This has probably already been done before, but I decided to write a short Glee fic for each song from Lana Del Rey's album Born To Die. The first is the title track, Born To Die, and it features Santana, Brittany, and an OC. It's pretty self-explanatory, and includes elements from the song.

Pairing: Santana/Brittany
Rating: R (swearing, character death)
Disclaimer: If I owned Glee, the lighting would be better, and Sugar would rule errythang.
Author's Note: This is my first Glee fic, so please be gentle.

The girl was mysterious; I never even found out her real name. Brit didn't like her, but she'd helped me when the road got tough and I was grateful. A place like Lima Heights might turn you into a cruel hearted bitch, but it makes you appreciate people like Brit and – her.

"Just call me V," she'd said one day.

I wasn't in any of her classes, so I never heard a teacher use her real name. She was pretty withdrawn all round. I asked her to join the Glee club but she said no, even though her voice wasn't bad.

We used to go to the beach sometimes, V, Brit and I, and just talk about shit. She kissed me once, but I never told anyone. I didn't kiss her back, and I guess it hurt her. But I never pushed her away – I owed her and I didn't pull shit like that.

Then one day, just like that, she was gone. I had a pretty shit day, complete with a face off with Schue and an argument with Brit. I skipped Glee and took my car to the beach, to see if she was there.

I saw her, lying there, in the water. Face down. Fuck. I ran, screaming her name. V. I stumbled over a large branch she'd used to write a message on the sand, and fell to the ground. Sometimes love is not enough. I was a fucking mess, crying everywhere.

I pulled out my phone to call an ambulance or something, and saw a text from her not fifteen minutes ago – you like your girls insane. Sorry I wasn't enough - V. Double fuck. I never called the ambulance – Brit turned up soon after, and rang them for me. She just held me until they came, and took V away.

Figgins talked about speaking to Miss Pillsbury, and even Coach Sue was nice for a while, but it didn't bring her back. V. I still think about her sometimes, when I'm lonely. I can even hear her, when Brit's not there. She's calling me, luring me – "come take a walk on the wild side, Santana." Sometimes I consider it.