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Back to Rosewood || Emtana

Tagging: Santana Lopez and Emily Fields

Location: Rosewood, PA

Timeframe: Labor Day Weekend

Notes: Due to Emily's accident, Santana and Emily take a trip to Rosewood so Emily can reconnect with family.

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The Binder || Emtana

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Santana leaned her head back and kissed Emily’s pout. There was no denying that Santana was completely smitten; even Emily’s pouting lips made Santana’s heart flutter. “Oh come on,” she started, flipping open the cover of the binder, “It can’t be that bad.” Santana’s attention quickly shifted to the pages in her lap. It was a collage of different bouquets, cakes, dresses and centerpieces. Santana’s brows rose in surprise and a soft huff of laughter billowed out before her bubbling laugh grew. “Aw, baby!” She ran her fingers over the different cutouts, her smile beaming wide. “Em, this is adorable,” she declared, flipping through the pages until she came to the end. The last page was a photo of them, their heads bowed, foreheads pressed together, both smiling like fools. It was the same photo that Santana had in her nightstand drawer, corners tattered from years of being handled. But this version of the photo was surrounded by small cutouts of island snapshots. And written beneath the photo, in Emily’s loopy scrawl, were the words “One Day.” Santana stayed on that page for a few moments, her heart hammering and tears prickling behind her eyes. “Em,” she whispered, craning her neck back. She tangled her right hand in Emily’s hair and forced their lips together in a kiss of intense yearning. This was her Emily. Forever.

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Emily returned that first kiss with probably a little more passion than normal. She knew what they were about to look at. Santana was probably under the impression it was a scrapbook of incredibly stupid things she managed to get herself into as a child. Those photos will never find their way into Santana's hands if she had any say in the matter. She sighed, her attention following Santana's as she looked at old familiar photos. Her mom helped her start the binder when she was a little girl. They'd spend hours with old bridal magazines, cutting them up, searching for the very best bouquet or cake before strategically laying them out on the special paper. A light tint covered her cheeks at Santana's declaration. Even though Santana flipped past the page, it was still burned in her mind. It had Bridesmaids scrawled on top with a picture of Spencer, Aria, and Hanna underneath. Various fabric swatches were next to it. The following page was a photo of her parents at their wedding. Those photos only left her mind's eye when she heard Santana whisper again. She smiled through teary eyes at the sight of that photo and suddenly Santana's lips were on hers. She kissed her back with equal intensity, and after a few moments she pulled away, here eyes locked with Santana's for a moment before turning back to the photo. Her fingers grazed over the photo of them with a smile on her face before they drifted to the edge, grabbing the exact amount of pages to flip to the spread that was of her friends and family. She stared at the photos for what seemed like ages. "I have to go home."

#para #binder

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The Binder || Emtana

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With a wry smile, Santana sat back on her heels. The binder was once again in her possession and she wasn’t going to let the opportunity pass her by a second time. “Turn abouts fair play, Em,” she shrugged with a smug smile. Santana shifted, turning around so that Emily’s long legs were around her and she could lean her head back against Emily’s good shoulder. “Let’s be real, I’m gonna open it. But just out of curiosity, what’s so secretive in here?” Santana ran her hand over the cover of the binder, her fingertips teasing the edge with impatience.

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Emily groaned. She knew she had lost this one. She slipped her legs around Santana's waist, and with the toned muscles she still had she pulled her girlfriend's small frame into her body. She hooked her chin over Santana's shoulder and she let a small pout cover her lips. "I started this binder when I was a little girl. And then I stopped for a while because... well because of being gay. And then as I got older because I realized it was okay and all that shit...." she said, trailing off. "So go ahead, open it."

#para #binder

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The Binder || Emtana

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Santana’s neck was definitely her weak spot and Emily took advantage of that knowledge. The soft grazing of Emily’s fingertips made Santana’s eyes flutter shut and Emily’s husky voice had Santana’s tongue darting out to wet her bottom lip. She wanted Emily more than anything, but her current condition prohibited their usual raucous activity.

Santana cleared her throat and opened her eyes to find that Emily’s attention was intensely focused on the binder. “You ass,” Santana declared before letting out a low mewl as Emily bit down on her neck. The loving assault on her sensitive skin caused Santana’s arm to relax enough for Emily to make her move. The binder was stolen and Emily dashed back to the bed faster than Santana could react.

"Wow, Emmy. Did you just use foreplay to distract me?" Santana’s brows rose in surprise as she sauntered toward the bed. Emily had stashed the now coveted binder underneath her hips; a place Santana wasn’t afraid to explore. "You know," she started, climbing onto the bed and opening Emily’s legs to fit their pelvises together, "It’s not nice to tease like that. Never leave a woman hanging." Santana’s hands found their way beneath Emily’s shirt to trace long, lean abs. "Especially not the woman taking care of you." She dipped her head and peppered Emily’s torso with kisses, her hands slipping down near Emily’s ass with one goal in mind.

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Emily pulled the binder from Santana's grasp with a giggle, spinning on her heel and running back to the bed. She fit herself back into the now fallen pillow fort with a proud grin. The binder was slipped under her and she pretended to make herself comfortable on top of it, but slipping a little as she did so.

