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Three weeks later found Santana reading aloud to Rachel. Every day she went to see her in the hospital and every day she read to her. She'd taken Rachel's top three books and set out to hopefully never see the second chapter of the first book. She'd, unfortunately, completed the first two and was close to finishing the third.

Santana paused in her reading and closed her eyes. Ever since that day she'd heard Rachel's screams on an almost endless loop that haunted her anywhere and everywhere. A tear streaked down her face as Rachel's bruised and broken body floated through her mind. After she'd called 911 she'd been the first one to get there and see how horrible Rachel looked.

Santana sighed and leaned forward to grab Rachel's hand. "I love you Rachel. Please come back to me." Santana sighed again, Rachel had been progressing but Santana had trouble finding the patience. She just wanted her Rachel back.

"Karofsky's trial is coming up soon. I think it's next month. We're really hoping you'll be up for it, but I know he'll get what's coming to him. God, I miss you." Santana said as she gently caressed the fragile looking girl's cheek.

Santana looked up as the door to Rachel's room was opened and smiled slightly at Riley. "Hey."

Riley smiled back and took a seat on the other side of Rachel's bed. She'd been particularly devastated when she heard about what happened to Rachel. She'd been looking forward to getting to know her sister and doing sisterly things but she didn't even get the chance to hug her twin. "Hey, any progress?"

Santana sighed for the umpteenth time. "Some. She squeezes my hand sometimes and she'll turn towards people on occasion. The doctor said it's a really good sign. She's coming out of the coma, but I'm just so tired of waiting."

Riley nodded her head sadly. "I know San. I just wish we'd had more time together. One day she was here and the next she was gone."

Santana nodded her understanding. "I know. God, I miss her. I feel like a wimp for saying it but I need her, she's sort of my everything."

Riley smiled softly as she took Rachel's other hand. "I get it. I don't know what I'd do if something happened to Anna."

Santana hummed in response and replaced the bookmark in her book and placed it on the table next to her. "How's your mom holding up?"

"She's pretty destroyed. She only just started giving vocal lessons again. She'll be here soon actually. What about Rachel's dads? How are they?"

"As to be expected. They think it's their fault because they were arguing right before Rachel left and that because of that Rachel decided to walk. They sort of threw themselves into their work." Santana shrugged, that's just how men were.

Riley sighed. "Figures. How about you though? How are you holding up?"

Santana sat back in her seat as she tried to hold back her tears. "Like I said, she's everything to me. I just want her back. I need her to be with me forever and she can't do that if she's like this. Fuck, you have no idea how much I'd like to just murder Karofsky. I should've fucking hunted him down when I had the chance."

"It's really beautiful, how much you love her, and I can't blame her for loving you. You're a pretty good kisser." Riley said with a pathetic excuse of a smile. "That bastard better get what he deserves that's for damn sure."

Santana nodded her head in agreement. "Sorry about that by the way but, getting locked up and butt humped by a few guys in the showers isn't what he deserves. He'd like that too much." Santana grumbled.

Riley leaned forward in her seat to stare Santana in the eyes. "I know I don't know her very well but from what you've told me, she'll be back. Do you think, for one second, that she would let Broadway pass her by because some stupid ass gay bashing that went way too damn far?"

Santana chuckled as tears slipped down her cheeks. "Hell no. This girl wouldn't let anything pass her by. She's probably dreaming she won a Tony or something."

Riley smiled. "I wish mom would've told me about her. I would've tried to find her when I got old enough. I would've protected her. Maybe I should've gone with her to talk to her dads."

"It's not your fault Riley. I knew Karofsky was harassing her. I shouldn't have let her go anywhere alone. I'm her girlfriend. I should've been there." Santana angrily wiped away the tears streaking down her face. She needed to be strong. She didn't want Rachel to wake up to see her being an emotional mess.

"We can't keep blaming ourselves. There's a lot everyone could do and if we all blame ourselves then we'll all be lost in self-hatred and no one will be there for Rachel when she wakes up." Riley offered.

Santana sighed. "It's easier said than done."

Everything fell silent as the two girls contemplated everything. Santana was incredibly depressed. She should've done something. She didn't know what exactly she could've done but she should've done something.

Rachel was her girl. The girl she wanted to spend the rest of her life with. She didn't know what to do. She wanted her girl back but she'd tried everything. She sang to her, she read to her, she kissed her, and she surrounded her with her favorite scents. She'd done everything but she still wouldn't wake up.

On the other hand, Riley couldn't help but dwell on how she hadn't even given her a hug or how she should've insisted on going to speak to her fathers with her. She'd always felt this incompleteness. She never knew quite what it was but now that she knew she didn't want to have to give it up.

She'd always seen sadness in her mother's eyes but she never knew what it was. She tried asking once but Shelby had just said she'd tell her when she got older but she obviously never did. She didn't want to lose her chance to have a sister.

Both girls looked up when the door slowly opened to reveal Quinn wielding a bouquet of yellow roses. "I saw the flower cart on the way up here and saved the poor girl a trip here."

Santana smiled and accepted the fresh flowers to put in the vase next to Rachel's bed. She'd been ordering flowers every few days just in case Rachel woke up. She didn't want her girl to see dead flowers. "Thanks Q."

"You're welcome S. So, when are we doing this?" Quinn asked as she bounced on the balls of her feet.

After a week and a half of Santana being depressed and weepy she finally realized that she wanted to be with Rachel forever so she enlisted the help of Quinn and Riley and every day after that they sang a different song to the healing girl. They weren't just any song though. They were very well thought out proposal songs that Santana thought Rachel would love if she were awake.

"Stop being such a dork Q." Santana grumbled. Ever since she'd mentioned it to Quinn she never heard the end of her sappiness.

"Hey, you're the one that wants to marry the midget. Besides, I just want you guys to be happy. Also, I really want Rach to wake up so I can see the ring since you refuse to show anyone." Quinn teased.

Just as Santana was about to fire something back at her blonde friend the door opened again to reveal the Berry men and Santana jumped up immediately to embrace each one of them. "I hope you don't mind but we were just about to sing to Rach but then we'll let you have your time with her. Is that alright?"

Rachel daddy smiled sadly at the Latina. "Of course it's okay. We'll just be over here out of your way."

Santana smiled and went to the opposite side of the bed where Riley was sitting and took Rachel's other hand into hers and began to sing the song she'd previously and carefully selected.

Santana sang softly as her voice trembled with emotion. She wanted Rachel to wake up so badly so she let it be heard. She never thought she'd fall in love with Rachel Berry but once she did, there was no turning back. She'd love her until the day she died and even though Rachel had claimed to know that she actually did love her she still wanted to make damn sure she knew.

As the last line of Ne-Yo's Let Me Love You rang out through the room Santana slipped down to her knees as tears streamed down her face. She needed her girl. It didn't surprise her that she'd broken down, she usually did, but what did surprise her was the trembling and shaky hand running its fingers through her hair and the gravelly voice that said, "I fucking love you too."