Prompt: Evidence
Author: Alex Gold (Ryzlin)
Fandom: Glee
Pairings: Brittana
Rating: Teen
Disclaimer: I don't own Glee. I would like to though.
Santana had screwed up. She had refused to sing a duet with Brittany, and now Britt was dating Wheels. Which meant that Santana had a duty to do. She'd just have to find the perfect time and place. The perfect timing came three days later. Glee had just finished and Wheels was getting something out of his locker. Brittany had been picked up by her mum slightly earlier. She had wanted to catch Charity in the act of reading her diary and figured she would if she got home before she normally did. Most of the other Glee kids had left as quickly as possible. It was Friday night and Puck was hosting a party. It left Santana and Artie alone. She waited down the hall from his locker. Waited for him to roll past her. Once he did, she grabbed the handles on his wheelchair and forced him towards the Cheerios locker room. She opened the door and pushed Artie in. Taking a seat on one of the benches along the walls. Artie wasn't stupid enough to try and leave without Santana's permission. She was also blocking the way to the door.
"Santana? What are we, uh, doing in here?"
"Brittany's never had a real boyfriend before. The closest she's ever been to dating was when Kurt told his dad that they were dating. So let's make one thing, very, very clear."
Santana stood up and leaned over Artie.
"If you hurt her, I will destroy you. If you do something that hurts her in any way, I will destroy you. And I don't mean your reputation, or your high school life, I mean you." She jabbed a finger into his chest. "I have no problems hurting you, crippled or not, and no one will ever find your body, let alone any evidence against me."
Santana sat back down. "You understand?"
Artie nodded quickly.
"Good. Now, you should probably leave. This is the Cheerios locker room, and you wouldn't want Coach Sylvester to catch you in here."
He hurried out. Santana leaned against the wall and let out a sigh. She pulled out her phone.
"Hey, Britt Britt. Did you catch Charity reading your diary?"