A/N: Hello! This is my first Brittana fanfic so I apologize if it is horrible :P I'm not the best writer Haha. Anyway, please review with your thoughts and comments and I will read them. Also, It starts out in Santana's POV and it will flip to Brittany's in the next couple chapters. And now I present Mistaken. Enjoy!

Disclaimer: I don't own Glee or any of it's characters.


My watch read 1:30 a.m. as I'm walking down the deserted streets of Lima, Ohio. The streetlamps cast a faint light on the hundreds of WANTED posters pinned to the sides of buildings and telephone poles and even mailboxes. I walk over to a mailbox in front of my old favorite restaurant, Breadstix, and examine the face on the poster. My face. Under the picture read

WANTED: Santana Lopez

Description: Short Latina in her early twenties. Long, dark brown hair. Brown eyes. Tattoo of the word 'Love' written in Hebrew on right wrist.

Wanted for several homecides.

I tear the poster down angrily. I didn't do this, I thought, I didn't kill, I didn't steal. HE did. That bastard who framed me. Puckerman. I swear when I find him...I don't know what I'll do. I slip into the memory from 4 months ago. The day I met him.

4 months ago...

I relaxed all my muscles and stared up at the cloudless sky. It was a beautiful Saturday afternoon in Amber Park. Sounds of birds chirping and children laughing and screaming in delight as they played around. I checked the time on my phone. It read 2:12 p.m. I had to meet Quinn in 18 minutes at Breadstix.

I stood up and started to make my way back to my car when a tanned, muscular man in a grey business suit placed his hand on my shoulder. In his other hand, he held a briefcase. When I turned around, he smiled. "Hey there, beautiful," he said and ran his hand down my arm, his gaze not fixed on my face, but on my chest.

"Can I help you?" I asked, feeling uncomfortable.

"My name is Noah Puckerman. I couldn't help but notice you. You are drop dead gorgeous. I know that we just met, but I just have to take you out on a date."

I shook my head and stepped away from him. He didn't seem like a good idea and I knew nothing about him. "Sorry, but I don't play for your team." There was an odd glint in his eye and then he smiled again. This time, it was a lot more forced.

"Alright. Fine. Can I at least talk to you for a little bit?"

"I guess for a couple minutes, but I'm meeting a friend at 2:30."

"Okay."

He led me to a bench nearby and sat down. I sat next to him and scooted away when her scooted closer. "So what is your name?" he asked.

"Santana," I said, "Santana Lopez."

"So you're a Latina."

"Yes," I said, scratching my nose with my right hand.

His gaze moved to the tattoo on the inside of my wrist. He pointed to it.

"What is that?"

"This? It's my tattoo. It says 'Love' in Hebrew."

"That is very nice."

"Thanks"

We talked for another couple of minutes. As we talked, I noticed that he kept typing something on his Blackberry, but I thought nothing at it. Checking my own phone, I noticed that it was 2:26. "Crap," I said, "Sorry, but I really have to go."

He smiled that forced smile again and I could see a new glint in his eye. It looked almost evil. Like how a serial killer would look before he shot his next victim. I waved and walked back to my car. Sunlight glinted off the shiny black hood and into my eyes. I shut them tightly and mentally kicked myself for forgetting sunglasses. I got into the car, put the key into the ignition, and turned the car on.

YELLOW DIAMONDS IN THE LIGHT

NOW WE'RE STANDING SIDE BY SIDE

AS YOUR SHADOW CROSSES MINE

WHAT IT TAKES TO COME ALIVE

The radio blared on as the car started. "Ah!" I shrieked and turned it down.

Because the way I'm feeling I just can't deny
But I gotta let it go

We found love in a hopeless place
We found love in a hopeless place
We found love in a hopeless place
We found love in a hopeless place

As I drove toward Breadstix, I smiled at the memory of singing this song in my high school glee club. It was such a long time ago. About 8 years ago. I remembered singing with the New Directions. My smile grew bigger as I thought of each member and I began to sing along
"Shine a light through an open door
Love and life I will divide
Turn away cause I need you more"

Quinn, Mercedes, Sam, Mike, Tina.
"Feel the heartbeat in my mind
Because the way I'm feeling I just can't deny
But I gotta let it go"

Finn, Rachel, Kurt, Artie, Blaine, Brittany. Warmth shot throughout my body at the thought of the blonde-haired, blue-eyed beauty. Brittany. I missed her so much. After high school, she and her parents moved to Cleveland. We lost contact and we haven't seen each other since graduation. A tear rolled down my cheek as I pulled into the parking lot.

Quinn was already sitting in our usual booth next to the bar when I walked inside. She waved me over and I sat down across from her. "Hello," she said, "I haven't seen you in a while." She smiled.

"Aww, you missed me didn't you?" I said with a smirk.

"I hate to admit it, Lopez, but I really did." The waiter came over and we ordered our drinks. A lemonade for me and an ice tea for her. "So," she said, "What have you been up to?"

"Well, I'm thinking about going back to school."

"Back?"

"Yeah I was going to NYU to get my degree in teaching."

"Why'd you come back to Lima?"

"My dad had a heart attack and passed away a few months ago. I'm taking care of my mother now. She is sick."

"I'm so sorry."

"Yeah.."

The waiter came back with our drinks and we ordered our food. As usual, I ordered a giant plate of breadsticks. Quinn laughed as the waiter walked away. "You are still obsessed with breadsticks?"

