Summary: Santana can remember things that have never happened to her. Things that have happened to other people. Things like war. Or love. Or terror. How will she react when Brittany is in danger and she realises that everything she knew was a lie?

A.N. Thanks again to Alex Ryzlin Gold for the review! And to jbravo730 for the message! :) I went from 10 reviews to 1 in the space of a chapter though, did I do something wrong? D:
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I don't know anything about motocross/bikes/racing other than what I researched to write this. I know that some of it is bound to be wrong, because I couldn't find everything I wanted, so sorry.

Chapter 13

The past week had passed quickly since last Sunday where I had spent all day hanging out with Brittany and her family. Most of my time was spent in school or at Brittany's house, still trying to stay as far away from home as possible. I had been forced to attend the weekly Monday dinner, in which I avoided eye contact and conversation with my brother as much as possible. I also went to a couple of the other dinners, mostly because I didn't want to leave Anna alone with my family, with no explanation of my whereabouts.

It was now Saturday, which signalled the day of my date with Brittany. Honestly, I was unsure whether or not it was an actual date; it sounded like it was when she had asked, but I was too scared to check in case she said no. I had a hard time choosing my outfit but I had decided on a pair of dark skinny jeans and my leather jacket, not wanting to stand out too much from the rest of the people at the race.

Slamming my car door shut, I looked around at all the people milling around me, wheeling dirt bikes and laughing with each other. I was meant to be meeting Brittany, but I had no idea where she would be, of course it also didn't help that I'd never been here before.

I arrived by myself. Brittany had to go to her cousin's house and borrow his bike, because she didn't have one of her own, then she'd ride here. I had offered to pick her up, telling her that I'd borrow my brother's truck but she declined, insisting that it was too much hassle and it was easier for her to get it herself.

Luckily, the race was hosted at the Allen County Fairground in Lima, so I didn't have a long drive.

I decided to follow the crowd, figuring they would lead me to the track and to Brittany. I was being jostled from every direction, which I found I didn't mind too much, as the excitement was electric and contagious. Little children were running around me, while parents called after them and couples walked hand in hand. There was a wide mix of people here, from bikers with unkempt beards to everyday families and their children, I enjoyed watching everyone as I walked.

Finally, I made it to the racetrack, looking around, Brittany finally caught my eye, she was talking to a guy dressed up in racing gear. I was making my way over to her when she noticed me coming. Smiling to the man, she turned away from him, and began walking over to me, meeting halfway.

"Hey, you made it," she grinned, looking down at the floor shyly before looking back up, catching my eyes.

"Of course. I promised I'd come, didn't I?"

"That's what she said," she laughed. "But yeah, I just didn't know if this would be your scene."

"My scene?" I chucked. "Well, I can't say I wasn't surprised when you told me that this is one of your hobbies. But it's cool, I love it already, and the racing hasn't even started yet."

"Really?"

I nodded and let out a hum. "So, who was that you were talking to?"

"Oh, one of the other racers. I've seen him at a few of my other comps, he's pretty cool. I'll introduce you to him later if you want, he's checking my bike over at the moment."

"And you trust him with that? Like, you don't think he'll tamper with it, just so he can beat you?"

"No, he'd never do that. He's too kind."

"Sure," I said, not sure if I actually believed her.

She grinned and was about to say something when an announcement rang out, saying that the race would be starting in five minutes.

"I better go and get ready then."

"Yeah, okay. Good luck, not that I think you'll need it. Kick some ass."

She laughed and shrugged, so I pulled her into a hug before watching her walk away, making note of the colours of her helmet and jacket – bright blue and pink stripes – and the number 8 taped above the 'Pierce' that was stitched into the back of her jacket.

I walked over to the start line, getting as close to the front as I could, shoving most of the people out of my way.

The racers started getting in their places, and I could see a few casting glances towards Brittany who was placed near the end, but I couldn't tell whether it was out of fear or malice.

The announcer listed the names of each rider, relaying to the crowd a little about their previous races and statistics. When he reached Brittany the crowd got a little louder as the man said that she was their first female racer in a while, that got a few whistles and laughs. I saw her shake it off and hold her thumbs up to someone further ahead, who I'm guessing was the guy she was talking to earlier, as the other racer reciprocated the action.

The countdown sounded and then they were off, the sound like thunder in my ears. She stayed near the back for a while, just dodging the bikes that seemed to be veering into her, but she was steadily climbing places.

Two of the bikes behind her crashed into each other, and went skidding across the track, hitting the fencing protecting the crowd from it. A few people screamed and jumped back, but the majority laughed and clapped, asking for more.

