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Brittany's POV

I reach the bottom of the stairs and let out a yelp as I feel a tug on my arm. A hand covers my mouth gently and I hear a deep chuckle.

"Shh, it's me."

"Puck?" I mumble through the hand.

He pulls me into the media room and removes his hand.

"Sorry," He says, smiling. "I just wanted to see how you were doing this morning."

I smile, remembering last night. "Good."

"Awesome." He says.

I glance towards the kitchen. Santana's probably in there. I wonder if she's waiting for me? I wish she didn't have to leave early. I wish she could be with me when I wake up.

"I have to go before I get caught or something, but I'll see you later." Puck says.

I smile. "Okay."

He turns to leave, but then stops and turns back to me.

"And Brittany?" He says. "You look really good this morning."

I laugh. "Thanks."

He winks and then continues out of the room.

Santana came to class with me again. Her hair is wet from her shower still and because I'm so close, watching her check over my worksheet, it's dripping onto my arm.

I pull out a piece of paper and write:

You're getting me wet.

And put it on top of the worksheet for her. She unfolds the paper, and then suddenly her eyes snap up to mine. She looks at me for a moment, and then glances to my arm. She looks back down and moves her hair to the other side. She writes something and slides the paper back to me.

Sorry.

I don't even care, I just wanted a reason to talk to her.

Your hair looks good, so I'll forgive you.

I see a slight blush on her cheeks as she looks at the paper.

You look good too.

I smile widely. She thinks I look good?

So my cut doesn't look bad?

I don't think she's paying attention to my worksheet anymore. But I don't blame her. It's boring, and probably all wrong.

Nah, makes you look tough.

I can't stop the giggle that escapes, and I nudge her lightly. She smiles, and I smile wider.

I write: You're awesome. With a small heart next to it.

Everybody finishes their lunch early and we head out back. Ms. Van Dop isn't standing at the door like she was before, but she keeps passing by every once in awhile.

"So, girl," Mercedes says. "What's the plan?"

"We're leaving tonight." Santana says.

"Tonight?" Everyone echos.

"What's the game plan?" Mike asks.

"We'll meet up after lights out." Puck says. "At about two."

"Then we'll head out the front and to the factories. Then we'll go from there." Santana says.

"And you're sure this is going to work?" Quinn says.

"It should." Santana answers.

"What.. what if we get caught?" Tina questions.

"We'll take care of each other." Mike says, smiling at her.

Tina returns a shy smile.

"Exactly." Puck says.

"So we're just gonna act normal the rest of the day?" Kurt asks.

"Yeah, pack when you can." Santana says. "And light. Only essentials."

With that, the meeting is over.

I glance at the clock for the hundredth time. It's only 12:30 A.M. Still not time to go. I wanted to ask Santana to come after lights out, but she was talking to Quinn a lot today and I didn't really get a chance.

I decide to go to her.

I knock lightly, like she does, and wait. When the door opens, I see Santana with her hair tied in a messy bun, and small traces of sweat all over. She scratches her arm and steps closer.

"Hey." I say.

Before she can speak, someone else does.

"Who is it?" I hear Quinn ask.

"Oh." I say. "I'm sorry... I didn't mean to wake you guys or anything..."

Santana shakes her head. "We weren't sleeping."

And then the door opens wider to reveal Quinn.

"Hey Brittany." She greets.

"Hi." I say.

Santana pushes Quinn back and looks at me again. "Are you okay?"

Quinn pushes her but she catches herself before she hits me.

"Yeah, I just... I can't sleep." I say.

"Come hang out with us until it's time to go." Quinn suggests.

I look to Santana.

"Do you want to?" She asks.

I smile. "Yeah."

She steps aside for me and then closes the door behind me. Quinn is already sitting on her bed and Santana leads me over to hers.

"I'm really sorry about yesterday, Brittany." Quinn says.

"Don't worry about it." I tell her, and then look at Santana with a smile. "It makes me look tough."

Quinn laughs and Santana cracks a small smile.

"So... does that mean you're a witch?" I ask while connecting my pinkie with Santana's.

Quinn doesn't answer so I look back up.

"Uhm, yeah." She says.

"Can you do a lot of stuff like Puck?" I question.

"Probably more." Santana laughs.

I glance at her again with a smile.

"Probably." Quinn laughs.

We talk for about half an hour before Quinn falls asleep.

Santana and I are sitting cross-legged, facing each other, with our knees touching now. I have her hand in my lap as I play with it.

"Is Quinn your best friend?" I ask.

"What?" Santana questions.