Emily grinned back at Santana, her eyes raking over the body moving perfectly in front of her before she remembered she had to respond. "No, baby. I'd never do such a thing," she responded innocently as Santana made her way onto the bed. It's not like Emily actually thought she'd ever win this battle, but if she did manage to distract her girlfriend long enough she'd be able to find somewhere to store it, or destroy it, before she ever got the cover opened. "I used foreplay to get your sexy self into bed," she said with a shrug.

Watching Santana crawl towards her, she willingly opened her legs as Santana made herself comfortable there. Her hand found its way into Santana's hair, her small nails beginning to massage her scalp. A soft hum escaped her throat as she felt the light kisses. "But, you're probably right. I should be res-" It took her half a second to realize that the binder had been slipped out from under her and back into Santana's grasp.

#binder #para

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The Binder || Emtana

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It had taken nearly three days to figure out a comfortable position for Emily to rest in while she was awake. She was restless and bored, but Santana promised to keep her company. It was because of this promise, and Emily’s incessant attempts at escaping bed to pack, that Santana built the leaning tower of pillows fort. Emily was nestled between various plush pillows as if she were sinking into a marshmallow sea. The sight alone had Santana smiling as she skimmed over the bookcase and tossed old, unwanted, or duplicate copies of anything into donation boxes.

"You’ve seen this episode like 20 times, babe. Dude kills girl, girl’s sister poses as dead girl and comes back to scare the shit outta killer dude," she summarized as Emily settled on an episode of Criminal Minds. How Emily could watch the same episodes over and over, Santana would never understand. But Emily seemed content in re-watching the episode. That was until Santana’s fingers ghosted over the light pink binding of an unfamiliar folder.

Santana could hear the slight alarm in Emily’s voice. She had unintentionally stumbled upon something Emily desperately wanted to hide.

"Well we should probably file them somewhere. Or get them framed if it’s your diploma," Santana offered, knowing full well that Emily was lying through her teeth.

She had her back turned to the bed, her attention focused on the hefty binder in her hand. So when Emily reached around her to grab the book, Santana shifted and held it away from Emily’s grasp.

"Now really, Em. You’re supposed to be resting. Get that sexy ass back in bed. I’ll be sure to sort all these papers out,” Santana countered, a look of smug satisfaction settling on her face. Santana’s grip tightened on the binder as Emily once again lurched forward to confiscate the hidden treasure.

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Emily paused for a moment, thinking. "I really need to find my diploma...." she said under her breath as she tried to remember the location of her bachelor's degree. It definitely never made its way into a frame to join her wall of photos.

Emily's eyes narrowed when Santana moved it away from her again. She lightly ran her finger tips along the back of the girl's neck as she pulled her hair to the side. Leaning in, she placed a soft, open-mouthed kiss to her neck, just above her pulse point. "You could stop packing and join my sexy ass back in bed," she hummed, her good arm travelling down Santana's side to rest firmly on her hip, making sure to allow her fingers to graze some skin.

Her eyes, however, were trained on the pink binder, which she was now cursing herself for leaving out in the open. Or keeping. Or making to begin with. This was never a binder Santana was supposed to find, and Emily wasn't sure if it would prompt a complete freak out or endless mockery.

With a few more kisses to Santana's neck, and a small mark left when she couldn't resist the opportunity, Emily slowly let go of Santana's hip and closed around the binder, ready to make an escape.

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The Binder || Emtana

Emily was propped up in bed, what had to be at least eight pillows surrounding her in a makeshift chair and armrest Santana had created after they woke up. She flipped through a few more cable channels before switching back to her DVR for more Criminal Minds. She groaned as she tried to settle back into the pillows more, but her eyes wandered around the apartment before they settled on her girlfriend.

Santana was standing at a bookshelf about fifteen feet away, most likely looking through for any duplicates in books or DVDs that they could get rid of before moving into a new place, whenever they managed to find one that the two could agree upon. Then Santana's hand drifted farther to the edge, going over a few textbooks that she knew she would still reference from time to time and stopping at an unmarked, pink binder.

"Baby, those are just some papers from my first year of my masters," she called to Santana, hoping she would skip over it and not think of it again. But of course Santana was Santana, and Emily watched her fingers close around the spine of the binder and slowly pull it out of the shelf. "No, no, no," she whispered, pulling herself out of her pillow cocoon, ignoring the doctors orders of a few more days of bed rest, and toward her girlfriend. "I'll take tha..." she said as she reached over Santana's shoulder with her good arm in attempt to sneak the binder away, only to have it snatched away.

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To the Moon and Back || Emtana

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They had known each other long enough that Santana could decipher any one of Emily’s minute movements. Like the slight shift of her brow in confusion, the graze of her tongue across her bottom lip in arousal, a barely noticeable flinch with pain, and biting her lip in embarrassment. She could tell from Emily’s slight rambling that there was too much running through her mind.

Santana reached forward, cupping Emily’s neck and stroking her thumb just behind Emily’s ear. It had always been a pseudo pressure point for Emily. During finals, when Emily chose studying over sleep and worked herself up into a ball of anxiety, Santana would slip in behind her and rub her neck. It was a calming effect; one that relaxed Emily enough to settle. Like every time before, stroking the sensitive spot proved victorious and Emily hummed in satisfaction.

