It's still Friday in my time zone! And here it is, your SECOND update of the week. Thank you everyone once again for your amazingness! Also in an effort to get this out tonight it might not be completely perfectly edited!

And you all had solid dream car picks! Handr9255 I couldn't respond to you personally, but I like your choice! Mine is still a Nissan GT-R but I wouldn't mind driving a few of your choices!

Chapter 26: The Right of Way

Santana remains standing next to her girlfriend staring in surprise and confusion at the blazer that Brittany still holds in her hand. The taller woman looks to her left and makes contact with brown eyes.

"Was this here when we came in?"

A few seconds go by as Santana really considers Brittany's question.

She remembers that they were both thoroughly distracted when they entered the shop, Brittany having carried her there while they took turns exchanging kisses and soft pecks against lips and jaws and necks. Then Brittany proceeded to set Santana on the worktable while standing between the shorter woman's tan legs, which were still wrapped firmly around Brittany's waist, before they started sharing deeper kisses.

Things eventually calmed down to the point where Brittany began to change around some things on the Plymouth, not too much change but enough of a quick fix that the car didn't look like it had when Brittany had originally boosted it. After Brittany finished what she was doing with the car she started working on her bike, and not too long after things started to heat up again when Santana decided to be all sexy and straddle the bike behind Brittany and 'take care of her'.

"I don't remember it being there." Santana acknowledges, all the occurrences of their time in the shop together so far leading her to believe that the blazer had to have been there the whole time and they just didn't notice it.

Brittany nods at Santana's affirmation, she'd been having some thoughts of her own and had basically come to the same conclusion.

When she'd recovered from the intense orgasm that Santana had given her, and was able to pull herself back together a bit, was the first time that Brittany actually noticed the blazer hanging in the corner of the garage.

Even though she realizes that they had been pretty loud with their sexcapdes, it's impossible for Brittany to not be loud when Santana makes her feel that way, it wouldn't make any sense for them not to have seen someone come in and hang something on the fucking door. The garage is not that large and something like someone hanging a blazer just wouldn't have gone unnoticed, even in a sex filled haze.

"It had better have been here before we came in here, otherwise I'm going to be kicking some creepers ass for more than one reason."

Santana isn't sure why, but the way that Brittany so seriously delivers that statement does something to her. It's not that she doubts her girlfriend's conviction but it's just really almost perfect, and it causes her to giggle just a little. In turn, blue eyes flash quickly back in her direction and a fair eyebrow rises in a look of inquisition.

Shaking her head in indication that she's not laughing at Brittany, Santana leans in and pecks the other woman's pink lips, "It's just really sexy when you're all alpha boss, but at the same time entirely perfect."

Brittany's eyebrow cocks higher, but the shadow of a smile still quirks at the corner of her mouth, "That's just another way of saying I look 'cute' isn't it?"

"Aww but baby you are cute." Santana emphasizes the word with another peck on Brittany's lips smiling as blue eyes roll with the punches. Brittany sighs and inclines her head back towards the blazer.

"Let's take care of this right now and find out what's going on, and then after that I'll show you just how not 'cute' I am." Brittany says as her left hand drops from the blazer and blindly reaches out to grasp Santana's right hand. With a squeeze and a nod, Santana allows Brittany to lead the way from the shop, the blazer still in Brittany's free hand.

They walk from the shop and proceed into the Pierce building where Brittany quickly finds Rory working in the tech room.

"Rory," Brittany calls to the young man who snaps his eyes up from his computer screen and immediately starts blushing. Noticing this abrupt change in demeanor Brittany glances towards the screen and instantly has to turn her head away when she sees what's on it, "Ugh gross Rory, I told you not to use the crew computer's for your obsession with anime porn that I still don't understand!"

Even though Santana avoids being subjected to the images on the screen, her face still scrunches in distaste before another giggle pops from her lips at Brittany's own display of a horror stricken face.

Rory blushes even more profusely, he knew he should have brought his own laptop into the room tonight, but he didn't think his boss, or her new girlfriend, and their rather sexually active lifestyle would afford them any time or care to come anywhere near him.

Guess his Irish luck wasn't that lucky tonight.

"I'm sorry boss, I-I…" He stutters but manages to get no further before Brittany is holding up her hand to silence him.

"Look just exit out of your anime stuff and radio to the rest of the crew, including Santana's, that we are having a meeting in the conference room, and everyone is expected to be there."

