Thanks for the awesome response to the first chapter everyone :D Thanks mushaboom21 for an idea for another chapter. This was going to be a few oneshots from the 'Before They Bulldozed Breadstix' universe, scenes that I couldn't fit into the original fic and then some new things, like this one inspired from the crapfest that is glee. But then this chapter gave me ideas so we'll just see what happens. As for this, I had some feels.


2.

Santana walked through the student parking lot at McKinley High, her heart numb, her eyes blurred with tears. As she blindly moved amongst the stationary cars she mindlessly sorted through each key on her keyring, over and over, her finger running along the edge of one and then the next and then starting over again once she'd completed the bunch. It was a pathetic attempt to occupy her mind for a few feeble moments on something else. Anything else.

She was vaguely aware of a car door slamming somewhere in the vicinity but didn't pay any further attention until a set of knuckles cracked the side of her head, the result of a flying fist she hadn't seen coming. The punch knocked her off balance and she fell sideways onto the hood of a parked car.

She slid across the metal and fell to the ground with a thud, the air knocked out of her lungs. Momentarily stunned, she stared blankly at her bunch of keys which slid off the car and landed on the ground next to her with a metallic crunch. She dazedly looked up with apprehension, wondering when her attacker would show themselves. To her confusion her own face looked back down at her, the very definition of fury: Future Santana.

"You fool," Adult Santana yelled at her. "You fucking fool. Do you know what you've done?"

The younger Santana gasped for air, unable to speak or move until her lungs had refilled with precious oxygen. "Whu- hu?" her chest racked with coughs.

Adult Santana stormed around the front of the car and stood over her. "You are the stupidest most pathetic excuse for a coward of a human being I have ever had the misfortune to look in the mirror and scowl at."

"What the?"

Teenage Santana had regained some of her breath back by now and tried to get up. A brown, knee length leather boot halted her movements, kicking her in the chest and pinning her against the car door. Santana scrabbled frantically to escape but her older self just pressed down harder. "You're hurting me," the girl squealed out.

"You don't even know what that word means," the older Santana hissed in her face. "You have jeopardised my life, my relationship, my wife, my children's lives, and if I thought it would do you any good I'd kill you right here. There is one thing I will not stand for and that is anything, anything, including you and your selfish stupid fucking idiocy. You do not threaten my family!" Adult Santana screamed in the girl's face causing Santana to break down into tears.

"I don't understand what's happening," she sobbed helplessly.

Future Santana grabbed her by her collar and slammed her up against the side of the vehicle. Younger Santana's elbow collided with the toughened glass window making her yelp with pain.

"Get off her!"

A familiar voice caught both their attentions and a furious teenage Brittany forced herself between the two women. "Don't you touch her," she shouted at Adult Santana, prising her hands open and ripping them out of the hold she had on her Santana's arms.

The wildness in the older woman's eyes settled down somewhat as she watched Brittany comfort her younger self, tenderly rubbing her arms and wiping tears from her cheeks. Suddenly, Brittany rounded on Future Santana.

"What's going on, Santana? Explain. Now." Brittany ordered her, to both Santanas' confusion. They weren't certain which one she was addressing and instead exchanged a miserable look.

"You, hot older Santana," Brittany clarified.

Said Santana gulped.

"Whatever she's done," she gestured carefully towards the younger girl, unwilling to upset Brittany any more. "It's affecting my kids, my wife, my future. Sugar's been in bed, ill, for days, it's like she's just wasting away and Tony's coming down with it too. The doctors said it's not anything medical. Britt said it might have something to do with the time stream. What have you done?" she spat at teenage Santana.

Younger Santana stared at her brokenly and then burst into tears again.

Adult Santana looked over at the teenage version of her wife in despair, "Britt. What's happened?"

Brittany looked down at the floor and took her arm back from around Santana.

"We broke up."


The teenagers sat on the cool ground, leaning against the car side door flush against one another as though they were fused together down the one side. They watched as the future version of Santana prowled in front of them, walking ten feet one way then turning abruptly and walking back. Her palms were open and her hands gesticulated wildly in front of her as she tried to gather her thoughts together. Aloud.

