AN: Thanks for the motivation and good wishes for my friend, she appreciates it :) I'm stoked that everyone is enjoying the story, it means a lot. And I know the question everyone is asking, "is Brittany going to ever break free?". And the answer is yes she is, there's just a few things that needs to happen first. But on the bright side next chapter will be in Santana's point of view. We finally get to see what's going on in that pretty little head of hers. Song of the chapter is 'Lean Into The Fall' by Mona.

Disclaimer: This is an AU story. I sadly don't own Glee or their characters, but I do own 'this' world I created. This is Rated M for language, impending violence, and a lot of lady sexy times, but there is an epic Plot! So Enjoy! ;)

Ch. 4 Lean Into The Fall

:Flash Back:

"Who do you belong to again ?".

"Yo-you...", I rasped completely and utterly exhausted.

Santana grinned smugly, as she removed her fingers and kissed me heatedly.

"Mine", she spoke in a tone I couldn't decipher.

'Yours', I thought.

:Flash Back End:

Brittany:

When I wake up again, I'm cold. My body is a bit stiff but I slowly pull myself into sitting position. For the first time since being here, Santana is not wrapped around me, in fact she is no where to be found. My blue eyes rove around the room, scanning the place for the short latina but I cannot locate her anywhere. To my left I see a cup and I reach for it. I sniff it suspiciously, trying to decide if I should drink the liquid or not.

'If she wanted me dead I doubt she'd do it by poisoning', I reassured myself and just bit the bullet by gulping the drink all down.

The same tangy taste fills my taste buds from when she forced me to drink her 'remedy', and I wait for the effects to kick in for a few moments. Once I don't feel so sluggish, I drag myself to my feet, taking the blankets with me since my clothes are nowhere in sight. I'm a bit shaky on my legs at first; having been on bed rest since I arrived.

"Heh bed rest... more like sex rest", I mutter as I wobble for a second chuckling to myself at my little inside joke.

'I must be going insane... but I guess I can panic over my sudden loss in sanity later. Now is the time to attempt an escape', I decide as I stumble over to the only door in the room with the blanket wrapped tightly around me.'Heh I feel like a bad ass super ultra mega spy', I smirk.

I reach the door and turn the knob cautiously. When the door swings open I cower behind it immediately. My eyes are clenched shut for a few seconds, then I crack one open after noticing nothing has jumped out to eat me. I clear my throat and compose myself as if I didn't just hide behind the door like a five year old.

'So much for me being a super bad ass ultra mega spy... I'm just a big scaredy-cat', I groan inwardly.

I suspiciously look around before stepping a foot out, then my other foot joins the first and I'm out the door. I hold the blanket to my chest as I walk down the long hallway filled with doors. The hallway has lavish red velvet carpet. The walls are marble, and are scattered with various types of paintings from every year. The first door I open is a music studio, I poke my head in and look around in awe. Theres all types of instruments in the room, and towards the far back is an old dance station with broken ballet balance beams. The studio is wonderful but the one thing in the room that strikes me the most, is the ebony piano that sits in the center.

'Supernaturals play music... that's just so weird', I grin to myself at my sardonic thoughts then walk on to the next door.

When I poke my head in the second door, there's an indoor pool. I raise my eyebrow inquisitively.

'Won't she like melt if she goes in the water', I think amused by myself but I frown at my cynicism if that is a word. 'I think I am truly going insane'.

The third door I come across is a bathroom. There's clothes set to the side on the toilet and my eyebrows raise in question.

"So that snake is here somewhere", I murmur to myself as I look around suspiciously.

After deeming the bathroom Santana-free I remove the blanket from around me and head into the granite marble stone stand-up shower. The shower is big, and I estimate that it could hold a party of six buff guys and they'd still have room to do jumping jacks without touching one another.

I turn on the water and stand under the spray of water. I moan when the warm water hits my skin. I take the rag on the rack to my left, and notice there's irish springs body wash.

"So she bathes... I guess she cant be all that wicked because then she'd melt. All evil people melt from water, its like movie law", I mumble as I stare at the body wash incredulously.

I shake my head and grab the body wash and squirt some of it onto the wash-cloth and begin cleaning myself.

