Roadtrip To Vegas, But Underway We Opened the Pot - High - God Damnit - Fuck

Chapter 1

"You keep saying that."

"Yeah, well I'm gonna say it again. I love you Santana."

"It's not going to change anything," Santana says, looking down as her feet halt in the dirt.

"I LOVE YOU!" Santana screams, startling another family in the park.

...

"See? It doesn't matter how loud I say it, or how many times I say it."

"I know," Brittany sighs, "It seems like we don't have control over anything."

"What do you mean? The distance, or the strain, or?"

"Both. Plus I can't even stop my heart from beating."

"Britt, if your heart stopped beating you wo-"

"It just beats and beats and I swear it's just beating the syllables of your name over and over," Brittany says looking down. "My heart has a one track mind."

Santana chokes back something between a laugh and a cry, too quiet for Brittany to notice. "What time is it?" she says, getting up from her swing and taking a couple of steps toward Brittany's car in the parking lot.

"Either it's still noon or my watch has died," Brittany watches Santana move away from her, trying to keep her thoughts in check. It is taking everything in her power not to grab Santana and pull her into a hug tight enough for her eyes to pop out. "Why, are you in a hurry?"

Santana finally stops when she realizes she is pacing the small playground. "Well it must have because you said that two hours ago, when we were at The Bean." Sensing how she might be coming across, "I'm not in a hurry...I just-"

"You know this whole 'unofficial breakup' thing is really confusing for me Santana." Brittany leaves the set of swings and pauses next to the brunette before reaching in for her keys.

"It's hard for me too, Britt-"

"I think we need to lie down some rules," Brittany deadpans as she mashes the unlock button on her car remote.

Santana turns to face the blonde, trying not to let out even the slightest chuckle, as she can see the seriousness creeping across Brittany's face. "...You mean lay-"

"No!" Brittany drops her hands to her side, a unicorn head now swinging back and forth, dangling from her key chain. "We can't do that anymore Santana! Not when we're unofficial..."

"Why not?"

Brittany gives her a look and she steps back.

"Jokes," raising her hands in the air apologetically, "let's lie down some rules, okay? But like in your car so I can check the time from your dashboard."

They settle into Brittany's deep blue Jeep Wrangler as she lets the roof down. Santana checks the time and quickly slumps back into her seat.

"Damn time flies!"

Brittany winces at the thought of being without her again but, before finishing it, she remembers her plastic bag of cookies in the back seat.

"What's this?" Santana looks on in confusion. "Do these rules involve unlimited cookies, 'cause I'm up for that. How many do you have in there!?"

"No, these aren't a part of the rules, but I wanted to try them with you."

Santana eyes the odd snacks. "They're shaped like-"

"Unicorns. They're called The Unicorn's Snatch." Brittany hands one large cookie to Santana who, reluctantly, places it in the palm of her hand eying the size.

"You made these?"

"Yeah," Brittany beams, "and with a special plant! It took me like two whole years to grow it in my backyard-"

"Que? You grew what where!?" Santana freezes on Brittany with a worried expression.

"I found the recipe online!" Brittany's excitement unwavering. "Puck gave me the stuff to grow it the summer after sophomore year."

...

"They're just cookies Santana, try it."

"They're not just cookies Brittany, and I'm not going to try it unless you tell me what the hell is going to happen to me."

Brittany's excitement dials down but she keeps her smile. "I forget the plant name but it's from the internet, so it's totally safe."

...

"Have you tried it before today?"

"Nope, I wanted to share it with you," Brittany tilts her cookie so the head of the unicorn pokes into Santana's arm. "I bet they're delicious."

"Didn't your parents see this plant-"

"Yeah, but I just told them that I got it from my agriculture class-"

Santana rolls her eyes, "Britt-"

"I think Lord Tubbington's been stealing some of it though," Brittany drops her smile, "every time I call his name he stands up, and just falls back down on his backside."

"Or maybe he is just fat," Santana shrugs.

"No."

"Yes Britt, you need to accept it, I'm ready when you are to hold an intervention."

Brittany turns to her window and looks genuinely concerned for Lord Tubbington as Santana looks on. "Brittany."

"Yeah?" she says, still looking away.

"I'll try one of your Unicorn Snatchers...you are not going to drive though...we'll just chill here...and like wait 'till it wears off or something." Santana reaches down and maneuvers her seat to lean further back.

