Whodunit? (Chapter 7)
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 7
"Until I get all the answers I need, I am not your girlfriend."
Brittany didn't know how to respond to what Santana had just said. Instead of saying anything, she moved over to sit down on the bed. She fiddled with her hands as Santana paced back and forth in front of her. It was obvious to her that Santana was struggling to decide which of the answers Santana wanted to here from her first.
"Brittany," Santana began to speak, but broke off and went back to pacing.
"Santana, what is this about?" Brittany hated seeing Santana is such distress. If Santana had not already banned it, she would have tried to hold Santana in her arms to ease her suffering.
Santana finally stopped pacing, turned to Brittany, took a deep breath, and asked her first question. "Brittany, why are we here?"
"Are you asking me the meaning of life Santana?" Brittany responded coyly.
"No Britt, why are we HERE… in Sue's house? Why are we still here?"
"We're trying to figure out who killed Sue."
"I'm sorry Britt, baby, but you are wrong." Brittany was shocked and hurt. All she wanted was for Santana to stop, but she didn't. "I have been trying to figure out who killed Sue. There has been no WE at all involve in any this. I can't do this anymore."
"Fine, I'll be more helpful. Just tell me what to do and how to help, and I'll do it."
"Brittany you can't help me."
"Why not?"
"BECAUSE YOU'RE A SUSPECT!" shouted Santana. She was surprised at how loud she had let herself get. This was definitely thanks to all the tension she had been building up over the last few days.
Brittany had begun to cry again. She stayed seated on the bed, and looked at Santana through tearful eyes and said, "Santana, what is going on? Where is this coming from? I don't know what you want from me."
"I want you to be honest with me." The next sentence was the hardest Santana ever had to ask Brittany, "Did you kill Sue?"
"No!"
"That's it?"
"What else do you want me to say? Of course I didn't kill Sue. Why would I ask you to do everything you've done for me since arriving here if I had been Sue's killer?"
Santana plopped down on the bed with Brittany, but still a considerable distance away. She held her head in her hands, "I don't know what to think anymore. Will told me I had to be objective. I couldn't let feelings … my feelings for you … influence my pursuit of the truth. And right now B, from and objective viewpoint, things look pretty bad."
Brittany got the feeling she knew what Santana was talking about now, "Because of the money?"
"Yes Brittany, the money." Santana looked into Brittany's eyes, but now Brittany was the one avoiding eye contact. "Last night you said you didn't want to talk about it. Well, now we have to talk about it. Did you know Sue was planning on leave all her money to you?"
"Sort of."
"What's that supposed to mean, Brittany? Just tell the truth."
"Okay, It was a few weeks ago. It was just after dinner and Sue asked to speak to me about something important ….
…
"Brittany, I have many enemies."
"Are you sure?"
"Well, I'm assuming I do. I am quite wealthy, influential, and powerful. You can never be too careful."
"Am I one of your enemies?" Brittany asked Sue. "Is that why you asked me here?"
"Of course not Brittany. I'm getting to why you're here. Come sit by me, and stop looking so nervous." Brittany did as Sue asked of her. Well, she tried her best to work on the nervous thing. "Brittany, how long have we known each other?"
"Almost 9 years, I think, since you pick me to be a Cheerio." Brittany would never forget how beneficial that was to her development.
"Your absolutely right. You know, you're the newest person in the cast, and normally I would mandate all the necessary hazings for newbies, but you are different because of our past together."
"Where is this going? I don't understand."
"Let me be frank then," Sue began.
"Can still be Brittany?" muttered the young girl.
"I hate everyone here except you. They're weak, self-centered, sluggish, and so damn annoying. I really have been growing weary of all of this since Shelby died. Her death exposed me to my own mortality, it made me reevaluate my existence and the mark I've left on this world. And despite all the trophies, endorsements, and book deals, my proudest achievement is you."
"Sue, you're going to make me cry."
"Don't or else I'll take back everything I just said." Sue grabbed Britany's face and stared deep into her eyes. "Brittany, if anything should happen to me, I'm counting on you to make an even bigger mark on the world. Just know you'll have more than enough of the resources of the late Sue Sylvester to help you."
…
"The day she died, it took me awhile to remember what she had said, but once I did I felt awful."
"Its just money, Britt-Britt."
"No Santana, when I remembered what Sue said, for a brief second I thought about what it meant for you, me, our future together. In that one brief second I felt … relieved." Brittany broke down in Santana's arms. "I'm a horrible person."
"You're not, don't ever think you are." Santana tried her best at comfort, "Sue trusted you because you are a good person. With the amount of love you give to the world around you, I think you can afford to think about yourself for one second."
