It's finally finished!
I'm so sorry for making you guys wait so long for this chapter, but i am honestly glad that it's over now.
I apologise if it sucks because i did just want to get it done, but let me know what you think! Any reviews are much appreciated!
Is It Over?
'Why!' Mr Schu screamed at him, throwing him back up against the fridge. 'Why does she have to die?' He yelled, anger filling his eyes.
'All I know is that Simon wants revenge. And she is the closest to Maria he is ever going to get.' Jeremy pointed out, the resemblance between Maria and Santana almost uncanny.
'But..' Mr Schu ran a hand over his forehead. 'But she had nothing to do with, with anything! She's just a kid.'
'I know that.' Jeremy said quietly, almost as if he felt guilty.
'Then why are you doing this?' Mr Schu stepped away from him to lean his back against the kitchen table.
'Because if she doesn't die, I'll be trapped with Simon forever. He wont leave until his unfinished business, is finished.' Jeremy sighed.
'So you are going to let a sixteen year old kid suffer because you need a way of saving your own ass?' Mr Schu looked at him in disgust.
'I don't have any other choice. He will not leave until he gets his revenge.' Mr Schu walked over to him again.
'You need to tell me how to get her out of there. You need to tell me how to stop him.'
'I… I cant do that.' Jeremy said quietly, looking down and away from the prying eyes of the enraged teacher.
'You're pathetic.' Mr Schu spat at him, storming back out of the house, still with no idea of how to help Santana.
'San, come on.' Brittany got to her knees trying her best to haul Santana up with her. 'I can help you walk okay, we're getting out of here.'
'What if he comes back?' Santana asked, wincing slightly as the blonde placed an arm around her waist, holding the other one over her shoulder.
'Then I don't know, but there's no point waiting around for him to do something.' Brittany reasoned, Santana very impressed with this side of her girlfriend. She couldn't believe it was the same Brittany who, a couple of days ago, thought there was a monster in her bed. Santana felt her feet moving under her, she felt Brittany's grip on her back and wrist, she also felt cold. She knew he wouldn't be gone for long. 'Come on San, a few more steps okay.' Brittany pleaded, feeling the brunette start to slow down as they neared the hole in the fence.
'No, Brit…' She breathed heavily, stopping completely just before the opening.
'Santana, what is it?' She asked, removing her arm from around Santana's back and gripping onto her forearms.
'He's back.' She whispered, and then before Brittany realised it, Santana was being pulled form her grasp. She was sent crashing back down onto the spot Brittany had just lifted her from, the dancer yelling something to her but she couldn't focus. She had gone down hard, her right arm twisting beneath her as she landed. She cried out in pain as she once again rolled over to see Brittany sprinting towards her. Only this time, Simon was there too. 'B..Brit..' She tried to call out to her, to make her stop and get the hell out of this place. But it was no use, she either couldn't see him, or didn't want to see him, because she was still coming. Santana heard him laugh as he moved towards Brittany. 'Brittany, he's… he's here, you have to run…' She whimpered, trying to push herself up from the floor but her back had taken more of a beating than she had realised. She crumpled back down with her knees almost pulled to her chest, and then watched as Brittany was thrown back in the direction she came from. The blonde landed hard on her back, and stayed there. Santana watched with wide eyes as she lay motionless. She had to do something. 'Puck!' She yelled, seeing the others just outside the escape route they had created. 'Puckerman, get your ass in here!' She cried as loud as she could, the mohawked boy sticking his head through the gap.
'San, oh shit.' He said, looking at both girls lying on the floor. 'What can I do?' He asked, trying to keep his voice steady and strong.
'See if she's okay, I'll keep him busy.' Santana winced, pushing herself up with her good left arm and trying to stand.
'Santana what the hell are you going to do, he'll kill you!' Puck shouted, the brunette ignoring his warnings completely as she started walking backwards into the woods, back towards the house.
'Puck, just see if she's okay. Please!' Santana begged, tears threatening to fall as she took tentative steps behind her. The boy nodded, stepping cautiously into the grounds of Langdale house and making his way to the blonde.
'Brittany?' He said quietly, shaking her shoulders and trying to wake her up. 'Brit come on.' He pleaded, looking around him frantically, but trying to keep one eye on Santana. 'San! Stop!' He yelled, but his attention was quickly drawn back to Brittany who groaned.