There's a moment of hesitation, and Rory knows he probably shouldn't but he still kind of blurts out, "It's Hentai by the way."

Brittany's look of utter disregard, and general lack of knowledge concerning the topic, essentially spur Rory to skip over any sort of technical corrections and just do as he's ordered to do.

Boss says jump, you fucking jump.

"Sorry boss, yeah I'll get right on that. I'll have to call Mike and Puck in from their reconnaissance that you put them on but at most it should take everyone about a half an hour to get back."

With a nod of her head, Brittany pats her tech on the back, "Good then I'll see them all, and you, in the conference room in thirty." She says and doesn't wait for an answer before she turns and heads back out of the room, her hand still firmly gripping Santana's who easily and willingly follows behind.

Once Brittany's back out in the hallway she pauses for a second, concentration masking the rest of her scattered emotions. There are too many things to consider at the moment, and worry about.

What the fuck is the blazer all about? Who put it there? When did they put it there? Why was it just left, without any sort of other clue to go along with it? What does that mean for her crew? Is she going to be able to protect them and Santana or is shit about to get really real?

Brittany hates to think of having to choose between Santana and her crew. Her crew's her family. She's grown up with a lot of them, or at the very least spent a considerable amount of time with them. A lot of blood, sweat, and tears. But when she thinks about it, Brittany knows Santana is her future. And sometime down the road, Brittany knows she'd be more than happy to call Santana her wife, her family.

Proudly so.

"You're thinking really hard Brittany, do you want to talk about it?" The soothing, practical a voice of an angel, is murmuring in Brittany's ear as she feels Santana step further into her side, wrap her arms around her waist, and press her lips into Brittany's clothed button down shirt.

With a sigh, Brittany turns her eyes to meet Santana's concerned brown, "Just the usual you know?"

Santana nods and Brittany swallows thickly. Just looking at Santana like she is, and having the other woman gaze back at her so adoringly, makes her hot around the collar, but somehow it's a really good feeling. It's also just particularly fucking scary.

"You know I love you right?"

A large grin spreads across Santana's face at Brittany's words, "I know you do, just like you know that I'm helplessly in love with you."

Brittany's heart still jumps and flips at those words. God if they didn't sound so fucking perfect. She tilts down to capture Santana's lips in her own, twisting her body slightly so that they are pressed chest-to-chest, hip-to-hip, and forehead-to-forehead.

When she breaks from the kiss, Brittany sucks in a staggered breath, "I just need you to always remember that." She whispers, her forehead pressed tenderly against Santana's, her hands gripping firmly at her hips. Santana's hands slide up into Brittany's hair, tangling in the long locks before she tugs Brittany's lips back to hers and kisses her soundly.

"I have absolutely no reason to ever forget." She says as they break for air again.

"Good." Brittany smiles and pecks Santana's lips again. She's about to add something to her whole cheesy spiel, that she could give a fuck about being so cliché and what not, when the sound of the front door of the building opening pauses Brittany's train of thought and causes her to glance towards the entrance.

Both Brittany's and Santana's crew, minus Mike and Puck for the moment, trickle in through the glass doors nodding their heads towards their respective leaders.

Reluctantly, Brittany and Santana separate a little until they are standing side-by-side and holding hands.

"Eh Pierce, what's this about? I was this close to having a good time with a hot-blooded blondie. I mean she's no you, but she's easily a seven. If you know what I mean?" Cooper is, not surprisingly, the first to speak up and quite literally kill any semblance of ease. A few groans can be heard from other members of the Lopez crew and Brittany feels Santana noticeably tense next to her.

"Can it Cooper before I personally make sure that you can no longer 'have a good time' with any kind of woman." Santana hisses through her teeth making Brittany instantly smirk and the rest of the crewmembers stifle their laughs. Cooper's face goes immediately red, his pale skin flushing a bright pink pigment as his wide scared eyes dart around in nervousness. He knows from experience that Santana Lopez does not tell bullshit lies.

When it appears that everyone else has settled down enough, Brittany finally speaks up, "I need everyone to go to the conference room. I have a few things to talk about with you all as soon as Mike and Puck get here."

Everyone is quick to nod their consent and make their way onwards to the conference room until it's just Brittany and Santana standing solitaire again.

