Title: Take It On The Run (5/?)
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
Summary: Brittany and Rachel go see their families in Rosewood, PA for the weekend, Santana tags along.
Word Count: 2400-ish (another shortie…)
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 reading. 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 5

Somehow, Santana and Emily got stuck getting the refreshments while Brittany and her new best friend, Maya, went to the bathroom for "girl time." It was something that she shouldn't be surprised about, Brittany was always making friends easily. Now that she was stuck in an unfamiliar town and all she had was Brittany, it felt weird and lonely when the blonde left her like this.

Emily was here, but even after they talked and kind of connected a little Emily still stood a few steps away from Santana and looks at her like she wants to say something but is too scared. She wasn't sure what it was about the shy girl that was making her give advice, grab Brittany's hand at the restaurant to show that it was OK, or just generally trying to get her over this 'I care what other people think' hump she was stuck on but here she was doing it again.

"What are you getting?" she asked, nodding her head towards the concession stand. It was lame, she knew that, but there was very little to go on considering she didn't care too much about standing in line in awkward silence. Emily, still looking terrified of Santana, tightened the hold she had on her own body and shrugged.

"What are you getting?"

"Sour patch kids," she answered, going on when she saw Emily's eyebrow quirk up. "Brittany's favorite."

"Oh yeah?"

"She says they're like us," Santana said quietly, unable to fight off the smile that's spreading across her face. She noticed Emily smile too and wiped her face clear of any emotion. Instead, she stares ahead and silently wills the line to move faster, or for Brittany to come back and distract her. She's getting bored and Emily's not the best company due to her quiet nature.

All the more reason why Emily shocks her by asking, "So…what made you choose I Walked With A Zombie? Are you an old horror movie fan or something?"

"No," Santana scoffed. "Do you think we're actually going to watch the movie?"

"Yes…?"

Santana didn't even bother hiding her annoyance. "Look around…this place is crowded, but not too crowded. It's an older theater, which means no one our age usually comes here so you don't have to worry about telling off one of your ignorant classmates when they see you with your girlfriend. Plus…these movies are shitty. You don't take a date to a movie you want to see because you won't be watching it.

"These kinds of theaters…perfect for that thing."

Emily got one of those looks on her faces that resembled Brittany when she was faced with a difficult math problem, but then her eyes widened in realization. The people in front of them finished with their order and Santana stepped up to the counter while Emily remained where she was in stunned realization. She placed her order and looked back at Emily, snapping her fingers a couple times in an attempt to break the other girl's shocked stance.

"You OK?" she asked blankly when Emily joined her and leaned on the counter for support.

"Um…yeah…it's all just kind of hitting me right now…"

The person working the stand finished with Santana and turned to Emily. Santana watched as Emily went on autopilot, giving her order but obviously letting the gay panic settle back in her mind because the counter guy manages to sell her a gigantic tub of popcorn paired with a small soda. "You need to relax."

"I don't think I can do this," Emily whispered once they stepped away from the counter. "What was I thinking…I can't do this…"

"OK…just stop," Santana hissed, grabbing Emily by the elbow and tightening her grip. "You're here, you're doing this, and you need to stop freaking out. I don't know what era you're from if you don't know that when you go on a date to the movies you're basically paying ten dollars to make out with someone, but if you don't want to do it don't." The panic washed away from Emily and Santana recognized the look that came across her face.

Anger.

"You know what?" Emily began with an eerie calm as she yanked her elbow free from Santana's grasp. "This whole time you've been telling me to suck it up, to deal with it, and to not care about what other people think. You make it sound so easy and you've been shoving your relationship in my face since we met. I know, not intentionally…but still…

"I like Maya. I do…and it's been a long time since I felt this strongly about someone, but I'm still scared. I don't really expect you to get this, but it doesn't matter how I feel or what really makes me happy because…sometimes…that fear is just too much."

Emily hung her head, took a deep breath, and tried to compose herself.

This whole weekend was totally backwards.

