Just A Girl (5/11)
Title: Just A Girl (5/?)
Author: Race122VE (Coll)
Pairing: Santana/Brittany
Rating: R (mostly language, then violence and some semi sexiness as the fic goes on)
Summary: “But…you’re just a girl.” Glee AU fic.
Word Count: A little over 4k.
Disclaimer: All television shows, movies, books, and other copyrighted material referred to in this work, and the characters, settings, and events thereof, are the properties of their respective owners. As this work is an interpretation of the original material and not for-profit, it constitutes fair use. Reference to real persons, places, or events are made in a fictional context, and are not intended to be libelous, defamatory, or in any way factual.
Prologue, Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4
Chapter 5
The next day was boring considering all the excitement she had been experiencing.
She woke up after a crazy night of training with Sue Sylvester. Normally she’d feel fine, but her muscles strained when she stretched, remembering the abuse she took from Coach over the whole Quinn thing.
Santana then had an awkward morning with her mother followed by all day awkwardness with Quinn, keeping true to her word and not going anywhere. Santana was grateful, she was, but she still wasn’t ready to talk about what Quinn had said.
Thankfully, Quinn didn’t push the subject either…even when they saw Scott something talking to Brittany. She was leaning back against her locker; he had his arm resting above her head. With Brittany’s Cheerio’s uniform and Scott’s letterman jacket they looked like a fucking high school cliché that she wanted to throw up on.
She allowed herself a second to watch, process, then move on to class, Quinn following behind with a look of disbelief plastered on her face.
It was a new thing she was trying, something Sue brought up after training the night before.
Focus.
This whole time, since she found out what she was, her mind had been scattered all over the place. Last night, she made a promise to herself that she was just going to try to focus on getting through the day and not worrying herself over fucking trivial, high school drama.
A few more students had been reported missing, and after her run in with Karofsky and Jacob they all had to assume that something else was going on, something bigger, and that took precedence over anything else in her life.
Santana had only, really, half accepted this whole thing. It still kind of wasn’t real for her. It took all those people disappearing when she checked out, Quinn accidentally finding out what she was and now being in the same boat with her, and killing two people she knew for her to fully grasp the scary seriousness of it all.
This was bigger than her, this was the most important thing, and she had to focus on that and get through the day so she could do her job.
It was pretty early when she climbed out her window and headed to the first area that she was scheduled to sweep.
Mr. Schue and Coach decided that she should start walking around some of the places where everyone from school would go to hang out. There was a three block strip that housed several restaurants (including Breadstix) and the bowling alley then the mall. They figured if students were the main target that area should be Santana’s main focus.
It was harder, though, to hunt with all these people around. It was eleven at night but the streets were, still, very much populated. She hung back in the shadier streets, closer to the main road, and walked through alleys for about an hour. She was ready to give up in this area and move on when she looked down towards a deserted corner a block away and saw Brittany.
Her first reaction is to turn and walk away, focus on patrolling.
Then she realizes she’s patrolling, she’s on a semi shady street, and so is Brittany. It’s late and she’s alone, looking like a happy meal for vampires, and, even though it will probably just make things worse, she walks over.
Once Santana gets close enough, she can see how upset Brittany is. Her uniform is disheveled, hands are shaking, and her eyes are glossy and filled with unshed tears. Her head snaps up when she hears Santana approaching and her body relaxes slightly. “Santana,” she breathes.
“Britt,” she replies as she looks around. “What are you doing out here alone? It’s late…”
“Scott dropped me off here.” The name alone send her into a fury, but it's nothing compared to how she was about to feel after what Brittany tells her next. “We were on our date…and then he pulled over and wanted to make out, but I wanted to go home so…he left me.”
It’s then and there Santana decides that she is going to kill Scott whatshisface the next time she sees him.
“He fucking left you here?” Brittany sniffs and nods. “It’s past midnight-”
“You’re out late too,” Brittany points out. “What are you doing here anyway?”
“Just out for a walk,” she answers quickly before switching back to the more important subject. “Brittany, you have to get home it’s not safe out here by yourself.”
“You’re by yourself.”
Santana sighs in frustration. The whole focusing on her job thing has flown out the window and all she can think about is that fucking jock putting his hands all over Brittany and her trying to shove him. The images keep playing out in her head and, of course, since it’s her head they’re exaggerated and worse than what actually happened.
Then she gets mad again, because what actually happened was he ditched her in the middle of town, miles away from Brittany’s house.
“Can you walk me home?”
She feels like she’s being pulled in a million different directions, but that all stops with Brittany’s request. Being a Slayer suddenly has no meaning, she feels no obligation to the world, just to Brittany and keeping her safe.
It’s hard to speak around Brittany usually, and when she’s trying to keep calm and not lash out at something it’s even harder, so Santana nods and Brittany smiles.
Santana hasn’t seen a smile on Brittany’s face that genuine in a long time and she throws one back at the blonde. “Good,” Brittany whispers. “I’ve been meaning to…I have something I wanted…”
Brittany stammers through what she’s saying, and Santana gets nervous because Brittany always says what’s on her mind, whether it makes sense or not.
