Title: Take It On The Run (1/?)
Author: Race122VE (Coll)
Glee/Pretty Little Liars Crossover
Pairing: Brittany/Santana, Emily/Maya (other characters: Rachel Berry, Hanna Marin, and Spencer Hastings)
Rating: PG-13/R
Summary: Brittany and Rachel go see their families in Rosewood, PA for the weekend, Santana tags along.
Word Count: Around 2600 this part.
Disclaimer: All television shows, movies, books, and other copyrighted material referred to in this work, and the characters, settings, and events thereof, are the properties of their respective owners. As this work is an interpretation of the original material and not for-profit, it constitutes fair use. Reference to real persons, places, or events are made in a fictional context, and are not intended to be libelous, defamatory, or in any way factual.
Author's Note: So, I don't know how this happened, but I do know to blame (partially) Mel. This is a Glee/PLL crossover where Brittana and Emily/Maya go on a double date. Brittany is Hanna's cousin and Rachel knows Spencer and just keep , this is unbetad because I had to get this up and had no time so all mistakes are mine. Sorry. Hope you like it and let me know what you think.
Author's Note 2: Apologies go out to people who've been waiting for "Always The Same" I do have the last part started, but RL kinda got in the way and now this idea has taken over my brain. It will be finished though, I promise.
Chapter 1
Santana rolled her head back on her neck, smiling as Brittany's fingers kneaded into her muscles as she reached up from the back seat. Rachel, who almost needed to sit on a car seat to see above the dashboard, broke eye contact from the road and looked sideways at her. Their eyes locked and Santana's smile tightened into a smirk as she reached back and gently squeezed Brittany's knee. Rachel groaned.
"You promised me you'd be good," Rachel warned as she glanced back at Brittany quickly before turning back to the road, trying to sound menacing but failing, of course. "It was the only way I agreed to this-"
"We promised we'd be good in front of Britt's cousin and her friends," Santana cut in, not even able to take seconds of Rachel talking too much. "I never agreed to anything before we got there."
"You weren't supposed to come," the short brunette mumbled, looking back at Brittany once again and talking louder. "She wasn't supposed to come with us."
"I wanted her to come…and we had an extra seat…" Brittany responded in a confused tone. "Who cares if you come?"
"Rachel doesn't want our gay around her family," Santana stage whispered to Brittany, her dark eyes burning into Rachel the whole time.
Rachel sighed, letting Santana get the better of her even though she shouldn't, "I have two gay dads, Santana…Spencer is well aware of the gay in our family."
"Well, Hanna knows about us," Brittany said, motioning between her and Santana with her free hand. "So…I still don't get the problem."
"There's not a problem, Brittany," Rachel snapped, a little harder than she meant. "Just, generally, I don't need to see you two all over each other. And, while our cousins might know and be OK with the LGBT community, I don't know if they'll like it 'in your face' style all weekend."
Santana quirked an eyebrow, turning in her seat so she could reach her hand further up Brittany's thigh. "Guess we're gonna have to take advantage of our time before we get to your cousin's fancy mansion," she said as Brittany giggled from the back seat, but there was something resembling lust under the cute reaction the blonde had.
It made Santana's hand continue moving further.
"OK, I can see what's happening," Rachel exclaimed, gesturing towards the rear view mirror. "The GPS says its five minutes away…can you not touch each other for that long or will your hormones erupt?"
"Relax Berry," Santana responded, stopping her hand and reaching out to lace her and Brittany's fingers together. "We know how to behave."
She noticed Rachel roll her eyes while checking her blind spots. Santana rolled hers as well, showing the tiny girl how to do it right.
"So…what's the plan again?"
The question was out of Santana's mouth before she could even think about what she had done. In her need to push past the conversation she was having, she went with the first thing her brain gave her and that was a question.
Directed at Rachel Berry.
Shit.
She hated her brain sometimes.
"Well," Rachel began, taking a huge breathe in to last her for the fifteen minutes straight of nonstop talking they were about to experience. "Spencer, being a part of my gene pool, managed to win a prestigious award for one of her AP History papers and her family bought a table for the dinner where she's going to be honored. I'm my fathers' representative of the family."
"How'd you rope my girlfriend into trying to ditch me for the weekend?"
Rachel sucked in another gulp of air, her mouth open ready to continue when Brittany broke in with, "Wait. When did you become a cowboy, Rachel?"
The brunette's mouth hung open, her face contorting in confusion over Brittany's question. Santana bit back her laughter, settling for squeezing Brittany's hand, as Rachel plowed on without acknowledging the question. "Anyway, I found out only a few weeks ago that one of Spencer's best friends was Brittany's cousin."
