Alright, so I decided to start this because I really like the idea and my other story isn't doing too well. I'm going to make this one a way more quality fic and like really think it through! I may take a week to update but chapters will get longer. Enjoy! T for language and alcohol, may become M in future chapters!

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"There are two things that one must get used to or one will find life unendurable: the damages of time and injustices of men."- Chamfort

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Radiant white snow crystals fluently swayed down the winter's night sky as rhythmic beats pulsed faintly through the desolate streets, blaring out from the Puckerman's house. Snow is a very rare occurrence in Ohio, though this year it came heavily and freezing without any warnings. McKinley High had been closed this week due to these harsh conditions and so partying became a vital importance to it's freed students. It was still Sunday and the night remains young, leaving the raging party within the Puckerman's walls progressing by the moment.

Senior year hasn't been too kind to Santana so far. She couldn't conjure up the courage to come out to her parents, knowing all too well how lethally they would react upon it, and so Brittany refused to be with her. They scarcely talked as friends over the summer and during the first marking period. Even as they stare at each other through the crowd of drunk dancers passing by, it is solemn and heart breaking.

After Santana couldn't bore into those gorgeous blue eyes anymore, she turned away and hurried herself over to where the alcohol has been messily laid out on the kitchen table. At least Brittany couldn't get her here, she already knew the girl wouldn't follow her. The possibility of an alcohol problem didn't cross Santana's mind as she chugged down the drinks forcefully, one after another. She knew by the time her sight began to blur she had done her job well.

"Santana!"

She cringed at the full use of her name from those lips. Before she could plot an escape, Brittany had roughly gripped her forearms and spun her around. Now face to face and too close for comfort, they breathed one anothers air and simply gazed in awe at the proximity of their faces. Brittany's nose scrunched as the stinging odor of alcohol hit her. She felt a small defeat come over her.

"You know I don't like it when you drink, San," her tone became soft and laced with guilt.

Looking beggingly into Santana's deep, molten, dark chocolate eyes, she couldn't help but feel a wash of shame weighing down on her. Santana was only drinking because she wouldn't be with her; she could hardly even look at her anymore.

"Why should I care about your feelings," the Latina began, more harshly than she had previously intended. "When you don't care about mine."

Brittany nearly flinched at the girl's words; the pain of hearing them spat out almost physically striking. Santana's face grew grim as she frowned up to Brittany with a flushed face. Tension continued rising in the small gap between them as both girls couldn't help but notice how stunning the other looked tonight.

"You know how much I care about you," the blonde murmured, trailing her hands down to entwine her pale fingers with tan ones.

Santana felt the pads of Brittany's thumbs soothe her palms with a light massage. Her gaze fell to their locked hands, eyelids becoming heavy with need. As the alcohol began to kick in, tears rimmed and glossed her somber eyes.

"No, Brittany," she looked back up into those blue eyes. "I don't anymore. I thought I used to, but what do I know. You left me for a damn cripple last year..."

Santana trailed off lowly, averting her eyes to the shut door of the kitchen to make sure of no intruders. Brittany caught this and was sure of Santana's intentions. She squinted her blue eyes with an offensive look, parting her lips to gape at Santana with disbelief.

"You've got to be joking," Brittany stated, clearly offended. "Even after all this, you're still scared if anyone would walk in just to, like, get a drink or something? They wouldn't be so shocked to see us fighting and you drinking again, cause that is all we do now!"

As she finished, she drew her words out and slammed her palms together with each to make herself crystal clear with her ex-best friend. Santana sunk away a little when she saw how Brittany began to power herself, energy fueling with visible pain and confliction.

"Whatever, don't worry about it," the blonde began, never seeming so sure of herself before. "I came here to dance and forget about you. I don't care if you're here or not- I don't even know you anymore!"

Brittany strongly held her head up as she began to stride gracefully for the door. She stopped dead in front of the pivotal wooden panel when she figured Santana wouldn't run after her. Sore hurt contorted her angelic features, hands twisting into tight fist shaking at her sides as tears pooled in her deepening eyes. She spun herself around with an incredibly determined fire and marched right into Santana until she had her against the sink. Trapping the smaller girl with her toned arms on either side of her body, she slowly leaned forward and spoke into her ear delicately.

"My Santana would fight for me. She wouldn't let me walk away. She wouldn't drink. She would hold me through this cold storm. She would sing to me. But she. Wouldn't. Let. Me. Walk. Away."

Leaving Santana with that, Brittany stormed out the door and loudly slammed it shut behind her. Santana shivered when the loud bang rang into her ears and wrapped her arms around herself. She internally repeated to herself that Brittany doesn't and wouldn't understand, before she picked up more drinks. The drinks continued on for awhile, slowly draining her health and brain cells until it got to the point when everything around her spun in blurry colors.

"I fucking love parties!" Santana cried out, intoxicated beyond belief as she bursts out from the kitchen door.

Puck spun around in the crowd, a wicked grin stretching his face as he managed and twisted through the heavily dancing bodies to Santana. He could already smell the alcohol in her breath.

"Santana, looks like someone has been drinking," he chuckled with a sly wink. "Problems with Brittany again?"

Santana shot him an annoyed look before rolling her eyes obnoxiously. She nodded her head, nonetheless.