“Is everything OK?” It’s a stupid question because some asshole just kicked her to the curb when she refused to make out with him, but there’s something else going on. Something that is really taking its toll on Brittany and she feels compelled to fix it as soon as humanly possible.
But, suddenly, she’s on full alert.
Something sounding like a snarl echoes in the night. It’s far away, but getting closer.
Brittany opens her mouth again, ready to keep talking but Santana holds her hand up when she realizes Brittany didn’t hear the noise. She closes her mouth, worry spreading quickly over her face, and waits for Santana, trusting her to know what’s going on and tell her when everything is OK.
Now there’s footsteps, fast approaching footsteps and Santana swears under breath.
Santana spots a small alley close to them and moves to hide, but it’s, like, really fucking small. It barely fits them, however Santana manages to practically carry Brittany the few feet towards the entrance and squeeze them as far in as space allows them. They make it about a quarter way through, and right in the middle Brittany opens her mouth to say something so she has to cover it with her hand tightly.
There’s no time to explain, mostly because explaining her Slayer sense now to someone like Brittany, who had trouble with the amount of lyrics she was required to retain for Glee, was futile. The point now was to live.
No. The point was for Brittany to live.
She now knows, from her experience with Quinn, how hard it was to fight when she has someone’s immediate safety on her mind. Not to mention that there was no way of knowing if there was more than one vampire lurking in the shadows, waiting to ambush.
It was her own mistake to assume that all these newbies were uncoordinated morons. Obviously there was someone pulling the strings.
None of those thoughts were even close to registering right now, however. Not when she knows there is, at least, one vampire lurking around and Brittany in the proximity.
They lock eyes and, even though Santana’s Slayer sense is elsewhere, tracking the vampire and making sure he doesn’t come near and (if he does) she begins planning her attack, she can’t help the heat that spreads throughout her body by being this close to the blonde. It’s not the easiest multitasking she’s ever done. Brittany is not stupid, despite her reputation, and she knows that something bad is happening. She trusts Santana enough to know that she’s pressed their bodies close together in this alley for a reason.
A reason that is suddenly lost on Santana.
Her lips are pressed against her hand that is pressed against Brittany’s mouth. It’s hard to pay attention to her Slayer senses, even though they’re going off like a car alarm at this point. Her eyes lock onto Brittany’s, silently urging the blonde to stay quiet and still.
The look she gets back is trusting, but laced with fear. She doesn't have time to worry about that though. Her hand falls from Brittany’s mouth and manages to maneuver itself around to her back pocket where she stuffed a small, sharp, wooden stake.
They’re still too close together, though. It’s clouding Santana’s mind because not only does Brittany not know about vampire and demons, but she doesn’t know how Santana really feels. Especially how she feels pressed flush up against her like this.
It’s like she’s two different people right now: the Slayer and the girl trying her damndest not to take advantage of her best friend. The vampire still seems to be heading in their direction but has slowed down some, obviously looking for them.
Brittany’s eyes, however, are still studying Santana’s face and their mouths are millimeters apart. Santana’s not sure how she can be this hyper-aware of danger and turned on at the same time, but she is and it’s not working out well considering their situation.
Also, again, there’s the part where Brittany’s unaware of her feelings and scared shitless because, technically, they are in mortal danger.
They’re pressed far enough in the alley that, when she turns her head slightly to the right, she sees a figure dart past the opening. Instinctively, her hands move to Brittany’s arms, squeezing tightly, securely even. The feeling of urgency is still very much in the front of her nature, but she feels the vampire move away and hunting elsewhere.
She knows she should go after him, but can’t find the energy to move.
Brittany is looking back at her and Santana doesn’t have the strength to tell the blonde that she should run home and not look back.
“What was that?” she whispers into Santana’s face, the breath hot and arousing against her cheek.
Santana shushes her, however, because her Slayer sense begins tingling again. Her hand clamps once again over Brittany’s mouth and she watches the opening of the alley for several minutes.
Brittany obeys and waits. She has no idea what Brittany was going to say to her but, as far she knew, the blonde was probably still upset with her behavior these past weeks. That was the beauty of their relationship, even if Brittany was mad at Santana, she still trusted that she wanted the best for her. Wanted to keep her safe.
That was the main objective right now.
The immediate danger is over, so it seems, but she can’t help herself and keeps Brittany in the alley a while longer. Once again, she moves her hand away from Brittany’s mouth, but lets it settle against her cheek, her thumb stroking the soft skin. “Are you OK?” she whispers almost inaudibly.
Brittany nods once in response, her one hand coming up to rest on top of Santana’s. “What was that?” she asks in the smallest voice she ever heard come out of anyone.
“It was something bad,” she answers as simply as she can without lying too much to Brittany. “We should wait here for a little bit, though…just in case.”
The blonde wants to say something. Argue, protest, chip in, something, but Santana can’t have it right now. They’ve been talking too much and if she wants the vampire to stay away she needs Brittany to be quiet.
“We can’t talk right now, B,” she says quietly, even though she’s wanted nothing more than to talk to her best friend for days now. Santana still feels her friend’s argument and finally lets her guard down and pleads, “Please Brittany…please trust me.”
