Quinn stood there in her living room, fighting back the tears already in her eyes. This couldn't be happening. This wasn't how things were supposed to end. They were supposed to be happy and be together forever. Not her standing there in her girlfriends house waiting to surprise her, only to hear that her girl had been hit by a car. She sat down on the floor, hand going to her face. "She's gone?"

"Yes ma'am." The officer frowned deeply.

"Leave." She waited till he had before grabbing her bag. If Santana wasn't there what good was living? What good was being home at all. She made her way back to base, prepared to take up the offer she was given before leaving.

3 years later. Three long years since Santana had been killed. Quinn hadn't been home since, going from battlefield to battlefield. She had gotten more medals than she cared to count, all going on about her bravery. But it wasn't her dedication to her team that made her run into every combat zone, it was Santana.

So when a bullet finally found it's way into her heart she couldn't help but grin. This was it. This was her one way ticket back to wherever Santana was. Heaven or hell or maybe even just a field. Whatever the case this was it. She heard her team run up and start to carry her away, shocked at the grin on her face. She took in a deep breath, the pain nothing compared to what she had felt the day they told her Santana was dead. She looked over at her first man. "I'm going home. Bury me next to my girl ok?" She coughed while he nodded. "You've been good. But I have a date with a latino. I'm 3 years late." Quinn swore she heard Santana sing softly into her ear as breathing grew more and more painful. "Thanks boys."

And with that Quinn Fabray was no more, they would say that she fought bravely, and was finally where she wanted to be, right next to Santana. Always.