Omg I am so sleepy. I just had my first play and it was a rush! Glad I finally got a chance to upload this chapter, took forever. Well whatever I am back. Read and review! Party party party!
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"Aspire to be a hero than merely appear one."- Baltasar Gracian
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Silence.
An endless, painful void of silence surrounds the perimeter around the two kissing girls. No one knows how to react, not even Brittany. For the first time ever, Brittany wasn't already kissing back. The only time anyone has ever seen them kiss was when they were intoxicated at night parties. This kiss is sober and filled with indescribable emotions most students have never witnessed before.
Santana finally pulls away, gauging only Brittany's reaction. The blonde still has her eyes closed as she licks her lips with the tingling aftershock Santana always leaves her with. A few annoying whistles and arrogant "ews" accompanied by "gross" could be faintly heard. Santana didn't listen, it took all of her strength but she still wouldn't spare a glance the crowd's way. Brittany gradually opens her gorgeous blue eyes and gazes into Santana's deep chocolate ones, drowning in a pool of euphoric lifting.
"Brittany S. Pierce," Santana begins, never once breaking the precious eye contact between them. "You've made me the happiest girl in the world whenever I cried. You were always there for me and you'll always have me. I promise nothing will hurt you ever again- not as long as I'm here. I need you to be mine, Brittany. Beautiful, will you please be mine?"
Santana's strong voice breaks with emotion towards the end but she keeps striving confidently. Nothing can stop her from getting Brittany now, she did everything she had to. Brittany's still gazing right back at her, a radiant smile gracing her face. The crowd leans in anticipation.
"Yes!" She sequels, pulling Santana into her from around her neck. "Yes, yes, yes!"
A few students and the whole Glee club howled out their bellowing cheers, clapping their thundering hands in the sweet joy of a needed victory. Before she knew it, Santana got torn away from Brittany and held up in the hallway by Finn, Puck, and Mike. The once large crowd began to break and scatter with some head shaking as they walk to their lockers. Santana didn't give a fuck, they were simply pissed because Brittany is her's now. Marissa quickly joined the Glee club in their celebration as they brought Brittany and Santana into the choir room, roaring her joy just as loud.
"YOU DID IT!"
"WE'RE SO PROUD OF YOU!"
"CONGRATS YOU TWO!"
Santana finally got set back on her feet once they got in the room, automatically making her way to glue herself to Brittany's lap again. Their foreheads are touching as they smile at each other through their loving gaze. Mr. Schue loudly clears his throat to get everyone's attention.
"Uhh ladies, I think it's time we get to work," he says, averting his eyes elsewhere as he speaks awkwardly.
Marissa stands tentatively at the door, debating whether or not it's in her right to walk in. On account of Santana screaming at her last, she is still uncertain of the girl's polar emotions though at the moment she seems as happy as ever. Deciding on simply taking the risk, Marissa strides into the room.
"Hello, I am the illusive Marissa Von Bliecken and I would like to try out for Glee club," she sweetly smiles, watching for Quinn and Puck's reaction.
They don't move, Quinn is too soaked up in that girl Rachel Berry and Puck is with some overweight chick Marissa won't question about. Mr. Schue spins with a grin so intense his face could split in four.
"YES! I mean- we've been looking for some new members," he clears his throat and corrects himself unprofessionally, crossing his arms. "You want to tryout right now?"
Marissa nods excitedly, pulling to look as confident as she can when really she can run away crying at any given moment. She never worked well under the pressure of people, given her anorexia.
"I'm gonna sing 'Hate on Me' by Jill Scott," she exclaims proudly, reaching out to grab hold of the microphone stand.
As if on que, trumpets and drums began to play according to the songs rhythm. Marissa belted her heart out through the entire performance, from beginning to end with the strength of a true singer. At first Mercedes was a little put off because that was her song, but seeing and hearing how great this girl sung changed her thoughts. By the time she finished singing, the whole Glee club had there mouths gaping at her. Puck and Quinn shared subtle smirks, knowing why the girl particularly chose that song.
"Wow," Mr. Schu breathed when the applause diminished. "That was really good!"
Marissa thankfully nods her head.
"Thank you," she smiles, relief never feeling so damn great before. "Sooo- can I join?"
"Absolutely!" Mr. Schue automatically grins, throwing his hands up.
"You can sit next to us, Valerie!" Brittany calls out, patting the seat next to her and Santana.
Santana whispered her corrections in Brittany's ear. Brittany "ooh"ed and nodded, awkwardly smiling her apologies to the ginger. Marissa only smiled greatfully and took a seat next to the two lovebirds. She cringed away a little since Santana is suggestively sitting on Brittany's lap at the moment.
"Looks like a start to a great day already!"