It’s enough. She feels Brittany relax, as much as she can in the situation, and sees the understanding in her eyes. Now satisfied that Brittany will wait, she turns her attention back to the entrance and for any indication that they’re still in danger.
But…it’s a little hard to concentrate because, damn, Brittany’s mouth is just so close to Santana’s and her eyes are just burning holes into her face. Her senses are still relaxed and her body shifts priorities when Brittany suddenly leans forward and ghosts her lips over the corner of Santana’s mouth.
It’s weird, and it keeps getting weirder because Santana turns back to Brittany and then they’re kissing.
There are a few reasons this is weird. First, and most important, they’re best friends. Sure, Santana’s thought about this moment over and over again, but the fact that it’s actually happening is just…weird, again.
Second. They’re still, technically, in danger.
This is not how people act in these situations. Santana knew how scared Brittany was moments ago, and that made her scared because of the feelings she has for the girl and now they’re kissing. It’s not normal.
She thinks about the third reason this is weird, but only briefly. That reason is because the alley is fucking small and offers no room for maneuvering. The hand that was pressed against Brittany’s cheek has slid down to her neck while her other hand found a nice place to rest on Brittany’s thigh, her finger tips relishing the feel of soft, smooth skin that resides under the pleats of her Cheerio’s uniform.
Brittany’s hands find their way to her sides, resting painfully close to Santana’s breasts and spreading out along her ribs. It’s still tight and kind of uncomfortable, but so right.
Then, it stops being weird, or she stops thinking about it and just focuses on Brittany’s tongue tracing her lips. She hesitates, still trying to grasp that this is happening, but opens her mouth just enough to let Brittany in.
The girl knows what she’s doing, and she kind of gets why everyone ends up making out with Brittany. The blonde tilts her head a little, giving her better access and Santana can’t help but moan. A little too loudly though. It causes something in her to rip her mouth away from Brittany’s and look back to the opening.
It doesn’t stop Brittany from leaving a trail of kisses along her jaw before she bites at Santana’s ear lobe. It’s distracting and she hears herself groan, but she can feel the vampire’s presence fast approaching. Something takes over, the Slayer takes over, and she turns back to Brittany.
“Do. Not. Move,” Santana orders quietly, emphasizing each word. She registers the acknowledgement before she’s out of Brittany’s grasp and sliding out of the alley.
As soon as she rounds the corner there’s a vampire there. A student. Someone she doesn’t recognize, but he’s wearing a letterman jacket and Santana allows herself less than a moment to feel bad, because she’s going to kill another one of her classmates, before she pulls the stake out of her back pocket and up into the boy’s chest without any struggle.
The dust gets carried away by a gust of wind. She watches it float away while her senses strain for any sign of more danger.
“Is everything OK?’
The question causes her to jump, her stake clattering to the ground as she turns to face Brittany.
“I told you to stay in the fucking alley,” she hisses, harsher than she intended but it was because she still wasn’t sure they were safe.
“I got worried about you,” Brittany tells her like it’s the most obvious thing in the world. Then, she points to fallen stake. “What’s that?”
Santana shrugs, kicking the stake away, “A stick.”
“It’s sharp-”
“It’s not important, B,” Santana dismisses. “I should get you home.”
“We should talk about what happened,” Brittany suggests.
Santana had gotten caught up in the quick staking and cover up that she forgot about what took place not even five minutes ago. It’s fairly obvious, though. Brittany’s lips are swollen and her gloss is smudged, evidence of the intense kiss they shared.
The kiss that they just shared.
Brittany kissed her, and she kissed back.
Now, Santana couldn’t breathe properly. Brittany steps forward, further out of the alley, and, for some fucking, stupid reason, she steps back. Brittany scrunches up her face in confusion and Santana finds her voice. “I should get you home,” she repeats, shaking her trying to get herself back to thinking clearly.
It’s not working.
Brittany begins talking, saying that they kissed and that they have to talk about it, but it all sounds fuzzy and far away. She looks past the blonde and sees a lone figure a few blocks down, too far away for anyone to make out.
Except for Santana, she can see Matt Rutherford, clear as day, standing and watching them.
Smiling the creepiest smile she’s ever seen.
Then she remembers the other night, drinking with Quinn and thinking that she saw him. Stupidly, she chalked it up to the alcohol but now she knew that this was real. It was still confusing, however, because there was no sense of danger, no need to remove them from the situation or reach for a weapon. They just watched each other for long moments.
Brittany snaps her fingers in front of Santana’s face, grabbing her attention. “Have you been listening?” she asks, clearly annoyed. Santana opens her mouth to reply, but spares a glance back to Matt. “What are you looking at?”
“Don’t-”
It’s too late, Brittany is already looking behind her but, now, there’s nothing there. Matt disappeared again and she’s not sensing any danger.
Well, any mortal danger.
Brittany turns back, frustration now very prominent on her features. “OK, what the hell is going on?”
“I have to get you home,” she tells Brittany, not trusting herself to say anything else.
“But-” she tries to argue, but Santana cuts her off.
“No buts, Brittany. We have to go.”
