TW: Violence, attempted sexual assault.

Mandatory roommate nights are great, in theory. However, on nights like this, when Brittany just wants Santana (in so many ways), they feel like torture. Rachel is talking about how much she's going to miss her and Quinn, and Brittany is doing her best to pay attention. It's not like she's planning to spend any time away from Santana over break...so one night won't kill her. Still, tonight is one of the rare nights that Santana is at home instead of in a practice room. The Latina is probably doing something else productive, but they could be doing other things—like each other. Unfortunately, here they are, texting back and forth while Brittany and Rachel pack for the upcoming week.

From Santana: How's laundry?

To Santana: One more load. You need to do laundry too.

From Santana: I know, I know. I'm running out of clothes.

To Santana: Good thing you'll be wearing a lot of nothing this next week.

From Santana: Babe, you can't say stuff like that if you're not coming over.

Brittany laughs, and Rachel looks at her like she's a little crazy until she sees the phone in her hand. Rachel shakes her head. "The ever-charming Santana Lopez, I take it?"

Brittany senses her sarcasm. "She is charming, Rach. You'll miss each other this week. I know it."

"I'm sure I won't miss having my stature commented on so frequently. Does she know she's only two inches taller than me?"

"Three, I think, but whatever. You're both short. I'll miss you."

"I'll miss you too, Brittany. My fathers are sad that you won't be coming home with me."

"I am too. I promise I'll see them soon though. Did you tell them I said thank you for that letter they sent me? It was really nice." Rachel nods. Her fathers make the habit of sending her handwritten letters every once in a while, because Rachel likes to get mail, and on this last batch, they sent Brittany one too. "Santana and I just need some alone time. We've both been too busy." Rachel wants to ask what their plans are but thinks better of it; really, she probably already knows.

The two continue packing and texting their respective girlfriends in relative silence. When they're done, they make some popcorn, put in Lilo and Stitch, and settle in for the night. After the movie is over and she crawls into bed wearing one of Santana's hoodies, Brittany thinks about how amazing it will be, after college, when she and Santana get to live together. No more nights away. Until then, though, they just have to deal with nights apart.

Halfway through her second class the next day, she decides that her dedication to attending all her classes the day before spring break is ridiculous. Only half the class shows up, and nobody is paying any attention. Everybody is talking about vacations or the parties they're throwing. Brittany thinks that spending the entire week in bed with Santana sounds better than all of that. Of course they'll drive up to the city, but even then, they'll have the house all to themselves when they're done exploring...unless Santana's brothers decide to stay. That would be awful—no, not awful, just inconvenient.

Brittany shows up to her last class of the day, and the professor dismisses them after about five minutes. She sends Santana a quick text to tell her that she's back to her room early and to pick her up when Santana gets out of class. Half an hour later, she receives a text back. Apparently, Santana's professor let them go early too, and the brunette is on her way. Brittany drags her stuff downstairs to wait, though not for long.

"Hey there, sexy. Want a ride?"

"On you? Sure." Brittany winks.

Not expecting that response, Santana gulps. "Dinner first?"

Brittany feigns annoyance. "If you insist." Unable to hold up the charade any longer, she throws her arms around Santana. "Missed you last night."

"I missed you too, B. Any requests for dinner?"

"Indian?"

Santana makes a noise of confirmation as she loads Brittany's bag into the backseat. She's proud that she was able to help reshape Brittany's food tastes. Brittany is now a firm believer that burgers and French fries aren't always the answer. "So...I have a plan suggestion for us tonight if you're interested," Santana begins.

"A sexy time plan suggestion?"

Santana laughs. The blonde is clearly very focused on this. "No, unfortunately." Brittany pouts. "I just figured that since some of our friends are still around until tomorrow, and we haven't hung out with them a lot recently, we could do that. If you want to stay home, though, we can."

While Brittany does want to spend some alone time with Santana, the brunette is right. Thanks to their busy semester, they've been ignoring their friends any time the chance for free time has come up. "No, let's hang out with friends. We'll have a whole week together. Movie night or something?"

"Well, one of Sam's friends invited him to a party and told him to bring people if he wanted. What do you think?"

"Will there be dancing?"

"Of course."

"I'm in." Brittany doesn't hesitate. Obviously, she loves to dance, not just professionally, but casually as well. She especially loves to dance with Santana. After dinner, they go back to Santana's apartment. While hanging and organizing some of her clothes in the closet, Brittany notices Santana yawning a lot. "Tired?"

"Yeah, I didn't sleep well last night."

"Why don't we take a nap before the party?"

"Are you tired?"

"No, but I want to cuddle, so you might as well nap while we do. Get in bed. I'll be there in a second." Santana pulls off her pants and shirt and climbs into bed, waiting for Brittany. The second her head hits the pillow, though, she starts to drift off. As quietly as possible, Brittany climbs in and wraps her body around Santana's, tangling their legs together and putting her arm around her, holding her tight. "I'll wake you up in a little while. I love you."

