Appearances
A/N: Brittany doesn't want to die in a human canon accident, the footballers don't want to be in Glee and Sue Sylvester gets hers…Spoilers for 2x11 The Sue Sylvester Shuffle and 2x12 Silly Love Songs. This is a looooong one peoples. Oh and Quinn and Finn never get "mono" in my world, because it was slightly ridiculous. That virus takes like 4-7 weeks after you get it to become symptomatic. So I'm conveniently ignoring that storyline. For the purposes of this story, Santana simply planted the idea that Quinn and Finn were cheating on Sam in his head and he's now very paranoid...
Disclaimer: I don't own Glee…
Glee!
Chapter Nine:
Natasha, Santana, Quinn and Brittany stood in the bathroom quietly cleaning off the awesome Zombie make up that they had put on during Glee. Mr Schue had decided that they were going to do a zombie theme for the half time show at the championship game. They were doing a mash up of Michael Jackson's 'Thriller' and the Yeah, Yeah, Yeah's 'Heads Will Roll'. It was bittersweet for the cheerleaders though as Mr Schue had told Figgins about Sue's insane plan to shoot Brittany out of a human canon at Cheerleading Regionals and Sue had retaliated by having Regional's shifted to the same weekend as the championship game. If they didn't go to Regional's they were out of the Cheerios and if they didn't go to the game they were out of Glee.
"Zombie camp was funner than I expected," Brittany suddenly spoke. "And the Glee Club together with the football team? It's like a double rainbow…A Zombie double rainbow!" she said excitedly.
"What the hell are we going to do?" Quinn asked. "If we go to our Cheerleading competition then we miss the half time show and we're out of the Glee Club. I'm torn."
"I'm not," Santana replied. Natasha glared at her.
"I'm Brittany," Brittany replied, confusion painting her features. Natasha smiled patted her arm gently.
"Couldn't help but overhear your conversation," Sue Sylvester's voice rang out behind them.
"What were you doing in there?" Quinn asked indignantly, annoyed by the woman's blatant spying.
"Enjoying the eavesdropping afforded me by the Swiss timepiece regularity and utter silence of my 2pm…ninja poops," Sue replied. The four girls grimaced. "Well I typed these up for you ladies, requiring your signature, tendering your resignation from the Glee Club," She handed the forms to Quinn. "Oh and Brittany, here's a note for you, handwritten and in crayon, from the human canon saying how much it misses you," she handed another sheet of paper to Brittany who looked a little guilty. Natasha caught Santana's eye and both saw the other's fury at the way Coach Sylvester was taking advantage of Brittany's simplicity to manipulate her into doing a stunt that was probably going to get her killed.
"Coach that canon is going to get Brittany killed! Is that really worth it to win a stupid National Championship?" Quinn was the one who pulled the woman up on it.
"SEVENTH CONSECUTIVE stupid National Championship," Sue retorted mockingly.
"This is ridiculous," Quinn snapped.
"You had quite a year last year Q," Sue said calmly. "As I recall you didn't have such a good time out of that Cheerios uniform," they watched as Quinn's face took on a guarded look at the reminder of the previous year. Sue smirked at the reaction. "Ladies I am giving you the chance right now to choose once and for all where your true loyalties lie. Choose the Cheerios…or choose the GLEE CLUB!" she growled the last part in a mock horror voice, before stalking out of the bathroom.
Glee!
"Ew. She didn't wash her hands," Brittany commented, apparently oblivious to the gravity of their current situation. Quinn was reading the forms in her hands which were partly a resignation letter and party a series of insults aimed at Will Schuester and the Glee Club. The top form was Natasha's and Quinn frowned when she saw the girl's full given name at the bottom. Natasha Róisín Isaacs.
"Natasha how on earth do you say your middle name?" she asked staring at it.
"Ro-sheen," Natasha sounded it out. "Irish," she said by way of explanation. "What's yours?"
"Celeste," Quinn replied. "How did your parents come up with Róisín?" she asked.
"Oh lord," Natasha shook her head. "My Mom is obsessive about books, bands and TV and stuff. If she has a kid in the middle then it gets names out of said book, band or TV show. With my older brother she was obsessed with an old movie called 'Love Me or Leave Me.' She named him after two of the actors; Cameron Mitchell and James Cagney. He's Cameron James. With me it was War and Peace and the band 7 Year Bitch. Natasha was after a character in the book, Natasha Rostova and Róisín was after the band's guitarist; Róisín Dunne. Poor Jemmy got the worst of it I reckon. She was named during Mom's obsession with all things Beatrix Potter. She named her Jemimah after the duck," Natasha shook her head.
