I wrote this loosely based on a dream I had. SPOILERS for Season 2.
The Glee Club was heading back to Lima after a very disappointing time at Nationals. As they walked past security into LaGuardia, Santana slipped over to a bookstore and bought herself a tabloid magazine, anything to distract her from Brittany.
She joined the other Glee members by the gate. She found herself a corner, far away from everyone, put her headphones on and opened her magazine. She was not even on page 3, when she felt a gentle touch on her arm.
She looked up to see Brittany, smiling gently at her. Santana pulled out an earbud.
"Hey Brit, what's up?"
"Nothing..I just wanted to sit over here if that is ok with you…" Brittany said hesitantly.
Santana shrugged and smiled slightly, before turning back to her magazine. She couldn't read though, the words were blurry. She felt hot tears forming in her eyes. She swallowed, trying to stop them. She felt Brittany reach for her knee, and give her a reassuring squeeze.
Santana put the magazine down and turned to look at Brittany.
"Britt, I have been thinking. When we get back to Lima, I am going to tell my parents, about me, about us…if there can still be an us."
Brittany smiled a genuine smile that Santana hadn't seen for several weeks from the blonde.
"Of course there can be an us, Tana. I love you." Brittany said laying her head on Santana's shoulder.
"I love you too, Britt Britt, more than words can ever say." Santana said, kissing her head. The two sat there just being in each other's presence.
The silence was broken, by loud gun shots. Santana looked up, to see a man in their gate holding a gun. A security guard lay dead on the floor. Brittany's hand clenched around Santana's knee.
"Don't move B, and stay calm." Santana whispered into her ear, hoping she could follow the instructions she had just given Britt.
The man walked along the rows of seats looking carefully at the passengers.
"Well hello, everyone. I seem to be having a little problem here at the airport today. My only chance of getting out of here seems to be taking a hostage, so I am going to pick a little friend to come with me today," a middle aged man, with dirty blonde hair and a goatee said in a sickingly sweet voice.
He stopped in front of Santana and Brittany, and Santana felt the hair on her arms stand up.
"Well hello blondie, you are a tasty looking thing. Stand up." He commanded.
Brittany stood up, looking at Santana with fear in her eyes.
"No." Santana said firmly, also standing up. "Leave her. Take me instead." She said forcefully, trying to keep the fear out of her eyes.
The man laughed. "Aren't you a sassy one. I like it…I hope you are sassy in all ways…" he said running his fingernails over her arm, while she flinched.
"No San, don't do this," Britt whispered.
"I love you BrittBritt," Santana whispered back as the man led her away, with his gun pointing straight at her head.