Author's Note: Much like every other fic I write. This might be a little confusing. Unless you're a brilliant crazy person like me. In which case, I love you and I hope you enjoy the fic. Everything in italics is a flashback. WARNING: I might have made myself an emotional wreck while I was writing this.


Text Quinn: SOS GET TO THE HOSPITAL

It felt like every bit of air was sucked out of her in a swift second. Santana's mind reeling. The only thing she could think of was the possibility of Brittany being hurt.

It broke her.

To the point where she completely disregarded the message Quinn sent and sped off towards Lima Central. Eating up ever single red light that came her way. There was no way she could stop. Not now. Every single second counted.

And they were ticking away rapidly.

"What if I don't get to say bye," she murmured to herself. The tears rolling down her face quickly blurred everything in sight.

She knew that finding parking at the hospital was going to be hell. So Santana ditched her car half a block away and made a run for the hospital. Almost taking down a disgruntled old lady in the process

Santana burst through the double doors of the ER wing of the hospital. Looking around, desperately trying to find a familiar face. And being caught completely off guard when she'd seen the Berry men instead of Brittany's mom. "W-what…" Just then it hit her. Like a slow, painful, stinging, blow to the heart. "Is-is Rachel okay?"

Watching Leroy slowly come undone in front of her was enough of an answer for her to start flipping the fuck out. Santana stormed off to the front desk and started hitting the little bell rapidly. "The fuck is wrong with you people? My girlfriend's hurt and I still have no idea what's happened to her. We're all gay! This could be considered a hate crime!"

"Ma'am, we're going to have to ask you to take a seat or have you removed off the premises," A short brunette who could barely look over the counter motioned back over to the Berry men. "Please take a seat. A doctor will be with you shortly."

"Shortly my ass. This is a hate crime," she grumbled; walking over to the men and taking a seat.

Everything that happened just earlier today playing in her head with excruciating detail.

They'd been doing it again. And Santana was feeling the same as always.

Left out.

Which was completely insane when you think about just how close her and Brittany had been before they'd all gotten together. And now it was just The Unholy Trinity minus 1 and Rachel.

Puck leaned in uncomfortably close to Santana, "What's with the long face, Lesbro?" He nodded his head over to the group of girls that looked like they were having the time of their lives. "Shouldn't you be over there with your-uh…damn I'm still not use to saying it. Still hot though. Very hot."

Santana honestly didn't have the energy to knock Puck down a few notches. "Not in the mood Puckerman."

"What's wrong? A little sexually frustrated? I mean…if that's the case, Puckerone is still open for business."

She closed her eyes and couldn't believe that just a few years ago she would've actually taken him up on the ridiculous offer. But her girls had her slowly turning to mush.

And lesbian sex was pretty much the best kind of sex.

And it scared the crap out of her.

Santana kicked the chair back as she got up and stormed out of the room. Ran off to the only place that no one could find her. Or at least she'd thought so. Apparently she was getting useless in more ways than one.

But she couldn't start thinking like that. Not now. She was Santana fucking Lopez, the meanest bitch to ever walk the halls of McKinley. And there'd never be anyone else like her. Not now, and not ever.

That didn't mean she wasn't still angry.

Rachel was lucky to have even been thrown into the mix. Sure her rants were slightly more tolerable now that they got to makeout a little afterwards. But the fact that Santana was slowly being edged out by the surprisingly hot hobbit was getting to her more than she'd expected.

Ever since Schuester had told them about the time he snuck up to the school's roof. Santana had made it her mission to find a way to get up without being seen. And of course, she broke the surveillance camera and got herself in. It wasn't like the school could afford new ones. They could barely pay for the few clubs that were running. At least not the ones that actually needed to use the school's measly budget.

What she hadn't seen coming were the arms that slowly wrapped around her protectively. Santana took a deep breath, forcing herself to smile and let out a quiet chuckle. "Have you been stealing Puck's cheap cologne again?"

"No?"

Santana rolled her eyes and buried her face into a mess of blonde hair, "You've always been a horrible liar."

Brittany shook her head, completely serious this time, "I didn't, LT has a thing for Puck's cologne."

"Then why do you smell like it?" Santana questioned, eyebrow arched and a smile on her face.

"I couldn't help it…it smells kinda nice."

It was virtually impossible to be in a bad mood around this girl. She was a giant, beaming, ray of light, that somehow managed to make everything around her slightly better. No matter what it was. "Why'd you follow me up here Britt?"

"You kicked your chair over and ran out of the choir room, Rachel's still pretty scared of you, Quinn didn't wanna get yelled at, and you looked sad." Brittany hardly shrugged her shoulders, "I didn't want you to be alone."

