April 14th, 1912
…
Brittany stands frozen like the iceberg that just passed her balcony. She couldn't find her breathing. Her heart is beating at an unimaginable rate. Her eyes have seen the unseen and she can't push it out of her thoughts.
"Brittany!" she hears the shrieking of her mother and it snaps her out of her trance. She steps up on the rail and takes one last look at the block of ice as the boat continues moving onward to its destination, before gulping and stepping down to walk back inside. By this time, Finn has returned and her mother is now sitting on the couch of their sitting area.
"They said it was nothing. Just a shudder; nothing to worry about," he explains and looks up at Brittany; her eyes are much like the color of ice—the ice that she just saw. He takes in her presence and the way she shivers, covering herself up completely under his gaze. "Let us just try and sleep some more, agreed?" He adds and her mother nods, getting up from the couch as he walks over towards Brittany to escort her back to bed.
"I saw an iceberg," she speaks and they both stop their motions and exchange looks. She blinks, gesturing to the balcony. "What if we hit it? There is a chance we could have because where would a shudder just randomly come from?" She asks no one in particular and Finn breaths out an amused chuckle. She eyes him with distaste—where does he get off just brushing off her concern?
"I don't know my dear, but I wouldn't worry if the staff isn't," he says, taking her hand only to have her snatch it back from him. She shakes her head rounding the corner of the couch. The anger she feels fueling through her is almost too much for the three occupants of the room to bear, especially when it is close to exposure.
"They are staff Finn. It is their job to not instill fear in the travelers, but what the hell do I know, right?" She shrugs and grabs her shoes and he begins to look at her with such fiery in his dark eyes. Never has she been so disobedient to him, especially in front of her mother—her elder. Here he is promising her the world in fortunes and she has the decency to talk back to him.
"Brittany, you don't speak that way," her mother jumps in and Brittany narrows her eyes, shaking her head furiously. Her mother's plans to marry her off like she was some sort of property of hers fueled the anger even further. To back up this man in everything he does, like her reading material about love, for her to write and express her feelings—to let him burn each and every possession she has that holds that special part of her heart. It angered her—she's a woman herself, she should understand the matters of the heart and the matters of how women are mistreated in this society.
"Mother shut up, okay. I've waited so long to tell you both these words, so now is a good time as any," she begins huffing as she gets the final shoe on. "Mother, we're broke, get over it. The only reason you wanted me to marry Finn is because he's security and you wanted to be taken care of, but since you adore Finn so much, you marry him," she tells her, her mother's eyes widen in absolute shock. She looks over at Finn whose jaw is clenched about ready to strike. What has gotten into this girl?
"And Finn," she stops for a beat, giving him a smirk. "I made love to Santana on our suite bed just hours ago and I never felt better. I hope you feel what it is like to have someone else—a woman no less, touch your fiancée the way you are supposed to," she breaths out with a chuckle, pushing the door open, then turns around for one last parting words
"Also, I'm getting off the boat with her because that's what you do when you love someone. You go with them and you stick by them. As I look at you both, I have nothing but hate for you," she finishes and slams it shut behind her, feeling as if a small weight has been lifted off her shoulders. Now it was time to find Santana.
…
They push their way through the crowd of third class people who have migrated up the stairs, finally reaching the dock. Santana breathes heavily as Quinn and Rachel rush up to her side. They look both ways and are baffled by the commotion as staff pulls lifeboats off their ropes and the lines that have already formed for them.
"Ladies and gentleman! I need your attention please!" They turn their attention to the man with a gun in his hand—why he needs that, they don't know, but they definitely didn't want to double cross him. "We have been informed that we need first class women and children only!" Santana turns back to her friends only to downcast her gaze to the wooden floorboards of the dock. She needed to find a way to locate Brittany quicker than she anticipated. There are only about twenty lifeboats and they could be launched off quickly.
"If we can find Brittany, we can get her on a boat—so she'll be safe," she tells them and they nod, wondering when that happens what their fate will be. If first class is first, then second class; it'll be their turn, then what? No one truly knows the accumulation of women and children in each class; and that's scary.
Santana looks up at them and gestures for them to follow her through the doors of the dining hall. She scans the area overhead and looks for any flash of blonde hair, hoping for any chance of locating her. All she can see is random people she remembers seeing from dinner, then someone stands out to her.
"Stay here," she tells them and runs down the stairs, making her way up to the familiar figure. "Molly! Molly," she says and she turns around, greeting her with a wide smile.
