Front page of the Tulsa Tribune during the Tulsa Race Massacre, 6/1/1921.
Series: Central Decimal Files, 1881 - 1982
Collection: Records of the American National Red Cross, 1881 - 2008
Transcription:
THE PEOPLE'S PAPER
The Tulsa Tribune
THE WEATHER SECOND
OKLAHOMA - Tonight and Thurs- EXTRA
day part cloudy.
Tulso temperatures: Maximum
today at noon, 85, yesterday, 91;
minimum, 68, yesterday, 61
FULL LEASED WIRE REPORTS OF ASSOCIATED AND UNITED PRESS; UNRIVALED STATE AND FEATURE SERVICE
VOL. XVII - NUMBER 225. TULSA, OKLAHOMA, WEDNESDAY, JUNE 1, 1921. State Edition * * FOURTEEN PAGES - PRICE [TORN] CENTS
COUNTY PUT UNDER MARTIAL LAW
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7 whites, 68 Negroes Dead --- Fire Rages
PROCLAMATION
All persons not deputied as special officers are ordered to
disarm in a proclamation issued shortly before noon by Mayor
Evans. Persons carrying guns after that hour will be arrested.
The proclamation:
"Armed troops, well equipped, have now arrived who, with
the assistance of the local authorities, will be able to control
the situation in this city. Everyone is directed to preserve law
an dorder and to avoid under every circumstance, the gather-
ing on the streets of curious and excited masses. This only
tends to make the situation worse for the authorities in restor-
ing order, making it more burdensome and complicated. No
loyal citien of Tulsa will willingly commit any act which en-
dangers the peace and security of the city. All parties, without
direct authority from the chief of police or the sheriff or Tulsa
county, who may be found after 11 a. m. today bearing arms and
engaged in any act liable to promote a breach of the peace will
be arrested and prosecuted under the Riot Act.
"Headquarters of the National Guards is established in
Room 306, City Hall, at Fourth street and Cincinnati avenue,
and except for duly appointed policeman and deputy sheriffs
all permission to bear ar mfsrom, and after, the publication of
this proclamation must be countersigned by Gen. Charles F.
Barrett or Col. B. F. Markham, commanding the National Guards.
"Gen. Charles F. Barrett concurs in this proclamation."
Dated 10:30 a. m., June First 1921.
"T. D. EVANS, Mayor."
Barrett is Put in Full
Charge by Robertson
OKLAHOMA CITY. - Martial law in Tulsa was ordered by
Governor Robertson at 11:15 o'clock and Adjutant General Bar-
rett placed in command of the city. The order was given over
the long distance telephone and a proclamation to this effect is
being prepared and will be issued immediately.
The order of Governor Robertson invoking martial law
over Tulsa has been extended to include all of Tulsa county. The
order will displace civil control and place it in supreme com-
mand of the adjutant general.
The governor's telegram to the adjutant general follows:
"I have declared martial law throughout Tulsa county and
am holding you responsible for maintenance of order, safety of
lives and protection of property. You will do all things neces-
sary to attain these objects.
(Signed) "J. B. A. ROBERTSON, Governor."
The governor acted after being in communication with of-
ficers in Tulsa. Attorney General Freeling will go to Tulsa this
afternoon.
"The situation at Tulsa seems peculiar to me," Governor
Robertson said. "With power vested in all city and county offi-
cials there to deputie and put into the law enforcement every
citien of the city if necessary, I cannot understand how this
trouble was allowed to get such a start."
Conversation with Adjutant General Barrett was to the ef-
fect that it was impossible for the fire department to enter the
negro section and that the flames were raging unabated.
All available guardsmen will be placed on duty once in
the negro section, which has been entirely destroyed by flames,
General Barrett said when he r[eceived order?] from Governor
Robertson placing the county under martial law.
Orders have been issued to disarm citizens. Later the
military will issu ecrededntials to men chosen as special officers.
A military commission, composed of seven city officials
and business men, to pass upon the guilt of the 6,000 negroes
now held in concentration camp, was formed shortly before
noon by Mayor Evans and Chief of Police Gustafson and ap-
proved by General Barrett. This committee will pass upon the
guilt of those held under guard in the various camps, naming
those who will be held for trial for inciting the black populace
to riot.
The personnel of the committee: C. S. Younkman, water
commissioner; Albert Hunt, district judge; H. F. Newblock,
city commissioner; C. S. Aver, oil man; Grant McCullough,
banker; F. E. White, business man; Alva J. Niles, banker.
The Tulsa Tribbune
RESTORE ORDER
LYNCH law leads not to law but to lawlessness and
lawlessness is a repudiation of government.
Lynch law is a fire brand in the hands of those
who thoughtlessly elect to establish mob rule for law
and order. Lynch law is an impassioned appeal to the
hatreds of prejudice. It brings ignominy and disaster
to any community that falls its victims.
Whatever ground it may have had, a story starts
that a negro in the county jail was to be lynched. Out
of curiosity a crowd collects. A small band of negroes
brings firearms onto the scene. At first they were few
At the outset there was nothing to indicate that the
whites had been moved to a battling protest. But when
the first small band of negroes added to their armed
forces the war began. Tulsa found itself experiencing
a night of terror and the new day dawned with the
[illegible]nd of battle and the sky clouded with the smoke that
rises above the burning buildings and shacks in the
negro end of town.
At such a time as this it is the first duty of every
citizen to restore law and order as quickly as possible.