"What, how is that? That's not, this is preposterous, absolute fucking bullshit. The apocalypse must be here," she rounded on the teenagers who were now flattened as far up against the car as they could be, clutching hold of each other. "Because I thought I just heard you say... you broke up."

Both girls stared at her blankly, the wounds still fresh from not even half an hour ago.

A shout from the other side of the parking lot caught their attention and Brittany waved to acknowledge the call from a group of Cheerios heading for the school bus, off to an away game.

"I have to go," she squeezed teenage Santana's hand as she stood up and dusted down her skirt. She spun around and said in a soft, steady tone to future Santana, who suddenly couldn't meet her eyes. "If there is one scratch on her I will hunt you down."

Brittany looked back at younger Santana who was still slumped miserably on the floor and was staring hard at her own feet and blinking suspiciously hard. "And you can be absolutely certain that I'm not done with you," she said, and walked off toward the group of cheerleaders in the distance.

Teenage Santana squeezed her eyes shut and held her breath, listening to Brittany's footsteps get fainter. She opened her eyes as the shell of the car body moved and her older self slid her back down the metal to collapse next to her in an identical, despondent pose. They both stared at their feet in silence for several long minutes until a sharp pain on younger Santana's ear caused her to wince.

"No really. What. The. Fuck?" Adult Santana flicked the girl's ear with every word.

"Stop hitting me!"

"Stop fucking up!"

"I cant. I cant be here for Britt like I'm supposed to. I cant be here when she needs me."

"So move your ass."

"She wont let me stay in Lima. I don't know what I'm supposed to do."

"Let me tell you, me- This is really strange. Maybe I'm crazy. It's like talking to myself but in a whole new way than normal." She side eyed her younger self and muttered. "Not that I do that. But anyway, there is something you need to know. And you already know it so I don't know why I'm bothering."

Younger Santana looked at her, mascara smudged, red eyes, lip trembled slightly.

"Except... yeah, you're pathetic. The first rule of the universe is... You're supposed to be with Brittany. The second rule of the universe. You're supposed to be with Brittany. I cant make it any clearer than that. It is the only thing I know for certain in the whole wide cosmos."

"Yeah, but-"

"Don't you 'yeah but' me. You're the only 'butt' I see here. There are no other buts. Fix it. Or I will send my wife after you and then only your god can save you. Or worse..."

Future Santana pursed her lips in thought. "Hmmm," she murmured, scaring the younger girl even more.

"Hmmm? What does that mean," teenage Santana gulped. "What's worse than angry super hot older Brittany?"

Older Santana scrambled ungracefully to her feet using the car to push herself up with. "You really don't want to know."

She made a disgusted sigh as she looked back down at her stupider self. "I'm going home. To my wife." She emphasised the most important word.

Younger Santana stared at her in confusion. "I know. You're married."

"Yes, dumbass. To my wife."

"Ye-sss?"

"Oh god, teenage me is as thick as Finn." Teenage Santana looked rightly insulted. "You are me. I am you. I am married. You should get on that."

"But that's the complete opposite of breaking up."

"Give me one reason why I shouldn't kick you right now," growled Future Santana as she cocked her head to the side and looked her younger self up and down. "There are some times when I wonder what exactly Brittany sees in me. And this moment is one of them."

"I c-can't just marry her. Have you been through this?" she asked the older woman. "What did you do after high school? Did your Brittany graduate?"

"Kid, my Brittany is your Brittany, I am you, and this all happened to me. Also, bear in mind I am exponentially smarter and infinitely wiser than you. I am an adult who has her shit together so what I tell you is the truth and pure fact."

Teenage Santana squinted at her, her nose scrunched up in disbelief. She sniffed, then fumbled in her pocket for her phone as it buzzed and checked if the message was from Brittany. It was and she quickly replied.

'Yeh I'm alive. Thx B. she's all talk. X'

Adult Santana smirked and began to walk off leaving an emotionally exhausted and very confused girl behind her.

"You didn't answer my question!"

Future Santana didn't even halt her step to call back over her shoulder. "Sugar will want to be bridesmaid, if she hasn't told you already."