She doesn’t say anything, just turns on her heel and starts walking in the direction of her home. Santana curses at herself and jogs the few feet forwards to walk along side Brittany. She keeps her eyes forward, but still notices the way Brittany glances sideways at her.
They should talk about things, about what happened, but she has no idea what to say. Luckily, Brittany doesn’t push anymore because Santana is still kind of in denial about the whole thing. Every scenario she had ever thought of when she thought about just telling Brittany how she felt never started with Brittany making the first move.
What the fuck did it mean? That Brittany had been thinking about kissing her? That Brittany had feelings for her?
Life would so do that to Santana.
They’re standing in front of Brittany’s house before she knows it, and she stops in front of Santana. “I want you to come in,” she says. “Well, I’ll have to sneak you in…but I want you to come in and I want us to talk about what’s been happening.”
She wants to say yes. More than anything, she wants to go inside and tell Brittany everything. Seeing Matt tonight changed all of that. Once she got Brittany inside (hopefully without completely fucking everything up) she had to finish patrolling and try to find Matt.
She had to figure out what was happening because, clearly, there was something bigger happening.
“I want to-”
“But…you can’t,” Brittany finishes for her, anger and frustration very apparent in her tone . “And you can’t tell me why.”
“What happened in the alley, B…” Santana begins. She doesn’t want to talk about it, but feels the need to address it. Of course she can’t think of a single thing to say after she starts. “I’ve wanted to…I…we’ll talk, I want to talk, but not now.”
Brittany’s mouth forms a thin line and she bobs her head once before storming up her walk way towards the front door and slamming it shut once she’s inside.
“Shit.”
---
“I went back to where I saw him and kept expanding my search into new areas and trying to look for a pattern but…there was nothing. I couldn’t find Matt.”
The looks she got from Quinn, Mr. Schuester, and Sue Sylvester were shock, concerned yet thoughtful, and a mixture of anger and disappointment, all in that order.
As soon as the day got started, she made it a point for the three to meet up so she could go over everything and tell them about the other night at the cemetery, something she mistakenly just chalked up to the alcohol. They needed to put their heads together, they needed to figure out what was going on and make some kind of plan. More students were reported missing and it was her job to stop it.
“Why didn’t you mention seeing Matt before?” Mr. Schue asks. “At the cemetery?”
Her eyes meet Quinn’s and the blonde nods, a silent pact that they don’t have to really bring up the underage drinking and add fuel to the burning fire. “It was just a flash,” Santana tells them. “And I was distracted by Quinn…I thought I imagined it and forgot until I saw him last night.”
“Do you think he’s behind the disappearances?” Will asks.
“Not in general,” she shakes her head. “Someone obviously turned him and has been keeping him close, making him watch me. I’m not even sure if he’s a vampire…he hasn’t been close enough for me to feel anything.”
Will nods along when an idea strikes him, “Or he knows enough to stay away so you can’t know for sure. Your senses only work if a vampire is close enough in your vicinity or they plan on attacking you.”
It makes sense, but she still can’t figure out what kind of plan they have, if there’s a they and if they have one.
Mr. Schue and Sue start bouncing ideas off each other while still managing to sling insults back and forth (well, Coach was insulting Will) while Santana sat down and began to chew lightly on her finger nail.
There had to be something they were missing, something that's significant but easy to look over. She thought about Karofsky, Jacob, the random jock she staked last night and Matt as she tuned out the rest of the people in the room
Three guys that had letterman jackets and fucking Jew Fro.
What connected them?
Other than being students and in her class she came up with nothing. She starts thinking about the list of kids she couldn't help but memorize (and that she kept adding names to), trying to find some kind of connection. Again, they’re all just students and in her class. Even though she’s only had run ins with guys, there’s some girls on the list. A couple Cheerios and girls from other sports teams, a member of the Celibacy Club, some band nerds…
It’s all way too random.
Then it hits her.
“They’re all from different groups,” she says, getting the other three’s attention even though she’s just, basically, thinking out loud. “The students…the disappearances…they’re all from my class and they’re all from different groups…different extracurricular activities or sports.”
Will looks like he’s about to dismiss her idea, but stops and grabs his own missing students list off a stack of papers. He scans as Sue waits for him to confirm or deny and Quinn furrows her brow in a way that tells Santana she’s on to something.
“I’m right, aren’t I?”
He nods grimly. “Why though?”
There was still that part to figure out.
“Do vampires know what a Slayer is?”
All the attention turns to Quinn. “I mean…” she looks at Will and Sue. “You two only knew about everything a little bit longer than Santana. She was called because of the rise in vampires lately, but…do they know who the Slayer is?”
“The older ones do,” Sue answers, all annoyance gone from her voice and something that sounds weirdly human laced in her tone. “There’s no way of knowing who the girl is, though.”
“It’s always a young girl, right?” Santana asks. “Someone my age? If someone thought a Slayer was called...”
Everything suddenly makes sense.
Her thought is dropped off and she just sits there with her jaw hanging open and an unsettling feeling in her stomach. She was solely responsible for all the disappearances, not just because she flaked off of patrolling last weekend, but…
“They’re looking for you,” Mr. Schue finishes quietly.