The only person Santana was supposed to care about was Brittany. She never thought to let anyone else in. Then Glee Club happened and, even though she still gives off her bitchy attitude, she can't imagine life without them. That's where it all started, and now it was getting worse. Some girl, a friend of a friend who she would probably never even talk to again, had now somehow managed to unintentionally break down Santana's barrier. This shouldn't be happening, but it is. Santana's mouth opens and she tells Emily something that she has never said out loud before.

"I'm in love with Brittany."

Emily looks at her with even more anger, but Santana holds her hand up and goes on, "I'm in love with her and…I'm terrified to tell her. It's stupid, and irrational, and…it sounds like the easiest thing in the world to say, but I can't say it."

The anger fades away from Emily and Santana shakes her head, laughing at herself at how ridiculous it all sounds out loud. "It's so stupid," she says lowly and with a shrug. "But I'm still scared shitless so…yeah…I get it."

"That is pretty stupid," Emily chuckled, easing the tension between them. "I guess mine is too."

"Nice to know you're not the only one who's pathetic, huh?"

"I think yours is extra stupid, though."

"Wow, thanks, but I think they're both equally stupid," Santana laughed back, surprising herself at how easy it was to be this carefree with someone who was still, technically, a stranger. "I know we're having these moments, or whatever, but you can't tell people that I'm actually a decent person, OK?"

"Fine," Emily responded. "I don't think anyone would believe me, anyway."

After all that, Santana made a mental note to not end up alone with Emily Fields ever again.

Weird things happen.

"Believe what?"

Both girls jumped at Maya's question.

They walked up to the pair, Brittany untangled her arm from Maya's and reached out for Santana's hand automatically while Maya took in the sight of Emily's popcorn with wide eyes. "Think you got enough there?" she joked, and both Santana and Emily breathed an internal sigh of relief that she abandoned her previous question at the sight of the comically large tub of popcorn.

Emily laughed nervously as Maya took the popcorn and reached for Emily's hand and tugged her towards the theater. "Come on, we should get seats," she said before turning back to Santana and Brittany. "I hope you two don't mind if we sit by ourselves."

"We were getting sick of you guys anyway," Santana called after them, but Emily smiled at her before disappearing with Maya into the theater.

When she turned back to Brittany she watched as her girlfriend began to exaggeratedly swing their hands back and forth and give Santana a knowing look. "Whatever you're about to say, don't," she told the blonde as she yanked them over to the door.

Brittany, obviously having too much fun at Santana's expense, pulled her to a stop. Smiling, despite herself, she started to whine, "Britt-"

"You were nice to Emily, right?" Brittany asked, ignoring Santana's pleas.

"I'm always nice, B."

"Liar," she says sweetly, this time taking the lead and walking them towards the theater. "Is this a scary movie?"

"Yeah, but it's an old one…it's not really scary," Santana said immediately, hopefully easing the slight edge that was in Brittany's voice. "And…if it does end up being too scary I'm just going to have to take your mind off it."

xxxxx

Things were going fine, even though Emily felt like bolting out of her seat every other minute.

It's stupid, and she hates it, herself, for feeling that way because Santana was right: everyone in this movie theater is making out right now. Including Santana and Brittany who, somehow, managed to sit right where Emily could see them. The moment the movie got a little scary, Santana was drawing Brittany in and the two hadn't stopped. In their defense, however, Maya had chosen the seats.

Once the lights had gone down, and at just the right time when Maya had asked about her dad and meeting him which was not a conversation she was quite ready to have yet, Emily held on to the other girl's hand. It was a little awkward at first, but then Maya shifted her hand so that their fingers laced easily together and Maya's thumb began tracing lazy patterns on the inside of Emily's wrist.

All the panic and worry and stress had slipped away as the movie went on and Maya continued to hold her hand. That's when it happened; the panic came back, but only after her brain entertained the idea of leaning over and kissing Maya. Emily had turned to look at her, after a part in the movie that caused the people still paying attention to jump and for Maya to squeeze her hand in surprise, and got so caught up in her beauty and openness that the idea of kissing her became all Emily could think about.

