AN: So I have a little story to tell you all before you actually continue reading. You can skip to the actual story if you don't want to read this. I don't mind, I just wanted to share how this idea came to be.

It's really late at night as I am writing this and I couldn't sleep. I was randomly listening to T.a.t.u's song "Not Gonna Get Us" and this is what came out. I was trying to write a chapter for one of my other stories that isn't finished yet but instead my ever changing brain decided that it wanted me to write this instead.

I promise I'm trying to finish my other stories but my brain doesn't like to focus on one thing too long or I get bored real fast. But that doesn't mean I hate my stories, I wouldn't start anything if I hated it. That would be a waste of everyone's time. And I'm not about doing that.

My stories will all get done. Most stories I have half chapters already written so its not like I don't have anything done because I do.

Anyway as I said its late and I'm exhausted but I wanted to get this up before I went to sleep.

Sorry if there are any mistakes. I tried to catch them all.

As far as this story goes. Its AU. Like all my other stories. I've never written anything like this before so forgive me if I mess up. I'm still trying to figure this all out.

All I know that this is mostly Brittana. Other couples may be featured in future chapters? Not sure on that one yet... We'll see. :)

None of the Glee characters featured in this story know each other or never even met except Santana and Brittany.

None of the characters are in high school. All characters in this are adults.

WARNING MAJOR CHARACTER DEATH. If this is not your cup of tea, please don't read it. You have been warned.

One more thing if this confuses you this story is being told backwards with the ending kinda spoiled for you. I have a reason for doing this. You're gonna have to just trust me. Lol! :)

I hope I'm making sense?

If you want me to continue this, PLEASE let me know because as I said this idea literally came out of nowhere and I'm not sure to finish or not.

OK- Enough rambling, Thank you all for sticking by me. :)

Thank you for reading. :)

Please Review. Please Be Kind.

Enjoy!

Chapter 1

So Close And Yet So Far...

"How did we get here?"

Santana looks away with tears in her eyes. She couldn't look at the bloody hand she was holding onto anymore. She needed to look away. She had to look away. Santana Lopez, mastermind thief and criminal, was at a loss as to what to do next. She always knew what to do. She was cunning, manipultive and a very smart criminal whose life was always spent on the run. She was good and unapologetic at her job. She thrived on living on the edge. She gave zero fucks on whoever got hurt in the process. But now it was different. She finally got caught. After running and stealing for so long the cops finally caught the twenty-seven year old. Santana's way of life would soon change forever. And she was still so lost.

Lost without anyone. The only person to love her, now gone. And it was all her fault. Wracked with so much guilt as she heard the police sirens blaring, cops no doubt waiting to take her away but having the decency to let her grieve over the body her arms were currently barnacled to, refusing to let go.

"I've never should have brought you into this! It's all my fault Brit! I'm-I-I-S-s-s-oooooorrrrry!" Santana shakes in convulsions, body trembling with grief.

Looking up at the night sky desperately hoping to get answers from the stars above and when she didn't get answers she shed more tears finally looking down at the once sparkling blue eyes that took her breath away, now were pure white and lifeless staring up at nothing.

She was gone. Brittany was gone.

Santana was alone just like she was in the beginning.

The lifeless body turning cold as Santana continued to sob quietly pushing her face into the stiff shoulder she was holding.

"How did our lives come to this?"

Santana whispers as police were doing there jobs, giving Santana Lopez enough time to be with her partner in crime Brittany Pierce before finally taking her in custody and arresting the Latina. Santana didn't struggle, put up a fight or anything as three police officers pulled the lovers apart. Santana couldn't take her eyes off her girlfriend. She didn't care about herself. All this choas wasn't for her. It was for them. For Brittany. So they could run and have a better life than the shit hole they currently found themselves in. Far away where they could be free. No would judge them or knew of there criminal past. They would just be free.

When cops shoved Santana in the back of the police car she sobbed and sobbed and sobbed. She didn't stop.