Chapter 6
Author: Race122VE (Coll)
Pairing: Santana/Brittany
Rating: R (mostly language, then violence and some semi sexiness as the fic goes on)
Summary: “But…you’re just a girl.” Glee AU fic.
Word Count: A little over 4k.
Disclaimer: All television shows, movies, books, and other copyrighted material referred to in this work, and the characters, settings, and events thereof, are the properties of their respective owners. As this work is an interpretation of the original material and not for-profit, it constitutes fair use. Reference to real persons, places, or events are made in a fictional context, and are not intended to be libelous, defamatory, or in any way factual.
Prologue, Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4
Chapter 5
The next day was boring considering all the excitement she had been experiencing.
She woke up after a crazy night of training with Sue Sylvester. Normally she’d feel fine, but her muscles strained when she stretched, remembering the abuse she took from Coach over the whole Quinn thing.
Santana then had an awkward morning with her mother followed by all day awkwardness with Quinn, keeping true to her word and not going anywhere. Santana was grateful, she was, but she still wasn’t ready to talk about what Quinn had said.
Thankfully, Quinn didn’t push the subject either…even when they saw Scott something talking to Brittany. She was leaning back against her locker; he had his arm resting above her head. With Brittany’s Cheerio’s uniform and Scott’s letterman jacket they looked like a fucking high school cliché that she wanted to throw up on.
She allowed herself a second to watch, process, then move on to class, Quinn following behind with a look of disbelief plastered on her face.
It was a new thing she was trying, something Sue brought up after training the night before.
Focus.
This whole time, since she found out what she was, her mind had been scattered all over the place. Last night, she made a promise to herself that she was just going to try to focus on getting through the day and not worrying herself over fucking trivial, high school drama.
A few more students had been reported missing, and after her run in with Karofsky and Jacob they all had to assume that something else was going on, something bigger, and that took precedence over anything else in her life.
Santana had only, really, half accepted this whole thing. It still kind of wasn’t real for her. It took all those people disappearing when she checked out, Quinn accidentally finding out what she was and now being in the same boat with her, and killing two people she knew for her to fully grasp the scary seriousness of it all.
This was bigger than her, this was the most important thing, and she had to focus on that and get through the day so she could do her job.
It was pretty early when she climbed out her window and headed to the first area that she was scheduled to sweep.
Mr. Schue and Coach decided that she should start walking around some of the places where everyone from school would go to hang out. There was a three block strip that housed several restaurants (including Breadstix) and the bowling alley then the mall. They figured if students were the main target that area should be Santana’s main focus.
It was harder, though, to hunt with all these people around. It was eleven at night but the streets were, still, very much populated. She hung back in the shadier streets, closer to the main road, and walked through alleys for about an hour. She was ready to give up in this area and move on when she looked down towards a deserted corner a block away and saw Brittany.
Her first reaction is to turn and walk away, focus on patrolling.
Then she realizes she’s patrolling, she’s on a semi shady street, and so is Brittany. It’s late and she’s alone, looking like a happy meal for vampires, and, even though it will probably just make things worse, she walks over.
Once Santana gets close enough, she can see how upset Brittany is. Her uniform is disheveled, hands are shaking, and her eyes are glossy and filled with unshed tears. Her head snaps up when she hears Santana approaching and her body relaxes slightly. “Santana,” she breathes.
“Britt,” she replies as she looks around. “What are you doing out here alone? It’s late…”
“Scott dropped me off here.” The name alone send her into a fury, but it's nothing compared to how she was about to feel after what Brittany tells her next. “We were on our date…and then he pulled over and wanted to make out, but I wanted to go home so…he left me.”
It’s then and there Santana decides that she is going to kill Scott whatshisface the next time she sees him.
“He fucking left you here?” Brittany sniffs and nods. “It’s past midnight-”
“You’re out late too,” Brittany points out. “What are you doing here anyway?”
“Just out for a walk,” she answers quickly before switching back to the more important subject. “Brittany, you have to get home it’s not safe out here by yourself.”
“You’re by yourself.”
Santana sighs in frustration. The whole focusing on her job thing has flown out the window and all she can think about is that fucking jock putting his hands all over Brittany and her trying to shove him. The images keep playing out in her head and, of course, since it’s her head they’re exaggerated and worse than what actually happened.
Then she gets mad again, because what actually happened was he ditched her in the middle of town, miles away from Brittany’s house.
“Can you walk me home?”
She feels like she’s being pulled in a million different directions, but that all stops with Brittany’s request. Being a Slayer suddenly has no meaning, she feels no obligation to the world, just to Brittany and keeping her safe.
It’s hard to speak around Brittany usually, and when she’s trying to keep calm and not lash out at something it’s even harder, so Santana nods and Brittany smiles.
Santana hasn’t seen a smile on Brittany’s face that genuine in a long time and she throws one back at the blonde. “Good,” Brittany whispers. “I’ve been meaning to…I have something I wanted…”
Brittany stammers through what she’s saying, and Santana gets nervous because Brittany always says what’s on her mind, whether it makes sense or not.
