Revelation
The weight of everything that had happened was starting to settle in, and the realisation that something far more sinister than stress or bad luck was at play began to creep into Brittany’s thoughts. For weeks, they had tried to make sense of the inexplicable, the violent urges, the uncontrollable moments of rage, but it wasn’t until Brittany found herself rifling through Santana’s library that the pieces started to fall into place.
The books were old, dusty, filled with faded pages and cryptic symbols, the kind of books most people would never even think to open. But Brittany, ever the curious one, had been drawn to them ever since she first set foot in Santana’s apartment. There was something undeniably intriguing about them, something that made her feel like they held secrets; secrets that Santana had kept hidden, even from herself.
As Brittany turned the pages of one particularly ancient-looking tome, a word caught her eye; curse. Her heart skipped a beat, and her eyes traced the letters, her fingers trembling as she read.
The book spoke of curses, of dark magic that had been woven by deities long forgotten, gods whose jealousy knew no bounds. It spoke of the terrible price paid by lovers who were fated to fall for one another, only to be torn apart by the very forces that had brought them together.
Brittany’s mind reeled. Her grandmother had often told her stories about old gods and the myths of their power. But there had always been a sense of disbelief in those stories; children’s tales meant to keep them entertained, or perhaps to warn them about the dangers of falling in love too easily.
But this? This was something else entirely. The stories were real.
Brittany’s breath caught in her throat as she read further. There it was. The curse. The one that would haunt Santana and her, an irreversible, inescapable fate. A curse that would force one of them to kill the other. A god, cloaked in the form of an old woman, had cursed them out of jealousy, unable to bear the thought of true love blossoming without consequence.
It was then that everything clicked. All the strange, inexplicable moments, the violent urges, the feelings of control slipping away, were not just random events. They were part of something bigger, something that neither of them had any control over. The love they shared, as strong and pure as it was, had triggered something far darker than either of them could have imagined.
Brittany sat back, the weight of the book pressing heavily in her hands. Her head spun as she tried to piece together what she had just learned. She had always known that there was something deeper between her and Santana. Their bond was undeniable, something that felt fated, but now she could see it; their love wasn’t just a beautiful thing. It was a curse.
Santana’s grandmother. The woman who had always given Brittany the cold shoulder, who had never truly accepted her. It made sense now, she had always known something that Brittany hadn’t. She had always kept a distance, had always loudly disapproved of their relationship. But why? What was her reasoning? What had she known that none of them had realised?
And as the pieces continued to fall into place, Brittany felt a chill run down her spine. This curse, it wasn’t something that could be undone. It was a fate they were both doomed to suffer. They had no control over it. They were fated to love each other, yes. But they were also fated to destroy each other.
Brittany couldn’t breathe. She had to find Santana. She had to tell her, to explain everything, even though part of her feared it would push Santana further away. But there was no other choice. They had to face this together, or they would lose everything.
When Brittany arrived at Santana’s apartment, she found her pacing in the living room, her hands pressed to her temples as if trying to hold the storm inside her head at bay. Santana didn’t look up when Brittany entered, too lost in her thoughts, too consumed by the chaos swirling inside her mind.
“Santana,” Brittany said softly, her voice trembling. Santana froze, her shoulders stiffening as if expecting the worst. She didn’t turn to face Brittany, didn’t acknowledge her presence, but Brittany could feel the weight of the tension between them. It was suffocating.
“What’s happening to me?” Santana asked, her voice small, fragile. “I can’t... I can’t control it anymore, Brit. It’s like it’s taking over, and I don’t know how much longer I can keep it together.”
Brittany took a step forward, her heart aching for the girl she loved, who was slipping away from her more and more each day. She opened her mouth to speak, to tell Santana everything, but the words caught in her throat. How could she say this? How could she explain that they were both caught in a curse, a supernatural force neither of them had asked for or deserved?
Taking a deep breath, Brittany sat beside Santana, placing the old book in front of them. She didn’t have the words yet, but she couldn’t keep it hidden anymore. Santana had to know the truth.
Santana glanced down at the book, her expression unreadable, before she turned to face Brittany. “What is this?” she asked, the fear in her eyes making Brittany’s heart shatter.
Brittany opened the book to the page she had read, showing Santana the faded text. As Santana scanned the pages, the horror on her face deepened. She reached out, her hands trembling, touching the words as though they were a revelation she had feared to know.
“It’s... it’s real?” Santana whispered, her voice cracking as her eyes darted between Brittany and the book. “You’re telling me... this is what’s been happening? The urges, the rage... it’s because of this?”
Brittany nodded slowly. “We’re cursed, Santana. Your abuela... she knew. She knew what would happen if we fell in love. She cursed us. This is why you’ve been feeling this way. This is why we can’t control it anymore. It’s not us, it’s the curse.”
Santana’s face drained of colour, her entire body shaking as the truth sank in. “We... we’re going to have to kill each other, aren’t we?” she whispered, her voice barely audible.
Brittany didn’t answer. She couldn’t. Because deep down, she feared that Santana was right. They were cursed. And no matter how much they fought it, no matter how much they loved each other, there would be no escaping the fate that had been sealed long ago.