Santana turns towards her girlfriend and is about to speak when a buzzing in her pocket shatters those plans. Brittany squeezes Santana's hand in reassurance before she watches her girlfriend answer the phone call that is undoubtedly from their mutual 'boss'. Santana hangs up a few minutes later, after barely a word from her end, brown eyes having never left blue.

Brittany tugs Santana in closer when she pockets her phone again, the dread in her brown eyes conveying Brittany's original worry that Santana's going to have to go somewhere and Brittany won't be able to come with.

A soft kiss is pressed to a tan forehead, Santana's eyes fluttering shut with the touch.

"Whatever it is, I won't be very far away if you need me," Brittany whispers into Santana's hair as she cradles her girl's head against her own, her other arm wrapped around the smaller woman holding her body to her tightly, "And please just come back safe Santana."

Full lips turn to press into the skin of Brittany's neck before Santana pulls back and stares up into those vibrant blues.

"As long as you don't do anything to put yourself in danger before I get back."

Brittany chuckles and pecks Santana on the lips, "You know I'm a wild one."

"Yes, but you're my wild one now. So don't be Brittany the badass daredevil, be Brittany the badass boss who delegates the most dangerous tasks to those who don't have a girlfriend expecting them to come home alive."

"That's kind of discriminating San," Brittany teases but Santana merely rolls her eyes and gently smacks the woman on her arm.

"Brittany Pierce, you are incorrigible."

"Even though I don't understand a lot of the words that come out of your mouth Santana Lopez, I still find them incredibly sexy and I kind of want to take you back to my condo and see how many other things I can get to come out of your mouth."

Santana is already shaking her head and gasping before Brittany even finishes her words. She leans into the woman again, planting her lips against the underside of Brittany's jaw one more time before she finally pulls back fully from her girlfriend's grasp.

"You go have your meeting thing. I'll go talk to Jesse really quick and be back before you know it. Then you can fill me in and well, maybe do other things with me too." She says with a wink before she spins around and walks away from Brittany, giving the sway in her hips a little more oomph just for those blue eyes she knows are locked onto her ass.

As Brittany watches Santana exit the building she finds that she has the most ridiculously large grin plastered across her face. She shakes her head with a chuckle before she turns and proceeds to meet the awaiting crewmembers in the conference room.

It might be a little more difficult to concentrate with thoughts of Santana tumbling through her mind but she's going to do her best. Brittany knows that soon enough her wandering thoughts will turn into actual occurrences.

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It's been twenty minutes since Brittany entered the conference room. She keeps glancing in Rory's direction, as if he can make Puck and Mike return any faster.

"I'm sorry boss, the last communication I got from Mike was right after you asked me to call everyone in. He said that he and Puck just had to finish up something and they'd be on their way back. They should be here by now."

Brittany glares at her tech guy, "I know they should be here by now Rory, that's why I'm wondering why the hell they aren't!" She exclaims, her frustrations, and the prodding tickle of panic, completely overtaking her rationale and forcing out her anger. Mike's the third best booster she knows, after herself and Santana, and it's very unlike him to have any troubles. Even if he did, that's the reason they have communication devices to keep in touch.

"And you tried him on the comm again?"

Rory nods, "Yeah boss, there was no reply."

"And his GPS markers?"

"They didn't turn them on for this run, Mike was worried about the guys from Jesse's crew finding out. He didn't want to lead them back to this location and put anyone in danger."

"But that doesn't make any sense, Mike knows that Jesse is aware of our base and he's the one that gave us the reconnaissance mission anyway. He would know where we were supposed to be at." Brittany reasons, now gnawing on her bottom lip as she goes over the details of earlier today.

When Jesse had called her away from Santana this morning, Brittany had gone and met the sleeze himself and listened to his plan of action for the following evening. The evening marked the last day of the huge import car show that downtown was holding. The plan was for Brittany and three of her crew, in this case Mike, Joe and Puck, to case out some of the higher dollar cars potential and planned exit strategies.

Jesse knew that the majority of the cars at the show were trucked over from somewhere else, and thus must be trucked back to where they came from.

His idea was for Brittany to find out the exact route that a select few of these cars would be traveling on (after they left the show) and execute the boost on them then. It would be in the dead of night, when it was less likely for them to be made, captured, and then spotted driving off. But first, Jesse wanted to see Brittany steal one of the muscle cars that were going home a day earlier. Sort of like a test run for the whole thing. Thus the reason for the Plymouth Barracuda that Brittany drove back earlier in the afternoon.

