A/N: To those who are still into this story, I apologize for the incredibly long time it took me to write this, and also for how short the chapter is. Truth is, I had such writers block at the beginning of this chapter along with the astonishing lack of drive I had to write this. All I knew was that one day (three days ago) I realized I probably should write another chapter.
Another reason why I wrote this was to say that I actually started writing a supernatural Brittana fanfic in hopes that my drive will come back for this story and the new one.
No promises, just that I tried really hard to write this one, and it's probably really crappy and my eyes hurt from looking at the computer so much. I hope the drive will come back and the story will be back on course.
I also hope that if/when I post the new story, you all will be interested in it.
Sorry for the long A/N, this is for the song title : /watch?v=pgLsJ2TDp94
"Wait," Brittany said quickly. "Wait, what's going on?"
Santana figured that since Brittany wasn't used to it, she wasn't able to notice the slight senses of the zombies that Santana could pick up within a small radius.
"Zombies have acute hearing. For some reason, their mutations caused them to gain that, probably because their only cognitive thinking is to eat and they need to hunt better," Santana tried to explain the best that she could while attempting to climb back down the Hummer and hold onto her stuff.
"Hold on," Brittany reached out to grab onto Santana's arm before the brunette jumped onto the ground. "You're telling me that a lot of them heard my gunshot?"
"It was a pretty loud shot, Britt. And it's all my fault. I forgot to put on the silencer." Santana shook her head and gripped tighter onto her stuff. "Now come on, we have to get out of here."
The blonde still didn't let go. "Can't we just shoot them?"
The anxiety of the situation along with the fact that Santana never dreamed of this happening caused the Latina to choke out a laugh. "What, with only one good shooter, a complete beginner to any weaponry known to man, and at least a 30 minute drive to anyone who could possibly help us when supplies get low? Because they will with that crowd over there."
Brittany looked to where Santana was suggesting and saw exactly what the brunette meant. Not far away from the two, exactly where Santana heard the moans, was an entire horde of undead making their way to where the Hummer was.
"That's why we have to hurry, Britt." Santana tried once again to tug out of the blonde's grip but for some reason, Brittany squeezed harder. "What is it?"
"San…can zombies run?"
The Latina ignored the question and tried to pry Brittany's hand off her arm. "We can't do this now. The sooner we leave the less of a chance that we'd be closed in."
"San…"
"What?!" Santana asked as she started to think that maybe Brittany did want to try to battle her way out of a horde.
"Zombies can run?"
"What the fuck are you talking abo—"
That was when Santana finally noticed it. It was a few movements in the horde that Brittany would be able to spot easily since she was still on the roof of the Hummer. It had taken time for Santana to be able to see that a few of the zombies weren't slowly walking towards them, but some of them were moving faster.
"I have never seen a zombie run…" was all Santana was able to say as she looked on at the anomaly. There were a few, probably six of the twenty zombies who were running through the crowd, and it simply amazed Santana. Amazed in a completely disgusting way.
Brittany finally let go of Santana's arm. "What do we do?" she asked. The six of them were yards away from the Hummer, and it was much too late to drive away. If those zombies could run, then they probably could do other physical traits as well.
Santana had to think quickly, and there was no mathematical equation where thinking quickly and logically worked with a dangerous situation. The Latina knew that there really was only one thing to do.
"Take this," Santana commanded as she handed back the sniper to the blonde. "Screw the silencer: we shoot to kill."
"W-what?" the blonde took the gun back completely confused and held it as if she had no idea how to use it.
"There's no other choice," Santana stated while climbing back onto the roof after Brittany made room for her. "I'll try to get the sprinters; you get the rest of the pack back there since you have the scope."
Santana knew that she wouldn't be able to get all of them before they hit the Hummer. At the speed that they were going, the girls only had a few seconds.
"Prepare for impact!" Santana got into position with her trusty pistol in hand.
"Huh?"
The first zombie hit.
For some reason, zombies had no sense of self preservation, so the first guy who looked like he could've worked as a pizza delivery boy slammed right into the Hummer without any other sense in mind. It shook the entire vehicle and almost made Brittany lose her balance. Santana was ready for the collision, and as soon as the boy stumbled back from hitting the car, Santana hit her mark with a loud bang.
"Focus, Brittany! Keep your balance. Stomach on the roof, try to hold steady!"