"They're called The Unicorn's Snatch." Brittany turns to Santana and smiles, mimicking her seat placement, and propping her feet on the steering wheel.

"So," Santana says nervously as she takes a small bite. "About these rules that you wanted to lie down..."

Brittany takes a much bigger bite. "Yummmm...o um...ya teh rules," she tries to say, content with the way her baking came out. "...I think we, I mean, we were talking about control and I think that we might be able to reach it in some way. But we'll have to limit some of the things we do and say."

"What?" Santana continues to work on her snack, a little behind Brittany in size. "Weren't you the one who just was saying 'I love you' every five seconds, for the ENTIRE time we've been at the park, you only just stopped like ten minutes ago Britt..."

"Starting now."

"What? ...no, we can't just swipe that off the table." Santana's brow furrows slowly, a little too slow. "...We can't just swipe that off the table."

"You just said that," Brittany mumbles, taking the last bite of her cookie, which was the tip of the unicorn.

"We can't just swipe that off the table-"

Brittany laughs, louder than she was expecting to. "-San," She reaches over to the plastic bag. "You want another one?"

"Uh...yeah." Santana takes another and basically eats half of it one bite.

Brittany continues to laugh in the driver's seat and grabs one for herself. "Ofcourse we can still say 'I love you' to each other, but like, maybe just as hello's and goodbye's...just leaving it out in between." She turns and leans over to gently wipe the crumbs left on Santana's face, halting when another rule suddenly hits her. "No touching," she says, looking back down to her cookie.

Santana's mouth is agape covered in nothing but crumbs. "What!?" Her eyes begin to sting as she gets a bit of it in her eye, she drops her snack and brings her hands up to her face. Brittany thinks she is about to cry.

"It's okay San, maybe...maybe we can still touch each other...but like designate which areas, right? We can make like no-no squares and no-no triangles." She reaches over to pull away Santana's wrists from her face, "San-"

"Ugh, no it's fine Britt," squirming and blinking before grabbing Brittany's hands in hers, "I just had something in my eye," she blinks again, "the rules are okay...I just hate this. I hate this whole thing."

"Me too."

"We don't have to talk about this now."

"Don't we? It will never get sorted out." Brittany shifts in her seat still holding onto the brunette's hands. "With you coming back in a week, for Christmas break, I just...I don't trust us Santana."

"Do you feel anything? ...Do you feel any different?"

"What?"

"From the plant, or whatever you baked into this cookie," Santana pulls away from Brittany and reaches up to the drop down mirror above her head. "Maybe we should head back, we should have been high by now right? I don't feel anything." She wipes the crumbs away from her mouth and closes the mirror.

"Um, yeah I just feel like I had a good snack to be honest," the blonde says as she maneuvers her seat back into a driving position. "My house or yours?"

...

"You just said you didn't trust us," Santana grins from the passenger seat.

Brittany chuckles lightly, "I'll drop you off then-"

"Maybe we can watch a movie at mine."

"Don't say that," Brittany shudders.

"Say what?" The brunette looks genuinely confused.

"Don't say the word 'mine' it makes me uncomfortable. I'm still traumatized by that song you sang to me in the choir room." The blonde puts some weight on the brake pedal beneath her as she puts the car in reverse.

Santana looks over to Brittany but then turns to stare out of her window, not knowing what to say.

"I'm just kiddi-," Brittany starts to say as she backs out of the parking lot, but before she can finish they both hear a loud blow from the back of the Jeep. They seemed to have hit something big as they both feel the pulse from the crash.

Brittany quickly puts the Jeep back into park.

...

"God I hope that wasn't a child..." Brittany says giving Santana a worried look. "Maybe something fell out of the back."

"But it sounds like we hit something."

"Don't move Santana, I'll be right back."

The blonde takes her long locks and wraps them together into a quick and messy bun. She moves around to back of the car and bends down to see what she might have hit.

"Holy shit."

Without another look she quickly makes her way back into the driver's seat.

"What was it?"

"Oh, it's fine, it was just your suitcase I guess it fell out when-"

"Brittany, we left my suitcase in my room." Santana emphasizes the word room and worriedly looks over at Brittany who, wide-eyed, isn't moving as she is staring at her hands on the steering wheel. The Latina hurriedly gets out of the Jeep and cautiously makes her way to the back.

"Holy shit."

:For those who have just turned 16 in MonkeyRats years ;)