The National Guard is equal to cope with the rioting
negroes who are already under control. Let every citi-
zen do his duty and lend his fullest influence to the
prompt restoration of law and order. Do this for the
good name of Tulsa. Keep off the streets where there
are evidences of disorder as much as possible. Make
no needlessly threatening display of arms. The state's
soldiers can do that and do it with the authority of the
law.
Now is the time for every citizen to keep a cool
head, to keep out of mob collections. The quickest and
surest way to restore law is to respect the law. Let the
authorized agents of the law handle those who will
not.
BLACK QUARTER BURNS TO GROUND;
FOUR GUARD UNITS TAKE CHARGE
Seven white persons are known to be dead.
One white woman, shot six times, is expected to die.
Thirty-four whites are wounded in three hospitals. Many other wounded persons are
in their own homes.
Sixty-eight negroes, including men, women, and children, are dead, according to reports
from all districts of the black belt where heavy fighting was waged throughout the night
and up to 9 o-clock this morning.
One hundred blacks are believed wounded.
The officials are in control of the situation and no more armed conflicts are expected.
The entire black belt of Tulsa is a charred mass. The business section of
Greenwood avenue is levelled. Scarcely a building escaped the flames set by
torches when an army of whites invaded that district early this morning to an-
ticipate a general attack on the part of the blacks. Officials at noon today were
unable to estimate the total loss which will extend into many thousands of dollars.
It is estimated that more than 500 homes of negroes were burned. A score of
business buildings and a number of factories were razed. Heavy stocks of mer-
chandise were a total loss.
The fire carried by a strong north wind spread into the white residence
section adjoining the black settlement on North Detroit avenue. Ten homes in a
row were burned before firemen could check the flames. One house was burned
in the immediate vicinity of Standpipe hill.
At 12:30 o'clock the fire in this district was rapidly being brought under
control.
Hundres of white women and children fled from their homes as the leap-
ing flames fanned by a strong wind from the north ate their way to the white
belt. About 11 o'clock the wind subdued, giving the firemen a chance to
successfully combat the flames.
A special train bearing 350 National Guardsmen under the command
of Adjutant General Barrett arrived at 9:05 o'clock this morning. General Bar-
rett issued a statement from guard headquarters at the police station that mar-
tial law would not be declared until he had made a hurried investigation.
Only developments will determine if it is to be invoked,
Barrett added. Companies A and B, totaling 150 men, arrived
on the special train from Oklahoma City, with a second troop
train due from the capital about 11 o'clock. Company B and a
sanitary detachment, both located here, are also on duty and
have been since midnight.
The guards after establishing headquarters in Second
street in front of the police station were ordered to various sec-
tions of the black belt. One contingent was sent to Meulty park,
where several hundred negroes are interned.
General Barrett is now acting under orders issued by Mayor
Evans, Chief of Police Gustafson and Sheriff Bill McCullough.
Following a night of rioting, snip-
ing and open clashes between whites
and blacks hundreds of armed men
invaded the negro district to remove
the menace the blacks there offered.
At 5 o'clock scores of armed men in
automobiles drove to the north side
of the black belt in the vicinity of
Standpipe hill. These white fighters
formed one wing of an encircling
movement entirely surrounding the
negro district. Hundreds of pedes-
trains advanced on the black belt
from the south and west. Hundreds
of shots were fired. Many negroes
were reported to have been wound-
ed while a number of whites were
taken to hospitals with wounds.
The heaviest fighting this morn-
ing was in the extreme northern sec-
tion of the black belt. Hundreds of
negroes were concentrated in a val-
ley at the base of Sunset hill. Fifty
were barricaded in a church.
Machine Guns In Use.
Deadly volleys of steel were poured
[into?] the ranks of the whites as they
[advanced?] in open formation against
the blacks who stood their ground.
Finally the whites were forced to re-
treat. A call was sent to police head-
quarters for reinforcements. A num-
ber of guardsmen with two machine
guns were rushed in automobiles to
the scene of the fighting. The ma-
chine guns were set up and for 20
minutes poured a stream of lead on
the negroes who sought refuge be-
hind buildings, telephone poles and
in ditches.
The heavy firing came to a sud-
den halt when a huge white cloth
was raised aloft by the negroes. The
church where many negroes were
barricaded was riddled with bullets,
it was said.
Hundreds of negroes with hands
held high in the air walked from
the valley under the guard of armed
civilians. They were taken to Con-
vention hall and McNulty park,
where they were interned.
Whites who returned from the
battle-swept valley said that at least
50 negroes, including men, women
and children, were lying dead. At 10
o'clock authorities had been unable
to make a check of the black losses
in this battle.
Most of the blacks who were killed
met death in the early morning
fighting in the negro section near
the Frisco tracks.
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THE START
The clash had its inception when
several automobiles loaded with
armed negroes and said to have been
led by "Old Man" Stratford, a ne-
gro hotel proprietor, swung up in
front of the courthouse shortly be-
fore 10 o'clock, bent on protecting
Rowland. Not more than 30 blacks
were in the first party but they suc-
ceeded in virtually taking command
of the situation there because few
of the whites were armed and none
displayed guns. The blacks were or-
dered home by Sheriff McCullough,
who it is said, had armed negro
deputies with him on the courthouse
steps. Barney Cleaver, a former negro
police officer, also advised them to
go home. After the first sally, dur-
ing which the blacks dispersed part
of the crowd of whites, the negroes
were still permitted to keep their
guns.
