Ok, I'm sorry it's so short and it took me so long to upload. I was without internet for a month and I am stupid enough to use googledocs. What can I say, I like it.

Well, here it is... Enjoy?


When Santana woke, she could not recognise her surroundings. She had a splitting headache and a sense that something horrifying had happened, yet she could not remember in her sleep riddled state. She sat up, noticing the sticks embedded in her hair. Santana looked around. She was sitting in the middle of the forest. Her memory was not yet working. She brought her hands to her face, feeling the stiffness of dried tear tracks on her face.

With a flood of emotion, all of the events from the previous day came rushing back to her. She remembered how late she was. She remembered how devastatingly beautiful Brittany's face was. She remembered wishing to die. More tears fell down her face, making new tracks over the dried ones. She got to her feet, feeling the numbness spread through her once more. Trudging back to her shop, she noticed something out of place on the ground. Upon closer inspection, she saw that they were a pair of soft pink pumps. Brittany's, if she wasn't mistaken. They were simple and pretty, and they reminded Santana of Brittany so much it hurt, knowing she had fucked everything up.

Santana continued towards the village, occasionally coming across the odd wild animal or towns-person. She passed them all in a daze, only wishing to get home, curl up, and cry herself to sleep. However, before she could, she walked face first into Rachel Berry. Her tiredness and numbness seemed to have broken her mouth filter, because she groaned audibly, causing Rachel to adopt an exaggerated expression of hurt and superiority.

"Watch where you're going, Santana, you could've seriously hurt me!" she said in a superior voice.

"How about you leave me alone, Berry," Santana replied, letting spite edge her voice noticeably. Rachel looked shocked at the harsh words.

"Don't speak to me like that, Lopez. Just because no one wanted your services today," she countered, leaving Santana confused.

"What on earth are you talking about?"

"Everyone knows you sleep around for cash when you aren't washing. Just because you aren't as glamorous as me doesn't mean-"

She was cut off by Santana. "Listen here, hobbit, whatever anyone has been telling you is a downright lie."

"Why should I believe you?" she countered snottily.

Santana's brain to mouth filter was still obviously broken, because she said, "I'm in love with Brittany, you midget!" Her hand immediately flew to her mouth, hoping to take back the words it had produced. Rachel's eyes widened comically, and her arm was immediately around Santana, leading her home. She dug through Santana's pocket for a key and shucked open the door with her hip. She lead her upstairs, sat her on a squishy armchair and settled herself in the chair opposite.

Santana let out a stuttering breath as Rachel waited patiently for her to talk.

"Brittany and I..." she started. "We've been meeting for over a year now - in secret, of course. I... I really love her, and I know she loves me too... But she's destined to marry Prince Kurt, and you know how the kingdom - and it's Queen - feel about same sex marriage in the royal family; it's just unheard of!" Santana stopped herself before she could say something stupid, and before her voice broke from the sobs trying to break through her. She shuddered once, obviously trying to stop crying.

Rachel started softly, "Santana... If you truly love her, then I suggest you go for it. Nothing should get in the way of something as pure as love."

"But it's not as simple as that" Santana cried. "I was late to our meeting yesterday. She probably hates me." she said, shaking her head and making to stand up, hoping to move to her bedroom and weep in peace.

Rachel shook her head. "If she loves you as much as you plainly love her, then she'll be as torn up about this as you are, you just have to go talk to her," she stated. Santana shook her head again.

"Let yourself out, Berry," she said softly, standing and walking to her bedroom, closing the door behind her.

Rachel could hear her loud sobs as she left.

~:~

Brittany woke with a sense of calm before the storm. She felt so unhappy it was physically draining her, but she couldn't remember why. She lay among a sea of fluffy pillows, frantically searching her memory for the reason she was so sad.

She glanced at her windows, raising her arm to shield her face from the Sun's harsh rays. Groaning, she turned to lay on her front, hoping to catch a few more hours sleep, so she could perhaps restore her memory. However, before she could get to sleep, she thought of Santana, which brought the previous day's events flooding to the front of her mind.

Tears once again welled in Brittany's eyes. She reached behind her and grabbed one of the soft pillows. She rammed it over her face as she screamed her anguish.

While she was screaming, Puck walked in with her usual breakfast tray. When Brittany ran out of breath, she kept the pillow on her face, leaving it to collect the tears streaming from her eyes.