Maya, obviously feeling Emily's stare, looks back and smiles. It took her by surprise, and that's when she suddenly looked away and was faced with the image of Brittany and Santana clinging to each other. There was so much need and passion underneath the sometimes sweetness and more times hungry kisses. It was something that she noticed during the many, many times they had made out in front of her since meeting them the night before.

And, it was something she envied.

Now, however, she felt Maya's eyes burning into her profile.

Emily exhaled, mentally preparing herself for looking over at Maya and being met with her dark, mesmerizing eyes. When she does turn, when she does get sucked into Maya's gaze, everything disappears around them. Her eyes flicker down to Maya's lips and a part of her brain, a very smart part she'll later realize, wonders how she can be so scared when being this close feels so good, so right.

As her mind thinks it, her body scoots closer in her seat and her head is leaning forward. Their lips brush together briefly and softly, barely touching but the feel still lingering on Emily's lips none the less, and she remains inches above Maya's mouth as her eyes lock on to the other pair of brown. For once, there's no hesitation, no fear, and Emily has never felt more comfortable and grounded into a moment than she is now.

They both lean forward this time, meeting half way, and Emily can't help the low moan that she lets out when their lips crash together. This was something different than any kiss she's had before, including the now infamous photo booth kiss. All the time that had passed, all the accidents and realizations, made this kiss so much more than Emily could ever expect.

The kiss deepened, Maya's tongue demanding entrance by licking Emily's lips. As the other girl brought her hands up to cup Emily's face, holding her safely and securely in place, Emily responded by pushing back and tilting her head for better access.

The comically large tub of popcorn gets knocked over as Maya scoots forward in her seat to get as close to Emily as physically possible. The perfectionist in Emily spares a brief moment to think about the cleanup of the giant mess, but then Maya takes Emily's lip in her teeth and bites down. Another moan tears itself from Emily's mouth, this one louder and Maya breaks free and laughs. "Easy," she whispers, leaning back down and kissing along her jaw line. "Don't want to get us in trouble."

Maya punctuated the last word with a quick bite to Emily's ear lobe. Emily bit down on her lip to try to keep quiet, but Maya was still doing these amazing things with her mouth and tongue and she wasn't sure how much longer she could take it. "Maya," she managed to say as quietly as possible. "Maybe we should-"

"Do you want to stop?"

"No," Emily responded, loud enough to receive some pointed coughs at their direction. "No," she repeated, lowering her voice. "The last thing I want is for you to stop, I just…I kind of wish we weren't in the middle of a movie theater right now."

Maya smiles, leans forward again, but her lips hover over Emily's. She's not sure what kind of game Maya is playing, but just as she tilts forward Maya's hand reaches into her pocket and fishes out her keys. She dangles them in front of Emily's face with a wicked smile and dark eyes staring back at her eagerly. It takes a second for Emily to realize what Maya has in mind. When she does she can't help but mirror the other girl's smile.

"What about Brittany and Santana?" she asks suddenly, hating the rational, caring part of her brain. "We can't just ditch them."

"We're not," Maya said as she pressed her mouth to Emily's quickly in an attempt to regain her focus. "We're just going to go to your car and see what happens…because the movie is awful…"

Each time Maya says a word, her lips push against Emily's. "It's terrible," she replies, feeling lightheaded. "I can't sit through any more of it."

There's a slight chill that runs through Emily's body when Maya pulls away, but her warm hand grabs Emily's and yanks her out of the theater as fast and quietly as possible. Emily spares a glance over her shoulder, catching Brittany and Santana still attached at the lips and sinking further into their seats.

Emily thinks about Maya, thinks about her kiss and whatever might happen between them once their alone, thinks about how amazing it feels, and she thinks, for once since she met them, that Santana and Brittany have had the right idea all along.