She kept enough of the car original so that Jesse was aware it was in fact a car from the show, but also fixed it up so that anyone who happened to get a glance at it they wouldn't know that it had been the no doubt reportedly stolen car. Brittany's guess is that Jesse called Santana back for the evening to give him proof that Brittany had successfully executed the boost and she was ready for the real one.

The real boost that was supposed to happen the following evening, the one that she sent Mike and Puck out to do some last detail casing on so that they were thoroughly and fully prepared.

Which brings Brittany back to this point, because there's still no Mike or Puck and she really has no idea why that could be. It was supposed to be an easy job, a breeze mission, but something all of a sudden doesn't feel right.

Especially with the mystery blazer still displayed in a chair next to her.

"I don't know then Brittany, maybe the comm just failed and they have no other way to get a hold of us right now. They're probably fine and on their way back now."

Brittany nods, that's all she can hope for at the moment. In the mean time, she might as well get started with the original reason she called this little conference.

"Let's hope they are. Meanwhile, I'm going to start this discussion without them as I don't think I can really wait any longer to get any sort of answers for the entire messed up debacle I'm going to explain to you."

A round of nods goes through the crewmembers seated at the conference table and Brittany takes a moment to glance at each and every one of them.

Her crew sits waiting patiently for their leader to speak. It makes Brittany smile a little considering how far they've all come.

Rory's really grown into his whole tech job, and even though he still fumbles a little, he has turned out to be pretty impressive at the job. Joe's boosting skills have come a long way and he no longer seems to be a whining baby during high-speed chases and maneuvers of aversion that must be taken when boosting a car.

There's Lauren, who was originally the 'muscle' for mainly Hunter even decided to stay around, and although she doesn't say much, it would seem that she's at least loyal to Brittany now. And there's Sugar who still remains very much a mystery to Brittany with her sometimes comical obliviousness and her other times masterful fountain of knowledge and wisdom, but who nonetheless is very much a key member of her crew.

Of course the two most vital members of her team, Mike and Quinn, are missing for reasons that Brittany cannot fathom, and that greatly brings about apprehension to her thoughts. She knows they're adults, but they're also like a brother and sister to her, and she doesn't want to think of them being in danger or getting injured if there was someway for her to prevent it.

And then there's Santana.

God, what can she even say about that woman? She's incredible, beautiful, amazing, and just such a symbol of hope in Brittany's life. Santana's made everything bad in Brittany's past seem bearable, and everything in her present absolutely captivating and the potential for their future alluringly remarkable.

There's just so many things that Brittany could say about Santana, but she's positive that if the woman were here now she'd know what Brittany was thinking and would probably do that thing where she silently agrees with her and then tells her that she doesn't have to say anything.

It's an unbreakable, unshatterable, undestroyable, unsinkable bond that they have, and Brittany's never letting that go.

She considers how because of that bond, Santana's crew has also found a place for themselves within Brittany's acceptance.

How even with the sometimes lazy and careless tactics of Cooper, he's still manages to be a decent asset to the team. How David has been exceptional in lending tech support to Rory when needed. Puck who, after the initial silent dispute for Santana's affections and the overall win for Brittany (as if there was ever any company), has managed to prove his worth as a booster and a great crewmember.

Then there's Rachel…wait, what the hell does Brittany even know about Rachel? Her eyes trail over to the small woman who sits silently at the far end of the table, hands clasped together and resting poised for perfection on the table, a very strange and slightly out of place large grin spread across her face.

Brittany realizes that aside from one or two interactions with Rachel, that did not go over well with her because Rachel was persistent in speaking to Brittany like a toddler and then tried to seek her fashion advice (which is not just given out to anyone, very few can pull of the looks that Brittany pulls off), she really doesn't know much about the small member who is apart of Santana's crew.

She's also the member whose boyfriend quite suddenly disappeared into thin air not too long ago.

"You," Brittany suddenly says, pointing directly to Rachel whose face flashes in a look of surprise, "I haven't talked to you much. Tell me something useful."

Rachel sits there for a second, her mouth gapping open and closed in a look similar to that of a fish out of water, before her brown eyes blink rapidly for a few seconds and she finally uses her voice.

"M-me? W-what do you w-ant me to s-say?" Okay so maybe it's not so much a 'voice' as it is a noise to Brittany. High pitched and somehow in the form of a melody, though not necessarily a pleasing one in Brittany's concern, regardless of the stuttered syllables.

