Summary: Everything goes wrong for the Glee Club members as they become victims in a hostage situation at McKinley High but what seemed like an accidental situation turns out to be more than just that when they realize that the only person who can get them out alive is a certain Santana Lopez. But is Santana willing to save them all when her own life is at stake? Santana-centric. Brittana.

Disclaimer: I own nothing but my creative juices. *bow*

A/N: New story that popped into my head I just had to write it. :) Here's the first part. Enjoy! Takes place after "Hold On To Sixteen". Episode 3x08.

Prologue

As I close my eyes, I can feel the cold steel of the gun against my forehead, digging into my skin as if it were eager to release the metal bullet it held back and just let it rip into my head with its trail of destruction as proof of its power. I've never liked guns and it was ironic that I had one pressed to my head at the moment. If only I could muster a laugh, I would have done so bitterly but my throat has shut down on me. My ears are sensitive to sound but all I can hear is my own ragged breathing as I inhale and exhale, my heart beating wildly against my chest. My hands are numb and my body is cold. I taste the blood in my mouth, a swirling coppery flavor that cakes the corner of my lips.

I never thought I'd die this way. I never thought I'd die so young.

I was Santana Lopez and I was going to live my life to the fullest after high school. I was going to get into the university of my choice, I was going to get a stable job, I was going to propose to Brittany and marry her, I was going to have kids with her and I was going to live until I had no more strength in me. I was going to be happy.

But I guess I was wrong. The moment he pressed that gun to my head, I knew I was a goner.

I am going to die this way and I am going to die young.

/

I let my thoughts drift to Brittany.

My beautiful, innocent Brittany; My best friend, the love of my life and perhaps the only love of my life.

I think about her sparkling blue eyes and the way they light up every time she sees me, the smile that is always plastered on her radiant and angelic face. I think about her quirky personality and the joy she brings to everyone with her lovable self. I think about the joy she brings me; the love, the hope.

Then I begin to imagine the worse.

I imagine her blue eyes losing the sparkle and electricity and turning a dull, lifeless blue.

I imagine that radiant smile disappearing and being replaced by a stoic face that is emotionless and stone cold.

I imagine her losing her quirky personality, giving way to someone who is nothing but a shell of emptiness.

I imagine no joy.

No love.

No hope.

And my heart breaks into two at the thought.

/

I'm only seventeen and I am already playing with Death.

Or was Death playing with me?

I'm young, too young but Death does not care for age. Death does not care for gender or ethnicity. Death takes who he wants and right now, Death wants me.

But I am not ready for Death. Then again, you're never ready for Death.

/

You know how they say that before you die, your whole life flits before your very own eyes like a film that's being played for you? Yeah, I wasn't getting any of that.

My mind is blank. There's nothing to see.

Then again, maybe that is how my life is; empty.

Suddenly, there's a burst of emotions in me; I'm hurt, I'm angry, I'm in pain, I'm sad, I'm devastated. How do you live seventeen years of your life like that? How did I live my life so emptily?

Something is clawing at my insides. It's been there for awhile but it's only made its presence known now.

The epiphany comes and it's tragic.

The realizations crash down on me and suddenly, the chaotic mess I had been thrown into suddenly makes perfect sense.

/

I open my eyes. I feel like I've been lost in thought for days but I know it's only been a few seconds. The gun is still pressed against my head but this is not my main concern anymore.

I look up into the eyes of my killer and I see him waver slightly. I'm staring straight into Death's eyes.

I will myself to open my mouth and the words spill out of me like it was something natural. I'm as calm as I can be but my voice is low, full of regret.

"Can I tell you a secret?" I ask him.

A/N: Thank you for reading. :) I appreciate reviews. :D As for those who read "Run", I'll be updating that in a few hours with a good explanation as to why I wasn't able to upload the next chapter yet. :3

And oh! Naya Rivera KILLED "If I Can't Have You", IMO.

Have a nice day, everyone!