Santana couldn't look over to see if the blonde was listening because she had her eyes on the next zombie who was running towards the car. This one seemed to realize the mistake of his fellow companion and instead of running straight into the Hummer, he jumped a crazy feat to land right on the hood.
"Oh, so he could fucking do that but I can't?!" Santana asked no one in particular and took clear aim at his head. Santana growled, "That's what you get for outdoing me."
From right behind the Latina, the car reverberated again from what Santana knew was Brittany. The Latina smiled to herself thinking that they could actually survive this. At least Brittany wasn't a pussy.
"You got this Britt?!" Santana yelled with an excited grin on her face. She's always enjoyed the adrenaline building actions that come with zombie attacks. It was as if she was playing God while deciding who was to live and who was to die, except that Santana believed that they should all die.
In response to Santana's question, the Latina heard the blonde equally yell, "I keep missing, San! I keep missing!"
Her tone made the atmosphere change suddenly. Fear was entangled with the words that Brittany yelled, and it was then that Santana realized that Brittany couldn't defend herself at all.
The Hummer shook violently once more and the Latina whipped her head around in anger to find the source. What she found made her own insides cross with the feeling of grim.
The remaining four sprinters had finally caught up to the girls and instead of ramming the sides of the car or jumping on the hood, they were trying to climb their way to the roof.
"Oh, hell, no you don't!" Santana yelled before aiming her pistol and taking off the head of the zombie nearest her. "I have not survived this long to be brought down by a small pack of mutant mutants."
The brunette shot off a few more bullets, a few of them missing because of the rocking of the car.
"Santana…"
Brittany's whimper caused the girl to turn her attention from the two sprinters that were left. The sniper given to the blonde was left at the edge of the roof and the girl herself was practically shoulder to shoulder with Santana.
The Latina was about to ask what was wrong until she looked up and saw that the horde was almost surrounding the two.
"What are we gonna do?" Brittany whimpered again and unconsciously held onto the bottom of Santana's shirt.
If it were possible for time to slow down, then it definitely happened right then and there. Santana was still gripping her pistol with all her might and could feel the slight drips of perspiration fall down the side of her face. She could also feel the warm breath of Brittany since she was so close. The girl smelled between a mix of sweat, fear, and strawberry soap. The zombies were locked on to them, and Santana saw that they were just reaching for her body so that they could munch down into her skin.
But she wouldn't let them have that.
"Stay here," Santana muttered softly at first, and then realized that Brittany didn't hear her. "Stay here!" she said louder and took Brittany's hand off of her shirt.
Santana kept the pistol in one hand then proceeded to climb down the Hummer on the side that wasn't cornered by a zombie.
"What are you doing?!" Brittany yelled after her.
"Stay there!" Santana responded, as if those words were going to save the poor girl's life if Santana failed.
"But-"
"Stay there and try to keep shooting the best you can!"
Santana took out another sprinter that was blocking her way to the back of the car once her feet touched the ground. The Latina tried to ignore all of the sounds that were echoing through her mind. Months of the same moaning, groaning, and dragging of feet mixed with the sounds of guns firing was all too familiar for the girl. So she did what she knew how to do best: ignore it all.
The brunette yanked the car door open and jumped in before the next wave of zombies reached the door. It was a close call, and their greenish, melting skin were clawing all over the window.
Santana could hear a muffled cry of help from the top of the vehicle. "Hold on, Britt," she gritted her teeth.
The car was rocking back and forth even more than before which made it more difficult for Santana to find what she needed to in the backseat. There was the box of clips, scattered remains of plastic wrapping, and… Santana hoped wasn't a used condom definitely left by a certain Puckerman.
"Come on. Come on!" Santana pushed around more debris left by a bunch of teenagers until she realized her mistake.
"…it's in the back." Santana mentally slapped herself and pushed away the stickiness left by a honeybun package before jumping up to climb over the back seat.
Just as the top half of her body made it over the seat, the car lurched backwards from the ricochet of Brittany's sniper, causing the brunette to fall into the back with a yelp. Her face collided with a few boxes, which meant more bruises and cuts but at that point she didn't give any damn, but luckily her body landed right next to what she needed.
Bingo, she thought to herself with a sinister grin.
Once she grabbed hold of the object that was sure to save their lives, Santana put her hair into a high ponytail, and she kicked the truck door open so it flew fast enough to knock back and incapacitate three zombies.
