AN: Something inspired by the Halloween season. The story is a horror story but it's also a Brittana story. This is not the same story or Santana that's in Miles to Go Before I Sleep, my other story. It's just an idea I got and wanted to start. I doubt I'll finish by Halloween, but I needed to get it started at least. You should also know that when this is happening doesn't matter. Blaine is there, so you can assume senior year, but I'm not going to follow any plot from Season 3. I just love having Blaine around. Finally, you should know I own none of the characters. If only I had been so brilliant to make them up. But alas! Anyway, read, enjoy, please review!

Chapter 1

Santana Lopez was running late. Not really late, but late enough for it to piss her off. She liked getting up a bit earlier every morning so that she could go get Brittany a little earlier than she needed so they could sit in her car with it's, thank god, darkened windows and make out. It was the best part about her morning. She couldn't miss it.

She put on her jacket and buttoned it up. It wasn't particularly cold outside but Santana Lopez hated being even a bit chilly. She liked layers and didn't care if her jacket covered up her Cheerios outfit. She'd remove it before she went into school, along with the sweatpants she had pulled over her skirt.

Don't misunderstand, Santana fucking loved getting to wear her Cheerios outfit all the time. It was a status symbol and got her whatever she wanted. But in the fall and winter, it made her want to die. She was always cold during the winter months. The only thing she liked about the changing seasons was the clothes. She loved being able to put on layers. Plus, winter clothes were cute. Especially on Santana.

But then again, what wasn't cute on Santana?

She smiled to herself and checked her reflection one last time in the mirror hanging in the entrance way. Her dad was already gone to work or hadn't gotten back yet. It was hard to tell sometimes. He worked in the ER so his hours were just a bit too spastic for Santana to remember. And her mother...

Well she hadn't been around in a while. But whatever.

She grabbed her school bag and headed out the door, closing it and remembering, this time, to lock it. She was bad about things like that. Her dad always warned her, especially with the amount of time she spent home alone to be more careful. But it was hard to remember. Sometimes Santana just felt invincible.

She pressed a button on her key ring and her car blinked it's headlights and the doors unlocked. She walked down the path to her car but stopped dead. In the middle of the path there was a dead rat. Santana didn't know what to think. It wasn't one of those small, cute mice you saw a neighbor cat eating and felt sorry for, it was a huge ass rat, dead, tongue lolling. Santana looked at it for a moment, confused.

Sure, it was just a rat. But something about it bugged her. Why was it here, on her path? She didn't own a cat. The neighbor had a small dog but it didn't go outside often, especially during cold weather. She stared at it then remembered she was running late.

She slid into the leather seat of her car expecting it to be cold, but was so glad she had started her car ten minutes before via remote. The interior was warm, toasty even and Santana felt immediately better. A nice warm car ride. A good way to start a morning.

You know what would be even better though?

And there she was. Santana knew her way to Brittany's house better than she knew her way home. The girl was waiting on the front porch looking adorable. Brittany loved fall and winter. It had the best holidays, she would tell Santana. Brittany jogged to the car and wrenched the door open. It was uncharacteristically cold for the time of year, early October. The cold wind whipped into the car and Santana shuddered.

She fucking hated cold. Brittany jumped into the passenger seat and shut the door quickly, knowing this about her friend.

"Hey," she says loudly. Ever chipper in the morning. She blew some bangs out of her face and smiled at Santana.

If Santana could spend every morning looking at that smile, well, she didn't know how she couldn't be happy. "Hey," she responded, smiling back. She wasn't as generally enthusiastic as Brittany, but she was enthusiastic because of Brittany and that is enough.

"Nice and toasty," Brittany giggled buckling herself into the passenger seat.

"You know I can't take the cold."

Santana looked over her shoulder to back out of the driveway. Brittany turned the radio on and looked for the best song with which to start the morning.

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Santana parked in one of the student lots behind the school. She sits with Brittany in her lap, kissing her. The car still running and the heat going. Brittany felt like a furnace on top of Santana and when she broke away from Santana's mouth to kiss her jawline then down her neck Santana felt like she was going to catch on fire. The car was stifflingly hot.

