Her eyes shoot open when she hears the loud thud. Afraid to move she lays still in bed as that thud turns into a constant banging that's getting louder and louder. She realizes it's coming from her front door and she reaches under her bed and grabs the baseball bat she left underneath there. At the time she thought she was being ridiculous for leaving one there but now at this very moment she was glad that she did.
The banging continues and she takes a quick glance over at her clock. When she sees the time whatever fear she had disappears and it's now replaced with anger and annoyance. It's late and not even a little late where she can go back to sleep. It's a lot late. She's still tired from her previous work shift and knows she'll have to get up in a few and repeat it again. She doesn't have time for this and she doesn't want to make time for this.
Mumbling a few curse words under her breath she gets up and out of bed. Holding the baseball bat tight in her hands she makes her way to the front door. The logical side of her brain is saying call the cops and wait for them to come but her stubborn annoyed side is saying see who's at the door and beat the shit out of them for waking you up.
The banging seems to have gotten softer and by the time she reaches the door it has completely stopped. She looks in the peep hole of her door and sees a small figure curled up in a ball with their head in between their knees on the floor. "I'm not falling for this trick" She says out loud. She's seen way too many horror movies to know this could be a trap. Just a way for the killer or kidnapper to lure the victim out but when the figure looks up the bat instantly falls from her hands.
"Brittany?" The name comes out as a question. She quickly starts to unlock the door and swings it open in a rush. The blond staggers to her feet. Her clothes or what clothes she does have on are ripped. She's barefooted and her feet are black from walking on the pavement outside. She's battered and bruised all over her body. Her right eye is black and blue and swollen shut. Her lip, her perfect pink lip is split open and gushing blood.
"Brittany" This time her name comes out as a choked back sob, full of heartache and disbelief. This isn't real. What she's seeing isn't real. No one on this earth is evil enough to do this to Brittany. Not her Brittany. She doesn't know it but she's crying. Tears are pouring out of her eyes as she sees the women she'll forever love despite the fact that she picked someone else over her, completely destroyed in front of her.
"San" Brittany finally cries out as she rushes into Santana's arms where she holds her tight. So many questions are circling Santana's mind but she knows all Brittany needs right now is to be held, to feel safe. So that's what she does. She holds her while she cries in her arms. She holds her until the sun starts coming up and that's when she brings the two of them inside the house.