They were on the third and final lap, Brittany was almost neck and neck, placed in the middle just behind the two other riders who held first position. They both suddenly swerved towards her, forcing her to brake and fall back a little bit, but still only just behind them. They came up to a bend and Brittany accelerated, taking it wide and skidding past the other two, just taking the lead.

I screamed and jumped up and down, until I realised what I was doing and blushed, looking around self-consciously. I turned my attention back to the race and saw that it was just her and another racer really battling now, as the others had fallen back a little more.

He edged up on her right and I saw her glance at him before pulling over sharply, cutting him off. He kept trying to pass her, but she managed to stay ahead as the finish line came into view.

She was a few feet from it when he pulled up along her again, he then veered into her back wheel, causing her to lose control and spin over the finish line.

Her bike skidded along the ground for a few metres, and she tumbled off of it, rolling a few feet away. I screamed her name and vaulted over the fence, ignoring the hands trying to pull me back, as I rushed to her side I was intercepted by a big man in a security jacket who grabbed me and stopped me from getting any further.

I tried to look around him at Brittany, but he stopped me and pushed me face first into the fence. He growled into my ear "stop fighting, and I might let you go."

I stopped moving and he slowly let go of my wrists, letting me turn around to view him. I looked past him and saw her bike laying by the side of the track, but she wasn't near it.

Just then, I heard the announcer scream "and our winner, Brittany Pierce!"

Looking to my left, I saw her standing on the stage, her hand being held in the air by the man speaking, while her helmet was tucked into her side with her other arm. Her face was lit up, and slightly dirty from all of the dust, even though she had been wearing her helmet.

She waved to the audience, and accepted the trophy from him, but was looking around for something.

Her eyes caught mine and she raised a pale eyebrow in question, but I just shrugged my shoulders, embarrassed.

She said something to the man, and he nodded before announcing her name one more time and clapping as she ran off the stage towards me. I shrugged past the security guard who was in my way and turned to face her, grinning while holding my arms out.

She dropped her helmet and trophy on the ground, I was mildly concerned about it breaking, but all worry vanished as she launched herself at me and I caught her in my arms, wrapping them around her back, as her legs gripped my waist tightly.

My lips were engulfed in a warm heat, and it didn't take long for me to reciprocate the kiss, leaning my head in more and gripping the back of her thighs, pulling her into me. The kiss was fast – both in terms of movement and length – and when I pulled away I looked behind her, aware of the large crowd surrounding us. No one seemed to be starting at us, so I looked back to Brittany, her smile becoming infectious as it spread over my face as well.

She squealed into my ear and I hugged her to me, exclaiming "congrats, Britt! I knew you'd do it. You were incredible though, especially with all those guys trying to knock you off." I pulled back slightly and looked at her seriously, "why didn't you tell me these races are like that? You could have died, you don't know how worried I was! I jumped over that fence and that security guard stopped me." I turned and saw him watching us curiously, smirking slightly.

I noticed Brittany was still wrapped around my body, and I patted her on the back, letting her know to get down. She slid down me slowly and then took a step back, looking at the man behind me and grinning widely.

"Hey, Jimmy. What's up?"

"Hi B, nice race. I caught this one breaching the perimeter," he gestured towards me.

"Are you sure about that? I think she just fell over the fence when everyone got really excited and started pushing each other." She said, really seriously.

I looked at the fence in disbelief, wondering how slow she thought he was, but they started laughing and I looked back at them curiously.

"You know, it did look like she hurt herself. And they were awfully rowdy. I think you might just be right, Pierce." He winked.

"Thanks Jim," she hugged him quickly and grinned at me, before picking up her helmet and trophy, nodding at me to follow her. I sent him a brief smile before jogging to her side and following her as she made her way back to her bike.

We reached it and I offered to hold her stuff, which she accepted, as she picked it up and looked it over. It was scratched up, and the mirror on the left side was hanging off, but other than that it looked alright.

She started wheeling it away and I followed as she navigated through the crowd and all of the people congratulating her. She accepted them and the pats on the back gracefully, smiling shyly at anyone who approached her.

We were walking towards the man who had awarded her the trophy earlier, he caught our eye and stopped talking to the other racer with him and promptly shooed him away. The racer narrowed his eyes at us, clenching his fists at his sides, but swiftly walked away.

"Pierce! Again, what a great race. You'll have to visit us more often."

"Thank you Sir, but this race was enough for me for now." When she saw his questioning look she explained "I can't travel very far at the moment."