“Is everything OK?” It’s a stupid question because some asshole just kicked her to the curb when she refused to make out with him, but there’s something else going on. Something that is really taking its toll on Brittany and she feels compelled to fix it as soon as humanly possible.
But, suddenly, she’s on full alert.
Something sounding like a snarl echoes in the night. It’s far away, but getting closer.
Brittany opens her mouth again, ready to keep talking but Santana holds her hand up when she realizes Brittany didn’t hear the noise. She closes her mouth, worry spreading quickly over her face, and waits for Santana, trusting her to know what’s going on and tell her when everything is OK.
Now there’s footsteps, fast approaching footsteps and Santana swears under breath.
Santana spots a small alley close to them and moves to hide, but it’s, like, really fucking small. It barely fits them, however Santana manages to practically carry Brittany the few feet towards the entrance and squeeze them as far in as space allows them. They make it about a quarter way through, and right in the middle Brittany opens her mouth to say something so she has to cover it with her hand tightly.
There’s no time to explain, mostly because explaining her Slayer sense now to someone like Brittany, who had trouble with the amount of lyrics she was required to retain for Glee, was futile. The point now was to live.
No. The point was for Brittany to live.
She now knows, from her experience with Quinn, how hard it was to fight when she has someone’s immediate safety on her mind. Not to mention that there was no way of knowing if there was more than one vampire lurking in the shadows, waiting to ambush.
It was her own mistake to assume that all these newbies were uncoordinated morons. Obviously there was someone pulling the strings.
None of those thoughts were even close to registering right now, however. Not when she knows there is, at least, one vampire lurking around and Brittany in the proximity.
They lock eyes and, even though Santana’s Slayer sense is elsewhere, tracking the vampire and making sure he doesn’t come near and (if he does) she begins planning her attack, she can’t help the heat that spreads throughout her body by being this close to the blonde. It’s not the easiest multitasking she’s ever done. Brittany is not stupid, despite her reputation, and she knows that something bad is happening. She trusts Santana enough to know that she’s pressed their bodies close together in this alley for a reason.
A reason that is suddenly lost on Santana.
Her lips are pressed against her hand that is pressed against Brittany’s mouth. It’s hard to pay attention to her Slayer senses, even though they’re going off like a car alarm at this point. Her eyes lock onto Brittany’s, silently urging the blonde to stay quiet and still.
The look she gets back is trusting, but laced with fear. She doesn't have time to worry about that though. Her hand falls from Brittany’s mouth and manages to maneuver itself around to her back pocket where she stuffed a small, sharp, wooden stake.
They’re still too close together, though. It’s clouding Santana’s mind because not only does Brittany not know about vampire and demons, but she doesn’t know how Santana really feels. Especially how she feels pressed flush up against her like this.
It’s like she’s two different people right now: the Slayer and the girl trying her damndest not to take advantage of her best friend. The vampire still seems to be heading in their direction but has slowed down some, obviously looking for them.
Brittany’s eyes, however, are still studying Santana’s face and their mouths are millimeters apart. Santana’s not sure how she can be this hyper-aware of danger and turned on at the same time, but she is and it’s not working out well considering their situation.
Also, again, there’s the part where Brittany’s unaware of her feelings and scared shitless because, technically, they are in mortal danger.
They’re pressed far enough in the alley that, when she turns her head slightly to the right, she sees a figure dart past the opening. Instinctively, her hands move to Brittany’s arms, squeezing tightly, securely even. The feeling of urgency is still very much in the front of her nature, but she feels the vampire move away and hunting elsewhere.
She knows she should go after him, but can’t find the energy to move.
Brittany is looking back at her and Santana doesn’t have the strength to tell the blonde that she should run home and not look back.
“What was that?” she whispers into Santana’s face, the breath hot and arousing against her cheek.
Santana shushes her, however, because her Slayer sense begins tingling again. Her hand clamps once again over Brittany’s mouth and she watches the opening of the alley for several minutes.
Brittany obeys and waits. She has no idea what Brittany was going to say to her but, as far she knew, the blonde was probably still upset with her behavior these past weeks. That was the beauty of their relationship, even if Brittany was mad at Santana, she still trusted that she wanted the best for her. Wanted to keep her safe.
That was the main objective right now.
The immediate danger is over, so it seems, but she can’t help herself and keeps Brittany in the alley a while longer. Once again, she moves her hand away from Brittany’s mouth, but lets it settle against her cheek, her thumb stroking the soft skin. “Are you OK?” she whispers almost inaudibly.
Brittany nods once in response, her one hand coming up to rest on top of Santana’s. “What was that?” she asks in the smallest voice she ever heard come out of anyone.
“It was something bad,” she answers as simply as she can without lying too much to Brittany. “We should wait here for a little bit, though…just in case.”
The blonde wants to say something. Argue, protest, chip in, something, but Santana can’t have it right now. They’ve been talking too much and if she wants the vampire to stay away she needs Brittany to be quiet.
“We can’t talk right now, B,” she says quietly, even though she’s wanted nothing more than to talk to her best friend for days now. Santana still feels her friend’s argument and finally lets her guard down and pleads, “Please Brittany…please trust me.”
