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Things will be getting deeper now...


Cold fingers wrap around your wrist; and you scream loudly, partly to vent your all to obvious unwillingness to take part of this. Your skin burns as you tug harshly, anything to pull away from his touch.

A warm tongue runs up your neck, and you hiss out a curse word, biting down harshly on your bottom lip as he leans down, bringing his head towards yours as he chooses to whisper familiar words against your ear. You urge to pull away, to run away. but not now. Not with him.

The rawness of his aftershave burns your nostrils, his fingers pinch your waist, as he presses himself along the length of your body. The heaviness of him resting against you; and your ribs hurt from the pain. A reminder of previous nightmares.

Your lips burn as he forces a kiss from you. The dryness of his cracked lips makes you struggle from his hold. Your arms are tied. And your legs aren't much use right now. Not with him stopping your every move.

You hear him tugging his belt open; and then the low whistle of his zip being pulled down.

And then Santana wakes up. Panting harshly as another nightmare ruins her short sleep. Her chest falling and rising with each breath, as she blindly eyes the dark shadows of her room.

Releasing a choked gasp, Santana flicked the lamp on beside her bed; and sighs in almost relief as the bedroom is silently empty.

Reaching down, Santana pulled on her shorts and stood up to stretch her sore muscles; she then pulled a light blue vest over her bra. She then walked out of the bedroom, slowly. Not wanting to wake up Quinn or Puck; or even Beth.

Santana arrived at the dining area; she leaned against the wall besides the door leading to the garden. She looked out of the windows; through the small gaps of the blinds covering them.

Santana closed her eyes tightly, letting her neck roll to the side to ease the tension which was building up. Moisture appearing along her neck, and upper chest; releasing a shaky breath, Santana pressed her hand against the cold wall beside her.

"Why are you still haunting me?" Santana muttered to herself heavily

Breathing out softly, Santana then out a small chuckle; before rolling her eyes and turning round. "Fuck sake..."

Brittany pressed her lips together; scratching the back of her messy bed hair; "Sorry. I didn't wanna scare you."

"Well you did." Santana replied, cocking an eyebrow at Brittany who smirked in response

"Your hair looks terrible." Brittany said

Santana reached up to pat any bumps down; before walking to go back to her room.

"Can we talk?" Brittany asked, stopping Santana in her tracks; she turned to meet Brittany's concerned expression; "I'm not gonna have a go at you. I just... I would like to talk."

Santana reluctantly nodded.

"Great. Come sit." Brittany said, walking towards the table; she sat down and patted the top of the table top; "I just wanna talk about you.. A little."

Santana folded her arms across her chest; as she turned to look at Brittany; "What about me?"

"Just how you are?" Brittany settled on saying, seemingly not sure about this conversation anymore

"It's 4 in the morning... And you wanna know how I am." Santana repeated

"Well... It sounds a little silly now... but I just... You weren't in contact with Noah or anyone for a long time." Brittany said, rubbing her fingers along the smooth wood; "I just... I wanted to make sure you weren't feeling awkward."

"Why would I feel awkward?" Santana asked, glancing up from Brittany's fingers making shapes on the table top

"I just... We didn't really hit it off to a good start." Brittany said

Santana shrugged; "Look, you fucked Noah in high school. Hell everyone fucked Noah in high school. I'm not gonna tell Quinn. I just thought someone would have. I mean... You're living in their house, spending time with him..."

"I'm gay, Santana. I fucked Noah in high school... I fucked a lot of guys in high school, to hide... the fact that I'm a lesbian." Brittany replied; "I'm not interested in Noah... Okay?"

Santana shrugged; "Whatever you say."

"You don't believe me?" Brittany asked, in disbelief

Santana laughed harshly; "You're not really on my fucking radar right now. You can go fuck a goddamn tree for all I care."

Brittany rolled her eyes at Santana's words; "I should go back to bed... Goodnight, Santana."

"Night." Santana barely replied


Brittany arrived back home at around half 5, she had just finished at day at the dance studio where she teaches various dance lessons to all age ranges. She was about to go straight up to the bathroom to take a shower when she saw Santana jogging once again in the garden. Her slightly dirty, slightly well worn t-shirt was clinging to her torso; and her barely there shorts only elongated her legs.

A pattern of faded bruises, small scars, scratches dotted along her caramel coloured legs; Brittany sipped from her bottle of water as she continued to gawp at the available skin of Santana's body. Her mouth dropped in almost embarrassment when Santana's chocolate eyes met hers.