The heat of the water fogs up the glass and I write 'It's Brittany bitch!'as I rinse myself off. After a few more moments of just enjoying the feeling of being clean, I realize that I'm starving so I turn off the water and put the irish springs back. Water leaks into my eyes from my wet hair so I close it and I reach for my towel on the rack. I grab hold of something soft and feathery, and hear a hiss. My eyes suddenly fly open and I catch a glimpse of dark brown eyes bleeding into a gleaming hazel tint.

"God Britt do you usually go around yanking peoples wings", Santana grouched annoyed.

I'm to shocked to say anything. She literally came out of nowhere, I didn't even hear her come in, so my mouth just opens and closes as I try to come up with some retort. Santana rolls her eyes, removes my hand from her black wings, and pushes me back into the shower with her.

"Wait what are you doing ?", I hear myself finally squeak. I hate sounding so pathetic so I try to straighten up. I am taller then her.

She glowers at my height, and I shrink back.

"What does it look like ? I'm taking a shower. And don't give me that look. I don't melt in water... sheesh... humans and your odd sense of imagination", she rolls her eyes and turns the water back on.

I can't help but feel as if I was just insulted, so I glare daggers at her flawless back. I blink and zero my gaze onto her tan 'smooth'back that no longer has two things that were there just seconds ago. I furrow my brows in confusion.

'Wait a second... what the hell is going on...', I think.

Never one to keep my curiosity in check, I find myself blabbing out,

"Where are your wings...?".

I unconsciously run my hands against the top of her back. It's just so fascinating how her wings could just disappear, like magic.

'Maybe she's half leprechaun', I guess.

She turns her head a bit, and gives me incredulous look. Her eyebrows are raised as she answers me.

"They dissolve into my back, when I need them to. You know it would be pretty hard to explain why I have wings every time I go in public. Especially when I'm searching", she says in a mystified tone.

I nod my head to indicate I've heard her, absorbing the information shes told me as my hands still run along her skin. I'm dutifully fascinated by the facts I just learned for some odd reason, so I'll just blame it on stockholm syndrome if ever asked in court because I was by all means intrigued to know more.

Santana turns around and grabs my wrist and waist. She pulls me flush against her body, my free hand is still caressing the base of her back mesmerisized.

"You're touching me", she says lowly in wonder.

The water is falling over us and she's staring at me intently, her eyes expressing more then her face. Finally realizing our new position and what I was doing I decide to distract her from my slip up.

"What do you search for ?", I ask.

She looks thrown from my subject change but doesn't comment. Then she puts her hand to her chin as if she's weighing her options before she looks at me and answers.

"I look for rocks".

"Rocks?", I repeat.

She nods her head in confirmation and I cant help but raise my eyebrow in disbelief. She ignores my skepticism and continues to speak.

"Some are smooth and easy to break and some are hard and rigid and take time to get to the core. I like the harder ones because they last longer... but it doesn't matter now", she explained.

'A music playing, geologist succubus... weird', I thought but I noticed Santana looked very thoughtful.

She looked so put off after she answered my question so I asked another. I wanted to figure her out.

"Why doesn't it matter?", I inquire and she looks away for a second.

She begins talking as if I'm not there and she's just speaking her thoughts aloud. I let her, and just stand quietly as she speaks.

"I found a new one. At first, the rock looked so small and pure. It gleamed so bright in the sun and I couldn't help but be attracted by the innocence of it. I thought I could crush it with my bare hands but it was more complex than that. It had varieties of textures that I couldn't break through. It was flawless yet jaded", she answers me with a furrow of her brow as if she was confused herself.

I thought for a second before answering.

"I think you found a diamond and not a rock", I stated bluntly.

Santana turned to me in question, and I just nodded my head to confirm what I said.

"Hmm... a diamond you say", she hummed as if she was considering my statement and I just nodded my head again.

"Yea diamonds are small and majestic but aren't easily broken. They hold a special light to them that makes them valuable and cherished. Everyone loves diamonds, they're beautiful and I'm pretty sure that's why people buy them", I shrug and Santana just looks at me thoughtfully.

"Putting it that way, I think then that I have something greater of value then I first figured...", she states softly as she leans in and kisses me softly.

I'm a bit confused as to how talking about rocks can get her engines revving, but just shrug it off. I close my eyes and steel myself for her passion that will overwhelm me, but it never comes. I open my eyes and see Santana staring at me. Her eyes are glowing again, with what looks like hunger but its not so intense like it usually is. She leans forward into the crook of my neck and inhales my scent and groans.

