Safe Is Anywhere With You
A/N: Hi guys! So, this is my first multi-chapter fanfic, I've been meaning to publish something for a while, but I'm totally new to writing fanfiction. If you're a little confused as to what's going on, don't worry, it will all be explained in the next few chapters! I know this chapter's short but I plan to update real soon! Please review, it'd mean the world! Any kind of feedback is welcome :)
So Santana and Brittany are both 18, it's summer vacation but a situation has forced them to run away from their homes.
Disclaimer: All rights belong to the creators of Glee, I own nothing.
Chapter 1
She had fucked everything up.
She shouldn't have been surprised because she had always fucked everything up. Santana was a complete and total fuck-up.
But what made that fact so much more unbearably painful, was that she had taken Brittany down with her. Something she'd sworn she would never do. Brittany wasn't just some stupid calculus exam, her abuela, her dad, some Cheerio's routine.
No, Brittany was the reason why she felt complied to wake up every single day, endure hours of Cheerio practice, deal with pricks and Finn-blubber and moronic teachers, just so she could take Brittany's pinky and hook it in her own. She was Brittany, the only one who saw Santana for what was good in her and never judged what Santana said or did, no matter how bitchy or low. Brittany, who put up with all the shit Santana started and never once left her side. Brittany, who loved Santana, who cared for her when nobody should have, could have. Brittany was the reason Santana breathed, and she would give her life- anything- for Brittany.
...Yeah, Brittany was the love of Santana's life.
And Santana had fucked everything up for the both of them.
Her nails left deep impressions on the steering wheel she was gripping, her brow furrowed in frustration. She shook her head back and forth slightly needing to re-focus her attention onto the road ahead of her. The bright yellow headlights of the car seemed to be the only thing breaking the darkness as it swallowed up the otherwise empty highway. The blonde's sleeping form shifted in the seat beside her, Brittany squirmed for a moment and Santana thought she was having a bad dream until Brittany's head lolled on her shoulder as she murmured, 'Santana.' Brittany's hand slid lazily across the centre console, searching.
'What is it, sweetie?' Santana said, she took one hand off the steering wheel and found Brittany's, interlacing their fingers together. She immediately relaxed at the touch, her shoulders sagged and her breathing slowed. As long as Santana had Brittany maybe she could get through all of this, being with Brittany was the only thing that mattered right now.
Brittany hadn't answered, maybe she was still asleep. But she had said Santana's name, hadn't she? Was she dreaming about her? The Latina couldn't stop the goofy grin that spread across her face.
'Mm,' Brittany mumbled, her face was now pressed against Santana's arm. Laughing, Santana gave her hand a gentle squeeze and she stifled a yawn, glancing at the car's clock. The glowing green numbers read 1:15am. Shit it's late, Santana thought, where the fuck do I go?