Once Emily seemed calm enough, Santana shifted. Carefully, she nestled against Emily’s side, still maintaining contact with the relieving spot. “Are you asking me to move in with you?” Santana’s voice was cotton soft as her words ghosted across Emily’s cheek. “Because if you are, then my answer is yes.” She nudged her nose against Emily’s cheekbone, marveling in the grateful sigh that was released from Emily’s lungs. “But just out of curiosity,” she continued, a smile blooming over her lips, “exactly how long have you been wanting to ask me that?”

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Mere seconds into the small massage, Emily found herself relaxing into Santana's touch. Her cheek turned to rest on the top of Santana's wrist and a small smile began to cover her features. Even after all of these years Emily was still in awe by how easily that touch calmed her, and only Santana could ever find it. Only Santana would ever have the opportunity to find it, if Emily had her way.

It almost seemed as though nothing had changed between the two even after all those years, but on closer inspection it was clear that they had both changed and grown. There was even more appreciation and desire for the other than their ever had been - "Absence makes the heart grow fonder" had a strong case with these two. They had both grown, they had both matured, and they had both learned what it was like without the other.

Emily gave a small nod, careful not to move too much out of fear that Santana's small massage would stop. Her smile grew with her girlfriend's response and she turned to look at her, kissing the palm of her hand that had been on her neck. "Two and a half months," she said shyly, nuzzling her cheek into Santana's palm. "I don't care if its my place or your place or if we go find a new one together. I just want it to be us together somewhere," she continued, her voice soft.

#para #moon and back

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To the Moon and Back || Emtana

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Santana released a heavy breath. She was still extraordinarily pissed off at Karofsky for falling down on the job. Sure, police business was dangerous, but the point of partners is to protect one another. Something Dave had fucked up on. With a roll of her eyes, Santana begrudgingly nodded an ok. Emily had the uncanny ability to make Santana do whatever she said.

"I’m still pissed at him though," she grumbled, leaning over the bed to place a soft kiss to Emily’s lips.

If Santana didn’t have the Lopez willpower, she would have proposed in the hospital room. But beeping monitors and stiff sheets didn’t quite set the mood she was looking for. Instead, Santana resolved to holding onto the ring until the two of them could be at home. Their home. Where they belonged all along.

"So when can I spring you from this joint?" Santana teased, setting her purse on the visitor chair before slipping off her heels. She didn’t even wait for Emily to respond before climbing up onto the bed and straddling her girlfriend’s hips. "Because, no offense Em, but this hotel just isn’t cutting it for me." Santana winked, leaning down and bracing her weight on her arms anchored on either side of Emily’s head. "I only want the best," she whispered before once again capturing Emily’s lips.

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A satisfied smirk pulled at Emily's lips with that small nod. She definitely still had the trick. She was still grinning when Santana's lips hit hers. She kissed her softly through the smile, one hand reaching up to lightly graze her cheek. "I know," she said. She knew how hard it was for Santana to forgive anyone once they got a black mark in her book.

Emily's eyes stayed glued to Santana, using her as a distraction to the pain in her shoulder that seemed to radiate down her arm. It was worth it for no pain meds; this way she had control over which thoughts became vocalized. She watched every move, every muscle that tightened or relaxed, even if it's just a smile. This woman was graceful, even just the smallest reflexes. Emily was transfixed on the woman.

Emily's good arm guided Santana onto her, not questioning and her smile not faltering. She squeezed Santana's hip and smiled at her, chuckling softly before kissing her. She hummed against her lips and pulled back from her. "Well, if we keep this up maybe they'll kick me out soon," she joked. "They said tomorrow, but I really want to see if they'll let me go today," she said softly, rubbing circles on Santana's hip bone. "Baby? When we go home... can we go to the same home? Stop this game of pretending that aren't living together and actually live together?" she asked. Okay, so maybe she didn't have complete control over what she verbalized. "I just... we haven't spent a night apart in ages but we each still have our own place even though we lived together for almost a year. I just want to know that I'm coming home to you every night," she said, then bit her lip to shut herself up.

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To the Moon and Back || Emtana

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Santana had left at daybreak. Emily was in a deep sleep and didn’t even wake up as Santana scribbled a quick note. The photo was one of her favorites; one she could never part with, which was why it was still in her wallet after all their years apart. But today it served as a cute makeshift post-it.

After swinging by her apartment for a quick shower and a wardrobe change, Santana plodded into Scandals. She scanned the bar, making a mental inventory. Fortunately Puck had actually managed to shut the place down correctly without any damage or destruction. Maybe he wasn’t such an idiot after all.

Her steps across the floor echoed within the empty room. Puck probably crashed after handling the place solo, and he deserved a bit of rest. Instead of dragging his ass down to help with the morning set up, she did it herself. Without customers bugging her or Puck’s exhausting sexual commentary, Santana was able to race through the little work she had. When she finished the finance spreadsheet, Santana leaned back in her chair. She didn’t want to be there; she wanted to be with Emily.

Just thinking her girlfriend’s name made Santana’s heart twitch. Her eyes automatically snapped to the top right drawer of her desk, the one that had been locked for years. Santana sat upright, combing her fingers through her hair. She bit her lip nervously, the beating of her heart hammering in her ears. After fishing her keys from the bottom of her purse, she clicked open the locked drawer.

It was still there; the same midnight blue box she had kept hidden for so long. Santana brushed her fingers over the top, its velvety softness tugging her lips into a smile. She toyed with it, tipping it from side to side before finally picking it up.

The gruff creak of the hinge threw her back in time.

