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"I'm sorry, but that movie was just retarded." Quinn shakes her head in disappointment. "I'm religious and I didn't believe in that."
"Say's the girl who supports gay marriages and couples, got pregnant when she was sixteen, hasn't talked to her mom in years and doesn't even go to church anymore. Super religious, Q." Santana rolls her eyes and smirks at the now turning red Quinn.
"Can it, Lopez! You're lucky I love you!" She huffs like the Big Bad Wolf. "Otherwise, you wouldn't be breathing this moment."
"I actually thought Paranormal Activity was pretty scary." Brittany bit her fingernails. "I mean you hear stuff around but no one is there and you feel eyes on you…" She gulps and looks around.
Santana and Quinn shut up and look around as well.
"You guys! We can't get scared now! It's supposed to be fun-" Santana stops talking and starts listening intently to a noise.
*TAP* *TAP* *TAP* *TAP* *TAP*
They turn their head towards Brittany's room. None of them are breathing but holding it in.
"Britt…" Santana whispers out. "You just locked Lord Tubbington in there, right..?"
"San, he's been dead. Oh my… You think it's his ghost?" Brittany stands up and walks slowly towards her bedroom door.
Quinn gets up and holds Brittany's hand firmly, not letting her go further. She mouths out, "No, Brittany… No…"
*SCRATCH* *SCRATCH* *SCRATCH*
Quinn and Brittany back up behind the couch next to Santana.
"What the hell is it?" Quinn asks.
Brittany and Santana shrug, both looking scared.
The rain and the gloom outside didn't help much. It's also 10:45, if they ask for help at this time; God knows what other trouble they'd just put themselves in.
While the two blonde's watch the door carefully from afar, Santana slips away into the kitchen and grabs a knife. She emerges from the kitchen and walks slowly to the door.
"San!" Brittany yells and whispers it out. "San, get back here!"
"Good thing she volunteered instead of me." Quinn said quite aloud.
Santana looks at Quinn and gives her the finger. She slowly walks towards the door barely close enough to hold a grasp onto the doorknob when-
*THUD!*
Quinn and Brittany squeal a bit at the fear of watching their friend face whatever it is behind the door.
Santana drops the knife and falls to the ground because the loud noise scared her. She listens carefully as she sits up. "What the..?" She crawls up to the door and listens through the wood. She stands up and opens the door much more bravely.
The action causes both girls spectating to squirm in panic. "Santana! Get out of there."
Santana slips inside the room and closes the door behind her. She turns on the light and "Holy fuck! AHHH!" *THUD!*
"SANTANA!" Brittany and Quinn yell out in unison fearing for their friend but they are too afraid to move from where they stand safely.
"Ouch! You little pussy!" Santana can be heard cursing at the other side of the door. "Get back over here!"
Quinn and Brittany look at each other carefully and eye the shadows escaping the door crack on the bottom. Santana is moving around the room, almost running around as if she is trying to catch something.
"What the hell is she doing?" Quinn raises her eyebrows and looks at Brittany.
"I don't know but she doesn't seem to be scared of whatever it is."
"AHA! I gotchu!" Santana sounds triumphant through the door. "Oooooooouch!" She screams out in a lot of pain.
Quinn and Brittany run to the door and open it in a snap. They gasp and awe at the same time. All they see is Santana bleeding with four tiny but deep scratches on her right, bottom jaw, also her left arm, and she is cradling a shaking and scared grey kitten with blue eyes.
Brittany and Quinn lift up at the Latina and leave her standing there while they take the cat.
"Oh my! Who's the cute little kitty?" Brittany nuzzles her nose with the kittens'.
"Who's a little cutey?" Quinn does her baby talk voice. "Who's the little cutey?"
The kitten stops shaking and starts meowing.
Santana looks at the two distracted blonde in disbelief. She is the one who went inside and risked her life. She is the one who found out what the damn thing is. She is the one bleeding!
"Why won't you stop meowing?" Brittany cradles the kitten in her arms and pout.
Santana gives up trying to get their attention and she walks to the kitchen. "That bitch is hungry." She takes out a bowl and pours milk on it. She puts it on the microwave for 15 seconds and gets the kitten. She places the bowl on the ground and the kitten next to it. In a matter of seconds, the kitten is crouched down, purring and licking milk.
"Aw, San." Quinn punches the Latina lightly. "I didn't know you have a heart!"
Santana rolls her eyes and shrugs.
"Come with me, San. I'll clean you up." Brittany holds Santana's shoulders and pushes her through the bathroom door. "Your scratches are bad."
"I swear, if I'm infected anywhere!" She grinds her teeth and glares at the kitten in the living room.
"Hold still okay? I'm just going to wash your scratches with warm water." Brittany fills the sink with warm water and she takes a towel and moistens in the warm water. "This is going to sting."
"MOTHER FUCKER!" Santana yells out at the contact with her torn arm skin.
Brittany finishes wiping Santana's arm. She moistens the towel in the bowl and let the warm water cascade onto the towel from the faucet. "This is going to hurt more." She lightly presses the warm, wet towel on Santana's, making sure she doesn't put pressure.
"FUCK ME IN THE ASSHOLE! SHIT!" Santana hates to admit it, but it hurts like hell.
"This is just the cleaning part, San. I still need to put alcohol and antibiotics." Brittany says it as if she's sorry for doing it.
"Just get it over with." Santana braces herself for the upcoming sensation of pain and no pleasure.