Santana pulled herself away from Brittany, "I'm fine. I can't do this right now, B." She got up from her spot on the ground and made a run for the stairs. Leaving a confused Brittany to sit around to wonder if she'd said something wrong.

Half way down the hallway Santana felt and arm on hers, "I told you I can't do this right now-Rachel?" Her demeanor did a full 180, "What do you want?"

"I want to know why Brittany's crying, going on about how she did something wrong. I don't know if you've forgotten but she is our girlfriend, Santana."

Ours. Right. Lately it seemed like Santana wasn't even part of it, "Could've fooled me."

Rachel searched the Latina's face for any kind of explanation, "What the hell is that suppose to mean?"

Santana started to walk out of the large double doors of the building, with her hobbit following close behind. She spun around, her face dangerously close to Rachel's. "It means that our girlfriends are starting to seem a lot more like yours." Santana threw her hands up, "But who fucking care?! I sure don't!"

Being around Rachel now was bound to be disastrous to their relationship, and Santana fucking knew it. But knowing Rachel, this wasn't the end of the argument.

Not by a long shot.

"You wanna know why you're an outsider in your own relationship?! Because you're the meanest bitch to ever walk the halls of McKinley! Quinn tries to avoid you at all costs because you're always in a damn mood. Brittany seems to be the only one that can genuinely put up with you."

Santana's short fuse was getting shorter and shorter the longer Rachel talked, "Brittany doesn't put up with me. She loves me."

Rachel just went on. "I can't talk to you without having you yell at the name calling stopped. And although I'm grateful for that, you treat me like the outsider. Like I'm intruding-"

"Because you are!" That came out a lot harsher than she'd intended. Precisely why she wanted to end the fight earlier. It was too late now. Santana was started and there was nothing stopping her now. Damage control would have to be done later…much later. "If it hadn't been for Q's enormous crush on you and Brittany's obsession with your hideous cat sweaters. You. Wouldn't. Be. Here." The words cut through Rachel like a well sharpened knife. "Hell! If I'd had a choice in the matter, none of us would've even joined that damn glee club. But you know what? I don't regret any of it, because my girls are the happiest I've ever seen them. And when I say that. I don't mean you. You're nothing to me! Honestly, I think you were just some kind of charity case for Q, make the biggest loser feel special her junior year." And there was the blow to Rachel's heart.

The sad puppy look that Rachel was sporting made Santana want to take it all back. She obviously wasn't nothing. Nothing wouldn't have bee able to make her feel like she'd just pushed away the most important nothing of her life. Somewhere deep down, Santana actually felt bad for every single word that she'd said.

But it was buried far too deep.

Underneath piles of self-loathing, anger, and just plain feeling unwanted.

"I hope you get what's coming to you, Santana." Rachel walked away with her head held high. The tears forming in her eyes slowly blurring everything as she ran towards the car in the pouring rain.

Santana just watched her walk away. Letting one of the people she cared most about slip through her grasp. But she only had herself to blame, and she knew it. Pushing people away was definitely her specialty.

The fact that Rachel just walked away, leaving her, only proved Santana's point.

Maybe Rachel didn't belong.

No matter what Santana threw at Quinn and Brittany, they still seemed to stick around in spite of all of it. Of course they had their fall outs every once in a while. Who didn't? But they always came back. Always. It was an inevitability.

"Santana?" The was far away and echoey.

Santana?" Quinn shook the girl; bringing her out of the deep sleep. "How long have you been here?"

The Latina's eyes scanned her surroundings hesitantly. 'Fuck,' she thought. It hadn't been a horrible, sick, twisted, dream. The hospital walls seemed to close down on her. "I-I don't know." The panic quickly set in, "Where's Rachel? Is she okay? She's okay right?" Santana was seconds away from stopping a doctor in mid stride to ask her about Rachel.

Quinn rested her hand on the brunette's shoulder and pushed her back down into her seat, "She's fine, S. Or stable….they won't know how much damage was done until she wakes up so they can run some tests."

Shit.

"What the hell do you mean, wakes up? I-is she asleep? What kind of test? Be a little more fucking specific, Q!" Santana scanned everything around her in frustration, an array of white coats meandering up and the hallway, as if everything were alright and there were no type of urgency. "Fuck! Can someone fucking tell me what's going on with my girlfriend already?!"

Now seemed like a better time than ever to just break down.

But there was no way in hell Santana was going to let that happen. If anything she was going to fuck some people up if they didn't tell her that Rachel was a hundred percent okay.

Until then..

All hell was about to break loose in Lima Central Hospital.