A/N

I have a huge writers block.

Later that evening, the sound of stumbling feet and moans of pleasure could be heard in the hall. Callie cursed silently, as she, once again, almost fell down the stairs, when Arizona sucked on a sensitive spot on her neck. "Why did we take the stairs again?"

"Because the lift was taking forever, and I want you now," the blonde growled out, while still biting and sucking on Callie's neck.

Once they were on their floor, Callie grabbed Arizona's shoulders and pushed her against the wall next to their door. She looked in her lover's eyes for a millisecond, before kissing her harshly. The blonde moaned loudly when Callie slipped her tongue in her mouth and she sucked on the brunette's lower lip, while groping the Latina undisturbed.

"Can we please continue this inside?" Callie asked, when they parted in the need of air.

Arizona was already back to the Latina's neck, but managed to answer her wife, "What about Santana? Sofia?"

And this was one of those moments, where Callie really regretted taking Santana in. "She's probably in her room. Sofia is asleep. All we have to do is to get to our room, then we'll be fine." Powering her statement, she kissed Arizona on the mouth again, lifting her leg between the blonde's, and made her moan again.

"Fine," Arizona breathed out.

Callie grabbed the key out of her purse, quickly unlocking the door.

On the other side of the door, Santana was seated on the couch, with Sofia in her lap. The toddler was giggling at some green monster falling down in a garbage can, making Santana smile at her. She was really confused about why someone would still air kids shows at nine thirty in the evening, though.

She heard some sounds coming from the hall, but she was used to it. Mark Sloan often brought someone home with him, not caring if they were being loud, so she knew not to think anything of it.

Maybe she should have, though, as a moment later the door opened, revealing two very horny women, who were making out, not noticing the young Latinas. Santana figured that if she held still, they wouldn't notice her, and then they would just go to their room, before clothes started coming off.

Yeah, she wasn't that lucky tonight.

She yelped when Arizona took off Callie's shirt, and stopped them before anything else could come off. "Stop! My eyes! It burns!" she yelled dramatically, putting her hands over her eyes. "Sofia, save yourself!" While she said that, she hid the toddler under a blanket, immediately covering her own eyes again after that.

Then they all just stood – and sat – there, staring at each other, Callie and Arizona panting heavily. The blonde cleared her throat awkwardly. Then they all stared some more.

"Can I open my eyes again?"

Callie rolled her eyes, "Yes, you can." She put on her shirt again and fixed her hair a bit. Santana opened her eyes cautiously, and pulled out Sofia from under the blanket, glaring at the couple.

"Well, this is awkward…" Arizona said, laughing dryly. The eldest Latinas hummed in agreement, while Sofia had already turned back to the TV, babbling along to her favorite TV show.

"Well, are you going to go to your room?" Santana asked, when no one moved for a minute.

"Uhm…" Callie looked around the apartment, not knowing if they should or shouldn't.

"Just be quiet," Santana grumbled, snuggling in the cushions of the sofa.

Arizona didn't give Callie time to think about that option, or Santana to retract her offer, as she ran into their bedroom, dragging her wife behind her.

As soon as their door was closed, Santana could hear giggling and moans coming from the other room almost immediately. She rolled her eyes and turned up the volume of the TV.

Santana jumped when the locker next to her was slammed shut. She looked to the side, only to find the same bitch as yesterday there. The brunette smirked at her, making the Latina roll her eyes.

"What do you want, Bitchface?"

Chelsea didn't seem to be affected by the Latina's tone or nickname. "I didn't see you at the party last night. Were you too scared?" she asked with a mock pout.

Santana now slammed her own locker shut too. She smiled at the brunette sweetly, "I was babysitting. You'll have to wait till next time to go down." She turned around and walked away in the opposite direction. "Do you need something?" the Latina asked, when she noticed Chelsea was following her.

"I don't know. Do I? I mean, I'm on top of this school, I got the hottest boyfriend of all and you are too scared to fight me. Nope, I pretty much have it all," Chelsea said, still smirking.

Santana stopped abruptly and turned around to face the brunette, "I told you I was babysitting," she said, pushing the brunette's shoulder with her right arm.

Chelsea scoffed, slapping away the Latina's hand. "Yeah, sure," she said sarcastically.

The Latina sighed impatiently, tapping her foot on the ground. "Listen, you're really testing my patience here. If you want to taste my fist, just say so," she spit at the brunette.

"Hey, what's going on?"

"Move along, Blondie. This is none of your business," Chelsea said to Brittany, not taking her eyes off Santana.

Brittany didn't move, "Santana is my friend, so that makes this my business."

Santana turned to look at the blonde, her features softening, "Come on, Britt, she isn't worth it."

"Yeah, Britt, listen to your girlfriend."

They both ignored her, walking away.

Maybe, if it was said a bit quieter, Santana wouldn't have heard it, but it was like the brunette was just asking for it. Maybe that's why she said it loud enough for the Latina to hear, "Stupid bitch."

That set Santana off. She may not have known the blonde that long, but she knew they were friends. And the Latina always got protective over her friends.

So she turned around and punched the girl square in the face.

Arizona sighed tiredly as she made her way over to the patient's room. Callie had really worn her out, last night.

She smiled, however, when she saw said Latina standing next to the patient's bed, and that smile only got wider when she realized they were finally on a case together again. Her smile didn't last that long, though, when she recognized another Latina in the room.