Instead of going home, they cir-
cled around several blocks near the
courthouse and came back with an-
other flourish of shot-guns and
rifles. By this time the crowd of
whites had increased to several
thousand with hundreds of women
and a number of children on the
fringes. Most of the whites wer on-
lookers and there appeared to be
no organized mob. After making
known their intention to protect
Rowland at all costs the blacks were
star[ing?] toward home again. There
was still no move on the part of the
sheriff's forces or the city police to
disarm them although the black
force was not more than 50 at this
time.
Instead of going to the negro sec-
tion to stay the blackss whirled
through the streets of the quarter
and sought recruits. Every negro
they met was solicited to joion their
ranks. At Sixth and Cincinnati two
negroes who refused were threat-
ened, according to residents of the
neighborhood who overheard the
conversation.
Shortly after 10 o'clock the blacks
came back to the courthouse with
their biggest force. Estimates place
the number of armed negroes at be-
tween 100 and 200. By this time
it was estimated that probably 100
of the whites in the crowd had
procured arms. A number of whites
who sought guns at the National
Guard armory were refused. Cour-
iers went through the crowd of
whites and warned women and
children and unarmed men to seek
safety. They said they feared an
assault by the blacks. Only a part
of the crowd complied.
The first clash followed on the
heels of this warning. There are
two versions of how the firing be-
gun. According to some of the spectators
pistols were first fired into the air
in front of the Boulder street en-
trance to the courthouse and this,
spectators say, acted as a signal for
the general firing during which the
blacks fired ten shots to each one
for the whites. The crowd of whites
greatly outnumbered the armed
band of negroes but the whites were
helpless in front of the black on-
slaught because they were in con-
stant danger of firing into other
whites if they attempted to protect
the women and children in the crowd
by answering the blacks fire.
Where First Man Fell
After the first volley one carload
of blacks came north on Boulder
avenue, firing as they raced along.
The first white man dropped be-
fore the crash. He had been stand-
ing against the wall of the garage
on Boulder, just south of Sixth
street.
Across the street men and women
in the crowd sought refuge in the
row of houses on Boulder south of
Sixth. Many of them were unoble
to reach cover before the second
volley so they dropped in their
tracks and clung to the earth.
Others hid behind curbs in the
driveways to the garages of these
homes, running to better cover be-
tween the volleys.
Meanwhile the negroes fled.
Some of them ran through the
crowds of women and children,
brandishing their guns. They had
disappeared from the immediate
area of the courthouse within ten
minutes after the first shot had been fired.
Second Version of Start
The second version of the start
of the firing was to the effect that
a number of unarmed white men,
seeing that the officials were not
willing to disarm the blacks, took
that task to themselves. One man
is reported to have dashed into the ranks of blacks and seized one of the
guns. Spectators who relate this as
the true story of the inception of
the shooting declare that the blacks
immediately opened fire when they
were threatened with disarmament.
Shortly after the negroes fled
from the courthouse battlefield an
automobile load of white youths
sped past and fired into the jail
windows on the fourth floor, spec-
tators declared.
John McQueen, a former county
officer and one of the men who at-
tempted to disperse the crowd at the
courthouse, declared today that
Johnny Cody was the negro whose
shot started the general firing here.
"While I was on the steps Cody
and a band of negroes started up,"
McQueen said. "I went to meet them
and a stranger backed me uo. Cody
pushed a gun against him and fired
just as I pushed the gun away. The
stranger went down. Several bullets
went through my coat."
Immediately after this report came
to the crowd that the blacks were
mobilizing for systematic assault on
the whites. The majority of the
white men were still [illegible]. It
became immediately apparent how-
ever, that the police and sheriff's
force were making no attempt to
prevent the return of the blacks so
the white men themselves took
charge of the situation. Small
groups systematically entered all
downtown hardware stores and
pawnshops and took up all the arms
and ammunition that could be found
Nothing else in any of the stores
were touched.
Black Attack Again.
Soon there were more than 1,000
armed men on the streets. Part of
this crowd defended the Hotel Tulsa
and the section around Second street
and Cincinnati avenue from an attack
of blacks who swarmed back within
three quarters of an hour after the
court house battle.
After this second general battle,
which is described elsewhere, the
whites took rapid command of the
situation. Patrols spread quickly to
cover all the principal streets and
the roads leading into the city.
Special guards were put at all bridges
within a several-mile radius to halt
any incoming blacks. Roving pa-
trols moved up and down Main
street. At Main and Archer streets
desultory firing took place for sev-
eral hours. Blacks from their quar-
ter fired repeatedly from behind the
building at Archer street and Boulder
avenue and Archer and Cincinnati
avenue. They were cleared out with-
in an hour or two, but a second
group took their place and held the
negro block on Cincinnati, at the
Frisco tracks, against assault until
early this morning. Two negroes were
killed here and several others wound-
ed. A number of whites were re-
ported wounded in fighting here.
Could Have Disarmed Blacks.
Fully an hour before the first
shots were fired at the courthouse
citizens stood on the south steps and
pleaded with Police Commissioner
Adkison to call out the National
Guard without delay. The negroes
were just beginning to parade the
streets at that time and they argued
that even a small detachment of or-
ganized and equipped men could dis-
arm them, compel them to return to
their own part of ftown, get the
whites to disperse when this had
been accomplished and so avert im-
pending trouble.
Commissioner Adkison answered:
"We are trying to get them out,"
then turned and told the crowd to
obey E. S. McQueen's advice to go
home while the negroes were patrol-
ling the streets in arms, threatening
death and rapine. The police were
powerless.
An hour after the pitched battle
took place around the courthouse
and northward along Main and Bos-
ton, the Guard got into action.
Guardsmen went immediately to the
police station and began an attempt
to disperse the whites who had
armed themselves and gathered
there in expectation of another at-
tack.