"Fuck." Brittany muttered; quickly turning away and taking a longer gulp of cold water.

"You're back." Santana said

Brittany nodded, placing the bottle down on the counter; "Yeah... Is Quinn or Noah?"

"No... Just me." Santana replied, with a small smile; before stepping forward closer to Brittany; she grinned a little wider before reaching towards her and picking up the water bottle.

Brittany watched as Santana tipped the rest of the water down her throat; the way her throat moved as she swallowed; Brittany licked her lips softly.

"Thanks..." Santana said, placing the empty bottle down; flicking her tongue against her top lip where a tiny droplet of water lingered; "I was thirsty."

"Me too." Brittany replied

Santana nodded; before shifting in her position; "I wanted to apologise about last night. I was kinda rude... It's just... I was barely awake; and you were... I don't know... I shouldn't have been that harsh."

"It's fine. I mean... I should have told Quinn before. I mean... She's my own sister." Brittany said sadly; leaning against the counter; she sighed deeply; "I know she'll be mad though."

"Then don't tell her. It's in the past. You're gay, so it won't happen again." Santana replied; "Keep it to the grave."

Brittany glanced up at Santana who shrugged her shoulders.

"Its worth a shot." Santana said; "You've kept it pretty cosy to yourself for four years."

"Yeah..." Brittany said, biting her bottom lip; "Anyway, have you looked for any jobs or..."

"Not really." Santana said

"Oh..." Brittany mumbled

Santana sat on the table; as she reached for an apple; taking a rather large bite; she turned to look at Brittany as she chewed lightly; "Are you using the shower?"

"Yeah..." Brittany muttered

"Oh... I'll go after you." Santana said

"No... I'll go use Quinn's. You should go ahead." Brittany replied

"Thanks..." Santana said, before walking out of the kitchen

Brittany shook her head lightly before choosing to get ready for a shower herself.


Quinn looked in shock as Brittany blurted out three words.

"Are you serious, Brittany? She's been here less than four days." Quinn replied

Brittany bit her bottom lip bashfully; "I can't help it, Quinn. She's like a moth and I'm a light bulb."

Quinn furrowed her eyebrows at Brittany's analogy before sighing; "Britt, she's not even gay. I mean... I don't want you to make a move and get... rejected."

Brittany nodded; "I think she likes me..."

Quinn shrugged; "She's... a little different... Maybe she's just getting used to us. If you really like her, talk to her first about if she likes girls before hitting on her."

Brittany licked her lips; before glancing down at her shoes; gently shuffling the tip against the stone covered floor; "I will... I promise."

Quinn sent a pointed glare at Brittany; "Britt, please don't try anything with her... I mean, its your decision... but this girl is... different. She's been absent from our lives for 4 years."

Brittany shrugged; "Quinn, I'm not gonna judge her. I don't know why she left or why she came back. It's nothing to do with me."

"Britt, its not like that. You can't possibly think you can trust her. She didn't even come home for her mother. And let's be honest. She died because of Santana. The stress she was going through..." Quinn replied

"Santana left home, Quinn. At 16, you're not really forced to stay home." Brittany said; "Santana was free to do whatever she wanted."

Quinn and Brittany turned to the kitchen door way where Santana was stood there.

"Oh, Santana." Quinn started to say before Santana turned round and left the room.

Brittany sent a look at Quinn before turning and lightly jogging towards Santana.

"Santana..." Brittany called; she stopped a little in front of Santana; "How much of that did you hear?"

"Just that I killed my mother." Santana quipped back; turning to look away from Brittany; "I never killed my mother. I left... I lost contact... That doesn't mean I caused her death."

Brittany nodded; "Santana, no one thinks you killed her. They just don't understand why you left..."

"It has nothing to do with anyone else. It's my life... and I can do whatever the hell I want." Santana snapped

"God... Chill. I'm not saying any different.. I just..." Brittany started to say

"You're trying to interfere in my life. Stop." Santana replied; "Stop acting like you're on my side..."

"I am on your side." Brittany murmured, brushing her hair behind her ear; "Look, Santana. This is your life... But this is Quinn's house; and she's entitled to wonder why the hell you're back..."

Santana scoffed; "You're such... You have no idea what I'm running from... You have no idea. So stop pushing."

Brittany glanced up at Santana's eyes; and nodded lightly; "You're right, I have no idea. I'm sorry."

Santana nodded silently; and walked off towards her bedroom, leaving Brittany wondering about Santana's words. Santana was running from someone or something.