"READY OR NOT, HERE COMES SNIXX!" And a barrage of bullets from the mini machinegun that she held took down four more zombies. Santana laughed maniacally and didn't cease the onslaught of shots as she climbed out of Hummer and annihilated the remaining zombies who didn't stand a chance. Multiple shots were thrown in no order or preciseness so it was hitting heads, disintegrating arms and legs, stomachs and maybe hearts, and Santana could've sworn she got a few crotch shots. It didn't matter so long as the zombies fell.
The blasting sound of the gun was enough to knock out all other noises and the smoke coming from the machine almost made it hard to see, but it wasn't too much for Santana to deal with. It took her a few extra seconds to realize that all of the zombies were dead and fell in a disfigured circle around the car before she turned off the gun and threw it on the ground.
"Damn thing is heavy," she muttered to herself while rolling the arm that was mostly carrying the gun. It was then that she was able to notice the extra injuries and she winced where she shouldn't have touched.
"You okay up there?!" Santana yelled while looking north and stepping back a few paces to try and catch a glimpse of Brittany.
"Are they all dead?" Santana heard back. The brunette smirked in reply as she said, "Hell yeah, thanks to my trusty mini machine gun."
A ball of blonde peeked out from on top of the vehicle and peered down. Santana couldn't tell if the girl was still scared shitless or not, but hopefully her own smile would make Brittany feel better.
"You sure it's safe to come down?" the blonde asked timidly.
"It's as safe as a pit full of Styrofoam balls… if you take out the chance that someone pissed in it, of course," Santana frowned but shook it off and reached a hand up towards the other girl. "Throw down the gun, will ya? It'll make it easier later."
Within a few moments, the top piece of the sniper was in view and fell unceremoniously down onto the dirt. On a normal day, that would piss off the Latina because it could possibly damage the gun, but for some reason this only made her laugh. Perhaps it was because of how the day was going, or because she still had a bit of adrenaline left in her.
Santana was still chuckling as she bent down to retrieve the gun and she heard the bumping and sliding sound of Brittany making her way off of the car.
"Welcome back to Earth," she commented as she threw the gun in the trunk and went to pick back up the mini machine gun. "where people eat people and others blow their brains out."
With a mighty toss, Santana threw the heavy gun into the trunk as well which caused the whole car to shake from the weight.
"Was that what you used to kill the rest of them?"
The brunette turned around to see that Brittany was staring at the large gun. From what Santana could tell, the other girl was still enduring being shocked.
"Hey," the Latina spoke while placing a hand on Brittany's shoulder to try to stop the slight shaking. "We're all good now. And yes, this bad ass of a gun would save anyone from a horde. Bad part is, it's heavy as a damn sack of bricks and bullets are in short supply." She knew that if her pack found out about the usage of the machine gun, she'd have another horde of angry people to deal with.
Brittany closed her eyes and took deep breaths. She grabbed onto the door handle of the car with shaky hands to steady herself.
"It wasn't that bad," Santana attempted to reassure the other girl. "I've been through something way worse than this. The number we had to go up against? Multiply that by ten, and place them all in a small room. I had to get through a horde of that many, who just so happened to be hungrier than usual, and the only weapon with me was my pistol and about three extra clips. So if you think this was terrible, then you couldn't possibly imagine…" Santana was slightly excited to tell a tale of how impressive she was against a hell of a lot of zombies, until she looked at Brittany's face.
The sadness and fear that Santana saw made her stop speaking. She had no way of knowing how this would've affected the blonde because it's been years since she's been around someone who wasn't used to living with zombies. With that said, Santana couldn't even come up with how Brittany, someone who was thrown into this world after believing she was living in a different one, felt.
"I'm sorry," came out of the Latina's mouth. It surprised the brunette how quickly she said that because 'sorry' was a word that she hated using.
The blonde shook her head as if telling the other girl that it wasn't her fault. Tired eyes looked right at Santana, which caused her to sigh.
"Let's just get back to the supermarket. Maybe…maybe this wasn't such a good idea." The words were quiet as Santana spoke them. Brittany didn't say anything or make any movements to whether or not she agreed with what the brunette said.
Santana moved to go around to the driver's side of the car and got in it with a few grunts from the wounds that she remembered that she had. One look at her left arm told her that there was no way the Latina could hide what had happened today, if Brittany was able to hide her emotions, that is. The other girl took her time getting in, but Santana wasn't in a hurry.