"I'm going to take you now", she whispers into my ear as if asking for consent, then she kisses me again.

This kiss is more feverish but not as overwhelming from what I've been subjected too. I find myself responding more to the softness then I should. Santana breaks the kiss, and kisses down my collarbone. She goes further down and takes my nipple into her mouth. I moan softly, and my legs start to wobble. I'm not used to her being so... nice and its turning me on. She pushes me back against the stone wall, and I try to keep myself up on the slippery surface. She slowly kneels and kisses my stomach before lifting my legs to wrap around her shoulders. She kisses my inner thighs which causes me to jolt my hips into her face.

I make the mistake of looking down and nearly cream all over myself. Santana is between my thighs with the sexiest look on her face, beaming up at me and I know I'm done for.

'That's not fair! She can't just be so perfect... my ovaries can not deal with this type of estrogen levels. It is official, You. Are. A. Life. Ruiner. Santana', I thought.

She grins at me as if she's heard my thoughts, and before I could yell at her for creeping into my mind without permission, her tongue makes friends with my core.

I moan loudly and shut my eyes as she begins viciously thrusting her tongue into me. Her nose bumps into my clit every time and I can't help but grind my hips into her eager mouth. How a person can fuck you so hard with a muscle so soft as a tongue I'll never know, but she sure was pushing me towards my orgasm fast. Embarrassingly fast.

The way she kept circling her mouth around my clit I knew I wasn't going to last long. My hips bucked on their own accord, and the only thing holding me up was Santana. As my moans got more and more frequent Santana latched her mouth onto my clit; sucking hard and I felt my cum rush out of me. Stars burst across my vision and my back arched like a bow. When the little tremors subsided, I heard how enthusiastically Santana was sucking up all my juices and I blushed crimson. I tried to push her head away but she resists my hands that are nudging her away and continues to my embarrassment.

Eventually, she stops when a pitiful noise escapes me. And its not because I'm sad or anything, I'm just a tad bit sensitive.

She looks up at me with a smug smile; which I want to slap off because it's not my fault I couldn't last long, but I don't. I'm tired.

'Stupid life ruiner...'.

Licking her lips she let's my legs slide to the floor. I flinch at the feeling of cold tile; after being wrapped around her warm skin. The water is no longer warm but frigid. I shiver involuntarily.

"Let's get out of here before you get hypothermia", Santana suggests.

After getting dried and dressed, Santana and I are walking side by side in the hallway. She had made a phone call earlier and disappeared for awhile into a room and when she returned, all traces of the soft side of Santana I encountered in the shower had disappeared. She was back to her predatorial ways.

'Mood swings much', I thought to myself knowing she could hear me if she wanted.

She keeps walking straight, dismissing my words till we stop at a door I didn't get to while exploring.

"I'm assuming your hungry", Santana's voice softens slightly.

"Yeah I guess", I say cautiously since Santana's moods vary.

I was a bit put off by her rapid change in demeanor. I was really about to develop a complex.

"Well I spent all morning trying to figure out what humans ate since I am not an expert", she said off handedly.

Still kind of annoyed with her whirlwind of emotions I kind of snapped irritiably.

"What you don't eat now".

Santana glanced at me with a raised brow and crossed her arms and snapped right back.

"Well obviously I do, I remember having quite the lunch like fifteen minutes ago in the shower, it was incredibly messy. I'm pretty sure you can't live off what I eat but you can always give it a try".

She shot me a lecherous smile, her eyes seeping from dark brown to a gleaming hazel. I blushed crimson at the implication and looked down at my feet as she chuckled.

"That's what I thought so... as I was saying, I did some research and made this", she trailed off as she opened the door to a dining room area with a kitchen.

In the center was a big table. Santana motioned me inside and I saw three steaks and mash potatoes she prepared.

"Um thanks", I stumbled not knowing if I could eat everything.

Santana walks me over to a chair and sits me down. She pushes my chair in, puts a napkin on my lap and picks up my fork and knife for me.

"Uh... You don't have to-", my voice dies when I see the heated look directed towards me, so I just open my mouth for her to put some food in.

I chew the actually pretty amazing food and think.

'Here goes Day four'.