AN: Disclaimer: Glee doesn't not belong to me.

Trigger warning of abuse/rape. Drug usage [alcohol and marijuana]. Don't read if you have problems with that.

Brittany is always seen as weak, but she isn't.

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Star Light Hero

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Surprisingly it wasn't too difficult to convince Santana that camping with Quinn and Puck would be fun. In fact, she seemed to enjoy the idea.

A part of me was disappointed. I had practiced a perfect pout, and a great little whining rant just for the occasion.

Santana's arm squeezing around my waist broke me from my thoughts. The girl could really sleep anywhere.

I brushed her hair out of her eyes, I wanted her to be completely comfortable. And I think she was. Her head buried into my stomach, resting in my lap with her arms wrapped around my waist, lost somewhere in her dreams.

"Babe chill, I don't need a map. It's all up here." I glanced up to the front to watch Puck and Quinn bicker.

The old Chevy Suburban growled up the steep hill. Technically we were on a state highway, but to me it looked more like the middle of the woods.

"I know for a fact that you're an idiot. That's why we're stopping at the next gas station and asking for directions." Quinn huffed, and I barely managed to contain a giggle. I've heard that line more than a few times.

Santana squirmed in my lap, trying to get impossibly closer to me. She had fallen asleep basically as soon as we got out of her drive way at eight this morning. She tried to sleep against the door, but I didn't want her to have any muscle cramps later so I coaxed her into my lap.

After ensuring that Santana was still blissfully asleep, I put my focus back to the open window to watch the trees fly past me.

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It wasn't long before Puck slowly pulled into a gas station, saying that "the tank was getting low."

Quinn jumped out of the truck and marched into the station while Puck filled the tank. I didn't want to wake her, but I didn't know if Santana would want something from that gas station or not.

I leaned down and shook her shoulders, "Santana wake up honey."

For all the noise that had been made, the radio blaring, Puck yelling, Quinn bitching, and the doors rattling at every bump; Santana was dragged from her slumber by my soft voice. She was a heavy sleeper, and the fact that I was the one that could wake her so easily brought me some sort of pride.

I was greeted with a mumbled, "whatrdaya want?" and a kiss to my stomach.

"We're at a gas station do you want me to get you anything?"

Santana flipped onto her back to stare up at me. The bench seat wasn't long enough to let her fully stretch out, so she stuck her bare feet out the window.

She lifted her hand up to cup my cheek, lazily stroking her thumb across it sending a warmth into my chest.

"All I need is right here."

I smiled and she sat up to press her warm lips to mine. The taste of her lip gloss made me crave more so I ran my tongue over her bottom lip, enjoying both the flavor and texture of her.

"Yo, stop lez'n up my back seat." I whipped my head around to face Puck in the window. I had forgotten that he was even there.

"Fuck off Puckerman." Santana gave him the finger only to have him laugh and walk off to find Quinn. There were times where I wouldn't mind smacking Puck in the head.

Santana plopped back down into my lap and curled into my stomach again.

I threaded my fingers through her loose hair, while she lifted my shirt to pepper my stomach with kisses. Santana had quite a few favorite spots, but I think that my stomach was near the top of her list.

As I enjoyed her teasing I heard a car pull up to the pump besides us.

It was an old model. And from the sound of it, the engine needed as much repair as the rusty body. Two older boys literally climbed out of the windows, which was kind of cool.

Something felt off about them, so I kept my eye on them. Maybe it wasn't them, but the fact that a lot of horror movies started out like this. A small group of friends camping in the middle of the woods, stopping at a rundown gas station for directions, and then some psycho jumps out with a chain saw.

It was text book.

From my peripherals and keeping my hand untangling Santana's hair, I watched them circle around the truck to go inside the station. When they got to the door one of them stopped and elbowed the other saying something I couldn't hear and they both looked over to the truck. I heard them whistle and caught the last of their conversation before they went inside.

What they said wasn't unusual, but it stilled my hand in Santana's dark hair.

It was a lewd comment about my girlfriend's legs. Sure she was dangling them out the window, but it wasn't an invitation. I'm glad San didn't hear it. I wish that I hadn't heard it either. Then I wouldn't be feeling the need to shove a bullfrog up their ass. Why a bullfrog? They're big and gross I reasoned.

"What's wrong baby?" Santana cracked an eye open to peer up with.

"Do you think there'll be frogs at the river?" I didn't bother to look down at her; instead I smiled to Quinn who looked very displeased. By the way Puck wasn't even trying to hide his smirk, I'd have to say that Puck had proven to be right. For once at least.

Santana's response was cut short by Quinn and Puck climbing back into the truck.

"See babe, I knew exactly where I was going." Puck started the truck with a smirk and peeled out of the parking lot.

"Sure you did." Quinn buckled her seat belt and crossed her arms.

Puck started the SUV and it grumbled out onto the open road.

We were headed to some camp ground that Puck's family vacationed at years ago when he was young. It was nearly a three and a half hour drive, and apparently had a pretty cool river. I was looking forward to jumping off rope swings and rocks, while Santana was happy to lay in the sun.

The place, I don't remember it's name something about mills, maybe windmills.

Maybe that donkey guy will be there.

It was supposed to be off the radar so that we'd have the camp to ourselves mostly. My mom was against it at first, but I was going to New York in the fall so I didn't see what the big deal was. I barely won that argument.

My mom was worried that we'd get into trouble, but Puck said that it was completely uninhabited. Like, no one really lived around there except hicks. As we drove through the thick forest, scarcely passing houses I believed him. I told her that I could take care of myself, and if anything bad happened San, Quinn, and Puck were there.

Santana fell asleep in my lap again. I could tell by her soft exhale on the skin where she had been kissing. Even in her sleep she managed to torture me.

I propped my head on my arm on the open window and let my eyes flutter close. Quinn and Puck's conversations were boring and seeing that my gossip buddy was passed out, there wasn't much else to do.

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tbc

AN: Let me know what you all think. The next chapter will be posted later.