a/n: Hello there, thought I would take a crack at a little Quinntana fic. I've had this plot bunny hopping around in my head and figured I would finally get to writing it. So, yes it is a Quinntana, although there is a bit of Brittana in the first chapter and sort of scattered through out because it fits with what I'm doing. I've always loved the idea of Santana as a cop something about the bullywhips sort of brought me to the idea. So as long as you don't mind AU and you like Quinntana we'll get along…. R/R makes my world go round….
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This was just not her night. Long tan arms stretched high above her head as she sat at her desk reading and re-reading her last report of the night.
It wouldn't have been such a pain in the ass if the guy hadn't claimed police brutality, but really?
If you're gonna make aunty Snix chase you ten blocks down a crowded Manhattan street and not expect an ass whooping you've got another thing coming.
Santana sighed deeply and flipped to the inside of her wrist to check the time
10:45
Fuck.
She was late, again.
She submitted her report and locked up her desk for the night rushing to the locker room. Hastily stripping out of her uniform and not bothering to tie her boots as she lumbered out of the lockers.
"Whoa, Lopez where's the fire amiga?"
"Fuck, hey Tony, no fire just really fuckin' late"
She rushed passed him and sped down the stairs and out the doors of the precinct;
Britt was gonna kill her.
Santana barely made it as she slipped through the subway doors just as they were closing, inwardly smirking at the small triumph that she was afforded after a long day.
Her train rides were some of her favorite pleasures; it was her time to reflect on her day and her life thus far, had she done her job to the best of her ability? Had she protected and served the way she had been taught?
Her obsessive need to protect those close to her hidden behind a razor sharp wit and an ice cold glare, because she would be damned if others knew her weakness.
It was this need that had pushed her into pursuing a career as a police officer. What better way to keep those she loved safe than becoming a cop, because the way she saw it, everyone deserved protection from the dark things in this cold and miserable world.
She power walked down the street, flipping her wrist inward to check how late she really was.
She was two hours late…
If Brittany didn't have such a massive hatred for guns Santana was convinced that she would have shot her with her own service weapon by now.
Thank God for small mercies.
Santana rushed into the local bar, immediately spotting Brittany, her hair was up in a high ponytail and her fingers were wrapped around a half full tumbler of something red, more than likely vodka and cranberry juice.
She took tentative steps towards her and placed a gentle hand to Brittany's shoulder.
"Hey Britt Britt."
Brittany turned to Santana and gave her a dark look. Brittany stood abruptly dropped some money onto the bar top and walked past Santana and out of the bar.
Sighing deeply and surrendering herself to the tirade she was going to receive she followed behind her girlfriend.
The journey to their apartment was a silent one. Brittany kept an almost palpable distance between them, filled with her anger and frustration towards Santana.
She knew tonight was important, and it wasn't like this had been the first date night she had been late for. Last week Santana hadn't even showed up.
All Brittany had gotten was a short apologetic text about having to work late and that she would make it up to her later, well it was later and Brittany was still waiting.
Brittany unlocked the door and walked into their little one bedroom apartment not bothering to hold the door for Santana.
Leaving the place in darkness she stomped into their bedroom stripped out of her tank top and skirt and hastily threw on some sweats and her UCLA hoodie.
Santana slowly walked into the room as Brittany flipped on the bedside lamp her back to Santana hands on her hips as she stared out the window. Santana leaned against the far wall her arms folded across her chest and counted down from three…
Three…
Two…
One…
With red rimmed eyes and tear stained cheeks Brittany faced a girl she no longer recognized.
Brittany took in a deep breath and let it out as a shaky sigh as tears continued to fall from her eyes.
Santana made a move to comfort her but Brittany took a step back and held her hand up, Santana stood frozen with bated breath for Brittany to say something, anything.
Even if she already knew what was going to come out of Brittany's mouth.
She still needed to hear it.
It was the reason she always had a duffel bag packed and stuffed in the back of their closet next to her work bag.
It was the reason only one name was on the lease of their apartment.
It was the reason they hadn't been intimate in nearly six months.
"Are you in love with me, Santana?"
And she didn't even have the guts to look her in the eyes when she remained silent.
a/n: Oh hi there, Bigby here, wondering if you would like to come on future au journey with me. Yes? Ok wonderful there's a review button somewhere around here I'd appreciate it if you would use it and come back real soon for chapter two.