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The Dead
Carl D. Lotpeisch, 28, Randall
Kans., shot through breast. Taken to
Oklahoma hospital at 6:30 o'clock
this morning. He died shortly after-
ward.
Unidentified whate man, about
28; light brown hair; light brown
eyes; five feet ten inches; 160
pounds. At the Mowbray undertak-
ing parlors.
F. M. Baker, Havelin, Kan., 27,
short in back with buchshot. Died
this morning at Morningside hospi-
tal. At the Mowbray Undertaking
parlors. An identification card found
in his clothing bore the name of
Norman Gillard, 315 So. Norfolk.
The third white man, unidentified
was killed about 5:45 o'clock this
morning when a squad of white
riflemen engaged a group of ne-
groes on North Cincinnati av. The
body was taken to Mitchell-Fleming
undertaking parlors. He was de-
scribed as about 25 years old, six
feet [ta?]ll, weight 165 punds. He
wore dark green trousers, brown
coat, tan shoes, and a tan belt with
a silver clasp bearing the initial
"W". He was shot in the neck.
Death was instantaneous.
The body of an unidentified white
man about 35, held at the Stanley-
McGee Undertaking parlors still
was unidentified early today. He
was shot in the head.
The body of a white man, about
30, shot in the back of the head, held at
the Mowbray undertaking parlors,
ho[illegible] [ea?]rly last night in the first brush
with the blacks, still was unidentified
this morning.
[1?]0-year-old white boy, though
to [be?] named Olson, home at Sapulpa
died at 8:30 o'clock following a bat-
tle an hour earlier at the Frisco depot
in which two negroes were reported
killed. Olson's body was removed to
the Mitchell-Fleming undertaking
parlors where it awaits positive
identification.
A white girl was reported killed on
North Peoria in the vicinity of the
Texaco plant. the report could not
be verified at 10 o'clock.
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The Injured
A re-check of the injured revealed
the following at the various hospit-
als:
Oklahoma Hospital.
Earl Hileman, city, shot through
thigh, not serious
G. B. Steck, Sapulpa, shot in back,
serious.
J. E. Wissinger, 150 Admiral or
1202 East Second, shot in knee, not
srious.
G. F. Joiner, 1703 South Main, shot
in leg, not serious.
Ross G. Owens, 1108 South Jack-
son, shot with bird shot, several
wounds but not serious.
E. D. Hartshone, shot in thigh.
Edward Austin, 418 South Detroit,
shot in toe, not serious.
Grocer Slinkhard, West Tulsa, fac-
tured rib.
Robet Elmer, West Tulsa,
A. N. Dow, 401 South Madison,
shot in upper thigh and compound
fracture of arm, serious.
C. C. Thomas, 803 South Main,
shot in leg, not serious.
E. R. Hileam, Fern hotel, com-
pound fracture of thigh, serious.
Garland Crouch, 16 North Quincy,
shot in upper abdomen and right
arm, though serious.
A. T. Sterling, 314 South Zunis,
minor injuries.
Robert Palmore, West Tulsa, shot
in left shoulder, not serious.
E. Belchner, 1437 East Hodge,
shot in hand and leg, not serious.
Lee Fisher, 338 1/2 East First, shot
in left leg and thigh, thought serious.
G. I. Prunkart, Frisco conductor,
shot with bird shot in shoulder, chin
and forehead. He was shot while
sitting in caboose of train just pulling
into city.
There are two wounded patients
unidentified. Fifteen or 20 patients
having only slight wounds called at
hospital and had them dressed, left
hospital without giving name or ad-
dress.
Tulsa Hospital
George Switzgood, 415 N. Detroit;
not serious.
K. G. Logsdon, 308 S. Cincinnatti;
shot in arm; not seriously.
Sergt. W. R. Hastings, 1507 E. Jef-
ferson; not serious. After having his
wounds dressed, Sergeant Hastings
immediately left hospital.
H. L. Curry, Illinois hotel, shot
through neck; serious.
E. F. Vickers, city; arm shot.
M. W. Camble. 220 W. Cam [Iron;?]
thought serious.
Jess Collins, 522 N. Boston; serious.
R. N. Seltzer, 529 S. Utica; leg, not
serious.
Otto Sherry, 112 N. Frisco; face
powder burned.
Thirty-five or forty who were only
slightly wounded were attended at
the hospital. After the wounds were
dressed they walked out, leaving
no name or address.
Physicians & Surgeons Hospital.
R. C. Hankson, Jenks, Okla., tool
dresser; shot through right wrist,
bullet traveling through abdomen
into the left arm; shot at 6:45 a. m.
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It is our duty, however, to
call t he public's attention to
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or Civil Commotion.
We write Riot, Insurrection
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NOTICE
______
Because of the race war
the announcement of the re-
maining entrants in The
Tribune beauty contest will
be carried in all editions to-
morrow and none today.
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“You think the girls are okay?” Quinn asks a little while later as she looks down at her phone, “They haven’t messaged us or anything.”
“Geez. Cut the cord, mom.” Santana quips mindlessly then realizes what she has said and looks to Quinn apologetically, “Shit, sorry.”
Quinn only shrugs as she says, “It’s fine.”
Santana’s not sure if she believes her or not, but she knows Quinn won’t talk about anything further if she doesn’t want. The topic of Beth hasn’t resurfaced in awhile, maybe even ever since they all reconnected, but Santana doesn’t pry. Maybe it’s off the table for a reason?
Quinn’s still busy scrolling but Santana finds the silence falling around them unsettling and looks to Brittany for help.
