Ronniee .xo: Glad that it wasn't a complete fail :) I dunno... it takes me a long time to decide things. And I usually just end up not doing it. We'll see.
M: Because bad people suck. It's kinda sorta Sue, I guess.
AshleyDonovan: Yes, thank you. It's all fixed :) I'll try not to bug you too often haha.
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BumbaMumbaJimJams: I'm glad that I've improved! We'll be getting totally new stuff from now on, so we'll see how that goes. I'm glad you like nice Quinn :)
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Brittany's POV
"Uh..." I say, and then pull the phone back from my ear. I look at it, and then glance back down the hall. I call Santana.
"What's wrong?" Santana questions, making her way down the hall to me. As she gets closer, I notice her skin glistening with sweat.
I hold the phone up for her to see.
She looks at me questioningly. "Where'd you get a phone?"
The voice from the phone starts speaking again. Santana takes the phone from me and puts it to her ear. "Hello?"
Her eyebrows scrunch together as she listens. I can feel the heat radiating from her body. Her arm twitches slightly. It's happening again; or soon.
I place my hand on her arm not attached to the phone and slide it down to meet her hand. She sends me a quick glance before pulling her hand away. I can't stop the frown from forming as I continue to watch her. Don't do this. Don't pull away from me!
And then her hand slips back into mine. Drier – free of sweat.
"Yeah." She mumbles into the phone.
I smile, relieved that she isn't trying to hide – or pull away – from me again.
The sweat begins to appear between our hands again and she tries to pull away, but I squeeze her hand. She lets out a low grunt. I know she just doesn't want me to feel the sweat, but it's going to happen anyways so I'd rather just hold her hand instead of letting her wipe it away every two seconds.
I lean into her side and rest my head on her shoulder while she continues to talk on the phone.
"We have to get the others and go." Santana says, returning the phone to the closet. "Now."
She closes the door and starts to pull me down the hall.
"What's going on, San?" I ask.
"That was Ms. Holiday." We stop in front of one of the bedroom doors and Santana yells, "Stop making out and come downstairs!" We continue to the stairs. "Something happened. She talked to this guy – the one Sugar told us about – and well, I don't know... they're coming. Not like, the guy, but people from New Directions." She finishes quickly as we reach the end of the stairs.
"They found us?" I question. "But- how?"
"I don't know." She says. "It doesn't matter right now. We can't wait around, we have to get the the safe house. She told me where to go."
"Where are you going?" Puck questions as we enter the living room.
"To the safe house." Santana says simply.
"We finally know where to go?" Puck asks, earning a nod from Santana. "Well, that's good." He says. "But it's dark, Santana. It can wait till morning."
"No, it can't." Santana argues.
"Did he call?" Sugar questions.
Quinn and Rachel slip beside us into the living room. Santana quickly re explains to everyone, telling them they have five minutes to "get their shit together."
Everyone – with coats covering their bodies and bags filling their hands – stands in the living room as we prepare to leave.
"Everyone ready?" Puck questions.
Everyone nods. Santana pulls Puck to the side.
"Take care of her, okay?" She says.
"Of course." Puck answers.
What does that mean?
Santana returns to my side as everyone begins walking out the front door. Before I can say anything, she speaks.
"Britt," Her voice is soft. "I need you to be safe. I'm not saying you can't take care of yourself, because I know you can, but we don't know what these people can do. So, please, promise me you'll stay with Puck."
I look at her for a moment, and start shaking my head.
"Britt-"
"I want to stay with you." I say.
She wipes her hand quickly and then places it on my cheek. "I know. I want to stay with you, too, but if you haven't noticed, I need to get away."
"I know." I say. "And I'm coming with you."
She shakes her head. "You need-"
"Brittany, we need to go." Puck says, poking his head back in the door.
"Just a sec." Santana says. He nods and closes the door. "It's too dangerous. You need to get away with them. I'll catch up, I promise."
"No." I tell her. "If you're not coming with us, I'm going with you."
She sighs. "As much as I need you for this, I can't let you."
Stubborn girl. Too bad. I'm stubborn too.
Santana and I join the others outside, announcing that we're ready to go.
"You're coming with us?" Puck questions Santana. "I thought you had to get away?"
"I'll go as far as I can." She replies.
Puck just nods and we head off.
Quinn steps up to Santana's other side as we walk. Puck glances back and sends me a smile while gesturing for me to walk next to him. I glance to Santana and oblige.
"You doin' all right?" He asks.
"Yeah." I say. "What about you?"
"All good here." He says.
We walk in silence for a few minutes.
