AN: So I know that I need to work on my other story, but I had to get this out of my head. I have no idea where I'm going with this, I'm just going with the flow...haha(: If any of you guys have suggestions or ideas, just let me know. I don't own anything.
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"Mami, have you seen my bag?" Santana yelled from her room. For some reason, her alarm decided to be a bitch and not wake her up. So of course, she was going to be late for school.
"No mija! But maybe you should be more organized with where you leave your things."
"Fuck!" Not only was she late, but the girl was supposed to pick up Brittany too.
Santana looked all over her room and finally found her bag under her desk. "I thought I checked there?"
She quickly snapped out of her thoughts and ran out of her house to her car. Her car was nothing special, but it did its job. And it was red, her favorite. She pulled out of the driveway and started to Brittany's house.
For some reason, Santana felt weird. Not in the 'hormones raging' sense, but in the 'shit, something's going to happen' kind of way. It kind of freaked her out, but she shrugged it off.
She pulled up to her girlfriend's house and honked the horn. She could see the blond walking out of her house, smiling at the car.
The passenger door opened and Brittany crawled in. She pulled the girl into a soft kiss, "Hey San. You are late by the way," she smirked, teasing the girl.
"Sorry babe, but my alarm clock had other plans this morning."
"Did your clock have a date?" the blonde asked, a confused look on her face. Santana just smiled at her, "Probably."
They got to school right has the warning bell rang. The girls had Spanish first with Mr. Schuester, so they weren't too worried. Santana took Brittany's hand in her own, squeezing it tenderly. The girls had both been out for about a month now, and they couldn't be happier. No one was really surprised at the two, but of course there was the occasional lashing out and the word 'dyke' thrown around. But they had both learned to ignore it.
As they walked hand in hand to Spanish, Santana's head started hurting. She froze in the middle of the hallway, clutching her head.
"San, what's wrong? Are you okay?" Brittany put her hands on her girlfriend's shoulders trying to get her to look at her.
The pain in Santana's head felt like a knife trying to stab its way into her brain. She let out a loud cry and her breathing became ragged. 'What the fuck is happening!'
She dropped to her knees from the pain, still holding her head. What felt like hours turned out to be two minutes, standing in the now empty hallway. The pain in her head slowly subsided. Brittany was looking at her, worry, clear on her face. The tall blonde had started crying, "San?"
Her breathing slowly went back to normal and she looked up to Brittany. "I think I'm good now B."
"What's wrong San? You've been acting kinda strange."
"I have no idea Britt. But I feel like something bad is gonna happen," she stared at the blonde beauty with worry.
"Like Coach Sylvester bad?" she asked softly.
"No, much worse. C'mon, let's get to class." She took Brittany's hand and led her to the classroom.
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Santana was standing in a dark forest all alone. She looked around for anyone else. The trees that she saw weren't ordinary, that was obvious. These trees were monstrous, standing over 1000 feet tall. This for sure wasn't an ordinary forest.
Out of nowhere she heard a scream. A blonde teenage girl ran past her, running as fast as she could. Her breaths came out loud and torn. She was dressed in what looked to be, black leather armor with padding on her elbows and knees. In her hands, a rifle. From her position, Santana couldn't see her face.
She seemed to be running from something. Whatever it was, it couldn't have been good.
All of a sudden, the girl tripped over a fallen branch and landed on her stomach, her gun flew away from her. "Fuck," She cried out in pain. Santana wanted to go and help the girl, but for some reason, her body wouldn't move. She still couldn't see her face because she was facing the ground.
The blonde cried out in pain again, but this time it was in fear. Her body was shaking. Santana heard a loud growl come from the forest. And it sounded like it was getting closer.
"Hey! Get up!" Santana screamed at the girl. But she couldn't hear her.
Suddenly, the menacing growl was right next to Santana. For some reason, the Latina couldn't see the blonde's attacker, but whatever it was; it scared the shit out of the girl.
The blonde slowly turned over to look at the beast. All color drained from her features. The face of the girl sent a chill down Santana's spine. It was Brittany. Her Brittany.
Brittany was the one running. Brittany was the one who fell, crying in pain. And it was Brittany who was now screaming in fear at a monster.
Right as the beast was about to strike the love of her life, Santana let out a yell…
"BRITTANY, RUN!" Santana yelled as she jerked her head off the desk. It was a dream...
Every single student turned towards Santana who was sweating bullets. Mr. Schuester looked at her, concerned. Santana's eyes were open and frantic. She looked as if she was facing death. She turned to Brittany as if to make sure she was still alive.
Brittany sat next to her, wide eyed. She was scared, not of Santana, but of what she was dreaming. What could she possibly have dreamt that would have caused her to wake up like that? And the dream, or rather nightmare, was of her.
Santana stood up, "Mr. Schue, can I be excused for the rest of class?" She looked down at the ground, avoiding all the stares that people were giving her. Her fists were balled up. It looked as if her nails were cutting into her palms.
"Sure Santana. Take all the time you need."
Santana picked up her bag and left the classroom. She didn't even look at Brittany before leaving.
