cards in this billionaire's mansion."

"Are you serious right now?"

"I am totally serious, I need those playing cards."

"That is not an emergency!" Quinn screamed. Santana had to pull the phone away from her ear. "You know what an emergency is? Right now, the FBI, the crime lords, and the mafia are tossing a coin to see if they should kill you two or Rory Flanagan first.

"Did it come up heads or tails?"

"I wasn't being literal stump head; it's just that the situation does not look good right now. Puck is working with his contact on your fake passports, birth certificates and the shit; it's not easy. Also, we still have a problem with Sugar."

"What happened to her?" Santana asked worried. She didn't know Sugar too well but Brittany really liked her and so she cared by association.

"She's gone back to Rory. Puck and I are afraid he's going to use her to jeopardize the fragile situation. We should have never let her go back." Quinn sighed.

Santana still didn't quite understand the situation, "Why? What's Flanagan going to do with her?"

"We don't know yet. Anyways, there's a war on a lot of fronts here so I'd appreciate if you didn't call me when there is clearly no emergency."

"Fine, but I still need to know where the cards are."

Quinn growled through the receiver, "In the game room; don't bother me with anything else."

"Thanks, you should keep us updated. Bye Quinn, Britt's waiting." Santana didn't wait for a reply before she was on her feet again dashing for the game room.

"You are looking very festive," Brittany greeted her as she stumbled over her feet into the sauna.

"What are you…"

"The pink umbrellas in your hair," she giggled.

"Oh, that was an accident." Santana brushed the toothpicks of, "Are you ready?"

Brittany pulled Santana to the middle of the floor where she had set out some thick towels. "So what are the rules of the game?"

"I win and you take your clothes off," Santana smirked.

"Don't be so sure of yourself," Brittany took the cards and began to shuffle them, "Are you ready?"

"I was ready ten years ago,"

Brittany dealt them seven cards each and placed the stack in the middle.

"You gave me two extra cards, in strip poker it's five each." Santana returned two cards to the stack.

"We're not playing strip poker; it's strip go-fish."

"I have never heard of that in my life," Santana nearly snorted.

"If you're so good at cards, you'll be able to beat me at my game." Brittany winked.

"Fine." Santana glared at Brittany, "I am the world champion of all cards."

Half an hour later and Santana had lost her shirt and two socks.

"Yes! Fourth round goes to me baby!" Brittany waited patiently for Santana to remove another item of clothing.

"This game is pure luck and no skill," Santana murmured.

"Not true,"

"Whatever." Looking down at herself, Santana saw that she'd have to remove her pants or bra.

"Really? You dare take that off now?"

Santana stood firm and nodded, her fingers were already twisting her gold band. Brittany stared her down.

"I'm not ready to show off my goodies yet,"

"Santana Lopez, you are asking for trouble."

She fiddled with the ring, thinking about what taking it off would reflect on her character. Did Brittany really consider it a betrayal if she took it off, or a sign of unfaithfulness?

"Britt it's just a game." She tried to reason one more time. Brittany continued to pout. "Okay, I'll take off my pants. I love you too much to take off my wedding ring." Seeing Brittany smile again was reward enough. Santana wiggled out of her pants and sat down again. "I'm going to get you back Britt."

The next two rounds went to Santana. She watched Brittany strip with much amusement. In contrast to herself, Brittany immediately took off her shirt and pants leaving her in a bra, underwear, ring, watch and socks.

"Is this one of your distraction ploys? Because it's working."

"It's not my fault you have a one track mind with destination sex."

The next rounds were battled hard. Santana and Brittany lost one each. For Santana it was a hard choice between bra and underwear.

"If you don't strip in ten seconds I'm choosing, one, two, three…" Brittany counted all the way up to eight before Santana finally decided her underwear was the lesser of the two sacrifices. Brittany smirked at the way Santana immediately blocked all view by pulling her knees up.

Unfortunately for Santana, on the next round she was lagging two sets behind Brittany and there weren't that many left. "This is not fair; you have some mathematical formula for knowing which ones are in the stack and which ones are in my hands. It's clearly cheating."

"Awww don't be such a sore loser," Brittany stuck out her tongue confident she was finally going to get Santana naked. "You know, this game is getting really intense, I'm breaking a sweat. I can see you are too."

"What are you suggesting?" Santana's eyebrows shot up.

"That we hurry this game up, actually we can just stop playing and…" Santana pushed all the cards to the side and attacked Brittany's lips. Her skin slipped against Brittany's, their sweat mingled and the heat from their bodies charged them even more. Santana quickly got rid of Brittany's bra and panties. The speed at which they were groping each other caused arms and legs to tangle. Their hair stuck to their faces and got in their mouths but it didn't stop them. Brittany wrestled Santana till she was on top and slipped her wet leg in between Santana's. She rocked into her with a steady rhythm enjoying the smack each time her leg made contact. She knew they had to finish up quickly because the heat was becoming too much.

"More Britt, oh god why have we never done it in a sauna; this is the best." Santana slipped her fingers through Brittany's folds and began to alternate between rubbing her clit fast and pushing into her.

"Honey, faster – I feel like wet sandpaper against you if that even makes sense."

"Oh yeah," Santana upped her speed, "This friction, is amazing and hot."

"Like getting sunburn without getting the actual burn,"

"Britt, focus on getting me off." Santana flipped them and began humping her own hand that was pumping into Brittany. She got the hint and entered Santana roughly knowing she was wet enough to take two fingers.

"Much better."

In a matter of minutes Santana collapsed on top of Brittany having experienced an incredible orgasm. She worked Brittany to the edge, finishing by eating her out.

"I have goose bumps in this heat," Brittany laughed and rolled them over. She took her time to kiss Santana appreciatively.

"Babe, I need to jump in the pool ASAP," Santana grabbed Brittany's hand and together they barreled into the cool water.

A head of gold and then black broke the surface, their hands were still bound to each other. Santana cushioned Brittany's face with her free hand and pulled her in for a sweet kiss.

"Round two?"

I have final exams next week so maybe no update, but I will try:)