On the Run

Rated: M for language and violence

Warnings: Contains mild violence and bad language.

Summary: Brittany S Pierce witnessed something that she really wished she hadn't by someone she thought she had loved and trusted. She's been on the run ever since.

Authors note: Well it's the afternoon, and my day off so I thought what the hell here's the next part for you all. People will be happy (maybe) to know that Santana will make an appearance soon.

Chapter 3

The rest of the week flew by for me. Cody was much better the next day when he woke up, back to his bubbly happy self, which was a huge relief. I even took him to the mommy and me class at the dance studio and danced to a little disco, which had him giggling so hard, he had to lie on the floor and hug his tummy.

I love to see him so happy.

Every giggle that came out of his mouth made me dance harder. Soon a few of the other moms were clapping along and their kids were rolling around with Cody having fun. When the song finished everyone gave me a round of applause and I took a mock bow before applauding all of the children and making them bow too. I caught Mike's expression in one of the mirrors that lined the studio, an I told you so look.

After that life went back to the regular program of work, spend time with my son, watch television with Quinn, and sleep. I did have one weird moment when some woman randomly asked me out but I said no, and I haven't seen her around again.

Saturday arrived before I really had time to process it.

And before I was even really completely aware of the fact Cody and I walked in to the First Step Dance Studio. Mike was already sat on the floor stretching, and he smiled at us as we walked in.

"Hi Brittany. Cody." He waved and jumped to his feet. He gave me a hug and then held out his fist for Cody to tap his too, it was what they did in greetings at the start of mommy and me class and it always made me smile.

"So what do you want me to do?" I asked taking off the hooded sweatshirt that I had worn over my white skinny tank and shorts to keep me warm on the walk to the studio. I settled Cody down on the floor with a few of his toys, some crayons and paper and watched for a few seconds as he started coloring right away.

Have I mentioned yet today how much I love my son?

Because I do.

So much.

"Well I want to put on a few different tunes and I just want you to dance. Any style you want. Show me what you've got." Mike said taking a seat on the wooden floor near the stereo. He leant back against the mirror and started scrolling through his mp3 player.

When the first song started up I smiled. I'd danced to this in the living room with Cody and Beth on several afternoons. I felt a little self-conscious knowing that I was being judged, but by the third song the nerves had floated away and I really had no awareness of anything except the music. I didn't even know when Mike had started mirroring my moves and effortlessly dancing with me until his hands touched my waist and I stumbled a step.

"Uh sorry." I said my face heating up in a blush.

It had been a long time since anyone touched me when I danced. At the beginning the touch had always been unwanted, then it was work, and finally it was only Santana that touched me. No one else ever tried after I was hers. Yeah I dance with my son and other children, but no other adults.

Ever.

It just felt weird and a little wrong for it not to be Santana. I was so used to her touch, and god her touch ruined me for anyone else. It made it impossible. It was Santana or nothing.

The first time Santana and I danced together was for my eighteenth birthday. It was only a few months after we had first met. She had thrown me this really amazing birthday party at a club in Reno. Small and exclusive. All black tie and tails. She'd even worn a tuxedo, and when I had seen her in it I almost hadn't let her leave our bedroom, let alone the house.

Fuck she looked so sexy that I just wanted to take her.

Hell, I wanted her to take me.

Instead she had just smiled that fucking cocky smile and pulled a black silk tie out of the pocket of her pants.

When my eyes were completely covered and she was convinced I couldn't see, she had slowly started to undress me. All of my clothes were slipped off piece by piece. The sensation of her hands and her warm breath skirting over my skin made me shiver in anticipation of what was to come. Although I'm pretty sure I pouted when I felt clothing start to be slipped on.

Panties first. They felt lacy, but soft as they brushed their way up my thighs.

A strapless bra that did up at the back was next and I groaned as Santana teased me with small delicate brushes of her fingertips to the swell of each breast.

"Santana." I gasped when I felt a kiss pressed in the valley between my breasts, and moaned in complaint when the touch moved away.