"Yeah," Brittany nodded along. "They didn't talk for, like, a year or something."
"They're on speaking terms now," Rachel shrugged. "And they have an extra ticket to the dinner which is why you're really here, Santana. The. Only. Reason."
Brittany squeezed Santana's hand this time, a silent plea to let go of whatever remark she had for Rachel regarding the way she stressed each individual word. The look on Rachel's face suggested that she was expecting a comment from Santana and relaxed after a few moments of nothing. So, silence filled the car because Santana is totally whipped.
It had been this way since they went public with their relationship. They were both getting tired of being clichéd high school cheerleaders who slept around and decided to just stop hiding what they both knew was there. The next day at school, before they separated to go to their classes, Santana yanked Brittany close by her pinky and kissed her goodbye. Santana hadn't noticed anyone paying any more attention to the two Cheerios more than usual. Her eyes, however, were watching as the blonde walked down the hallway so that could be why she didn't notice anything.
People did notice, though, because by the time first period let out and Brittany had threw herself into Santana's arms by their lockers the whole hallway was watching, whistling, and making the general uproar Santana expected since they decided not to hide behind excuses.
Turns out it wasn't a huge deal. They just had to deal with some names being thrown at them as well as barely missing some slushies being sent their way, but all in all Santana couldn't be happier with their decision. Brittany may come off as dumb, but Santana knew better. The same way Brittany knew she was more than just a bitch. No one knew her like Brittany, and it's one of the many reasons that she's found three words getting caught in her throat more and more as their relationship continues.
They always said "I love you." They've been saying it since they were kids, but now it's different. So when Brittany knows to shut Santana up before she can cut Rachel down to an even shorter size, she has to push down the words and try to stop her heart from beating too fast. It's not very pleasant, but the first time she tells Brittany how she really feels will not be inside of Rachel Berry's car with one of them in the front seat and one in the back.
"Here we are!" Rachel shouted dramatically as she drove up the fancy driveway, pulling Santana from her thoughts. She took a deep breath as her eyes locked on the huge house that she would be in after a nearly ten hour drive from Lima to Pennsylvania. If she could restrain herself from killing Rachel for that long, a weekend in a big mansion should be a piece of cake.
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"Are you sure this whole dinner thing is a good idea?"
Hanna's clear, blue eyes remained fixed on Spencer running around the living room. She was fluffing pillows, sweeping nonexistent dust off of table tops, making sure magazines were perfectly fanned out, and not paying attention to Hanna at all.
"Spencer?"
She looked up after her hearing her name called loudly by her friend. "Yeah?" she responded, still sounding far off.
"I asked if this dinner was a good idea." Hanna repeated from her spot perched at the kitchen counter. "Well…actually, is bringing your family and my family to the dinner a good idea? Considering you stole-"
"You know I can't go over this again with you," Spencer rushed in with a hushed tone. "We're the only ones that know about this, OK? My parents gave me the tickets and told me my cousin was coming out and to just slap on a smile and not embarrass them. That's my only job this weekend. Yours too."
"OK, OK," Hanna replied, throwing her hands up in surrender. "Lucky your parents took Melissa out of town for the weekend."
"Yeah, and that my dad and uncle are cut from the same cloth," Spencer mused bitterly. "Sending their daughters to do the things they don't want to do."
Spencer went back to cleaning things that were pristine and untouched; Hanna sighed and softened her voice when she told her friend, "You know they'd be there, Spencer. Just like…you're right, you know…it's better in the long run if you just do this dinner, accept the award, and move on."
"Yeah, thanks," Spencer smiled back. "And, thanks too for suggesting your cousin and her friend take the extra tickets I have. It's so weird how we never knew that, but lucky too. I'd hate to sit at an empty table."
Hanna agreed, "Yeah, small world. Also, it's not just Brittany's friend…it's her girlfriend."
"I still can't believe she's gay," Spencer commented, her tone saying she didn't really care one way or another. "I mean, Lima isn't as nice as Rosewood but it's got the same kind of 'small town' mentality thing. I wonder how they deal with it."
"I don't know," the blonde replied. "How do your Uncles deal with it?"
"Good point."
"Anyway," Hanna went on. "I don't really think they're gay gay, you know? My mom always tells me that Brittany's mom tells her that she's always running around with someone, but it was always with her best friend so…I don't know…"
"And they're cheerleaders?" Spencer asked with raised eyebrows.
"Nationally ranked cheerleaders."
Spencer shook her head in disbelief, "What the hell are they doing hanging out with my cousin then? Rachel's not really known for her popularity."
Hanna chuckled, "I actually don't think they're really friends. Brittany says they're in Glee Club together but not that they hang out."
