AN: One word to explain my absence.

College.

Also typed on my iPhone because my laptop's a stubborn bitch.

Enjoy!

DISCLAIMER: I don't own Glee.

Santana shifts in her seat, tugging absentmindedly on the seat belt before taking her shurikens out of her belt and sharpening them

Quinn glances to the side, watching her friend for a moment.

"Santana, I think the stars are sharp enough."

The brunette in question glances up from the shining metal, and scowls,

"It can't hurt to be prepared, Fabray, fuck knows this is definitely a situation that requires it."

Quinn sighs and nudges on the accelerator, overtaking another car before answering,

"Yes, I agree, but if they aren't nice and slicey after you sharpened them 4 times in the past 10 minutes, they never will be."

Silence.

"Ugh, fine..."

Santana carefully slides the shurikens back into her belt, grumbling under her breath.

Quinn checks the time, and once again presses down on the accelerator.

The car skids to a stop on the driveway outside the cottage.

Stealth is kinda pointless if they know you're coming.

Santana is the first to jump out, hands twitching subconsciously towards her shurikens.

She bounces up and down on her toes repeatedly, shaking her arms and cricking her neck.

Quinn is slightly more composed, sliding out of the seat and checking her gun as she straightens up.

She watches Santana bounce on the spot for another minute, eyes narrowed.

"Santana, stop."

The brunette stops bouncing and snaps her head towards the blonde, suddenly remembering her presence.

Quinn continues, "We'll get her back, just calm down a little, you're no use to anyone when you're as twitchy as Sylvester when she first saw Schuester's hair."

Santana finally cracks a small smile, "She was pretty twitchy."

Quinn returns the grin, "We'll get Britt back, you can count on it honey."

Santana blinks, "I'll agree to calm down as long as you never call me honey again, I mean I always knew you had a thing for me Q, but I'm happily taken."

They begin to walk up the pathway around to the back of the house.

Quinn laughs, "Don't worry S, I prefer my brunettes a little shorter."

Santana almost trips when she realises what Quinn means,

"I KNEW IT!"

Jessie takes the safety off his gun and turns to survey his surroundings.

He is stood on the bridge, in the middle of a clearing which is surrounded by woodland.

He has men under the bridge, around the edge of the forest and on the bridge.

He won't be snuck up on.

Unlike his urchin of a father.

He looks at the mess of blonde hair that falls over Karofskys shoulder, the golden colour stained with red.

The guard in question readjusts the near-unconscious girl's weight against him, gripping her a little tighter when he feels her begin to slip slightly.

"Karofsky! Be careful with her, she needs to be conscious enough to whimper in pain."

The hulk of a man rolls his eyes slightly but does not respond.

They hear the screech of tires and the slam of car doors.

Jesse smirks.

Santana almost loses it as soon as she sets eyes on her fiancée.

Brittany is has bruises and cuts on every visible piece of skin, and Santana knows there is more hidden.

The only place on her that hasn't taken the same level of punishment is her face, but a split lip and a black eye still marr her features.

Blue eyes sparkle with recognition, but no words are spoken.

Brittany knows the level of the risk they are taking for her.

Santana and Quinn stride forward, matching glares on their faces as they attempt to exude the confidence they don't possess.

Jesse steps forward, holding out his hand for the files.

The two girls look at him, but don't move.

Jesse smiles slightly and moves to stand next to Brittany, prodding her on her wound causing her to cry out.

Santana's hands twitch, her jaw tightens and she takes a small step forwards, but stays where she is.

Quinn speaks up, "We have the information-" she holds up a pen drive "-but you need to give us Brittany first."

"Sorry ladies, I can't do that." He replies, now wiggling his fingers as he stretched his hand out once again.

"No. No Brittany, no files." Quinn repeats.

Jesse chuckles lowly, "Well then, Karofsky, if you would do the honours."

The bodyguard takes out his gun and holds it to Brittany's temple, his finger hovering over the trigger.

Santana begins to sweat.

Karofsky winks.

A shot is fired.

Santana watches as Karofsky pushes her fiancée towards her and points his gun at St James, firing off a shot before dropping and rolling behind a tree stump.