"How about some music?" was offered to the blonde, which only resulted in a shrug as a reply.
Santana was starting to feel a little depressed at the lack of peppiness that Brittany normally has (from what she has seen so far), until Brittany asked, "You got any Britney Spears?"
The questioned earned a hidden smirk from Santana.
"Yeah, I got a CD with that track," she replied as the car started to roll away from the scene and Santana played with the stereo until she was able to find "Toxic". "Mm, this is totally my jam," Santana purred as the beginning music flowed through the speakers.
"It's my peanut butter."
Santana gave Brittany a questioning look but the blonde shrugged with a small smile and said, "It's your jam, so it's my peanut butter."
A sandwich. Santana chuckled lowly with a shake of her head. The girl is talking about a sandwich. If this doesn't mean that she's slowly gaining her bearings, then Santana could only hope she wasn't slowly going insane.
"You're weird, you know that?"
Brittany gave a lopsided smile and replied, "Yeah, but I think you like weird things."
Santana may well be starting to.
_._._
The two were about 10 minutes into their drive back home when Brittany asked, "Hey San? Can you tell me more about zombies?"
Santana had been focused on cruising through the obstacle course of a town when the question popped up. The topic surprised her since she assumed Brittany would be scarred for life from what she had just been through and never wanted to even think about a zombie ever again.
"You sure you want to?" she asked with a glance at the calm blonde.
Brittany nodded.
"Okay… well, what do you want to know?"
"What did you mean when you said that you've never seen a zombie run before?"
"Whoa, straight to the point, huh?" Brittany nodded her head and her smile grew. Santana wasn't sure why none of Brittany's choir group knew how intelligent she really is. They probably never gave her a shot to ask questions that actually had purpose. They just had to get through the other random crap to reach it.
"Alright. Uh, out of all the many, many zombies that I've come across, none of them ever had a reason to run. Well, sure they could trot or something, jog, whatever you want to call it, but none of them ran as if they were doing a marathon. It's because they travel in groups and normally their groups are large enough to block in people so there's no point in needing to sprint."
Brittany bobbed her head with attentive ears and eyes, absorbing the information like a sponge.
Santana grinned at that.
"Anyways, I never thought a zombie was physically capable of running. The muscles in their legs deplete over time, so they shouldn't have enough strength to go fast, let alone sprint. It…it's unusual." What Santana was actually trying to hide from Brittany was that this new mutation made her uncomfortable. No need to start throwing out the 'S' word, but if things continued in unpredictable ways, Santana may begin getting 'S'cared.
"You know about the body, right?" Brittany asked.
"What do you mean?"
"Like, being a doctor. You know about the torso and Puck's head?"
"Oh! No, my father was a doctor and I just picked up some things from him. Others are a bit logical. Anyone who really looks at how things work could pick up on certain facts, like muscle deteriorating. Or they could've just seen a zombie movie."
Brittany continued nodding, accepting what Santana said. She then questioned, "Do zombies change often?"
"In the one year that I've lived with them?" Santana thought to herself. "Not that often. I mean, it hasn't been long enough to really see how far the mutations can go."
"What started making people turn into zombies?"
The calm atmosphere immediately became tense. Santana gripped the steering wheel instantly and spoke with a strict voice, "I don't know".
The change in tone was not unknown to the blonde, and she turned her head from looking at the random objects in the car to look at Santana with a contemplative expression. Santana forced herself to stare at the road before her and didn't dare meet those piercing blue eyes. Something told the Latina that Brittany might have a talent of reading people.
After a few quiet seconds, Brittany turned back around, dropping the question.
"Look," Santana spoke to break the silence. "I'm sorry that I screwed up and you were put in danger." The brunette knew that she had to get around to it at some point, and she especially wanted to make sure that Brittany wouldn't say anything to anyone about it. God knows what Berry would do if she found out how close to being eaten the two of them were. Then there'd go the pack's temporary sanctuary, and Santana would probably receive the cold shoulder until she grew crazy from the silence and jumped into a pile of raging zombies.
"It's not your fault at all, Santana." Brittany was playing with the fuzzy dice that hung on the rearview mirror, also avoiding eye contact with Santana.