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"You don’t like it?" Santana worries, monitoring honeycomb eyebrows furrowed over hazel eyes.

"San." Quinn’s gaze is focused on the simple ring pinched between Santana’s fingers.

"It’s meteorite," Santana explains, already aware that Quinn is guessing at the components. "With a tiny diamond," she adds, letting Quinn hold the precious jewelry and inspect it closely. "Em and I used to stargaze on the roof of Bentley Hall…among other things." Santana mumbled the last part, smiling to herself with the memories of Emily’s trembling body beneath her own. During summer they didn’t even need the warmth of a blanket; the inky night was enough to keep their nude bodies hidden from any lurking Hollis peers.

Quinn looks from the ring to Santana, her eyes skeptical. “You’re serious, aren’t you?”

Santana’s tongue darts out, wetting her lips, before she nods. “I’ve never been sure of anything in my entire life. But I’m sure about this; about being with Em.” She pauses a moment before looking into Quinn’s eyes. “She’s the one, Quinn. I mean it when I say I’d go to the ends of the Earth for her. To the ends of the universe, even.” Santana’s fingers sweep over the ring before rolling it into her palm. “She’s kinda like a meteor, y’know. She crash-landed into my life and I’ll never be able to erase that mark.” Her voice is almost inaudible, as if speaking to herself instead of her best friend. “I don’t ever want to.”

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The vibration of her phone on the wooden desk roused Santana from her reverie. She blinked, snapping the velvet box closed.

Text from: Puckerman

-‘how’s the wife?’

Santana’s face cracked into a broad smile. She swiped her fingers across the screen, tapping the send button with a little extra confidence.

Test from: Santana

- I owe you for last night…she’s a trooper : )

Without hesitation, Santana tucked the ring box into her purse and closed the drawer.

It took her forty-five minutes to get to the hospital. The streets of New York weren’t kind at any hour, but after work on a Friday was the worst.

After finding a parking spot in the boonies and waiting for two rounds of elevators, Santana finally made it to Emily’s room. She could hear Em’s voice working at top speed, but all she could hear was the rushing of her own pulse. Before she could even respond, not having processed anything Emily had said, Santana was pulled into a soft, sweet kiss.

Santana hummed, the pressure of Emily’s lips against her own settling her nerves.

“Better now,” Santana hummed, slowly opening her eyes to peek beneath her lashes. The pressure of Emily’s lips against her own had a settling power. But one look into Emily’s eyes caused Santana’s pulse to quicken. At least I’m not the one hooked up to the heart monitor, she thought, a knowing smile playing on her lips. She was sure the ring would magically jump out of her purse and present itself at any moment. Santana clutched her purse closer to her body, pulled the visitor chair next to the bed, and took hold of Emily’s hand. Her thumb gently stroked over each of Emily’s knuckles before she followed each caress with a kiss. “I love you,” she whispered, sealing the promise each time her lips met Emily’s skin.

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That simple 'I love you' was far from simple. It never was with the two of them. She fell for the girl quickly, but there was a definite moment of realization, at least for Emily. Maybe it was the picture, maybe it was laying in a hospital bed, or just finally having Santana to herself. Her girlfriend. No wonders, no A, no college. Just them and real life.

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It was freshman year. They had only been dating a few months, maybe six. They were out with a group, Spencer had come into town on her spring break and just about everyone was there, which was unusual. Quinn, Aria, Ezra, Hanna, Caleb, and Spencer. And Santana was being her usual self, a guard up and acting like the bad ass she tried to be. Emily knew that some of the girls were concerned about her choice of women, but then there was that look. Santana had looked at her and Emily saw straight through the walls in one look. Even the girls had commented on it.

Then, later that night, they went to the roof of Bentley Hall and stayed there for the majority of the night, cuddling, talking, and star gazing. And there was a moment when Emily looked over a sleepy Santana who was spread out on her back, Emily curled into her side and her head resting on her chest. She wasn't listening to what Santana was saying about the stars or the origin or the back story of them. She noticed how when their breaths were timed to each other's, she felt her own heart flutter each time she inhaled and the air was laced with Santana's scent. Or how the undertones of Santana's voice resonated in her chest and Emily felt like she could learn whatever she desired about the other girl if she just stayed where she was.

Partway through the night, Emily got a text from Hanna:

We were so wrong. The way that girl looks at you... Not to mention the way you look at her. We've never seen you this happy.

Emily, of course, hadn't read it until she had dragged herself back to her dorm as the sun was coming up. But that text, that night, solidified the amazingly horrifying realization. Emily Fields had fallen in love with Santana Lopez. Maybe it wasn't that night, but that was when she realized.

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"I love you, Tanny. And I can't believe you didn't shut me up last night," she teased. "David told me everything I said. He also told me you were pretty upset with him. Baby, it wasn't his fault. I'm the fastest person on the force. No one can keep up with me." Emily's eyes were searching Santana's. "But I'm okay. And I'm here. And I love you and we have a month and a half of me not working and just... being us? Like when we went to Florida only longer. And no beach."

Emily sighed, knowing she was rambling. "Davey's been the only person I let in since... we graduated. He brought me back to you. Twice." She brought their joined hands and kissed the back of Santana's had. "I know you're doing your protective thing and I love you so much for it, but please. Try to forgive him?" It was a simple request, but Emily knew it was more than that. She knew Santana, and she knew that this little mishap almost separated them again. And this time nothing could have brought them back together.

