Enjoy.
The rough hands gripped your shoulders, forcing you to stay still in your chair. You squirm underneath the grip, until his arm pressed against your neck, effectively stopping you from struggling.
"Tryin' to leave, Ana?" James asked, in a rather soft tone; sitting down opposite Santana; a satisfied smirk appearing.
You can felt the pain of the bruise appearing on your head where Sebastian knocked you out. You ran out in the forest surrounding the house. You were so sure that you would be able to hide in there, and then leave the area for good.
"You know you're not allowed to leave yet... Not on your own, anyway." James said, crossing his legs at the ankle; "Where were you going to go, Ana?"
You quickly turn away from James, choosing to look out of the window on your right side.
James breathed in sharply before reaching forward to grip your chin; "Going home?"
"Fuck you." You reply in a clipped tone
James laughs loudly, gripping your chin harder before releasing as he leans back in his seat. Letting his hand fall to his lap; his fingers trace his jeans zip; "I should teach you a lesson about leavin' without permission."
You begin to struggle in your seat, as he stands up.
Suddenly his jeans fall to his ankle.
The clink of his metal belt landing to the stone covered floor.
Then you wake up.
Heavy breathing, almost panting harshly for air in the tight room. The bedroom feels like its somehow getting smaller and closer. But you look around in the barely lit room, and its the same as it is every night.
Shifting between the cotton sheets which are sticking to your moist skin, from the nightmare you assume, since the room, itself is fairly breezy.
"You okay?" Brittany's warm voice soothes your building anxiety
"Yeah..." Santana replied, running her fingers through her hair; she released a deep sigh; "I think I'm gonna shower. I feel all..."
Brittany cuts you off easily before kissing the base of your neck; before wrapping an arm around your waist. "Santana, these nightmares are... They're not getting any better."
Santana nodded; rubbing her temple; "I'm trying... Britt, It's... just hard."
"I know, baby." Brittany whispered, moving closer to Santana, so her arms immediately pulled her into a tight hug; her lips pressing against her forehead; "I know."
Santana turned so she was facing Brittany; letting her fingers run and down her neck; "Go back to sleep... I'll be back soon."
"I'll come with you." Brittany replied
"No, it's fine. You should sleep, you have work tomorrow." Santana said, brushing her lips against Brittany's cheek; "Go to sleep, baby."
Brittany nodded; "Come back... Okay?"
"I will." Santana replied softly, slipping from the tangled sheets; and padding softly towards the bedroom door.
Brittany switched off her ipod before turning round and wiping down her arms and face; she had just finished a two session of introductory hip-hop lesson.
"Hey..." Brittany said softly, dropping her towel to her open bag; "Is something wrong?"
"No... I just finished work. Quinn asked me to pick you up." Noah replied, rubbing the back of his neck; "Britt, I need to talk to you about Santana though."
"What... What about her?" Brittany asked
"You... And her. Together. Quinn told me." Noah said
"It's... It's a litle more complicated than that, Noah." Brittany replied
"She's my cousin, Britt. She's the only real family I have left... And you're fucking it up." Noah said
Brittany shook her head; "I'm not fucking anything up. I like her, Noah. I really do... And that has nothing to do with you."
"She'll leave... And I'll lose her again." Noah replied
"She's not gonna leave again." Brittany said firmly
Noah sighed deeply; "She's messed up, Britt."
"You think I don't know that... She's been crying to me. She wakes up... from having nightmares." Brittany said; "I know more than you do, Noah. You practically ignore her. You didn't speak about her since she fucking left... Now she's back; and I'm kinda dating her... You're gonna try and warn me like some big protective cousin."
Brittany picked up her bag; shuffling it up along her shoulder; "You don't have a clue what she's been through. I'm not gonna hurt her. I really care about Santana. I think I could love her... But I'm not sure; if I'm being too disney."
Noah went to speak but Brittany waved him off.
"I promised Quinn I'd pick up some snacks. I'll just see you at home." Brittany said softly.
Santana buttoned up her red and black checked shirt; smiling softly as Brittany placed a soft kiss on her neck. Their eyes playfully meeting in the dance studio's mirror.
"I'm glad you came to see me." Brittany said, letting her hand find Santana's
"Well, I wanted to see your work." Santana said
Brittany hummed, letting her face bury against Santana's neck; as she wrapped her arms around her waist.
"The studio's nice." Santana said, letting her nails scratch against the back of Brittany's neck; "Shall we leave?"
Brittany pulled back to glance down at Santana's face, before nodding slowly.
Santana leaned up and placed a soft kiss to the tip of Brittany's nose.
"Come on." Santana murmured
Brittany smiled; and took Santana's hand; "Your cousin was here before."
"Noah? Why?" Santana asked, waiting for Brittany to lock up the front door.
"Warning me about us." Brittany said; "Telling me not to mess you around."
Santana scoffed; "I hate when people do that."
"I know." Brittany replied, squeezing Santana's hand; "I'm not gonna mess you around... Just incase you thought I might."
Santana smiled; "I know, baby. I don't wanna hurt you."
Brittany nodded softly; she then slipped her fingers through Santana's before remaining silent as they walked down the block towards a small town bakery. After buying some cupcakes, they began walking back towards Brittany's car; Santana squeezed Brittany's hand; gaining her attention.
"I... I found Tina." Santana said
"What?" Brittan asked, her tone slightly surprised
"Tina... I found her. She's in Cali." Santana replied
"Oh... Wow." Brittany said; slipping into the driving seat; "Are you going to see her?"
"I want to." Santana said
Brittany released a shaky breath; "Why? You... You want to meet her? Santana, is she still involved in them?"
"I don't know... I left, Britt. I left... And I don't know about her... but if she needs help. I have to help her." Santana replied
"You don't have to do anything. Santana, she could have left with you. She stayed because she wanted to." Brittany said
Santana huffed; "You have no fucking idea, Britt. You really don't."
Brittany rolled her eyes; "No, I don't. You hardly talk to me."
"It's hard for me." Santana replied softly
"I know..." Brittany muttered before starting the engine; and began driving home.
Santana rested her head against the window; "I wanna see her, Britt. I need to see her. I haven't seen her in weeks. She's in Cali so she got away."
Brittany clenched her jaw; "Santana, this is crazy. You need to close that chapter for good... All this is doing is making you focus on those memories again."
"This isn't a discussion, Britt. I'm going to see Tina... With or without your permission." Santana said firmly
"I guess there's nothing else left to say." Brittany said softly
Santana nodded lightly; letting her head tilt to glare out of the window.