"Hey, they are amazing. I'm in love with them as much as you're in love with bacon." She smiled and sipped her tea.

"Speaking of love," she said, "How have you and Brittany been?"

My heart beat faster at the mention of her name and my smile faded.

"I haven't seen her since graduation." Quinn looked at me apologetically as the waiter sat our food in front of us. We ate in an awkward silence. I chewed on my breadstick and thought about Brittany. Ever since I thought of her in the car, I couldn't stop thinking about her. Her smile, her long legs, her beautiful golden hair, and those piercing blue eyes. A man shouting at the bar pulled me out of my thoughts.

"Hey, Mario! Turn up the TV!" The bartender looked over at the man and turned up the TV. A female news reporter was on the screen in Amber Park. a caption underneath said: Mass murder in Amber Park.

My stomach twisted up. "I was just there," I muttered. Quinn looked at me wide-eyed and then turned back to the screen.

"-twelve children were found dead. Each suffered from multiple gunshot wounds to the stomach. The shooting happened about 25 minutes ago and police were contacted. they arrived at the scene five minutes late, but the suspect had already fled the scene." The reporter paused as a tanned, muscular man with a Mohawk stepped next to her. Puckerman. He had an evil glint in his eye. The same one I saw at the park a few hours earlier. "Here with me, is Noah Puckerman. He claims that he saw the murderer and is here to give a description of the attacker. Go ahead Mr. Puckerman." The camera zoomed in on Puck and he began to speak.

"I happened to see the attacker leave the scene before the police arrived. It was a short female Latina in her mid-twenties." My eyes widened, wait a minute..."Dark brown hair, brown eyes, and a tattoo on the inside of her right wrist. I recognized her to be a woman known as Santana Lopez." Quinn turned and looked at me. Her eyes looked like they were about to pop out of their sockets. A picture of me walking to my car flashed upon the screen "You have been here for over an hour!" Quinn almost yelled. "There is no way you could've been at the park at that time!"

I nodded. I was being framed by someone. My stomach twisted even tighter and one thought came to mind. I have to get out of here. Quinn pulled out $40 for lunch, grabbed my wrist, and pulled me out of the restaurant and into an alley between the restaurant and another building. "Can you please tell me what the hell is going on?" She hissed. I shook my head.

"Listen, Fabray, I. Didn't. Kill. Anyone. I was there with you for over an hour! The shooting happened half an hour ago!"

Quinn shook her own head. "This makes no sense. The police are going to be searching for you and they are gonna be all over everyone's ass trying to find you. Tell me exactly what you did from the time that you got to the park and the time you left."

"I got to the park about 1:30," I said, "I walked around for about half an hour and then I decided to lay down and look at the clouds for a while. When I realized that I had to head over here, I got up and started to make my way back to the car. Then that Puck guy stopped me and introduced himself. He even asked me out, but I told him I was gay. Then he looked...different than before."

"What do you mean?"

"Like when he introduced himself, he was all warm and smiled naturally, but when I told him I was gay, he got all stiff and his smiles were forced and he had this sort of evil glint in his eye. It was really weird. And he kept typing stuff on his Blackberry. Anyway, we talked for a while and then I left and came here." When I finished, I looked a Quinn. She stood there with a blank expression.

"Santana, he framed you," she said in a shaky voice, "He did it."

"What?"

"He killed those children and he framed you."

I stood there for a second, trying to process what she was saying. My expression turned from confused, to shocked, to angry. "H-he WHAT? That little asshole! Why the hell would anyone want to kill a bunch of kids and then blame it on some random person he barely knows?"

"I don't know, but first thing's first, you have to leave town."

And that is just what I did. After a quick goodbye, I drove home and got my things together. My mom wasn't home so I didn't get to say goodbye. As I was putting the things that I needed into my car, I began to cry. I rarely ever cried, but tears were uncontrollably streaming down my face. In one day, I turned from a normal Lima citizen to a fugitive.

End of Flashback

I'm not sure why I came back though. I moved to a small town named Yorktown, Indiana. It was like Lima, boring and there was only one good restaurant. Thankfully, nobody there heard about the shooting so I was still able to keep my own name. I kept contact with Quinn and she kept me updated on the search for me and if I needed to switch towns again. Luckily, the trail was still cold and there was no evidence.

A few days ago, I found myself driving back here. It was like someone or something needed me here so I came back. I knew it was stupid choice to come back, but I felt that I had to. That something good was waiting for me here.

The sound of a car motor pulls me out of my thoughts. I slip into the alley near me. It is the same alley that Quinn and I decided that I should leave town. It was the last time I saw Quinn. Red and blue lights flash onto the pavement as a police car slowly makes it's was toward me. "Dammit," I mutter, flattening my back against the wall of the restaurant. I hope the shadows are hiding me well. Unfortunately, the car slows to a stop right in front of the alley. I see a faint blue light and a shadow is moving around inside. I see very long hair so I assume it is a girl.

The car door opens and closes as the girl gets out. She turns on a flashlight and starts waving it around. Similar to what Brittany used to do when the power was out and she had a flashlight. I used to play flashlight tag with her and she would just wave it around for no reason. I chuckle, but then stop when I notice that the girl froze. The hot, bright light beams into the alley. Dammit I'm trapped.

"Who's there?" the girl asks and I freeze. I know that voice. That too familiar voice. The light shines straight into my eyes this time and I close them.

"S-San?" she says in that innocent, angelic voice. I gulp.

"Hey, Britt."


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