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To the Moon and Back || Emtana

Emily had awoken that morning without the familiar warmth curled against her. Even through the pain med haze, she was able to remember that yes, she had fallen asleep next to Santana the night before. What had shocked her when she opened her eyes was the fact that she was not in Santana's bedroom or her own apartment, and it took about thirty seconds for Emily to finally realize that she was in the hospital and why.

She felt numb. Almost as though she was floating, but she attributed that to the IV that she was fairly certain was not just pumping fluids through her. Looking over, Emily spotted a hand written note on old paper. She reached over, trying not to notice how she didn't think it was her arm doing the reaching, and took the paper. It was slippery between her fingers as she squinted, trying to make out what it said.

Emmy, I just went home to change and shower, and make sure that Puck didn't burn the place down last night. Yes, I'll grab some of your things. XO "Tannyboo" - I'll let the guys explain that one to you. PS - Doesn't look like you kept all the nudes locked up.

Emily's eyes narrowed at the 'Tannyboo' scrawled on the sheet, thoroughly confused. Santana pretended to hate it when Emily called her Tanny, and would never in her right mind even try calling the girl something like Tannyboo. She sighed, shaking it off and turning the paper over, the last line of the note intriguing her. The other side of the paper revealed a photo. One that Emily had completely forgotten about.

It was from their spring break trip to Florida during their junior year. They went with Hanna, Caleb, Spencer, Quinn, Aria, and whatever guy was following Aria at the time. After very little conversation, they had all decided on separate rooms, regardless of the cost. Emily and Santana got one with a decent view, so when Emily had opened the patio door to their fifth floor room and the couple locked themselves in the room for the night, no one was surprised. This particular photo was one that was taken on the patio, Santana had a sheet wrapped around her body and Emily had snuck up behind her. She wrapped her arms around her waist and snapped a picture of Emily kissing Santana's cheek from behind. It was mostly candid, Santana in a state of shock and pure joy and Emily laughing and grinning against Santana's cheek. It was one of her favorite photos, one that she lost after leaving.

Emily was pulled out of her reminiscing when a nurse entered her room, obviously shocked to find Emily awake. "Officer Fields, I was just coming in to check on you. How are you feeling?" she asked, looking at a chart and various monitors. Emily looked up from the photo and took a deep breath. "Can you... can you lower the meds? I just... I hate this... floaty feeling. And I wanna go home to my girlfriend. I don't need to be in here much longer, do I?"

The nurse looked her over, trying to make out her words from the mumbled request. She finally nodded. "Let me find your doctor. Oh. And you and your girlfriend are really cute together." With that, the woman was gone, only to be replaced by the one from the night before. After much convincing from Emily, the surgeon seriously lowered Emily's medications, making her promise to call for a doctor if she's in too much pain.

A few hours later, Emily woke up again, feeling much more like herself. She woke up to Karofsky sitting in the room, asleep in the chair. "You better not be moping by my bedside, Davey," she quipped, causing him to stir and smirk. "Hey. That's more like you than the girl who was lying here last night," he said, sitting up. He recounted the night before, and left about an hour later, leaving Emily a blushing mess.

She was in pain, of course she was. But she was still on some morphine, and Emily was used to pain. At least now she wasn't high. Many officers came and went throughout the day, bringing balloons or flowers or other classic items. It was a little after 3PM, or so the clock next to her read. She was watching some horrible daytime television when a doctor came in, again. "How's your pain level?" the young man asked. He seemed nervous. He reminded her of an intern on Grey's Anatomy. A few had come through earlier, talking about her and her surgery. She was too high then to actually piece it together. "I was shot in the arm, how do you think the pain is?" she said sarcastically. "Oh. Well, Officer Fields, we can up your medication. Your chart says you're quite low." Emily shook her head. "No, I asked for it lower. I want to go home. Come on, all you guys are doing right now is giving me morphine and not letting me move. I can do that at home, in bed, with my girlfriend. Let me go home."

The kid looked nervous, looking around. "I'll talk to the attending. I can't really do anything." With that, he left, and Emily turned back to whatever soap she was watching. A half hour later, the attending came in. "Giving my kids a hard time, are we, Officer?" he asked, cocking a teasing eyebrow. "Seems like every cop we get in here is always itching to get back out." Emily laughed with him. "We're workaholics just like you surgeons, Doctor," she said. "Now please, tell me that I can go home?" He sighed, looking at the chart. "With a gun shot wound, we'd like to keep you here a bit longer. How's this? If you're still doing good tomorrow when you wake up, we'll let you go if you set up a few appointments right away, okay?" Emily agreed immediately, anything was better than just waiting for them to give her the go ahead.

Finally, Emily saw Santana moving through the hospital in the distance, grinning at the sight. "Baby!" she squealed, turning off the TV and grinning at her girlfriend. "They said I might be able to go home tomorrow! Which means that you take the day off and lay in bed with me and we order take out because this food sucks and we can watch whatever movie you want because anything is better than daytime soaps," she said before Santana had even gotten to the bed. She reached up, cupping her cheek and pulling her down for a light kiss. "I loved that photo. How was your day?" she asked.

