Well i recently decided to dip my toe into the writing pool, so this is my first fanfic. I hope you guys find it enjoyable because I enjoy writing it. And I apologize if any typos and/or grammar mistakes still made it past my numerous proofreads. :)
Title: Never Let It Show
Summary: Someone at McKinley High is on a killing spree. And it looks like Santana is next on their list.
Rating: M
Warning: There will be elements such as sexual content, strong language, and violence in later chapters. Possible character death. Haven't decided yet as this is only the first chapter, but just to be safe..
Pairings: Brittana of course. :)
Spoilers: Season 2 & 3
Disclaimer: Unfortunately, I do not own Glee or it's characters. I'm just a girl who loves to write.
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Number Seven
"Brittany! Get your ass in the car!" the fiery Latina yelled out to the blonde who had stopped on the sidewalk to save a caterpillar from an army of ants. Santana couldn't be late to school anymore or she would be forced to attend a truancy prevention program and pay a fine. And Brittany was almost always the cause of her tardiness. Brittany quickly bounded to the car once the caterpillar was safe. As she glided into the seat next to the girl who was yelling at her ten seconds prior, she saw her smiling at her with adoration.
"Hi girlfriend," Santana beamed. She couldn't help it. Brittany was just so darn cute.
"Hi girlfriend," the blonde returned as she leaned over to plant a light kiss on her girlfriend's lips.
"You ready?" Santana asked as she handed the blonde a fresh cup of coffee.
"For school or to drink coffee?" she asked with a puzzled expression. Santana just chuckled as she pulled out from in front of the Pierce house.
The girls drove to school in high spirits. Things had become so much easier between the two since Santana went public with their relationship. The occasional look or spiteful comment didn't even affect her anymore, because she knew Brittany was happy. Though she made sure to tear them down until they were close to tears anyways, just so they remember she was still head bitch. But the only person that mattered to her was the girl in the seat next to her. And as long as Brittany was happy, so was she.
Brittany noticed Santana humming along to the radio and felt her heart flutter. She loved when her girlfriend was in good moods like this and lately it's been a regular thing, even though no one besides Brittany was able to see it. But she was okay with that. She loved being the one person Santana could let her guard down with. It made her feel special.
As Santana pulled into her parking space she noticed Brittany studying her with a loving smile on her face. Santana blushed at the attention.
"What?" she giggled nervously. The blonde's smile just widened at her girlfriend's uncharacteristic shyness.
"I just love you," she said simply, still grinning, as she leaned in to press her lips against the brunette. Santana met them happily as she melted into Brittany's soft lips. They felt like rose petals and she relished in the feel of them brushing against hers. She felt Brittany deepen the kiss and didn't even hesitate as she climbed over to straddle Brittany as the overeager blonde reclined the seat to accommodate her actions. Santana closed any space that dared to come between her and Brittany as she was immersed in the girl's sweet scent. She felt Brittany's arm wrap around her waist and twist them gracefully so that Brittany was now on top. The blonde's tongue danced across her bottom lip seeking entrance, and Santana immediately granted her access. As her silky tongue slid in next to hers, she felt her center start to throb with need. She mentally cursed herself for being so easily aroused. She knew they didn't have time for what she now desperately needed. It took everything she had to pull away from the gorgeous dancer who automatically moved to the Latina's neck, making a trail of butterfly kisses up to her ear. Sooo not helping, Santana thought to herself.
"Babe..." Santana breathed, right before emitting a soft moan as the blonde started kissing and nibbling on her ear.
"Yes, love?" Brittany whispered sweetly into her ear.
Goddammit. This girl is gonna be the death of me. She cleared her throat and tried again. "We should probably stop," she stated with absolutely no conviction. She felt Brittany's warm breath against her neck as she let out a soft chuckle.
"You sure about that?" Brittany inquired of her girlfriend as she started trailing open-mouthed kisses down her throat, causing her girlfriend to let out an involuntary moan.
"No," the brunette sighed contently as she submitted to the feel of the girl's mouth on her neck. Brittany moved back up for a kiss and Santana felt the blonde's lips smiling against hers. God I'm whipped, she thought. Brittany slid her tongue back through the Latina's luscious lips and started exploring. Santana was fighting herself to give in to her body's desire as she felt her girlfriend's hands slip under her shirt and run her long fingers across her taut abdomen. But she knew if she was late to class again, her mother would make sure she didn't see Brittany at all. She didn't care that Santana was a lesbian. In fact, she didn't care much about Santana at all. But she wasn't going to have a delinquent daughter. Because that looked bad on her. Even more so than Santana's sexual preference.