"Of course it was! It was my stupid gun that was so loud that it woke the dead. And it was my stupid mouth that got you away from your well-built fortress into this hell hole!" Santana swerved around a large piece of debris too quickly and it caused both girls to fall to the left side. Santana hit the door and grunted, but Brittany ignored it.
"But I'm glad that you took me to do this."
Brittany's calm voice had some sort of soothing effect. Santana's hands relaxed on the steering wheel and she took composed breaths. It wasn't an anger management class, but if Santana ever had to guess what one was like, she believed this wouldn't be far from it.
"It isn't a unicorn versus dinosaur battle, but it is kind of… cool," Brittany continued wearing a thoughtful pose with one finger on her chin.
"You know what else is cool?" Santana asked.
"Hm?"
"Keeping this little adventure to ourselves."
Brittany thought for a second before making up her mind (it seemed, by the way she nodded her head to herself) and replied, "Like with you eating a dog treat?"
"Oh hell yeah. If you spill word of that to anyone, you can expect something bad to happen to you when you sleep at night." Santana wasn't as threatening with her words, and she didn't want to be. So long as the point was understood, it was all okay. But she still didn't want anyone knowing about that.
The blonde was able to tell that Santana wasn't serious, but as Santana was looking at the round, seeing the supermarket in clear view, something nudged at her right pinky and was able to wrap itself around it.
"I promise," Brittany said sincerely as she hooked her pinky onto Santana's.
It was all the Latina could do not to smile.
_._._
The Hummer was just a few yards away from the supermarket when it started spewing terrible noises from the hood. It sounded like a combination between a chicken trying to cough up some bird feed and a dog with laryngitis barking at a runaway cat.
"Oh shit, not my baby," Santana groaned when she recognized what the noises meant. Not long after it started, the hood began to produce smoke. Luckily, the duo was already in the parking lot.
"What's wrong?" Brittany asked just as Santana turned off the car, which also stopped the noises, and hopped out of the vehicle to inspect the problem.
Brittany followed suit and approached the front as Santana popped the hood and covered her face to avoid the release of the fumes.
"*Cough* engine problems *cough*." Santana grabbed a rag from inside the driver's door and proceeded to fan the hood. "God, that smoke is fucking hot."
"Is the car broken?" Brittany peered into the hood and gazed at the mess of all the mechanical parts, not knowing what anything did. The confused look at on her face could be best described as someone trying to read a Latin book in Spanish class.
"Kinda," Santana responded with an irritated look. She was sure that the pack did a car inspection not too long ago. "This isn't good, though. First I use up the precious bullets for the mini, and now my favorite car is a bust. Shit… can anything else happen?"
"Is there anything I can do to help?" Brittany offered and started waving with her hands to fan the receding smoke.
"Nah, I can't even tell what's not working, yet. The engine is too hot to operate on, and I'm not even a good mechanic. I can only tell you for certain what the windshield wiper fluids are, and that's not saying much." Santana shook her head and felt dejected. Walking back into the store was like going into a church as an atheist and expecting people to love you. She's just done way too much shit to have anyone like her at this point. Anyone besides Brittany, that is.
"So," Brittany leaned against the car and faced Santana inquisitively. "What should we do?"
"I don't know about you, but I don't want to go back in there just yet." Santana walked over towards the blonde and leaned on the car next to her. "Just a few more moments of serenity would be nice."
Brittany was still staring at Santana in that ever curious way, and it was then that Santana realized how close they were. Was it getting even hotter outside? Santana wondered because her insides felt warmer than they were a few moments ago.
Then, just to break the silence, Santana's stomach growled.
"Shit," she muttered while holding onto her belly as if that would stop the irritatingly loud noise it was producing.
Brittany giggled and prodded the other girl's stomach with a Cheshire grin. "Sounds like somebody's hungry. We can eat while we wait for it to cool."
It was way past the point for Santana to deny that her body made an embarrassing noise, so she looked down and nodded with awkwardness. It only caused Brittany to laugh again, but Santana didn't try to fight back.
"I'll get the food," the blonde suggested and strode her way to the backseat. As she passed Santana, the brunette couldn't help but notice how the glistening sweat on Brittany's skin was actually pretty instead of disgusting as it would be on Puck or Finn. That, and how short the shorts were on the girl. The revealing wardrobe made the girl's skin look soft and warm. On anyone else, Santana would've considered the choice of clothes to be slutty, but for Brittany, Santana just wanted to stare at it, maybe even see a bit more—
"You got any can openers?" Brittany's voice appeared out of nowhere and Santana blinked to find the blonde right in front of her. The Latina mentally shook herself back to reality and chastised her mind for thinking unnecessary thoughts. She wasn't even sure where those thoughts came from, just that they shouldn't have been there.
