"OH MY GOD!" Came the shrill voice of Kurt Hummel. "Rachel, stay in the foyer. Naked girls!".
The sound of heels clicking rapidly against the wooden floor got louder, then suddenly stopped. "OH MY!" Squealed the diva as her eyes took in the scene before her. "Kurt!..why didn't you tell me there was...nakedness!?" she chastised as she waved her hands at the two girls frozen on the sofa.
Kurt looked at the small girl with indignation in his eyes. "Screaming, 'Don't come in, naked girls'. didn't tell you that!?"
"I heard no such thing Kurt!"
"I think you did. You just wanted to see.." He gestured wildly at Quinn and Santana "This. I mean, who wouldn't. Even for a man of my orientation, I can appreciate the beauty here.". Rachel nodded in agreement.
"NO! This is not happening!" seethed Quinn as she grabbed her dress and covered Santana with it. Pulling the brunettes skinny jeans and tshirt on quickly. "You did not just walk into my apartment and ruin one of the most precious moments of my life...or did you!?"
"Awww. Quinny! You're so adorable!" swooned Rachel. "Most precious moment of your life!".
Kurt nodded along. "I agree. Adorable."
Quinn's mouth fell open. She couldn't believe this was happening. "How...how did you even get in!?".
"The door was open slightly, we were worried.". Mumbled Rachel.
Quinn looked to Santana, and her heart dropped.
The latina was clinging tightly to her dress, shivering slightly and looking at the floor. "You both have to leave." she said sternly, turning back to the terrible twosome.
"Ok. We'll wait in the foyer. Call us in when you're both...suitable." Said Kurt with a wink.
"No. Leave as in leave." reiterated Quinn. "As in. Get out of my apartment kind of leave.". She folded her arms as she cocked her hip to the side in a classic Quinn Fabray pose.
Rachel went to speak but Kurt cut her off. "You're right Quinn. I'm sorry. We're sorry.". His eyes cut to the silent latina before finding hers again. "We'll leave now. But can we please visit tomorrow? I have some... things I wish to say to Santana." His eyes were sad as he reached for Rachel's wrist.
"Come by after noon." answered the blonde. She was all too aware of how guilty Kurt felt. "And please knock before you come barging in!".
Both Kurt and Rachel nodded frantically before saying their goodbyes and hurriedly leaving the penthouse.
Quinn made her way over to the still silent latina and knelt before her, mirroring the same pose from their passionate moment earlier. Her hands gently took hold of shaking ones and she kissed ever knuckle before looking into distant eyes. "I'm so sorry Tana.." she whispered.
A whimper escaped the smaller girl. "Hey." she soothed, running her hand up and down the latinas right arm. "What's wrong baby?". The pet name slipped out and Quinn froze, afraid of what it would do to the girl in front of her. But a small smile crept onto her face as Santana's shoulders relaxed a little. "How about we just call it a night huh? We can snuggle in bed and fall asleep in each others arms.". This got the brunette to look at her. And Quinn's heart broke a little at the defeated look in her loves eyes. "Please San?". The latina nodded. Quinn stood and helped her to her feet. Gently wrapping her arm around the smaller girls slender waist, as sheshe guided them to her room and over to the bed.
Santana took in her surroundings. Quinn's room was beautiful. Books of every kind lined an entire wall from floor to ceiling. The charcoal colored carpet beneath her feet was thick and soft. The walls were an ice blue, diploma's were proudly displayed in chunky, natural wood frames. Her bed was a standard double with dark blue and gold cotton sheets and next to the bed lay an open book. Santana walked towards it curious to see what the blonde was reading, but stopped as she saw the photo behind it.
"I've always taken it with me. Wherever I went." Quinn said as she appeared holding a large Yale Tshirt out to the brunette.
Santana smiled gratefully, dropping the dress and pulling on the top. Inhaling Quinn's scent. "Even though you hated me?" asked the latina in a small voice.
