Whodunit? (Chapter 6)
Title: Whodunit?
Pairing: Santana/Brittany
Rating: R (Death/Language/Brief Sexuality)
Summary: A Brittana Murder mystery. A death shakes the lives of Brittany and Santana. Inspired by Agatha Christie.
Spoilers: None. It's AU.
Disclaimer: I do not own Glee or its characters. I do not own anything written by Agatha Christie (basic idea comes from Crooked House).
Chapter 6
"Your Girlfriend is Lying to You." What could that possibly mean? What was it implying? Who was this from? Was it true?
Santana could not sleep after this. She couldn't even bring herself to get back into bed with Brittany. She just had to get away.
So she left. She didn't know where her feet were going to end up taking her, but she didn't care. She walked and walked for miles, constantly putting thoughts together in her head to try to make sense of the events of the last few days. Eventually she just couldn't take it any more, and she collapse down onto the street curb. The sun had just begun to rise.
She took a deep breath and attempt to calm down. She thought back to the mysterious note. She realized that she was still clutching it in her hands. It had been crumpled into a ball, but the words were still quite legible. The simplicity of the phrase was the think that caused her the most pain. Someone in that house had reach out to her, but had not wished their identity to be known for some reason. That person knew something that she did not. It wasn't like any other mystery though; this was something she didn't know because Brittany had lied about it.
But was it even true? Who is the liar really: Brittany or the author of this note? It could be the Sue's killer taunting her. This could be a cruel distraction: turn her against Brittany, put her on a wild goose chase, and then … she didn't know what came next, but it would certainly not be good.
There were too many variables, and too many things to keep track off. She could do it anymore. That's when the tears came. Santana sat on a street corner at dawn in an unfamiliar city and cried her eyes out. She felt pathetic.
It took her awhile to regain her composure, but when she finally did, she realized something important she had been forgetting. She didn't have to bare this burden alone. She got up on her feet, pulled out her phone and dialed the number of Will Schuester.
"Santana?" Will answered. "Do you have any idea what time it is?"
"We need to talk. Get your car. You're taking me to breakfast."
After relaying Schue her whereabouts, he did just as she commanded. When they had settled into a small breakfast diner nearby, Santana began her story. She told Will everything about the lawyer bringing the will to the house, and how Sue had left everything to Brittany. She recalled all the different reactions the others had to the news. And then she handed over the note and said how it had been left for her in the middle of the night, but she had no idea who had written it, or whether or not it was true.
"And that's why I was on that street corner crying. I can't handle it anymore, Schue. I am completely stuck. If I can't trust Brittany, the woman I love more than anything in the whole world, what is left of me?"
"I shouldn't have let you get involved in this. Santana, you are not a detective. You are a dancer who got in way over her head because she couldn't say no to a beautiful girl."
"Is this supposed to make me feel better?"
"My point is whoever wrote that note knows everything I just said. And whoever wrote that note was trying to make you lose your cool because they knew you would. But no matter what happened this morning, you are stronger than them."
"So I should just ignore the note then?"
"I didn't say that."
"Then what the fuck am I supposed to do?"
"You need to start looking at the facts."
Santana was now quite pissed off. She didn't care that she was raising her voice because the diner was still mostly empty. She got up from her chair and thought about walking away. Instead she turned back to Schue. "You want facts. Here are the facts: a wealthy matriarch of a crazy surrogate family for misfit performers is dead. One of them killed her."
"Santana …"
But Santana ignore him, she wasn't finished. "So far I've encountered a self-centered diva and her idiot boyfriend. A shy girl and a shy boy who seem to be in love, but can't keep their stories straight. A gay guy who, if he isn't too busy crying, keeps trying to hug me. And rounding it out you got a sistah obsessed with tots, a bitch who won't talk to me, a creepy eight year old, and a cat."
