Alright, forget my other stories. This one is gonna be good. I just finished watching like all these gory movies and you can count on me to turn it into a Brittana romance story. Not many other characters will be included in here. Maybe Quinn and Rachel and some other Glee members but for most of it Brittana. Completely AU too. I don't own any of the songs. This story is also dark as you can see but I assure you NO rape. That's just sick. Sorry for any mistakes. Read, review, and enjoy! Chapters will get longer with every review too.
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Sweet Dreams (Are Made Of This) performed by Marilyn Manson
Sweet dreams are made of this
Who am I to disagree?
Travel the world and the seven seas
Everybody's looking for something
Up above the sun blazes a bright orange as it positions itself for a descent beyond the horizon. Around Brittany the world is tinted in a deep tangerine, highlighting every last feature of the passing cacti and sandy mist swirling around the worn pavement of the rocky road. Her car thuds with every rigid bump or wide crack, bouncing her body in the leather driver's seat as she steers with little determination. She let her mind roam off to bright thoughts of finally returning home after a long needed vacation.
Sophomore year in college is on it's way just around the corner for her and she is beyond nervous. She just passed last year by a landslide and hasn't the confidence needed to push on. Maybe college just isn't her fancy, she never had a knack for learning for that matter anyway. Students insult her all the time, calling her stupid and immature. She knows there are dumber in the world so she just takes every mean word. Doesn't mean she doesn't cry alone at night curled up defenselessly in her baby blue sheets.
Hands drumming absently against the wheel, Brittany looks off and admires the gorgeous view of the desert land. She feels as though she's in complete isolation but the surrounding is too beautiful to be unseen. A small smile lights her face as she indulges in the sights of the environment. She got so lost in it all, she didn't even notice the thin trail of spikes set across the road.
Suddenly, all her tires popped as they collided with the sharp metal needles. The car swung out of control, dragging and marking the road with it's marks as it slid to an abrupt stop against a cactus. Brittany's body thrashed forward with the halt, slamming into the wheel as she hisses in pain. Bruises are already forming on her arms.
Some of them want to use you
Some of them want to get used by you
Some of them want to abuse you
Some of them want to be abused
Scanning the damage of the car, she found there is no way to repair anything. She doesn't know how she will even make it home now. Panic sets in as she tugs at her own blonde hair.
"Oh no!" She spoke to herself, blue eyes wide with disbelief. "This is not good..."
Getting out of her vehicle, she slams the door shut and observes all the dents. With damage so severe, the car may never work again. Kicking at the ground in defeat, Brittany throws her head back and takes in a deep breath of air. This was definitely not planned.
"I'm never going to get home," she tells herself, shaking her head.
She is unsure whether to start walking her way or not. There's a possibility a car may pass by and pick her up. The chances are slim out here though- and what if it's some gross guy, too? Sighing, she begins her journey on foot. Unexpectedly, she gets stopped in her tracks by the noise of shuffling in the sand. Her heartbeat picks up as she cocks her head and looks around with cautious eyes.
There is nobody to be seen. Was her mind playing tricks on her? Maybe it's just her nerves acting up. She never did act well in bad situations. She has to be sure though.
"Hello?" Brittany calls out, ducking her head as she looks around for anything.
There is nothing in the road that could've been sharp enough to pop her tires. If there was, it must've been dragged away quietly. There's not a soul to spare out here. Brittany takes a shaking breath, knowing she had to of heard someone. Noises like that don't just come out of nowhere and her ears aren't mistaken.
Sweet dreams are made of this
Who am I to disagree?
Travel the world and the seven seas
Everybody's looking for something
Out from behind a protecting cactus, a petite girl reveals herself. Brittany gasps, spinning around to see the girl a few feet before her. She has exotic caramel skin and ragged clothes. There's a mask covering her identity, a cryptic frown plastered onto it's white surface. Brittany throws a hand over her pulsing heart, smiling a little from the shock.
"Whoa, you got me there," she breaths, shaking her head with a grin. "Hey, can you help me out?"
The mysterious girl looks about her age. She's shorter and skimpy looking with thick locks of charcoal black rolling down her waist. Cocking her head to the side, the girl get's a good look at Brittany. She straightens herself up and holds her head up strong.
"Has something misfortune happened to you?" She asks, her voice as soft as an angel's.
Brittany takes a moment to listen to the girl's chiming voice. She sounds like the bells of Heaven. Shoving the thought away, Brittany snaps back to reality and stares intently at the girl.
"Yes, my car's tires popped and I have a lot more miles to go before I can get home," Brittany unflatteringly explains. "Is there, like, any place I can stop at? I don't see anything out here..."