Santana moaned slightly and felt Brittany smile into her neck. Santana's hands draped naturally on Brittany's waist. She felt good there, it was her default hand placement position. Brittany, though, had her hands tangled in Santana's hair.

"I'm so happy you're mine now," the blonde whispered. Brittany's warm breath on Santana's neck drove the young Latina crazy. She felt a need growing between her legs and shifted uncomfortably beneath the blonde.

"What're you talking about?" She managed to say it without sounding too worked up. "I've always been yours."

She gasped as Brittany sucked on her neck in just the right spot. Brittany pulled away and Santana sighed, wanting her back. She found her eyes, dark brown and blue locked together. Intimacy that Santana craved from Brittany.

"But now you're all mine. Now that we're together."

Santana smiled. Together. She loved the way Brittany said it. It meant it was real. They're together. Committed. It scared the hell out of Santana. She didn't know what she was doing, sometimes. She was dating a girl who was her best friend. She knew what it looked like on the outside, that she was dating this girl and they were all gay and blahblahblah.

It wasn't like that though. Brittany wasn't just a girl, she was Brittany. She was everything Santana had ever felt she needed and then some. It was completely different. Santana Lopez was in love with her best friend who happened to be a girl. Ridiculously in love with her best friend who happened to be a girl. She reached up and kissed the blonde girl lightly on the lips.

"I love how I can just do that," she said eyes still closed.

"You know what would be even more sexier," Brittany said kissing her lips then back down the other side of her neck.

"Mmm," Santana moaned.

"If you'd do it in public."

Santana froze. Her body immediately turned itself off and the heat in the car went from being comfortable unbearable. Brittany felt the change and pulled away. She looked at Santana hard, but Santana couldn't read her expression.

"What?" Brittany seemed almost annoyed.

"What? Nothing." Santana said quickly. Brittany sighed and tried to move back to the passenger seat. A difficult task since the two girls seemed to be melded together.

Santana held her hips in place. She hated the times Brittany had to part from her, especially if they were arguing. "Look," Santana began She held the blondes bright eyed gaze. "I'm trying, okay. This is hard for me. I'm just now starting to accept that I'm attracted to women. I'll get there. I'd do anything for you, Brittany."

Brittany smiled, but it was a hollow smile that made Santana's heart plummet in her chest. She knew she was the cause of the smile and she didn't like it. "I know you'd do anything for me, Santana, but I want you to do this for you. You need to do this for you. Not me."

They lapse into a comfortable silence. Brittany was right Santana knew it. Coming out was something she couldn't just do, time was needed. She needed a boost in the right direction and she knew she wasn't getting that from Brittany. She'd either have to find that push from someone else or...fuck, just do it herself.

She exhaled roughly.

"I know you're trying," Brittany said. Her smile full again. Santana smiled back, she couldn't help herself. She kissed her girlfriend on the lips, slowly, lingering. She wanted to taste Brittany. Savor her. Brittany kissed her back and slid her tongue across Santana's bottom lip causing the brunettes breath to hitch in her throat.

"San," she whispered against full lips.

"Hmm," Santana whispered inbetween a kiss.

"We're going to be late." Brittany kissed down Santana's neck again. Damn, she knew all the right places.

"Don't care," Santana said quickly pulling Brittany closer to her. Brittany's hips ground into hers and she gasped loudly. "Oh god."

Brittany stopped kissing and leaned her forehead against Santana's shoulder. "We're really going to be late if we keep going."

Santana sighed and leaned her head back. She met Brittany's eyes and smiled. "Fine."

It was a bit awkward maneuvering themselves in the car, trying to fix their slightly mussed hair and adjust make up. They grabbed their bags, Santana switching off the engine and they made a run for the school. The shock of the cold wind on Santana's bare legs made her shiver immediately. Next time it's cold, fuck it, she was wearing pants. Coach could just deal with it.

Had she mentioned how much she hated cold weather?

