Alright! Here is chapter six! I've been insanely busy these past couple of weeks, not to mention the fact that I've been dying because on November 1st, Santana and Brittany are officially a couple, and that Chord is coming back. Well anyways, here's chapter six!
'Set her down on the blanket.' Santana instructed to Puck, who was carrying her now sleeping girlfriend. He nodded and gently laid the worn out dancer where told. The Latina knelt down and stroked her girlfriend's face.
'Santana, I think we all need to talk about-' Puck started.
'I know, I'll be over in a sec.' Santana quickly cut him off. He nodded and went over to the rest of the group. She gently placed a kiss to Brittany's forehead, before tucking another blanket around her and slipping off to talk with the others.
'Are you guys okay?' Santana asked Mike and Finn, once they had all sat around the fire.
'Oh, uh, yeah we're good. Are you okay?' Finn answered, a little taken aback by her caring for their well-being. He guessed Brittany was having an effect on her.
'Not really, no. But I will be.' She sighed. 'Where's everybody else?'
'Sleeping. We just wanted to let them sleep before we tell them, you know, about..' Quinn trailed off and Rachel put a reassuring hand on her leg. Santana raised an eyebrow at this but didn't aknowledge it.
'Thank you. All of you, so fucking much.' Santana wiped tears from her eyes. Come on Lopez. Stop being such a fucking wuss.
Nobody responded, they all just nodded as they exchanged glances.
'Puck. I'm so so sorry.' The Latina continued. Puck just shook his head.
'Don't do that San. I did what I had to do. If I have to become a murdurer to save the lives of my friends, then it's cool.' He tried to play it off like it was nothing, but they could see the unshed tears threatening to spill.
'Noah, we all appreciate what you did. I won't say they des-' Rachel put her hand on his shoulder.
'I didn't kill them both Rachel. I only killed one.' Puck told them.
'Then what happened-' Again Rachel was cut off.
'I knocked him out. H-He wasn't doing anything. The one that I killed, he was threatening you with a gun.' He explained quietly. Santana stayed quiet, she wanted to get back to Brittany to watch over her and protect her, but just as she was about to slip away from the group, Quinn started up another topic.
'San, when..when we came in the room and saw Mr. Schue...Brittany, she said.. that you said it wasn't going to happen again. What exactly was that about?' The blonde raised an eyebrow. Santana sighed, she had hoped nobody caught that.
'Guys I really don't think Brittany wants everyone to know..' She told them.
'S, we want to help Brittany. If we know, it could be better for her.' Quinn replied softly.
'Okay, just..don't say anything to Brittany about it until I tell her that you guys know. This stays between us. Nobody else from the club unless it gets to big to handle, okay?' She waited until she saw everybody nod until she continued. 'Last spring break, me and Brittany went to spend it with her aunt and uncle back in the town she used to live in..'
1 year ago..
'Wait, who did they invite over for dinner?' Santana asked her best friend, while they were both getting ready. 'San, I already told you like, a billion times..' Santana rolled her eyes while Brittany continued, 'His name is Derek. He was my old boyfriend but I broke up with him. Aunt Carole said that they thought we were still friends, so they invited him over for dinner.'
'Are you guys still friends?' Santana inquired. 'No. He got really mad at me and yelled at me and stuff. It wasn't very nice.' Brittany furrowed her eyebrows together in confusion. 'I dunno why he was so mad though, but he just was. I had never seen him that mad. So I told him I didn't wanna stay friends if he couln't control his anger. But he just got up and left. I was scared at first, I thought he was gonna hit me. But it's okay cause he didn't.' She shrugged.
Okay, so I know if this guy tries anything with her, he's gonna see how we do it in Lima Heights Adjacent. Santana thought.
They were just talking and fooling around when there was a knock on the guest room that Brittany was staying in. 'Brittany? Santana? Come on the company's here!' Aunt Carole said in her normally cheery voice. 'Kay, we're coming!' Brittany told her.
They got downstairs to see Derek, her Aunt Carole, and her Uncle Jeff were already sitting in the living room. Derek stood and embraced Brittany immiediatly, Santana watching as Brittany involuntarily tensed.
'Britt, hi! It's so good to see you!' He pulled back but let his hands linger behind her before Brittany gently pushed them away. Santana saw a look of anger in his eyes before he seemed to shake it off.
'You too, Derek. This is my best friend ever in the world. Her name is Santana.' Brittany proudly introduced the Latina, who timidly shook Derek's hand.
After dinner, everybody was sitting in the living room, just chatting. Derek whispered something in Brittany's ear and pulled her gently out of the room. Santana eyed them carefully until they went into the kitchen. They returned a couple minutes laters, the blonde looking uncomfortable while Derek just had a look of pure fury in his eyes.
'You okay, B?' Santana asked when the dancer sat down on the couch next to her.
'Yeah I guess he just-' Brittany was cut off by glass shattering. They looked to Derek who had knocked a picture frame to the ground.
