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Mr Schue runs to kneel beside Quinn, asking her if she's hurt. I look down to my shaky hands. What I did back there was different. It felt the same as the first time I found my ability, but instead of getting scorching hot, I got freezing cold. Did I make the water come out of the sink? I try to think back to what happened, but it's all blurry. One minute Santana was being pushed forward and the next two bullets were missing from the gun I was holding. I was holding. I killed that guy. I mean, sure he was trying to kill us, but I didn't have to kill him, did I? I could have knocked him out or something.
Santana's hands slide over mine, yet they keep shaking. "Britt, it's alright." She says, rubbing the pad of her thumb over my skin. My eyes shut close and I take a deep breath through my nose. "You did what you had to do." Mr Schue's ears perk up.
"What did you do, Brittany?" He asks and I feel nauseous. Santana's eyes bore into mine before dropping my hand and pulling him over to the corner to talk to him privately, or as private as you can get in a room full of people.
Quinn sits with her knees pulled up to her chest and her eyes closed. It looks like she is muttering to herself or even praying. My body slumps down beside her. "What did you do back there, Britt?" She whispers. I feel a new coat of tears wanting to come free. I honesty have no idea what I've done. My head drifts towards Puck. He looks calm, like the fact that he killed the man who came down here was no big deal. "Did you do that with the water?"
"I-I don't know." A sob escapes my mouth. The footsteps above us remind me that we're not alone. The men upstairs are shuffling around, opening and closing drawers. Some of them are talking to each other, but it's hard to hear what they are saying. Mr Schue and Santana come back over to us.
Quinn eyes up San and leans into me. "Why is she here?"
"I'll explain later." I tell her. I know Santana is still nervous about the whole coming out thing, but it's going to be had to explain why she was in my room when we aren't even supposed to be friends. The only person that knows is Rachel and San was okay with her knowing, so does that mean she's okay with other people knowing?
"Shh," Mr Schue puts his finger to his lips to silence the room. His head tilts to the side and he focuses on the people up stairs. "I think they're gone." He says in a hushed tone. I try to listen for the sound of heavy boots dragging across wood, but it doesn't come. A loud ring fills my ears and I see Puck stumbling to get his phone from his pocket to turn it off. "Shut that thing off!" Mr Schue raises his voice. Puck puts his ear to the phone and whispers 'Hello?' into it. Ten seconds pass and he lets out a sigh of relief.
"That was Figgins," He stands up, "He said all the hunter have left." The tension in the room finally disappears.
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"Silence please, children." Principle Figgins voice boomed through the microphone in the large assemble hall where almost everyone in McKinley is. Well everyone who wasn't hurt by the ability hunters.
Santana is sitting to my right. She hasn't left my side ever since the news that the hunters had gone, even when we were told to go to our own houses. Everyone in my house have been giving her strange looks as well, probably because they are confused as to why Santana is with me. I guess we have to tell them sooner or later. Quinn is to my other side and I can still see her hands lightly shaking. I'm not much better though.
"Today has been an eye opener to all of you about what it's really like out there." Figgins looks around the room while he talks, "We must act on what has happened. For this reason, we will begin training to fight back so that the next time something like this happens, we are ready. Volunteers will be sent out to find their base." I instantly want to volunteer, I need to.
Figgins goes on to say how five people were killed and many were injured. This only makes me want to fight more. As we start to leave the big room Miss Pillsbury pulls me aside. Santana catches my eye and looks like she wants to come with me, but I tell her to go home and rest.
"Brittany," She says as we walk to her small office, "Will told me what happened." A shiver goes through my body. How many people knew I killed a guy? "I was wondering if you were okay."
"I'm fine." I lie. Of course I wasn't okay.
Miss Pillsbury slides a pamphlet across the table. 'So you killed someone.' Was written along the top and below was a cartoon of a man being stabbed. Not something you'd find in a waiting room. "Look, lots of kids here have accidently killed people either to protect themselves or because they couldn't control their powers. What you need to know is that no one blames you."