“Well, we haven’t had a call from the manager so that means they haven’t ripped up a bunch of pillows or had any noise complaints. That’s a good sign, right?” Brittany says as she recounts the time they all went to New York for Nationals and had the most awesome pillow fight in the history of pillow fights. They had been in deep trouble but it was so worth it!
“That’s true,” Quinn nods then begins to chuckle, “We were such little shits with Mr. Schue, we would’ve never gotten away with that if Sue was around.”
“You know what? I bet it was my speech that did it. I scared the crap out of them on the bus,” Santana says with her chin up, “They don’t dare defy me.”
Quinn sputters out a laugh, “Right, that’s exactly what it is. Well, I hope they’re at least having fun. We use to love these trips.”
“That’s true,” Santana nodded, “But I’m not sure how much more reality tv I can take tonight.”
“Should we watch a movie?” Quinn asks.
Santana ponders, “Depends, what do they got?”
“Well-“
“I think we should go explore the city!” Brittany suggests and hops off the bed, “It’s a Friday night after all. I’m sure Cincinnati has some kind of nightlife? At least, way better than Lima has to offer?”
Santana rolls the thought around then agrees, “I’m down for a drink. How about you, Q?”
“Yeah, I think we deserve some fun too!” Quinn grins and they all shuffle off to get ready.
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They find a lively bar within walking distance of the hotel and are drawn in by the familiar music blaring from the outdoor speakers. It’s a little crowded but Santana slips her hand into Brittany’s almost on instinct to make sure they don’t get separated as the three of them head towards the bar.
The feeling is electric and Santana can’t help but look back at Brittany when she realizes what she’s done. Brittany wears a coy smile as her eyes focus on their hands before slowing meeting Santana’s. The coy smile evolves into a cheek bunching grin and Santana can’t help but mirror it before turning back to Quinn leading the way.
Luckily, they’re able to snag enough stools for each of them to sit as they order their first round.
While they wait, Santana takes in her surroundings and notices that it’s a relatively nice place, completely unlike anything Lima has to offer. She missed places like this, they were a dime a dozen in New York but she really didn’t know how good she had it until she left.
To think that their go-to hangout on a Friday night in Lima now is the same place she and her friends use to fight over coupons for in high school is kind of sad really. Don’t get her wrong, she loves Breadstix with her whole heart. If she could, she’d totally be the spokesperson for it but it’s not exactly the place she’d choose to for a wild night out.
Not that tonight will be a wild night out. They’re young but they have responsibilities and there’s no way the three of them can turn up to Sectionals tomorrow with killer hangovers.
As Santana’s eyes roam the room, they land on a dancefloor and she knows Brittany’s bound to drag them off once they hit their second or third drink.
To Santana’s surprise, it happens a lot sooner than she thinks.
She barely has a buzz, but when the opening chords of Brittany’s favorite song began to play Santana knew what she had to do. Quinn hung back to watch their drinks while Brittany whisked Santana away to the dancefloor. They sway to the beat while Brittany’s lips move in time with the words and being able to do this again fills Santana with so much joy that she can’t help but laugh and sing along too.
It’s been so long since she’s felt this kind of happiness and she gladly soaks it all in.
“Dancing with you is the best,” Brittany cheers and her words slur a little as she pulls Santana in close. Santana doesn’t say anything, just continues moving to the beat with the biggest smile on her face.
Santana’s a little sad when the song ends and they go to rejoin Quinn at the bar. They happily sip on their drinks and only get approached by random guys wanting to buy them another a couple of times before they make their way back to the dancefloor, this time with Quinn in tow. The three of them dance without a care in the world and it’s kind of a cathartic feeling after the intense week of training they’ve had.
“Gotta pee!” Brittany tells Quinn and Santana over the loud music. They nod and go looking for the bathroom together. Brittany spots a neon sign that reads Ladies and leads the way.
There’s only one stall open so Brittany heads in while Santana and Quinn wait by the sinks and check over their make up. It’s not until Santana’s in her purse looking for her lipstick when she spots the time on her phone. It’s later than she expects but they don’t need to be at the convention center until noon tomorrow and figures they’ll be alright with one more drink.
“You look happy,” Quinn comments softly, catching Santana’s eye in the mirror.
Santana smiles and notices the sound of Brittany singing to herself in the stall. She lets out a chuckle and looks back to Quinn, “I feel happy. I haven’t felt this way in so long, Q.”
“Is it the alcohol or is it the awesome company you’re in?” Quinn smirks.
Santana just laughs and says, “Maybe a little of both.”
\\
Of course, Santana must’ve done something to piss off someone in the universe because that happiness doesn’t last very long.
After their bathroom break, the trio are headed back to the bar for one last drink when Santana spots a familiar brunette sitting atop one of the stools and a girl with dirty blonde hair sitting next to her.
Santana instantly fills with rage. Because if memory serves her right, those two little shits are nowhere near old enough to be in a place like this.
“You have got to be shitting me,” Santana growls and Brittany’s quick to look at her, unsure of what has set Santana off so suddenly. She and Quinn scan the crowd but it doesn’t take Brittany long to find the source.
“Yikes,” Brittany grimaces while Quinn’s still searching. Brittany points over to the girls’ direction and Quinn’s jaw drops.
“They can’t be serious,” Quinn says in awe, “Is that Alex and Maddy?”
“Yup,” Brittany pops the ‘p’ and shakes her head at the sight.
“I’m going to have to kill them now,” Santana says calmly although she’s anything but, “Quinn, start looking for a new Cheerios captain. Satan’s Spawn has finally corrupted her.”