'Puck is she okay?' Quinn called from the other side of the wall, the rest of the glee club looking on, powerless.
'She's okay.' Puck called back. 'But I don't think Santana is.' He said sadly.
'What? Why not?' Quinn looked around, taking her eyes off of Brittany and searching for her friend.
'She's gone.' Puck swallowed, Santana having snuck off back towards the house whilst he was tending to Brittany. 'Come on Brit.' He said, lifting her up from the floor and carrying her out to the other side of the wall. He set her down gently on the floor with Tina and Rachel by her side just as Mr Schu ran back over.
'What happened?' He asked, looking down at the blonde as he regained his breath.
'Simon attacked them, Brittany wouldn't leave Santana in there alone and he tossed her pretty bad.' Puck informed him. 'Did you find anyone at the other place Mr Schu?'
'No, it was Jeremy and he's in on it.'
'What?' Finn asked, shocked.
'He knew about Santana, about who she was and he..' Mr Schu fought back his anger. 'He fucking handed her right to Simon.' Then Will looked around, back through the gap. 'Where is Santana?' He asked worriedly.
'She went back towards the house. She told me to look after Brittany and a few minutes later she was gone.' Puck said, ashamed that he couldn't look out for her more.
'Mr Schu she could be anywhere by now. He might have found her, what if he..' Quinn stopped, tears threatening to spill over and down her cheeks.
'I know, but we're going to find her.' Mr Schu said firmly. 'She's tough, she'll be okay.' He assured them.
'Santana?' Brittany groaned, coming around more. She looked around for her girlfriend who was nowhere to be seen. 'Puck, where is she?' Brittany whispered.
'We don't know Brit.' He smiled sadly. 'She led him away from us, to protect us.'
'Well we have to go get her.' Brittany shouted, getting up on her own and steadying herself. 'We have to find her.'
'I agree.' Mr Schu looked at the faces of his students and then back to the blonde. 'Are you up to this Brit?'
'Yeah, she needs me, she needs us.' Brittany nodded.
'Alright then. Everybody stay in groups of three, but we all have to be able to see each other so no wandering off.' He moved closer to Brittany. 'I know you want to find her. But you cannot be reckless. Stay with Puck and stay calm. Santana would only blame herself if anything happened to you. To any of you.' He looked back up.
'We've got it Mr Schu.' Mercedes confirmed, everyone nodding before making their way back through the wall.
'Santana!' Brittany called, her eyes moving sharply to make sure she didn't miss the Latina if she moved near by. 'Santana!' She yelled again.
'Brit, calm down okay.' Puck placed a hand on her arm, gripping her softly and pulling her back beside him. 'We'll find her.' He smiled reassuringly.
'But Puck, we need to go quicker! What if he already found her huh? What do we do if we find her and it's too late?' Brittany cried, the mohawked boy noticing more tears forming in the corners of her eyes.
'That's not going to happen Brittany.' He said firmly.
'He's right you know.' Quinn seconded, the smaller blonde walking slightly behind them as she kept watch behind, keeping her eyes on the other glee clubbers.
'How do you guys know that?' Brittany asked quietly, walking slower, more relaxed as she kept in stride with Puck.
'Because it's Santana.' Puck said as if it were obvious. 'And you should know that too Brit. She doesn't take shit from anyone, even if they happen to have been dead for a couple hundred years.' Brittany let out a small smile and nodded, looking around in front of them again.
'We're nearly back at the house.' She informed them.
'Then that's probably where Santana is.' Quinn took Brittany's hand, moving them all slightly quicker towards the clearing the house sat in. 'She'll be okay.' Quinn whispered again. Mr Schu and the others seemed to come to the same conclusion, all of them meeting a few minutes later in the open clearing. The huge house was now in sight, all the lights out as the sky began to darken.
'Did you guys find anything out in the woods?' Mr Schu asked them all, hugging his coat around himself as the wind blew right through him.
'No, we didn't.' Mercedes said, Finn and Rachel saying the same along with Brittany.
'Okay then, we're going back inside.' Mr Schu informed them, everyone nodding and walking back to the house. But as they were making their way towards it, maybe ten feet from the back door, they heard a crash.
'Mr Schu, what was that?' Tina asked, Mike coming up behind her and wrapping his arms protectively around her.