It’s enough. She feels Brittany relax, as much as she can in the situation, and sees the understanding in her eyes. Now satisfied that Brittany will wait, she turns her attention back to the entrance and for any indication that they’re still in danger.
But…it’s a little hard to concentrate because, damn, Brittany’s mouth is just so close to Santana’s and her eyes are just burning holes into her face. Her senses are still relaxed and her body shifts priorities when Brittany suddenly leans forward and ghosts her lips over the corner of Santana’s mouth.
It’s weird, and it keeps getting weirder because Santana turns back to Brittany and then they’re kissing.
There are a few reasons this is weird. First, and most important, they’re best friends. Sure, Santana’s thought about this moment over and over again, but the fact that it’s actually happening is just…weird, again.
Second. They’re still, technically, in danger.
This is not how people act in these situations. Santana knew how scared Brittany was moments ago, and that made her scared because of the feelings she has for the girl and now they’re kissing. It’s not normal.
She thinks about the third reason this is weird, but only briefly. That reason is because the alley is fucking small and offers no room for maneuvering. The hand that was pressed against Brittany’s cheek has slid down to her neck while her other hand found a nice place to rest on Brittany’s thigh, her finger tips relishing the feel of soft, smooth skin that resides under the pleats of her Cheerio’s uniform.
Brittany’s hands find their way to her sides, resting painfully close to Santana’s breasts and spreading out along her ribs. It’s still tight and kind of uncomfortable, but so right.
Then, it stops being weird, or she stops thinking about it and just focuses on Brittany’s tongue tracing her lips. She hesitates, still trying to grasp that this is happening, but opens her mouth just enough to let Brittany in.
The girl knows what she’s doing, and she kind of gets why everyone ends up making out with Brittany. The blonde tilts her head a little, giving her better access and Santana can’t help but moan. A little too loudly though. It causes something in her to rip her mouth away from Brittany’s and look back to the opening.
It doesn’t stop Brittany from leaving a trail of kisses along her jaw before she bites at Santana’s ear lobe. It’s distracting and she hears herself groan, but she can feel the vampire’s presence fast approaching. Something takes over, the Slayer takes over, and she turns back to Brittany.
“Do. Not. Move,” Santana orders quietly, emphasizing each word. She registers the acknowledgement before she’s out of Brittany’s grasp and sliding out of the alley.
As soon as she rounds the corner there’s a vampire there. A student. Someone she doesn’t recognize, but he’s wearing a letterman jacket and Santana allows herself less than a moment to feel bad, because she’s going to kill another one of her classmates, before she pulls the stake out of her back pocket and up into the boy’s chest without any struggle.
The dust gets carried away by a gust of wind. She watches it float away while her senses strain for any sign of more danger.
“Is everything OK?’
The question causes her to jump, her stake clattering to the ground as she turns to face Brittany.
“I told you to stay in the fucking alley,” she hisses, harsher than she intended but it was because she still wasn’t sure they were safe.
“I got worried about you,” Brittany tells her like it’s the most obvious thing in the world. Then, she points to fallen stake. “What’s that?”
Santana shrugs, kicking the stake away, “A stick.”
“It’s sharp-”
“It’s not important, B,” Santana dismisses. “I should get you home.”
“We should talk about what happened,” Brittany suggests.
Santana had gotten caught up in the quick staking and cover up that she forgot about what took place not even five minutes ago. It’s fairly obvious, though. Brittany’s lips are swollen and her gloss is smudged, evidence of the intense kiss they shared.
The kiss that they just shared.
Brittany kissed her, and she kissed back.
Now, Santana couldn’t breathe properly. Brittany steps forward, further out of the alley, and, for some fucking, stupid reason, she steps back. Brittany scrunches up her face in confusion and Santana finds her voice. “I should get you home,” she repeats, shaking her trying to get herself back to thinking clearly.
It’s not working.
Brittany begins talking, saying that they kissed and that they have to talk about it, but it all sounds fuzzy and far away. She looks past the blonde and sees a lone figure a few blocks down, too far away for anyone to make out.
Except for Santana, she can see Matt Rutherford, clear as day, standing and watching them.
Smiling the creepiest smile she’s ever seen.
Then she remembers the other night, drinking with Quinn and thinking that she saw him. Stupidly, she chalked it up to the alcohol but now she knew that this was real. It was still confusing, however, because there was no sense of danger, no need to remove them from the situation or reach for a weapon. They just watched each other for long moments.
Brittany snaps her fingers in front of Santana’s face, grabbing her attention. “Have you been listening?” she asks, clearly annoyed. Santana opens her mouth to reply, but spares a glance back to Matt. “What are you looking at?”
“Don’t-”
It’s too late, Brittany is already looking behind her but, now, there’s nothing there. Matt disappeared again and she’s not sensing any danger.
Well, any mortal danger.
Brittany turns back, frustration now very prominent on her features. “OK, what the hell is going on?”
“I have to get you home,” she tells Brittany, not trusting herself to say anything else.
“But-” she tries to argue, but Santana cuts her off.
“No buts, Brittany. We have to go.”
