A/n: So here's another chapter to this fic. It's short but it's something. I'm still trying to figure out where I want to go with this but it's not my main focus so I can't promise you when it will be updated. Although I have started writing the next chapter. I hope you guy's enjoy it.

It had been Brittany's turn to pick which movie to watch after their family dinner, so she put on The Hunger Games. The blonde wasn't too fond of what the movie was about, killing innocent kids didn't seem like much of a family movie, but she knew how much Santana wanted to see it. Her girlfriend had been going on nonstop about how happy she was that they were finally turning one of her favorite books into a movie. Brittany being Brittany, couldn't help but want to make Santana's night so bought a bootleg copy on dvd so they could watch in at home.

The beginning of the movie wasn't very exciting to Brittany so her attention was drawn back to the porch door. They had been watching the movie for quiet sometime and Santana hadn't come back in to house yet. She knew Santana would sneak off to the deck claiming she needed to use the restroom after dinner but it had never taken her this long to return. Wondering what was keeping Santana Brittany got up off the couch and walked back through the kitchen.

"I'm going to see what's keeping Santana." Brittany threw over her shoulder to her parents, who looked really engrossed in the movie.

Thinking Santana might have actually used the bathroom after her smoke, the dancer made her way to the half bath that was off to the side by the dining room. Not finding her girlfriend there, she moved back towards the deck. Brittany didn't want to go outside and see Santana smoking because she knew it would start a fight. Well not a fight per say, she and Santana tried not to yell at one another but the brunette knew how her partner felt about her smoking.

Seeing the porch light was still on but unable to see Santana standing anywhere on the deck Brittany stepped outside.

"San what are you still-" Brittany began but stopped when she didn't see Santana anywhere in the backyard.

"Santana?" The blonde called thinking she might have went somewhere to dispose of her cigarette bud, but she got no response.

Brittany was extremely confused and began to worry where her girlfriend could have run off to. It didn't make any sense for Santana to not be on the porch like she usually was.

"Where could see be?" Brittany asked aloud not expecting the response she got.

Lord Tubbington ran up the deck steps and hissed at her. Hissed! Brittany would have been really taken aback had she not known her feline friend and Santana didn't get along very well. She brushed it off as him thinking it was Santana and began to walk around to the side of the house. She expected Santana would have moved away from "demon kitty" as she liked to call him to smoke in peace, but when she found no one she really began to worry.

Brittany quickly turned around to rush back in the house when she slipped on something by the bottom step. It was the Mockingjay necklace she had bought Santana from hot topic, and it was covered in blood. The blood curtailing scream Brittany let out at the sight her girlfriend's necklace soaked in the crimson red liquid caused her parents to rush outside to see what was going on. By the time they found just where there daughter had run off too she was a crying shaking mess.

"Brittany honey what's wrong? Are you okay, what's going on?" Mr. Pierce asked running towards his daughter.

The blonde couldn't speak, still overcome with fear and worry. She simply opened the palm of her hand that held Santana blood stained necklace.