As soon as they made it inside though, they felt the heat. Damn, it sucked in the spring when the school couldn't figure out how to turn the heat off but it felt so good during the winter. Santana looked at her phone.

They had six minutes to get to first period. They linked pinkies and ran.

LINE BREAK

The day was slow. Santana got bored in her classes where she didn't have Brittany, which was all of the ones in the morning, but thankfully, her class right before lunch was Glee.

She walked into the choir room and found her girl sitting in the back row talking animatedly to Mike Chang. She smiled. All she wanted to do was go sit with her, laugh with her. Hold her hand, sneak a kiss when she could. But something in Santana wouldn't let her. Something inside of her was terrified of what could happen.

She knew that the people in Glee would be okay with whatever it was that she had with Brittany. But she wasn't like Kurt. She knew herself and knew she couldn't live with even a fraction of the shit he'd gone through, let alone drag Brittany with her. Santana reignedherself in and sat in the back row with Brittany. Too many big thoughts for Glee club.

The blonde turned to smile at her and brushed a hand surreptitiously against her leg. Santana felt her heart jump in her chest. Brittany was already talking with Mike again. Halloween.

"I think a ninja would be super cool for you." Brittany said enthusiastically to Mike. "You're Asian and you dance really good, that's like, what a ninja is."

Mike smiled, humoring Brittany's child-like view of things. "Tina wanted me to go with her as the corpse bride and whoever Johnny Depp voiced."

"Of course she'd be the corpse bride," Santana scoffed. She looked up, not realizing the comment had been out loud. Mike looked unsure of how to take the response. Brittany was giving her the, 'Come on, San.' pouting expression. "It just like, fits her." She added as an afterthought.

Mike nodded. "Yeah, she's already got the costume, I think. Which is weird but you know how she dresses." He drifted off for a second. "What about you two?"

"I'm totally going as a ghost this year."

Santana wasn't the only one who gave Brittany a questioning look. "Britts, it's Halloween and you're going to wear a sheet over your head?"

"Or I was thinking pumpkin or a ballerina." She looked at Mike then Santana. "What? A pumpkin is totally Halloween-y."

"But it's lame." Santana said frowning at the prospect

Brittany frowned in return. "Fine then, what're you going to be?"

"Devil in a red dress." Mike smirked and Santana didn't miss it. "Look, save your sarcasm. It's perfect for me. Plus, Halloween is just an excuse for girls like to me to dress a bit more...provocatively. I'll wear a hot red dress that'll have the football team drooling and then I'll add some horns or something."

Brittany giggled. Santana wasn't sure why.

"Well thought out then, Santana." Mike said smiling. Santana looked at him, eyes slightly narrowed. She knew that Mike had no idea how to talk to her. Santana wasn't exactly the easiest person to have a conversation with, but she was trying. This was progress.

"But Brittany, you can not go as a pumpkin. I liked the Ballerina idea, though."

"Maybe I'll go as Ke$ha. I really liked that outfit I wore when we sang Tik Tok." She was zoned in her own world thinking hard. Santana knew that Halloween was a big deal for Brittany. She took Brittany and her younger sister around their neighborhood every year, even though she had stopped going herself like, five years ago. None of the parents or families seemed to mind Brittany. They actually all really enjoyed her costumes and her enthusiasm.

"I love that idea." It was true. Ke$ha was hot, Brittany as Ke$ha? Hotter. Santana crossed her legs, feeling a familiar tingling building in her.

Brittany noticed and smiled. "Tease," Santana whispered.

"I think Artie should go as a transformer." It was a sudden, random comment that caught Mike and Santana off guard. He had just rolled in, so, Santana supposed, it wasn't too random.

"That's actually a pretty interesting idea," Mike said. Santana wasn't surprised. All guys loved transformers.

"Right?" Brittany's enthusiasm returned ten-fold.

Honestly, Santana didn't care what anyone else went as, but Brittany could not spend Halloween walking around with a sheet over her head. That just wasn't right.

