AUTHOR'S NOTE:
Hey guys! Welcome to page one of my story! (My FIRST story!)
This is going to go pretty fast... Maybe four or so chapters. The chapters are pretty short, but I hope they're okay! I'm pretty busy but I had the idea for this and couldn't help myself.
BRITTANA ENDGAME!
Disclaimer: I DO NOT OWN GLEE! PERIOD! I mean... I wish I did... Maybe just Santana... and Britt... And Blaine... After that, I'm good.
(OH! AND PLEASE REVIEW! Tell me what I'm doing wrong, but be gentle. I'm tender.)
As the Sun began to set, a certain young woman felt herself being backed into a tree. Her lips were brutally attacked, as if the man were trying to eat her face. His whiskers scratched her face like sandpaper, but she pretended not to notice. She'd have to get used to this, anyways, right?
He stopped for a moment with his forehead pressed against hers, if only to catch his breath, and whispered, "You are so beautiful." She couldn't dare open her eyes.
This was wrong. This whole situation was wrong.
He chuckled; the stench of what she could only guess had been nacho flavored Doritos on his breath had made her back away. But he was a boy. That type of smell was something she needed to get accustomed to if she wanted a normal, healthy relationship with this guy. As he pressed his mouth against hers once more, biting and licking on her bottom lip sloppily, a thought had passed through her mind.
What if she didn't want a normal relationship? Of course, that was ridiculous and it didn't take her but a second to throw that thought out (amongst other similar ones, which had been coming to her more and more often.)
In order to shake that momentary insanity from her head, she kissed the boy back. She felt nothing. All she felt were his lips on hers, but that's what kissing was supposed to feel like, right? All of that, 'Fireworks, sparks, and lovey-dovey, ooey-gooey' crap was just made up to help kids sleep at night.
Suddenly, a sharp pain shot through her lip and she cringed as Doritos and copper combined. She opened her eyes and saw the man's sly smirk. "My bad," he chuckled, indifferently. Her eyes narrowed and she pushed him away.
"Jerk!" She exclaimed as she backed out of his reach and turned to leave. She turned her head to make sure he wasn't going to follow her, but the girl wasn't so lucky. He frowned, but the frown turned upwards. "Playing hard to get now, huh?" He let out a throaty chuckle. "I like a challenge.." He licked his lips. "That's my girl."
She wanted to scream out, 'I'm NOT your girl!', but instead took off running.
The hiking trails around the forest were hard enough to find during the day, but the sun had gone and left no moon in its wake. "Shit." She muttered under her breath, having lost the trail. She heard the man calling for her. He was starting to get pissed.
She began panicking as she looked around for a shrub or ditch or ANYTHING that could hide her. The voice was getting closer and her heart raced. Without thinking, she ran deeper into the forest, away from the trail, until she found a large tree trunk to hide under. Then, deadly silence.
There was no breeze, no rustling of leave, no cricket chirp, as if all of nature wanted to watch what happened next.
His yelling had gotten louder, but then more hushed as the man ran further down the trail, away from her. She hadn't even noticed she was holding her breath until she sighed in relief, eyes filling with tears. Her phone buzzed in the pocket of her jeans and she reached down to see who it was. It was at that moment she felt it.
Someone was watching her.
She willed herself to cry out to the person, but it only came as a whisper, "Who's there?"
Looking at the bright light of the phone just seconds before had left her with absolutely no night vision. Her recently-stilled heart began to pace once more, betraying her sense of sound as it pounded in her ears. Now blinded and deafened, the girl did the one thing nobody should ever do in this situation, according to almost every horror movie she had ever seen. She managed to get to her feet and run.
She ran with her hands stretched out in front of her to help avoid any obstacles that came in her way. She stumbled a few times, but managed to catch herself. (Maybe cheerleading training under Sue Sylvester had its perks.)
Her ability to see slowly came back to her as she raced forwards, noticing a small bit of light not too far by: The exit. She had to make it.
The strange thing about this game of cat-and-mouse was that, if she was the mouse, where was the cat? She stopped for a moment to catch her breath, leaning against a large rock. Her legs were sore and her lungs burned, the mystery stalker couldn't have been to far behind her, but all she could focus on was the light ahead. It was getting closer and closer, and the shout that accompanied it was very familiar; in a bad way.
'So much for an exit,' the exasperated girl sighed. She just couldn't catch a break. That's when a hand stretched across from behind her and covered her mouth, muffling her scream.
"Shhh…" hushed the captor, who she assumed was the creep that had watched her. She felt the hooded figure take her hand and lead her away from the light and back into the dark of the forest.
How long they had travelled and how far they went didn't matter to the girl, all that mattered was the familiar scent that had surrounded and warmed her from the inside out, the moment the captor grabbed her. Vanilla? Or was it watermelon? This question nagged at her. She should have been more concerned by the fact that she was running to God knows where with the very person she had just been trying to get away from moments before; but she couldn't bring herself to worry. Something about the soft hands guiding her and the warm scent coming off this person had calmed her.
Her feet had stopped moving. The captor had stopped them and the girl looked up to see why, eyes widening as she took in the parking lot. Not only were they at the parking lot, but the captor had taken her straight to a little red Volkswagen beetle she recognized instantly. How did this person know which car was hers?
She turned around to ask just that, but the captor was nowhere to be found. She bit the inside of her lip, which had almost begun to heal from earlier, trying to steal a glance at the captor in the forest who had actually been her savior.
She grabbed her keys from her coat pocket and unlocked her car door. Checking her phone, she remembered the text she had received earlier and decided to reply.
QUINN: hey hows the daaate? :P
She had to think for a moment. How could she piece together the events of the night, and fit them into a single text message to her best friend? She sucked in a deep breath and sent a quick, sparse reply, before starting her car and driving into the night, away from the one of the strangest, most thrilling nights she had ever had.
Quinn laid on her bed and read a magazine as her phone began vibrating and playing, "Locomotion," her best friend's text tone. She read the message and smiled.
QUINN: hey hows the daaate? :P
BRITTBRITT: exciting. im cming over2tll u abt it