"Santana honey what are you doing in here?" She says and Santana's face is held with worry, Molly's smile soon dissipates at the expression. "Do you know anything?" She asks, placing a hand on her shoulder comfortingly.
"The boat is sinking—I'm sure of it. They're loading first class women and children as we speak, but I need to find Brittany and get her on one of those boats before it's too late," she explains frantically and Molly's eyes widen at the information the staff failed to mention. She nods quickly and pulls Santana into a hug. A hug that could mean just about anything at this point; a good luck, a goodbye.
"Do you know where I could find her perhaps?" Santana asks after pulling away from the embrace and Molly gives her a hint of a smile, nodding distantly.
"Besides her suite, I can tell you, you already know that answer," she says and gives her hand a squeeze, before walking off with her lifejacket on and out of the hall to get to the line for a boat.
Santana's head is buzzing with the possibilities. Where the hell would Brittany go? Santana's head begins to hurt as she sits down on the steps for a moment to collect her thoughts. How could this happen? She pours her heart out to a girl she knows she shouldn't be with and it's returned, then tragedy hits. Were they not meant to be after all?
"Father give me a sign, please," she whispers quietly. During times like this, she'd seek out her father's guidance. Her parents know a thing or two about forbidden love and maybe that's why she pursued it, hoping that the greatest gift could come out of it. For her parents it was her that was their greatest gift, but nonetheless, their love was their downfall. It seems so familiar, does it not?
"Santana!" She hears overhead. She looks up and sees Rachel and Quinn pointing out at the doors and Santana gets up, running up the steps to where they're pointing. Santana's eyes go red at what she sees.
…
Brittany rushes to the elevator and tells the man who monitors it what deck to go to. He looks at her strangely, wondering why she wants to go down towards the 3rd class deck, but he doesn't question it. The ride is short and quiet, the only things that could be heard was the thoughts running through Brittany's head.
She pushes the gate open and runs towards the stairs, pushing through the crowd of people to get down the hall to Santana's room. When she hits the floor, her shoes instantly get soaked by the freezing cold water that's quickly accumulating from room to room down the hall.
She moves through the crowd and finds Quinn's and Santana's room, pushing it open to see it has been vacant. She breaths out a sigh of both relief and frustration. Relief that Santana and Quinn left as soon as possible and frustration that she can't locate them.
She stands there for a moment, soaking in the thought, then pushes it aside to really think about where they could've gone, then it registers almost instantly.
She went looking for me.
Her eyes widen at the thought. What if she goes to the suite? What if she happens to run into Finn and her mother after everything she told them about what transpired between them? As magical as it was for the two of them, it most definitely won't be reciprocated by the other two people.
She runs out of the room and makes her way quickly up the stairs, just as the stairs are being closed off, leaving the rest of the 3rd class stranded. Brittany disregards the elevator all together and pushes her way up the stairs, through the crowd.
The top deck have officially been filled to the bone as they launch off boats full of first class women and children. Brittany's heart races—she could very well get on that boat right now, but her mind only wanders to the thought of leaving Santana behind. She couldn't do it. She couldn't ever leave her now.
As she gets ready to push through the rest of the crowd her wrist is grabbed tightly and she's forced around. She's pushed firmly against the wall. She gasps in slight pain and she sees the fire burning in Finn's eyes as he stares at her.
"You dare embarrass me like this," he seethes. "You dare be unfaithful and you dare leave me for a whore who will never be able to give you the things I can. A house, children, money," he grips her wrist tighter and she looks at him with such hate, but fear welling up within her abdomen.
"I'd rather not bare children if they have half your gene makeup," she spits back and he smacks her right across the face hard, pushing her harder into the wall. She groans out in total pain.
"You don't dare speak to me that way!" He yells just as a fist lands right into his jaw, loosening his grip off her wrist along with the force on her body.
"And you don't dare touch her like that again!" Brittany looks over at the person, who sent Finn straight to the ground and sees the concerned brown orbs she's fallen for. "Are you alright?" It's Santana and all Brittany can do is tug her into her, hugging her tightly, burying her face into her shoulder. She takes in the scent that is all Santana, kissing up her neck until placing her lips on hers.
Santana runs her thumb gently over Brittany's red cheek, before placing her lips on it gently several times. "You're fine now," she tells her softly and Brittany just nods burying herself into her arms again.
"I hate to interrupt, but we need to get her on a boat now," Rachel says, clutching on Quinn's hand and Santana nods over at her. Brittany lifts her head, shaking her head at the idea.