"This'll be a fun weekend then…even though Aria was dragged back to Iceland for whatever's going on with her family," Spencer said, looking just past Hanna at the clock on the stove and sighed. "Where is Emily with the pizza? They're gonna be here and they're probably gonna be hungry."
"She'll get here when she gets here," the blonde said, waving her off. "You need to calm down, Spencer. Like, really. So…just sit."
Spencer opened her mouth to argue, but Hanna held her hand up and then pushed it down. The brunette did as she was told and sat on the nearby chair, twisting her hands together in her lap. Hanna smiled victoriously, "Good. Now we're just gonna sit here and wait for our cousins to arrive."
As if on cue, Spencer turned her head to look out the window that showed the driveway and saw a car pulling up. "Oh my God, it's them," she muttered before jumping up from her seat and running to the front door. Hanna rolled her eyes and went to the fridge to pull out a bottle of water.
She heard screams coming from someone that was not Spencer and smiled when she saw Brittany come into the kitchen, tugging a slightly shorter, but strikingly beautiful Latina girl behind her. "Hanna! Hi!" Brittany shouted, releasing her girlfriend and hugging her cousin firmly. It had been a while since they saw each other so, despite the shock of having the taller blonde run over to her and pull her in tightly; Hanna hugged back just as hard.
They went right into asking about how they're doing, how their families are doing (Hanna, obviously, leaving out a lot of how her family was actually doing) and rambled until Santana coughed loudly behind them. "Sorry," Brittany pouts to her girlfriend, holding out a hand for Santana to take. She does as Brittany turns back to Hanna. "This is Santana…and this is my cousin, Hanna."
Hanna couldn't help but notice how, even though she coughed to get their attention, she couldn't look more bored after being included in their conversation. She's a cheerleader, she thought quickly as Brittany began to talk about how they're names rhymed. It made sense to Hanna, the way Santana was carrying herself. The blonde knew what it was like to be on both sides of the social scale. Until Ali became her friend, she was just stuck somewhere in the lower part of the middle. She knew what it took to cling to the top once she got there, and she got that Santana knew too.
Also, with the way she hovered around Brittany protectively, Hanna understood that Santana knew how to keep Brittany up there with her.
Another loud voice made its way into the kitchen, causing Brittany to stop talking and elbow Santana's side while keeping their hands linked. "Be good," Hanna heard her whisper to her girlfriend as Spencer came back in with a smaller, chatty brunette behind her. They both threw some bags on the floor of the kitchen before Rachel turned to Santana. Hanna was a little scared of the crazy look Spencer's cousin was giving Santana, who just looked amused.
"Thanks for helping with the bags, Santana," Rachel said, her tone dripping sweetly with sarcasm.
"Anytime, Berry."
"Spencer," Hanna jumped in, realizing that her pointing out that Brittany and Santana weren't really friends with Rachel was a huge understatement. "I guess Brittany ran right past you before you could meet…and this is her girlfriend, Santana."
"I gathered. It's nice to meet you," Spencer remarked, but in an open way as she stepped forward and shook their hands. "OK, so…our other friend Emily should be her soon with the food. In the meantime, I can show you where you're staying."
"Please tell me there are two separate rooms," Santana said as she grabbed Brittany's bag before lifting her own. "I've already been crammed in a small space with Rachel for too long-"
"Don't worry, there's plenty of space for all three of you," Spencer laughed then it died down as she realized what Santana had actually requested. The three girls made their way up the stairs, Spencer trailing behind and looking back at Hanna who merely smirked and pulled out her phone. "I'm gonna text Em…see what's up."
With a nod, Spencer went up and met the three girls at the top of the stairs.
"OK, so…the one all the way at the end has its own bathroom-" Spencer began, but didn't get to finish.
"I'm assuming every bed in this swanky place is at least a queen size," Santana said, continuing when Spencer nodded, her mouth hanging open a little in shock. "OK, we'll take that one then."
Spencer looked back to Rachel who just shook her head and sighed as the two girls nearly ran down the hallway. "We'll be down later," Brittany called out with a sweet smile before shutting the door and letting out a shriek of laughter at something that Santana did.
"You don't want to know," Rachel answered Spencer's unasked question. "They're not really that loud…just be happy they waited till they got into a room."
"Oh, um…O-OK," Spencer stammered, still looking back in disbelief. "So…they're…right now…?"
"It's best not to think about it," Rachel smiled as she turned and motioned to the other end of the hallway. "I would, however, be thrilled to hear that one of the rooms down this way is a guest room."
Something in Spencer's brain told her to let it go as she kept staring at the closed door. Rachel loudly cleared her throat and Spencer shook all the thoughts away. "Yeah, down this way," she nodded and led Rachel to another room.