"I love ducks," Brittany interjected. Natasha smiled before continuing.
"Her middle name is Grace, after Grace Kelly," Natasha had turned back to the mirror and was taking more of her makeup off.
"That's kind of neat though, how all of your names are for something your mom loved," Quinn commented.
"I guess," Natasha shrugged.
"My middle name is Susan," Brittany told her.
"Pretty B," Natasha smiled.
"Santana's is Isabella," Brittany added, smiling cheekily at Santana.
"Personal information, B!" Santana tried to look annoyed but it found it difficult with the look Brittany was shooting her way.
"I won't tell," Natasha giggled. "That's beautiful though." She was surprised when Santana blushed under the green tinge of her zombie makeup.
"What are we going to do?" Quinn sighed helplessly, staring at the forms again.
Glee
In the end they chose to stay on the Cheerios. Finn was furious at Quinn for abandoning their Glee Club family in favour of a cheerleading squad with a coach who was so obsessed with topping herself that she would risk a student's life in order to do it. He ended up scrapping with Sam in the hallway when Sam suggested that Quinn quit Glee because he was a poor leader. Finn's anger had been easier to deal with than Mr Schuester's quiet disappointment in them though. Natasha hadn't been able to stop squirming under the man's sad gaze. And to think she had been forced into this club. Now here she was, not wanting to leave it. Rachel had been right from the very first day. She had found a family there. They busied themselves perfecting their moves and trying to figure out a way to stop Sue from firing Brittany out of that stupid oversized canon.
Come Regional's weekend they still hadn't managed to talk Sue out of the stunt. While they were waiting to get on the bus to go, Brittany had wandered off. The other three found her a few metres away. She was standing with her hands in the pockets of her jacket beside the human canon, staring at it. They walked up to flank her, Santana on one side. Quinn and Natasha on the other.
"I'm gonna die," Brittany said sadly.
"It'll be worth it," Santana said with a shrug.
"Hey!" they heard a voice behind them. The four girls turned, stunned to see Finn Hudson jogging towards them in his football gear.
"What are you doing here?" Quinn asked, angrily.
"Stopping you from going to Sue's Regionals competition. You guys gotta come to the game with me," he told them.
"Haven't you been paying attention?" Quinn snapped. "If we're not Cheerios we're nothing." That actually didn't seem so bad to Natasha.
"You think that but it's not true," Finn argued. "You joined Cheerios to be popular, but you joined Glee Club because you loved it. Sue doesn't care about you guys! She's fine with killing Brittany! Tell me, honestly, if you didn't think it would hurt your reputation, which would you choose?" Finn asked.
"Glee Club," Brittany replied without hesitation. Finn smiled and nodded, stepping closer to Quinn and turning his attention to convincing her.
"I know you," he said softly. "And you don't think you are, but you are strong enough to do this," he stared into her eyes, willing her to find the truth in his. Suddenly she smiled sweetly.
"Ok," she whispered.
"Ok?" he asked.
"Ok," Quinn replied, stronger this time. Finn broke into a grin. He turned to Santana.
"What about you Santana?" he asked, cocking his head. Santana was silent a moment before a grin broke out.
"Screw her, she put me on the bottom of the pyramid," she declared.
"Tasha?" Finn asked.
"I'm with ya," the girl replied without hesitation.
"Come on, we've only got a few minutes," Finn grinned starting to jog away.
"No time for a five-some ladies, bus leaves in five," Sue called out from behind them.
"We quit the Cheerios," Quinn tossed over her shoulder.
"You can't quit Cheerios! It's blood in, blood out. Now get your sweet little cans on that bus!," Sue ordered.
"Oh we still quit," Santana called back.
"Mmmhmmm," Natasha nodded.
"You're my stars! If you leave I have no performance," the panic in Sue's voice was incredibly satisfying to her long suffering 'stars'.
"Sucks for you," Brittany smirked before they turned and followed Finn.
Glee!
They had given an awesome performance; Puck had convinced the football boys to join them and they had had a ball. Even Karofsky had eventually joined in and they had managed to win the Championship game. The football team were heroes in the school after that. They had celebrity status within the halls and they were using it to their advantage. They had organised a mass slushie attack on the hockey team who had slushied them prior to the game. They didn't think the puck-heads would try that again anytime soon.