Santana mumbles something that Brittany assumes is "I love you" before falling asleep. Brittany waits until Santana's breath becomes slow and even, then reaches around her to grab her phone so she can keep an eye on the time. She loves holding Santana. It is slightly more often the other way around, that Santana wants to hold Brittany, and while she loves both, something about laying awake with a sleeping Santana in her arms makes her feel extra happy right now.

She lets Santana sleep for about an hour before starting the process of waking her. Santana is not the easiest person to wake up. Brittany knows a few tricks, though. If she rubs her hand over Santana's stomach and kisses her shoulders and back, Santana wakes up happy. Alarms mean she wakes up crabby. Obviously, Brittany chooses to go with option A. Soon, Santana turns in her arms and buries her face in Brittany's chest. "Wake up, baby," Brittany whispers into her ear. Santana smiles but shakes her head no. "Hmm...wonder what would wake you up," Brittany jokingly ponders.

"Kisses," Santana whispers and leans her head up, eyes still closed, with her lips pouted. Brittany laughs and presses her lips firmly to Santana's. "Okay, I'm up now." However, she makes no attempt to actually get up. "What time is it?"

"A little past 8. Sam is picking us up at 10, right?"

"Mhm. Don't want to get up. So comfy."

"We have to. You said we could go dance." Brittany starts to prod her in places where she knows Santana is ticklish.

"No tickling! I'm getting up!"

After a few more kisses, they do manage to get up and into the shower.


Two hours later, they're sitting in the living room with Quinn, all dressed up and ready to go. Quinn is quieter than usual, because she misses Rachel, so Brittany makes her promise that she will try to have fun tonight, even if she does text Rachel the entire time. Sam calls a few minutes later to say that he and Mercedes are outside.

When they get to the party, it's a lot bigger than Santana expected; she assumed most students would be gone for spring break, but this place is filled wall-to-wall with people. She feels Brittany's body tense next to hers and the grip on her hand tighten. "It's crazy in here. We don't have to stay if you don't want."

Brittany thinks about it for a few minutes. "No, it's fine. I want to dance." Santana begins to lead her through the crowd of people to where the music is coming from.

"You girls want anything to drink?" Sam asks.

"No, I'm good." Santana replies at the same time as Brittany.

"Not drinking tonight. Thanks Sammy." Brittany tugs Santana's hand, and they make their way to a barely-open space on the dance floor as Mercedes, Quinn, and Sam head towards the kitchen.

About half an hour later, Sam comes to find them. "Mercedes isn't feeling well, so I'm going to take her home. Quinn is heading out with us. Do you guys want to stay?"

"I'm having fun dancing," Brittany tells Santana.

"We'll stay."

"Sounds good. Call me when you leave, and I'll drive you home, okay?" They both nod in response, and Sam walks away.

They definitely lose track of how long they've been there. Dancing a little while longer turns into hours of dancing and Santana's compression shorts feeling awfully tight. Their bodies are slick with sweat, and Santana can see that Brittany's face is flushed. Besides being turned on, it's also way too hot inside.

"I'm ready to go whenever you are." Brittany speaks into Santana's ear between songs.

"Yeah, let's go." Santana pulls Brittany through the crowd, glaring at several boys she catches staring at herself, Brittany, or both of them, and finally breaks through the mass of people when they get to the front door. They grab their coats and head outside.

"It's so much nicer out here." Brittany sighs once the cool air hits her.

"I know." They take a second to cool down. "Should I call Sam?"

"You could, or we could walk. It's not super far, and it's really nice out."

"Sure, let's walk." They clasp hands and walk down the street in the direction of Santana's apartment. A few blocks away, Brittany's body temperature returns to normal, and she realizes it's actually kind of cold out.

Then, they feel a few rain drops. Nothing much, just enough to annoy Santana. The walk is further than she originally thought. They're still almost a mile away, and her heels are starting to hurt her feet. A few minutes later, when the rain starts coming down harder, she makes up her mind and pulls Brittany into a little side street under the awning of an Italian restaurant.

"W-why did we s-stop?" Brittany's teeth chatter as she speaks.

"Because your lips are blue, and I'm freezing, and now it's raining." Pulling her phone out, she calls Sam. She presses herself against Brittany's body, and the blonde buries her cold face into Santana's neck. "Hey, Sammy boy. Can you come get us? We were going to walk home, but it started raining."

"Yep. Where are you?"

"By Luigi's."

"Cool. I'll be there as soon as I get some pants on."

"Gross, Sam. We didn't mean to interrupt."

"You didn't. Mercedes puked on me. I think she ate something bad."

"Also gross. See you soon. Thanks again."

"No prob. Be there soon."

Santana hangs up, puts her arms around Brittany, and flips her around so her back is pressed against the wall. Brittany lets out a little squeal of surprise as she feels Santana's arms brace on either side of her. "Let me warm you up a little," Santana whispers into her ear before pressing her lips to Brittany's.