"Santana …"
"Oh but that's not the best part! My sweet, adorable girlfriend is one of the people in this house. I had to be away from her for almost a whole year because I was making money for us to go away, but now we can't go away because I have to solve a murder. It turns out though that I didn't even have to spend all that time earning all that money because apparently my sweet, adorable girlfriend was so sweet and adorable that people give her their entire fortunes when they die! And she might even have a huge secret that she isn't telling me!"
"SANTANA! Calm down!" Santana was shaken from her angry ranting. She sat back down at the table. Will continued, "I understand that this is hard, but you're getting too emotionally invested in this. First, you need to stop thinking about this like Santana Lopez. If you can't be objective, you'll go insane. Next, you have to talk to Brittany."
"Well I will definitely have to talk to Britt. That isn't even a question. Whoever wrote that note wants me to stay away from Brittany, that's why they are trying to make me think she's lying about something."
Will looked away from Santana and sighed. He seemed to be having difficulty finding the proper way to say what he was thinking. "Santana … You have to consider the possibility that that note is real, that Brittany is lying to you."
"What?"
"What I mean to say is … Have you considered the possibility that Brittany may have killed Sue?"
"No fucking way."
"Santana you have to think objectively. Brittany being the sole recipient of Sue's fortune gives her motive. She could have found out what she had to gain and taken advantage."
"Brittany wasn't even in the house at the time; Kurt said so."
"Brittany being away when Sue died doesn't matter. All that matters is where she was when Sue's drink was first poisoned, and we have no way of knowing how long before Sue died that was."
"But why would Brittany ask me to solve Sue's murder, if she was the one who did it?"
"Santana don't you see. Before I brought it up, you weren't even considering her as a suspect. She could be taking advantage of your trust to get away with murder."
"Brittany is not a murderer! She is kind and caring. The maddest I have ever seen is when we accidently watched that television show about duck hunting."
"Santana, you told me that Brittany lied to a doctor in order to spend more time with you after having met you only ten minutes previous. Then, you said she deliberately botched an audition without telling you beforehand so the producers would give you a job rather than her. What does that tell you about what type of person she is?"
"That she loves me …"
"… and she'd go to any extreme to see that you and her would be together forever?"
"Not murder."
"Santana, what those things tell me about Brittany is that she acts unpredictably and irrationally. She acts without thinking, based on her emotions, not on her reasoning. And until you stop treating her based on your preconceived ideologies, you never be able to get the truth from her."
"Fuck this and Fuck you." She got up and stormed out of the diner. Her tears had returned, but she didn't want to give him the satisfaction of breaking her.
"Santana wait! I'm sorry." Will followed her out of the diner and shouted after her. "Regardless of whether or not what I said is true, you still have to talk to her. You can't let your emotions get in the way of the truth."
Santana didn't respond. She just kept walking, and she walked the long journey back to Sue's estate. Santana knew Will was right about one thing: Brittany needed to give her the whole truth.
Santana made it back to the house. She could sense that the mood of the house was distinctively different. It wasn't just typical mourning sadness. There was bitterness and anger. She knew that those knew feelings were directed at Brittany, and that is what made what she had to do very difficult.
Santana made her way back to their bedroom, where she had left Brittany the night before, hoping she was still there. As soon as she opened the door, she spotted Brittany and Brittany spotted her.
Brittany jumped up from her seat on the bed and moved quickly over to Santana. "Santana, where have you been? I woke up and you were gone. No one knew where you were. I was all alone and I was worried something bad had happened." She attempted to pull Santana into an embrace, but Santana recoil at the slightest touch and shoved her back.
"Brittany, I'm sorry, I am so sorry for leaving you this morning. But we have to talk seriously about a lot of things. You have to be completely honest with me." Santana couldn't even look Brittany in the eye.
"Santana, Honey, why are you being like this?"
"Don't call me 'Honey.'" She replied. She turned and looked into Brittany's beautiful eyes for the first time that day. Tearful brown met tearful blue and Santana concluded, "Until I get all the answers I need, I am not your girlfriend."
