Well, I guess you know who I am now. Next is Russian Roulette. What fun!
The remaining two watched as Santana emerged from the woods, with no Finn behind her.
They slowly turned around and saw a standing Artie. He was grinning madly, almost baring his teeth.
Mr. Schue stepped in front of the shaking girls. Artie snapped his fingers. Jesse and Sebastian emerged from the woods and swiftly bound him to a chair.
"Perhaps I should explain." He started.
"I was confined to this chair because I am clinically insane and it's easier than a strait jacket. I have a vendetta against you two. Santana, you stole Brittany from me. Brittany, you left me for her. So, let the game begin!" with this he handed them each a gun. "I think you are both familiar with Russian Roulette?"
Santana and Brittany hugged each other.
"I love you so much Brittany." Santana whispered.
"You too." Brittany said.
They knew that one of them would be dead within a few minutes.
Artie smiled cruelly. "Actually, there's a twist to this. You're not holding it to your head, you're shooting the other."
Santana and Brittany faced him in horror.
Sebastian and Jesse each pulled out a gun and held it to their heads to ensure their death.
Brittany gulped.
"I love you." She said.
"You too." Santana replied.
She shot. Nothing happened.
Santana shot. Nothing happened.
Brittany shot. Nothing happened.
Santana shot. BANG.
Santana had managed to miss her head and her heart, rather hitting her shoulder.
Brittany fell and Santana felt several tears run down her face.
Artie took the gun from her and held it to his head. The other two killers did the same.
He smiled.
"Congrats, you won. Bye."
Santana sank to the ground as they shot and fell. She grabbed Brittany, who surprisingly was still conscious.
She shook her shoulders slightly, but Brittany's eyes were unfocused.
Santana noticed the space that was now prominent in between her breaths, and she pulled off her shirt to staunch the wound. Mr. Schue managed to rip free of the chair and he started CPR as her breathing ceased. Santana called 911.
"Hello, what is your emergency?"
"Hi, yes, we have a major GSW in the field by Breadstix." She looked around, realizing that was exactly where they were.
The operator immediately sent an ambulance.
Santana covered her face with her hands as she madly started the kiss of life.
Brittany's eyes fluttered and she started breathing again, but they were shallow and quick.
"Tana I love you."
Santana's eyes were wet with tears as she stared into deep blue orbs that were slowly glassing over.
"Brittany I love you so much. Stay with me and focus on my voice."
"I-I-"
She shuddered.
Santana grabbed Mr. Schue's hand as her breathing slowed.
"And the songbirds, keep singing, like they know the score." She sang softly.
"And I love you I love you I love you, like never before." Brittany said, her breathing coming much shorter now. They heard an ambulance pull up directly to them and they grabbed Brittany.
Santana hopped in the ambulance.
"Please be okay Britt. Please don't let him win."
Brittany gripped her hand. Her lips were turning blue and she murmured, "Because of that anything I think anything's possible." And "Proudly so." And other quips like it until they reached the hospital. Santana gave her a kiss before she headed into surgery.
Hopefully she'd be okay.
AN: Okay, I love Brittana so I couldn't kill them off. Yet. More later, I actually should not be on my laptop due to a concussion I have from running violently into a door. No lie.