The Glee Club were starting to plan ways to make money to hire the special bus to get them all to Regionals. Finn came up with the idea to open a kissing booth, much to the disgust of the Glee Club. Mercedes had accused him of just wanting to kiss a bunch of girls and Santana couldn't help but get nasty.
"I have kissed Finn, and let me just say, not worth a buck. I would, however, pay a hundred dollars to jiggle one of his man-boobs," she smirked at him. Natasha ducked her head in the back row, trying not to laugh out loud.
"Don't you ever get tired of running people down?" Finn demanded.
"No not really," Santana replied evenly. Suddenly the whole Glee Club was on the attack against the Latina. When Santana declared that they all loved her and thought she was hilarious, Lauren stated that she was just a bitch. Quinn brought up the barb Santana had thrown at her a few weeks before about being upset that Quinn didn't have a lizard baby, Tina repeated her comment that Mr Schue belonged in a 12 Step Program, and then, to everyone's shock, Rachel got in on the action.
"Truth is Santana, you can dish it out but you can't take it. Maybe you're right, maybe I am destined to play the title role in the Broadway version of 'Willow' but the only job you'll ever have is working on a pole!" she spat viciously, sending the room into stunned silence. Santana felt a lump rising in her throat.
"Fine," she whispered, grabbing her belongings and walking out. She ignored Mr Schue's half-assed protest to get her back. She curled up leaning against her locker, tears pouring down her cheeks until class let out and Brittany came looking for her to comfort her.
Glee!
The next day she stupidly decided to get her own back by picking a fight with Lauren Zizes. Unfortunately she got her ass handed to her and ended up being carried in to the nurse over Coach Beiste's shoulder.
"There you go," the nurse will check you and call your mother to come and get you," Beiste set the girl down on the bed and patted her shoulder comfortingly.
"Thanks," Santana mumbled. Her whole body felt bruised. She shifted on the bed, eyes squeezed shut against the pain, until she found the least painful position possible. She jumped when someone spoke from the other bed in the room.
"What happened," Santana's eyes flew open and she whipped her head to the side. Natasha was lying on the other bed, curled on her side with her arms wrapped around her belly protectively.
"I picked a fight with Lauren Zizes," Santana told her.
"Ouch," Natasha cringed.
"Yeah. Why are you here?" she asked. Her stomach had dropped at the sight of the girl.
"Stomach ache," Natasha replied evasively.
"Right Ms Lopez, let me have a look at you," the nurse walked in. She helped Santana to take her jacket off, leaving her in a black singlet. Natasha cringed, Santana's shoulders were bruising already. The nurse had her lay back and lifted the hem of her singlet to check out her abdomen. Santana was trying to be brave but when the nurse palpated one of the bruises on her rib cage she let out a pained whimper. She heard rustling from the other side of the room and then felt a slightly smaller hand slip into hers. The nurse checked all of the bruised spots, checking for broken bones and other injuries. She squeezed at Natasha's hand and when the nurse stepped away to get her some pain meds, the smaller girl stroked her hair and leaned down to press a kiss to her forehead. Santana was a little stunned by the affectionate actions from the other girl. It must have been written all over her face because Natasha shrugged.
"It sucks being in pain," she told her. Once the nurse had given her the medicine and left to call her Mom, Santana struggled to sit up.
"Let me see," she ordered softly.
"No," Natasha replied. "It's just a stomach ache."
"Natasha-," Santana started.
"I said it's just a stomach ache!" Natasha snapped. She shook her hand free of Santana's and went back to her bed, clearly in pain as she clambered back up and resumed her curled up position from earlier. She was facing Santana but refused to look at her. She turned her face toward the bed but Santana could see tears leaking from the corner of her eye. "I'm sorry. I just don't feel good," she whispered.
"That's ok," Santana whispered back. They lay in silence until Louisa Lopez came to pick up her daughter.
"Fighting Mija? Again," the woman sighed in exasperation.
"I'm sorry," Santana whispered.
"Well maybe getting your ass handed to you will teach you something, huh?" Louisa put an arm around her daughter and helping her up, kissing her temple as she did. Santana just scoffed, a grin breaking out. "Come on," Louisa tugged Santana's hand.
"Wait," Santana turned back to Natasha. "Tash is someone coming to get you?" she asked. Natasha lifted her tearstained face.
"No. Mom can't get off work 'til 3," she replied sadly. Santana looked at the wall clock. It was 11am. She looked at her Mom who nodded.
"Mom will drop you home if you like," she offered.
