Hi! Soo freaking sorry I didn't update sooner..high school is killer. So, this chapter is longer than the other ones because I made you guys wait so long. But, WHO LOVED THE FIRST AND SECOND EPISODE OF GLEE? I know I did. Especially that Brittana moment in I Am Unicorn. Anyways, here's chapter 5. REVIEW!
'God, where the fuck are they?' Puck growled. It was getting dark outside and there were still no signs of the small group that went to get water. 'I don't know. Just calm down Puck, maybe they decided to stop somewhere for the night, Brittany is pretty sick.' Mr. Schuester offered. Artie just scoffed. 'Without food? Or protection? I doubt it. Santana would want to keep Brittany safe, not stop at some random point in a forrest.' The rest of the club nodded in agreement.
Mr. Schuester sighed. 'Well, I don't know guys. Let's wait till morning to see if they get back, okay? Then we'll know for sure something happened.'
'Morning? Seriously? If something did happen, we need to get to them now. Not tomorow.' Puck ran a hand through his mohawk.
'Guys, I know you're worried. But it won't help if we just send more of you out there, just to get lost or something.' Mr. Schuester said firmly.
'I don't fucking care Mr. Schue! We need to find them! Who knows what lurks in there at night.' Puck yelled. 'I'm going to find them, anybody else who wants to help, feel free.'
He started to walk into the forrest when he heard footsteps following him. He looked back to see Sam, Tina, and Rachel following him. 'Thanks guys.' He offered a small, but grateful smile as they continued to look for their missing friends.
(Brittana is endgame. Just sayin.)
'San, just stop and sit for a minute.' Quinn told her friend as she watched the Latina pace wordlessly around the room.
'No, Quinn. I can't.' She muttered.
'Santana. We need to think of a plan.' Quinn said firmly. This got Santana's attention as she sighed and nodded.
'I think I have one. It's risky though.' The blonde said. Santana let out a dry chuckle. 'Everything we try is going to be risky, Q. So just come out with it.'
'Okay, when they come back in with Britt, we need to charge at him. Maybe distract him and all get out of here.' She informed them.
'Wait, but we can't charge at him when he has Brittany.' Mike replied. Santana nodded in agreement before she spoke up, 'We can wait till he sets her down.'
'Yeah. But San, you're gonna need to stay with B. You can't help us.' Quinn glanced at the Latina, who had her jaw clenched. 'What? Quinn, you guys need all the help-'
'No, S. Brittany needs you to be with her.' She interrupted.
'But Quinn, you're kinda tiny. No offense..so you might not be the best choice to fight.' Finn told her. 'What if me and Mike charge at him, keeping him distracted, while you try and slip outside and get back to the others?' He offered. They all seemed to consider this for a little bit. 'That's actually not a bad idea Frankenteen.' Santana ran her hands through her hair.
'Wait, I can't just leave you guys.' Quinn argued.
'You aren't leaving us Quinn, you're going to get help for us.' Mike said softly.
After a little bit of arguing, Quinn finally agreed. 'Okay. Fine. I'll do it. Just make sure you guys keep safe alright?' She told them with a small smile.
'Now we wait.' Santana said as she got up again and started pacing.
(BRITTANY AND SANTANA ARE SOULMATES. DEAL WITH IT.)
About an hour or so later, the door to their 'room' opened up and in came Peter, struggling to carry a very drowsy, but awake, Brittany. Santana immiediatly rushed over to her girlfriend when he set her down on the bed.
'What the fuck did you do to her?' She growled.
'Relax, I fixed up her head. I just had to give her some sleeping pills to keep her from-' He was cut off by Mike and Finn tackling him to the ground.
'Get the hell off of me! Ty! Help!' Peter shouted. Quinn was stuck in place staring wide-eyed as the scene unfolded in front of her. 'Q! Go!' Santana whispered harshly, bringing her friend back to her senses. They locked eyes once more before Quinn slipped out of the room wordlessly and sprinted into the forrest.
'Pete, what the fu-' Ty rushed in to see his partner trapped on the ground by the two prisoners. 'Ty, get them off of me!' Peter screamed. Ty took one short glance at the two girls on the bed before prying Mike off of his victim. He attempted on getting Finn off but eventually had to pull his gun. 'Off. Now.' He growled.
Finn froze and quickly got up, soon followed by Peter. 'Thanks.' He breathed. Ty nodded stiffly as he looked around the room. 'Where's the other blonde?' He demanded.
'Shit. She must have gotten away.' Peter sighed. 'Oh really? Thanks for the update.' Ty remarked. 'That's going to cost you all. We were nice enough to fix her up,' He paused, motioning toward a very dazed Brittany lying on the bed. 'Now you go and repay us by trying to escape? You never learned proper manners, huh? I guess it's a good think Pete over here dropped blondie a couple times, before he was able to summon all his 'man strength'.' He laughed. Then quickly dragged his partner out of the room.