"I know it's not the best time..." He starts. "But tell Santana I said it's okay."
"What's okay?" I question.
"She'll understand."
I look at him questioningly for a moment before nodding. "Okay."
Santana's POV
I feel it getting worse. The sweat, the itching, everything.
Brittany catches my hand as I try to scratch my arm. I look over to her.
"Let's go, San." She says.
I finally give in and nod.
"Be careful, you two." Quinn says before we head off.
We shuffle through the forest, trying to find a good spot. Brittany's hand remains in mine as I start to slow.
My arm jerks forward, causing Brittany to stumble a little. I send her an apologizing look before looking away as my stomach churns. The twitching tuns rapid, and for a moment I'm glad she's here.
Until I'm not.
"Fuck." I groan.
"It's okay." She says, moving her hand up my arm.
My heart begins to beat fast as the scent gets stronger.
"No," I say. "No it's not."
She looks at me, puzzled. I turn away from her as everything from earlier climbs up my throat and shoots out of my mouth.
"You should get on the ground." She says softly. "Should we get your clothes off again?"
I try to focus on her as my muscles begin pulling every way they can. I lead her backwards towards the bushes. "Hide," I whimper. "Hide, please."
"Got a little toy, do we?"
My eyes widen as I stare into her confused ones. God, Brittany, why couldn't you have listened to me? She looks past me and I turn around to face the voice. I see two dark figures before me.
"No." I manage.
A deep chuckle sounds. "You don't look too good there, pup."
"San?" Brittany whispers behind me.
The figure on the right leans over to the bigger one on the left. I hear the whisper, but can't make out the words. Another deep laugh. "You think so?"
My back shifts painfully. I manage to hold a whimper, but let out a grunt.
"Is it true?" The deep voice says. "That your girl?"
I feel Brittany's hand cling to the back of my shirt.
"It isn't very nice to let your girlfriend see you like this." The voice sounds the same, but I'm pretty sure it comes from the other figure.
I can feel the hair begin to sprout from my skin. I dry heave, shifting only slightly seeing as there's nothing to come out. It comes again, and the silent air is filled with the laughter of the two figures. Brittany's cool fingers wrap around my wrist.
"I don't think the lesbo's making a impression tonight." The bigger figure says.
I will myself to stay on my feet as another dry heave comes.
"Not even gonna talk to us, pup?"
"I have nothing to say to you." I say through clenched teeth. "We're just passing through. We'll be out of here in no time."
"I don't know..." The bigger figure says. "Maybe you should stick around and we can have some fun with Blondie while you finish up."
"Don't you fucking touch her." I growl.
They both laugh.
Another dry heave.
"Protective, are we?" I can't even tell which one is talking anymore.
Brittany's grip tightens as my body shakes. I back into her a little. She should have listened to me. If she'd just fucking listen she'd be safe right now.
"Little pup thinks she's found herself a mate."
"Pretty disgusting don'tcha think, pup?" One of them says. "I mean, besides being a werewolf and a human, two girls? That's probably worse."
My legs give out, introducing me to the ground. I cry out as my back shoots up.
The deep laughter sounds as Brittany shouts my name. Everything pulls at once, but I try to look over at focus on Brittany.
"You're cute, Blondie." The bigger figure says, advancing on Brittany. "What's your name?"
I catch Brittany's wide eyes as the figure continues to get closer. I pick myself up and lunge forward, tackling the figure to the ground.
My body feels like there's been a repeat button pushed for the demand for something to come spewing out from my throat as I'm being rolled over.
I can't breathe, and I can't focus as I'm pinned to the ground. My need for air seems less important for the need to find Brittany. I will my eyes to focus and find her. I struggle against the figure on top of me as the other heads toward her.
"Britt!" I cry.
Deep laughter fills my ears again.
I throw the figure off of me and rush toward the other. I have him pinned against the ground, my hand pushing hard against his chest as I feel like I'm being ripped apart.
I hear a yelp and my head snaps back. I see the big figure struggling with Brittany on his back. He throws her off and she collides with the ground with a loud thud. I scream, just a little from the pain, more so that I can't fucking move, and my fist collides with the figure below me. I scream more, trying to make myself disregard this fucking transition that refuses to stop and help her.
He growls angrily and moves towards her sitting up figure. I move my body pathetically toward him. I drag myself across the dirt enough to reach him. My hand circles his angle and I tug as hard as I can.
"Run!" I yell at her.
She scrambles to her feet but looks at me hesitantly. "Go!" I yell as the figure pulls himself up.
Brittany takes off.
"Don't worry, I'll find her." The figure says as his foot connects with my side.
