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A little warning. This chapter contains violent. A bit.

Chapter 13

Santana lay on her bed and heard her phone ringing. She didn't need to look at the display to know it was Brittany. She had called her like a thousand times since Santana ran away after their kiss without saying a word. Well, it wasn't really their kiss. It was more Santana's kiss with no reaction from Brittany.

Santana finally took the phone and chose the 'decline' button just like the last times. She didn't want to talk to her. She couldn't. She was to ashamed.

She was too afraid of what Brittany would say. Santana herself was not aware of what she was thinking as she decided to kiss Brittany. In that moment it just felt right somehow. But it wasn't right. She couldn't just kiss her best friend like that. She knew that.

But hearing it from Brittany, that it wasn't right, that she couldn't do that, would kill her.

As Santana entered the school on the next day, her stomach ached. She knew she would meet Brittany and she had no idea what to say.

She went to her locker and had to realize that Brittany was waiting there already.

"Hey", she whispered softly.

Santana didn't dare to look into her eyes. "Hi", she mumbled to her feet, turned to the looker and opened it.

"Are you mad at me?", Brittany asked with a sad voice.

Before Santana could do or say anything, Quinn arrived. "Hey guys"

The two greeted back and a awkward silence followed.

Quinn frowned. "Did something happen?"

"Santana doesn't talk to me", Brittany whined and Santana could fell the gaze of both girls on her.

She panicked. She didn't know what to do, so she just ignored them and walked to the class room.

"What's wrong with you?", Quinn ran after her.

"Nothing", Santana answered briefly without stopping.

"Oh yeah sure", Quinn mumbled ironically, "Everything as always"

"Mhm", Santana just made.

Quinn sighed. "Whatever. Just fix it until tonight. I don't want you two ruin the party for me"

Santana had totally forgotten about that. Tonight was this big party at a friend of Finn. Noah Puckerman. He was already in High School and that meant the party was a high school party with lots of alcohol and older guys.

Santana was looking forward to that since days, but know she panicked by the thought of it. She couldn't ignore Brittany the whole evening. She would have to talk to her. But what should she say? She could say, she fell and landed on Brittany's lips. She might believe that. Sounded like a plan!

"Don't worry. It'll be fine", she mumbled in Quinn's direction and entered the class room.

"Hey hot stuff", a guy greeted Santana, after he had opened the door for her.

She raised a eyebrow. She liked what she saw. He was tall, ripped and had a Mohawk, which was totally badass.

"I'm Puck", he introduced himself, took a step aside and let her in, "Welcome to my home"

"Noah Puckermann? Finn's friend?", Santana asked.

"Oh you're from Finn? Then you're a junior highler?", Santana nodded, "Never thought they have such nice girls at junior high"

Santana smirked. "Well I guess I'm an exception", she flirted back, "Santana by the way"

"Well, welcome to the party, Santana. Alcohol is in the kitchen and if you're looking for some fun I'm here for you"

"Good to know", she winked and walked away with a swing of her hips.

She wasn't new in the flirting business. She hadn't had a real boyfriend since Darren, but a lot of flirts and flings. But she never got over Second base with anyone. She just didn't feel ready for that.

As she entered the living room, she let her eyes wander through the crowd. There were a lot of people she didn't know. A few football player from the team from her school. Finn, who was flirting with Quinn as usual. The Asian guy Mike. Brittany! Santana froze instantly. Brittany was looking at her and the first time since yesterday their eyes met.

For a moment they looked at each other. Brittany's eyes seemed blank. Santana swallowed and looked away. She wasn't ready to face her right now.

She went in the kitchen. Puck was there with two other guys.

"Santana", he cheered as she entered.

He somehow managed to get a lot more drunk in the last ten minutes.

"Have a shot", he handed her a glass with a clear liquid. Probably vodka.

Santana didn't care. She just needed some alcohol to survive the evening.

"Brittany is gone", Santana sobbed tearless, "She don't like me and she is gone"

Santana was sitting next to Quinn on a couch. She had spent most of the evening in the kitchen and as she came back in the living room, she couldn't find Brittany anymore.

