Alright, two days of work down and four more to go. So since I have to work a midnight tomorrow, I'm aiming for two updates tonight and if that doesn't happen, I expect angry mobs to throw things at me. Anyways, this chapter goes to xDiannaEliseAgronFanGirlx, All credit goes to them. Yayyy! Credits! Remember read, enjoy, review.

Chapter 33

There are many words to use when it comes to Santana Lopez. Words like, bitch or bossy or even arrogant. Then there are words that some people would never even consider. Like nice, or caring or afraid. And only those truly close to her, were the one's that could discribe her perfectly. Take Rachel for example, if she had to pick a word for Santana in this moment, it would be terrfied. That's right ladies and gentlemen, Santana motherfucking badass Lopez, was shiting her pants terrified. The reason...

"Rachel!" She hissed thru the crack in the bathroom door. "Please tell me you have caught that fucking cat and skined it alive."Santana was currently trapped, and because of a cat named Madam Tubbington.

Let's jump back a few hours, shall we?

"I still don't know how you got me to agree. I must be suicidal." Santana had been saying that for the last forty-five minutes. "You know that cat almost took out my eye right?" She shifted to her wife, who was currently paying attention to the road. A scowl appeared on her face.

"You tried drowning it Santana! Not only is that animal cruellty and could land you in jail." She glanced away from the road. "But did you forget that I am part of an animal rights group. " Her knuckles were turning white on the wheel. The rant was building and Santana was mentally prepairing. "Or did you forget as well that I am a vegan and find it absolutly disgusting the way people treat animals. And that we have been married for 9 years now, so I would hope that you would know that about me."

"Rach, I-"

"No, you do not get to talk." She actually lifted a hand of the wheel to stop her wife. "You tried to kill an innocent animal, be lucky I love you because if I was that cat, I would have went for both eyes." Santana just stared at her. "So, we are going toBrittany's and watching her cat no matter what. And just remeber how Brittany looked when she found out it was you that tried killing Madam Tubbington."

Santana swallowed deeply. Brittany had been heartbroken and ignored her for five months. Five months for a fucking cat that tried to take her eye. And Rachel was on Brittany's side the entire time.

"Fine, but it's not me. That beast just naturally hates me." Was Santana's only reply as they pulled into their friends driveway.

"Madam Tubbington... Where are you? Here kitty kitty." Rachel called for the beast.

"Rachel, sweetie. It knows I am here. It's just planning its attack." She was keeping her eye's sharp. Any sudden movement and she was ready to run.

"It's a cat Santana it's not planning anything."

Little did she know, Madam Tubbington was crouched perfectly atop the fridge. Her demonic cat eyes locked on Santana.

"Bullshit. It's here, waiting for its chance to atta- Holy fuck!" She shreiked, just barely dodgeing a bright blur. Rachel spun on the spot and stared at the sight before her.

Santana was slowly backing away, eye's scanning for the nearest exit as Madam Tubbington was gearing up for her next attack. Lowering herself to the ground, she let out a low meow and pounced again for Santana.

"Oh fuck no." She jumped over the cat, bouncing off the wall and heading straight for the stairs. The demon and Rachel hot on her tail. "Get that thing away from me! I told you Rachel. It wants to kill me" She bolted for the bathroom and locked the door..

"She's up on the curtian rail. I can't reach her." Rachel stared up at the cat. Santana was right. This thing was spawned straight from hell. "Stay here. I'll be right back."

"Yeah, like I would even want to leave this wonderful bathroom." Rachel just rolled her eye's, marching back down the stairs. She had a plan and it involved her phone.

"You are safe to come out now." She announced, a satisfied smile on her lips. The door creaked open.

"You kill it? PLease tell me you killed it." Santana replied, slowly stepping out into the hallway. Rachel just glared and bent down to reach for something. " How did you manage to capture the devil?" She stared at the cat carrier, holding a very pissed looking animal.

"Simple, She asked me to marry her, so I did." She set the carrier back down and stepped towards her wife. Santana scoffed.

"I ment that devil."

"That was simple as well. I found the carrier and put it in the kitchen." She placed a hand on Santana's hip. "Then I found a video of you on my phone and lured Madam Tubbington to her doom."

Santana couldn't believe it. That thing would probably attack a picture of her if it could.

"So, do I get a thank you for saving your life?" Rachel pouted, placing her other hand on Santana.

"Of course you do. That's some badass shit in my book." She wrapped her arms around the shorter woman and pulled her close. "But we are never cat sitting again for B. Okay?" Rachel nodded.

"Good."

And she tilted Rachel's head up, connecting their lips in a soft caress.