I can feel everything shifting, but I force myself to my feet and latch on to him. I tug as hard as I can, earning a fist in the gut. But my hand stays connected to him as I fall, pulling him down with me.
I feel things start to shift back as we get our feet. His fist flies at me, but I catch it and wish all my strength, fling him into the ground.
And I take off after Brittany.
I collide with something. I feel cool arms helping me to my feet. Brittany. I look to her eyes, only seeing a blur of blue and pale skin.
"I couldn't leave you, San." She says. "I couldn't."
I don't say anything, I just find her hand and run.
I feel Brittany leading me around as I barely manage to walk. Everything is blurry as I try, and fail, to focus.
Brittany's cool skin surrounds me as we finally stop moving. All I can do is feel, and smell her before everything becomes black.
Brittany's POV
"San, wake up." Puck says again, shaking her.
I found the little slip of paper in Santana's pocket telling us where to go. I got us on a truck and got as close as we could before we - or I - had to walk. Santana slept the whole time.
Santana shifts a little. We're in the living room, Santana on the couch with everyone surrounding her.
"Britt." She groans.
"I'm right here." I say, shuffling closer from my position kneeling in front of her.
Her eyes open and connect with mine. She gives a weak smile and I give a smile in return.
"You're okay..." She mumbles, hand reaching to my cheek.
"So are you."
"Huh."
"Our little champions!" Quinn cheers.
Her hand drops back to the couch.
"Santana, get up." Puck says. "You two need to get cleaned up."
Her sleepy eyes fade, replaced by worried ones.
"Oh, god..." She says, sitting up. "Are you hurt, are you okay?"
I nod. "I'm fine, you're the one who's hurt."
"I... did I get all that blood on you?"
"Some of it, it's-"
"No. No no no no." She jumps up from the couch.
"San-"
"Bathroom." She says, grabbing my wrist and pulling me away. She searches frantically for the bathroom, shoving me through the door as soon as she finds it, closing the door behind us.
She goes to the bathtub and starts the water. "Get in."
"San, I'm-"
"Brittany, please."
I really she'd calm down and realize I'm fine and she's the one that needs to be taken care of, but her eyes plead with me to listen, so I nod.
Free of my clothes, I step into the bathtub as Santana searches for a rag.
Kneeling at the side of the tub, she dips the rag under the water before turning it off. She lifts the rag to my face, beginning to run it gently over every inch.
"I'm sorry, baby," She says. "I'm so, so-" Her eyes widen and the rag stills against my cheek. "...sorry."
Butterflies erupt in my stomach and I smile at her. That was real. She just called me baby. Is it bad how happy that makes me? I lift my hand to her cheek, rubbing my thumb against her skin softly. Her eyes fall closed and she leans into my hand.
"Thank you." I say quietly.
"Why do you always say thank you?" She replies, even quieter.
"You always protect me."
"I..." She starts. "There was no way I was gonna let them hurt you."
"I know."
Her head turns a little and she nuzzles my hand. I smile wider. I watch her for a few minutes.
"I'm okay." I tell her. "I promise.
Her eyes are back on me as she speaks. "If... there are only two ways to become a werewolf: either you're born one or you get the blood in your system. You were covered, Britt, and I..." She shakes her head.
"Okay," I say. "But I'm clean now."
She sighs, then nods. She laughs a little, but then closes her eyes and back away from my hand, pulling her own away also and letting the rag drop into the water.
"Shit. I can't believe I, like, forced you into the bathtub." She shakes her head. "And you're naked and..." she mumbles. "Shit. I'll leave."
I giggle and grab her wrist, preventing her from getting up. "Stay." I tell her. "It's okay."
I hadn't even really thought about that fact that she just saw me naked.
"Are-are you sure?" She questions.
"Yeah," I say, leaning forward. I press my lips to hers. "Open your eyes." I whisper.
She does, instantly connecting with mine.
"Do I look bad?" I ask playfully.
"No." She says quickly. "You're... you're perfect."
I smile brightly and she looks away.
I place my fingers under her chin lightly and turn her head back to me. "Let me take care of you, okay?" She nods.
We sit there silently, watching each other, for a moment.
I take a breath. "Get in with me?" I ask nervously.
"Wh-" Her eyes avoid mine. "I...is there enough room?"
"Yeah."
Her eyes meet mine again.
"Britt..." She says. "Are you... are you sure?"
"You don't have to." I say.
"No, I want to- I mean... okay."
She stands up and peels off her jacket.
"Do you want me to help?" I ask.
She shakes her head. I watch until she's down to her underwear, and then look away, not wanting to make her uncomfortable.