"I want you to tell me something that you know. Frankly, I don't know exactly what it is you do, and I'd kind of like to know."

The fear doesn't subside from Rachel's eyes at Brittany's demand, but after a few moments she finally decides to speak up again.

"Well I'm uh Rachel Berry and I've been a part of the Lopez crew for a little over a year now." Rachel starts to say and when she notices no one is going to cut her off, she gains a lot more confidence and starts to really make a show about the whole thing. With a flip of her hand she flicks her long brown locks behind her shoulder. "Originally, I was a friend of Santana's," Brittany's eyes raise at this admission, "Well, I mean we knew each other." Rachel corrects and Brittany feels this is the more likely situation.

It's not that she's sure Santana couldn't be friends with the woman, it simply appears to her that would need a little extra time to get used to Rachel, and given that Santana spends the majority of her time doing other things that are very important, it's probably not stacked very high in the cards for her to be best friends with Rachel.

Who knows, Brittany could be wrong.

Brittany walks over to the mini fridge in the room and grabs out a bottle of water, unscrewing the lid and bringing it to her mouth as the very small woman continues her 'explanation'.

"I'd met Santana and her brother Hector through Noah Puckerman," Rachel then says, glancing to the other members of her crew who appear to be watching her with barely a hint of interest, "When we briefly dated." The water that had been in Brittany's mouth is suddenly expelled to the right of her, luckily not on anyone else, at these words.

"Wait, hold on, what?"

Rachel's face reddens a little at Brittany's interruption, but she clears her throat and holds her chin up high, "That's right, Noah and I briefly dated. That was how I was sanctioned into the group. Shortly after that I met Finn and he became a part of the group…and now…I d-don't know where h-he is." Her last few words start to get a little emotional as Brittany sees the first hint of tears build up in Rachel's eyes.

"Rachel," Brittany begins to say sympathetically, not sure she's fully equipped to handle a crying woman at the moment, "Was there ever anything that Finn said to you or did that could give any kind of indication of where or why he might have taken off?"

She receives a single shake of the head from Rachel.

"I'm sorry that we don't know more Rachel, as a crew we're going to try and figure it out." Brittany says with a sigh as she runs her hand through her hair. She reaches out next to her and picks up the blazer off the chair and holds it up.

"What's with the blazer boss?"

"That's what I was hoping you guys could help me figure out. I'd never seen it before until it was hanging on the door of my shop about an hour ago. I don't know who put it there, I don't know why it was there, and I have no idea what the hell it is." Brittany addresses the crews before her.

"Ohh my gosh, I've seen that blazer before." She suddenly hears Rachel's voice speak up again from the other side of the table. Standing from her seat, Rachel walks up to Brittany and the blazer to take it out of her grip and run her hand over the red-trimmed lapels.

"You recognize it?"

With a nod Rachel starts to explain, "I remember back in Miami seeing a picture of Finn's step-brother in a blazer like this. It was from when he went to some prep school in the area."

"And you're sure the blazer was exactly like this one?" Brittany inquires, the idea that she might be getting some answers finally putting her on the edge of eager.

Rachel nods, "I'm positive this is the same one. Finn's step-brother used to wear it in almost every picture that they used to take."

"Do you remember his name? Finn's step-brother? Is he around to talk to?" The questions spill out of Brittany's mouth, her heartbeat picking up because of the adrenaline this whole situation is fueling. Rachel seems to contemplate for a few moments.

"I think he still lives in Miami," She starts to say, Brittany's hope deflates a little, "And I think his name was-"

Before Rachel has the chance to finish her sentence there's a loud thudding noise that comes from outside in the hallway. Cooper, Joe and David stand up from the table and rush to Brittany's side, ready to assist her if anything's going to be going down.

Brittany takes a step out into the hallway and sees a figure, head bent down and hand pressed to his abdomen where a large red stain covers the shirt. And then Brittany recognizes the Mohawk.

"Puck?" The man in question glances up briefly at the blonde haired leader before he looses his balance and falls to the ground, releasing a groan of pain in the process. Brittany walks quickly to Puck's side, the rest of her crew spill out from the conference room as they witness the situation.

As Brittany kneels by Puck's side she realizes that he's in a lot worse shape than what she saw at first glance. His left shoulder sags as though it's out of it's socket, there's a bruise covering the entire ride side of his face, and blood is seeping from the wound on his stomach at a far quicker rate than should be healthy.

