A/N: Kill Brittany? Sheesh...do you really think that I'm capab...ok...maybe I am? ;) But hahaha...twitter update...she's still alive! ;) Back to Quinn's POV! Love you chicas!
One Woman Army (Kate Earl)
A full day went by, with each of us taking turns driving and her constantly taking chances to drive my hormones crazy.
I don't think I had ever come so much.
Halfway through Missouri she finally admitted to me that she gets super horny around her time of the month.
Good to know.
We ended up stopping in a little town in Kansas and loading up on liquor.
It was dirt cheap and San didn't even get carded.
When we got to a rundown motel, she locked herself in the bathroom for an hour because she had randomly started crying and didn't want to bug me.
Because I appreciated the gesture...I thought I would reward her when she finally came out.
So, I left a note and then headed to a diner just across the road.
She needed chocolate and I was going to buy her the biggest piece of chocolate cake that I could afford.
When I got to the diner...things went south fast.
Two redneck guys spotted me and immediately took it upon themselves to welcome me to Kansas.
"You ain't from round here...are ya?"
I smiled and shook my head.
The other guy spoke up but he sounded harmless...racist...but harmless.
"Where's ya spic fren at?"
I rolled my eyes and silently prayed for a waitress or something.
These guys were creeping me out and the truth was that outside of Lima, I wasn't so tough.
I leaned over the counter and called out.
"Excuse me? Anyone back there? Anyone?"
I froze when I felt someone grab my hips and grind against my ass.
My stomach twisted and my mind literally didn't know what to do.
I gripped the counter and swallowed the burning in my throat.
"Look Mac...she likes it!"
I heard the chime of the door as the guy gripped me tighter.
Please don't be some crazy nut with a gun.
Oh God...what if they were going after Santana?
Was this a set up?
"I think you and your kissing cousin should reconsider what you are about to do, hands off of her, halfwit."
My mind whipped back into action when I heard the familiar growl.
Was she seriously going to try to take on these two big guys?
"What you going to do, spic?"
"This." She growled.
Absolutely...she was crazy.
I realized just how insane she was when I heard a clicking noise that sounded an awful lot like one of Daddy's guns.
"Last chance to step off my girl, inbreed."
I felt the guy let go and step away.
Please tell me she wasn't doing what I thought she was.
But of course...she definitely was and she looked hot doing it.
When I turned around, I saw that Santana was, in fact holding a small gun to the other guy's temple.
"San?" I whispered, suddenly feeling terrified for her.
"Q...come stand behind me baby."
My heart swooned.
How crazy was this?
I didn't hesitate to move past her and stand just behind her.
The two idiots held their hands up.
Santana took a step backwards with the gun still pointed at the guy.
"I think they get it, San."
"No...I don't think they do." She pointed the gun towards the guy who had touched me, she aimed for his groin and he let out a yelp. I touched her back and the tension left her shoulders. "You ever touch a girl without her permission again and I will hunt you down! Got it?"
They both nodded.
"Turn around and get on your knees."
They did as she said while keeping their hands up.
She leaned back and whispered in my ear.
I nodded and then quickly bent down and tied the two idiots shoelaces together.
When I was done, I saw that she was now holding the gun down by her side.
She nodded towards the door and without waiting another second, we left.
It as dark out and everything was deserted.
No cops coming to arrest us or sirens in the distance.
Realistically, she shouldn't have gotten away with that...but she did.
I saw that the car was parked by the door and it had our overnight bags on the backseat.
How did she know to come for me?
She was smoking her second cigarette since we left the diner and was currently speeding towards the interstate.
Neither one of us had spoken but now that my shock was gone, I was feeling freaked out.
"Do you want to tell me what the hell that was? Where did you get a fucking gun?"
She sucked in the smoke and then slowly blew it out in rings.
I could see a small smirk on her lips.
"It's mine. My Papi collects them and when he knew that I was going away to college, by myself...he took me to get my gun license. Her name is Abby."
"Who? Wait...you named the fucking gun?"
"Yea...so? She saved your ass...didn't she?" She shrugged.
I rolled my eyes because really...I shouldn't be surprised.
And yes...she had definitely saved my ass.
"How did you know to come get me?"
"When the motel manager saw me outside smoking...he asked where you were and when I didn't answer, he said that our kind wasn't welcome...I had a feeling something bad was going to happen."
"So just like that...you just showed up?"
"Yea."
I was staring at her as she shrugged.
"How did you know we would get away with that?"
"I didn't...that's why I'm trying my best to get the hell out of this state."
I didn't speak another word.
This was just too insane.
She was insane.
And it turned me on.
When we got to Oklahoma, she pulled over at the first gas station that she saw.
"I gotta pee...can you pump the gas while I run inside?"
I nodded and then watched her walk away.
She swung her hips and I felt my temperature rise.
How does she get hotter and hotter?
I finished pumping the gas and slid into the driver seat with sex clouding my mind.
A buzz from the cup holder got my attention.
When I saw Sam's face flash across the screen of my phone, I hit ignore.
A few seconds later, I saw Rachel's face and so I finally answered.
San walked from the gas station clutching her phone with tears in her eyes just as Rachel told me the news.
So much for California...
Looks like Britt wins...again.
San looked like a zombie as we drove back towards Ohio.
We hadn't spoken, all she did was open the driver side door and stand there until I got out.
I watched as she angrily sped off route 66 and onto the highway.
Just like that, our road trip had been cut short.
I knew that we would make it back to Lima by morning and even though I wanted to explode because of this...Daddy always told me to pick my battles.
And so I just sat there...with a hand rested on her thigh, occasionally squeezing and quietly biting my tongue.
She needed my support and so she had it...without question.
The last thing that I would make her do, was to choose between her past and her future.
I knew better already...Britt ALWAYS comes first.
But I knew that I wouldn't let her go...not without a fight...even if it was her that I had to fight.
This was a sore spot for her and no matter how much time went by...if Brittany needs her, Santana will ALWAYS cross oceans, deserts, time and space...
But what about when Santana is in need?
What about when Santana hurts?
Who protects her?
Because that was never Brittany's job...
And so, as far as I was concerned...it was now mine.
I would be her protector...proudly so.
And this time...she didn't need to ask.
A/N: I love contention in a story...it's like MY thing. All things shall be revealed.