For the next 10 minutes, Santana can be heard screaming, groaning and complaining from the top of her lungs. There was even a point where she started tearing because the alcohol stung too much and Santana never cries unless someone insults her, badly. With every patting of alcohol contacts Santana's skin, Brittany blows cool air trying to relieve Santana from some of the sting.
"There!" Brittany smiles apologetically as she finishes putting the antibiotic on Santana's jaw where the scratch is located.
Santana mouths out thanks and walks out into the living room plopping herself down the couch. Her face and left arm is throbbing. She feels something light crawl on her lap. She looks down.
"Meow!" The kitten crawls into Santana's lap and lays himself in a tight ball, purring.
"Off! NOW!" She yells out but the kitten doesn't move. She picks it up and puts it next to her shooing it away.
"Meow." The kitten goes back in her lap.
Santana grabs him and places it next to her again. She crosses her arms and glares at the kitty.
The kitten walks towards her but doesn't go on her lap. Instead the kitten sits next to Santana, facing her and putting one of his tiny paws on her knee. "Meow…" The kitten puts both front paws on her knee and he's standing up. "Meow!"
"Aw, look San! He's sorry." Brittany sits next to them and smiles. "Forgive him! He likes you."
Santana looks away and furrows her eyebrows. She sits tugging her legs underneath her to the side and pats her lap, signaling for the kitten to come.
The kitten meows happily and circles her lap before settling in and purring.
"Here San." Quinn gives a big mug of hazelnut hot chocolate to her. "You get the most for doing such a great job." She kids.
"Thanks, Barbie." Santana retorts back and takes a big sip. "Ahhh, thanks Q. This really hits the spot."
"No problem." She smiles and walks to the kitchen. "Brittany, put in the next movie, please. I'll get our hazelnut hot chocolate and watch."
"Okay!" Brittany calls back as she pops in the movie and turns off the lights. She plops down next to Santana and looks at her. She can't help but giggle. "You have some whip crème on your upper lip."
"Oh." Santana licks her upper lip but misses a spot.
Brittany runs her thumb over Santana's top lip and licks it. "You taste delicious!"
Santana blushes and looks down. "Thanks… for getting that…"
"If you guys are going to play your love game, I don't want to be the third wheel!" Quinn hands Brittany her cup. "Give me the kitty so I won't be alone." She sits next to Brittany.
"Hell to the no!" Santana puts an arm over the kitten. "I mean, it's asleep so I don't want to wake it up."
"Mhm, SURE." Quinn smirks as she drinks the warm, sweet liquid. "By the way, kudos, S!"
Santana looks at her questioningly.
"San, you look like a totally badass!" Brittany says excitedly.
"Yeah, you look like you've gotten into a real big fight and survived." Quinn says jokingly. "Getting scratched by a cat and a door hitting you and knocking you out. Real survivor." She presses play on the remote to start the movie.
"You son of a bit-" She is about to scream out when Brittany shushes her.
"The movie is starting!"
Santana retreats and watches the movie in a grumpy mood.
Battle Royale turns out to be a very violent and gory movie. It's a Japanese movie about a group of high schoolers sent to an island to kill off each other until one remains. It's not an ideal movie for them to watch, but they were enjoying it.
"HOLY SHIT!" Quinn screams out and smiles. "That asshole totally deserve to get his nuts stabbed!" She laughs out loud.
"Oh my god!" Brittany stands up and claps her hands. "I actually like this girl!"
"Dude, she stabbed his nuts and killed him! Every rapist should die like that!" Santana suggests. "Oh shit, here's the bitch again."
"You mean, here comes Santana." Quinn laughs.
"Ahahahahahahaha! Oh my fucking god, Quinn! That is so true." She laughs out loud. "Look at her!"
They watch the two girls go. The one in the Kill Bill outfit runs while the supposed "Santana" character runs after her and shoots her. The "Santana" character has killed many people. She killed a girl with a sickle and slicing that girls' neck, she's shot a girl, she fucked two guys and killed them, now she killed Brittany's favorite character.
"Awww, look…" Brittany pouts. "She loves him but he doesn't love her, only as a friend…" She puts her head on Santana's shoulder.
"Man, I liked Kawada too…" Quinn sighs as the man she grew fond of die while smoking.
"Poor guy…" Brittany pouts. "He was hot too!" She sighs heavily.
Santana jerks and looks at Brittany. She's hotter than any guy. She feels rather disappointed and looks away from the blonde and watches the rest of the movie as it comes close to finishing.
"Whoever picked the movie, great job!" Quinn stands up and stretches out her arms over her head.
"San did!" She pecks Santana's cheek with a quick and chaste kiss. "Loved the movie. AND I get to keep it!" She jumps up and stretches too. "Shall we go to bed?"
"Sleepover again?" Quinn looks at Brittany.
"Yeah, it's the last time we'll see each other for a while. You're going to be busy." She smiles weakly.
"Come on, Q." Santana cradles the kitten in her right arm and stands up and smiles at the shorter blonde.
"Alright." Quinn smiles.
The three went to bed and even the nameless kitten. Quinn was on left, Brittany in the middle, the kitten in the middle of Brittany and Santana and Santana was on the edge. She may have been in a very uncomfortable position but she slept peacefully and comfortably. The kitten loved snuggling next to Santana, he feels as if that's his mama. Santana snored quietly and the kitten purred right next to her remaining cute, cuddly, fluffy and nameless.
Next chapter is when the Unholy Trinity starts separating! Review please and let me know what you guys think of the story and chapter so far.