"Sorry I couldn't resist." I could hear the laughter in her voice and knew she was smiling at me.

"Ok I need you to sit." Santana directed, and helped me sit on the corner of the bed. Then she proceeded to drive me out of my fucking mind.

A garter belt was slid up each leg until they rested around each thigh, a kiss placed where each one lay, and then delicate silk stockings were rolled up each leg and attached by clips to the garter to hold them up.

"So fucking sexy." Santana groaned and I was shocked by the kiss she pulled me into. About ten second in I was sure she was going to push me back on the bed and start taking the underwear off again, and I would have been so beyond ok with that, but instead she ended the kiss and stood up. I could hear her move away and the sound of something being unzipped. Then the soft swishing of material and footsteps coming back towards me.

I felt the silkiness of a material swirling around my ankles, before Santana asked me to stand up. Then that same silky feel was pulled up my legs, smoothed with a teasing hand over my hips, and up to just above the swell of my breasts. The top felt tight when it was zipped up, but not unpleasantly so, and when I stepped into some heels that Santana slid onto my feet I could tell there was a slit up the side of the dress that would allow for movement.

I was still wearing the blindfold when Santana took my hand and started leading me out of the bedroom. I hesitated, not sure I could make my way through our house without being able to see. But Santana pressed herself to my side and whispered, "Trust me." Into my ear, and I knew that she wouldn't let me fall.

I didn't actually get to lose the blindfold until we were out of the limousine and just about to enter the club. Then Santana gently untied the black silk tie and slipped it back into her back pockets with a smirk. "It might come in useful later tonight."

I nudged her with my shoulder. I can't believe she made me blush like that just before I had to go into a room and see lots of people I didn't really know. I looked down at the pale blue of my dress, and was distracted by all the shiny beads glittering back at me. It was beautiful. Then I noticed that she'd changed her tie to perfectly match the color of my dress. I reached out and ran my finger from her forehead, down the side of her face, until it traced the collar of her shirt, smiling when I saw her gulp at the move.

Boldly I took a step towards her until my front was pressed against her front, leaning in I placed a kiss on her lips sighing happily when her arms immediately pressed me even closer. My mouth eagerly opened at the press of her tongue against my lips, and we would have been maybe tempted to go further but a cough caused us to break apart.

The frown on Santana's face between her eyebrows made me smile until it was wiped away quickly when I realized the cough had come from her father, "Sorry Papa." She apologized before sliding her hand around my waist and pulling me close. "Ok beautiful, lets go and show you off."

The rest of the night we had talked to almost everyone in the room, Santana made sure to stay pressed against me all night long. My favorite moments were always when she whisked me out onto the dance floor and we got to hold each other close, grind slowly against each other, and I got to listen to her tell me how much she was looking forward to peeling each item of clothing off me.

It was just all about the two of us.

Yes her father was still watching us and I saw him occasionally frown our way.

Yes Santana's bodyguards were present and even when we snuck away to the bathroom later for a quickie I was aware we were not alone.

But out on the dance floor, with her hands against me, and the music pumping through us it felt so good, so amazing, that I could forget about the rest, because really it was only ever about her right then. About how our bodies moved together, and reacted subtly to the moves of the other, how close we fit, and instinctually just knew what the other was going to do before they did it.

Dancing for us was like making love.

Effortless.

Easy.

And more natural than breathing.

Mike tilted my chin up with one of his fingers so that we could look in each other's eyes. I was only a bit shorter than him. "You're amazing." He said softly, his voice low and with an oddly breathy quality.

I think he moved a fraction towards me, and for a second I thought he might kiss me, I was all ready to move away from him, get Cody and never come back. But instead he brushed a strand of hair away from my face and smiled at me. "Yeah amazing." He repeated as I fought the urge to blush more. "You need to come and work for us. The kids are just going to love you." He said stepping back away from me and giving me my space.

