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Chapter 11: After
After the explosion everything is blurred. I'm sent off the stage, the national anthem plays and we all leave. I'm herded into an elevator and when Owen, May, Bex and Leon try to join me they're pushed out. I get it; I'm practically a criminal now. Wouldn't want me causing more damage.
"What was that?" Blaine asks angrily as I walk into the hotel room
"Leave her alone." Quinn tells him as her and Brittany scoop me up into a hug
"I'm just saying that she could get herself killed."
"I'm already going to get myself killed." I tell him "Y'never know, maybe this way I'll be remembered as more than just a puppet of the games."
"Santana you were never just a puppet." Kurt tells me "People who know what the games are about are looking at you; you're the cover girl for the impending rebellion now. If you die out there, even if it's just in the bloodbath you're still going to be remembered that way. Your body may die but your spirit; your inspiration will live on."
"The spark that set fire to the nation." Tina muses
"The songbird." Brittany concludes, I smile
"I like that." I say, burying my head into her shoulder and inhaling her scent, I don't have much time left to do that.
"Let's go to bed" She whispers in my ear, I nod and allow her to lead me off
"What's going to happen now?" I hear Sam asks as we leave
"Should we tell them?" Mercedes questions, tell us what?"
"No." I hear Quinn say firmly "you heard what he said. They can't know." I look at Brittany and know that she heard them too
"Should we ask about that?" She asks me as we step into our room
"No. If 'he' doesn't want us to know it's probably for our own good."
"Probably." She sighs, lying on the bed "Come on," She holds out her arms for me "I wantz to get my sleepz on."
"I'm still in my dress" I giggle
"I don't care I want to cuddle." She says firmly and I laugh again before climbing in next to her and sighing
"When did our lives get so messed up?"
"When someone decided to kill innocent people."
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ALICE POV:
After Brittany and Santana leave no one notices me slipping out the door of the room. I walk to the stairwell and climb all the way before hoisting up through a skylight to the place I discovered on the first day here, the rooftop garden. I just wanted to get away from all the stress, all the drama so I decided to see how far up I could go. When I climbed through the skylight I was shocked at the beauty; flowers in neat patches and a little pond in the middle. All out of human sight on the top of a twenty-six story building, probably never meant to be found. Actually, it was never meant to be found because I have a knack for spotting security cameras and there aren't any. I pull my camera out of the case and sit on the edge of the pond, using the zoom to take pictures of the flowers. My teachers tell me I have a good eye, I can always make things look attractive.
"You always did have an eye for beauty." I jump almost out of my skin and whip my head around before practically jumping on top of the person there
"I missed you so much Rosie!" I squeal, hugging my blonde girlfriend as tight as I can
"Cant…breathe…" She jokes and I release her, guiding us both to sit back by the pond
"How did you get in?" I ask her
"Well last time I checked this was for the glee club and their 'significant others'."
"We're not married…"
"Nor are most of them. Besides, the attendants didn't care."
"How did you find me?" I ask, worried that someone else might know about my spot, that someone might have told her where it was
"I guess I just wanted to find you" She smiles "The roof just seemed like the sort of place you'd go. I never really got that though. I mean, it's friggin' terrifying up here!"
"Why did you come then?" I giggle
"Because I wanted to see you first" She smiles sweetly, grabbing my hands in hers "My awesome girlfriend."
"I share a room with Quinn and Rachel-"
"-Damn them." She quickly blurts out before chuckling
"Only Brittany and Santana have their own room."
"Well that makes sense." She says quietly, I can see the apology in her eyes but I don't want it.
"Don't feel sorry for me. Please. I get enough of that." I sigh "Enough people pitying me because they think that If Santana dies Britt's gonna drop me on my ass."
"Britt would never do that."
"I know that. They don't though. I mean, a normal person would ditch the little adopted sister of their dead wife."
"Yeah but Brittany's not normal and they all know that." Rosie tells me "I mean, she goes to enough of Santana's interviews for everyone to know that she's pretty much permanently like the energizer bunny on drugs."
"Except she isn't anymore." I sigh. "I haven't seen her smile since the announcement of the games, not properly anyway. I've seen sad smiles and fake smiles and head cheerleader smiles but never a Brittany smile."
"It sucks." Rosie summarises
"Pretty much."
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Rosie's back!
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