The girl simply watches as Brittany speaks, it makes the blonde a little uncomfortable. After hearing all she has to say, the girl lightly chuckles before shrugging.
"You won't find anything; it's all loneliness out here. My home is about a mile away if you'd like to spend the night?" She offers, holding her hands together sweetly. "I think you should."
Brittany is a little taken aback by the girl's offer. It's nice and all, but out of the blue invite a stranger into your house? It all seems a bit skeptical but Brittany doesn't have much of a choice left.
"Alright, I guess," she agrees, standing still. "Before I do anything, so we're not strangers, what's your name? Mine is Brittany."
Some of them want to use you
Some of them want to get used by you
Some of them want to abuse you
Some of them want to be abused
The girl look up at Brittany in what would seem like awe behind the shielding mask.
"Brittany," she let's the name roll of her tongue before answering. "I am- Santana..."
Seeing the girl was a little hesitant to tell Brittany her name, the blonde tries not to dwell too much the fact. At least it's a girl and not some big masculine man that can take advantage of her. Giving the girl a bright smile, Brittany nods.
"I like your name, Santana," she says, trying the name out in her voice. "It's unique."
Santana bows her head and looks down at the road. Her jet black hair falls in front of her mask and down to her rather large breasts.
"Is unique a good thing?" She mumbles insecurely, more to herself.
Brittany watches the girl, perplexed. Did she not have some good grammar? She may be uneducated in these parts. Maybe she hasn't even gone to school. Home schooled, perhaps?
"Yes, of course! It makes you special," Brittany excitedly tells. "Like how you wear that mask, other people don't do that. Well, not where I'm from..."
Immediately, the moment Brittany brought up Santana's mask, she cringed away a little and turn her back to the girl. Brittany got caught off guard by this, not meaning to offend the girl at all. She didn't know why Santana is wearing a mask, maybe she's ugly. Brittany didn't care she took a few steps forward until she was only one more step away from the cowering girl. Little did the blonde know, she just lost the game.
I wanna use you and abuse you
I wanna know what's inside you
Reaching out a shaking hand, she pulled back and decided it was best not to get in her personal space. Brittany seems to have messed up enough as it is. There was something about seeing the girl so vulnerable that got to Brittany's heart.
"Hey, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to be a jerk. I like your mask," she insists, apologizing.
Santana sharply spun around on her heels, throwing out her hand to grip Brittany's feeble wrist. Brittany gasped, automatically tugging back on the girl's hold.
"What's your problem! Let me go!" She screamed, writhing under Santana's hand.
Santana grunted, pulling Brittany on with her. She knew now that Brittany is just like all the other attractive bitches and intends her family to do as they always. For a moment she even thought for once she could have made a friend.
"Please! Where are you taking me!" The helpless blonde cries out pleadingly.
"Home."
Keep your head up, movin' on
Hold your head up, movin' on
Keep your head up, movin' on
Movin' on!
Santana said no other words, only ground out that one. She is really sensitive about her mask and loathes when people bring it up. Her temper is not something to be toyed with. She also doesn't take things as well as other normal people might. Living in the conditions she does, it's surprising she isn't already a monster herself.
"P-please let me go," Brittany chokes out in a shaky voice. "I didn't mean anything. I like you. You're helping me. We're friends."
Santana suddenly stopped short in the middle of nowhere. Her heart beat rapidly in her chest and her palms began to feel sweaty. She released her curled hand, letting Brittany's sore wrist go limp at her side. Brittany took a breath of relief, holding her wrist in her own hand. Santana really has a strong grip.
"I don't have friends," Santana mumbles before walking on without Brittany being pulled behind her.
Sweet dreams are made of this
Who am I to disagree?
Travel the world and the seven seas
Everybody's looking for something
Brittany looked up and watched as she went before snapping to her senses and chasing after her. She got to her side and strolled along with her on their way. The more time she spent with this girl she got her more nervous and worried. She just has to keep reminding herself Santana can't harm her. The girl is too petite and Brittany has a running chance with her legs.
"I could be your friend," Brittany offers with a small smile. "If you'd like..."
Santana shakes her head in refusal. She would love to be Brittany's friend, but getting attached would just cause more pain in the end. Not one person has gotten out her home alive.
"Papi says no friends for me," she mumbles under her breath. "Thanks though."
Some of them want to use you
Some of them want to get used by you
Some of them want to abuse you
Some of them want to be abused
Brittany doesn't question the girl. She too scared to do most things at this point other than follow her mindlessly. There is almost some sort of invisible pull bringing her with Santana. It's an odd sensation she hasn't felt with anyone before; not even with her past boyfriends she got no where with.