I couldn't get a read on him. Was this flirting, was the just what it was like to have a friend, or was I just reading everything wrong and this was how everyone interacts with each other normally?

"This might be out of line but do you like me?" I asked, deciding to take the direct approach. I was definitely blushing now and could no longer look Mike in the eye.

I heard Mike cough and give a little splutter. "Uh…uh um Brittany this isn't like that. I think you're awesome but."

"That's great." I cut him off as soon as I heard the but. Finally I looked up and smiled at him again. "So tell me about this job."

We talked for the next thirty minutes or so about what the job actually involved. Pay. Hours. All of that kind of thing. It sounded pretty much perfect. I could give my job up at The Bean completely, work less hours, and get paid a little more to do it. Plus it would be doing something I actually loved. When I left home at sixteen to dance I danced how I had to, now I actually had an opportunity to dance how I wanted too.

It looked like I would be able to start next month after I gave my notice. That would be perfect timing as well because the new semester for classes would start around then too. Mike did suggest coming to sit in on some of the classes beforehand if I had time, and I said it was something I would really try to take him up on.

When we left I picked Cody up and swung him around in a circle, and because he had been so good we stopped at the store quickly and then went to our favorite place. The park. It was a beautiful day and we ate a small snack on one of the benches, and fed breadcrumbs to the ducks in the pond. I chased Cody around barefoot in the grass and we played and had just one of those perfect afternoons. The kind when everything feels too good to be true.

That should have been my first clue.

Life hasn't been that kind to me so I just should have known.

I should have seen it coming, but I didn't.

No, I walked right home into it.

Literally.

"Quinn?" I called out, the door to the apartment wasn't shut properly and it made the hairs on the back of my neck stand up. I'd have paid more attention to that feeling if I hadn't been on cloud nine still over the job, and complacent because nothing had happened for months. Its why it was such a shock when I walked into the kitchen to find Quinn bound and gagged to one of the kitchen chairs, and someone holding a gun to her head.

Fuck.

Rachel 'the mouth' Berry was smiling and holding a fucking gun to the back of my roommates' head, and all she did when she saw me was smile wider.

"Thank you so much for coming home Brittany. That's much easier than me having to try and find you in this piece of crap town." Rachel said beaming a huge smile my way while never lowering the gun.

I clutched Cody tighter to me praying that he wouldn't wake up or make any sudden movements.

"And who do we have here? I'm guessing this is the other person from the photograph?" Rachel carried on talking, this time moving the gun so she could use it to gesture in my direction.

Photograph?

What?

Then it hit me.

Quinn must have put the picture of Cody and I up somewhere that she had taken this week. She'd lied to me. Fuck. And now I was in so much trouble, although Quinn looked to be in quite a bit of trouble too. Not that it made any of this any better. I said fuck already right?

I could feel my knees buckle as my life started to crumble down around me, and knew I had to sit down. I pulled out the chair opposite where Quinn was staring at me with tears running down her face, and sat. I wanted to thump my head down on the tabletop. No, skip that I wanted this to be some horrible dream that I would wake up from, but I knew it wasn't.

"Please Rachel, can you just let me go?" I said quietly I could feel tears building at the corners of my eyes and got angry with myself for crying.

"Now why would I do that?" Rachel smiled and sat down next to Quinn. She leant her head on Quinn's shoulder, and I saw Quinn flinch away from her.

Cody stirred in my arms and I placed a soft kiss to his head and started to gently stroke circles on his back.

Please stay asleep baby.

Please.

"They'll kill me." I said quietly, my voice was trembling now as I tried to plead with Rachel to let me run again, even though I know it's useless.

"If they wanted you dead they'd have sent Porcelain after you." Rachel said matter of factly. Kurt Hummel AKA Porcelain was the Lopez's go to hitman. It was true if they sent Rachel it was for a reason. Of course it would be good to know which one of them had sent her, Santana or Raul, and what they wanted.

I heard the slam of the apartment door as it collided with the wall, and the muffled sound of voices.

Fuck me.

I guess I'm about to find out.