She doesn’t say anything, just turns on her heel and starts walking in the direction of her home. Santana curses at herself and jogs the few feet forwards to walk along side Brittany. She keeps her eyes forward, but still notices the way Brittany glances sideways at her.
They should talk about things, about what happened, but she has no idea what to say. Luckily, Brittany doesn’t push anymore because Santana is still kind of in denial about the whole thing. Every scenario she had ever thought of when she thought about just telling Brittany how she felt never started with Brittany making the first move.
What the fuck did it mean? That Brittany had been thinking about kissing her? That Brittany had feelings for her?
Life would so do that to Santana.
They’re standing in front of Brittany’s house before she knows it, and she stops in front of Santana. “I want you to come in,” she says. “Well, I’ll have to sneak you in…but I want you to come in and I want us to talk about what’s been happening.”
She wants to say yes. More than anything, she wants to go inside and tell Brittany everything. Seeing Matt tonight changed all of that. Once she got Brittany inside (hopefully without completely fucking everything up) she had to finish patrolling and try to find Matt.
She had to figure out what was happening because, clearly, there was something bigger happening.
“I want to-”
“But…you can’t,” Brittany finishes for her, anger and frustration very apparent in her tone . “And you can’t tell me why.”
“What happened in the alley, B…” Santana begins. She doesn’t want to talk about it, but feels the need to address it. Of course she can’t think of a single thing to say after she starts. “I’ve wanted to…I…we’ll talk, I want to talk, but not now.”
Brittany’s mouth forms a thin line and she bobs her head once before storming up her walk way towards the front door and slamming it shut once she’s inside.
“Shit.”
---
“I went back to where I saw him and kept expanding my search into new areas and trying to look for a pattern but…there was nothing. I couldn’t find Matt.”
The looks she got from Quinn, Mr. Schuester, and Sue Sylvester were shock, concerned yet thoughtful, and a mixture of anger and disappointment, all in that order.
As soon as the day got started, she made it a point for the three to meet up so she could go over everything and tell them about the other night at the cemetery, something she mistakenly just chalked up to the alcohol. They needed to put their heads together, they needed to figure out what was going on and make some kind of plan. More students were reported missing and it was her job to stop it.
“Why didn’t you mention seeing Matt before?” Mr. Schue asks. “At the cemetery?”
Her eyes meet Quinn’s and the blonde nods, a silent pact that they don’t have to really bring up the underage drinking and add fuel to the burning fire. “It was just a flash,” Santana tells them. “And I was distracted by Quinn…I thought I imagined it and forgot until I saw him last night.”
“Do you think he’s behind the disappearances?” Will asks.
“Not in general,” she shakes her head. “Someone obviously turned him and has been keeping him close, making him watch me. I’m not even sure if he’s a vampire…he hasn’t been close enough for me to feel anything.”
Will nods along when an idea strikes him, “Or he knows enough to stay away so you can’t know for sure. Your senses only work if a vampire is close enough in your vicinity or they plan on attacking you.”
It makes sense, but she still can’t figure out what kind of plan they have, if there’s a they and if they have one.
Mr. Schue and Sue start bouncing ideas off each other while still managing to sling insults back and forth (well, Coach was insulting Will) while Santana sat down and began to chew lightly on her finger nail.
There had to be something they were missing, something that's significant but easy to look over. She thought about Karofsky, Jacob, the random jock she staked last night and Matt as she tuned out the rest of the people in the room
Three guys that had letterman jackets and fucking Jew Fro.
What connected them?
Other than being students and in her class she came up with nothing. She starts thinking about the list of kids she couldn't help but memorize (and that she kept adding names to), trying to find some kind of connection. Again, they’re all just students and in her class. Even though she’s only had run ins with guys, there’s some girls on the list. A couple Cheerios and girls from other sports teams, a member of the Celibacy Club, some band nerds…
It’s all way too random.
Then it hits her.
“They’re all from different groups,” she says, getting the other three’s attention even though she’s just, basically, thinking out loud. “The students…the disappearances…they’re all from my class and they’re all from different groups…different extracurricular activities or sports.”
Will looks like he’s about to dismiss her idea, but stops and grabs his own missing students list off a stack of papers. He scans as Sue waits for him to confirm or deny and Quinn furrows her brow in a way that tells Santana she’s on to something.
“I’m right, aren’t I?”
He nods grimly. “Why though?”
There was still that part to figure out.
“Do vampires know what a Slayer is?”
All the attention turns to Quinn. “I mean…” she looks at Will and Sue. “You two only knew about everything a little bit longer than Santana. She was called because of the rise in vampires lately, but…do they know who the Slayer is?”
“The older ones do,” Sue answers, all annoyance gone from her voice and something that sounds weirdly human laced in her tone. “There’s no way of knowing who the girl is, though.”
“It’s always a young girl, right?” Santana asks. “Someone my age? If someone thought a Slayer was called...”
Everything suddenly makes sense.
Her thought is dropped off and she just sits there with her jaw hanging open and an unsettling feeling in her stomach. She was solely responsible for all the disappearances, not just because she flaked off of patrolling last weekend, but…
“They’re looking for you,” Mr. Schue finishes quietly.
Chapter 6