"Uh," Santana had to take a moment to remember what it was that Brittany had asked. She was too busy doing that to notice the knowing smile that Brittany had on her face. When Santana was ready to answer, the smile disappeared. "Yeah it should've been by the cans. I'll get it."
Santana quickly walked past the blonde and dug through the crowded floor of the backseat. She knew that there was no reason to be flustered. Santana's never even been flustered before. How was she even supposed to know if she was flustered now? Why did fluster pop into her head in the first place?
Shit. Shit. Shit. Santana kept trying to keep her thoughts in line but it was like a whole bunch of dominoes; one fell and now the rest were going to until the last one did its job. But why did the first one even fall?
Santana was thinking too much and forced herself to look for the can opener. She found under that discarded honey bun wrapper (why it was stalking her, she'll never know), and triumphantly started to exit the car while shouting, "I GOT IT!", just to hit her head on the top of the door.
Santana fell backwards onto the mess on the floor and didn't even register that she had hit something. All she could think of was that one attentive look at a girl she had just met messed up her senses. There was no logic to it. None. What the hell was Santana's problem?
The girl was still stunned on the floor when Brittany's head appeared in the doorway and asked, "You okay, San? I heard a thump!"
It took a few moments for Santana to realize that the blonde was talking to her and she jumped up and tried to brush off the garbage (and the thoughts) off while speaking in a rushed way, "Yeah, I'm fine. Here's the can opener."
The can opener was shoved in Brittany's hand and Santana made her way out of the car so quickly that Brittany had to jump back before being ran into by the brunette. She could only be thankful that nobody else saw how weird she was acting.
"Uh," Santana spoke before Brittany had a chance to. "You can get started on the food, I'm just going to go put back the other clips and check out the truck. Don't wait up!" And she rushed away from the scene before the other girl could stop her.
"The sun's just getting to me and I went through a scary, emotional event. That's all," Santana told herself in reassurance. "Maybe I'm also PMSing. That's reasonable."
There really was no reason to check out the truck. Even if Santana did have a reason, she wouldn't even know what she was going to do. Check the windshield wiper fluid? But regardless, the girl's hands went to open doors and push crap out of the way to make it look like she was doing something. She didn't like the way she was feeling. She felt nervous and uncertain, and Santana never feels like that. The girl was even sure that there wasn't any zombie to sneak up on her thanks to the unusual shield around the town.
Santana accidentally peered back to find the blonde watching her while shoving some soup into her mouth. The discovery made Santana quickly avert her eyes because the nerves hit her hard.
"It's Brittany," Santana realized as she pushed away a forgotten bag of playing cards that were smudged with food. Slowly, she was able to put two and two together to figure out that Brittany's presence made her feel as she did, and Santana needed that to go away.
Well, it wouldn't be the first time Santana pushed someone away for her benefit.
Only a twinge of guilt stabbed at her, but it was a foreign feeling so Santana disregarded it and boldly closed to door. Maybe being hated on by people was better than having to go through something so discomforting.
Santana walked back to the Hummer and grabbed the can of soup that was left for it. Brittany had been looking the other direction, but when she heard the movement of the can, her blue eyes found Santana's in no time.
"I think we should go inside now," Santana stated with a colder tone that normally. Brittany noticed it and whatever happiness she showed lessened.
"Is something wrong?" Brittany worried and her hands started to toy with the wrapper of the can.
"No." Santana didn't want to say anymore. The first step in pushing someone away was to stop conversation. Ease out of it, per say. The small guilt that was pushing at her kept trying to bump its way through, but Santana continued to ignore it. The pack was going to leave eventually anyways, and the sooner this weird emotional trip was gone, the better.
Brittany didn't say any more and Santana started to walk back to the store as she slowly ate her meal. The Latina wasn't even hungry, but she kept putting the food in her mouth so Brittany wouldn't talk to her. Something told the girl that Brittany wouldn't talk to her even if she wasn't eating; like she understood, or something.
Santana sucked up her feelings and fears of what to expect when she and Brittany returned to the rest of the group, and entered with a slightly lonelier blonde trailing her.