"You're probably right, but I still feel awful."
All Santana want to do was stay in this position holding Brittany forever, but she still had more questions to ask. So she got up from the bed and began, "Now that we're being honest with each other, I should tell you why I had to bring this up. Last night someone left a note under the door to this room. It said you were lying to me."
"Can I see it?"
"I don't have it anymore, I gave it to Schue."
"So you believed it? That's what this is about."
"I'm sorry babe, things have been so screwed up lately, and I didn't know what to believe. The important thing is that someone in this house either thinks that you have something worth hiding, or is trying to frame you for the murder."
"Frame me? What? I'm think that I'm smart enough to know that money is usually a huge part of a lot of murders, but I couldn't have killed Sue. I wasn't even here!" Brittany was indignant, but sincere, if anyone needed any more proof that Brittany wasn't Sue's killer, this was it.
A thought still lingered in Santana's mind; "Brittany, where were you that morning?"
Brittany's face fell, she suddenly was back to being scared and confused. "That's not important. All that matters is I wasn't here."
"Brittany, don't do this. Did you suddenly forget the last ten minutes? We have to be completely honest with each other. Where were you?"
Brittany got up from the bed and walked to the other side of the room away from Santana. "I was out."
Santana followed and raising her voice she pressed on, "Out where? What were you doing?"
Brittany wouldn't look at Santana, "Shopping."
Santana grabbed Brittany and turned her around to look her face-to-face, "Shopping for what! Which store!" Santana pleaded for more information, she tried to reason with Brittany further "We can talk to the employees, and get witnesses to your alibi! We can be done with this! What were you shopping for when the morning Sue was poisoned?"
Brittany reached into her pocket and retrieved a small object. She forced that object into Santana's hands. "I was buying you this."
Santana looked down at what was in her hands. It was a ring, a diamond ring. Santana was at a loss for words. She managed to force out, "Brittany?"
"It's an engagement ring, Santana. The morning Sue was murdered, I was buying you an engagement ring." Santana couldn't believe it. She started to cry.
"You never said anything. Even before I arrived, we never talked about this, and after…"
"After you got back what was I supposed to say, 'Hey Santana, welcome back, Sue's dead, and oh by the way, please be mine forever' and people say I'm the clueless one." Brittany made Santana started laughing through her tears. "I'm sorry that me keeping this a secret made you think I might be a murderer. That was definitely not want I wanted."
Santana couldn't take it anymore, and she kissed Brittany. She tried to put as much of her passion and feelings into the kiss as she could. This was exactly what both of them needed. It felt like they hadn't kissed with this many feelings in months. Kissing Brittany made all the stress and anxiety she had been feeling these last few days slowly melt away until all that was left was her love for this woman.
They once again ended up on the bed holding each other. Santana turned to Brittany and asked, "So can I put it on?"
"Santana, I don't keep a strap-on in the house." Brittany replied in such a way that made Santana unsure of whether or not Brittany was serious.
Regardless, Santana laughed out loud. "The ring Britt; can I put on the ring?"
"Technically you haven't said yes, yet."
"Well technically you haven't even asked me, yet."
"Why don't you just put the ring on so we can skip to the end? More talk means fewer Sweet Lady Kisses."
Later that night, after sufficiently celebrating with her fiancé (a word she would definitely get used to saying), the reality of the situation returned to Santana's thoughts. Santana looked over at Brittany and she could tell the blonde's thoughts were the same as hers.
"What happens now Santana?"
"Brittany, I made a promise to you. I said I would figure out who killed Sue, and that's what I'm going to do."
"You're not going to do it alone. I'm going to help. I won't let you go through what you went through this morning ever again. We're a team now." Santana could not love this woman any more than she did right now. "When Brittany Pierce puts a ring on it, you can be sure that she's serious, honey."
Santana and Brittany realized that with all the stressful investigating and the surprise engagement that they were quite hungry. They reluctantly left the confines of their bed and began assembling clothes to wear.
While Santana was still getting dressed, Brittany now fully clothed turned to her and said, "Hey, while you're finishing up, I'm gonna go across the hall and give Beth the good news. She's been my little helper while you've been away, and she'll be glad to know I finally gave you the ring."
"Okay, don't be long."
The next thing Santana knew, she heard a loud crash followed almost immediately by a horrible scream. It was the worst thing she had ever heard because there was no doubt that the source of the scream was Brittany, her fiancé.
Santana vaulted from the bed and rushed out the door. The first thing she noticed was the blood on the hallway floor.