As soon as they left, the rest of the group, except Brittany, let out a breath they hadn't realized they had been holding. Santana quickly turned her full attention back to her girlfriend.
'Brittany, honey, can you hear me?' She asked gently. The blonde just continued to stare at the ceiling with blank and drooping eyes.
'Brittany. Brittany baby, answer me.' The brunette instructed firmly.
'Sanny?' Brittany whispered as she tore her gaze away from the ceiling and on the Latina. Santana let out a sigh of relief. 'Hey baby.' She gently stroked the blonde's face, pausing briefly to feel her forehead, which was still hot.
'W..Where am I?' The dancer looked at Santana with piercing blue eyes.
'We don't know exactly Britt-Britt. But you're okay now. Quinn went to go get help.' She informed the blonde, placing a soft kiss on her hands.
'I'm thirsty.' Brittany pouted, the Latina nodded understandingly. 'I know B. Just wait a little bit, okay?' The dancer nodded and snuggled into her girlfriend's side, Santana wrapping her arms protectively around Brittany.
(I AM UNICORN.)
'Puck, do you know where were going anymore man?' Sam asked, while stopping to catch his breath. 'No. I never knew in the first place.' He sighed. They all decided to take a break and sat on the ground under some trees.
'Do you hear that?' Rachel stands up immiediatly.
'Yeah. Hello?' Puck calls out. 'Is anybody out there?' He tries again. The soft crackling of the grass being crunched gets louder and louder, until somebody finally bursts out of the trees. Everybody lets out a sigh of relief when they see who it is.
'I've been looking all over for you guys! It's nearly dark, we need to get back.' Mr. Schuester says. 'Come on Mr. Schue, we didn't ask you to come out and find us, we're gonna keep going, we need to find them.' Puck tells him. Mr. Schue just runs a hand through his raw hair and sighs.
'Okay but-' He was cut off by another person bursting through the trees at a frantic pace.
'Quinn?' Rachel asks in disbelief as she rushes to the blonde's side. 'What happened? Where are the others?'
She shakes her head as she struggles to catch her breath. She had been running for over an hour, full sprinting. She silently thanks Coach Sylvester for being so relentless on them at practices.
'We were taken, they had guns. There's a warehouse up that way,' She pauses to motion in the direction she came from, 'That's where we were. Brittany's really sick. We gotta go back for them. Please.'
'Come on guys, let's go.' Sam says, leading the way with Puck in the direction Quinn pointed.
This time Mr. Schuester doesn't argue and silently follows them while Quinn explains the full story.
(Don't stop believinnnn'...)
Santana rubs circles around her girlfriend's back as the blonde goes through yet another coughing fit. 'We need to get water.' The Latina tells them.
'When he comes back in..maybe he'll bring water.' Finn says quietly. Santana scoffs. 'Yeah, good thinking, maybe he'll grace us with some Breadstix too.' She remarks sarcastically. The taller boy just rolls his eyes.
Just as she said that, the door opened to reveal a very angry looking Ty, and a nervous Peter. 'You two,' He points at Finn and Mike, 'Peter will escort you both to another room, with a gun. So don't try anything.' They hastily get up and follow the man out of the room.
'As for you..' The burly man trailed off as he held up two pairs of handcuffs. Santana's eyes widen as she positions herself in front of Brittany. 'I don't want anymore of your lady fumes threatening to suffocate me.'
The Latina raised an eyebrow and he explained. 'Lesbians. I can tell. The way you want to protect her all the time. You two are girlfriends.'
She gives him an 'are you fucking kidding me?' look and says, 'Really? It doesn't take a rocket scientist to figure that out.' Ty growls and strides over to them. 'You are a bitch. You know that?' He tells her while dragging her over to a pole on the opposite side of the room. He proceeds to handcuff her to it.
'W-what are you gonna do?' She asks hesitentally. He just scoffs and rolls his eyes. 'Relax, I wouldn't want to touch one of your kind like that, fucking dyke.'
Santana lets out a sigh of relief. He smirks and walks back over to Brittany.
'Don't you touch her!' Santana hisses. Ty ignores her and proceeds to handcuff the blonde to the bed post. 'There, all done.' He says while wiping his hands together. 'Funny thing, Peter told me that you could die from an infected cut,' He pauses and watches in amusement as the Latina's eyes widen. 'If not treated properly. Peter stitched it up, looks like it was too late though huh? She looks really sick. Guess we'll just have to wait and see.' He winks at Santana before walking out and closing the door.
The brunette took a second to look over Brittany. The blonde sagged limply into the side of the bed, head lolled forwards and her hair shielding Santana from seeing her girlfriend's beautiful face.