"It can be a secret," Brittany shrugs, simply trying to get on the girl's good side- if she has one.
Santana merely shook her head again, ending the conversation. Brittany breathed out and looked to the side as they walked along. She got caught off guard when she felt the most soft, silk hand entwine with hers. It's a perfect fit, like a ring of sorts. Brittany looked down at their hands, ivory on ebony.
"I-?"
She didn't even know what to say or ask. Santana didn't say a word, so she decided she shouldn't either. They both simply walked along, hand in hand.
I'm gonna use you and abuse you
I'm gonna know what's inside
Gonna use you and abuse you
I'm gonna know what's inside you
Welcome To The Family by Avenged Sevenfold
Hey kid, do I have your attention?
I know the way you've been livin'
Life's so wreckless, tragedy endless
Welcome to the family
Santana stopped Brittany with her hand when the front door to her home came to view. The blonde couldn't help but gape at the sight, an old Victorian mansion so huge. It's like something out of The Addam's Family. Vines and other constricting plants wind up the grey brick walls. Not to mention it's located in the most absurd spot on the planet.
"Stay here," Santana all but murmurs to Brittany, pulling her hand away from the girl's and starts walking up the steps to her door.
Brittany can already feel the empty spot where Santana's hand was. What has gotten into her? More importantly, what is this girl doing to her?
Hey! There's something missing
Only time will alter your vision
Never in question, lethal injection
Welcome to the family
Santana stepped into her home, catching her father's attention. He leaned over in his seat at the large kitchen table with one of his famous grins. She hates seeing that devilish glint in his eyes every time she walks in the door.
"Have we ourselves a guest?" He inquires excitedly.
Santana nodded her head as she knows she should. No emotions once she's in the house. Her mother comes walking down the fancy stairway with one of her elegant Spanish dresses on. The sequence red from her gown glistens in the light emitted from the chandelier hanging down from their sculpted ceiling.
"What's this I hear? A guest! Oh, we haven't had one for almost an entire week now," she exaggerates her words, swooning on the rail like an actress. "Shall we have fun with this one, Agusto?"
Santana's father looked at his wife, matching the gleam in their eyes.
"Absolutely my dear! Call down Manuel, won't you?" He smiles, turning to his weak daughter again. "And you. Bring in our guest."
Santana's lips quiver behind her mask as she reluctantly turns to walk out the door. For some reason she really doesn't want Brittany getting hurt- killed. Certainly not killed the way her family does. They're all horrible, it's a slaughter fest in there. The last thing she wants to hear is Brittany's screams.
Not long ago you found the answers were so crystal clear
Within a day you find yourself living in constant fear
Can you look at yourself now?
Can you look at yourself?
You can't win this fight!
Brittany's head snapped up when she heard Santana walk out her house. The girl stood at the doorway with her head bowed grimly. Her flimsy hands swooped up in a gesture for Brittany to enter. The blonde grins, gingerly walking up the steps to Santana's side.
"You okay?" She asks, a little concern when she sees Santana so sad again.
Something is definitely off about this whole situation and it's making her stomach churn in uncomfortable ways. Santana simply shakes her head as she always does in response to Brittany. The blonde doesn't catch the movement as she stares in awe at the inside of Santana's elegant home.
"Hello and welcome to our home! Our daughter told us you've had a problem with your travels. You are more than welcome to stay the night," Agusto stands up and welcomes, noticing the blonde girl.
In a way it seems there's no one to call
When our thoughts are so numb
And our feelings unsure
Brittany is taken aback at the abrupt introduction but offers a smile and takes Agusto's strong hand in a shake.
"I can't thank you enough. I was so lucky to have your lovely daughter here help me," Brittany motions towards Santana who slightly shakes as she shuts the large chamber doors. "You guys have an amazing house!"
Agusto throws his head back and let's out a bellowing laugh. He's lost count of how many times he has heard that from all past guests. Glancing over to his daughter, he grins.
"Santana, sweet heart, has Brittany brought up your mask?" He asks, a playful hint in his voice as he awaits the inevitable answer.
Santana always hated this game. She has to go out and wait to pop someone's tires passing by on the road. Once she does, she has to introduce herself and ask if they want help. The thing is, if they bring up her mask, they get murdered. If they don't, their free to stay the night and leave peacefully. Not one soul hasn't brought up Santana's mask.
We all have emptiness inside
We all have answers to find
But, you can't win this fight!
