STRIKE A POSE (Brittana Fanfic)

Fear Of Knowing

(Brittany's Pov)

I rather you chainced up for a little bit than to give them, the thing that matters to me most

No, she can't be talking about me. She barley knows me. She is Santana fucking Lopez. She's the most beautiful thing I've ever seen and I'm just me. A shy, clumsy nerd. She can have anyone she wants, why me.

"Stop thinking, your giving me a headache" Quinn says rubbing her head and I keep quiet.

Maybe if you stay out of my head, you'll be just fine. Your invading my privacy.

"Yeah well seeing you like to escape a lot, I have to dig in your head. If I don't invade your privacy and you escape, Santana will invade my ass" she says and I frown as she does too.

"That sounded a lot better in my head" she mumbles and I just keep quiet. I turn my wrist to look at the time at see it's 1am.

"Quinn, I need to go to the bathroom" I say and she stares at me. She's debating whether she believes me or not.

"You may not pee, but I do" I growl and she sighs. She runs quickly and uncuff me and I sit up and rub my wrists. I get up and walk downstairs as she follows me. She tries to follow me in the bathroom and I frown.

"I just met you yesterday" I say a little loud to how I usually talk and she nods understanding. She shuts the door and I go to the bathroom. I wash my hands but as I look in the mirror, I see a window. I instantly think of how this is all my fault and still asking what Santana meant, so that way I can throw off Quinn if she's in my head. I go over to the toliet and open the window. I jump into it and the wind is knocked out of me as I land hard on my stomach. I bite my lip and try to think of happy thoughts to keep myself from giving myself away. I look down and see the height and wow, that looks dangerous.

"Brittany, what's going on in there" she says and the door is locked. I see a tree branch and I bite my lip. I think I can make it but either way, I'm dead. My legs are on the ledge and I jump for the branch. I grab the branch for it to only snap and I'm falling. Remind you I was on the third floor of a mansion. I'm at least 50 ft. high and falling fast. I close my eyes, the closer I get. I don't panic or pout, I can't even scream because I knew the consequences of trying to sneak out. I'm falling backwards and it's funny how they say your life flashes before your eyes. All I can picture is Santana's face. Her flirtatious gestures and her.........

"Next time you try that again gorgeous, I'm not catching you" she says looking annoyed and i look down. I feel her holding me closely and we walk back in the house. She caught me. Santana endlessly helps me, but why. She grabs my hand because I'm about to tuck it into me for warmth, when I realized I'm cut. I have a huge slice going down my palm and it hurts now that my body has registered it's there.

"How did you know" I mumble not looking at her and she sighs.

"I can smell you" she says and places me on the couch. She sits next to me and for the first time, I notice what she's wearing. I look at her and she still have on shades and a dark hoodie with some sweats. Blaine comes in with a blanket and smiles but keeps quiet.

"You can smell everyone" I mumble while looking at my fingers and I can feel her smirk. I shiver because I'm freezing and instantly start warming up as a blanket is placed on me. Blaine grabs my hand and inspects it.

"I can smell everyone, but you. I've been smelling your scent ever since last week when we made eye contact. You have a distinct smell and the closer I am to you, the stronger it is" she says as I watch my hand and it slowly but surley, seals up like a zip bag. I look at it fascinated and he just smiles at my look towards him.