"Okay Britt, for real. We need to stop," she said this time with a force behind her words. Brittany let out a frustrated groan as she reluctantly pulled away from the beautiful Latina.
"I know," Santana added empathetically, "but you'll be groaning a lot more when my mother moves me across the country." With that the cheerio flung the car door open, leapt outside, and pulled Santana out of the car with a speed she didn't even know her girlfriend was capable of.
They walked through the front doors of the school giggling and out of breath. But their smiles faded when they noticed the state of the students that were occupying the hallway. Everyone was gathered in their various groups muttering things the girls couldn't hear with fear and confusion in their eyes. It didn't take Santana long to recognize those familiar expressions.
"Oh no.. not again," Santana muttered slowly, to no one in particular. It was like a blissful dream making a violent turn to a recurring nightmare.
"What's going on San? Why does everyone look so scared?" Brittany asked quietly as she shied into her girlfriend's side.
"It's okay babe. Everything's gonna be okay," she tried to soothe the girl's fears as she rubbed a comforting hand across her back. "Let me just find out what's going on."
She laced her fingers through Brittany's and started down the hallway in search of a familiar face. She spotted Quinn halfway down the hall getting books out of her locker. She approached her friend slowly; trying to prolong the information she was about to receive as long as she could.
"Hey Quinn," she said cautiously to the blonde who looked about ten shades paler than normal.
"Hey San," she returned, lost in thought. Santana felt dread trickle through her body at the girl's distressed state. She didn't even need to ask what happened. There was only one thing she needed to know.
"Who was it this time?" Santana asked hesitantly. At this Quinn turned to look at the two girls who had to be the last ones to know the dark news.
"Lauren Zizes," she breathed.
Santana felt her breath catch in her throat at the familiar name. There had to be a mistake. Lauren Zizes was the last girl she would've guessed to have become the latest victim. Sure, they weren't exactly buddies but Santana secretly respected her for her aggressive manner and bull-headed ways. That girl didn't take shit from anyone, much like herself.
"Dammit," the Latina muttered. Her head was reeling as she registered this new information.
It all started about four months ago. Riley Campbell was the first. She was a freshman on the varsity swim team. She was missing for three days before she was found in a dumpster in an alleyway after being brutally murdered. The whole school was in absolute shock. McKinley High had never seen anything like it. Then came the second murder. Carrie Matthews. Junior, MVP of the varsity soccer team. Also gone three days before found in a ditch on the side of the road. Then it was Jessy Bates. Senior, captain of our state champion softball team. Found four days after her disappearance. By then McKinley High was in a constant state of fear at the realization that there was a serial killer in Lima that was targeting high school students, and could very well be a student themselves. And the victims kept pilling up. Kylie McDonald, sophomore class president. Shelby Martin, senior debate club president. Aspen Hargrove, promising sophomore cheerio. Now Lauren Zizes. She was number seven.
According to the officials, the girls had been tortured for a period of time before the killer tossed them and moved on to the next victim, and that the amount of torture they went through increased with each victim. That must be why they disappear for a while before their bodies turn up. Santana's stomach churned at the thought of what those poor girls went through.
"They found her body around midnight last night," Quinn stated pulling Santana from her thoughts. "Just laying on a park bench," she whispered with wide eyes.
"I didn't even hear about her going missing," Brittany added in shock.
"No one did. Lauren always skipped school for days at a time. No one thought anything of it. Her mom said that Lauren had told her she was staying with a friend all week," Quinn stated.
"What friend?" Santana asked.
"No one knows. I guess her mom didn't care enough to ask," she said sadly.
"Some mom," the Latina muttered bitterly, thinking of her own negligent mother, as the warning bell sounded overhead.
"Yeah," Quinn added as she shut her locker. "Well I'll see you guys later I guess," the blonde said wistfully, settling back into her distressed condition as she walked off to class.
"Later Q," Santana said after her, though she knew the girl was already too deep into her own thoughts to hear her. She felt herself getting pulled into her own mind as well. This was all too much. So she offered her girlfriend a small smile and a squeeze of the hand before parting ways. It was all she could manage.
How is this happening? She thought to herself as she settled into the seat of her first period English class. She felt something in her pocket and realized her phone was vibrating. She pulled it out and looked at it. One new message. After clicking view message, she felt a wave of terror course through her body as she read the words: You're next.
So what do you think? Whether it's praise or constructive criticism, I would love to hear your thoughts so please review. Reassurance would be nice since it is my first fanfic and I'm a little unsure of my work... but I digress. No pressure.