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Fear Not || Emtana

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The room had transformed from loving cocoon to gruff, makeshift precinct in less than two minutes. Santana listened intently to everything Emily’s captain was saying; she didn’t want to miss a beat, especially concerning Emily’s recovery. Then, cool eyes raked over her face and Santana swallowed thickly; Captain Troy Donohue was an intimidating man. The grey pools lightened with recognition and a small smile tugged chapped lips into a grin.

"Picture girl!"

Picture girl? Santana thought, her brows furrowing with confusion. The following explanation had her own smile beaming and her cheeks tinted pink. Emily denied the accusation, of course, but her colleagues called her bluff. Santana waggled her eyebrows at Emily before turning back to the other officers in the room.

"There better not have been any nudes," she jested, winking at Officer Jones before turning back to Emily. "Those are for your eyes only," she added in a whisper only Emily could hear.

Santana stood closer to the bed and tucked unruly hair behind Emily’s ear. She allowed her hand to hover, her thumb gently stroking the curve of a prominent cheekbone.

"At least you never forgot me."

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Emily grinned at Santana, stifling the laugh that stuck in her throat at the mixed reactions around the room. Jones was looking anywhere but the couple, Karofsky was trying to hide the disgusted look on his face, and Rodriguez was looking at them, nodding with a smirk. "Why is there nothing to throw at him?" Emily wondered, a bit louder than she intended to. Rodriguez cleared his throat and looked away, mumbling an apology.

Emily looked back up at Santana hearing the whisper and smirked. "You know I keep those with my secret stash. No one sees them," she managed to whisper, adding a wink for the girl.

Emily leaned into Santana's touch, always craving it. She was a drug addict who went cold turkey then was allowed an unlimited supply, with no fear of overdosing. Emily turned her head slightly, offering a kiss to the heel of Santana's hand. "You know I couldn't."

At that moment, the surgeon entered the room. "Officers, time to leave the girl to rest," he said. Emily's heart monitor noticeably increased as she grabbed for Santana's hand. Noticing the slight panic in her eyes, the doctor nodded. "Significant other can stay for a bit longer," she added softly, a friendly smile on her lips. The men said their goodbyes, saying they'd check in after their shifts tomorrow. Emily turned back to Santana, biting her lip. Her eyes were big, putting on the full "puppy pout" she didn't normally use. It meant one thing and one thing only: kiss me and cuddle.

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Fear Not || Emtana

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Santana closed her eyes, the sound of Emily’s voice finally putting her at ease. It was like a leaden weight was lifted from her chest, allowing her to breathe. She kept her lips against Emily’s hand, mumbling hushed ‘thank god’s into soft, caramel skin.

"Fine, my ass," Santana grumbled, her thumb brushing over Emily’s knuckles.

The intimate moment was shattered by deep, raucous voices. Santana placed one more kiss to Emily’s hand before leaning back, her eyes scanning each of the room’s new occupants.

A soft huff blew through Santana’s nose as Emily’s voice drawled out the simple name. It was adorable and cringe-worthy at the same time. Yet, given the situation, the comedic relief was welcome.

"I’m not…" Santana started, shifting in her seat while Emily’s hand closed around her own. But before Santana could finish her sentence, Emily had already begun to explain. Well…sort of.

Wife. Santana’s cheeks burned. Not in embarrassment or shame, but with the rush of adrenaline that accompanies genuine excitement. There was a soft hum in the back of her throat; a higher pitched sigh that Santana was never able to cover up when something truly thrilled her. The thought of being Emily’s wife made butterflies take flight in her stomach and sent her heart fluttering.

Emily’s confusion may have been drug induced, but it proved to Santana that she had been thinking about their future as well. The same future that Santana ached for since the day Emily left.

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Emily's head turned slowly towards Santana, hearing that faint girly squeal coming from her girlfriend. She didn't hear it very often, but once in a while the light pitch, one that no one else would even notice, would be a dead giveaway if Santana was excited about something. A lopsided grin covered Emily's face as she managed to bring Santana's hand up to her lips and place a delicate kiss there.

Truth be told, and thankfully she wasn't that high, Emily had been thinking about their future since before their senior year. She'd always been that girl who fantasizes about her wedding, even if no one truly knew that.

Emily was pulled out of her moment with Santana when Karofsky spoke up. "Dude, when are you going to learn? Em always gets a hotter chick than you. Always," he teased, smirking a bit. Jones simply shook his head, glaring at Dave, before turning back to Emily. "Well you better get back to work soon. The race to detective is so much more fun when there's someone to compete with."

Emily just rolled her eyes. "It's okay to admit that you'll miss me, Robbie. Besides. I'll be back before you know it," she said, shrugging her good shoulder, her hand still clinging to Santana's, her strength coming back more and more the longer she was awake. At that moment, the captain entered the room. "Four to six weeks, Officer Fields. No less. I just spoke to the doctor. When you come back you'll be on desk duty until you stop wincing when you sharpen a pencil. IA will be here tomorrow to talk to you, but from what Dave and the suspect said, it all seems clean. Rest up, and don't let Jones get to your head. You're still in the lead," he said, his tone starting at very official and dropping the longer her spoke. Finally, his eyes fell on Santana, realizing that it wasn't just his guys in the room. He took a moment before he recognized her. "Oh! Picture girl! I was wondering when we'd meet you. Em's had photos of you in her desk and her squad cars since she joined the force," he stated, causing Emily to blush violently. "Thanks Captain. I'll stop by when I'm outta here to get some personal stuff from the locker room," she mumbled before he left. Emily turned back to Santana. "He's totally lying," she said, unable to hide the smile or the glare she through at the guys when the chorused "no he's not."