"Something the matter, Princess?" Puck asked tentatively, slowly walking towards the bed which Brittany was currently sprawled across. Brittany shook her head, throwing the pillow across the room. It sent a teacup smashing to the floor, pushing it off the end table the pillow had landed on. Puck jumped at the sudden noise.

"Bad date, I take it?"

The harsh comment made Brittany growl, and she threw another pillow, this time at Puck's face.

"Either shut up or get out, Noah. Anymore disrespect and I'll have you beaten," Brittany spat out, her voice heavy with spite.

Puck's eyes widened and his mouth fell open in shock; Brittany had never spoken to him like that.

Puck bowed his head. "I apologise, your Majesty. Enjoy your breakfast." He spoke formally, setting the food tray on her bedside table. He bowed and walked backwards out of the room.

Brittany watched him leave before flopping back down on the bed. WhydoIalwayshavetofuckthingsup? she thought to herself. Whycan't - foronceinmylife - thingsgorightforachange?

Brittany was so wrapped in her thoughts that she didn't notice her mother burst into the room, her face the personification of rage. However, as she spoke to Brittany she wore a mask of calm.

"Hello, dear," she said. Brittany's head snapped up, Katherine hadn't called her that in years. It was always 'you,' or 'girl.' Brittany's eyes narrowed as she contemplated the Queen.

"Good morning, mother," she replied, narrowing her eyes in suspicion.

"How was your day with Prince Kurt yesterday?" Katherine questioned, raising one pristine eyebrow.

Brittany scoffed. "It was fine, mother," she said with a hint of sarcasm. Brittany sat up, tilting her head as she wondered what was up. "Why?" she asked flatly.

"I'm not allowed to ask my deardaughter a question?" Katherine laughed, and Brittany scoffed again.

"Dear?" she said incredulously. "You haven't called me that in seven years, mother."

Katherine sighed. "Why did you arrive back to the castle separately last night?" she asked, abandoning all pretence.

Brittany lent back against the pillows, sighing. "What does it matter?"

Katherine looked thunderous as she replied, "What does it matter? Do you not care about the level of respectthat we hold in the Kingdom? Do you not careabout the imagewe have to uphold?" Katherine was practically screaming at this point.

"No, YourMajesty," Brittany put emphasis on her words, not bothering to mask her hatred. "I don'tcare. I don't want to marry Prince Kurt, and I don't want to be your daughter. I don't want to be the Princess, and I donotwantto live here!" At this she flung off her covers and leapt out of bed. She ran from the room to cries of "Come back here!" and "You will be punished!"

Brittany sprinted through the castle, towards the gate leading into town. As she ran, she passed a confused looking Blaine.

"Princess!" he called after her. "Where are you going!"

~:~

Santana trudged through her apartment. It was just past midday and she had closed the shop for the day, not feeling like talking to anyone. Santana was just about to settle into her favourite armchair when she heard a frantic knocking coming from downstairs.

Santana groaned and made her way over to the window, looking down into the streets to see who was making that awful racket. She gasped as she saw Brittany, looking desperate with tears running down her face. Santana rushed downstairs; desperate to hug the crying Princess. She threw open the front door, and Brittany flung herself into her arms. Santana looked around for anyone who might be watching - glaring at anyone she caught - and led Brittany inside.

Brittany took no notice of her surroundings, her attentions were focused purely on Santana as she was led through the shop and upstairs.

"What happened?" Santana asked, gently sitting Brittany down on the plush couch in her den.

Brittany sniffled before answering. "Th-the Queen was... She was being- well, she was being herself. And I just got sick of it, you know?" Santana nodded, and Brittany continued. "I ran. I think Blaine Anderson saw me, and I know some townspeople saw me here. I'm just so tiredof her. Can I just sleep here? I don't want any responsibilities or complications. I just was to sleep with you by my side. Is that so much to ask?"

"No," Santana replied. "It's not." She held out her arms, letting Brittany curl up against her. They lay back against the soft couch, and Santana watched as Brittany drifted off to sleep.

"I'll never let them get to you." she said. "I'll never let them hurt you again. And with that, she too drifted off to sleep.


Myahh, short chapter is short. I shall try my very hardest to make the next one longer and be out quicker! And I know, Brittany's a bit out of character, but I want her to be deep. She'll be a bit more clueless in the next one.

LATAZ.

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