"Ah, I see. Well, we're all glad you're not hurt by that little tumble earlier," he laughed.

She chuckled and said "us too. Anyway, we're gonna go in a minute, after I have a shower, so-"

"Ah yes, of course! Here," he handed her an envelope and she took it, smiling gratefully, and tucking it inside her jacket pocket. "We'll look forward to seeing you again, if you change your mind."

"I'll think about it," she smiled and turned around, waving slightly. He nodded his head to her, then me, before turning on his heel and walking away.

We started walking back to the parking lot, and I asked her "what was that?"

"What, the envelope? My winnings; $250."

I nodded and made an impressed noise, asking "so is that how much you win every time?"

"I don't win every time," she laughed. "But no, it changes with what kind of track it is, and the different levels or riders. This was about the middle."

"That's cool. What do you do with the money?"

"Save it up. My parents don't really accept it if I offer it to them, and I don't want to spend it on useless things here and there, so I usually just save all of my money."

I nodded and told her "that's better than most teenage girls – or teenagers in general – myself included."

"Not really, I'll spend it in the end, just on something big that I want."

We arrived in the parking lot and she started walking towards the exit. "Where are we going?"

"Oh, sorry. My cousin was busy earlier, which is why I came by myself, but he's free now for a little bit, and is picking the bike up. I thought that we could hang out after this?"

"Yeah, that's cool. I'd like that," I smiled.

"Great," she grinned. Just then a truck rumbled in through the entrance and beeped at us, pulling into a parking space a few cars up.

A slightly lanky man jumped out of the truck and twirled Brittany up in his arms, spinning her around as the bike fell to the floor, and said "I take it by the trophy your friend is holding, that you won?" He grinned over and me, and I smiled back politely before he put her back down, and held her at arms length.

He was tall and thin, but still had a bit of muscle on him, and his blonde hair was scruffy and pointing in all directions. His eyes were a bright green, and were sparkling, similar to the way Brittany's do.

"Yep, first place. The bike got a little, uh, damaged," she winced, "but I'll give you the money to fix it if you let me know how much it will be."

"Nonsense, Britt," he told her as he picked the bike back up from its spot on the ground. "It's just a broken mirror; no problem to fix."

"But I want to pay for it, especially when you let me borrow it in the first place."

"You know I've got another bike at home; I rarely even use this one. Consider it as a well done for winning; spend the money on something nice."

"Are you sure?" Brittany asked hesitantly.

"Positive."

"Okay, then. Thanks!" she pulled him into another hug, but made sure to keep the bike standing between them this time. "Oh, this is Santana!" she turned to me suddenly, and looked apologetic, "Santana, this is my cousin, Charlie."

He held his hand out to me to shake, so I put the trophy in the helmet, and grabbed his hand, shaking it once, firmly.

"It's so nice to meet you; I've heard a lot about you."

I looked at Brittany to see her blushing and smiling shyly, and replied "It's nice to meet you, too. And not all bad, I hope."

He laughed, and said "bad? She can't stop talking about you!"

"Hey!" Brittany cried indignantly.

"I speak the truth, B."

She hit his arm good naturedly, and he grinned back at her before saying "I have to go now. I promised dad I'd be back to help him with some stuff. Well done for winning though, Britt. You'll have to stop round sometime, to have a proper catch up. And bring Santana with you."

"Will do," she nodded "thanks again."

"No problem. It was nice meeting you, Santana."

He pulled her into a quick hug, and then me, but I stiffened slightly. I wrapped one arm around him briefly, but then pulled back, uncomfortable with the contact. "You too," I smiled.

Charlie put the bike in the back of the truck and then drove away, beeping as he passed us.

"He's nice," I commented as we started walking to my car.

"Yeah, he's like an older brother really. I haven't seen him much lately, which kinda sucks. I sometimes wish he was my brother, so I could see him everyday and hang out, like you can with Ricardo."

I froze, before I started walking again, reminding myself that she didn't know anything other than what I had told her. Which wasn't much, admittedly. I made a noise in the back of my throat, and I saw her look at me curiously, but I didn't turn to look back at her.

"What's the matter? Aren't you that close with him, or something?"

I breathed in deeply and shrugged, waiting a few seconds before replying "No. we used to be, when we were kids, but then he changed. I don't talk to him much anymore."

She must have heard the coldness in my voice that I was trying to hide, as she stayed silent and didn't ask any more questions. We reached the car and I placed her helmet in the boot, keeping the trophy in case someone broke into it when we left again. She picked up her shower bag - that had been in my car since the night before for this reason - and shut the boot, walking back the way we came.