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Fear Not || Emtana

The drive to the hospital seemed like hours instead of the fifteen minutes it actually took. Santana’s stomach was knotted and she had to swallow the bile that crept up the back of her throat.

Police work was dangerous, this Santana knew, but she had put Emily into a different category. She didn’t envision Emily out hunting petty thieves or cuffing druglords. Her idea of Emily on duty was sitting in the cruiser, drinking coffee while cringing during Karofsky’s retelling of his sexcapades. This was her wake up call.

"Fields. Officer Emily Fields." Santana repeated the name to the nurse manning the check in station. The nurse’s slow scan of clipboard made Santana’s teeth grind. This is why people hate hospitals, she thought, her fists clenching until her knuckles turned white.

"Santana?" A deep, leaden voice called to her from the other side of the room.

Santana spun around, hoping to find a doctor clad in scrubs, waiting to tell her this was all a misunderstanding and that the blood on Emily had not been her own. Instead, Santana had turned to find Karofsky with the corners of his mouth tugged down. She wanted to lunge forward, beat the crap out of him for not being there to protect Emily when she needed him most. He was her partner after all.

Santana’s nails dug into the flesh of her palm. “Where is she?" Her words came a vicious hiss.

"Surgery. You can wait with us in post-op for her." Karofsky offered her an olive branch, but Santana was blinded by her anger and fear.

"I want nothing to do with you." Santana stormed past him, Puck following in her wake with a nod of regretful recognition toward Dave.

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The steady beep of the heart monitor, combined with Emily’s deep, rhythmic breaths had lulled Santana to sleep. Her face was pressed into the thin sheet that draped Emily’s body and the fingers of their right hands were intertwined. Santana’s back was arched, curving her into an C, as she rest against Emily’s bed.

Horrible images flashed through Santana’s dreams, making her whimper in sleep. She could see the look of shocked pain on Emily’s face the moment the bullet fired. That haunting image provoked an uneasy groan to rumble through Santana’s chest.

"Shhh. Tanny." The voice sounded angelic; a soft, whispered psalm that set Santana at ease. Santana released a relaxed hum before her eyelids fluttered open. Soft, silky fingertips were stroking her cheek, coaxing her to wake.

Santana blinked, her eyes adjusting to the light in the room. She stretched away from the bed, rubbing the discomfort from her back. A deep breath turned to a gasp as she realized that Emily was awake.

"Em." Santana leaned forward once more, bringing Emily’s hand to her lip. “Don’t ever fucking do that again," she whispered, her words seeping into Emily’s skin.

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Emily slowly became aware of the incessant beeping, and she felt herself trying to reach out to get Santana to turn off the damn alarm. Her arm wouldn't move. Santana had fallen asleep on it again. That caused a light smile to grace Emily's lips as she opened her eyes, looking for the source of the noise. Her eyes were greeted with harsh florescent lighting, an obnoxious amount of white, and many computers and chords connecting various parts of her body.

The shooting. She had been shot. That wasn't just a dream. She looked down at the sleeping ball next to her and she reached out with the arm that wasn't tied up to get the girl out of her bad dream. She knew the signs anywhere, even in her pain-med induced haze.

She blinked a few times as she tried to take in Santana's features. "'M fine, baby," she mumbled, a lazy smile covering her features when a soft snicker left her chest. The sound of her voice made her laugh. It was echo-y and didn't feel like hers. But she said the words, she knew she did. She was about to speak again when a few officers poked their heads in. "Fields! You're up! You scared us, man!" one of them said as he walked in with a few balloons, another uniformed officer with a stuffed "get well" teddy bear.

The one with the bear elbowed the other, their eyes falling on Santana. "Damn, Fields. You never told us you had a sister. Introduce us. You two got good genes." Emily rolled her eyes. "Fuck off, Joooones," she said, slurring the name. "This," she said, squeezing Santana's hand as hard as she could, which wasn't very. "This is Tannyboo. She's my wife. No. Fia-. No. Girlfriend! That's the word! Tanny's my girlfriend."

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Just a Day || Emily Self Para

Emily slid back into the passenger side and handed David his usual black coffee. The two had received a false tip about a burglary and were about to head back to the station to finish the paperwork for the night and head home early, something that Emily rarely got. It had been an easy day, the two of them poking fun at each other about their rapidly growing relationships or discussing the latest gossip of the station.

They turned the car on when a teenage boy sprinted past them about ten seconds before a woman started banging on Emily's window. She looked at Karofsky before getting out of the car. "He took my purse! He took my purse. Please!" Emily nodded before taking off in the direction of the man, her old swimming muscles being put to use as she wove her way through the confused bodies, moving in the wake of the boy. She didn't look back for Karofsky as she continued to yell after the kid, yelling at the people to stop him. Of course, so many people continued on their path blindly, not listening to the pleas of the officer.

The boy turned down an alley and Emily was quick on his tail. He was just a kid, so she pocketed her gun, not wanting to scar the poor kid who was probably just in serious need of some sort of money. She continued to run. "NYPD, son. You need to stop running," she yelled as she got closer. The kid seemed to stop for a moment before turning on his heel, a small pistol in his shaking hand.