She took a look at the patient's face and immediately noticed the broken nose. She then looked at the other girl in the room, noticing the bruised knuckles of her right arm and her red face.

"Santana? Did you do this?" she asked incredulously. Santana just gave her a sheepish look and a shrug of her shoulders.

"Isn't there a teacher somewhere? You can't be here alone," Callie said.

"Mr. Schue is filling in some papers, and I guess Brittany went with him."

Callie nodded, while Arizona ordered Lexie to give the injured girl some painkillers.

Th eldest Latina turned to Chelsea, "I know a broken nose isn't a pleasure, so I'll try to be as quick as possible. This-"

"Wait, I broke her nose?" Santana interrupted with a proud expression on her face. "Told you I wasn't scared," she continued, this time to Chelsea.

Chelsea glared at the young Latina, "You came out of nowhere, there wasn't a chance in hell I could have seen that coming, you bitch!"

Santana looked ready to jump on the brunette's bed to finish what she started, but Arizona had already grabbed her arm, preventing that from happening.

"Mind your language, please. This bitch happens to be my niece, so I'd be nicer if I were you," Callie warned.

Chelsea just huffed in response, choosing to ignore the smug look on the younger Latina's face.

"As I was saying, this is probably going to hurt, since I have to manipulate your nose back into place, but that's pretty much it. After that I'll just do a quick exam to see if everything is intact, but then you're free to home or back to school, or whatever," Callie trailed off.

Arizona let go of Santana's arm, ushering er out the door. "You can wait outside."

Santana put her hands on the door frame, insisting she saw this. "What? Why? I want to watch."

"Get out!" Chelsea yelled.

When Arizona gave the young Latina another stern look, Santana just huffed and got out of the room.

She had been sitting against a wall for a minute, when she saw Brittany and Mr. Schue heading her way. She grimaced when she noticed the teacher wasn't looking as pleased as her. "Look, Mr. Schue, I can explain. She was provoking me. She made fun of Brittany and what was I supposed to do? Just let her get away with it?"

Schuester sighed, "Look, I know teenagers are all about defending honors, but you can't just fight people on your second day here. You can prepare yourself for at least a few weeks detention."

Santana sighed, too, and turned to Brittany, who now sat next to her. "Callie is fixing her nose. If you were here a minute earlier, you could have heard her scream," she said, grinning.

Brittany ignored that last comment and smiled at the raven-haired girl, "Thank you, for what you did. No one has ever done that for me."

Santana simply shrugged, "I wasn't about to let her get away with insulting you. Besides, it was her own fault, she was asking for it the whole time."

"Why did we have to come with them, though?" the blonde asked, confused. Santana just shrugged, not knowing either. They were sitting there silently, when Arizona opened the door, and Chelsea and Callie both came out of the room too. The young brunette went to stand next to Mr. Schue, glaring at Santana while passing her.

Callie turned to their teacher, "You all are free to leave now." She then turned to Chelsea, "We taped your nose, so it stays in place, but make sure you keep it on a while."

They all said their goodbyes, and then the teenagers plus teacher were gone.

Callie turned to Arizona, smiling, "It was a pleasure working with you, Dr. Robbins," she said, giving her a chaste kiss on the lips. "I'll see you at home," she whispered.

The blonde watched her wife's back until she disappeared in the elevator.

"What the hell were you thinking?" Callie yelled at Santana.

Santana sighed, rolling her eyes. She was asked that question a few times today already, and now she was getting tired of having to answer it every single time. "Look, she was pissing me off. She kept on saying I was scared of her, just because I didn't go to a party last night, and then she insulted Brittany. What would you do?"

Callie seemed to ponder that for a second, "You got a point there. But still..."

They both turned their heads when they heard the front door open. Arizona smiled at the two of them, and walked over to her wife to give her a kiss. Santana saw that as a chance to escape and quickly ran to her room.

"We are not done talking!" Callie yelled after her, but soon directed all of her attention back to her wife. "How was your day, my fine lady?"

The blonde gave her another kiss. "Fine. I do have to say, I had this very fun case to work on today, even though it only lasted ten minutes," she said smiling at her lover.

"Care to explain?"

"Well, there isn't much to explain really. I just got to watch a very hot Latina fix a nose."

Callie smiled at her wife, "You did, huh? Want to give me a name? I'd like to see who my competition is."

The blonde placed her hands on her wife's hips, pulling her body closer to her own. "I didn't quite catch her name, but she had a body to die for, with these delicious curves," she said, squeezing the Latina's hips. "She also has gorgeous hair and dark brown eyes, that can look right into your soul, and when she smiles, you can just feel the room brighten."

"I love you so much," Callie said with adoration visible in her eyes.

"I love you more."

Santana pulled her headphones out of her ear, when she felt her phone buzz. She unlocked it and saw she had a message from an unknown number.

Curious, she opened the text.

Unknown number: Hey, once again: thank you for earlier :) You're my hero xx -Brittany

Santana immediately saved the number in her contacts.

To Brittany: Again: no problem :) How did you get my number though?

From Brittany: It's on facebook. Maybe you shouldn't put such information there. xx

To Brittany: Why's that?

From Brittany: I could be a pedophile xx

That had Santana laughing out loud.

To Brittany: Yeah, sure ;)

From Brittany: See you tomorrow? xx

To Brittany: Of course

A/N2

Special thanks to AZFan for helping me with the medical stuff :)

Love y'all :)