"No," Natasha replied sharply without a second of hesitation. "Thank you," she added softly afterwards.
"Are you sure sweetheart?" Louisa asked. "Or you can come to our house 'til your Mom gets off work?" she offered.
"No, thank you," Natasha gave a half hearted smile. If she was stuck at Santana's she knew that the girl would interrogate her all day.
"Ok. Feel better," Louisa smiled kindly.
"Yeah, feel better Natasha," Santana sent her a glare that let her know that she was in no way off the hook for this.
Glee!
Natasha kept a low profile at school for over a week. She kept away from her friends and everyone else, shutting herself off. They never did find out where she had been hiding from them. It surprised them then when Natasha texted them all on Saturday morning.
Jem and I are going to have a picnic in the park. Want to come? It's boring with just the two of us.
Brittany had been at Santana's for the night and Quinn had been at Finn's. She had texted Santana to ask if they were going to meet Natasha and asked her to pick her up when they said they were. On the way to the park, Brittany had insisted on stopping to get some bubble mixture for Jemimah. She couldn't decide between the Tropical and Banana scented ones and so she had ended up getting both. They arrived at the park, armed with food for the picnic, bread for the ducks (at Brittany's insistence) and the bubbles for Jemimah. They found the sisters curled up together on a park bench, talking. It was a very cute sight.
"Tash!" Brittany called out.
"Hey guys," Natasha called back, untangling herself from her little sister. She nudged the little girl.
"Hello," she waved, a small cautious smile breaking out.
"I have something for you," Brittany told her.
"For me?" the little girl seemed stunned.
"Yeah for you," Brittany smiled. She pulled the two small bottles out of her pocket.
"Oh bubbles!" Jemimah beamed as Brittany handed them to her. "Thank you!" she threw her arms around Brittany's waist, hugging her tightly. "Can we blow them now?" she asked excitedly.
"Sure!" Brittany laughed.
"You do the orange ones and I'll do the yellow!" the little girl instructed, handing one of the bottles back to the tall blonde. Soon the two of them were surrounded by a thick cloud of bubbles.
"Oh they smell good!" Jemimah commented sniffing at a bubble that floated toward her nose. "Tashie come and smell the bubbles! They smell like fruit!"
Natasha got up from where she had been sitting next to Quinn and went to stand next to her sister. "Oh wow they smell great," Natasha said as the scents of banana and tropical bubbles reached her nose.
"Wanna blow?" Jemimah asked, holding out the bottle and wand to her sister.
"Hells yeah!" Natasha took them and started blowing bubbles. She blew some straight at Brittany who laughed gleefully and blew some back. Jemimah danced around between them, waving her arms and popping bubbles. She shot away and pulled at Quinn and Santana's hands.
"Come on, come on! It's so much fun! It feels like magic," the little girls cheeks, were flushed, her eyes alight with happiness. The two girls looked at each other and smiled, letting Jemimah pull them over to the other two. Santana felt like a child again as she spun around, her arms out, her head thrown back, while Natasha and Quinn blew bubbles at her from different directions. After a while she got dizzy and collapsed in a heap on the grass, laughing happily as she tried to regain her bearings. Natasha flopped down beside her, canting her head toward Santana and blowing bubbles into the air above the two of them. They both closed their eyes and laughed as the bubbles floated softly down and popped on their faces.
"Jem's right," Santana spoke as they caught sight of Brittany galloping through the cloud of bubbles Quinn was blowing, with the little girl on her back.
"About what?" Natasha asked curiously.
"It is fun and it does kind of feel like magic," Santana smiled, turning her head to look at Natasha. Natasha smiled back and Santana almost gasped. It was the biggest most genuine smile she had ever seen from the other girl, deep dimples cut into her cheeks and her green eyes shone with happiness. Then Natasha was back on her feet, pulling Santana with her and handing her the bottle of bubbles. Santana took them and joined in the blowing.
Glee!
They had used up pretty much all of the bubble mixture before they had stopped for lunch. They had spread out a blanket and sat down together to share the various food they had all brought. Jemimah had settled herself in the vee of Santana's legs, her back against Santana's stomach. They were sharing an orange and Santana was teaching Jemimah to spit the pips that were in it. Natasha had frowned and then cracked up at the disgust on her sister's face when the first pip Jemimah had tried to spit had landed on her own hand.