"No, no I just found you again. I'm not leaving you," she tells Santana as tears well up in her eyes. Santana grimaces at her wiping the tears away with the pad of her thumb.
"I know, but I can't breathe any easier if you're not safe," she exclaims softly, pulling her towards the boat. "I'll get another one. I mean how many women and children are in first and second class, right?" She breaths out a chuckle and Brittany exchanges looks with the other two women next to them. They smile encouragingly at her and she looks back at Santana.
Brittany forces herself forward crashing her lips with Santana's, kissing her like it's the last time she'll see her again. "I love you," she whispers as tears stream down her cheeks, mixing with Santana's.
Santana nods breathlessly. "Say it one more time for me till I see you again," she states more than asks, even if it wasn't difficult to make Brittany say it—she could say it over and over till the day she dies.
"I love you. I love you. I love you," she whispers into her lips, between kisses and Santana closes her eyes tightly, sealing them shut, but not successful enough to stop the tears from falling.
"All right, now get on," she says holding her hand out, getting her ready to get on the boat and Brittany turns back to Santana, not letting their hands free.
Brittany takes a seat just as the staff breaks their hands apart. It felt like a symbolic meaning, that fate is going to tear them apart. It wretched Brittany's heart to watch Santana standing on the deck, knowing she is in complete danger while she sits in this lifeboat about ready to be rowed to safety. Her new friends are in the same position as well, but it makes it easier that they're in the same class. Brittany feels the tears taking over her and she wants with every fiber in her being to just jump out of the boat and into Santana's arms; that this is all some twisted dream.
But she hears the screams and she sees the guns shooting off to quiet people down. She sees the flares lighting up the night sky to get a signal from a passing ship and she sees the way passengers have prepared themselves for the worst, throwing off furniture for something to grab on till they hit the icy water. It's a nightmare and here she is just left to watch as Santana stares back at her, hoping that they mutually find their way back to one another.
"No, no what are you doing?" A voice breaks their gaze apart as they turn their attention to the small commotion from Quinn. She's being pushed forward by Rachel and as she tries to push back, Rachel only pushes her more forcefully until she's in the middle.
"Get in the boat, please," Santana hears Rachel beg the other blonde and Quinn is shaking her head furiously, tears welling up in her eyes. "I need you to be safe," she breaths out, her voice breaking at the thought of leaving her as well.
"No, I'm not leaving you two—the two most important people in my life, no way, no," she says frantically as tears streak down her cheeks. She looks between them and Santana looks away, back at Brittany, who's back to looking at her. Santana wanted Quinn to be safe just as much as she wanted Brittany to be safe. The thought of losing them both tore her insides apart, so she couldn't protest against Rachel's wishes. It's what she just did for Brittany.
Quinn continues to try and stop Rachel from pushing her forward just as a staff member quickly grabs her and pulls her in much to her protest. "No! No! Rachel no! Santana!" Her eyes are wide as she exchanges looks with the two young women. Both of them have glassy brown eyes as they watch their blondes with the same pain they both feel.
"Lower away!"
The boat begins to lower down as Rachel and Santana watch their two beloved protest and sob uncontrollably. Santana tries to hold the tears in as Rachel does the same, but they can't hold them any longer as they make a trail down their cheeks. Their eyes never leave the two women till they hit the water and begin to row away from the boat. Even in the distance they can see Brittany and Quinn holding each other, hoping to comfort the other from the terrible pang in their chests.
Rachel sniffles, wiping her tears away furiously. "We're going to die Santana," she concludes, finally turning her gaze away from the boat and back to the young woman next to her. Santana continues to watch the boat, until finally taking in Rachel's presences. "Aren't we?" She breaths out.
"If we give up now, we're already dead. The least we can do is give ourselves a fighting chance. We'll figure something out," she tells her, walking away from where the boat was launched to find another way for them to be safe, unaware of what lies ahead.
Probably didn't expect that, did you? Anyway, I appreciate the reviews and I'm sorry this is late. I guess when you base a story off a movie you have to keep watching it consistently; at least that happens to me. Well since I work at the movies, Titanic 3D is playing in like two theaters and well when you hear My Heart Will Go On every time you clean the theater, you begin to miss certain things a.k.a this story. So I'm planning to finish it, I told you I would. It's not done and it's only just beginning. You will see the outcome of Rachel and Santana shortly. Please review again and let me know what you think.
Also no poem in the beginning because I don't think Santana would have the time to write during this time. So maybe next chapter, it'll be in her thought process, now that Brittany is safe.