'I don't know.' Mr Schu admitted with wide eyes. But the fear that ran through him for Santana was overwhelming. It could only be her, and Simon, because everyone else was accounted for. 'Come on.' He hurried them, breaking into a jog to reach the door, Sam and Puck right behind him.
'It's locked.' Sam stated as he tried to turn the handle.
'How is that possible, we didn't lock it.' Finn reminded them.
'It's him, Mr Schu it's Simon, he's not letting her out!' Brittany cried, running up to the door and pushing past the guys. She began painfully bashing her fists on the glass. 'Santana!' She yelled. 'San we're here! Open the door!' She begged.
'Brittany! Brit calm down.' Mr Schu said gently, pulling her back before she hurt herself. 'Everyone fan out, keep close, but find a way in.'
'How do we do that Mr Schu?' Mike asked.
'Any way you can.' Their teacher ordered. 'Break the walls down if you can, but we are getting into that house.'
'Got it Sir.' They nodded, the boys fanning out to find anything solid to throw against the windows, the girls trying all of the other doors and smaller windows.
About ten minutes later, a excruciatingly long ten minutes later, Finn and Puck had managed to break the back door open. Then with the help of Mr Schu they took the wooden panels out of it and unhooked the lock from the inside. 'Great work guys, Brittany! Quinn, girls!' He called, everyone running back over to him within seconds.
'Come on!' Brittany shouted, sprinting past all of them and into the house.
'Brit!' Quinn called, she and Rachel right behind her with the guys and their teacher at their backs.
'Santana!' Brittany called, running through the kitchen and the hall, turning her attention to the big living room at the front of the house. She stopped almost so abruptly that Quinn and Rachel had to try and not crash into her, but they managed. Brittany was looking at the darkened room, the door slightly ajar and curtains blowing were the only thing that could be seen from their angle. 'Santana?' She whispered this time, taking tentative steps towards the room. Rachel and Quinn made sure they kept up, always only a few paces behind the determined dancer. Mr Schu and the others watching from the hallway but ready to come in if needed. Tina, Mercedes, Mike and Kurt went up stairs just in case, searching the bedrooms for any sign of Santana.
'Brit be careful.' Rachel pleaded as Brittany's hand set itself against the cold wood of the door. She gently pushed it open, making sure to check every corner for Simon. She wasn't even sure she would be able to see him. All she knew is that she wanted Santana back more than anything, and she wouldn't let him get in her way.
'San?' She said gently, putting one foot into the room. What she saw then made her heart jump up to her throat and momentarily stop beating. 'Santana!' She cried, ignoring all of the glee clubs cautious cries and bounding right into the room. Her girlfriend was lying face down in the middle of the torn apart room. The chairs were tipped over, the coffee table in pieces, and Santana wasn't moving. 'Oh God, San.' Brittany rolled her onto her back, blood had pooled on the floor beneath her, leaking from a cut on her forehead. 'Mr Schu!' Mr Schu get in here!' She shouted, her teacher running in as fast as he could followed by the rest of the glee club who had all been reunited.
'Brittany, did you see what happened?' He asked, kneeling on the other side of the injured girl.
'No, Mr Schu, we just came in and she was like this. Is she okay?' Brittany asked, tears spilling down her face. Mr Schu lent his ear towards her chest, pulling back and placing two fingers on her neck.
'She's breathing, but her pulse is, it's weak.' He said, looking back up at his students. 'We need to get her to a hospital, now.' And without saying anything else he went to pick her up. However, as soon as he moved in to touch her, her body rocked with shocks. Her face crumpled in pain as she turned onto her side, her eyes immediately shooting open.
'Santana?' Brittany looked down at her shaking body.
'B….Brit…' She winced, trying her hardest to look up at her girlfriend.
'Yeah, it's me. You're gonna be okay.' Brittany sniffed, assuring Santana that everything would be fine.
'No…no it's not, I'm not…' Santana let out a small cry, unable to finish her sentence.
'San, what's happening?' Quinn asked, looking down over Brittany's shoulder.
'He's still.. Still here.' She screwed up her eyes, everyone watching as a tear rolled down her face.
'Where is he Santana?' Rachel asked, standing behind Mr Schu with Finn at her side.