“God, do you see anymore of them in here?” Quinn asks and starts looking around.
“Better not be,” Santana huffs, “I can understand Alex going rogue because she’s a walking headache and I’m convinced she’s out to get me despite our obvious similarities, but Maddy? She is meant to be the good one. My mind is blown. I’m going to kick their little asses all the way back to Lima.”
Santana starts to wind up again but Brittany catches her by the wrist before she can stomp away, “Santana, wait. Just breathe for a second before switching into Snixx-mode.”
“But Britt…”
“Listen, I know you’re just being protective and I’m so attracted to you right now but-“
“Of course.” Quinn sighs.
“But getting angry first doesn’t solve anything,” Brittany says solemnly, “Just put yourself in their shoes. It’s not like we never went behind Coach’s back when we were their age.”
“I know, but they’re just kids, Britt, underage kids and people…they can be gross. I just want to make sure no one messes with them,” Santana replies and something in her makes her tone waver. Brittany notices the concern and she nods in understanding. Santana takes a settling breathe, “No one did that for us. Us three, we looked out for each other and we could handle ourselves but it shouldn’t have to be like that.”
“Santana has a point,” Quinn nods, “We got away with too much.”
“I won’t kill them,” Santana continues, “But we can’t let this slide.”
“Okay. You’re right,” Brittany relents with a soft smile and loosens her hold on Santana’s wrist, “Let’s get over there.”
The bartender is eying one of the girls’ ID but before he makes a judgment, Santana plucks it from his fingers. She glares at him with her eyes narrowed, “It’s clearly a fake. Do these girls look 21 to you?”
“Uhh..” The bartender stammers and quickly heads down to the other end of the bar to avoid the drama.
Santana rolls her eyes and thinks yeah you better run.
“Oh shit.”
Santana doesn’t know which one of them say it, but Maddy and Alex visibly pale as Santana turns her glare onto them.
“Yeah, oh shit is right.” Santana huffs while Quinn comes to stand off to the side of Maddy and Brittany stands behind them, successfully blocking them from running.
If they even had the balls to try.
Alex is the first to paste on a too-bright smile and try to de-escalate, “Hey Coach S, that’s a great dress. You look-“
Santana raises a single finger to cut her off, “Hot. I know. I don’t need you to tell me that. What I don’t know is why the hell you two are here?”
The girls stiffen and remain silent, too shell-shocked to speak.
“One of you better get to talking, Aunty Snixx is about to make an appearance.”
“Uh we just wanted to get out,” Maddy starts nervously, “Take a break from all the Cheer preparation.”
“Yeah! We’re kind of stressed out,” Alex adds, “An all the places in the hotel are overflowing with other squads and they’re kind of annoying. Plus, the girls keep hounding Maddy about being anxious for tomorrow and bitching about their boy problems or whatever. No one would leave us alone. I just thought she needed some time away to breathe, you know? We just wanted to get away to breathe.”
Santana eases – only slightly – at the word we and remembers the moment she shared with Alex back at Frank’s. She also remembers being on the Cheerios herself and the pressures of being on a consistently winning team and how it worsened when she made co-captain. She was a leader and with that title came a lot of responsibilities and that while balancing her studies and Glee Club and a personal life?
It’s a lot so she get’s wanting to escape. Especially with someone she finds comfort in.
She feels like a hypocrite for telling them off because she and Britt use to do the exact same thing when they were younger, only difference was that they never got caught and Sue didn’t come looking for them. Thankfully, nothing bad ever happened but that’s not always the case for everyone and that’s the thought she’s so hung up on.
Sometimes being the disciplinarian is hard work.
Santana shakes her head, unsure of how to proceed, then looks down at the ID and groans, “Who even made this? It’s pathetic, it doesn’t even look like you.”
“Let me see,” Brittany asks and looks over the tops of the girls’ heads, “Oh wow. Yeah, you should totally get your money back.”
Quinn tries her hardest to keep from snickering.
Brittany then glances to Santana and notices her silence and it’s like something clicks: Santana’s at a loss for words. Being a mentor and having to discipline kids properly is new for all of them and they often find themselves stepping in when the other wavers, this time is no different.
Usually, it has been Quinn that picks up where Santana leaves off but she remains silent this time. In fact, it’s Brittany who speaks first.
Brittany takes on a more serious tone as she focuses on the girls, “You’re both very smart and we are confident that you should know way better than this, especially since we have specifically said no leaving the hotel without supervision. Are we wrong for thinking that?”
It’s one thing when Santana goes off on the girls, but it hits differently when Brittany chastises them. Brittany has a little bit of a reputation for being the fun one which has a lot to do with her easy-going attitude. Santana is mostly about discipline but sometimes Brittany surprises everyone. She just has that tone and it makes everyone straighten up. She has used it on Santana a few times before and even she hasn’t grown immune to it yet.
Maddy and Alex look down guiltily, “No, Coach B.”
“Yeah. That’s what I thought too, but here we are. You’ve both blatantly gone against our rules and that’s not okay. We didn’t make them because we want to be lame and suck all the fun out of this weekend, they are in place to protect you.” Brittany tells them with such authority that Santana isn’t use to. She feels proud and softens even further as she listens quietly to Brittany talk.
“Listen,” Brittany starts and her tone is softer, “Competition weekends are very stressful and I get wanting to take a break. Breaks are super important but sneaking out to a bar in the middle of the night isn’t the way.”