When we reached the showers I told her that I would wander around and look at the stalls while she washed, and to phone me when she was done. She said she'd be fast, and then we could get out of there and go somewhere else.

We split up and started walking in the opposite directions, me still holding the trophy for safekeeping.

I had been walking around for fifteen minutes and decided to get some food for us, because she was bound to be finished at any moment – fifteen minutes wasn't exactly classed as a quick shower.

I was in the queue for hotdogs for a few minutes, and then started my walk back. I was on the opposite side from where the car park I was in was, and just passed the 'Gold Permit Parking' sign.

I looked at the cars there as I passed and admired the most expensive ones. I noticed a black Harley Davidson F-150 truck with the same orange and white lines on the door that my brother had, and walked closer to get a better view.

I thought that it was weird that there was another car like his, considering they cost about $50,000 and Lima wasn't exactly full of rich people. The only reason he could afford it is because our father was a doctor, and mother a lawyer, both excelling at their profession and so were paid shitloads every month.

The weed shaped air freshener that he keeps hanging from his rear-view mirror was there, and when I rounded the front it was his number plate.

I took in a deep breath and looked around, unsure of where he could be, and why he was there. Looking at my watch I noticed that it had been twenty minutes since I had last seen Brittany, and started worrying for her even more. There's no way that she was in the shower for twenty minutes.

I took off running for the showers, making sure to look at everyone as I passed, but not much else.

I slowed down as I reached the showers, listening for any sound as I edged closer. I heard voices, and then they suddenly got louder, and I recognised my brother's voice.

Looking around the corner I noticed Brittany backed up against the wall, with her hair still wet and dripping on her clothes. Rico stood a few couple of feet in front of her. Suddenly he surged forward and wrapped his hand around her throat, lifting her up against the wall, holding her so that her feet were off the ground.

Her eyes widened and a choked breath escaped her as she scrabbled at his one hand with both of hers, trying to get free.

I screamed and ran towards them, dropping the food and lifting the trophy in the air. Rico was right in front of me, with his back to me, and I hit him over the head with it, without even thinking about what I was doing.

He fell to the floor, and Brittany followed him, but I managed to catch her halfway there. I moved her away from him slightly and she threw her arms around my neck, clutching me to her tightly as she burrowed her head into the crook of my neck.

I ran my hand down through her hair, to the bottom of her back, then up and down, trying to calm her down. She was gasping against me, and her breath was hitching in her chest, making it hard for her to breathe. I pulled back, even though she just held on tighter, and grabbed her face in both of my hands, resting our foreheads together and looking into her eyes.

"Shhh. Breathe with me, Britt." I took deep breaths in and out for her to follow and smiled at her softly as she did so. I ran my thumbs under her eyes, wiping away the few tears that had collected there, and gently rubbed my nose against hers when she had calmed down.

I heard movement behind me, and turned to find Rico staggering towards us, fists clenched at his sides. When he saw that it was me, he looked shocked and asked "what…what are you doing here?"

I looked at Brittany before replying, swallowing down my guilt at her having to find out this way. "Watching the race with her. What are you doing here?" I didn't know how much he knew about her, and didn't want to risk revealing her name if he didn't know it, even though he'd be sure to find out if he wanted.

His face twisted and he looked back at Brittany, but I shifted to the side, blocking her completely from view. "You attacked me. Why would you do that?"

"You were attacking B-" I cut myself off from saying her name, and continued slightly calmer. "Why would I let you just attack her? You think I'd stand by and watch as you try to kill my friend?"

"So you choose your friend over your own brother!"

I heard Brittany gasp behind me, and felt her move away from me. I looked back at her and found her staring at me with such a heartbroken expression on her face. Turning back around I said "I'd never choose you. Not now I know the truth."

He narrowed his eyes and his mouth twisted viciously. He suddenly charged towards us and I moved toward him, wanting to get him away from Brittany. We clashed together, and he pushed me back a few steps before I gained my footing and kneed him between the legs.

He staggered back and I swivelled to Brittany, pulling my keys out of my pocket, throwing them to her and shouting "go! Get in the car, and get out of here."

She caught them, but I didn't get to see what else happened, because I was suddenly thrown to the side and landed on my back, the air knocked out of me.

I rolled over and pushed myself up, facing Rico again, who looked even angrier. I held my hands up, and said softly "why don't you just let us go? She won't tell anyone, so you don't have anything to worry about."

"I don't have anything to worry about? Nothing other than you fucking my head up again, right? I know it's your fault I can't remember."

