Title: 99 Reasons to Love 1

Pairing: Santana Lopez/Brittany S. Pierce

Genre: Angst/Romance

Summary: Brittany's life is complicated. Her sister died and she has been diagnosed with a disorder. All she wants to be is alone but on the other hand she wants to talk to people, but everyone thinks she is insane. For her therapy, she had to write a book with 99 Reasons why she loved Santana. This is what she does and at Christmas Eve she gets the opportunity to tell all the 99 Reasons to Santana, and all Santana can do is listen.

Brittany S. Pierce was walking around in Lima. It had been snowing all day; she had spent her day outside, walking and thinking. Her parents had been calling her multiple times and every time she told them she was spending the night at a friend's house. After that she turned off her phone and didn't got distracted any longer. It was about seven o'clock when the blond girl was still walking around in Lima. Her legs were hurting and she found a little bench which was covered in snow. She sat down and didn't really bother about the wet snow which was melting around her body. Her head was pounding and she could barely feel her fingers anymore. Her tears were dried up on her face and the blue eyes looked at all the houses around her. They were decorated with lights and Christmas Trees and she could hear the music of Christmas songs coming from the houses. It was Christmas' Eve.

Normally she would have spent the day with her friends or her family but this year she couldn't. She couldn't go home - Her parents and almost everyone else in town was at the local Christmas Celebration. Normally it was her favourite event of the year, but she couldn't go this year. She wasn't able to see the faces of everyone. The stares, the whispers, the questions. The questions were the worst. She had barely survived Thanksgiving.

It was Thanksgiving in Lima. Everyone had been invited by the Pierce and Berry family to have a big Thanksgiving together. They had used the house of the Berry Family and Brittany's parents cooked. Brittany had been late for dinner and she quietly took her place at the large table; everyone was sitting there and she could feel the people staring at her. Her mother, her father, her glee friends. Brittany didn't make eye contact with anyone, she just looked down and stared at her plate. Everyone was enjoying their dinner but Brittany didn't even bother to take a part of their conversations. She quietly ate her turkey and was almost invisible. At least she hoped. She could feel the tension in the air. No one didn't had to say a word about it, because everyone knew. Everyone knew.

''Brittany? Do you want some juice?'' Her mother asked. Brittany looked up with big, teary blue eyes. She shook her head. ''I'm not thirsty.'' She said quietly but she knew everyone heard her. She looked down again to her plate. Her eyes became blurry. ''Shé loved juice.'' She muttered. Everyone looked at Brittany and she couldn't handle it any longer. After she dropped her spoon and knife, she stood up and ran away from the table, leaving the loved ones behind her.

They had found her laying in the snow at the grave yard later. She was in really bad condition and she had been taken her to the hospital. She was fine eventually, but before she was allowed to leave the hospital, the doctors diagnosed her with a neurotic depression. She goes to therapy every single week and it has been killing her. Not the therapy, but her family and her friends. Everyone in the town had found out she was diagnosed and since then everyone has been treating her differently. Her friends, her parents.. She feels like they see her as a freak, as a suicidal girl. She shook her head. She wasn't suicidal. Not yet, at least.

She stood up from the little bench and started walking again. She could barely feel her body anymore but there was still some energy left in her bones to keep on going. The streets were silent and the only sound she could hear was the sound of her snow boots walking on the snow. It didn't take a few minutes before she reached the place she wanted to visit. Lima Cemetery. She opened the gate of the cemetery and quickly walked inside. She used to be frightened of the cemetery, but not until she died. As a kid she never wanted to take a step into this place, now it feels like home.

One time to the left, two times to the right and then the second stone. She remembered it by now. Since the 14th of October, the day of the funeral, she has been visiting here almost every single day. As her head slowly stops pounding, she finally reaches the tomb stone she was looking for. She sighed and sat down in front of the stone. She read the words, written on the stone.

Sofia Emma Pierce

12-08-1996 - 09-10-12

-The Most Perfect Sister You Could Wish For

''Hey Sofia.'' Brittany smiled and it felt like Sofia was actually with her. ''Today was the local Christmas Celebration, you know? The one you loved so much? You remember last year when we bought those matching earrings? You bought the green ones and I bought the red ones.'' Brittany sobbed a little. ''We promised each other to wear them every single day until they would break. I'm wearing them now, and so are you.'' She remembered yelling at her parents that Sofia couldn't be buried without those earrings. She shakes her head, trying to forget that moment. ''We walked together around town and you learned me how to braid my hair.'' She smiled and she can still feel her sister braiding her hair. In the beginning it hard hurt a little because her sister almost pulled her hair out, but after that she got used to it. ''My hair is now also braided, you see? I've tried to do it myself, but I can't do it as good as you can.'' She chuckled. ''I am wearing the red dress you thought I should wear for Christmas. You remember when I couldn't decide between this dress and the blue one with the sparkles? You told me the red made me more mature and more confident and that red symbolizes almost every emotion in our hearts.''

Brittany grabbed her bag. ''I drew you something.'' She took out the drawing and folded it together. She put the drawing underneath a plant so it wouldn't go away by the wind. It was a drawing of Sofia and her by the Christmas Tree. ''I wished I could hold your hand, I wish you could tell me what you think of the drawing.'' Her tears dropped down her face and she sobbed for a little while. ''I hope you have a nice Christmas, Sofia.''

Brittany sat there for a while in the silent cemetery. Her body was frozen and she closed her eyes to focus on keeping herself warm. She had been out for hours and she couldn't get warm anymore. She wanted to get up and go home but her body couldn't move anymore. Suddenly she felt something hot around her, holding her. A person. She could smell the shampoo made of strawberries and tried to open her eyes. When she saw who was there, she was in shock.

''Britt, it's me. It's going to be okay.'' Santana's words whispered and that was all Brittany needed.

So that's it. Want me to continue or not?