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The rest of the day wasn't nearly as interesting as talking about costumes in Glee. Her classes were boring and most of them were just there to fill in space. She didn't really need any of them except for English and Math and Glee, of course, but she needed that in a different way.

She only had three classes with Brittany. Glee, then her last two, Math and English. Santana loved spending all the time she could with the long-legged beauty but out of all the classes they could have had together, they had to get the two classes Santana actually had to pay attention in to pass?

It was still early in the year. She could pass notes to Brittany or whisper to her in the back without it being a huge detriment. Just as long as she turned her homework in at some point.

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Cheerios practice was grueling. The squad wasn't scheduled to practice inside for another week even though it was freezing outside. Santana was co-head and was expected to tough through anything Sue or the weather threw at her.

But this was fucking ridiculous. She was shivering like a tiny, wet dog all through the practice and when Sue finally yelled at them to get their mediocre selves into the locker rooms she was relieved.

Not all of the girls showered after practice. It was kind of a thing only those with seniority did. The freshman girls were still too nervous about their bodies and not as comfortable with the other girls yet. Santana liked it like that though. She didn't have to wait for a shower or anything. She stripped out of her uniform in the shower stall and let the hot water run.

She loved the heat. She could stand under the pounding water all day.

"Santana?" The voice brought her back to reality. "Come on, San, hurry up."

It was Brittany. Ever impatient. Santana didn't know who was still in the locker room so she resisted the knee-jerk reaction to invite the blonde into the warm water with her. She sighed and finished up her shower quickly. As soon as the water was off though she hated herself for not staying in the shower. The locker room was warm but it wasn't as warm as the water.

Santana wrapped herself in a towel and stepped out of the stall. Brittany was there, dressed and ready, bottom lip stuck out.

"I'm hurrying, I promise." Santana toweled off her hair and then went to her locker. She pulled out clothes and her keys. "Can you go start my car?"

"It's cold." Brittany said.

"But if you start it now then it'll be warm inside when we leave." Santana didn't want to get into her car and sit on leather seats without it first being warmed up. Brittany sighed and took the keys. "You don't actually have to go outside and start it manually, there's a button on the ring."

"I know," the blondes voice floated back towards Santana. She smiled and got dressed.

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Santana hated and loved Cheerios practice. It felt good to be active and moving and being in charge. At the same time, though, she hated getting yelled at like she was incompetent by Sue Sylvester. Still, at least it was an equal thing. If she got yelled at, so did everyone else.

The one thing Santana hated and loved about Cheerios the most is what it did to her sex drive. Something about being tossed around and moving and constantly being pushed made her extremely in need of some time alone with Brittany.

So, it came as no shock to Brittany that as soon as the front door had shut Santana had her pushed against the door frame and was kissing her. Brittany smiled. She had been expecting this. It was a routine, something she knew Santana needed after a particularly brutal practice and this one had been brutal.

She kissed Santana gently, slowly, knowing it would only drive her nuts. It was almost like a game to Brittany. She wanted to drag out the need from Santana. It was amazing, to feel need from such a powerful force as Santana.

Her plans changed when she felt Santana's tongue on hers. She wanted her too. They shed off their coats and whatever extra garments they had on to protect against the cold.

They broke apart. Santana looked at the blonde, taking in how her lips looked so perfect, how her eyes had darkened with desire. She kissed her lips slowly and Santana could feel Brittany pushing her backwards. Santana knew the blonde wanted to go upstairs.

Their lips parted and Santana hated every second she wasn't pressed against Brittany. They climbed the stairs and found each other again in the hall. Santana thought it was pretty lame that they had to get to the bedroom. Wasn't the hallway good enough?

Brittany sensed this and pulled Santana to the bedroom.

They were completely alone in the house.

Santana was pushed onto the edge of her bed by Brittany. She smiled at the girl who leaned down to kiss her gently, Brittany's hair curtaining around Santana. Brittany crawled onto her lap, straddling her. Santana leaned her head back and looked at the blonde. They hold eye contact.

Santana's heart pounded in her chest. This felt right. It always felt right.