'Brittany. Britt honey, please look at me.' Santana begged. The dancer didn't move, other then her back shakily rising and falling from her ragged breaths.
'Baby, please, I need you to look at me.' She tried once more. Brittany slowly lifted her head, making it look like the hardest task in the world, which for her it was at the moment. The blonde finally laid her head to rest on the bed frame.
'Hey there.' Santana said softly, desperately wishing she was near her girlfriend. The blonde gave a small smile in return. The Latina frowned slightly at the sight of Brittany's eyes. The blue was almost completely gone now, like somebody was draining the life out of her.
'Quinn is gonna come back with help and we're gonna get out of here. You're gonna be okay, B.' Santana reassured the sickly girl. 'I just need you to tell me how you're feeling, okay?'
Brittany looked at her girlfriend, eyes drooping. She was so tired, she just didn't have any energy left.
'I'm tired..so, so..tired.' The blonde said breathlessly. 'I know you are honey. I know.' Santana replied, sighing.
'Keep talking to me, okay B?' The brunette told her, she was terrified that if Brittany closed her eyes and went to sleep, when she woke up that last bit of captivating blue in them would be gone.
(Brittana=Soulmates)
'This is it.' Quinn says as she points to the building in front of them.
'Alright well let's go..' Puck started to move from behind the bush, but was caught by Sam. 'Hold up dude, we need a plan.'
'How about we go in there and kick there asses, that a good enough plan for you?' Puck growled, before charging into the building. 'Puck! Goddamnit Puckerman get back here!' Quinn whispered harshly, but he was already on his way in.
They all sighed and quickly followed him, talking quietly about their 'plan' on the way.
(another self made line breaker thing. yep.)
'Brittany! Oh god, B. Please.' Santana was desperatly trying to get her girlfriend to lift her head and look at her. She knew the blonde was tired, but how drained did you have to be to not be able to simply lift your head?
'Baby, please. God, I'm begging you.' She wasn't trying to control her tears anymore, as they rolled freely down her cheeks. She froze immiediatly when she heard the door being opened.
'Santana?' She heard a voice whisper.
'Mr. Schue?' She cocked her head to the side, trying to get a better view.
'Are you guys okay?' He rushed over to her and began fiddling with the handcuffs.
'Yeah, well I am. Britt, she's really sick. You have to help her.' She begged, trying to get him to go check on the blonde. He got the message and quickly went over to Brittany. The way that was sitting by the dancer made it so Santana couldn't see her girlfriend.
'Brittany?' He asked, gently lifting her head up. Her eyes were closed and she was burning up. 'Shit.' He muttered, fluttering his fingers over her neck for a pulse. There was one there, but very faint. 'Fuck.' He muttered again. 'What? What is it?' Santana strained her neck, trying to get a look. He decided not to tell the Latina about her girlfriend, who was barely breathing.
Just then, a frantic looking Sam came into the room. 'We got Finn and Mike and knocked out the shorter one.' Mr. Schue looked at him and sighed. 'Sam, I need you to search his pockets, for a small key to unlock these handcuffs.' Sam nodded and quickly went to find what he needed.
Mr. Schuester went back to Brittany and gently shook her until she opened her eyes. He then remembered he had a bottle of water in his pocket, one of those tiny ones that look like they should be for midgets.
'Brittany, drink this okay?' He instructed and coaxed the water into her mouth, which she accepted gratefully. After she had taken a worthy amount, he put the lid back on and set it on the floor.
'What the fuck! Who are you?' Somebody shouted from behind him. Mr. Schuester spun around and came face to face with Ty pointing a gun at him. Santana's eyes widened, even Brittany's opened more.
'I'm their teacher. We crashed and-'
'Get away from them.' Ty ordered.
Mr. Schuester shook his head. 'No. Just listen-'
'I don't want to listen to your shit! Step away or I fucking shoot.' He growled.
Mr. Schuester wasn't backing down though. 'There just kids, let them go.'
'That's not gonna happen. I'm going to give you three seconds to step away from them, or else I shoot you in a place that will make you suffer.' Ty told him.
'One..' Mr. Schue didn't think this man would actually shoot him. He wasn't used to this kind of stuff, besides, he needed to protect Santana and Brittany.
'Two..' Ty growled and cocked the gun.
'Have it your way.' He smirked and pulled the trigger. A gunshot rang out through the whole forrest. Mr. Schue dropped to the ground, blood seeping out of his upper thigh.
'Guess you guys get to watch him die.' Ty told them in mock sadness. Apparently he had thought that nobody else was with Mr. Schuester. So he left.
The glee club director was on the floor, screaming in agony. If it wasn't this current situation, and the wound wasn't from a gunshot, Santana would have found it amusing. But not now.
'Oh my god. Oh my god. Mr. Schue! Oh my god.' Her eyes froze on her spanish teacher, praying that this weren't happening. Her eyes then flicked to Brittany, who was staring wide-eyed, despite her tiredness, on the man on the ground.