Mr. Schue could never be any wronger. Sure, the beginning of the day was great and amazing. That is until the final school bell rung. Santana stayed at Brittany's house for awhile, just cuddling and watching sappy movies like Titanic.
"Aww, San this movie is so sad!" Brittany cries out, hiding her face into the crook of Santana's neck.
Santana moved her hand into Brittany's hair from around the girl and gently combed through the shining locks. She delicately hushed her, not really watching the movie at all, only focusing on Brittany for the duration. She never did care for movies that weren't horror or gore, nevertheless she would watch whatever Brittany wants.
"It's okay baby, it's just a movie," she cooed, her other hand coming up to soothe Brittany's soft cheek.
Confusion crossed Santana's face when she felt Brittany smile into her skin. The girl was just crying her eyes out moments ago. Brittany pulled away a little to gaze into Santana's eyes happily.
"I like when you call me baby," she says, her smile only widening. "And I loved that you kissed me today."
"I want to show everyone that you're mine, Britt," Santana shrugs, acting professional as always.
Brittany leans in to peck the girl on the lips before nuzzling back into her neck. Suddenly, Santana remembers she has to get home because there's school tomorrow. She shoots a glance to the clock and sees it's already ten o'clock. Cursing under her breath, she pulls out from under Brittany.
"Where are you going?" Brittany asks innocently and worried, not wanting her girlfriend to have to leave so soon.
"I have to get home. We have school tomorrow," Santana reminds Brittany, hastily slipping on her boots.
Brittany slumps down into the bed with a defeated sigh.
"School is annoying," she points out, as if it would stop Santana in any way.
The Latina nods, rolling her eyes in exasperation. She rushes over to Brittany for one more kiss before leaving. Too bad the kiss lingered a little too long.
"Britt! Britt- I have to go I'll be here to pick you up in the morning, alright?" She finally breaks their lips, catching her breath.
Brittany only smiles dreamily before nodding and pulling the covers sadly over her face. Santana takes a moment to smile at the adorable girl before she takes off. The second she crept out the door, thunder shook the ground. Her expression fell to something more lethal when the sudden down pour began plummeting to the snow, melting it away slowly. Not to mention the rain came in sizes as big as her fist. She stood on the safe porch, contemplating whether she could make the run home.
"I fucking hate life," she deadpans, sticking her middle finger up to the sky.
The second lightening lit the sky like a firework, she stiffened and took off with wide, scared eyes.
"Fucking fucking FUCK!" She screamed out as she ran through the flooding, empty streets.
"SANTANA!" Called a familiar voice.
Santana spun around to see a sight she never thought she would see before. Artie came rolling by, pushing all his weight with the chair as he tried to catch up to the speeding Latina. Santana watches him with a look of pure disbelief. She asks herself is this was really happening.
"Can you help me get home?" He asked desperately over the rain, glasses fogged from the frigid air. "Please?"
Santana couldn't help but have to think about it. I mean, this is the guy that got with her girl after all. It's hard to decide though, since he's crippled and that would be cruel. Brittany has changed Santana for the better though.
"Okay, where are we going Wheels?" She asked, gripping the handles of the wheelchair. "Why the hell are you even out now?"
Artie didn't know how to respond for a second. Santana is actually helping him right now. He cleared his throat when he began to feel like an idiot.
"I was trying to get home from my guitar lessons! It's right down the block! My home is a little past the old oak park!" He yelled over the rain again, pointing forward.
"Alright," Santana grunted, quickly wheeling him forward in the rain.
She ran, pushing him as fast as she could. Rain flew up from where it was pooling around them as they rolled, creating waves around them in the streets. Even though they were slight enemies, they both threw their heads back and howled with laughter. Artie thrashed out his jazz hands as Santana shoved her body to run quicker and nimbler. The waves increased with their laughter.
"Shit!" Artie laughed when they almost slipped on a lone rock they knocked over in the street.
Santana's eyes went wide as she just fixed the chair last second, saving Artie from a rough fall to the concrete.
"I fucking hate the snow!" He roared, crossing his arm.
"Tell me about it!" Santana laughed back, slowing a little to catch her breath with dwindling energy.
"You know, Santana, you're actually pretty cool when you're not trying to kill me," Artie admits, looking up at the girl.
"Yeah, I know," Santana grins cockily to herself. "Should have kept your dirty paws off my girl."
Artie held his hands up in defeat.
"Well, look at this shit!"
Santana froze in the street, tightening her grip around the handles. It wasn't just any voice that said that, it sent uncomfortable shivers down her spine. Her hands slipped off the handles when her grip got too tight and slippery from the pouring rain. She slowly turned her head to see a group of jocks, all holding up pocket knives that reflected off the moon with a deadly gleam.
Her stomach dropped. She should have known better, they fucking live in Ohio. They could kill her if they wanted to. Right now, she's helpless.