"That's just a picnic game though Princess," Natasha told her sister. "Mom'll shoot me if you do that at the table!" she laughed. Brittany shuffled over and put one arm behind Natasha leaning on it so she could rest her head on her friend's shoulder. Natasha tensed a bit, still not used to Brittany's frequent and easygoing physical affection, but she soon relaxed and dropped her head against Brittany's for a bit. "Thanks for bringing the bubbles B. They were so much fun," she told her.
"Bubbles are all kinds of awesome," Brittany said happily.
"They really are," Natasha agreed.
Once they had finished eating they went over to the pond to feed the ducks. Jemimah hadn't been too keen but Brittany's childlike excitement had won her over. There weren't that many ducks around, they were just starting to come back after being gone for the winter, but the few that were there came swimming over and then waddled up onto the bank, grabbing the bread greedily. Jemimah was watching Brittany who was sitting still as a statue, her hand held out, a piece of bread resting on the palm. After a few minutes of stillness that Natasha had no idea Brittany possessed, one of the ducks cautiously waddled closer and closer until it reached out and took the bread from the blonde's palm. Brittany laughed and the duck scattered, right toward Santana who shrieked and leaped up against Natasha, who was closest to her, pressing into her hard and fisting her jacket tightly in her hands. Natasha giggled and wrapped her arms around the taller girl.
"Sorry San!" Brittany jumped up and wrapped her arms around both girls. "San's afraid of birds," she whispered to Natasha.
"I noticed," Natasha whispered back.
"Shut up," Santana said petulantly from where she had tucked her face against Natasha's shoulder.
"That's it Jem, sit really still and be really quiet," Quinn's voice instructed softly. Brittany let go of her friends and Santana pulled away from Natasha, glancing sheepishly at the smaller girl. They watched as Jemimah sat still and silent until one of the ducks came up, grabbed the bread she had sitting on her palm and then waddled away quickly to eat it a safe distance away from the little girl. Jemimah burst into giggles and jumped up to get more bread and do it again. After three or four times she got tired of the game and started chasing the ducks instead.
"Aw Jem! Poor ducks!" Natasha called out. Jemimah bent and picked something up, stuffing it in her pocket before continuing to chase the ducks. As they started to waddle closer to the four girls Natasha saw Santana tense out of the corner of her eye. "Jemimah Grace you chase those ducks in the other direction please," she warned. "Santana doesn't like them very much," she said when the little girl looked at her, as if to ask why.
A while later and Jemimah had stopped chasing the ducks and was fossicking about, stuffing things into her pocket every so often. The older girls were sitting on a bench chatting and watching her. Suddenly she stopped looking for things on the ground and came over.
"What time is it Tashie?" she asked her sister nervously.
"It's 2pm, Bub. We'll head home soon but we've got time ok?" Natasha reassured her, but the girls could sense her rising anxiety. They had been able to sense it for the last 10 or 15 minutes.
"Can we go now?" Jemimah seemed to pick on up Natasha's anxiety and her own rose with it.
"If you want to," Natasha smiled, keeping her voice and expression light.
"Ok," Jemimah seemed happy with that. Santana and Quinn traded a glance as Natasha stood, scooping her sister up to sit on her hip. She was way too big to be carried, but years of cheerleading meant that Natasha managed it easily.
"I guess we're going you guys," Natasha said brightly to the other three. "Thanks for an awesome day," she smiled, but it wasn't like the beautiful carefree smiles they had witnessed earlier. This was her usual tight, forced smile.
"Thank you, for inviting us," Quinn beamed back. They all walked back to the cars, Natasha piggy backing Jemimah. When they got to the cars Natasha put Jemimah down and the girl rummaged through her pocket. She pulled something out and hid it behind her back.
"Santana?" she said softly.
"Yeah Jem?" Santana asked.
"I have something for you," Jemimah said shyly.
"Ooh what is it?" Santana asked. Jemimah looked away and slowly produced the item that she had hidden behind her back. It was a tail feather from one of the ducks, and a beautiful one at that.
"I found it for you," Jemimah said it so quietly that Santana had to strain to hear it.
"It's beautiful Jem," Santana replied, her own voice soft and slightly emotional.
"Like you," Jemimah smiled. Santana dropped down and kissed the little girl on the cheek.
"Thank you," she told her. When she stood up she caught sight of unshed tears in Natasha's eyes. She moved to stand next to her as Jemimah rummaged through her pocket again and moved toward Brittany this time.
"I found you a heart stone," she said, handing the object to the blonde. Brittany looked down at the little heart shaped stone in her hand and beamed.