“It’s dangerous,” Quinn adds and the other coaches nod to agree, “We’re responsible for you girls during these trips and we can’t risk any of you getting hurt. Coach B is right, there are much better ways to wind down that don’t involve underage drinking or sneaking off to bars.”
“We’re really sorry, Coaches.” Maddy apologizes sincerely.
“Yeah. It won’t happen again,” Alex adds and she catches Santana’s eye, “I promise.”
Santana sends her a pointed look, “It better not. We can talk about punishment when we get back to Lima.”
Alex and Maddy frown but ultimately nod to agree. It’s probably a first for Santana that Alex has been so easy to reprimand and she wonders if that has something to do with Frank’s.
“Come on, it’s late.” Quinn says in a lighter tone, “I’ll walk you back to the hotel and we can talk about other ways to deal with stress.” She looks over her shoulder to Santana and Brittany, “You guys can hang out for a bit longer here if you want?”
“You sure?” Santana asks but the slight smirk on Quinn’s lips as she keeps a hand on the younger girls’ shoulders and directs them to the door answers that question.
“Yeah, I can handle these two trouble makers on my own.” Quinn teases and gives the girls’ shoulders a little shake which cause small smiles to spread across their faces.
Santana mouths a thanks before Quinn and the Cheerios head out the door, leaving her and Brittany behind.
She doesn’t really feel like staying at the bar although Quinn offered to give them some alone time. Her mood was kind of killed after seeing Alex and Maddy there, but she’s not quite ready to head back to the hotel either.
“Take a walk with me?” Brittany suggests instead, “I think we passed a cool fountain on the way to the hotel earlier.”
“Okay,” Santana smiles and the pair of them head out to the street hand in hand.
\\
The air had gotten so cold during their walk that they had abandoned holding hands and moved to link arms instead, huddling together for warmth. It takes them 10-15 minutes to find the fountain Brittany had mentioned but when they do, they stand in front of it and stare up in awe. The drop in temperature also meant that some of the water had frozen while some still trickled through the cracks in the ice.
Santana wonders if Britt’s thinking the same thing: how the hell does running water freeze like that? But when she glances over at the blonde to ask, she finds that she isn’t even looking at the fountain.
She’s looking at Santana.
It makes her want to shy away, but it’s like she’s stuck in a trance. She finds herself smiling back.
“What is it?” She asks but Brittany just unlinks their arms and moves to wrap Santana into a warm hug. It takes Santana by surprise but she relaxes into Brittany’s embrace and circles her arms around her waist, hugging her back just as tightly.
They don’t say anything for awhile, but the silence is comforting. With the city sleeping, she feels like they’re the only ones in the world.
“Thank you for telling Quinn about us,” Brittany says softly a moment later, “I kind of felt weird leaving her out of the loop.”
“Me too. I’m sorry, Britt.” Santana replies, “I’m sorry for making you wait on me again.”
She doesn’t mean for the words to hold such meaning, but with their history it’s hard to miss. They’ve always had trouble with timing in their relationship, either someone wasn’t ready or someone was too afraid or someone wasn’t single. It has never just worked out.
Brittany’s brows furrow and it’s like she knows exactly where Santana’s thoughts are headed. There’s this look Brittany gives as she tucks some of Santana’s hair behind her ear that Santana can only describe as someone completely in love.
“Things are different this time,” Brittany tells her, “You’re not making me wait, we’re taking things slow and I respect that. You want to do things right.”
“Yeah, but it’s not only about what I want,” Santana replies and pulls away to cup Brittany’s cheek. She regrets it because her skin is so cold against her warm hands, but she keeps it there as she says, “You have a say in how things go too. We’re not going to make decisions for each other anymore.”
“That never was a strength for us anyway.”
“Exactly.” Santana grins proudly and Brittany mirrors it.
“I can still thank you though.”
Santana can barely get out a reply before they’re kissing. It’s soft and slow and filled with many things still left unsaid.
Santana’s not sure who leans in first but it’s not like that matters when the tip of Brittany’s tongue slips along Santana’s lip. She inhales deeply at the feel and thinks about how nice this is. In fact, it’s kind of romantic because they’re the only ones there in front of this frozen water fountain and the glow of old-timey street lamps surround them.
It also reminds Santana that she should take Britt on a date soon. They use to love their Friday Night dates. It’s then that Santana remembers what day it is currently and her smile grows.
But she soon gets distracted as Brittany tangles her hand into Santana’s hair. She surprises herself when a whimper escapes and she can feel Brittany smirking against her as the kiss deepens. They haven’t really done something like this yet in such a public place since they’ve reconnected and the newness of it excites Santana. Her knees suddenly feel wobbly and her fingers dig into the material of Brittany’s jacket as if it’ll keep her from falling over.
She knows it’s not the alcohol, that buzz is long gone. The feelings fluttering in her stomach, the way her heart races, the heat settling lower than she cares to admit are all tell-tale signs of how her body reacts to Brittany. She feels like she’s in a daze with this spontaneous make out session and hopes no one is secretly perving on them but that’s only a fleeting thought when she feels Brittany pull away.
Santana pouts the instant she’s gone.
“We have to stop,” Brittany husks and Santana can’t think of anything worse right now. It must be written all over her face because Brittany bends down to press a kiss to the tip of her nose, “Don’t give me that look. You know I want nothing more in the world than to make sweet, sweet lady love to you right now but you’re so cold you’re starting to shake and so am I.”
Santana chuckles at Brittany’s way with words and concedes, “You’re right, I’m freezing my tits off. Let’s head back, make sure the girls haven’t taken Quinn hostage or anything.”
