Disclaimer: Don’t own. Just borrowing.
Summary: Love is…making her take her personal alarm when she jogs at night.
She probably shouldn’t worry so much.
Not so much because Brittany’s really badass when she wants to be and she’ll never forget how a 22 year old Brittany made Finn Hudson cry – finally – after he’d said that Santana had put on a little weight.
So what if it was that time of the month and Santana was really sensitive, he didn’t have to open up that gigantic black hole he calls a mouth.
So, if there’s one thing that Santana knows without hesitation it’s that Brittany S. Pierce is all kinds of fierce but…the world’s a scary place and so is New York at nighttime and Brittany’s late night jogging habits are totally getting old.
“Take this with you.”
“San, I’ve got my cell,” Brittany says, lacing up her sneakers.
“Just in case, okay?” Santana says, holding the small metallic device out to her again. “To make me feel better.”
“Fine,” Brittany sighs, taking the item, “But if it goes off and scares the crap outta me again…”
“It won’t. I got the short fixed,” Santana assures her, biting her lower lip anxiously but breathes easier when Brittany tucks the alarm into her the pocket of her shorts.
“I’ll be back soon,” her girlfriend murmurs, dropping a light kiss to her lips before darting out of the front door, down the steps and into the night…
…and Santana waits two minutes before hopping into their car, turning out the headlights and following after her.