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Chapter 31
"Santana?" Rachel's voice was soft, carrying through the quiet room. Her wife breathing steadily beside her.
Crash!
"Oh my god. Santana wake up!" She hissed, giving her wife a rough shake. Sleepy eyes meet worried one's.
"What..." Her voice was still groggy, stuck in limbo. "What's going on?"
"I think someone is in our house."
Smash!
"You think someone is in our house?" She was already throwing the blankets off and reaching for the bat she always kept next to her."You stay behind me at all times Rach, you got it?" She sent Rachel a serious look and slowly opened their bedroom door. The sounds of smashes growing louder.
Pointing to the stairs, Santana mouthed for Rachel to stay there as she started to creep towards them. Carefully avoiding the creaking steps, she reached the bottom and motioned for Rachel to follow her. She was just about to reach the bottom step when a shadow stumbled out before them. Scaring the shit out of both of them. Her mind completly blanK, Santana raised the bat and delivered a blow to the back of the shadow persons legs.
"Ow, Santana what the fuck?" Came a drunk yet familiar voice. Rachel flipped the hall light on at this point and was surprised to find Quinn. A very drunk Quinn, down on her hands and knees. Rachel moved to help her up. Santana just stood her ground, bat still in hand.
"I should be asking you the same thing!" She shouted, looking as if she was ready to hit the blonde again. Rachel glanced to her.
"Santana, put the bat down and help me. I think you crippled her." She was using all her strenght to pull the girl upright. Santana rolled her eyes.
"Fine, but I still want to know what the fuck you're doing here in the middle of the night." She tugged Quinn to her feet and promptly marched her into the living room.
The living room in question was in shambles. Quinn had managed to climb in through their window. Knocking over a lamp, their coffee table and somehow.. Their lazyboy.
"I wanted to say hi." Quinn supplied her slurred answer. Santana threw her down on the couch.
"Hi Q. Now listen. One, you're a dumb bitch. Two, you better not have broken anything down here. And three, you're still a dumb bitch." Rachel was rolling her eyes at the pair.
"I'm going to grab her some blankets." Rachel said turning to leave when Santana grabbed a hold of her.
"Don't worry about it baby. I got this. Just go back to bed." Rachel nodded, giving her wife a kiss before taking off back upstairs.
"Aw, San that's so cute. I love you too you know." Her words were slurred again, eye's starting to close. Holding back a snort, Santana threw some blankets on her drunk friend.
"Yeah, well you're going to hate me in the morning after I properly kick your ass."
Sorry that one sucked alittle, just wanted to post one more before I left for work. Got 6 days in a row a head of me, so I figured I leave you with something.