'He's…. he's in…. in me..' Santana informed them, as her body painfully flew up from the floor and landed back down with a thump on the wooden surface.
'San!' Brittany cried, putting her hands on Santana's shoulder to keep her in place. She then looked to her teacher. 'Mr Schu, what do we do?'
'I… I have no idea Brittany, Santana, can you fight him, get him out?'
'I don't…. I don't know.' She whispered, her arms clenching by her sides and her muscles contracting. She let out a painful cry, her eyes rolling back into her head as she was lifted once more from the ground.
'Ah! San!' Brittany was crying full on now, feeling so helpless and useless because she couldn't help.
'Brit.' Santana wheezed, almost as if her lungs were closing in on her. 'B… I…' She tried to speak but she couldn't, her body once again slamming down onto the floor. The wind began to pick up speed, howling all around them as paintings were pulled from the walls, cushions flying from their positions scattered around the room. Brittany was trying to keep blonde hair out of her face, focusing on Santana as the Latina looked deeply into her eyes. Santana didn't need to speak to tell Brittany what she wanted to. Her eyes gave her all the love in the world. But then with one final breath and one final gust of wind, everything came to a standstill. Including Santana. She stopped breathing, eyes wide and focused on Brittany.
'San?' Brittany looked down at her, hands moving to cup her face. 'Santana?' Brittany spoke slightly louder, and began shouting when she didn't respond. 'Santana!'
'Brittany, let go.' Mr Schu moved her arms back.
'Oh God, Mr Schu please say she's not..' Quinn covered hr mouth at the thought, letting her tears drip over her hands as she watched on, feeling as helpless as everyone else.
'Santana.' Mr Schu almost shouted, leaning his ear back down beside her chest and not hearing anything. He quickly searched for a pulse in her neck and then in her wrist but there was nothing.
'Mr Schu?' Rachel questioned, everyone looking back at him and watching the tears fall from his eyes.
'Finn, Rachel.' He looked back at them both. 'Take everyone back through the hole in the wall and call an ambulance, wait for us there.' He wiped the tears from his face and concentrated back on the girl lying in front of him.
'Mr Schu, is it… is he gone?' Finn asked.
'Yeah Finn, he is.' Mr Schu replied without looking back at the boy, tilting Santana's chin towards the air as Brittany gripped onto her hand tightly.
'How do you know that Mr Schu?' Mercedes asked from her position in the doorway.
'Because Jeremy said that he would only leave once Santana was dead.' Mr Schu let a tear fall onto the floor beside him, lowering his mouth and covering Santana's, breathing into her slowly.
'She's…. she's…. dead.' Brittany stuttered, not believing what was happening.
'Yeah, but not for long Brit.' Mr Schu assured her, moving down to the Latina's chest and doing compressions. 'Finn, Rachel, what is everyone still doing here? We need an ambulance!' He yelled, the kids jumping back and hurrying around towards the door.
'Come on Mr Schu…' Brittany pleaded, she, Quinn and Puck the only kids left behind, praying that their teacher would be their new hero.
'One, two, three, four….' Mr Schu counted out loud as he started the second set of compressions, willing Santana to wake up with all his might. This continued for another minute, then two, then five, and still no change. But he wasn't giving up that easily. 'Come on Santana!' He shouted, pressing into her chest harder and breathing more and more air into her body to try and reactivate it.
'San, please wake up.' Brittany sobbed. 'Please.' She whispered, bringing Santana's hand up to her mouth and kissing it. They heard ambulance sirens in the distance, had it been that long? Apparently it had, Brittany feeling her body go numb as the paramedics came bursting through the door.
Everything went by so quickly after that. They moved Santana onto a gurney, the paramedics taking over mouth to mouth and compressions, fitting her to an oxygen mask and tank. They wheeled her out of the premises with no objections so Simon must have really left. She was technically dead after all. And all Brittany remembered was sobbing in Quinn's arms until she passed out, from exhaustion or sadness or both, she passed out and didn't wake up until a few hours later. She was lying on Quinn's lap, her legs hanging over Puck as they all sat in the waiting room. Mr Schu was pacing in front of them and she could see Mr and Mrs Lopez huddled together on the opposite row of chairs. The Latina woman saw her awaken and offered hr a small smile which she returned, pushing herself up and looking at Quinn. She had tears in her eyes and said; 'She's alive.'
The End