"She is not gone", Quinn looked at her confused, "I saw her a few minutes ago. She talked to some football player. Matt or something"

Santana shook her head. "No she is gone because she hates me and she likes you more, because you're nice...sooo", she spread her arms, "nice"

Quinn raised an eyebrow. "God, what's wrong with you? You're really weird when you're drunk", she said with a grimace.

"See!", Santana whined, "You don't like me either"

Quinn rolled her eyes. "I like you Santana"

"Really?", she asked with big eyes and before Quinn could answer, she stood up, "I'll search Brittany", and she walked away.

"BrittBritt", Santana yelled and whistled as if she was looking for her dog.

She was now on the first floor of the house because she hadn't found Brittany on the ground floor. There was nobody here, because the party was just downstairs, but Santana was sure Brittany had to be somewhere.

She tottered down the hallway and opened every door. She had already found a girl puking on the toilet. And a couple in the nursery making out.

She arrived the last door in the hallway and opened it.

"Britt?", she asked when the door was half open. And as it was fully open she added a low "oh!"

Brittany laid on a bed and on top of her a big guy. Santana didn't really know him. They were kissing and the guy's hand was underneath Brittany's shirt.

"Sorry", Santana mumbled and was about to close the door again. But as she met Brittany's eyes she stopped.

Brittany was scared. Her eyes weren't filled with pleasure, they were filled with fear.

Santana looked closer at the scenario. The guy sat on her legs, so she couldn't move them. With her hand which wasn't touching her breast, he hold her arm tight. And his kiss was hard, probably to shut her up. He forced himself on her!

The alcohol in Santana's blood had suddenly disappeared. Hatred welled up inside her and she just saw red.

She stormed towards the guy, grabbed his shirt, pulled him off Brittany and tossed him against the nightstand. She made a fist and started to punch in his face.

After a moment of surprise he started to fight back. He grabbed her fist, turned her arm on her back and pushed her away. She fell and her temple bumped against the edge of the bed.

She didn't even care. She stood up again, turned around and plunged her knee in his stomach.

He lurched and fell backwards, his head against the nightstand. Santana grabbed his hem and started to punch his face again.

"Sanny?", it was only a whisper, but Santana stopped instantly and turned around.

Brittany looked at her. Tears streamed down her face and there was still panic in her eyes.

Santana let go of the guy and went to Brittany.

"I'm sorry sweetie", she whispered and pulled Brittany into her arms, "It's okay. I'm here. He won't hurt you anymore"

Brittany didn't say anything but she clung her fingers into Santana.

Santana lifted her up and carried her out of the room. As she reached the door, she turned around and looked to the guy. He was bleeding and looked defeated.

"If I'll ever see you again, I'll kill you", Santana's voice was just a whisper, but she knew that he understood every single word.

Then she turned around and carried Brittany downstairs.

"Oh my god! What happened?", Quinn asked, as Santana ran into her on her way outside.

"You're bleeding Santana", she added concerned with a look on her forehead.

"I'm fine. I'll bring her home", she nodded down on Brittany in her arms.

"What happened?", Quinn asked again.

Santana shook her head. "This Matt guy...he tried to..", she paused, "He wanted to...", she couldn't say it out loud, but there was no need to. Quinn understood.

"Oh my god", she yelled, pressed her hand on her mouth and looked down on Brittany, "Is she okay?"

Santana looked also down. Brittany's eyes were closed. "I guess...i hope"

"Can you take care of the scum? Call the police or something...He is laying in the bedroom upstairs", Santana asked and looked back at Quinn, "I just want to bring her home"

"Yeah..sure", Quinn nodded still in shock.

"I'm so glad you're not mad at me anymore", Brittany whispered scarcely audible, as Santana left the party.

Santana looked down at her, who was still in her arms. "What?", she asked confused.

"I'm sorry that I didn't kiss you back. You were mad at me because of that right? I wanted to kiss you, really, I was just so surprised at first", she explained still in a low voice.

"Britt..", Santana could feel tears crawling up in her eyes, "Don't worry about that right now okay?", she said softly, "I was never mad at you, I promise"

"Okay", Brittany seemed relived.

"San? Can you bring me home?", she asked weakly after a while and closed her eyes again.

"Yeah", Santana pulled her closer, "I'll bring you home"