End of Chapter 6
Pairing: Santana/Brittany
Rating: R (Death/Language/Brief Sexuality)
Summary: A Brittana Murder mystery. A death shakes the lives of Brittany and Santana. Inspired by Agatha Christie.
Spoilers: None. It's AU.
Disclaimer: I do not own Glee or its characters. I do not own anything written by Agatha Christie (basic idea comes from Crooked House).
Chapter 6
"Your Girlfriend is Lying to You." What could that possibly mean? What was it implying? Who was this from? Was it true?
Santana could not sleep after this. She couldn't even bring herself to get back into bed with Brittany. She just had to get away.
So she left. She didn't know where her feet were going to end up taking her, but she didn't care. She walked and walked for miles, constantly putting thoughts together in her head to try to make sense of the events of the last few days. Eventually she just couldn't take it any more, and she collapse down onto the street curb. The sun had just begun to rise.
She took a deep breath and attempt to calm down. She thought back to the mysterious note. She realized that she was still clutching it in her hands. It had been crumpled into a ball, but the words were still quite legible. The simplicity of the phrase was the think that caused her the most pain. Someone in that house had reach out to her, but had not wished their identity to be known for some reason. That person knew something that she did not. It wasn't like any other mystery though; this was something she didn't know because Brittany had lied about it.
But was it even true? Who is the liar really: Brittany or the author of this note? It could be the Sue's killer taunting her. This could be a cruel distraction: turn her against Brittany, put her on a wild goose chase, and then … she didn't know what came next, but it would certainly not be good.
There were too many variables, and too many things to keep track off. She could do it anymore. That's when the tears came. Santana sat on a street corner at dawn in an unfamiliar city and cried her eyes out. She felt pathetic.
It took her awhile to regain her composure, but when she finally did, she realized something important she had been forgetting. She didn't have to bare this burden alone. She got up on her feet, pulled out her phone and dialed the number of Will Schuester.
"Santana?" Will answered. "Do you have any idea what time it is?"
"We need to talk. Get your car. You're taking me to breakfast."
After relaying Schue her whereabouts, he did just as she commanded. When they had settled into a small breakfast diner nearby, Santana began her story. She told Will everything about the lawyer bringing the will to the house, and how Sue had left everything to Brittany. She recalled all the different reactions the others had to the news. And then she handed over the note and said how it had been left for her in the middle of the night, but she had no idea who had written it, or whether or not it was true.
"And that's why I was on that street corner crying. I can't handle it anymore, Schue. I am completely stuck. If I can't trust Brittany, the woman I love more than anything in the whole world, what is left of me?"
"I shouldn't have let you get involved in this. Santana, you are not a detective. You are a dancer who got in way over her head because she couldn't say no to a beautiful girl."
"Is this supposed to make me feel better?"
"My point is whoever wrote that note knows everything I just said. And whoever wrote that note was trying to make you lose your cool because they knew you would. But no matter what happened this morning, you are stronger than them."
"So I should just ignore the note then?"
"I didn't say that."
"Then what the fuck am I supposed to do?"
"You need to start looking at the facts."
Santana was now quite pissed off. She didn't care that she was raising her voice because the diner was still mostly empty. She got up from her chair and thought about walking away. Instead she turned back to Schue. "You want facts. Here are the facts: a wealthy matriarch of a crazy surrogate family for misfit performers is dead. One of them killed her."
"Santana …"
But Santana ignore him, she wasn't finished. "So far I've encountered a self-centered diva and her idiot boyfriend. A shy girl and a shy boy who seem to be in love, but can't keep their stories straight. A gay guy who, if he isn't too busy crying, keeps trying to hug me. And rounding it out you got a sistah obsessed with tots, a bitch who won't talk to me, a creepy eight year old, and a cat."