Brittany whimpers when Santana pulls away. "Mmmm. More." Santana obliges and kisses her again.

"Look what we fuckin' have here," a voice slurs behind Santana. She sees Brittany's eyes go wide before spinning around, arm thrown out protectively in front of Brittany. "What the hell is this? Some fuckin' dykes?"

"Fuck off, asshole. Go back to the cave you crawled out of." Santana's all bluster. She can't fight these guys. There are two of them, and they're big guys. Hopefully, they'll just be assholes and then walk away. The smaller of the two guys takes a step towards them, and Santana feels Brittany's hand tighten on her bicep. She wants to reassure Brittany, but she can't turn her back.

The guy keeps walking towards them, stumbling. "Why don't you ladies come home with us?"

"Fuck off. Leave us alone!" Santana yells again. Brittany can feel how tense Santana's muscles under her hand are; she's definitely scared, which makes Brittany more afraid.

The guy just keeps walking until he's right in front of them. Then, he reaches out towards Santana's face, and she slaps his hand away, but he catches it. He grabs her wrist roughly and jerks her away from Brittany, who tries to hold onto Santana. However, the guy is too strong, and Brittany only had one hand clung to her coat. He whips Santana behind him and into the arms of the other guy. The Latina feels a pop in her shoulder, followed by a shock of pain. "Hold her," he growls. Obeying, the guy forces Santana's arms behind her back, then locks his own arms around them. She fights and kicks and screams, but he doesn't let go. The first guy takes a few steps closer to Brittany.

"Brittany, run!" Santana screams at the top of her lungs. Brittany doesn't move a step. She wouldn't leave Santana there alone, even if she were capable. However, right now, she is frozen with fear. She knows the look in his eyes; that's the way someone looks when they're going to take what they want, no matter what.

When he goes to grab her, miraculously, she unfreezes and swings at him, scratching his face. Enraged, he takes another step so he's pressed up against her. "You fucking bitch!" She can smell the alcohol on his breath. Then, she does the only thing she can think of. Brittany kicks him as hard as she can in the balls, then looks over her shoulder to check on Santana. She's still struggling with the man holding her back, and Brittany can tell that he won't be able to restrain her much longer.

Brittany refocuses on the man in front of her. Now that he's injured, she thinks that if she can just push him off her, she can then push that other man holding Santana, and they can run. However, before she can make her body catch up to her brain, the man grabs a handful of her hair. She screams as she feels him pull her head forward, then violently shove back. Her world goes black.

Santana sees it happen. She sees Brittany struggle against him, and for a second, she thinks Brittany will get away. Then, she sees the blonde hesitate for half a second and that guy slam her head into the wall. It all happens in slow motion. Brittany's body crumples to the ground, and for a minute, Santana stops struggling. She stares, silently screaming for Brittany to move again, for anything to happen that might indicate that she's okay. There's nothing—nothing except the sticky red fluid she sees coating her blonde hair. Finding her fight again, Santana twists, kicks, and screams, doing anything she can to get out of his grasp to get to Brittany.

"Yo! Did you kill her?! We gotta go, bro. Someone's gonna hear this bitch."

"Who cares if she's dead?" He takes a step towards Brittany's motionless body. "We're not leaving until I get some of this." Crouching down, he starts to push his hand up Brittany's skirt. Santana loses it. Out of pure instinct, she falls to her knees, making her captor loosen his grip. She roughly pulls away and bolts toward Brittany. The man's hand is high on her thigh when Santana's fist connects with the side of his face. "Fucking bitch!" He stands up and swings at Santana, catching her low on her ribs. The breath rushes out of her body, and she buckles with the effort of trying to drag any air into her lungs. She tries to push herself back up, but her arm feels like it's not working. The man bends down again just feet from her, looks her in the eye, and starts to lift Brittany's skirt again. Santana flings herself at him and knocks him off-balance, tackling him to the ground. She crawls over to Brittany just as the man is getting back up.

"Dude, I see headlights. We need to fucking go."

The guy is still walking towards them, so Santana does the only thing she can think of and lays herself across Brittany, covering as much of her body as she can. Santana sees the lights now too, but the man keeps coming closer. She watches him pull his foot back, aiming right for her face. Bracing herself for the impact, she squeezes her eyes shut, but instead, she feels Brittany's body jolt with impact, right to her ribs. There's a sickening crack. Her eyes snap open, and she sees somebody chasing the guys up the street towards another main road.

"Brittany? Baby? Can you hear me? Please? Please wake up. Baby." Santana is hysterical. There's so much blood. It's everywhere. She wants to move Brittany's head out of the blood, but she's afraid to move the blonde. "Brittany, please wake up," she cries. She can feel the rain on the back of her neck. Distantly, she's aware that she is in pain, but it's nothing compared to the fear threatening to split her body in half.