"Well," Santana whispered, "we'd better head home." The skies outside were beginning to gray, and the street lights had already begun turning on. There were several lights scattered across campus, but Santana liked playing it safe, especially with Brittany around. Brittany stirred, dismissively waving at the air, "five more minutes". Santana smiled and stood up, sweeping Brittany into her arms bridal style, both backpacks still shouldered. She began gently tip-toeing down the path, trying to give Brittany as gentle a ride as possible.
When they reached Santana's car, she clicked the button on her keys, the locks in the car making the familiar popping noise. Santana bent her knees, opening the passenger door with the hand that was still wrapped firmly around Brittany's knees. She carefully lowered the sleeping dancer into the car, quietly buckling the seat belt around Brittany's waist. Santana gazed at her, smiling at how peaceful she looked when she slept. She gently closed the door and made her way around the car to the driver's door. She popped it open, closing it behind her once she had positioned herself in her seat. She clicked the seatbelt across her waist as well, and pushed the key into the ignition.
BRITTANY'S P.O.V
She awoke in her own bedroom. Her comforter had been wrapped snuggly around her sides, making her body sweat from the heat. She threw her blanket off and sat up in bed. She rubbed groggily at her eyes before unzipping her hoody, and discarding it on the floor. Lord Tubbington lazily dragged his way across the floor, finally settling down on Brittany's hoodie. She glanced briefly at him, before swiping her phone off her night stand. No text messages. That's unusual; Santana typically texted her whenever she left Brittany without telling her. This struck Brittany as odd. She made her way to her closet, casually throwing some running shoes on. She wanted to see Santana, and she wanted to wake up from her prolonged nap. She pulled her phone out of her pocket, glancing at the time. 2:33 a.m. Wow, I slept all evening thought Brittany. But, it's not that late. Santana will definitely still be up. Santana was definitely a night owl; she stayed up into the early hours of the morning almost religiously. Brittany tip-toed down her front stairs and slipped quietly out, the door clicking shut behind her.
SANTANA'S P.O.V
Hmm thought Santana. I hope Brittany is sleeping well. Even though everyone thought Santana was a heartless bitch (and, mind you she was, to most people), she seemed to have a soft spot for Brittany. It had always been this way; ever since they met when they were little. Brittany had always been her best friend, and there was never a day they hadn't been together. Santana could share everything with her, and never fear being judged. Their relationship had sort of just…happened. After being so close for so long, it just felt natural. Santana finally understood what it felt like to be in love. All of her other flings had meant nothing. She never understood what love felt like until she knew and understood her feelings for Brit. Ahhh, Brit sighed Santana. She glanced at her phone; zero messages. Well, I guess Brittany is still asleep thought Santana. She started browsing the internet, boredom washing over her.
BRITTANY'S P.O.V
Her heavy breathing echoed across the silent neighborhood. She had been running for a good mile and a half now. She was in athletic shape, but something about the cold night air always slowed her down. It nipped at her exposed skin, causing her teeth to chatter loudly. She distracted herself by listening to the pounding of her running shoes against the loose gravel. She could hear the sound of cars driving in the distance. Though she began to feel tired, Brittany also realized that she was only about three blocks from Santana's house, so she continued. The low hum of an engine behind her made her trot quickly to the side of the road in case the car didn't see her. Except the car sounded like it was slowing down. Brittany stopped her running and bent over, pretending to tie her shoe. She nonchalantly cocked her head to the side, glancing over her shoulder. A van was idling less than fifteen feet from where she was kneeling. She stood, horrific images running double-time through her mind. She felt the hairs on the back of her neck stand, and her heart began racing. Santana's house is only two blocks from here thought Brittany, slightly panicked. Maybe I should call San…no, I can make it if I run for it thought Brittany, trying not to scare herself. She concentrated for a single moment before launching herself full-sprint towards Santana's street. She heard the van's engine roar to life, catching up to her faster than she could outrun it. She was almost there…just one more street…
SANTANA'S P.O.V
Crap thought Santana. She had just lost her thirty-second round of Pac-Man. I suck at this game she thought grudgingly. The loud buzzing of the doorbell caused Santana to jump. Who could that be? thought Santana. She stood from her computer, beginning to head out her bedroom door. She quickly grabbed the golf club that sat by her door before proceeding. She had been down this path before; drug crazed patients of her father's stopping by in the late hours of the night. Protecting herself was never a bad option. She snaked quietly down the front stairs, glancing through the peephole. Oh giggled Santana. It's Brittany. She set the golf club aside and opened the door.
"Hey sleepyhead!" chirped Santana. "Did you sleep well…" she began.
"Santana.." gasped Brittany.
"Wow Brit! Did you run all the way here? No wonder you are in such good shape!" joked Santana. "Are you okay? Got a cramp or something?"
There was something odd about Brittany's composure. She looked a little more pale than usual, and she was sweating profusely. Her chattering teeth and shaking body didn't go unobserved. Brittany smiled gently at Santana, before holding out her arms, as if asking for a hug. Santana smiled and stepped forward, hugging Brittany around the waist. That's when it began. Brittany cried out, and collapsed onto Santana. Santana crumpled under the weight, catching Brittany in her lap.
"Brittany? BRITTANY!" cried Santana. "What's wrong?"