Santana catches Brittany and drags her into a ditch, withdrawing her gun and returning fire in the general direction of the trees.

"Britt? Britt baby I need you to open your eyes for me okay? I need to see your beautiful eyes again baby, please?"

Santana presses a hard kiss to almost unresponsive lips, hugging her tightly to her chest.

"Mmm... San?" The blonde girl slurs, obviously not completely awake.

Santana laughs a little, but their moment is interrupted by Quinn rolling into the ditch and reloading her gun as she kneels to return fire.

If she wasn't happily taken she'd probably find it kinda hot.

Retying her high pony, Quinn addresses her,

"There are about 3 in the woods, 2 under the bridge, and Jesse who has a handgun – he was shot but he was wearing Kevlar and it didn't kill him. Karofsky is still going strong but the element of surprise is gone and he may not be able to hold them off for much longer."

Santana ducks further down as a bullet whizzes past her ear, clipping the grass verge of the ditch and uprooting a chunk of earth as it goes.

"Backup is 7 minutes away; they had to park far away enough to not cause any suspicion on St James' part."

Santana nods, stroking Brittany's face and hair, and responds,

"We need to lure them into close contact, their big guns will be a liability and they won't want to shoot in case they hit each other. From the looks of 'em they can't fight for shit. We can take 5 in hand to hand.

Quinn bobs up and fires another shot, anxiously checking her rapidly depleting ammo,

"Make that 4."

Santana grins a little before giving her woozy fiancée her handgun,

"B, I'll be back real soon okay? But I'm giving you this in case you need it. I love you."

Brittany smiles in response, and puckers her lips, which Santana presses a chaste kiss against,

"I'll be back soon, fiancée."

She winks and then army crawls through the ditch towards the woods, knowing Quinn was taking care of the bridge.

Once she reaches trees, she climbs up into the branches, carefully slinking from tree to tree until she is above the first guard, who is knelt behind a log reloading his semi-automatic.

The branch snaps under her feet.

He looks up.

She lands on his face.

She slits his throat easily before dusting herself off and walking silently towards the next guard.

She sends a shuriken into his back and strides forward to catch him before he falls on the ground, making a thump that would alert even the most idiotic of people to ever be given a gun (see: Finn Hudson).

Realizing there are no more guards in the woods, she spots St James running across the clearing to the road.

Santana breaks into a hard sprint, feet barely touching the ground as she hurtles towards the man who almost killed her fiancée.

Her Brittany.

He hears her approaching and turns, withdrawing his handgun which she promptly gets rid of with a sharp kick.

She follows up with a punch to his pretty face, and feels a smug satisfaction when she sees bruises begin to form.

Her brief feeling of happiness is obliterated when he draws a knife.

And seems to actually know what he's doing.

The metal glints as it flies in an arc towards her face, and before she realizes it, she's raising her arm to block the slash.

She hisses as she feels the steel slice through her suit and then her flesh.

Note to self: Knives are sharp; don't try to block them with body parts.

She falls backwards, but swipes his legs out from under him as he advances on her, allowing her to stand up again and regain her balance.

She pulls a shuriken and is about to throw it when she hears the crisp click of a gun being armed, and looks up into the barrel of the handgun she thought she had kicked out of his reach.

Evidently not.

Jesse's finger twitches on the trigger, and a smile forms on his face.

"You should've just given me the files... why are you laughing?"

He feels heavy breaths in his ear just as he feels the cold metal of a gun being pressed to his temple,

"You know, I really hate it when people threaten my fiancée, it makes me feel all icky inside and I get pissed off, so yeah, don't."

The trigger is pulled.

After pulling the trigger, Brittany collapses to the floor, exhausted and in pain.

Quinn and Karofsky jog up to them just as Santana is picking Brittany up bridle style.

Neither seem to be badly hurt, though Quinn has a gash on her cheek and Karofsky is moving with a slight limp.

Santana looks up in acknowledgment,

"Agent Karofsky, thanks for saving our asses."

The man smiled a little, grimacing as he adjusts his weight from one leg to another.

"Believe me, it was my pleasure, St James was a first class douchebag."