Brittany captured her girlfriends lips and Santana's hands went to her waist instinctively. They stay linked for a while, kissing, sucking, enjoying each other. Santana would have been fine like this, just like in the car this morning. Brittany was intoxicating and any type of contact felt like so much sometimes that it was overwhelming. Her love for the blonde had only grown stronger lately. Then Brittany's hips ground into hers and she remembered her motives. She put her arms around the blonde and flipped her over; a move she had lots of practice with.

Santana crawled on top of Brittany and their lips met again. She letsher hands wander down Brittany's body and grazed her chest. She stopped at the hem of her shirt and let her finger run across the skin. She felt the muscles in Brittany's stomach spasm and smiled into their kiss. Brittany groaned.

Santana broke away from the blonde beneath her and pulled at her top, Brittany lifted up, helping her remove the shirt. She unclasped her bra for Santana and tossed it aside. Santana kissed Brittany's lips before making her way slowly down her neck, down the valley between her breasts. She left little kisses over her skin and Brittany squirmed beneath her.

Santana knew that Brittany was perfect, that she was beyond anything she ever deserved. She was driven by desire but all Santana could feel was love. This immense amount of love that she sometimes didn't know how to deal with. Like it would burst out of her chest if she wasn't able to show Brittany just how much she loved her Santana kissed every inch of Brittany she could reach, needing to delve into Brittany, bathe in who she was.

The heat building in between Santana's legs was almost unbearable. God she was becoming easy. Brittany wasn't even naked and Santana still had a shirt and sweatpants on. She sucked a nipple into her mouth and Brittany arched her back. Santana trailed kisses to her other nipple.

"Oh, San," Brittany moaned lightly. It was enough to make Santana feel crazed. She kissed her way down Brittany's toned stomach and paused at the hem of her pants. She kissed the skin there softly as she began to slowly, agonizingly slowly remove the offensive garment.

An annoying ringing broke the moment. Santana looked up, about to pull Brittany's pants off. Her phone was ringing. She ignored it and continued her work.

Brittany lifted her lower body off the bed and Santana pulled her pants and panties off of her in one move. Brittany was naked beneath her. She took a moment to fully grasp that thought. The most gorgeous girl in the entire school, hell, probably in all of fucking Lima was in her bed. Santana kissed Brittany gently on the lips before moving off the bed. She knelt down by it's edge and pulled Brittany close to her hooking the long, toned legs over her shoulders.

Santana placed gentle kisses on the inside of Brittany's thigh and Brittany whimpered. "Santana, please."

The phone rang again. Santana growled angrily. This was becoming a total mood killer. She grabbed the phone from her pocket and hit the silent button, throwing it aside. She looked up at Brittany who looked like she was about halfway gone already.

"Please," she repeated. Brittany had a hand tangled in her gold locks, the other clinging to the sheet for support.

It was more than enough for the brunette. She kissed wet folds gently. Brittany tasted like Brittany. Something Santana didn't really understand but knew she needed. Santana could feel her own desire pooling between her legs as Brittany's muscles clenched at her touch. Santana flicked her tongue across Brittany clit quickly, wanting to cause a shock. She pushed her tongue into Brittany warm center and took pride in the loud moan that escaped her lips.

"Oh fuck, Santana," the swear slipped from Brittany's mouth unexpectedly. She was so far gone and Santana only wanted more from her.

She reached a hand and inserted a finger into Brittany's soaking core. She slid in and out, finding that rhythm that Brittany responded best to. She watched the girl arch and throw her head back in ecstasy and all Santana wanted is more.

She inserted another finger and let her tongue work on Brittany's clit, kissing, sucking, anything she could think to do to please the girl beneath her. She needed Brittany to come, needed to see her come undone and she could tell that wasn't far off.

One more quick flick of her tongue and Brittany barely managed to gasp out Santana's name before her body tensed and she was thrown into her orgasm. Santana continued to move in her, curling her fingers up and causing Brittany to spasm beneath her, knees struggling to stay in place.

Santana was blown away. She caused this. She made Brittany feel this much.