Their classmates all turned to Brittany once Santana left. They were all silent. Five minutes passed before someone spoke. It was Brittany who broke the silence.
"Mr. Scue, can-" Brittany started.
"Go Brittany. Make sure she's okay, and if she's still up for it, everyone in Glee will listen," he whispered as she walked out the door.
"Santana, please wait!" Brittany yelled. The blonde ran after her girlfriend, but the brunette wouldn't stop.
Santana ran into the nearest bathroom and into a stall. Brittany followed, closing the door. She walked up to the stall and knocked on the door.
"San? Please open the door."
"Britt, just go away," the brunette said softly.
"No San," Brittany said, "don't push me away. Please open the door."
The stall slowly opened. Brittany took a step back to see Santana walk out, arms holding herself, tears streaming from her face.
"Oh San," Brittany whispered, pulling her girlfriend into a tight embrace. She wrapped Santana into her arms and held her close. Her heart clenched at the sight of her love crying.
Brittany just held her, trying to shield, to protect Santana. But from what?
"Santana, please tell me what's wrong. What is going on?"
Santana sniffled and let out a few small coughs. "That's the thing, B. I have no idea." She really had no idea. The dream had been unreal. She had never dreamt anything like that in her life. And that's what scared her to the core.
"Like, you forgot? You looked like you had a really scary dream San. Can you tell me what it was?" Brittany cupped Santana's face, looking into her eyes.
She couldn't tell her. It would scare her too much and Santana didn't want to worry her. "It was just a nightmare Britt, but I forgot it."
Brittany looked deep into her eyes, trying to get any bad signs from the brunette. "Are you sure?"
"Yeah, I just," Santana spoke softly "feel like something really bad is going to happen. That's all."
Brittany stared at her, worry clearly in her eyes.
"But Brittany," the blonde knew she was serious at the sound of her full name, "know that I will always protect you." Santa said in a low, but firm voice. "I will never let anyone or anything hurt you."
"I know Santana and that's why I love you." Brittany pulled her girlfriend into a tender kiss. Santana kissed her back, putting as much love as she could into it. Santana would fight for this girl even give her life.
Santana was the one who ended the kiss earning a sad whimper from Brittany.
"I love you too Brittany."
The two girls ended up skipping the rest of school. But after much convincing, Brittany got Santana to take them back for their Glee meeting.
"I don't get why we have to go back. It's not like we're gonna miss anything important. I'm sure Berry is just gonna run her mouth off and be annoying, as usual." Santa grabbed the blonde's hand as they made their way to the classroom for Glee.
"San, everyone is worried about you. And they just wanna make sure that you're okay. So stop being a grouchy pants!" Brittany stated kissing Santana's nose lightly.
"Fine, but I'm only doing this for you, B."
They walked into the Glee rehearsal seeing exactly what they expected. Rachel was off talking about ideas for what songs they should do for Sectionals. Finn was playing with the drums, Mike dancing to the beats. Mercedes and Kurt probably whispering about gossip. Tina, Artie, and Lauren were talking near the corner, while Sam was strumming his guitar.
Quinn was the first to see the pair walk in. Then everyone went quiet and looked at them.
Quinn walked over to Santana and placed her hand on her shoulder. The two were close enough to know what the other was thinking. She nodded to the former head cheerleader to show that she was okay. Santana then turned to the rest of the club.
"Just to clear all the shit that's been said, I'm fine! So you all can stop worring about me and crap." Everyone went wide-eyed and just dropped the subject.
Santana pulled Brittany to their usual seats in the back of the room. They sat down and the brunette pulled her girl's legs to rest on her own. "San, that wasn't very nice," Brittany leaned in to whisper into Santana's ear.
The girl just smiled lovingly back at her girlfriend and turned to the front of the room.
Mr. Schue walked in the classroom with a concerned look already etched on his face. He set his bag and books down and turned towards Santana.
"Santana are you-"
"Yes! God dammit, I'm fine!" Santana shouted from her seat next to Brittany. The blonde lightly slapped Santana's arm. The former head cheerleader smirked and pulled the blonde closer to her, paying with her hands.
"Just know that we're here Santana." The brunette let out a sigh and returned to playing with Brittany's hands.
"So guys, as you know, Sectionals are coming up." Rachel started clapping with an excited smile on her face while everyone else groaned.
Rachel stood up, "Right you are Mr. Schue. Now, as we all know, our best chance of winning Sectionals is for Finn and I to sing a duet. So I have come up with a couple of ideas that would ensure us of our win."
"Mr. Schue can you please do something about Berry's mouth?" Santana murmured.
"Santana, remember, respect." He looked at Rachel, "Now Rachel, as much as I understand your enthusiasm, please just let me decide."
Rachel sat back down, obviously disappointed.
Mr. Schue continued, "As I was saying, Sectionals are coming up. Our best bet is an outstanding duet. One that will touch the judges' hearts. Now, does anyone have any ideas?"
Quinn was the first to raise her hand. Everyone turned to her, a slight confused look on their faces.