"I said I'm fine, can I please go?" I ask, wanting nothing more that to curl up in a ball on my bed. She nods and gives me a soft smile. Once I'm out of the room I dump the pamphlet in the bin. How is that going to help?
It's a quick walk back to my house and the whole way all I can think about is volunteering to fight. The hunters killed innocent teenagers, so shouldn't we have a right to take them out before they can hurt anymore? What I done was to protect Quinn and Santana. It had to be done, but why does it still feel wrong?
"Brittany," I hear someone calling my name for the living room. Inside sits a Mr Schue and a few others. "Sit down; I need to talk to you." I do as he says and sit on the love seat opposite the couch. "Santana told me about the way you controlled water." I nod my head, not know what else to say. "How did you do that?" Mr Schue asks.
"I don't know." I respond, "To be honest, I didn't even realize what I was doing until it was over."
From the corner of my eye I can see Rachel studying me. "Maybe we should get Blaine to help you again." It was Kurt who was talking this time. He and Blaine were now dating and I'm pretty sure they were in love.
I wonder how Santana feels about me, if she likes me as much as I like her which is a lot. I mean, I don't know if I'm in love with her. That's probably because I've never been in love with anyone and don't know what it feels like. I could be in love with her.
"Yeah, I could use all the help I can get." I tell Kurt and he pulls out his phone to text Blaine. A few minutes later I get up and start to head towards my room, but Rachel stops me.
"Hey," She says shyly which is weird because Rachel is never shy. "Some of the others were kind of curious about why Santana was here with you. I didn't tell them why, but I think you should at least tell Quinn."
"Yeah, I want to tell people, but Santana just needs some time." Rachel nods her head and I finally get to my bedroom. It's exactly the way I left it earlier on. Looking out my window, I see that the sun is beginning to set and I'm thankful that I can just sleep away this awful feeling. I pull out a pair of sleep shorts and a tank top from my drawers and quickly shower.
It's about 10pm when I get into my slightly cold bed, but I can't sleep. I have heavy eyelids that are sore from staying open and when I try to close them, all I can hear is screaming in my head. There is a sudden dip in my bed and I'm about to yell when an arm snakes around my waist. A breath escapes my lips and I relax.
"Sorry, I couldn't sleep." Santana whispers into my neck. I twist my body around to face her.
"Me too." She slips under the covers and finds my hand. Santana looks just as tired as I do, but even then, she is the most beautiful person I know. Shuffling forward, she reaches out and kisses me lightly on the lips. It makes my heart swell. "What was that for?" I breathe out.
"I didn't get to say thank you for saving me."
"I didn't save you."
"Brittany, I would have died if it wasn't for you." I can see that Santana's eyes are getting glossy. When a single tear rolls down her cheek, I use my thumb to wipe it away. "I don't think you understand, Britt. If it wasn't for you both Quinn and I would have died." Her face leans into my hand.
"I didn't have to kill him." I tell her quietly.
Santana's hand moves to my chin and she turns my head so that I'm looking at her. "Yes you did. He would have come back and probably killed more people." I guess she has a point.
"San, I hate this feeling."
"Then don't focus on it." She replies.
I scrunch my eyebrows up. "What do I think about then?" I ask. Santana's eyes shift from mine to my lips. Slowly, her lips come closer to mine. When they finally meet in a soft kiss, I feel weightless. Our lips move perfectly together, not fast or heated, just full of meaning and care.
"Think about us," She whispers, "Because no matter what, I promise to be by your slide."
"Pinky promise?"
Santana giggles but still holds her little finger out to mine. "Pinky promise." She smiles and I wrap my little finger around hers.
I fall asleep with my head on her chest and her arms holding me. I've never felt this feeling before. Santana makes me forget all my worries and I don't care about tomorrow or yesterday, just her and I defiantly know what people talk about when they say they're in love because I am so uncontrollably in love with her.
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