"I love it!" she kissed the little girl too and she blushed. Next it was Quinn's turn. She got a stone too, one that had little indents in it that made it look like a smiley face. While Quinn fussed over her gift, Natasha leaned close to Santana.
"She adores you," she told her quietly. "She told me before that she thinks that you are the prettiest girl ever."
"I have no idea why she likes me so much," Santana admitted, blushing.
"But she does," Natasha replied. "She adores all three of you, but you the most."
"She's met me twice," Santana shook her head.
"Kids are good like that. They only need to meet you once to decide that they love you," Natasha shrugged.
"Time to go Tashie?" Jemimah asked.
"Yeah Bub, time to go," Natasha helped Jemimah buckle herself into her booster seat in the back before closing the door and turning to face her friends. Before she could speak, Brittany had enveloped her in the biggest, warmest hug that she had ever experienced. She hugged back gently until Brittany pulled back. The blonde grinned and ducked her head to plant a kiss on the smaller girl's cheek.
"Thanks for today. It was so awesome!" Brittany smiled happily.
"Yeah it was," Natasha agreed, that genuine smile breaking out again. Santana and Quinn both hugged her quickly before they headed back to their car and Natasha pulled out of the parking lot.
Glee!
Santana invited Brittany and Quinn back to her place for a sleepover that night. Before Cheerios and all of the ensuing drama they had always gone to Santana's for sleepovers. Her Mom had had their basement soundproofed as she composed her own music and wrote her own songs, and Santana's Dad would often be trying to concentrate on his never ending paperwork. It made sense to sleepover in there, they could watch movies and talk and giggle all night long without disturbing anyone. They hadn't done it in so long.
They decided for old time's sake to watch Bring It On, the old cheerleading movie seeming so much cornier now that they were older. But as they had when they were younger, they bounced around, copying all of their routines and laughing their asses off at the ridiculousness of it all. When the end rolled around and Hey Mickey started up in the credits they all got up, dancing carelessly around the room. Brittany was laughing at Quinn and Santana who had their arms wrapped around each other and were swinging around when she heard her phone ring. She picked it up right as the two girls burst loudly into the chorus of the song again.
"Hello?" Brittany tried to block her ear and hold the phone closer to the other.
"Brittany?" a tiny quiet voice asked, so softly Brittany could barely hear it. "-hurt!" was all she heard of the second sentence.
"Hang on a sec," Brittany said to whoever was on the other end.
"Hey guys," she called out. "Guys!" they weren't listening. "GUYS! SHUT UP A SEC!" she yelled. Quinn grabbed the remote and they both looked at her, puzzled. "Hello," she said into the phone.
"Brittany?" the voice asked.
"Yeah?" Brittany confirmed.
"It's Jemimah Isaacs," Brittany suddenly tensed up, causing both Quinn and Santana to start feeling anxious.
"Jemimah? Is everything ok?" Brittany asked.
"No. He came home early and we weren't home and he got SO mad. He hurt Tash and Mommy tried to stop him and he hurt her too and then he hurt Tash some more and I tried to make him stop I tried! And he hurt my arm and I hid in the closet and then he went away and Mommy is hiding and she won't talk to me and Tashie won't wake up! Her face is all bleeding, and she's really, really hurt really bad and she WON'T WAKE UP!" the child began wailing hysterically on the other end of the phone.
"Oh my god. Jemimah we're coming ok? We're coming," Brittany told the child, trying to keep her own voice calm.
"Ok. But hurry Brittany. I'm scared," Jemimah wailed.
"Stay on the phone with me J-," The phone suddenly cut off and Brittany panicked. "Jemimah? Jemimah?" she asked helplessly.
"Brittany what's going on?" Quinn asked.
"It was Jemimah. She said 'he' got home early and they weren't there and he got mad and beat them all up. Her, Tasha and their Mom," Brittany sobbed. Santana was heading out of the basement already.
"Come on!" she hollered impatiently, panic seeping in. She quashed that down, knowing it was no good to her right now. "I'll drive, Brittany you call Coach Sylvester and Quinn call Mr Schue," when Brittany went to dial Santana shook her head. "In the car B," she told her. They ran out to the car, barefoot and jacketless, hoping desperately against hope that little Jemimah was exaggerating the situation in her obvious panic but that if Natasha was as bad as she had said she was that they could get there in time.
Glee!
Have written part of the next chapter and hope to get it up fairly soon so as not to leave you all hanging for too long. Hope you enjoyed this one.