Santana stomped her way to the car, following Brittany, who was sitting in the passenger seat already, arms folded across her chest. She slammed the car door, then turned to the girl sitting next to her. Brittany jumped a little bit but looked right out the window, trying not to look at her.
The Latina let out a harsh sigh then started the car, pulling out of the driveway, heading across town to go home.
"You promised that you weren't going to get drunk Britt.. You-." She let out another sigh, her tone sad. "You do this every time we go somewhere." She looked at the blonde sitting next to her for a second then looked back at the road.
Brittany let out an angry sigh. "I'm not even that drunk. Maybe a little buzzed but thats it. I don't see what the problem is, I'm not a child. I just wanted to have fun." She continued to look out the window.
"Thats all you ever do for fun now. You just get drunk and dance with other people, you never even pay any attention to me anymore, not even when we're home." A few tears fall from her face but she wipes them away with the back of her hand.
"Well maybe you should drink too Santana, you need to loosen up a little bit." She side eyes the brunette in the drivers seat, who shot her a glare.
"You know I can't drink anymore Brittany. Ever." She was starting to sound angry, she didn't let anymore tears fall from her eyes. "I know you want to have fun, but being drunk all the time is stupid. You could do other things, for example maybe spend more time with your girlfriend." She practically yelled the words.
They were still a few miles from the house, when they finally hit a red light. Santana turned in her seat to look at Brittany. "Britt, I just- Ever since you started hanging out with that guy from the studio, you've been acting like this… Getting drunk all the time, wanting to go out to parties.." She looks at her with tears in her eyes again.
"What am I not allowed to have friends now?" The blonde turned, her eyes full of rage.
"Thats not what I'm saying Britt.. I just miss you, and I-I.." She is at a loss for words, not wanting to ask the one question she must, even though she doesn't want to know the answer. "Brittany… A-are you.." Before she finished her sentence the blonde cut in.
"Don't you even dare finish that sentence because I know what you're going to say. I can't even believe you would think about that." Brittany turned and faced the window and the light turned green. "You know what Santana, Fuck you and don't talk to me for the rest of the ride home."
The Latina couldn't believe what she was hearing, she felt like crying her eyes out right there but the light was green and she had to drive the rest of the way home. She nodded to herself, wiped away the tears and continued on driving. A few blocks down there was another stop light. She looked over at the blonde in the passenger seat who still refused to look at her.
"I'm sorry. I love you Brittany." She said it in the smallest voice, she wasn't sure that the girl heard her.
"Fuck off." And that was all she said to her.
The light had turned green and Santana started to cross the road, eyes focused in front of her. Brittany turned to look at the girl, but instead looked out the window, her eyes widened. "SANTANA!"
The brunette quickly looked at the girl then followed her gaze. Before they knew it, Crash.
Pedestrians ran to the scene and called 911, telling an ambulance to hurry.
Brittany opened her eyes slightly, not remembering what had just happened. She couldn't move, but when she tried, shooting pains ran through her entire body. A few tears shed from her eyes and stung the cuts made from the windshield glass.
Santana had her face to the steering wheel, unmoving, barely breathing. Brittany tried her hardest to turn her head to the Brunette.
"San..?" She croaked out. "Santana, baby?" There was no response.
Ambulance sirens started to become louder and louder. The paramedics ran over to their car, yelling to see if anyone is alive. One paramedic makes their way over to Brittany's side.
"Ms? Can you hear me? Can you move at all?" He said in a somewhat calm voice.
Brittany opened her eyes again. "I-I'm..I.." She can barely speak.
The paramedics work on getting Santana out first, getting her into the ambulance quickly. Brittany calls out her name with all of her energy. "Santana.. San.."
"Ms. you're going to have to stay calm so we can help you." They finally get her out of the wrecked car and into an ambulance. The ambulance heads towards the hospital, sirens screaming.