He coughs and blood trickles down his chin, "Mike…he…" His sentence trails off and Brittany is quick to tear her button up shirt from her body and press it into his wound.

"Rory, call 911 and someone get me something else to press against this wound!" Brittany shouts and Rory runs off to complete the command as Rachel and Sugar both dash to Puck's other side with another shirt to use for compression and a bottle of water.

Brittany allows Sugar to take over putting pressure on the wound, "Puck, where's Mike at? What happened to you guys?"

The man shakes his head slightly, his breathing labored as he manages to glance up into piercing blue eyes, "We…don't know…what…h-happened…" He wheezes out and Rachel dribbles some water in his mouth before he coughs and spits out the blood, Brittany notices thankfully, that appears to be from a cut on his lip. "He's still out there…he's in…trouble."

Without taking a second to hear or understand anything more Brittany turns to David, "Here, keep him awake until the paramedics get here." David nods and kneels next to his friend. Brittany stands and wipes her hands off on her jeans just as Rory comes running back into the room.

"The ambulance is on their way, they said six minute ETA."

"Thanks Rory," Brittany says and then glances back at Puck. The shape he's in is worse than she's ever seen anyone in, and it pisses her off. Puck may not be her direct crew, but he's part of Santana's, and Santana is everything. Brittany turns back to Rory, "Mike's still out there, I can't risk leaving him for dead or anything. I need you to triangulate the last location of the car they took. If Puck drove it back here, you can backtrack from where right?"

Rory's face lights up in excitement, "Yeah, I think I can do that."

Brittany nods, "Good, do it and call me as soon as you know." She says and then turns and starts to head for the exit.

"But boss, where are you going?" Someone shouts after her.

Without even a look over her shoulder, Brittany shouts back in their general direction, her voice hard and determined.

"I'm going to make sure Mike is okay, and when he is, I'm going to kick Jesse St. James ass."

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Santana navigates through the gates that lead to Jesse's warehouse with an even greater nervous apprehension and general fear than usual. It's strange to her, a normally very unfazed or scared person to be so terrified of one guy and his mismatched crew of seemingly evil dooers.

One would think that after all this time Santana would be use to coming to this forsaken place, but the more she spends time with Jesse and his crew the more she loathes the very existence of the man, and the more she wants to be back in the safety of Brittany and her own crew.

At least there she trusts people.

The only people she has on the inside at Jesse's are Brooke and Jake, but even only they can do so much.

She's ushered into one of the many garages while driving the Plymouth, fresh off of being fixed up just enough by Brittany a few hours prior. She parks and climbs lithely from the car, thankful that Brody is not rushing to her side to 'escort' her in. The less time she has to be around him and the hands he's constantly trying to put on her, and not succeeding very well with, the better.

Santana walks from the shop area into the main part of the warehouse, turning into the storage part where Jesse keeps all of his 'product' stored ready to be set out or sorted or whatever the hell you do with drugs and what not. The workers do their thing as Santana struts by them. Very few people notice her, and even less acknowledge her, and she is ever thankful for that. The less she has to do with any of them, the safer she feels about everything.

When she reaches the corridor that leads to the office areas, where Jesse is expected to be waiting for her arrival, Santana starts to get a weird tingly vibe all over her body. Like something isn't right. As she passes one of the 'rooms' in particular she hears muffled grunts and smashing sounds. She's quick to hurry on from that room, fearful of what may be occurring behind it.

Finally Santana reaches Jesse's 'office' door and gives a singular knock upon the surface. She waits a beat after she hears the 'Come in' from the other end before she reaches out and twists the door handle to swing the door open.

Even though she doesn't feel much of it, Santana strides into the room in confidence a look of indifference and boredom showing on her face. She immediately takes in the sight of Brooke standing close to Jesse's desk, Brody in the corner of the room regarding her with what would see to be a hurt look, and a man in a police uniform she has never seen before in her life.

Suddenly Santana's blood runs cold, something is definitely not right.

She meets the cold, sadistic gaze of Jesse St. James and watches as a wicked smile forms across his lips. He inclines his head to her before he speaks.

"Ah, so very nice of you to finally join us…Ms. Lopez."

Dun dun duhhhhhh. What Remy another cliffhanger? How dare I! Oh wait no, that's what I had planned. Hugs and air kisses everyone, see you next Friday! (If you have to throw a brick at me, at least tell me what your favorite color is. Mine is green!) Thanks y'all!