Emily reached for her gun as he raised his, causing Emily to dive out of the way, an echo followed by a large amount of pain in her right arm. She gathered herself, under the cover of a few garbage cans and about to aim at the kid to stop him when another gun shot echoed through the alley, the kid falling and grabbing his leg. Emily looked and saw Karofsky run to the young man to handcuff him as she fell back against the cold wall, everything starting to become hazy.

She heard David call for an ambulance, reporting an officer down before running to her side to keep her from passing out. He applied pressure to her wound as Emily slowly drifted into unconsciousness.

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Let Me Treat You || Emtana

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Boom thunder nearly drowned out Santana’s voice. “I can’t run in these heels!" she shrieked, her hand firmly clasped in Emily’s. By the grace of God, they made it to the stone bridge without Santana breaking an ankle, or two. “Fuck. That came out of nowhere." Her words came out in a slight pant, her fear of a major trip ebbing away. Santana peeked out from under their shelter. “Good thing I wasn’t wearing silk," she teased, trying to make the best of the situation. She turned to share her smile with Emily, but her girlfriend’s sour face made her own lips pout. “Aw, come on grumpypants. We’re not gonna melt. We aren’t witches." Santana sauntered up to Emily, backing her up against the cool stone and listening to the rain hammer against the paved path. “Though I have to admit, you’ve cast quite a spell on me," she husked, placing a soft kiss against Emily’s pulsepoint.

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Getting to the bit of shelter the bridge supplied, Emily sighed, her posture dropping as she held onto Santana. She watched the rain pound the pavement and splash back up, her eyes getting sadder and sadder by the second. She looked back up at Santana and her comment just made her pout more. This night had been perfectly planned. Had been. She felt her back it the stone wall and goosebumps covered her body. Whether it was the cool stone, the words her lover said, or the tone those words were laced with, she had no idea. She gasped a little bit, her eyes falling closed thanks to that contact. Santana always sent her mind swimming. "This night was supposed to be perfect, Tanny. A date for the two of us to go on after all the crap since our last one. And now it's ruined," she pouted. Sure, she may sound like a teenager, but when it came to Santana she wanted everything perfect, much like the girl.

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Let Me Treat You || Emtana

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Santana shrugged without shame at Emily’s handcuff dig. Truth be told, Emily’s statement was right on the money; it was fun having a cop for a girlfriend. “Worth every minute," Santana hummed, her own arm slung around Emily’s waist. She turned her head, kissed Emily’s temple, and smiled against dark hair tinged with hairspray. Santana took in a deep breath, filling her lungs with Emily’s scent.

"Admit it," Santana started, looking down to make sure she didn’t misstep on the pavement. “This is better than that stuffy dive. Who wants to pay for sub-par food and stuck up waiters?" Santana tightened her arm around Emily and took confident steps forward. It wasn’t until something wet and warm dripped down her back that she halted her stride. “What the fuck, if a bird just shit on me, this date is so over!" Santana screeched, craning her neck to get a better look at what made her skin crawl. Before she could even reach her hand back or Emily could protest, the sky cracked with bright light and rain pelted down from the looming summer clouds.

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Emily let her eyes fall closed, basking in that one simple moment. "Mhm. Although I would have traded just about anything to get those three years back. To not have left," she whispered, her eyes still closed. She pressed her body more into Santana as she felt the girl's arm appear around her waist.

Emily resumed her pace, walking easily in the very small heels she had become much more keen to. Heels messed with your muscles, which would tend to make you sore on days that people thought that running from a cop was a good idea. A small smile crept to her lips. "Where people would stare at us for just being there together? Yeah I much prefer your arms around me," she said softly. Feeling Santana stop, Emily looked at her, puzzlement written all over her face. She was about to ask before she groaned. Of course a bird would pi-. Emily's body tensed as she felt water hit her just about everywhere. There was no drizzle, no subtle transition from a mist to a drizzle to more. It went straight from dry to a downpour. She looked around, spotting a bridge and started dragging Santana over there. "Come on," she said as she started to move a bit faster.

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Let Me Treat You || Emtana

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Santana released Emily’s hand and strutted forward towards the park. The sun was setting, an orange glow creating a stark treeline silhouette. “You? Complaining about my heels? That’s a first." Santana’s hips swayed, her ass toned by the very heels that Emily was commenting on. She waited a beat before looking back over her shoulder. A haughty smirk was plastered in place. “If I remember correctly, your job is to protect and serve, Officer Fields. You wouldn’t let your girlfriend forge the park by herself at night, would you?" Her tongue swiped along her lips as she took another step toward the path. “I need my badass cop girlfriend to keep me safe…ensure I make it out on the other side in one piece." Santana stopped by the brick column entryway as Emily waited a few paces back. “What do you say, Officer? Willing to escort me?"

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Just as Santana wanted, Emily's eyes drifted down to take in the perfection that was and is her girlfriend. She groaned a bit. "Using my job against me? And here I only thought you'd do that to get to my handcuffs," she quipped. Emily's eyes drifted back to the park. The sunset was gorgeous. And they could probably make it through to the other side before things in there got really bad. She walked forward and wrapped her arm around Santana's waist - who, thanks to those aforementioned heels, was standing about an inch or two taller than Emily. "Come on, love. Let's go and get there before it's sold out," she said, looking up to smile at the woman. "I can't believe it took us three years to get back here," she said softly as they walked.

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