When Brittany's body went limp Santana pulled her fingers gently from Brittany and crawled on top of her. They were both panting. Brittany looked at her, eyes half open and reached behind Santana's neck, pulling them together. Their lips crash and Santana moans. Brittany's tongue can do wonders that people would never believe.

Santana wanted nothing more then for that tongue to travel elsewhere.

And it did. Oh god, it did.

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Santana was beyond sated. She was content. Brittany was snuggled up against her, Santana's arm wrapped around her. She sighed. The moment was too perfect.

"I love you," Brittany said quietly.

Santana was silent. They had said it a million times to each other. This was different.

Santana was really good at the before and during parts of sex. She had always been good at those parts but after...it was hard for her. She liked sex because she liked getting off. It had never been about intimacy until Brittany. Now it was and she knew it was so much better than just sex but it was still hard for her to deal with. The after was the part where she ran away. Where she decided to feign interest or ask the guy to take her to a burger joint.

"I love you too," she whispered back.

It was easier to say than she had ever imagined and she knew she meant it.

"Wanna watch a movie?" Brittany asked quietly.

"Sure."

Neither of them moved.

"You have to put a move in for us to watch one, B," Santana said smiling. She had her eyes closed. She was content with just being with Brittany.

"I don't want to get up," the blonde sighed into Santana's chest.

They both laughed.

"This is good too," Brittany said after a while.

"This is perfect," Santana whispered.

A buzzing noise cuts through the moment like a knife. Her fucking phone. Again. It could be an emergency though. Santana stood up to many protests by Brittany and went hunting for the motherfucking piece of sh... It was by the door, under her desk. She picked it up and looked at the screen.

Thirteen missed calls.

"What the fuck?" She said it softly and clicked to see who had called her.

Unknown caller.

"What is it?" Santana looked up and met blue eyes. Brittany was using her hand to prop up her head.

"A lot of missed calls." She turned the phone back on loud and put it on her bedside table. She slipped back under the blankets and Brittany's body melded into hers.

"Who from?"

"It didn't say."

"That is weird," Brittany said. She was tracing shapes absentmindedly on the sheet.

"Yeah, no big though."

"Yeah," Brittany said. Santana could tell she was zoned out. She didn't sound even remotely interested. She wasn't even trying. Santana smiled to herself.

The phone rang. Santana growled. "Let it ring," she said.

"No, maybe it's important." Brittany sat up again and Santana answered without checking the caller ID.

"Hello?" She said it in an annoyed voice. Why would anyone need to talk to her? Brittany was here. No one in Glee ever really talked to her unless it was because they wanted Brittany involved and Puck knew she wasn't having sex with him anymore.

No answer. She could however hear someone breathing.

"Hello?" Her voice changed on it's own. It lowered, became more serious. Something had sunk into Santana and made her feel scared, a slight twinge of fear she couldn't really explain.

Breathing.

"Hello?" Santana felt a twinge of annoyance in the back of her throat. "Who the fuck is this?"

Someone laughed. It was just enough to make her skin crawl. The phone beeps. Call disconnected.

"Santana?" Brittany's voice was laced with worry.

Santana just stared ahead. What the fuck was that?

Brittany kissed that special spot where neck meets shoulder and Santana was pulled back to her. "There's my girl," Brittany whispered against warm skin.

Santana kissed the blondes lips. They needed to get up anyway. Santana had no idea when her dad would be home but he couldn't find their discarded clothing leading to her bedroom.

Something was nagging at the back of Santana's mind, though. How could one laugh make her feel that afraid?

Brittany's lips found her neck.

A thought for another day.

AN: This is really fun to write. I hope you guys enjoy it. While I really want to focus on Brittana I'd also like to work on capturing the personalities of other characters. Review and let me know, even though this chapter was entirely Brittana... Also, I have a lot of trouble writing third person because of tenses. I get confused for some reason. So, I'm sorry if there are flow issues due to random tense changes. I had to stop myself. I also kept switching into first person a few times and had to go back and delete and re-write.