'Oh! I'll go get some gloves to pick that up! It's alright, dear.' Aunt Carole flashed him a smile and moved to the kitchen before Derek stopped her.
'Don't. Fucking. Move.' He growled, pulling a gun from his coat pocket. Santana's eyes widened as she unconsiously slipped her hand into Brittany's.
'Derek why do you-'
'Shut up! Just shut up!' He spat at her. He moved towards the two girls on the couch and Jeff moved from his position in the armchair to try to protect the girls.
'Just put the gun away, son.' He approached him cautiously, knowing he was taking a risk.
'Brittany. I-I loved you. But you just threw that away! What we had was something that you can't find everyday! I still love you Britt. But obviously you don't love me back.' Brittany's eyes widened even more as she gasped, realizing that this was her fault. Santana stood up, trying to block Brittany's body with her own.
'Maybe, maybe we can be together. We will be together, in heaven. It will pain me to have to kill you first, but I'll be with you soon, honey. We'll make it work.' He smiled sickly.
'Don't touch her.' Santana growled.
'I have more than enough bullets in here to shoot you too.' He told her.
'No! Don't hurt San! Please.' Brittany sobbed.
'Derek, I know you're hurting but..' Jeff tried to remain calm.
'I told you to be quiet!' Derek shouted, turning his gun on Jeff and pulling the trigger. Santana gasped, but it was inaudible over Brittany and Carole's screams. Carole rushed over, sobbing hysterically. But Jeff was already dead, a bullet right to the head. Santana dared a look at Brittany who was frozen in fear.
'I didn't have to hurt him. I just want you Brittany.' Derek said softly. Carole was still sobbing, quite loudly now.
'Quiet! God shut up!' He told her harshly. But that only caused her more stress.
'I guess you can be with him now..' Derek pulled the trigger again and hit Carole in the chest. It didn't kill her immiediatly though. She lay on the floor, coughing up blood and groaning in pain. Santana tried to go help her, but that only caused him to turn the gun on her.
Carole finally stopped breathing. Brittany cried harder.
'I hate you! I hate you!' Brittany finally said through her gasps for breath.
Derek's eyes finally turned a dark color. 'Now Brittany, don't be that way. I wouldn't want Santana here to have to have the same fate as them.' He threatened darkly.
'No! Don't take Sanny from me. Please. Please.' She begged.
'Put the gun down. It's not helping anything.' Santana said as she positioned herself in front of her best friend.
'It is though. I'll finally have her.' He said thoughtfully. Before Santana could reply, a police officer broke through the door.
'Police! Put your hands up!' He shouted at Derek.
'No! She'll be mine! I love her!' He raised the gun to Brittany and the sound of gunshot filled their ears. Santana stayed firmly in front of Brittany, but not sheilding her from all directions. There was quiet, until she finally heard the sweet sound of Brittany's sobbing fill the air. He hadn't shot. Brittany was alive. Santana was alive. The police officer had shot Derek, effectively killing him.
Santana turned to look at Brittany who had already run over to her Aunt and Uncle lying dead on the ground.
'I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry.' The blonde muttered over and over again. Santana wasted no time in pulling the sobbing dancer into her arms. 'Sanny!' She cried.
'It's okay, B. You're okay. It's over, it won't ever happen again.' The Latina rocked her best friend, watching as the police officer called for an ambulance.
'Th-they were ju-st trying to pr-protect me.' She sobbed.
'I know Brittany. I know. You okay. I'm here. I'm here.' Santana soothed.
'Oh my god, San.' Quinn cried and ran over to hug her best friend.
'Mr. Schue was trying to protect us. It reminded her of when her aunt and uncle were trying to protect her. So she freaked.' Santana explained.
'Why didn't you ever tell me?' Quinn asked.
'Brittany didn't want anybody to know. She didn't want people to look at her differently, or to feel bad for her, or to be reminded of what happened. She blames herself.'
'San..' Puck started, but Santana just continued.
'It broke her. She still wakes up with nightmares sometimes.' Santana sighed.
'We get it. It's okay. I'm so sorry.' Quinn soothed her, rubbing her back.
'Yeah, thanks. I'm gonna get to bed now. We can talk about this tomorrow with..everybody else.' Everybody nodded and Santana walked over to where Brittany was. The Latina moved under the blankets and pulled her girlfriend into her arms. Brittany stirred and latched onto Santana as if her life depended on it.
'Sanny?' She yawned tiredly.
'I'm here Britt-Britt.' She smiled softly and planted a kiss to her head. The brunette started to soothingly run her hands through golden hair, effectively putting Brittany back to sleep.
'I love you, Brittany.' She whispered in the blonde's ear.
So there was chapter six! Like it, hate it? Hey, I have an idea..how about..you guys..REVIEW? Huh? Huh? Yeah I know, an amazing idea. I know I love it. SO DO IT AND MAKE ME HAPPY :D