The Assassin

lightning mcqueen

(8:11 AM, Brittany's apartment)

Santana shut her eyes, hoping that this was all the dream. A really, really, really bad fucking dream. She hoped that this girl, with whom she slept with and fucked for at least five hours, was not the girl she was supposed to kill with Blaine.

She gripped the bathroom counter, her knuckles turning white from the pressure. She clenched her jaw and looked back up into the mirror.

Alright, Quinn is just fucking with me. A lot of people look like this blondie. I mean, she's white, and has blonde hair. A lot of people look like her, so Quinn must be wrong. Quinn is wrong. You know, she kind of looks like Britney Spears a little bit. Or even Ke$ha. Yeah, they-

Santana shook her head, trying to sort out her thoughts.

Brittany was different. She was innocent and too good for this world. She deserved a chance at life, but Santana knew that Bosley would never even consider this for a second.

She needed to get out of there.

She looked to her left and saw a small window leading out from the shower. They were only a few stories up so, maybe she could jump? Usually people live from that, right?

She took her phone from her back pocket and texted Quinn, letting her know that she would be heading home soon, considering the circumstances.

Me: heading home soon

Lucy Caboosey: okay, pls lmk when you're heading up to hq

Me: sure thing, be there soon

Santana tucked her phone back into her back pocket, and she sighed as she stepped into the shower. She scanned for a place to hoist herself up, and she found a ledge just by the shower knobs, perfect for her to step onto. Just as she was about the reach for the window sill, there was a knock at the door.

Shit.

Santana cleared her throat and stepped down from the shower. She straightened out her hair and her clothing, making sure she didn't look like she'd just been fucked a couple hours ago. She turned on the sink, and another knock came, but this time, a voice accompanied it.

"Santana? Santana, are you in there? I really need to pee."

"Yeah, sorry. I'll-I'll be out in a minute."

"Okay," Brittany mumbled.

Santana took some soap from the dispenser, and finished washing her hands. She took a deep breath and opened the door knob to a certain blue-eyed beauty. She warmly smiled, knowing that everything about her was so perfect. Even in her duckling pajamas, she was beautiful. Santana took a good look at her up and down before stepping out of the bathroom to give her space to step in.

Brittany smiled at her and stepped inside the bathroom, closing the door on Santana's way out. Santana cleared her throat and walked to the living room, sitting herself down on the couch. She contemplated for a few minutes, wondering whether or not she should just make a run for it, but she thought that would be incredibly rude. She killed people for a living, but she had good one-night-stand etiquette.

She reached down towards the coffee table, and turned on the television, tuning into whatever was on the FOX network. She was getting into a show about a group of high school misfits joining some show choir club, when she heard the toilet flush from the bathroom. A couple seconds later, Brittany walked out into the hallway, headed towards the kitchen.

As she passed by the living room, Santana caught a smile from Brittany, which was enough to bring butterflies to her stomach. She stood up and turned off the television, and she walked towards the kitchen to make conversation with the blonde.