Hey guys .)
I know this is late again but I'll try to update more now that the semester is almost over.
Thanks to all of you who read this story :)
Disclaimer: Nothing "Glee" is mine.
Santana, Quinn and Rachel followed Brittany like lost puppies. They didn't know what to expect from the rooms or the trials that lay ahead of them. Because really how can one determine through tests if anyone was suited for Hell or Heaven? This seemed like a big waste of time. If it was true and these Angel's, Seraphim's or whatever they were have seen their every deed on earth they should know by now what to do with them. Proof of that thought were their track suits. It was like a stigma that showed anyone that saw them what their biggest flaw or crime on earth was. Not a good way to start a fair evaluation. That is what Santana thought while she walked close behind Brittany. The brunette spaced out, focused on her thoughts and the delicious smell that seemed to come straight from Brittany's hair.
Santana thought about how she could have ever thought she liked boys. If she thought back and just looked past herself trying to deny these feelings she had, past society trying to mold her into an acceptable piece of their puzzle she saw it clearer than ever. She thought of all the times she stared at Sarah's back in class wanting to kiss that creamy smooth skin on her neck so badly and when she was asked where she was staring she talked about how hot Justin the boy next to her looked. It's kind of ridiculous because the only time Santana wasn't a bitch to people was when she was trying to cover her leering or thinking people knew what she thought when they looked full of disdain at her. All of the time her feelings have been a turmoil inside of her, the only thing distracting her was her little brother and she loved him even more for helping her forgetting for hours a day the frustration, pain and embarrassment that came with her slowly discovering her sexual orientation.
She knew her mother would never have approved of her coming out. Well let's say if she would have noticed at all. She was never really there and when she was she was always cold and repellent. The only time she ever saw her smile was when Tony would go up to her and show her a picture he drew or sit at the table and stare at his books and look at them as if he was solving the most complicated puzzle and the smile this big toothy grin when he figured out whatever he was trying to. Still remembering Tony's cute smile Santana didn't notice that Brittany stopped in front of a door and ran right into her. She fell onto her butt and looked like a deer caught in headlight. Brittany still had her usual smile gracing her lips and Quinn was helping her up from behind.
"Sorry" Santana mumbled, embarrassed that she ran straight into the blonde angel.
"It's okay. So here is where you will sleep." Brittany opened the wooden door and stepped inside the room. It was big and there were three fluffy beds arranged in the back of the room. They were identical except for the color of the bedding. There was a creamy one for Quinn, a red one for Rachel and of course a gray one for Santana. The walls were painted white but the floor had nice light floor boards so it looked comfortable unlike Archangel Sylvester's office. There was a huge window showing the flat landscape of Limbo and three desk adjacent to every bed.
"I think you can figure out on your own who belongs into each bed. This will be your shared room until you are ready to leave. Over there," Brittany pointed to a door Santana hadn't seen before, " is the bathroom. I guess I'll just let you settle in and sleep a bit. I'm going to be back later to take you to the first test." With that Brittany gracefully stepped out of the room leaving the girls to themselves.
The young angel was now heading to her own quarters still deep in thought. She knew that she was so much older than Santana and a look in Sue's little "Sin book" she saw that Santana's soul was an exceptional young one. This was her first round in the circle of life and death so all the memories, sins and deeds were all Santana's. Brittany still bugged the fact that Santana seemed different. She didn't even know why Santana wasn't send straight to hell. Normally if Sue Sylvester was of the opinion that you belonged there and your earthly record wasn't helping your case much she send you directly to hell. There must be something about this girl that Sue can't ignore. What could possibly outweigh her sins? Brittany sighed her head pounded from all the thinking. If she could just read all of Santana's file she would know what was going on. But she couldn't without Sue's permission so she was stuck and had to figure it out on her own. With that thought in mind lay down in her bed and closed her eyes. Angel's didn't really need sleep but after watching humans in the tower for centuries Brittany found that spending a few hours in your own oblivion was rather relaxing.
In their room the three girls all sat on their assigned beds. It was quiet in the room and no one spoke. All of them were anxiously awaiting these tests that would determine either eternal bliss in heaven or well – hell. The most calm was supposedly Santana. She was always pretty sure that she would be sent to hell so she hadn't much hope for anything. The only thing she longed for was a little bit time with Brittany. She didn't really know her and from what she could guess she could be thousands of years old, but still she had this appeal to her. A tuck she couldn't describe. Santana wasn't even sure if her intentions towards her were romantically really. Because in a sense Santana just wanted to envelop the angel in her arms and hug her until they mold together. And this scared Santana. She never felt anything for anyone other than Tony. She really loved her brother and would have done anything for him but this feeling she had when Britt was so strong and sometimes she gravitated so unconsciously to her that she didn't even realize it.
But right now Santana knew that she had to let herself rest and not think about Brittany anymore. She needed sleep because however dead she seemed to be she was exhausted and if these tests would determine if she came into heaven or hell she would do her fucking best to get into heaven. She didn't want her brother to have to be all alone up there. With that in mind the Latina closed her eyes and drifted off to sleep.
The next morning Santana woke up because of a soft but at the same time firm voice that seemed to fill their room. She looked over and saw Rachel and Quinn had decided to sleep in Quinn's bed all cuddled up. Santana smirked up at the duo and thought that this scene could only become gayer if there would be a unicorn puking rainbows on the girls. Santana stood up curious. She wanted to follow the voice. It seemed to be just outside their room and as soon as she opened the door she saw a familiar scene. Their kitchen. Tony was sitting at the table humming happily and her mother was singing softly and prepared something to eat, and at times she would turn around smile lovingly at her son. Where the hell was she? Who was this woman because this was definitely not her mother. Could her mother even cook? Before Santana could react she saw Tony making his way over to her but instead of his usually smiling face he looked up at her and seemed disgusted.