Santana felt a hand delicately trace her bicep, where it was bulging from carrying Brittany's weight.

The girl in question was running her hand up and down the muscle, a look of unmistakable lust in her already hazy eyes,

"Mmmm, San, you're so strong. We never celebrated the whole en-engagement thing..."

Brittany stammers through her words with frequent yawns, making Santana chuckle and Brittany pout.

"Baby, as much as I would love to get re-acquainted with my sexy fiancée, something tells me she's a little tired and could do with some pain meds. Am I right?"

She doesn't receive a response and looks down to see a slumbering Brittany lightly snoring against her shoulder.

They begin walking back to the car, and Karofsky reminds her of another person who could do with a good nap and some medication,

"Hey, you get sliced? That's a pretty nasty cut you got there."

Santana looks down in confusion, seeing the large, deep cut across her forearm.

As if it senses her eyes on it, a sharp pain flashes through her arm.

"Owww, ow ow ow. Fuck that hurts."

Quinn, having finished bandaging her own cut, laughs,

"No shit Sherlock, you got cut by a serrated blade, it isn't going to feel like a feather's soft caress."

"Ugh, asshole, I'm in pain." Santana attempts to pout to convey her seriousness.

Quinn just laughs,

"Sorry, only Britt can pull that off."

Santana hisses again as she adjusts Brittany, and Karofsky takes longer steps to walk next to her,

"I could carry her, if you're in pain?"

Santana smiles but declines,

"Don't think I haven't noticed your limp, Dave, you'd struggle as well. Thanks though."

Karofsky nods and drops back to talk to Quinn.

Santana tunes them out as they stumble back to the car, she knew Karofsky would've been able to carry her fiancée much easier.

She doesn't want to let her go ever again.

Brittany wakes once more in the back of an ambulance.

She looks to the side and sees Santana watching her,

"Creeper."

"It isn't creeping if you like it."

"Who says I like it?"

"The big-ass grin on your face."

Brittany concedes defeat and laughs softly, regretting it instantly as pain immediately flares up in her side.

Not wanting Santana to notice her wince, she asks,

"When did the ambulance get here?"

Santana's eyes narrow a little,

"The ambulance and the rest of back up arrived 10 minutes later than they should have."

She raises her voice at the end of the sentence, obviously directing them at the driver.

He doesn't respond.

Santana rolls her eyes,

"They turned up – all guns fucking blazing – in full gear, only to see us four waiting at the car; Karofsky massaging his leg, Quinn bleeding all over her face through a bandage, and me holding you up while dripping blood from my almost severed arm. You know what they say? They say, 'Sorry, we hit traffic.'"

Brittany giggles a little, and Santana's eyes soften at the sound, until the blonde hisses in pain,

"Oww, laughing hurts."

Santana frowns,

"You have a hole in your side, everything will hurt, just try not to move baby, I'll get some more painkillers."

As the brunette reaches for the button, Brittany registers her earlier words,

"Wait... what do you mean your severed arm? Did he hurt you? I'm so sorry I didn't get there sooner, San."

Santana shakes her head and holds out her forearm,

"It's nothing serious, just a cut, I was exaggerating a little."

Brittany inspects the wound,

"The edges look nasty, you're going to scar."

Santana grimaces,

"Eww, that's gro-"

"Good thing I find scars sexy then."

The brunette's eyes widen,

"O-Okay then, that's-that's good."

Brittany tilts her head up,

"Mhmm, very good, you know what? My tummy hurts again, gimme a kiss to make it better?"

Santana complies, joining their lips in a soft kiss.

At least it's soft until Brittany responds.

The blonde sucks Santana's bottom lip in between her own and nibbles it, smiling into the kiss when she hears her fiancée whimper.

She reaches up and is about to deepen the kiss further when they feel the ambulance stop and the doors open, Quinn stepping inside,

"Oh my God, you two never stop do you?"

Brittany detaches herself from Santana and replies,

"Nope."

AN: Gonna be another chapter, to tie things up and then maybe a few one-shots in this universe :D

If there is anybody still reading this – I would actually hug you by the way – I thank you for your patience and hope you enjoyed it :)