\\
By the time they head back to their room, Quinn is already tucked in bed with a fuzzy pink eye mask over her eyes. There are soft snores come from her side of the room and Santana scrambles to record her for blackmail later. They both do their best to stay quiet since Quinn isn’t as heavy of a sleep as she let on in the past and make their way to the bathroom to get ready for bed.
It should make Santana a little nervous to see Brittany strip down, especially while they’re in such close quarters but they’ve been getting changed together in locker rooms since they were kids and Santana’s worked on her leering a lot since then.
Although, when Brittany’s bra lands on the floor it takes a lot for Santana to keep her eyes elsewhere and focus on getting changed herself. Brittany gets fully dressed first and goes to the sink to brush her teeth while Santana struggles to pull her sleep shirt over her head. Their eyes catch in the mirror as Santana soon joins her side. Brittany gives her a sudsy grin as her blue eyes twinkle and goes to hand Santana the toothpaste.
And it’s something so small, but the way they move around each other during their nightly routine brings back so many memories from when they were younger. Memories of sleepovers and that one time Brittany came up to Louisville for a visit run through Santana’s mind and she’s so thankful that they’re at this place again.
When they finally slide beneath the covers a bit later, Santana’s nerves begin to intensify. The size of the bed is only a double so there isn’t much room for personal space and for a moment Santana’s hyper-aware of every little part of her that brushes against Brittany.
“You look nervous,” Brittany whispers and Santana instantly blushes.
“We haven’t done this in awhile,” She explains shyly.
“I know,” Brittany replies as her hand slides up to touch Santana’s, “It’s just me.”
Santana wants to tell her that’s why she’s nervous but there’s something about the way Brittany says it that settles her nerves. There’s this kind of softness there and Santana finds herself easing the longer she’s there.
When she finds her pinky hooking around Brittany’s, she’s able to relax even further and gives the blonde a smile in return.
They lie facing each other, watching how their blinks become slower and slower. Their legs tangle together, clean shaven skin smooth against one another’s, while their pinkies stay linked near their pillows. Similar to their moment by the fountain, cocooned in a comfy duvet, Santana feels like they’re the only ones left in the world.
Santana can’t get over how comfortable she feels although she had just been so worried about crossing a personal space line before. It’s silly, she thinks, how easily her mind can have her overthinking the littlest of things. Many things have changed between them, but Brittany has always had a way with comforting Santana and thankfully she still hasn’t lost her touch.
“You ready for tomorrow?” Brittany whispers so softly Santana almost misses it.
“I think so,” Santana answers just as quietly, “The girls have been practicing so hard.”
“Yeah,” Brittany mumbles and Santana can tell she’s close to falling asleep.
“What about you?” Santana asks, “Are you ready?”
“Totally,” Brittany grins, “We have a pretty awesome squad.”
“True.”
They fall into a comfortable silence and Santana watches as Brittany tries to stifle a yawn. It’s the cutest thing she’s seen all day and she wants to tell her but her eyelids feel heavy and her ability to form words is delayed.
Brittany snuggles down further against her pillow and says, “I really hope we win.”
They’re her last words as Brittany’s eyes finally close. She looks peaceful with her blonde hair curtaining her cheek, almost angelic. Santana has to reach out to check that she isn’t dreaming just yet, that Brittany is here and very real. That they’re doing this again; sharing a bed and falling asleep tangled up in each other. She has to make sure she hasn’t dreamt the whole thing up.
When Brittany doesn’t stir from her touch, Santana has to stifle a giggle. She always envied how fast Brittany could fall asleep. One minute she would be seemingly wide awake, chatty as ever, then the next she would be out like a light.
Santana on the other hand let her thoughts run wild until she’d exhaust herself from all the thinking. Tonight is different though, she doesn’t feel the need to tire herself out. Not when she has Brittany so close and everything feels so soft and warm.
“I think we will.” Santana tells Brittany although she knows she’s dead asleep now. She then goes to press a goodnight kiss to Brittany’s lips before snuggling in close.
Sleep finds her easily that night and it’s the best one she’s had in awhile, but that’s no surprise.
She’s always slept better with Brittany.
\\
Santana ends up being right about the win.
She never doubted it for a second, but their girls kicked ass with a damn near perfect score! The other squads didn’t stand a chance up against their stellar performance.
Santana remembered what it felt like to be in their girls’ position, that feeling of accomplishment and the relief from knowing that Sue would be in a much better mood after a win but being announced the winner as a coach hit totally differently. She was so overcome with pride and that feeling just multiplied as they all gathered to take a picture with their giant First Place trophy.
It was nothing but pure happiness as everyone exchanged congratulations. Santana even found herself welcoming a couple hugs from the girls which was so unlike her, but she didn’t care!
Nothing could beat this feeling of accomplishment.
Well, almost nothing.
“We did it! We’re going to Regionals!” Brittany cheered and suddenly Santana was being hoisted in the air and spun around.
“Oh my God, Britt!” Santana squealed through her laughter, holding on to the top of Brittany’s head for balance. Being up that high, she felt like she was on top of the world.
Most of the girls had been too preoccupied to notice them except for Quinn. She was giggling away from below with that same all-knowing look in her eye. Santana’s first instinct was to flick her off, but she was too happy to bring herself to do that.
Instead she smiled back and yelled, “Nice trophy!”
“The first of many under our reign!” Quinn called back as Brittany lowered Santana. She turned to the squad and held the trophy up a little higher, “Isn’t that right, girls?”
Then there was a sea of eager yes Coach and it was all the reassurance Santana needed, because this coaching thing?
Piece of cake.
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