Chapter 11 – Realm 2?: NASWACONIA
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"Here we are ladies," Joe says as he backs into a parking spot in front of a large building.
'And where exactly is that?' Santana thinks as her and Brittany both smile involuntarily and exit the vehicle. They try to turn and look around but their efforts fall short. Brittany feels herself holding something thin and hard like wood.
'What's going on now!?' she thinks, frustrated with her lack of control.
From their field of vision the two women can see a large crowd of people also walking backwards with them. The surroundings are familiar and as they take their first step up a set of stairs they come to realize the building is actually McKinley high school.
Finally able to catch a glimpse, Brittany sees herself holding a large fan in her left hand. She also notices that she is wearing a completely different outfit. Her white wedding dress replaced with a dark and floral sundress. 'When did this happen!?'
'What!?' Santana responds mentally, getting more and more anxious with each reversed step.
'...We're telepathic now?' Brittany questions, 'And we've changed clothes too...'
'We did?' Santana responds again with a tone of relief.
'I'm in a dress that I haven't worn since-'
Her thoughts cut off as she sees Santana taking off onto another hallway. She thinks over some choice words, continuing to walk backwards in confusion.
'Britt!' Santana shrieks loudly, causing Brittany to wince at the strange booming pulse in her head.
'Just keep talking to me!' Brittany shouts back.
The other woman disappears and as the blonde's eyes run over the rest of the hallway she sees some familiar classmates.
She spots Sue coming out of an odd hug with Mr. Schue and with a turn of the head she finds her dad suddenly there walking alongside her.
His mouth starts moving.
".yenoh das eb t'noD"
His voice shocks her and she doesn't understand anything but her own mouth moves anyway.
".adnap das a hcus m'I .oot eM"
Brittany's annoyance grows as their conversation continues. She wants so much to scream and for this whole thing to end.
".anatnaS fo duorp os llits ma I...tub oot ereht pu erew uoy hsiw I"
The two walk through what ends up being the double doors to the high-school auditorium.
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Santana finds herself staring at photo of her and Brittany from their sophomore year together in the glee club. It hangs in her locker, or her old locker from the school she graduated from only months ago. Her stare is long and she remembers this well. This was the exact moment when she realized that everything was going to change.
'I'm scared Brittany.'
'I know...me too,' Brittany elsewhere, 'My dad is here now...we're sitting in the auditorium.'
".uoy ot pu s'ti, no won morF"
'Hey, is your mom there?' Brittany asks, going back into her memories to try and piece things together.
"...roma im doohtluda fo tnemom tsrif ruoy si siht ,eciohc ym ton s'ti tuB"
'Damn, your timing is perfect,' Santana responds with an already dying relief just as her own mouth starts to move on its own.
"!?suoires uoy erA"
The Latina regards the exchange with a yearning for even more detachment than she already feels. She is sure this counts as a traumatizing experience, and makes yet another mental tally mark when Maribel hugs her.
'...She's talking to me...' Santana cringes internally.
".yaw ruoy ni teg ot seirt ohw enoyna yitp I dna ,tnelat ruoy dna smaerd ruoy tsurt I ,uoy tsurt I"
'It's creepy right?' Brittany asks already knowing the answer.
'That's an understatement.' Santana thinks as her mom backs away from her with a bright smile.
Her hands begin to dig through a recycle bin sitting next to her. She retrieves all the papers and broken pencils she used to keep stacked in her locker and places them back inside.
'..So...I guess I'm about to graduate again...or like un-graduate?' Santana's tone carries with it a tinge of fear. 'Can't you like...wish me away...wish me to be where you are?' she asks when her rewinding parent continues to rewind around the corner.
'...Why didn't I think of that?' the blonde responds in a chuckle, 'I wish for Santana to be with me!' she tries; hopeful.
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Brittany watches from her seat as Santana throws her tassel from one side to the other of her cap with a wide smile. She struts backwards across the stage with ease and the blonde finds herself feeling something extremely familiar.
When Santana hands over her diploma and comes down from the stage it sends a reverse shiver up Brittany's spine.
'You're still in here right?' Santana asks as her eyes find Ms. Pillsbury's big smile on the way down.
'Right behind you,' Brittany replies, her arms already outstretched for a hug, the fan pinning between the blonde's hands and Santana's red gown.
'Remember this?' Brittany asks, enjoying her involuntary movements for the first time.
Santana breathes her answer.
'...Brittany.'
'...Hmm?' She would definitely be smiling right now if her physical body wasn't already beaming with happiness.
'-Brittany!' Santana shouts as she departs from the embrace.
'Okay!...No!...wait! I wish!' Brittany scrambles to come up with the different ways to keep them close. 'I wish for Santana and I to be where Sugar is!'
Her hands continue to clap when Santana walks towards a set of red curtains.
The brunette smiles broadly and dances with a little shimmy shake on the way through.
"!zepoL anatnaS"
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esaesid sremaedr eht tog ev'ew sdik pu ekaW
Santana prances along within a large circle of glee club members past.
'My Cheerios uniform!'
evil ot nosaer a tog ev'uoy pu evig t'noD
She finds herself more than amused hearing one of her favorite songs come out of her mouth in reverse, and it subsides her worries for a while.
Brittany's face stretches into a smile at Finn's god awful dancing skills.
He dances behind Rachel who dances behind Mike, all the un-graduated seniors dancing around a smaller circle of everyone else.
'...Ugh,' Brittany winces internally.
For a fleeting second, the blonde thinks that just maybe she caught a glimpse of Sugar there dancing next to them. But she knows better.
The celebration continues and picks up speed with each step from the outside circle as the inside circle sways in unison. Santana struts backwards and finds herself in front of the blonde again.
'Too easy huh?'
'I just went around these guys twice,' Santana responds as her hands grab to pull Brittany into a little dance. 'She's not here...I'd spot that smile anywhere.'
Brittany pauses her racing thoughts for a moment. 'Yeah, me too.'
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'Are we time jumping?' Santana bites, annoyed at the pace of this never-ending ride.
She goes in to hug Brittany again and the next thing they know they're in another part of the room where everyone just sits and smiles at the two.
The hug ends with a few silly gestures and the brunette glides backwards to fly on the top of the choir room piano.
Brittany giggles internally at the sight. 'I guess-'
The scenery quickly changes again and they find themselves in Breadstix with Maribel.
'-so,' Brittany thinks as her face smiles at the older woman.
Santana turns from her and also smiles before bashfully covering her face over a yesteryear conversation on one of her childhood memories.
The two women just sit and watch the reverse shenanigans play out before their eyes. They take it all in and both silently wish they could go back. Go back to a time when things were easier, and when nothing and no one could get between them.
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'Where did you go!?' Brittany screams from within, her own body meandering around a crowd of even more backwards people.
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'Santana!?'
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'Can't you hear me anymore?!' Brittany tries to force her mouth open to physically speak and almost makes it happen. She almost makes it move but the she finds that it's taking a lot of energy to control herself.
The crowded hallways of McKinley gradually empties out the more she walks. Her body seems to know exactly where it is going and as she makes her way through locker room doors, memories of her and Santana rush to greet her.
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The brunette screams into an eerie silence.
She can feel her feet moving below her still in reverse. It's an odd sensation when you're not able to control your own limbs.
She walks through the exact hallway only moments after Brittany leaves it.
There are no other people around her but instead of being able to see the complete hallway interior all the brunette can see are vivid images and thoughts of every moment she has ever shared with Brittany during their time there together.
From freshman year to graduation she finds herself reliving not only the visuals but also the feelings of both her and the other woman.
'...Christ!' She moans at the sensory overload.
Hugs, kisses, and pinky links flash across her eyes with a brilliant light and quickness.
'Cannot contain the FEEEEEEEEELS!' She mentally screams as a small smile creeps across her face and pushes up towards her eyes.
The memories pick up in speed and soon her entire body traps into a state of euphoria.
A state quick to enter and quicker to leave.
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She stands there motionless.
She hears a locker door close inside of a nearby room.
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Taking a slow step forward she's surprised to have regained the physical use of her body again.
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Moving towards a set of red doors Santana feels anxious about what could possibly be on the other side.
They squeak loudly when opened and close slowly behind her.
The locker room is dead silent.
She cautiously steps further inside.
Walking on her own again almost seems odd and unnatural but she keeps going, wanting to find a possible end to this madness.
Turning a corner and slowly gaining the courage, she attempts to scream out for Brittany, but just before the words leave her lips a tall figure enters her peripherals just to the right of her.
She gasps when she fully turns her head but not only out of startling fear.
It's Brittany, and for some reason she's sweating and panting.
Santana just stares ahead unable to move.
The blonde wears a small red towel around her neck, over her Cheerios uniform, and it looks as if she had only just walked in from cheer practice...which wouldn't make any sense at all because there isn't anyone around.
Brittany doesn't seem to have as much control over her body as Santana does and for a moment it scares the brunette when Brittany reaches to drink from her sport water bottle without looking her way.
But then she does just that.
All of the air in Santana's body releases when their eyes meet.
She remembers this moment perfectly. Every aching second of it.
As Brittany swallows her water, a slow and inviting smile strides across her face.
Santana feels like she is just one blink away from passing out...her body swaying and her knees shaking.
It is contagious. Infectious. She smiles back into blue eyes.
It is like every moment has come down to this. The moment when everything became clearer. The moment when Santana knew beyond any self-doubt that her best friend was actually so much more than that.
She could never forget this moment. Just one day after their first time. Their first time with feelings and their first time after having verbally shared those feelings...even though both women had felt something within their hearts for each other since the very beginning.
Since 'hi'...Since 'my name is'...Since 'nice to meet you too.'
Since the start.
The deep twinkle in Brittany and Santana's eyes reflect perfectly the twinkling stars above them in their new surroundings.
"Nooooo!" the brunette screams.
They both scramble from the awareness of being back in Brittany's bed for the umpteenth time.
"What!?" Brittany screams in return and bangs her head back into her headboard in the process. "OW!" she winces.
Santana inhales and exhales deeply and rapidly.
"Agh-" Brittany winces again, "Hey, come on...sit up."
She grabs the smaller woman and pulls her into an upright position, Brittany's blankets held firmly in place underneath both of their armpits.
"...Thank God," Santana blinks around, trying to balance out her emotions. "I thought we were up in space again Britt...the fuck? Is this your room?"
Brown and Blue eyes dart around the night sky above them...where Brittany's roof should be.
"Well...this is definitely my room," she whispers, scooting closer to Santana's side. "But where's the-"
A distant sound rumbles through the house and shakes it slightly.
Their eyes try to adjust to the darkness, the sky is a little cloudy and there is no light besides the bright stars and shining moon.
"Did you hear that?" Brittany asks, already knowing the answer.
Santana breathes her response shakily.
"We should hide."
"Weapons...we need weapons."
"And Sugar...where in the ass burgers is Sugar!?"
The two go back and forth in whispers, trying to plan out a proper escape.
Another low rumble sounds, this time with slightly more force.
Santana thinks back to all of the horribly scary moments these cookies have brought upon them both and a piercing chill runs through her. "No me gusta! No me fucking gusta!" she whispers into a yell, "Brittany! One gun. One machete. Let's bounce!" she yells into a roar.
Her panic spikes from yet another earthquakish rumble, again getting much closer.
Brittany quickly wishes for the requested items and unwraps her arm from around the brunette.
The weapons hit the floor in front of her bed hard, and with that reassuring sound the blonde hops out of the blankets in an attempt to retrieve them.
"Don't move yet Santana, it's too dark in here," she continues to whisper, trying desperately to detach herself from the fear that feels like a whole other layer of skin now.
Once she feels her hands around both weapons, she picks them up and slowly rises.
When she fully stands a small twinkle of light catches her eye; directly in front of her.
"Britt come on," Santana moans, anxiety ridden.
Brittany steps back just as the clouds start to move around in the sky, uncovering more of the moon and allowing for more light to pour into her otherwise dark room.
Just as she is about to turn around another twinkle appears and her movements halt.
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"Oh hell no!" the brunette shouts into the night air.
With the moon fully shown and even more light filling into their spaces...a face appears, holding those two twinkling eyes, smiling...big and uninviting.
"Hello?" Brittany waves the big gun in front of the body, just standing there vacant of any emotion. "Sam?" Brittany asks again, slowly backing up until she scurries back into Santana's side.
"...Imma cut his fucking head off," the brunette whispers, eyes locked dead ahead.
Another rumble shakes the house, close enough to shake Brittany's bed a little as well.
To their ever-growing horror not only does the body of Sam keep still, but as their eyes adjust and the fear opens up their awareness a little more, they can see the guppy faced guy isn't the only one in there with them.
Santana throws her trembling hand over Brittany's whimpering mouth.
With her other hand, she slowly takes the machete from Brittany's and replaces it with her own death grip.
Brittany shakes her head with wide eyes, not wanting the other woman to move an inch because she doesn't know if she will be brave enough to get up herself.
A small crowd of about sixteen twinkling eyes and eight unwavering smiles surround the two women. They stare with their faces beaming permanently as if they were all made of stone.
"...Thy arn't mo'ing" Brittany mumbles through Santana's clamped hand. She sets the gun down and moves to release the brunette's grasp, "...They aren't moving," she whispers again.
"Pick the gun back up Brittany," Santana says not turning to look at her, still shaken at the sight of now familiar faces.
A rumble tears through the house, louder than ever before. It shakes the bed violently, causing the two to crash into each others sides. This action becomes something like a trigger for the crowd, who all now find a steady pace towards the bed.
The faces coming more into the light reveal themselves as friends of the Brittany and Santana.
Sam, Mercedes, Tina, Blaine, and Quinn all dispersed throughout a small group of McKinley Cheerios and Louisville Cardinals. Arms outstretched.
Santana's red-headed acquaintance from her university is also there lurking in the shadows, and as they all move forward, the small crowd separates into two as each turns its focus on one woman.
"Brittany, pick up your gun!" Santana screams and suddenly realizes how cold she also is. She looks down in confusion to see herself without a shirt on, and after wiggling around underneath the blankets, no underwear either.
Brittany is also naked.
With each agonizing second the rumbling sounds outside churn out like heavy punches to the earth, and on the dying of the last rumble...or step...Santana assumes the worst.
The groups menacing yet dreadfully slow movements pick up speed, and-
"Abuela!?" Santana screams into a shriek as she sees one gigantic arm extend through the top of Brittany's house.
Brittany freezes in a state of shock as she is left alone with the surrounding foes disguised as friends. They all wrap around her and lift her clean out of the sheets and into the cold air. It is only now that she notices her lack of clothing but it's also the very least of her worries as she catches an also bare and flailing Santana being dangled away by her gigantic grandmother.
The blonde's body sits perfectly on top of freezing hands that hold on to every inch of her. From head to ankles, she gets carried like a trophy from her dark room, down her staircase, and out into the street.
Santana screams from her Abuela's monstrous hands when she sees Brittany again but they become muffled once the old woman rolls her up into the fetal position inside of the cold palms.
Brittany fails to launch for release when even more cheerleaders rush to secure her. The only body part she can move are her eyes and she takes in the surrounding circus-like view of the neighborhood.
Lawn chairs in front of every house on the block filled with friends and family watch on and roar with enthusiasm. Her parents next to Santana's parents next to even more of their friends...next to the Statue of Liberty?
"Kur- ...Rach-!?" Brittany screams, before being muted by random hands. Her whimpering continues and her eyes try not to blink at the sight of The Statue of Liberty indeed just casually sitting in the middle of her loud neighborhood. She sees two old friends walk through its entrance and disappear inside.
At this point, nothing should surprise her, but things just keep getting weirder and weirder.
With Santana silenced, clutched within the care of her elder standing as tall as the statue, and both of their naked bodies on display to their cheering friends and family, the blonde makes a silent promise to herself to never get high again. Like ever. Not even a contact high.
"I love you baby!"
Brittany recognizes her mother's voice and a rare surge of embarrassment washes over her. Her everything is currently exposed, her everything, including Santana. Even if it is all fake she still cringes to hear her father also call after her.
"Have fun kiddo!" he shouts with the enthusiasm he always seems to have, in reality, no matter what he is doing.
After the short-lived embarrassment, annoyance follows. The trek from her bedroom has given her sores from the bumpy ride on top of frosty hands, strong and squeezing her bareness every step of the way. She can't see much of anything except directly above her, keeping what little she could of Santana in her sights.
The Latina doesn't dare move.
Luckily she is in a position to where she can see everything that is taking place below. But just because she can see it doesn't mean that she can fully understand anything happening.
"Woohoo!"
Santana turns only her head around at the sound, trying not to make any other significant movements.
"...Rachel..." she whispers to herself through gritted teeth. She knows the other woman isn't real and has absolutely nothing to do with what's going on right now, but none of that keeps her from blaming the short brunette anyway.
She side eyes her intensely as the woman twirls around under Kurt's hands, both of them dancing lightly on top of the massive statue. This marks the second time she's seen them both since eating the cookies.
She quickly becomes aware of the connection and none of it surprises her, having thought about those three things for a very long time.
Kurt, Rachel, and New York.
But in the middle of her neighborhood? "Ugh," she groans, turning back around to find Brittany again.
She feels mocked by their presence alone, and refuses to watch them any longer while being held hostage and naked.
"...Fuck that statue...I'll make my own decisions when I'm good and read-" she mumbles until she sees what happens to her tall friend in the evolving chaos.
"-Oh God Britt."
Santana's jaw drops at the sight, her distraction getting the better of her.
Brittany's milky white skin shines underneath the full moonlight.
She isn't distracted by the impossibly tall, as tall as the statue, cheerleading pyramid. No. Not at all. The cheerleaders made up of every girl and guy on the Cheerios; on the Cardinals. Nope. No way.
She completely disregards it like it's no big deal, like she has seen it a dozen times before. No biggie.
None of the surrounding scene even phases her anymore. She has one focus and one focus only. And that focus makes her head spin because it's not just on one thing. It's not just Britt; it's Brittany. All of Brittany.
All of Brittany.
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The blonde rises to the top of this impossible pyramid in a way that wouldn't be physically possible without 'The Unicorn's Snatch.' The cheerful boys and girls of WMHS and UofL grab arm, grab leg, and lift without any strain or much of any effort really.
It doesn't make any sense to Santana's brain as she watches. She's worried for Brittany's safety but also feels a little something else deep within. Her breathing gets heavier and she tries not to move an inch. Her eyes strain to focus only on Brittany's face, and not the rest of her beauty.
She feels an ache and a longing and it angers her. Her emotions are all shook up. She feels helpless in her grandmother's cold captivity...and helpless in her heart. Her body heats up at the mere sight of Brittany and it warms her shivering body like a blanket.
Abuela senses this.
Santana's sight goes to black.
The old woman shuts her out from everything.
Fear yanks off her blanket and wraps itself around her.
"You're sick."
Santana clenches her eyes shut and covers her ears at the vibrations of her Abuela's voice. She's speaking normally but it sounds in itself like its own earthquake.
"...And this is going to be fun!" she roars again into a laugh that could destroy whole cities.
Santana breathes even heavier now when her dark chamber begins to...bounce?
The Latina finds herself rolling back and forth, flipping over, and her head pounds into icy palms with every movement. The old woman shakes Santana senseless as she begins to walk forward towards the perfectly structured human pyramid.
"STOP!" she finally screams, her voice creating an eery sound inside of the hard hands.
"Aw nieta," the old woman teases, "Don't you want to play!?"
The tumbling continues and the dizzying movements begin to take its toll on her. She tries to fight off her nauseousness and settles for the heavy tears that stream down her cheeks.
"Stop!" she whines out.
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The shaking stops but when Santana gets transferred to her Abuela's right hand she whines again as the freezing air hits her body. It's only for a short moment though because the hand squeezes around her as if she were a stress ball.
She lets out an unrecognizable sound that her Abuela is only amused by.
"Shhh!" she hisses into the closed fist with shiny black hair spilling out of the top, "I must concentrate!"
Abuela drops both hands to her sides and changes her stance slightly, angling her body to the cheer pyramid with narrowing eyes. Santana can't see shit and doesn't know how much more of this she can take.
Brittany on the other hand has seen it all and once settled at the apex, without anymore hands holding her down and covering her mouth, she screams the loudest scream she has ever screamed.
The crowd of relatives and friends below are all unfazed but her voice alarms Abuela into action. The old woman furrows her brow at the blonde and they lock eyes.
Brittany can see her anger, and feels the rising of her own as she thinks back to the last time she had ever actually seen the woman.
She was twelve.
It was the very first time in her life that Brittany had ever thought ill of anyone.
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Santana wanted Brittany to sleepover at her Abuela's house on a Friday night. Her parents had gone out to dinner and Santana has never really liked being alone in a house with her grandmother. The old woman could put a fear in the devil himself. Luckily Brittany's parents said yes. Everything was going well, they both had eaten before they had arrived so the potential crisis of dinner and face time was averted. But it was the, "Lights out! And watch out for the ghosts!" part that really fucked the night up. That was Abuela's favorite phrase to end the night with when Santana stayed over and she was used to it. Brittany wasn't. The young blonde crawled right up next to her as soon as her grandmother shut the door.
That's when it happened.
The moment the young woman had wrapped her arms around her, she knew it was over. Being innocent. Childhood games. Santana let out a deep breath she didn't even know she had held all night long and hugged Brittany back. Hushing her cries and trying to sing her fears away. But it escalated quickly. Too quickly, and soon the two had shared their first real kiss that they had ever shared; with anyone. The more they kissed the closer their bodies had gotten and it was too late for them to pull away and pretend like nothing happened, when so much had happened. Santana did just that though and tried to get as far away as she could from Brittany's hug, from her own hug. But Brittany didn't want to let go, and just as she leaned in for one last kiss on the forehead, Santana's Abuela bursts through the door in her own effort to scare the two out of pure amusement.
Her plan backfired.
The older woman scared herself. She let her own fears take over and she snapped, grabbing Brittany and her things and pulling her out into the street, calling the young woman's parents to "come and get her." Brittany, of course, had asked what was wrong. Why she was being sent home. Abuela just looked at her and said-
"Fantasma!"
The ear-splitting roar from the giant yanks the blonde out of her memories. Her eyes go wide at how perfect the timing is, and that old and tucked away fear comes rushing back to her. She had never thought to ask what that word meant after that night, and still has no idea.
She searches the large and wrinkled hands for any sign of her friend.
"Fantasma!?" the old woman roars again with a slight smirk, this time it comes out like she wants nothing more in the world than Brittany's attention. "Keep you eyes on me!"
"SANT-!" Brittany calls out.
"Cállate!"
The old woman wears a calm and evil grin. "I have something to show you," she deadpans with a heavy accent.
Pulling her right hand back behind her and thrusting it forward, she releases the naked and curled up brunette out of her confinement.
Brittany gasps.
Santana might as well be rolling at the speed of light. The pyramid her target.
Brittany doesn't take her eyes off of her and screams again trying not to think about how far down her own fall will be.
Santana cries at her lack of control, she knows exactly where the woman is now and the last thing she wants is to make her fall from that fucking high.
The surrounding crowd cheers her on and she thinks she hears her mother's voice as she makes full head-on contact with the first long row of cheerleaders.
The collision is out of this world.
It sounds like an explosion, and if Santana didn't know any better she'd think she just exploded.
Her body continues to roll on at half speed, taking one unconscious male cheerleader right along with her down the street. She's dumbfounded to have only felt massive amounts of pressure and no pain.
Slowing down and kicking at the random male body entangled with hers, Santana screeches out for the blonde, knowing better than to get her hopes up about it all being over. Brittany hears it faintly but focuses back on her own predicament when the foundation supporting her slowly begins to crumble from the bottom up.
As she comes tumbling down the first thing Brittany grabs are her boobs, for some protective covering of course, and she curses the day she ever accepted those damn drugs from Puck.
*splash*
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A/N:
NASWACONIA?
Naked And Scared Without Any Clothes On – Noooooooooooo! - I'm Afraid!
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Ugh, Late update :/ I slowed down over the winter break and just recently found out that I'm getting deployed w/ the Navy to Kuwait at the end of February...but hopefully even with the long hours I'll still have time to write!
Thank you to everyone who has reviewed and fav'd this story, as cracky as it is haha, I love it! It's only gonna get crazier from here on out, plus writing it is such a HUGE stress reliever! Who knew that letting go and just writing crazy shit actually helps in taking the stress off of being in this fandom :D and also everyday life.
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