"Santana …"
"Oh but that's not the best part! My sweet, adorable girlfriend is one of the people in this house. I had to be away from her for almost a whole year because I was making money for us to go away, but now we can't go away because I have to solve a murder. It turns out though that I didn't even have to spend all that time earning all that money because apparently my sweet, adorable girlfriend was so sweet and adorable that people give her their entire fortunes when they die! And she might even have a huge secret that she isn't telling me!"
"SANTANA! Calm down!" Santana was shaken from her angry ranting. She sat back down at the table. Will continued, "I understand that this is hard, but you're getting too emotionally invested in this. First, you need to stop thinking about this like Santana Lopez. If you can't be objective, you'll go insane. Next, you have to talk to Brittany."
"Well I will definitely have to talk to Britt. That isn't even a question. Whoever wrote that note wants me to stay away from Brittany, that's why they are trying to make me think she's lying about something."
Will looked away from Santana and sighed. He seemed to be having difficulty finding the proper way to say what he was thinking. "Santana … You have to consider the possibility that that note is real, that Brittany is lying to you."
"What?"
"What I mean to say is … Have you considered the possibility that Brittany may have killed Sue?"
"No fucking way."
"Santana you have to think objectively. Brittany being the sole recipient of Sue's fortune gives her motive. She could have found out what she had to gain and taken advantage."
"Brittany wasn't even in the house at the time; Kurt said so."
"Brittany being away when Sue died doesn't matter. All that matters is where she was when Sue's drink was first poisoned, and we have no way of knowing how long before Sue died that was."
"But why would Brittany ask me to solve Sue's murder, if she was the one who did it?"
"Santana don't you see. Before I brought it up, you weren't even considering her as a suspect. She could be taking advantage of your trust to get away with murder."
"Brittany is not a murderer! She is kind and caring. The maddest I have ever seen is when we accidently watched that television show about duck hunting."
"Santana, you told me that Brittany lied to a doctor in order to spend more time with you after having met you only ten minutes previous. Then, you said she deliberately botched an audition without telling you beforehand so the producers would give you a job rather than her. What does that tell you about what type of person she is?"
"That she loves me …"
"… and she'd go to any extreme to see that you and her would be together forever?"
"Not murder."
"Santana, what those things tell me about Brittany is that she acts unpredictably and irrationally. She acts without thinking, based on her emotions, not on her reasoning. And until you stop treating her based on your preconceived ideologies, you never be able to get the truth from her."
"Fuck this and Fuck you." She got up and stormed out of the diner. Her tears had returned, but she didn't want to give him the satisfaction of breaking her.
"Santana wait! I'm sorry." Will followed her out of the diner and shouted after her. "Regardless of whether or not what I said is true, you still have to talk to her. You can't let your emotions get in the way of the truth."
Santana didn't respond. She just kept walking, and she walked the long journey back to Sue's estate. Santana knew Will was right about one thing: Brittany needed to give her the whole truth.
Santana made it back to the house. She could sense that the mood of the house was distinctively different. It wasn't just typical mourning sadness. There was bitterness and anger. She knew that those knew feelings were directed at Brittany, and that is what made what she had to do very difficult.
Santana made her way back to their bedroom, where she had left Brittany the night before, hoping she was still there. As soon as she opened the door, she spotted Brittany and Brittany spotted her.
Brittany jumped up from her seat on the bed and moved quickly over to Santana. "Santana, where have you been? I woke up and you were gone. No one knew where you were. I was all alone and I was worried something bad had happened." She attempted to pull Santana into an embrace, but Santana recoil at the slightest touch and shoved her back.
"Brittany, I'm sorry, I am so sorry for leaving you this morning. But we have to talk seriously about a lot of things. You have to be completely honest with me." Santana couldn't even look Brittany in the eye.
"Santana, Honey, why are you being like this?"
"Don't call me 'Honey.'" She replied. She turned and looked into Brittany's beautiful eyes for the first time that day. Tearful brown met tearful blue and Santana concluded, "Until I get all the answers I need, I am not your girlfriend."
End of Chapter 6