"What are you talking about?" I laughed nervously. "How can that be my fault? I don't even know what you're on about."

"Don't fucking act like you don't know what I'm fucking talking about! I'm not stupid, I remember the stuff you said when you were younger. You're such a fucking bitch; did you know what you were doing to me? I bet you did; I bet you planned it."

I shook my head, tears springing to my eyes. "No, Rico, I-"

"Well you can expect me to tell our parents what has happened lately, no matter what happens today, and don't expect them to side with you…if you even get out of this."

"I don't know what-why?" I was crying then, trying desperately to stop, but not able to. It wasn't just what Rico was saying that was making me cry, but the knowledge that Brittany wouldn't want anything to do with me now that she knew of the relationship between me and her attacker.

He laughed darkly and said "don't worry, I'm sure you'll find out soon," before pulling a knife out from a pocket inside his jacket; the same knife that I had found under his bed before.

I sniffed and wiped my face roughly before asking "so what, you're just going to kill me? I mean sure, you're a murderer and everything, but would you really be able to kill your own sister? Mother and Father would never be able to forgive you, and I'm sure you wouldn't be able to either. Just let us go, and we'll all forget that this ever happened."

"You're not my sister," he growled. "And, yeah, I have no doubt that I'd forget," he laughed, then threw the knife at my chest.

I lurched to the side, and felt it cut my arm as I moved, but quickly shook the pain away as he aimed a punch at my face. I didn't move in time, and he caught me on me cheek, causing me to fall to the floor.

I scrambled up, but he kicked me to the floor again and started kicking me in my stomach, making me curl into a ball and try to find a way away from him. I gasped for breath, and saw the knife lying on the floor a couple of feet away, tainted with my blood. I flexed my arm, before pushing off the ground with my feet and lurched towards it, hand curling around the handle.

I slashed at his leg, and he groaned in pain, dropping to one knee and ceasing his kicking. I grabbed his shirt and pulled him down to the floor with me, rolling over to make sure he didn't squash me. Before he realised what was happening I was sat on his back and brought the hilt of the knife down, colliding it into the back of his head, the noise ringing in my ears as he groaned and his head dropped to the floor, no longer moving other than his back rising and falling with each breath he took.

I dropped the knife and fell to the floor next to him, one hand holding me up and I breathed in deeply, trying to calm my racing heart and think through what had happened. I didn't managed to do that though, as I saw movement form the corner of my eye and noticed that Brittany was still there, looking paler as ever but still safe.

I slowly got to me feet, wincing at the pain I felt in my abdomen as I did so, and approached Brittany, who had tears running down her face.

"Britt…I-are you alright?"

She looked away from me, and struggled to answer. "I want to go home now," she finally whispered out, and swiftly walked away.

I followed her with my eyes, unsure of what to do, but then looked around and picked her trophy up from the ground ran after her. She was almost at the car by the time I got to her, having started running as soon as she was around the corner and out of my sight.

I felt for my keys to unlock the car, and then realised she still had them. She seemed to remember that at the same time as me, as she lifted them and unlocked the car, sliding in the passenger's seat and throwing the keys in the driver's one, probably so she didn't have to touch me.

I got in and started the car, then turned to face her, holding out the trophy for her to take. She looked at it with a slightly scared and disgusted expression, refusing to take it, so I placed it gently on the dashboard in front of her, confused as to why she was reacting that way.

The drive back to her house was silent, and she ignored any attempts at conversation I made. The only time she spoke was when I tried to explain what had happened, and that was only to tell me that she didn't want to hear it.

I pulled up to her house and she silently got out of the car, ignoring the trophy that was still placed in front of her, but before she shut the door she said "I can't talk to you at the moment. You lied to me, when you knew how I felt about that. You abused my trust and I don't know if I'll ever be able to trust you again. Please don't try to phone me, or come to my house."

I watched as she ran up to her door and slammed it shut behind her, not looking back once, and then started my car and drove away, hating myself for not telling her sooner and ruining the one good thing in my life.

I just hoped that she would give me a chance to explain what had happened, and why I had acted the way I did, once she had thought about it a bit. There's no way I would be able to live without Brittany, now that I had experienced her friendship, and more first hand.

A.N. You should check out my one-shot 'Say Goodbye', written for the Glee Angst Meme. I prefer it over this and actually found it easier to write. Writing that has made it harder to write this, and I've kind of lost the inspiration for this story at the moment.

Please review and let me know what you thought! And I have an exam Monday if you want to wish me luck ;) Even though I'm sure I'll fail, regardless. Anyway, thanks for reading!