End of Chapter 7
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 7
"Until I get all the answers I need, I am not your girlfriend."
Brittany didn't know how to respond to what Santana had just said. Instead of saying anything, she moved over to sit down on the bed. She fiddled with her hands as Santana paced back and forth in front of her. It was obvious to her that Santana was struggling to decide which of the answers Santana wanted to here from her first.
"Brittany," Santana began to speak, but broke off and went back to pacing.
"Santana, what is this about?" Brittany hated seeing Santana is such distress. If Santana had not already banned it, she would have tried to hold Santana in her arms to ease her suffering.
Santana finally stopped pacing, turned to Brittany, took a deep breath, and asked her first question. "Brittany, why are we here?"
"Are you asking me the meaning of life Santana?" Brittany responded coyly.
"No Britt, why are we HERE… in Sue's house? Why are we still here?"
"We're trying to figure out who killed Sue."
"I'm sorry Britt, baby, but you are wrong." Brittany was shocked and hurt. All she wanted was for Santana to stop, but she didn't. "I have been trying to figure out who killed Sue. There has been no WE at all involve in any this. I can't do this anymore."
"Fine, I'll be more helpful. Just tell me what to do and how to help, and I'll do it."
"Brittany you can't help me."
"Why not?"
"BECAUSE YOU'RE A SUSPECT!" shouted Santana. She was surprised at how loud she had let herself get. This was definitely thanks to all the tension she had been building up over the last few days.
Brittany had begun to cry again. She stayed seated on the bed, and looked at Santana through tearful eyes and said, "Santana, what is going on? Where is this coming from? I don't know what you want from me."
"I want you to be honest with me." The next sentence was the hardest Santana ever had to ask Brittany, "Did you kill Sue?"
"No!"
"That's it?"
"What else do you want me to say? Of course I didn't kill Sue. Why would I ask you to do everything you've done for me since arriving here if I had been Sue's killer?"
Santana plopped down on the bed with Brittany, but still a considerable distance away. She held her head in her hands, "I don't know what to think anymore. Will told me I had to be objective. I couldn't let feelings … my feelings for you … influence my pursuit of the truth. And right now B, from and objective viewpoint, things look pretty bad."
Brittany got the feeling she knew what Santana was talking about now, "Because of the money?"
"Yes Brittany, the money." Santana looked into Brittany's eyes, but now Brittany was the one avoiding eye contact. "Last night you said you didn't want to talk about it. Well, now we have to talk about it. Did you know Sue was planning on leave all her money to you?"
"Sort of."
"What's that supposed to mean, Brittany? Just tell the truth."
"Okay, It was a few weeks ago. It was just after dinner and Sue asked to speak to me about something important ….
…
"Brittany, I have many enemies."
"Are you sure?"
"Well, I'm assuming I do. I am quite wealthy, influential, and powerful. You can never be too careful."
"Am I one of your enemies?" Brittany asked Sue. "Is that why you asked me here?"
"Of course not Brittany. I'm getting to why you're here. Come sit by me, and stop looking so nervous." Brittany did as Sue asked of her. Well, she tried her best to work on the nervous thing. "Brittany, how long have we known each other?"
"Almost 9 years, I think, since you pick me to be a Cheerio." Brittany would never forget how beneficial that was to her development.
"Your absolutely right. You know, you're the newest person in the cast, and normally I would mandate all the necessary hazings for newbies, but you are different because of our past together."
"Where is this going? I don't understand."
"Let me be frank then," Sue began.
"Can still be Brittany?" muttered the young girl.
"I hate everyone here except you. They're weak, self-centered, sluggish, and so damn annoying. I really have been growing weary of all of this since Shelby died. Her death exposed me to my own mortality, it made me reevaluate my existence and the mark I've left on this world. And despite all the trophies, endorsements, and book deals, my proudest achievement is you."
"Sue, you're going to make me cry."
"Don't or else I'll take back everything I just said." Sue grabbed Britany's face and stared deep into her eyes. "Brittany, if anything should happen to me, I'm counting on you to make an even bigger mark on the world. Just know you'll have more than enough of the resources of the late Sue Sylvester to help you."
…
"The day she died, it took me awhile to remember what she had said, but once I did I felt awful."
"Its just money, Britt-Britt."
"No Santana, when I remembered what Sue said, for a brief second I thought about what it meant for you, me, our future together. In that one brief second I felt … relieved." Brittany broke down in Santana's arms. "I'm a horrible person."
"You're not, don't ever think you are." Santana tried her best at comfort, "Sue trusted you because you are a good person. With the amount of love you give to the world around you, I think you can afford to think about yourself for one second."