She shuffles closer to the tub again, and I glance up. She looks at me nervously and I smile. I take her hand and she steps in, lowering herself in front of me. I find the rag and lift it to her shoulder.
"You can get out whenever you want." I tell her before moving the rag across to her other shoulder.
I watch her back intently as the water runs down it. I'm pretty sure I'm in love with her back. Or her skin. Both.
I run the rag across every inch of her exposed back before resting it back on her shoulder. I figure, since we're already... well, here, she won't mind a kiss. So I lean forward, and kiss between her shoulder blades as I run the rag down her arm. I don't want to pull away, because it feels amazing, but I do. I switch the rag to my other hand to run it down the other arm.
I turn to face the wall and rest my head against her back. "San?"
"Yeah, Britt?" She almost whispers.
"Was that okay?"
"Yeah," She says. "It was."
I smile and lean back. "Can you turn a bit so I can get your face?"
She nods and turns to look at me. We both laugh as she tries to help me reach each side of her face without turning around.
She tilts her head back so I can get her forehead. I smooth her hair back and run the rag across her forehead. I lift myself up a little to reach my lips to her forehead. We laugh again and then both fall back. The room falls silent again, aside from the sounds of the water moving around, as we both take in her back pressed against my chest. My body shivers slightly. Santana's head turns to face me.
"Are you two okay in there?"
Santana jumps into a sitting position and we both look to the door.
"Yeah." I call.
"Okay." Quinn says. "See you in a bit."
We stay silent for a moment.
"San?" I say.
She turns her head to look at me. After thinking about it a little, I think I know what Puck was talking about.
"Puck wanted me to tell you that he says it's okay."
"H-he did?"
"That's what he said."
She searches my eyes for a moment. "Is it okay?"
I'm pretty sure she's asking me, so I say, "yes." One hundred percent yes.
She smiles and I bite my lip because I really love it when she smiles. I sit up and press a kiss to her cheek. I rest my hands on her sides and lean back, pulling her with me.
Santana's POV
Brittany and I make our way back to the living room.
"Did you both take showers?" Puck questions. "No wonder it took so long."
I see Quinn raise an eyebrow before a man with short curly hair steps in front of me.
He holds his hand out. "Although I wish it was under different circumstances, it's a pleasure to meet you." He says, shaking my hand. "I'm Will Schuester."
"Uh... Santana."
He smiles and turn to Brittany. He offers his hand to her and says, "And you must be Brittany."
Brittany nods and shakes his hand.
We take a seat on the couch and I spend a few unfortunate minutes re living the nightmare that was earlier as I tell everyone what happened.
"Damn." Mercedes says.
"So..." I say. "Ms. Holiday. You walked to her?"
Will nods. "Yes. I contacted her shortly after your escape. She got into some trouble with the people from New Directions and we're working on a way to get her safe."
"Right." Puck says. "And the plan for us?"
"Ah, yes. We will figure out everything we can, and also try contacting your father. I believe I am close to finding his number." Will answers.
"And until then?" I ask.
"Like I said, we will figure out what we can. New Directions is full of secrets." He says. "Also, we will work with your powers."
"Our powers?" Mike asks.
"Yes. As you know, all your powers have been modified. Tomorrow you will meet everyone." Will says.
Brittany rests her head on my shoulder and yawns.
"How about we discuss everything tomorrow?" I say. "I think it's been a pretty long night for all of us."
"Of course." Will smiles. "There is two rooms in the back. And upstairs, but it's not really a bedroom. Kind of just a bed."
"I'll take that." I say.
"Whatever you guys figure out is fine. The kitchen is stocked, make yourselves at home." Will tells us.
We all tell him thanks before he heads off to his own room.
"Let's go to bed, sleepy." I whisper to Brittany.
She gives her adorable sleepy smile and we get up.
"Who do you want to room with?" I ask.
She takes my hand. "You, silly."
I glance to Puck. He looks at me and smiles. Is this even real? How does one night go from good to fucking disaster to amazing?
Fuck, if anything happened to Brittany...
But nothing happened, so don't worry. You did good, and she's going to be in your arms any second.
I don't know how this is real. Did those guys kill me?
"I'm gonna fall asleep right here if we don't go." Brittany mutters.
"All right," I say. "Let's go."
This didn't really go as far as I wanted it to, but I'm not completely disappointed with it. If you've read my other fic, you probably know I like Brittana in the bath. I hope that wasn't too much. Anyways, hope you liked it and I'll try to update soon. I haven't slept, so I'm going to crawl into bed now.
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