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AN: This is just a short oneshot, please read and review. If you want it to be continued just let me know. I do have a little story brewing in my head around this...
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Everything's moving too fast. The wind, the rain, the shit flying through her head. She wishes everything would just stop, like a time freeze. Just so she doesn't have to feel anything anymore.
Santana kept running, not knowing where to go or what to do, all she knew was that she needed to get as far away from the Pierce residence as possible. After what had just occurred between her and Brittany, she was willing to find the nearest bridge.
"Britts! Hey, I brought Pizza and some coolers. Thought we could have a good night…" Santana shouted through the Pierce household, balancing the pizza boxes and six-pack whilst maneuvering the halls. She came up to Brittany's door, which she found was oddly ajar. Her eyebrows furrowed as she pushed the door. "Britts? What's…" She trailed off and dropped everything in her hands.
"Santana!" Brittany gasped as she pulled the quilt to cover her exposed body, as did the wheelchair bound boy she was currently straddling beside her bed. "It's not what it looks like…"
"What the fuck do you mean it's not what it looks like Britt?! You're f-f-fucking Stubbles!" Santana stuttered out, distraught being comprehension that her girlfriend was in such a compromising position with Artie of all people. Santana turned on her heel, ignoring the Brittany's shouting pleas as she followed the Latina out the door. Santana felt a hand clasp on her arm and spun around, venom dripping from her scorned gaze.
"Fuck you B. We're done." She growled, ripping the homemade bracelet from her wrist Brittany had made her freshman year. "Stay the hell away from me…" She spun around and sprinted away down the street as a thunderstorm brought pouring rain over her to mix with her tears…
Santana's run was broken by a branch in her path, forcing her to crash back to earth, her body colliding with the ground hard enough to jar her. As she lay on the ground time caught up, waves of emotion flooding her freezing body. The cold rain and biting wind lapping at her crippled form dangerously, the blood dripping from the open wound on her leg not improving circumstances. She curled into a ball on her side, sobs wracking her body made weak with grief. She couldn't move, all she knew was the void swallowing her as she lay on unknown ground, the howling gales abusing her eardrums.
"Santana?" She heard through the wind, and she couldn't help but flinch. Santana didn't move at all, until she felt a shadow fall across her body, as well as something stopping the rain. "Oh my god, San? What are you doing out here…" She heard, and she peaked open her eyes. She saw her other favourite blonde moving to sit cross legged beside her, a louder sob ripping from her chest.
"Qu-Qu-Quinn…" She cried, crawling into her lap and burying her face in Quinn's chest. The short haired girl wrapped her arms around the Latina, kissing her head and rocking her back and forth. The pouring rain was soaking through to their bones, but all Quinn could do was wait until Santana was ready to talk. When she was, she'd be ready to listen.