"Never once, have I ever hated you San. Never.". Insisted the blonde, her voice full of conviction.
The brunette nodded, not wanting to get into this conversation now. "I'm sorry I froze out there before.". She mumbled. "I haven't spoken to anyone since graduation...I...I didn't know what...to do..."
Quinn wrapped her arms around the girl and pulled her towards the bed. She let go momentarily to pull the sheets back before guiding the brunette under them. "You don't have to apologize, you did nothing wrong." urged the blonde as she turned the lamp off.
Santana snuggled backwards into Quinn. The blonde wrapping her arms around her and laying a kiss into her dark hair.
"I've wanted to do this for such a long time San." Whispered the blonde in the darkness.
Santana 's eyes stung with tears as she nodded. "so have I Quinn...so have I."
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Addison threw another flurry of punches and kicks at the punch bag. Her arms and legs burned with exhaustion, sweat saturated her gray tank top and her chest rose and fell in quick succession. Her casted hand throbbed with ever swipe she took at the bag, but she didn't care. The pain was a distraction.
In front of her wasn't a bag. It was her father. Her mother. The 3 monsters that attacked Santana. Finn Hudson. Brittany Pierce.
The tattooed girl had been at the gym for almost 3 hours now. She was strong and toned and that took effort. Her strength was a way of dealing with being bullied by her peers and abused by her father. It was her way of control. And if she stayed in shape, no one could hurt her. Not physically anyway.
As she paused to wipe the sweat on her face, her hand ran over the raised scar that ran across her cheek. "Arrrrgggghhhh!" She screamed. Finn Hudson 's face appearing before her. The athletic girl attacked the innocent bag with fervor. All the faces in her mind molding into one.
Into her fathers.
Her punches became weaker and slower.
Her knees began to shake.
Tears built up behind her eyes.
A gut wrenching sob tore through her body.
She dropped to the floor.
Today was the the day.
Ten years ago today.
When he first raped her.
Brittany didn't know what to do.
She had watched with wide eyes as Santana's friend? Girlfriend? broke in front of her.
The dancer had entered the 24 hour gym to work on her cardio. She had taken a few weeks off work to stay in New York and try to patch things up with Quinn, but she needed to keep her fitness up. And that's why she was here at 11:30pm
Watching with rapt attention as her the scary girl from a few weeks ago dropped to her knees in a flood of tears.
Should she walk away and leave her alone to cry out into the empty gym?
Or should she go to her and try to provide some much needed comfort.
Brittany knew what she had to do.
Addison felt a hand on her shoulder. She turned quickly and threw a punch. But it was weak. She was exhausted and highly emotional right now. She just plain didn't have strength.
A strong hand caught her fist, then another hand joined it, lowering it down. The tattooed girl saw blonde hair through teary eyes. At first she thought it was Quinn...but the hair was too long. She rapidly blinked away her tears. Anger spiked as green eyes met blue. Suddenly Addison didn't care if she was exhausted. She pushed forward, rolling on top of the girl who broke her best friends heart. She raised her left hand to release an unforgiving punch but was shocked when suddenly she was on her back. Hands pinned above her head. What. The. Fuck?
Brittany saw it coming a mile off. She saw the distraught girl react first out of instinct, then out of anger. She caught the first punch thrown her way and she expected the tackle as green eyes flashed with recognition. When her back hit the blue mat she switched into defense mode. Quickly pulling on her strength, she grabbed the athletic girls arms and swung her weight upwards. The result was her straddling the tattooed girl, pinning her arms above her head. The blonde ran her eyes over the girls body, appreciating her physique. She knew the discipline it took to achieve what Addison had, and it looked amazing on the girl.
Both girls stared wildly into each others eyes. Chests rising and falling quickly. Addison knew she was pinned. She was too weak to fight. Her muscles burned with tiredness. She could feel the strength in Brittany as the blondes strong legs twitched as she tightened her hold. Begrudgingly the tattooed girl relaxed her taught body, causing a brief smile to cross the blondes face.