"You're probably right, but I still feel awful."
All Santana want to do was stay in this position holding Brittany forever, but she still had more questions to ask. So she got up from the bed and began, "Now that we're being honest with each other, I should tell you why I had to bring this up. Last night someone left a note under the door to this room. It said you were lying to me."
"Can I see it?"
"I don't have it anymore, I gave it to Schue."
"So you believed it? That's what this is about."
"I'm sorry babe, things have been so screwed up lately, and I didn't know what to believe. The important thing is that someone in this house either thinks that you have something worth hiding, or is trying to frame you for the murder."
"Frame me? What? I'm think that I'm smart enough to know that money is usually a huge part of a lot of murders, but I couldn't have killed Sue. I wasn't even here!" Brittany was indignant, but sincere, if anyone needed any more proof that Brittany wasn't Sue's killer, this was it.
A thought still lingered in Santana's mind; "Brittany, where were you that morning?"
Brittany's face fell, she suddenly was back to being scared and confused. "That's not important. All that matters is I wasn't here."
"Brittany, don't do this. Did you suddenly forget the last ten minutes? We have to be completely honest with each other. Where were you?"
Brittany got up from the bed and walked to the other side of the room away from Santana. "I was out."
Santana followed and raising her voice she pressed on, "Out where? What were you doing?"
Brittany wouldn't look at Santana, "Shopping."
Santana grabbed Brittany and turned her around to look her face-to-face, "Shopping for what! Which store!" Santana pleaded for more information, she tried to reason with Brittany further "We can talk to the employees, and get witnesses to your alibi! We can be done with this! What were you shopping for when the morning Sue was poisoned?"
Brittany reached into her pocket and retrieved a small object. She forced that object into Santana's hands. "I was buying you this."
Santana looked down at what was in her hands. It was a ring, a diamond ring. Santana was at a loss for words. She managed to force out, "Brittany?"
"It's an engagement ring, Santana. The morning Sue was murdered, I was buying you an engagement ring." Santana couldn't believe it. She started to cry.
"You never said anything. Even before I arrived, we never talked about this, and after…"
"After you got back what was I supposed to say, 'Hey Santana, welcome back, Sue's dead, and oh by the way, please be mine forever' and people say I'm the clueless one." Brittany made Santana started laughing through her tears. "I'm sorry that me keeping this a secret made you think I might be a murderer. That was definitely not want I wanted."
Santana couldn't take it anymore, and she kissed Brittany. She tried to put as much of her passion and feelings into the kiss as she could. This was exactly what both of them needed. It felt like they hadn't kissed with this many feelings in months. Kissing Brittany made all the stress and anxiety she had been feeling these last few days slowly melt away until all that was left was her love for this woman.
They once again ended up on the bed holding each other. Santana turned to Brittany and asked, "So can I put it on?"
"Santana, I don't keep a strap-on in the house." Brittany replied in such a way that made Santana unsure of whether or not Brittany was serious.
Regardless, Santana laughed out loud. "The ring Britt; can I put on the ring?"
"Technically you haven't said yes, yet."
"Well technically you haven't even asked me, yet."
"Why don't you just put the ring on so we can skip to the end? More talk means fewer Sweet Lady Kisses."
Later that night, after sufficiently celebrating with her fiancé (a word she would definitely get used to saying), the reality of the situation returned to Santana's thoughts. Santana looked over at Brittany and she could tell the blonde's thoughts were the same as hers.
"What happens now Santana?"
"Brittany, I made a promise to you. I said I would figure out who killed Sue, and that's what I'm going to do."
"You're not going to do it alone. I'm going to help. I won't let you go through what you went through this morning ever again. We're a team now." Santana could not love this woman any more than she did right now. "When Brittany Pierce puts a ring on it, you can be sure that she's serious, honey."
Santana and Brittany realized that with all the stressful investigating and the surprise engagement that they were quite hungry. They reluctantly left the confines of their bed and began assembling clothes to wear.
While Santana was still getting dressed, Brittany now fully clothed turned to her and said, "Hey, while you're finishing up, I'm gonna go across the hall and give Beth the good news. She's been my little helper while you've been away, and she'll be glad to know I finally gave you the ring."
"Okay, don't be long."
The next thing Santana knew, she heard a loud crash followed almost immediately by a horrible scream. It was the worst thing she had ever heard because there was no doubt that the source of the scream was Brittany, her fiancé.
Santana vaulted from the bed and rushed out the door. The first thing she noticed was the blood on the hallway floor.
End of Chapter 7