Santana looks over at Brittany, her eyes pleading behind the mask. She really can't stand the thought of such an angel getting hurt. She has to try. At least try this once.
"No." She lies.
Her father's eyes go wide. Could he have heard his daughter right? Are his ears playing tricks on him?
"Excuse me?" He asks again, glaring directly at his daughter.
Santana begins to panic a little under the pressure of his piercing black eyes. He doesn't believe her and her punishment could be horrible. She bites down on her tongue and curses in her head.
"Oh, that frowny mask? Yeah, I'll admit I commented on it. Nothing bad though, Sir. I like it," Brittany smiles too brightly.
Hey, I have to question
What's with the violent aggression?
Details blurry, lost him too early
Welcome to the family
Agusto gives Santana a look that chills her bones. She is going to get into so much trouble later. He has something special in mind for her. She's never killed anyone before, for that matter. Santana's insides spin and all her hope shatters. Why did Brittany have to speak up?
He never appreciated his daughter. Santana is the black sheep of the family. She doesn't belong with them, though they keep her for the entertainment. They hardly feed her and give her little if no education. She only learned how to speak from them and still can't even talk as properly.
As for her mask, they can't stand to look at her face. She is the most beautiful girl in the world and her mother hates that. Camila Lopez won't stand for any girl prettier than her. In result, Santana is forced to wear that ugly mask everyday. The only time she get's to withdraw it is when she has lucky nights where she can shower or when she goes to bed in the den.
"I see," Agusto finally speaks, deciding on his daughter's fate.
Hey, why wont you listen?
Can't help the people you're missing
It's been done, a casualty re-run
Welcome to the family
"Hello there, darling! Oh- I see we have a guest!" Camila smiles, coming down the stairs with a boy behind her. "Welcome to our home!"
Santana grunts when she sees her brother. Manuel is such a prick. He get's to sit in his room all day and do whatever he pleases. He's also a major druggy, as indicated from the dark circles marring his eyes. Not to mention he wears make up like a girl. He is a strange boy.
"Hi, my name is Brittany by the way," Brittany politely introduces herself, carefully eyeing Manuel.
"What a nice name! Brittany, this is Manuel my son. You can sleep in his room if you would like to spend the night-"
"NO!" Santana projects, protectively storming over to Brittany's side.
She knows what happens when the young girls get to sleep in Manuel's room and she will not stand for any of it. What's come over her? Well, whatever has, she's letting it freely take over.
"Mine- my room!" Santana growls, eyes warily glaring at her parents from behind the mask. "Brittany in my room!"
Everyone turns to stare at her. Manuel glares daggers.
"I believe it's Brittany's choice, not yours. Brittany, where would you like to stay?" He asks generously, doing his father's famous smirk.
The blonde is so confused, lost in everything. The only thing on her mind now is getting the hell out of here in the morning. She feels Santana's hand come up to her arm, tenderly holding her as if she's silently begging.
I try and help you with the
Things that can't be justified
I need to warn you that
There is no way to rationalize
"I would- umm- like to stay with Santana if that's okay?" She finally asks, gauging everyone's reactions.
Santana's face lights up like a Christmas tree behind her mask. She holds in her squeals of delight. Never before has she had a guest get to stay with her. She hasn't felt this way for a guest before either. Agusto clears his throat, exchanging looks with his son.
"As you wish," he grunts, turning to walk back to the kitchen table.
Camila, on the other hands, grows a devious grin on her face. She looks at her husband with delight and he looks back bewildered. What is she planning?
"Actually, Brittany. We can probably have your tires fixed in three days tops. You're very welcome to stay," she says.
Santana's breath hitches. They're keeping her here. This can only mean terrible things to come. No guest has stayed here for more than a night. What could they possibly be planning?
So have you figured it out now?
So have you figured it out?
You can't win this fight!
"Why don't you let Santana show you to her room? We will come down shortly with some attire for your liking."
Santana looks into Brittany's blue eyes. She get's so lost in them. God, is this girl gorgeous. Not many people that have stumbled upon this fate are as attractive. But Brittany, oh boy. She's an angel.
Now, Santana is left to pray the night won't torture her. Brittany assuring takes her hand and offers a smile like she always seems to do. Santana isn't quite assured though.
Soooo, whatcha think? Good, bad? Any songs in mind? Expect a lot of Rage Against the Machine and Avenged Sevenfold. Maybe a little Coldplay here and there. Basically songs you may never hear on Glee. This is so AU I'm gonna die. ANYWAY REVIEW PAHLEASE. Your opinions matter to me...