"Umm, Quinn?"
The blonde stood up to address the club, "Now, I believe that we have one couple in this club that has the traits to help us win Sectionals."
Rachel was about to speak but Quinn silenced her, "Shut it Berry."
"Now as I was saying, this couple has a long history and enough drama to pour their hearts out into the right song."
Mr. Schuester stepped in, "Who's the couple, Quinn?"
"Santana and Brittany," she said with a nod.
Santana's head sprang up, wide-eyed. Brittany started clapping excitedly, "Did you hear that San? We get to sing a duet!" She squealed.
"Hold up! When was this decided?" Santana stood up pulling a disappointed Brittany up with her. Brittany knew that her girlfriend had no problem showing off their relationship anymore. They even made out at their lockers without a care in the world.
Mr. Schue stepped forward next to Quinn. "That is actually a pretty good idea Quinn."
Santana stood with a dumfounded face. "Well, what dies everyone else think?" She looked around the room.
Kurt spoke up, "Actually Satan, you and Brittany are a classic story of romance. The love, the loss, the fear, it all lead to the relationship you both have today. And the fact that you both are gay is a plus," he finished with a smile.
"Makes sense that Santana and Brittany would take the lead," Puck said, "I mean, do you know how long it took the cute little lesbo to come out? I think they deserve the moment in the spotlight."
"Yeah, I mean, with their story, their voices, and Britt's dancing, there's no way we could lose." Mercedes stated.
"Well Brittany is all for it." Brittany was still smiling like she on the lottery. Mr. Schuester turned his direction towards the Latina. Santana?"
Santana looked at her girlfriend and at how happy she was. "Fine, but I don't want Man Hands annoying me and shit." This is just to make Britt happy. Anything for her.
"So it's settled then! Congratulations Brittany and Santana, you've got the duet!" The whole Glee club erupted into applause. Brittany picked up Santana into a tight hug. She set her down and kissed her passionately. As if there was no one in the room. Santana wrapped her arms around the taller girl while Brittany hugged her hips. They each smiled into the kiss, "I love you San." Brittany whispered into her ear. "I love you too Britt." All fear that she was feeling before was gone. She would be singing a song with the girl she loved, and Brittany was happy.
"Can we move on and discuss who will perform the second song for our performance?" Rachel announced. Santana lightly growled at the little star.
Mr. Schue spoke up, "Okay, well now that that-"
Right then, the stabbing pain in Santana's head started out of nowhere. She grabbed her head and shut her eyes. Brittany saw her and panicked. Something bad. San said that something really bad was going to happen, but wh-
All of a sudden, the classroom door opened with a loud crash. Everyone turned their heads toward the door, when a group of people dressed in all black ran in. Black helmets with armor, and assault rifles.
"What is going on here? Who are you people!" Mr. Schuester shouted.
All the Glee members stood up in fear. The boys immediately stood up, ready for anything. The pain in Santana's head increased up to a point where she thought she'd pass out.
The people in black said nothing. One ran up to Mr. Schue and slammed the back of his gun to his head, with a loud crack! He fell to the ground.
"Oh hell no," Puck ran at full speed over to the one who hit the Spanish teacher, cocking his fist back. Before he could land a single punch, another man rammed a gun into his stomach.
"Puck!" Finn sprinted to his friend. Another man in black came over and kicked him off.
"Take them. All of them." One of the mysterious people commanded.
Santana looked up to see her friends getting grabbed and pulled, some getting knocked out in the process. She saw Rachel get pushed onto the floor, crying out in pain. Quinn kneeled next to her, trying to shield the girl away from the men. It didn't take much from men to pull them up and drag them away.
Then Santana felt a tug on her arm. She turned to Brittany and saw her getting pulled away by one of the men. Oh fuck no!
"Get the fuck away from her!" Santana ignored the pain in her head and ran to her girlfriend. She pushed the man away and he fell onto the floor. She had no idea what she was going to do. There were at least ten more guys in the room so there was no way to escape. But she was going to try.
"C'mon Britt!" Santana grabbed the blonde's hand tightly, "Do not let go of my hand." Brittany nodded, scared out of her mind. She trusted Santana with her life, but she knew that this was a lose/lose situation.
Santana pulled Brittany over all the chairs and sprinted towards the door, almost tripping over Mike. Mike had gotten knocked out trying to protect his girlfriend. She looked around quickly and saw a man put a cloth over Sam's face, and then he slowly passed out. "Over there, stop them."
Santana kept running. Almost there! Then she felt Brittany's hand letting go. She turned and saw a man grab Britt by her waist. "Santana!" The blonde cried out, trying to reach for her love.
"NO!" She turned around and made an attempt to throw the man off her girlfriend. She mustered up all the strength she could and punched the guy's face. He fell back, "Someone fucking grab them!" All of a sudden she felt a gun hit the back of her head. She fell to the ground. Her eyes started to haze. The last thing she saw was Brittany being thrown to the ground. "Britt…" Then her eyes closed.
So there's the first chapter. Good, Bad? Lemme know. Review!