"Well, just don't do anything dumb, okay?" He asked, raising his brows while playing with his beer.

"You're not my dad," Santana instantly scoffed, brushing past him.

He looked down and sighed before shrugging his shoulders. Internally, he told himself that if anything, he tried. When he saw that a near jock had his eye on her, he automatically walked up to him and roughly shoved him.

"Hey, watch it buddy!" He growled, pushing the jock's chest out so he got the guy's full attention.

He looked at Puck with a pissed off and questioning face.

"What the hell, man? I still never tapped that ass," he grinned to himself confidently, looking off at Santana dancing intoxicated with other guys.

Brittany watched the Latina from the worn couch, sitting with tightly crossed arms. She got up and walked off to sit outside for a little fresh air. Puck shoved the persistent bastard again, this time with much more force.

"What the fuck is your problem!" He roared, fully pissed at Puck.

"What is your problem! Lay off Santana!"

"Fuck you! I'll do what I want!"

"This is my fucking house and I will deck your sorry ass if you don't lay the fuck. OFF!"

The jock clenched his fists, but his shoulders eventually shrugged down.

"Whatever, fuck you," he hissed, walking away with some other drunk girl.

Puck smiled proudly to himself before turning to walk outside. The party seemed to only increase, but he made his way through the crowd. He slowly opened the door and peered out for the lost blonde. Brittany sat on a lone swing in his small yard, looking down as she kicked the shining snow below her heels. He walked over to her casually and took a seat next to her.

"Hey, Brittany," he offered a small smile, but the blonde didn't turn to see it. "Uhh, how are you feeling?"

She remained in silence and ignored him, watching her breaths leave in mists. He sighed and nudged her lightly, hoping for some conference.

"I love Santana."

Puck's eyes widened at Brittany's sudden and blunt statement. He nodded off his head before ending up with a howling laughter. Brittany turned to him with an odd look on her face.

"What!" She growled, cranking her fists tighter on the swing.

Puck held up his hand to indicate he needed to catch his breath. He took one last deep inhale before swinging his head to look back at Brittany.

"Bout time you admit it," he smiled professionally with his Puckerman charm.

Brittany frowned at him before looking back to the snow. Her shoulders slacked down with her grip.

"She won't let me hold her hand in front of other people," Brittany began lowly. " I think she stopped fighting for me..."

Puck suddenly stood off his swing and glared down at the blonde. She looked back up to him weakly and innocently. He leaned down with an intense frown.

"Don't be such a pussy! Listen, Brittany," Puck began to explain, pacing around with his extreme explanation. "I've known you and Santana both for, what, my whole life? But, let's see here. Santana always slept with guys to look straight, but it left her disgusted. And she always loved you. I remember her mauling me when we were little cause I called you stupid. Sorry, by the way. But, last year, you went out with Artie. That's all I know, except when you guys sang 'Landslide'. Nice, by the way. And it just seems like she's been the one always fighting for you. And, maybe now you have to fight for her."

Brittany sat and simply absorbed Puck's words. Then it hit her, he was right. She had fought for Santana before, but she hardly tried. Santana bared her feelings to her times before and she only tried to make her jealous before leaving her for Artie. She never felt so stupid, actually, and got up off the swing.

"You're so right!" She smiled with a new confidence.

Puck grinned back at her and patted her shoulders. He loves Brittany like a sister, also Santana, so he knew he actually did the right thing in his life this time.

"Go get her, tiger," he softly ordered before she burst off.

He smiled, watching one of his closest friends going off to accomplish something that would change their life forever. Brittany sprinted at top speed, full with giddiness and clarity. Nothing could stop her from Santana now.

She burst through the doors of the party and shoved her way into the pulsating crowd. She searched and searched, but Santana never caught her eye. Brittany began to panic as the party spun around her and the Latina was nowhere in sight. Her breath hitched when she got an idea of where the girl might be. She prayed that she wasn't right.

Carefully, she made her way up the stairs and cautiously looked down the hallway. Her steps creaked loudly into her ears as she peered around at the doors. She finally caught a sound and cautiously leaned into the door, listening carefully.

"Whoa! Did you see that shit!"

"No, you're just wasted."

"Nuh-uh, you're just fucking ugly."

"Fuck, Santana, your shorts are so fucking tight! Help me get them off already!"

Brittany thrashed the door open, letting it fly into the wall and leave a small dent. A random jock was on top of an almost passed out Santana laying on Puck's bed. He turned, shocked at first, before slyly smirking. Brittany's heart dropped.

"You wanna join, babe?"

"GET THE FUCK OUT!" Brittany roared, pointed at the door as tears rimmed her eyes.

He got up from the bed slowly, his hands held high as he made his way out of the room. Puck sprang out from beside Brittany and pounced into him. The jock's head slammed into the hardwood floor as Puck constantly punched his face until blood spat out from his mouth.

"I TOLD YOU NOT TO FUCKING GO NEAR SANTANA!" He bellowed, beating on the guy nonstop.

Brittany stood at the doorway, shivering and looking at Santana with glistening blue eyes. Her nose and cheeks were a deep pink from the cold outdoors and her bright hair a little messy. Santana sobered a little and watched Brittany with an open mouth and pained expression.

"Santana," