A/N: Hello again! I know this is late & I will not rant on about lack of time, homework, whatever it may be. All that matters is that here is the latest chapter!

Disclaimer: I do not own Glee or any of its characters.


I felt my body beginning to wake up from the brisk morning air. I took a deep breath in and marveled at the fresh smell of rain, letting it seep into my cold skin. Peeking my eyes open I could see the break of dawn stretching over the lush forest and cave entrance. I raised my arms up and stretched all my muscles releasing a heavy sigh. It was after this that I noticed a pair of pale arms snaked around my waist and a mass of blonde hair lying on my chest. The warm body snuggled further into me making small squeaks and whimpers as she too stretched her body from the early hours of the morning.

I watched as her body relaxed against mine again and I lazily ran my hand through her hair, brushing it away from her face. I stared at her admiring her soft facial features that ranged from her caring eyes, small, pink lips, and her beautiful freckles. She looked at me through heavy lids, smiling bashfully at me. I felt a smile spread across my face and couldn't help but gingerly lean down and kiss her softly on the forehead, then the nose, and finally her lips.

"You're back to normal." I say quietly.

"Yeah." She responds.

"I'm really glad you're okay." I begin rubbing my hands around her hips until I hit the raw wound and see her wince.

"Sorry."

"It's okay. Just kind of hurts." She looks down to eye the healing burn.

"It will feel better soon once we get some medicine on it." I reply confidently. She seemed upset almost after I said that. I reached down and grabbed her chin, gently urging her to look at me.

"What's the matter babe?" I asked concerned. I can see tears running down her face and wipe them away before she speaks.

"If I hadn't dragged you out that night to the barn, they would never have taken you… You could have been safe and away from harm. It's all my fault."

"Brittany, this was not your fault. I wouldn't have wanted to be anywhere else but with you, regardless of where that is. Do you understand me?" I told her firmly. She nodded once before smiling brightly at me.

At that moment I wanted to tell her I loved her but couldn't find in myself to say it out loud yet. Through all the years I've known her, I've loved her. I never knew it until we both started to realize those hidden feelings, but they are awake and alive, thriving through both of us. We have gone through so much with each other I love her even more. But I couldn't say it now, not while in a cave covered in blood, sweat, and dirt. So instead I captured her lips with mine to show her my love.

I took my time savoring the taste of her in my mouth, swiping my tongue across her lips asking for access. She reciprocated quickly grabbing my lower lip between her teeth and tugging gently, massaging it afterward with her loving kisses. The kiss was sweet and filled with passion, it made my body burn with a feeling I couldn't name. I could feel her pulse she laid on top of me, stroking my sides and up my torso.

My body continued to heat up, near the point of feeling of fire. I had to pull away in order to take deep breathes and found myself gasping as she continued to kiss hungrily along my neck and pulse point. I steadied myself by grabbing onto her hips, squeezing my eyes shut to cool myself off.

I couldn't help but think this didn't feel right, it didn't feel like any other time I have been intimate with Brittany, which has only really been once, but still. This felt like I had a high fever. My mind was foggy and I couldn't seem to think straight, but I was over stimulated with what was around me.

"Britt, wait stop." I said shakily stilling her movements.

"What's wrong?" She asked looking down at me confused.

"I don't know I feel odd." I replied sitting up with her in my lap. I blinked several times trying to get rid of the sudden unwanted sensation. She placed her hand to my forehead and looked distressed.

"Santana you're burning up." I felt clammy, maybe I got sick over the night?

"I'm sure I'll be fine once we get home and rest." I breathe out deeply.

"Come on, we should get going then." She said standing up, reaching her hand out to help me up.

I grabbed her hand and tentatively stood up but almost immediately felt weak in the knees. She caught me around the waist giving me a questioning look. I focused all my attention on trying to take a few steps, but quickly learned that I had no strength to walk.

"Santana let me carry you." Brittany pleaded while supporting a majority of my weight.

"I'll be fine, just give me a minute or two to adjust." I replied stubbornly. She gave me a skeptical look before letting me attempt to walk about two feet before I nearly collapsed again. Instead of hearing her ask if I'm alright, she just scooped me in her arms and began walking without saying a single word.

I couldn't be mad at her for caring for me, so I simply laid my head against her shoulder and let my eye lids fall, not realizing how weak I must be. Of course I couldn't help but remind myself Brittany is still nude walking freely in the forest without a care in the world… but I would worry about that once we hit the edge of town. For now I can enjoy the rhythmic beat of her heart and her calm breathing. It wasn't long though until we reached the far end of town.

As we neared an empty gas station I told Brittany to let me go in and use the phone to call Quinn. She begged to come in with me but I guessed she wasn't all too concerned about her lack of attire. After some reassurance she agreed to stay hidden while I make the phone call. I approached the run-down store and asked the attendant for a phone I could use. He pointed to the back without looking up from his new issue of "Cars Monthly" magazine.

As I walked to the back of the store I noticed strange things. Like the light flickering in the corner near the beers and the hissing sound the coffee pot made at the front. Everything seemed… different. Vibrant colors, louder sounds, even the taste in my mouth was unnerving. I shook away the thoughts and punched in Quinn's number. It only rang twice before she picked up.

"Hello?"

"Quinn, its Santana."

"SANTANA! Thank God you're okay! Where are you? Is Brittany with you? Is she okay?"

"Jesus, what is this twenty questions? Calm your tits, we are both fine."

"Do you have any idea how worried I've been about you two? I have been looking everywhere and you think-"

"Stop right there Nancy Drew, I don't want to hear your sob stories. I just really want to be picked up so I can shower, sleep, and eat."

"I can't believe you." I heard mumbled under her breath. "Where are you guys?"

"We are out by Johnson's gas station. We'll be near the forest though. Brittany is uh… out of clothes."

"Alright, stay put. I'll be there in a few minutes."

"Thanks Q."

"Hey San?" I heard before I hung up.

"Yeah?"

"I'm really glad you're okay." She says softly.

"Me too. Thank you Quinn." I said before hanging up on her and walking back out to meet Brittany.

I briskly walked out of the gas station before I exploded with nerves. I can't explain it but I felt as if something or someone was watching me, I glanced around outside to see if anyone was out there, but not person was present. I could see Brittany waiting eagerly for me on the other side of the street. I felt my heart jump seeing her smile so brightly at me as I walked over to her.

"Hey babe." I said greeting her.

"Hi." She replied warmly. She raised her hand to caress my face gently and I couldn't stop my eyes from closing leaning further into her touch.

"You've still got a fever San. And you're shaking." She said cradling my face in her hands. I hadn't noticed it but I was shaking,whether it was because I was cold or not, I don't know. She wrapped me into a tight embrace before I got a chance to respond. Just then Quinn rolled up in her car honking furiously. She screeched to a halt and nearly fell out of the car trying to run to us. She tackled Brittany and I into a crushing hug.

"If you two ever do something that irresponsible again I will hurt you both until you are black and blue all over." Quinn threatened jokingly throwing a spare sweater and pair of shorts at Brittany so she could cover herself up.

"Quinn nothing like this will happen again, I won't let it." Brittany said with a smile, but firm tone. I simply nodded in agreement without saying much of the matter.

"Great let me take you guys home." She said walking away back to her car.

"Remind me to thank Quinn repeatedly when we get home." Brittany leaned down and whispered in my ear. I felt agitated all of a sudden so I bit my tongue instead of saying what was really on my mind and marched my way to the car.


Quinn filled Santana and I on what happened after she left the facility. She took Lana to the hospital and claimed she found her on the side of the road with a gunshot wound. They rolled her into emergency surgery in order to extract the bullet but found that it caused severe internal damage. It wasn't long before she passed away. Quinn however stayed with her the whole time. I admired Quinn for her kind personality, especially in such a tough situation like that. She luckily finished the story just as we pulled up to my house. We all got out of the car and Santana immediately went straight to my house without saying goodbye.

"Thanks Quinn for the ride, I think Santana and I will be good from here." I pulled Quinn in for a hug, holding her a second longer to emphasize my gratitude, not just for the ride but for her friendship.

"Anytime Britt, are you sure you don't need me to stay the night with you guys? San is looking a little pale." I looked over my shoulder and saw Santana sitting on my front porch, heavily leaning on the post waiting for me. Her eyes were glazed over and she seemed disoriented. I was starting to get sufficiently worried but she kept brushing it off on the car ride home every time I brought it up.

"Yeah, I am just going to feed her some chicken noodle soup and get her well rested. We will see you at school Quinn." She nodded saying goodbye. She walked back to her car and I waved at her as she drove home.

I walked over to Santana slowly and noticed she hasn't move an inch since we got dropped off. It looked like she fell asleep on the porch. I kneeled down in front of her and brushed a stray hair behind her ear. Even touching her she hasn't reacted. I gently brush my fingers along her cold, clammy skin in order to wake her.

"San, Santana?" She barely opened her eyes to give me an exhausted look before closing them again.

"Do you think you can walk honey?" She let out a quiet whimper as a response.I could feel my heart getting heavier watching as she worsened. What if she caught a bad cold in the cave or something worse?

I sat down next to her wrapping my arm around her and slowly began to stand. She clutched onto my arms for support before leaning heavily into my side similar to how she was leaning against the post. I turned us around carefully to open the door to my house. I don't know if my parents were aware if we were gone or not, but I missed them terribly. I walked into the living searching around for anyone to be home and noticed there was some commotion in the kitchen.

"Brittany sweetie! How was cheer leading camp?" My mother asked excitedly. I stood dumbfounded at what she just asked me.

"Cheer leading camp?" I asked curiously.

"Yes the one Coach Sylvester sent you on? Probably was more like military camp instead of cheer camp considering the practices she puts you girls through. " She laughed to herself.

"Right, yeah it was." I respond flatly.

"Is Santana okay? She looks like death." I looked to Santana and could see she had managed to open her eyes and put on a fake smile for my mother, but was fading quickly.

"Oh yeah she is fine, just was worked really hard and possibly got mono. Lots of girls were sick at the camp." I reply quickly.

"It's because you girls don't sleep as much as you should. Why don't you two go upstairs and relax and I will bring dinner up to you."

"Thanks mom that would be great." I say warmly to her, she just smiles before returning to her cooking.

As Santana and I trudged up the stairs I finally let the feeling of relief wash over me. Relief that we were finally out of harm's way, relief that we made it out of a scary situation, relief that I can hold her in my arms and never worry she'll disappear. Relief knowing I love her and would do anything to protect her. I was able to get my feelings about her sorted out and know that I firmly love her, whether she loves me back or not. I mean, I dearly hope she does.

We made it into my bedroom and I laid her on my bed, hesitantly leaving in order to draw a bath for the both of us, knowing we both desperately needed it. I lit a few candles and turned off the lights to make the atmosphere more relaxing. When it was just about done I went to go grab Santana already knowing she is probably asleep.

I know she would say no to taking a bath right now, but it's important to wash away any grim on our bodies before comfortably sleeping. Maybe even washing away some memories of the last few days could happen in the bath.

I picked her up carefully and maneuvered her to the bathroom. I sat her down on top of the counter and searched her face for any emotion. She didn't even notice that she moved from the bedroom to the bathroom until she saw the bath tub.

"I am going to get you out of these uncomfortable clothes and into the bath alright?" I whispered. She looked up at me and nodded before closing her eyes again.

I began to slowly peel away the filthy clothes that clung to her damp skin. She has had a fever since we woke up this morning and it didn't seem to be going down anytime soon. As I removed one piece of clothing at a time I noticed she started shivering again so I made quick work and stripped my clothes and placed her in the bath first.

She gasped at being submerged in the warm water but relaxed shortly after I settled behind her, wrapping my arms around her. She hummed in content as I ran my hands soothingly up and down her sides. I began placing small kisses along her neck and shoulders admiring the soft caramel skin under my lips.

I grabbed the soap and lathered enough to wash her body tenderly which she willing allowed me to do, even for the sensitive areas. I didn't want her to feel like this was supposed to initiate something intimate, but more so to make her feel safe and wanted, especially cared for. She slowly turned on her side so she could look at me and gingerly opened her eyes.

"Thank you." She whispered. Instead of saying anything I kissed her softly on the forehead and held her tighter. We were enjoying the comfortable silence that fell over us for a while before she spoke up.

"I don't know what I would've done if something happened to you Britt." She wasn't looking at me but I could hear the loving tone in her voice.

"You are the world to me. I never thought I could care for you so much before, but you're all I can think about. You're adorable, funny, beautiful, and have an old soul. I-I… I am just glad you're okay." She finished pulling me closer to her. I realized she was close to saying those three words, I know she isn't ready to say them, but I love her regardless and because I know she is trying.

"You're the first and last thing I think of every day Santana. Don't ever think for second I will let anything happen to you again, I promise I'll do everything in my power to protect you." I captured her lips with mine and poured every emotion I felt towards her into it. We kissed passionately and deeply enjoying every second that passed.

Once we settled in for bed I was able to get Santana to have a few nibbles of the chicken my mom made for dinner. Santana claimed she wasn't very hungry but I don't recall her eating anything since before we were captured. Regardless I had about three full plates of dinner before calling it a night. I was still worried about her being sick but she said she would be good once she slept. I just pray she is right.


The insistent beeping of my alarm clock woke me up from the heavenly sleep I was so thoroughly enjoying. I threw my phone off the nightstand and pulled the pillow over my head. I wasn't ready to go back to school yet, I wanted to be lazy for at least one week before getting back to homework and cheerios practice. However my mom would find it weird since I've been gone at "cheer camp".

I tossed the pillow aside and looked next to me to find the bed empty. I sat up and looked around my room for Santana and saw she wasn't there either. Maybe she went to the bathroom? I leaned over my bed to look at my bathroom door and saw it open with the lights off, suggesting she wasn't there either. She isn't a morning person, so where could she be?

At that moment Santana came barging in and jumped on the bed with a burst of energy. She was wearing running shorts and a tank top. She was bright eyed and fully alert.

"Come on sleepy head! Time to wake up!" She said excitedly.

"What in the world-"

"Let's go get food, I'm starving!" she cut me off before jumping off the bed and racing downstairs.

I sat in shock in seeing Santana as one, being up so early. Two, hyper as a toddler who had candy, and three, she looks like she was never even sick yesterday. It was strange seeing her act this way. I got out of bed and followed her downstairs where she had already began cooking a full breakfast with eggs, pancakes, bacon, and toast.

"Santana what is going on? Why are up so early? I can barely get you out of bed at ten o' clock." I asked bewildered.

"Well I woke up at like six, so I went on an hour run figuring you would wake up at seven, and when I got back I pulled out the ingredients to make breakfast. Also how do you want your eggs?" She replied nonchalantly.

My brain didn't know how to reply to her answer. Yesterday, she couldn't even walk, let alone stand. But today she went on an hour run? I am not even that motivated at six in the morning. She will sleep in well past noon everyday if she could.

"Britt?" She asked pulling me away from my thoughts.

"San how are you feeling today?" I asked walking towards her to feel her forehead.

"I fine, great actually." She said stepping away from me to attend to the eggs. I starred at her confused with her behavior.

"Britt I promise I am fine. Can we just have a good breakfast?" She asked with a pout.

"Stop pouting and maybe we will." I teased.

"Fine but I-"Santana was cut off when we hear the front door being slammed.

"Good morning ladies! I see you made me breakfast how thoughtful." Quinn plopped down in the seat across from us.

"Who invited you?" Santana joked with a smile.

"Oh please I could smell the bacon from my house, which goes without saying you invited me." Quinn quipped back grabbing a handful of bacon.

"Better watch how much you eat there Quinine the Pooh, coach might yell at you." I warned.

"What coach doesn't know won't kill her. Plus she'll make us run for days now that you two have returned. She's been hell bent on making the squad perfect since you guys weren't there. Saying we can be "the best" without the "all-stars" there." Quinn said rolling her eyes at her coach's hysterics.

"Well screw her." Santana said abruptly. She turned a complete one-eighty and was in a foul mood suddenly.

"It's fine San, she'll get over her head trip in a few days." I say optimistically.

"Yeah well I'm tired of it!" She yelled at me. I flinched at her raised tone of voice and stared at her in disbelief. Quinn just sat glancing between her and I before slowly going back to eating her bacon.

"No reason to go She Hulk on us Lopez." Quinn commented noticing Santana death gripping the counter edge. Santana looked down before removing her hands slowly and putting them by her sides.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to snap at you." She said quietly walking to me, reaching out for one of my hands. I retracted from her reach though because I wasn't in the mood for this.

"It's whatever. I am going to go shower, Quinn help yourself to anything in the kitchen." I say over my shoulder without looking giving a second look at Santana.

I shower quickly and grab my cheerios uniform, getting dressed at a more leisurely pace. I couldn't shake the gut feeling that something was wrong with Santana. She was acting weird and I couldn't put my finger on it why she was. I guess I shouldn't question it because she is healthier than last night, but it's not right. But I didn't want to dwell on it any longer and went downstairs.

"Ready Freddy?" Quinn asked eagerly.

"Yes ma'am." I reply with a smile. Santana stood up and looked at my expectedly with a bashful smile. I walked over to her and grabbed her hand before following Quinn outside to her car.

We sat in silence on the car ride to school, I could feel Santana giving quick glances in my direction every few minutes, but instead of returning her looks I gave her hand a subtle squeeze and stared out the window. She never acts this way when we are together in front of people, even Quinn. It makes me uneasy but delighted at the same time.

Once we get to school depart our separate ways with Quinn and say we'll meet up for lunch. I walk to my locker first with Santana closely by my side. I noticed people staring at us as we walked by and I didn't understand what there was to stare at. Yes, we are hot, both together and individually, but what makes today so different?

I stopped in front of my locker and glanced over at Santana and noticed she seemed to be glowing. Her dark skin smooth and enticing, her coal black hair full and shiny, even her eyes seemed brighter and inviting. She was incredibly beautiful today, she is gorgeous every day, but today she stuck out more so.

"What?" She asked nervously under my intense gaze.

"N-nothing. You just look amazing today." I stutter sheepishly. I clear my throat and continue, "You're always really pretty but today you're stunning." She blushed furiously at my compliment and looked at the ground.

"Thanks, but I don't compare next to you." She replied sweetly. I so desperately wanted to lean in and kiss her but knew better of it. So instead I gave her a strong hug tucking my head away to steal a kiss on her neck.

"I'll see you in Biology?" I ask pulling away from the hug. Before she could say anything back Sydney walked up to us with her band wagon of followers.

"Well aren't you two just friendly" Sydney sneered at us.

"What do you want?" Santana said glaring at her.

"Nothing other than to see you two get kicked off the squad. Funny how you're always the coach's favorites, makes me sick."

"You're just jealous." I say stepping towards her. Two of her friends also step forward.

"Back off Pierce, I don't want to report you again for harassing me." Sydney warned.

"Ha! That's funny I'm pretty sure you were the one who started it Sydney." Santana stated matter-of-factly.

"Maybe, but one thing is for sure, I'll sure as hell finish it." Sydney said pushing Santana in the shoulder.

"You wanna run that by me again bitch?" Santana said through gritted teeth.

"You heard me." She said again shoving Santana harder. I already knew what was going to happen and quickly sprang into action and grabbed Santana by the arm and dragging her away.

"Walk away Sydney!" I yelled over my shoulder, too busy trying to get San to do the same.

"That's right Lezpez, walk away with your girlfriend!" She hollered down the hall with a snicker. That just made Santana angrier resulting at her clawing my strong hold on her arm.

"Let me go! Ima have a word with her!" She seethed angrily.

I yanked her into a janitor's closet before slamming the door and turning swiftly around to face her. She was breathing deeply and tried to pace but there was no room to do so. She started to pick up whatever she could find and throw it around in the small closet. Pushing anything on shelves off and thrashing everything around her. I patiently waited until she was done with her temper tantrum to talk to her.

"Santana." I said calmly.

"What?" She snapped.

"What is going on? I know Sydney is a bitch and can get under our skin, but your reaction was over the top. Care to explain?" I asked curiously.

"It was nothing." She said defensively crossing her arms over her chest. I walked towards her putting my hands on her shoulders.

"Look, I know the last few days have been traumatizing to say the least, but you can't g around starting fights with people."

"But I didn't start-"

"Or finish fights for that matter." I cut her off already knowing she was going to blame Sydney. She looked around and took a deep breath before looking at me.

"You're right, I'm sorry. I'll try and stay cool, no matter how much I hate these people." I smiled and gave her a hug and hoped she stayed to her word.

"How about we go to your house after school and hang out?" I ask after we leave the janitor's closet.

"Sounds great. I'll see you later then?"

"Of course."

And with that we both depart for our morning classes for a normal day at school. It amazes me that Santana and I had been kidnapped, tortured, and rescued and no one seems to have noticed we were gone. Makes me wonder what life would be like if Santana and I just ran away together…


This day couldn't get any worse. I was so happy this morning, elated at feeling better and in good health that I took a long run. Then I got back and figured Brittany would want a big breakfast and she wasn't nearly as happy as I thought she would be. Then I snapped at her, which was the first domino of this horrible day.

Then Sydney happened and I wanted to just slap her upside the head. She was agitating and obnoxious being so rude to Brittany and I hate when people treat Brittany that way. But after that classes were just pissing me off. Teachers assigned the same homework that never challenges me, I am surrounded with idiots, and I have this strange feeling all over. I feel like something is crawling all over me and it is making me anxious and on edge. I can't describe it.

Anything and everything is setting me off today. But it also doesn't help my mood is on a constant roller coaster. Like I will be happy with no worries in the world for one moment and not even a second later ready to tear someone's throat out the next. It is starting to freak me out. Plus I will say it was strange how I was barely functional last night and healthy as a horse this morning. But I didn't want to over think that at all.

As the final bell rang I couldn't be more relieved of leaving the school. I eagerly walked to Brittany's locker to meet up with her. I was thinking of all the different things we could do tonight like watching movies, baking, taking another bath, staying wet and hot…

Suddenly I stopped dead in my tracks seeing a football player leaning against one of the lockers next to Brittany's flirting with her. I couldn't stop the anger that boiled inside of me seeing them talking and laughing. I thought her and I had something, why was she talking to him? I clenched my jaw and put on the best bitch glare and strode over to her locker.

"Hey meat-for-brains, what do you need here from Britts?" I cut in effectively interrupting whatever conversation they were having.

"Um, who are you?" He asked dumbly.

"Santana fucking Lopez, that's who. And you're some idiot who think you can get with her is that rght?" I said pointing to Brittany. She just stared at shocked at my sudden attitude I'm guessing.

"Uh, well n-no. We're partners in-"

"Yeah I'm sure. Look, you might as well walk away now before you embarrass yourself or I smack some sense into. You're choice." With that he left without saying a word.

I triumphantly turned around with a proud smirk to look at Brittany only to have it wiped off of my face seeing her infuriated brow furrowed at me. I regained my composure though so she couldn't tell I was already feeling guilty for how I acted. But he had no right flirting with her, she's taken! Well, kind of… I mean I want her to be mine but we haven't talked about that.

"What the hell Santana?!" She hollered throwing her arms up.

"What? He was clearly making a move on you." I reply calmly.

"No he wasn't! We were talking about a math project he and I have to do." She explained clearly frustrated. I pondered for a second before coming up with something to say.

"Well it doesn't matter because I saved you the hassle of turning him down."

"Santana he is only a friend, what's the big deal if he did anyway? I like you remember." She said leaning forward whispering harshly. I already knew that, but I was still speechless.

"Look I'm going to give you a ride home and let you cool off for a bit and I'll come by later okay?" She stated more than asked. Great, now I feel like a complete moron.

We drove home in silence mainly because I didn't know how to say sorry for what happened earlier. I felt guilty about upsetting Brittany but couldn't give much care into anything else about today. I was becoming more frustrated the more I thought about today and then being left at my house alone until she comes by whenever the hell she decides.

I didn't even wait until Brittany parked before hopping out of the car and slamming the passenger door shut. I briskly walked to my front door and didn't even look over my shoulder to see Brittany drive away. I was furious and on edge.

"Hello!" I called out into the empty house, already knowing my parents weren't there.

I'm fuming. It's so typical that they leave me here alone, enjoying their time in some God-forsaken tropical paradise. And to top it all off Brittany is mad at me and I don't even know why! Sure I acted like a bitch today, but that doesn't stop her from forgiving me the next day.

I stomped up the stairs striding to my bedroom. I kicked the door in and threw my backpack haphazardly against the wall before frantically looking around my room. There were photos of my parents and I, Brittany and I throughout the years and all of a sudden it was too much. I felt hurt by Brittany, but I know that isn't logical because she hasn't done anything to me.

I picked up a framed photo of us and threw it against my vanity mirror, watching as it and the mirror shattered, littering my carpeted floor with glistening shards. But it wasn't enough; I swiped both my arms across my desk and dressers, throwing everything to the floor. Anything that was still whole I picked up and threw at my bedroom walls. The wallpaper started to tear away and I couldn't stand that either. I grabbed a fistful and pulled with all my strength loving the sound of it being ripped apart.

As my breathing became less dramatic, I looked around the room at the destruction I caused and felt mortified and embarrassed. I was ashamed of what I had just done, the precious memories I ravaged out of what? Out of bitterness or a stupid fit of anger?

I collapsed on my knees sobbing hysterically because I had no idea what was going on with me today. I was scared and didn't know how to handle it. I ground my teeth together feeling a throbbing headache erupting behind my eyes. It spread quickly until I lay crippled on my bedroom floor when everything faded into darkness.


I called Santana's phone multiple times and left a few voice mails and text messages and I still haven't gotten a response. I know she was upset after school but I just wanted her to have some time to herself and get it together. She has been weird all day and thought maybe she just needed time apart from me.

As I pull up to her house I notice none of the lights are on, not even her bedroom light which I can see from the driveway. I hastily got out of my car and didn't even bother knocking and went straight into the house. It took a minute for my eyes to adjust to her dimly lit house but managed to maneuver through the living room.

"Santana? Are you here?" I scanned the main floor but didn't see any sign of her. I proceeded to her bedroom and slowly cracked the door opened.

When I opened the door I was stunned to see her bedroom in such a disarray. It looked like someone broke in and ripped her room apart to find something. Glass was all over the room as well as broken material items. It wasn't until I saw Santana laying on the floor that my heart sunk. I raced over to her and shook her shoulders.

"Santana! Can you hear me? San?" I ask trying to get her to wake up. She slowly comes back, looking disoriented.

"Santana, what happened?" I ask her worriedly. She looks around the room in horror before her face drastically drops in realization. Her eyes immediately begin to water and she starts crying.

"Hey, hey it's okay." I say soothingly, pulling her towards me. I have no idea why she is so upset but I just need to be here.

"I-I don't know w-what's happening to me." She says shakily. She is really scared and I can feel my heart hurt seeing her so upset.

"Shhh, it's alright. We can figure this out baby. Please don't cry." I cradle her closer and stroke her hair to get her to calm down.

"I'm so scared B-britt." She cries out.

"I know hun, I know. But I'm here. Just breathe."

After what feels like eternity she falls asleep in my arms but I cannot bring myself to move just yet. I Something is wrong with Santana but I don't know what it could be.

But I know someone that may.


A/N: So is Santana a werewolf or not?! Just got to keep reading to find out.

Any ideas/suggestions, leave them in a review. I would love to hear what you thought of this chapter. Until next time.

P.S. I will be writing a new story soon, I am really stoked about it. I'll give you a heads up/sneak peek... It's about mermaids! :)