"I mean, you guys seem like good friends and everything."

She shrugs. "I've never really thought about it."

I bring her hand up and rest it under my chin. "Well... can I be your best friend?"

Her thumb rubs against my jaw. "I think you already are, Britt."

I smile impossibly wider. "You're mine, too."

"Brittany?"

I open my eyes slowly to see Puck in front of my face. I jump a little and sit up. He's kneeling in front of my bed. He stands up and smiles.

"Morning." He says.

Except it's not my bed, or my room. I must have fallen asleep in Santana's room. I see Quinn sitting on her bed, but no Santana.

"Morning." I say sleepily.

"Sleep good?" Quinn asks.

"Yeah," I say. "I'm really tired though."

She smiles and walks across the room. "Hopefully not too tired, we got some walking to do."

Puck helps me out of bed.

"Where's Santana?" I ask.

"We were gonna ask the same thing." Quinn says.

"What?" I question.

"The others are waiting in the media room, but nobody knows where Santana is." Puck says.

My chest tightens uncomfortably. "She's... gone?"

"She's gotta be around here somewhere." Puck says. "Checking stuff out."

We start walking out of the room and to the stairs.

"We can't wait for her, we've got to get going. She'll catch up." Puck says.

"We're just gonna leave her?" I ask.

"I told him we should wait a few minutes, but he insists she'll catch up." Quinn says.

"She will." Puck says as we enter the media room. "She'll just get mad if we stick around."

The others in the media room stand up.

"I'll go find her." I say.

"Brittany, she'll be fine." Puck promises.

"I just want to make sure."

He sighs. "Fine, you guys go and we'll catch up."

"No, they need you. I'll find Santana and we'll find you."

He looks at me for a minute, and sighs again. "Fine." He takes my bag. "Be careful."

I nod. "I will."

He leads the others towards the front door. I turn, only to be stopped.

"Don't get caught," Quinn tells me. "And make sure she's okay."

"Okay."

"Good luck."

"You too."

We turn our separate ways and I try to think of where Santana could be. She wouldn't leave without us. So if she's not in the house, where could she be?

I decide to check the back. The sliding door is surprisingly cracked open. She must be out here.

I get about halfway across the yard and then hear something. I pause. It comes again. It's like someone throwing up, or trying to, and ragged breathing. I turn toward the shed and slowly walk forward.

"Santana?" I say.

The sounds stop. I walk closer.

"Stop." A voice cracks.

"Santana?" I say again. "Is that you? Are you okay?"

"Go away Brittany." Her voice is deep and coarse. "Please."

I step into the shadow of the shed. I can barely make out her figure.

"GO AWAY!"

I freeze.

A struggling cry sounds and I can finally make her out. She's on all fours, head hanging, hair everywhere.

"San..." I say just above a whisper.

And then I notice her fingers digging into the ground. They're long and claw-like. My heart starts beating faster. I see hair sprout from her skin, but going back in, and repeating. She's full of sweat.

Her head snaps up and she heaves forward. She's trying to throw up, but nothings coming out. She gags and the sound makes me feel like I have to throw up, too.

But I lower myself to my knees next to her.

Her head falls again.

"Please." She begs weakly.

Her back shoots up with a cracking noise.

"I'm not leaving you like this." I tell her.

She heaves again, this time liquid spewing from her mouth.

Her head falls again, along with her back. She turns toward me and my eyes go wide and I stumble backwards. Her face is all contorted and weird. My mind floods with images of all the dogs and mean ghosts.

But then I notice her eyes. Red and full of a mixture of fear and pain. Not only is her face stained with sweat, but with tears. She looks back to the ground.

She lets out a cry of pain again as her back shifts.

My heart clenches. I don't know what's going on, but it's still Santana. I don't know what to do.

I get on my knees again and lean forward a little.

"San?" I say again. "What can I do?"

"Please." She manages.

"I'm not-"

"Don't go."

I move closer and realize I'm shaking as I put a hand on her shoulder. She feels like she's on fire.

"Don't leave me, Britt." She cries.

"I'm right here."

Her muscles twitch rapidly, and the hairs prick my palm. I'm so scared, and she's hurting, and I don't know what's going on.

I rub circles on her shoulder in attempt to help any way possible.

She heaves again, nothing coming out. With my free hand, I get all of her hair out of the way and hold it, scrunched up, on her head.

Another heave, only bits of saliva and yellow stuff coming out.

And again, with nothing coming out.

She hangs her head, her body only moving with her deep breaths.

"I think..." She says. "I think that's it."