"I hate you. Can't you just go away already?" he all but screamed at Santana. She was speechless to say the least. She would have expected such words from her mother but not from her sweet little brother. It hurt her more than she believed she could bare. As if someone just tried to dig their way through her chest with their bare hands and rip her beating heart out of her. As Tony actually spit on her shoes Santana was a mess and her Mum was still standing over at the stove. She looked at Santana with the same look as Tony and she could hear her whisper into his ear 'that he shouldn't care that his sister is such a disgraceful abomination that doesn't deserve to live' he was still her little angel. If Santana wasn't so stunned she would have laughed at the situation. Her cute, sweet giggling brother, who she loved to bits just told her he hated her and actually spit on her. What the hell has happened? Santana didn't understand anything anymore. Where was her little Tony? What had her mother done to him?
Santana was slowly getting her bearings again and stormed into the living room ready to scream at her mother and demand to know what she had done to her brother. She saw her mother walking up the stairs with Tony hot on her trails. Santana stated running up the stairs and just as she was next to Tony the little boy tripped. Everything seemingly seemed to stop around Santana. All she could see was the terrified eyes of the little boy she loved so dearly and without a thought Santana tried to catch her little brother but lost her footing trying to do so. They were both falling but Santana wrapped her arms tightly around her brother protecting him from any harm. As she crashed down the stairs she heard something snap and everything turned black. Santana lay motionless at the end of the stairs tightly clutching her brother protecting him. The spit on her shoes wasn't even dry yet.
Quinn and Rachel stood over Santana's bed worriedly. The Latina had been thrashing around in her sleep and made noises that sounded like sobbing. Just as Quinn wanted to wake her up Brittany came into the room. She wore a simple white t-shirt and white shorts. Her blonde hair was pinned up into and elegant bun and her blue eyes had their usually innocent sparkle as she put a hand on Quinn's shoulder.
"She has to do this on her own Quinn." Brittany's voice was soft and demanding at the same time. "This is her trial and no one can help her there. This is her fight just as you two will have your own."
In that split second Quinn understood "this is her first test isn't it?" Brittany just nodded. Quinn looked at Rachel and she saw that the gravity of the situation dawned on Rachel. Their trials could happen at any given time. It could even be that right now they were being trialed just like Santana, who Quinn guessed hadn't realized that she was asleep and this was one of the tests she had to face.
Rachel's squeal brought Quinn back to reality. She turned around and saw that Santana sat upright in bed eyes wide open, breathing heavily her hand grabbing Rachel's wrist firmly. The confusion was evident on Santana#s face so Quinn tried to assure her that she was fine.
"Santana it was just a dream you are fine. Well I at least think it was?"with that she turned to Brittany and waited for her to elaborate.
Santana was really pale, sweating profusely and breathing heavily. Whatever she had been dreaming about couldn't have been good Quinn thought.
"Good job Santana!" Brittany answered all smiles. "You just successfully completed your first test!" Santana tried to comprehend what the blonde just said to her. This dream all this dread and her brother almost dying was just a test? Santana felt anger build up inside of her and before she could stop herself she hurled herself out of the bed and grabbed Brittany's hands and pinned her against the wall.
"IS THAT YOUR SENSE OF HUMOR? GIVING ME DREAMS ABOUT MY BROTHER HATING ME AND ALMOST DYING? DO YOU THINK THIS IS FUN? WHAT KIND OF SICK GAME IS THIS?" Santana yelled at the blonde while tears streamed down her face rapidly. Brittany didn't know what to say. Normally the souls quickly lose their strongest earthly attachments as soon as they reach limbo so that these scenarios do evoke emotions but just enough to get an honest response out of the people. Most of the time they don#t even remember the dreams clearly. But Santana seemed to have full recollection of what happened to her. She was for the first time in her celestial life speechless.
"CAN'T YOU EVEN ANSWER MY QUESTIONS? SO WHAT'S WRONG YOU DON'T HAVE A PROBLEM TO DO THESE THINGS TO US BUT THEN YOU ARE AFRAID TO FACE THE MUSIC? " By now Santana was absolutely consumed by her rage and her grip tightened on Brittany.
"Santana please let me go. I'm so sorry. This wasn't supposed to happen … " Santana's grip tightened again.
"So know it's okay just because you say sorry that's just not the way it works! I thought you were angels. I thought you were the good guys... " Santana calmed slowly down but she still growled everything through her teeth and didn't let up until she heard Brittany whisper "Santana you#re hurting me."
Sure Santana hadn't had a problem to kick a guys ass or tear other girls down with her vicious words or occasionally her fist but looking up into those blue eyes she saw only guilt and innocence.
She didn't know what she was doing. She was so mad. But at the same time a thought cam through Santana's head. She never wanted to hurt Brittany. And she knew it was true. She didn't know why but it was. And looking in those eyes made her only feel worse. She felt like she was losing control. So she just stepped away from Brittany, avoiding looking at her and walked out of the door. She knew who was in the end responsible for her dream. She was about to kick some Arch-Ass.
A/N: I'm sorry for all the mistakes. This is un-betad and I'm kinda bad at spelling an stuff ^^ Anyway have a nice day :)