None of this was real. None of it was supposed to happen. They WERE SO CLOSE, so close to freedom that Santana and Brittany could both taste it. They had been running for so long that they just wanted a normal life. Whatever normal was. They wanted it. Somewhere along the way plans changed and it went to hell in the end.

Santana wished she could go back before all this began. A year or so before it all went to shit.

Wishing was for suckers and Santana knew this.

After a while Santana snapped out of her grieving state and looked longingly out the police car window. Police sirens still blared and all around her, people were watching the show. The gathering crowd was behind police tape and the streets had been shut down.

News crews were eagerly reporting the bloody event.

The noise almost became too much for Santana. She tried to cover her ears but remembered she was handcuffed and couldn't block it all out.

No one, not even the reporters, could get to her since police blocked their access.

She wondered why she was still there and not on her way to jail for questioning.

All of the police officers were around Brittany's body, occasionally glancing at the Latina. But then, that's when she realized it - they WANTED her to see the bloody body. She thought she even saw one of the officers smiling at her.

It all hit Santana as she screamed at the police officers. Anger boiling in her suddenly until that is all she could feel.

"Hey! Cover her! Cover her! She doesn't need these assholes looking at her! She's fucking gone! Do your fucking jobs! At least give her that much!" Santana screamed over and over until her voice was so hoarse she could barely speak. She started kicking the backseat with both feet as hard as she could until one police officer that wasn't controlling the insane crowd saw Santana and looked in her direction. He heard her loud voice through all the noise and wondered why she was screaming her head off.

Blaine Anderson didn't want to help a criminal. He never trusted criminals. He was a good, sometimes niave cop, on the force for seven years. Something told him to help this girl out. His gut told him. It never failed him before. Why should it now?

Looking down Blaine saw it.

The body lying on the ground. The one who was shot dead just moments ago. One single bullet through the chest is what finally killed the once innocent school teacher turned jewel thief and bank robber.

One would think a police officer of the law would be used to seeing dead bodies after so many years on the force. For Blaine it never got easier seeing a dead, lifeless body so close to him.

He was a cop dammit! Police training trained him to handle this sort of thing. But he is also human. And seeing that poor dead girl made him flashback to his own past. His mom. Pool of her own blood. Lots of blood...

Blaine snapped out of it and rushed back to his police car and found his police jacket in the driver's seat. He grabs the jacket forgetting all about police conduct to wait for the ambulance to arrive to care of the body. He was sure he was gonna get in trouble with the chief of police but at that moment he pretty much said fuck it and went with his gut. Besides the criminal screaming her head off was right. This body lying lifeless was once human too. She deserves better than this. Despite her innocence, she was a dangerous criminal.

It was strange. This feeling of sudden empathy for two complete strangers he's never met before. He was wondering if he was going soft or something.

At that moment, he understood why he felt guilty. He flashbacked to Kurt Hummel, the young police officers boyfriend of six years.

If something like this ever happened to Kurt... Blaine shook his head out of those thoughts convincing himself that Kurt wasn't here. He was safe at home in their apartment.

Suddenly Blaine understood. He understood so much about the Latina.

She loved this girl. Like Kurt loves him and the way he loves Kurt.

Blaine grew more of an understanding as he bent over the body and covered her with his jacket.

Sorrow took over, softening his movie star features. He refused to cry though. This wasn't going to break him. Yes it was sad. He didn't know this girl enough to let his emotions get in the way of his job.

Santana saw this whole exchange getting ready to yell at the strange man to get away from her true love until she realized what he was doing.

He was going to help her.

Why would he? Was he crazy or just plain stupid? They were strangers.

Santana hated cops. She never trusted them. They never gave a real reason to trust them.

But here this cop was helping, covering her loved one.

Santana looked on with suspicion.

Blaine stood up and one thought seemed to flash his mind. One question in his head.

"How did this all begin?"

AN: I hope this is good? Thank you all for reading. If you have questions let me know and I'll try my best to answer them. Please review. Be kind. You all rock! :) I may continue this? Maybe? We'll see... Have a nice day!- ILOVESMESOMEGLEEX3