"What is it, Santana?" Artie asks, turning his wheels to face the girl and the dangerous group of jocks.
He instantly stopped wheeling and stiffened in his seat. The looks on the boys' faces didn't appear too friendly at all and their intentions are clear. One of them has their arm around a long ladder, holding it horizontally and closed. Santana stared ahead at the familiar jock from the party days ago. He devilishly grinned back at Santana, pointing his knife behind him at the guy holding the ladder.
Right away, the random jock set the ladder up and began to walk forward to Santana. She felt her heart begin to beat rapidly in her chest, nearly ripping through her rib cage in fear. Artie and her have no idea what to do and being paralyzed in horror doesn't help. Running won't do a thing either.
"Try to get your asses out of this and we'll fucking cut you dyke and that cripple too," the jock from the party threatens, another jock grabbing Santana by her arm.
The defenseless Latina got shoved to her knees down in front of the ladder. Her hair got roughly pulled back by a big hand, making her eyes look up to where the ladder lead to: a telephone line. Eyes widening in fear, a thousand useless prayers chanted in her head as tears began to stream down her face along with the pelting drops of rain. She's never been so petrified in all her life.
"Climb."
The command came simple but demanding. Her hair got let loose though her head was pushed straight into one of the steps. A slight echo rang from the step as her forehead collided with it, her hands flying to shield her head as she clamps her eyes shut in pain.
"Move and I'll kill you," a jock whispered in Artie's ear, the boy quivering as adrenaline pumps through his veins.
He looks pleadingly at Santana, wanting nothing more than to go save the girl. He wished he has his legs now more than ever- and means it too. Santana's misty breaths came out ragged as she proper herself up on her knee.
"I said. Climb. Up." The jock spat out between his teeth, picking up Santana by her hair once more.
She cried out and tried to get his grip off her hair but she is too weak. She is always a little too weak, it seams. When she felt one of the knives on her back, she quickly gripped onto the ladder and went all the way up to the top, nearly slipping off at some points. Suddenly, the ladder began to move from underneath her. Her heart nearly stopped as she leaned forward and desperately grabbed for the electric line.
The second her hands gripped onto the thick, rubber material, the ladder collapsed from underneath her with all the jocks laughing as she dangled from above. She cried out when she feels her hands loosen before clasping the line again, rain pouring around her and making her clothes heavy. Tears stream down her face as she tries to keep her eyes shut so she can't look down. Then, she did.
"PLEASE!" She cried out, attempting to kick her way to balance in the sky, holding onto the lines as if they were her life line.
"GET HER DOWN SHE'S GOING TO FUCKING DIE!" Artie roared out forcefully, fucking all proper rational thought and driving for the jocks.
Lightening cracked in the sky and Santana cried out again, shaking with fear as her arms grow tired. She can't let herself fall though, even if she makes it she'll get injured or the jocks will slash her. She has absolutely no way out.
One jock caught Artie by the arm and threw him out of his chair. He roughly thudded to the moist soil, dirt smearing across his face. Another jock was about to head towards him to beat down his crippled body until a large metal object swung and hit the back of his head.
"GET THE FUCK OUT OF HERE I CALLED THE COPS!" Marissa roars out, bring the ladder over to where Santana dangles. "YOU GUYS BETTER FUCKING RUN BECAUSE EITHER WAY YOU ARE FUCKED!"
Just like that, all the jocks sprinted off into their trucks and bolted off into the endless streets. Marissa has yet to call the cops, though. Before she does anything she knows she has to get Santana down and safe first. Setting up the ladder, she carefully aligns it and climbs up until she can get a hold around Santana's waist. The girl shakes with fear and freeze in her arms as she guides her to the steps.
"Santana, are you okay?" She asks, concern thick in her voice.
The Latina can only violently shake her head as she clings to the girl's hand, slowly going down the ladder with her on opposite sides. Her breaths are still hoarse and sore as she rapidly tried to steady her racing heart. When they finally reached the bottom, Santana clumsily ran to Artie and fell by his side.
"Are you okay?" She asked through her tears, checking his body for any scraped.
"Woman, worry about yourself. Don't worry about me, I am fine. Are you okay?" Artie sternly insists and asks, scanning Santana for any other injuries.
Santana sadly smiles and nods. She turns back over to see Marissa steadily walking to her. Jumping up to her feet, she runs to the girl and jumps up to wrap her arms and legs around her, knocking them both over.
"Thank you! Thank you," she breathed, nearly choking the girl in her hold.
"Calm down. Breathe. I have to get you both to my place," Marissa says, running her hand across Santana's forehead comfortingly as she shook.
It was going to be a long night.
It is 1 48 a.m. I AM GOING TO BED. peace. review paarreeeze? make me smile?