'Britt, baby, look at me.' She didn't want the blonde to have to go through the terror of their favorite teacher suffering. The blonde continued to stare at him, tears pouring down her cheeks. There was a little more color in her face, which much have been from the water. She must have just been really dehydrated. The Latina thought briefly.
'Brittany. Look at me, please babe.' The blonde finally snapped her gaze to Santana.
'Sanny..' She whimpered.
'I know baby, I know. Just look at me okay?' She told her girlfriend. Brittany's eyes started to wander back towards the pool of blood surrounding Mr. Schuester, who was now just breathing heavily and ragged.
'No, Britt. Look at me..keep looking at me. Right here.' Santana told her firmly. When their eyes finally locked, Santana felt a sense of calm come over her as she stared at those bright blue orbs. Brittany's eyes gained more color despite being misty from crying.
'San, we have to help him we..we..' Brittany summoned all of her newly gained strength and started to frantically pull and wrench her wrists, attempting to break free of the handcuffs. The only damage she was doing though was to her wrists, the frantic pulling was beginning to make them raw and blood threatened to spill.
'B! Brittany, stop!' Santana yelled. Brittany didn't hear her though. She began to mutter things under her breath. Santana caught little of what she was saying.
'Brittany, please.'
The blonde finally froze, looking up at Santana before her face crumpled. 'S..I can't let it happen..not..not again..' She whimpered.
Just as Santana was about to reply, Sam, Quinn, Rachel, Tina, Finn, and Mike ran into the room.
'Oh my god..' Quinn brought a hand over her mouth, while Rachel buried her head in Quinn's shoulder.
'Is he..' Mike started. Finn bent down and checked for a pulse. Finding nothing, he glanced back up at everybody.
He shook his head, 'H-' He was cut off by Santana yelling sharply, 'Don't say it Finnocence! Don't fucking say it!'
'What..? Why are you yelling at me? I just thought you would want to know that our favorite teacher is dead!' He yelled back, finally snapping. There were gasps heard around the room and Santana immiediatly looked at Brittany.
'No! No God, please no! No no no no!' Brittany was sobbing uncontrollably and attempting to wrench her hands out of the handcuffs.
'That's why! Somebody stop her before she hurts herself!' Santana told them. Sam quickly made his way over.
'Brittany, we have a key to get your hands out okay?' He told her, before stilling her movements and unlocking the handcuffs. Brittany snapped herself into a ball, letting her head rest on knees and rocked herself back and forth muttering, 'No no no no.' Over and over again.
'Get me out of these things!' Santana yelled, Sam went over to Santana and unlocked hers and she muttered a 'thank you' before rushing over to comfort her sobbing girlfriend.
'Shh, it's okay. I've got you. You're okay.' She soothed, putting her arms around the blonde and scooting her closer.
'S-San you said t-that wasn't gonna hap-happen agai-n.' She hiccuped through her sentence. Everybody looked on in silence, not sure of what Brittany meant when she said 'again'.
'I know, I know. Just breathe B. Shh.' Santana rubbed soothing circles around the blonde's back, which she knew helps calm her down.
'Oh great. More of you?' Everybody turned around to see Ty standing just outside the door, with a gun pointed at them.
Santana visibally tightened her grip on the girl in her arms, while continuing to whisper soothng words into Brittany's ears.
'Everybody down on your knees. Hands up.' Nobody moved.
'I said-' Another gunshot rang through the room. More gasps. Brittany shrieked and buried her head more into her knees. Seconds later Puck rushed in, over Ty's dead body.
'Are you guys okay?' He asked, kneeling by Santana and Brittany.
'I am. B is just a little...shaken up. Did you..' She replied. Puck looked at the taller blonde sobbing hysterically and rocking back and forth and nodded.
He looked around at all of the others until his eyes fell on Mr. Schuester.
'Oh my-what happened?' He growled.
'The bastard over there shot him, he tried to protect me and Brittany.' Santana explained.
'God damnit. Well..we can't dwell on that, let's get out of here.' They all nodded. Puck scooped the sobbing girl into his arms and they walked out. 'Wait, what about the other one?' Quinn reminded them.
Puck shook his head but Quinn understood what he meant and the rest of the trip back to the beach went in silence other then the small words of comfort Santana whispered to her girlfriend to calm her down.
So there it is! Chapter five! Mr. Schue is dead :( well I guess that's what he gets for kicking Santana out of Glee club! Which pissed me off, because when he said she wasn't loyal to glee club, he must have been on drugs. She is like, the most loyal. I can't wait for next episode, they said it's supposed to be the best episode of the series! And Mike gets a solo! Anyways..like it? Hate it? Tell me! Review! I like to hear your thoughts o.o