Her arms shake a little. I move back, trying to get away from the mess in front of her, and then pull her toward me. She collapses onto my lap. I brush her hair back again and continue to run my fingers through her hair slowly.

I lean down to hug her. My heart is beating so fast, her sweat is seeping into my clothes, and I can feel her heart too, thumping hard.

"I'm sorry." She whispers as her breathing starts to calm.

Before I can answer, she tenses and jumps up.

"What?" I ask.

"Where are the others?" She questions.

"They left." I say. "I said I'd find you and catch up."

"Shit." She says, moving closer to the shed.

She peaks out from behind and I move next to her to look at the sliding doors. Ms. Holiday is standing there, looking around.

She turns our way. "Brittany?"

Santana tugs me back and I yelp and rub my arm. That hurt. What is with people pulling me around today?

"Fuck, I'm sorry!"

Ms. Holiday is right in front of us now.

She raises an eyebrow. "What are you girls doing out here?"

Neither of us say anything.

"Oh, calm down." Ms. Holiday says, smiling. "Just be happy I caught you and not one of the nurses."

I try to look at Santana's face. What do we do? Does Ms. Holiday know we're, like, running away?

"Are we in trouble?" I ask.

"Your secret's safe with me." Ms. Holiday says.

"So you're not going to stop us from running away?" I question.

"Wait... run away?" Ms. Holiday says.

I look to Santana, scared that I've just done something really dumb.

But She speaks calmly and tells Ms. Holiday then quick, important details of our situation.

Then... Ms. Holiday lets us go.

She's already slipping back into the house, saying, "I didn't see anything."

And we're off. We jump about three fences until we slow down.

Santana's POV

As we stalk across the large yard, I send another glance to Brittany. Why didn't she just leave with the others? Why did she have to come back and see me like that?

She's freaked out. Just like I knew she would be. I was surprised at how calm she was. I was surprised when she held me on her lap...

But this; her keeping her distance, not looking at me... I expected this. And I hate it.

She's scared, and I can't help because I'm the problem.

It hurts.

We reach one of the empty factories and I see Puck poke his head out of the door. He steps out with the others following him.

"There you are!" He says. "I was starting to get worried."

"Did you forget that I can take care of myself?" I say.

I barely Puck smile before I'm blinded with light.

"Oh hell no!" Mercedes shouts.

There's a van in front of us, the nurses and some other people stepping out. And then I feel something against my hand. Brittany's pinkie in mine.

"Run." I say, before taking off.

I pull Brittany, gentler this time, in front of me.

"Keep running." I tell her. "I'll catch up."

I pull my pinkie away from hers and she glances back at me.

"Everybody go!" Puck shouts.

Puck and I take off in the opposite direction. I run ahead of him and he fogs the nurses coming towards us.

"Brittany, no!" Puck yells.

My heart stops. I glance back to where the others are running. She's going the wrong way.

"Brittany!" I scream.

But it's too late. She's gone.

Brittany's POV

I hear Santana scream, and then I tumble forward. There's a weight on top of me, so I can't get up. The floor is cold like... tile? I open my eyes. Something presses into my back, and then weight shifts. I jump up.

Where am I? It looks like... the hospital. I glance around. No Santana. No anybody. But then my eyes stop on a girl next to me.

"Uh... hi." She says, giving a weak smile.

Santana's POV

I run faster, Puck barely keeping up, and we circle around to the others.

"Who was with her?" I practically shout.

Nobody knows.

Quinn walks up to me.

"Remember what you told me?" She says. "She'll be okay, but we have to keep going."

Puck and I glance back.

"No es lo mismo, ella podría estar en cualquier lugar! ¿Y si ella's herido! ¿Y si pasa algo malo!" I say.

"We'll figure it out." Kurt says.

"They're right, San. I'm worried, but we have to get out of here." Puck says.

"We're supposed to take care of each other, remember?" Tina says.

"Yeah," Mike says. "We won't let anything to happen to her."

Puck blocks the nurses with a wall of fog, as well as one to the right, and we take off running.

Shortness, I'm sorry. I'm not very happy with this chapter as a whole.. but hopefully you guys don't think it's too horrible.

The next few chapters will be a lot of both of their Pov's... so would you guys like it if I went back and forth or did one POV first and then did the other? Also, if you want to see anyone you should tell me...

No es lo mismo, ella podría estar en cualquier lugar! ¿Y si ella's herido! ¿Y si pasa algo malo! = Not the same, she could be anywhere! What if she's hurt! What if something bad happens!

Any idea who the mystery girl is? Tell me what you think?