"I'm not gonna hurt you...ok?." Said Brittany in a calm tone. Addison grimaced and nodded. "Follow me. I've got water. You'll need some." the blonde stood and held out her hand. Addison didn't take it. Instead she struggled to her feet, knees buckling slightly as she did so. Brittany shook her head and walked over to her bag she had dropped by the treadmills, pulling out a bottle of water and handing it to the upset girl. "you should take small sips." She added. Unsure why.
Addison practically snatched the bottle from the blonde. She frowned at the advice she was given and proceeded to down the water in one go. The tattooed girl wiped her lips with the back of her hand and dropped the now empty bottle to the floor. Without a word she turned and began walking to the exit.
"WAIT!". Shouted Brittany as she ran to catch up to the moody girl. "How...how's Santana?."
Addison scoffed. "why would I tell you!?".
"I just wanna know if she's ok." She defended. "you're upset...did you break up?".
Laughter escaped the tattooed girls mouth. "I cannot believe you! Do you think you have a chance with her again!?". She spat.
The thought had crossed the blondes mind but she knew it was nothing but a daydream. "No...I. I want her to find happiness...especially after what I did.". The floor suddenly became interesting to the dancer as she trailed off.
Addison saw the guilt in the girls eyes. Brittany looked defeated, nothing like the bright ray of sunshine she had witnessed in short videos and pictures from Santana's high school years. Sighing, she gave the dancer a little forgiveness. "She's my best friend. Not my girlfriend...and she's doing better these past few weeks, especially now Quinn is back.".
The blondes eyes shot to Addison's. "Quinn?."
Another sigh. "Listen. Brittany. Quinn and San are sorting stuff out. Please. For your own sake, don't interfere with that.". The tall girl stated walking away again, before calling over her shoulder "I wouldn't wanna mess that pretty face up.".
Brittany's eyes dropped to the tattooed girls ass and back up as she walked away, leaving her with a threat. She had survived a second meeting with the mousey blonde and she was grateful she still had all her teeth in place. Maybe. Just maybe, she could fix things with Santana through her best friend.
Stepping outside into the warm night air, Addison took in a deep breath. She needed to shower badly, then she needed to lose herself in a bottle of alcohol. Realising she had nowhere to go since she'd told Quinn the apartment was an Addison free zone for tonight, the tattooed girl sloped across the street and into the bar she frequented when memories became too painful.
She smiled as she made her way down the concrete steps and up to the metal door. Knocking hard, five times the door slid open, a burly younger with jet black hair greeting her.
"You here to fight?". He asked, eyeing up her sweat soaked attire.
Exhaustion forgotten as her eyes landed on the cage in the middle of the crowded room, Addison nodded and smiled. "Somethin like that."
3 hours 49 minutes later.
Addison laughed as she spat blood onto the marred floor beneath her. The tattooed girl circled a taller man, his body on the cusp of being muscular and defined, but still carrying a liitle fat. "You hit like a bitch.". She taunted.
Her head snapped violently to the side as she let him land another hit. "Fuckin pussy.!". She growled.
"I'll be fuckin your pussy when you're passed out on the ground hot stuff.". He leered, slowly circling her with a predatory look. "Damn, I hope you're a struggler. I like it when pretty little things wriggle and beg.". The guy saw a flash of white as Addison's fist connected with his temple. Then he was down.
The crowd cheered loudly as the tattooed girl exited the cage. She took her prize money of $500 and left the bar snatching a little of tequila as she did so. The sun was beginning to rise, it was time to head home.
Soooooo...Brittany survives AGAIN! The next chapter will deal with Kurt and Rachel along with some more Addy drama...Quinn and San are not gonna like the state of Addison when she rolls in anyway! Lol!
I'm just about to head out for a bit of horse riding then I'll pop the next chapter up.
Thanks for the reviews and reading guys.
Muchos love.
Daisy xx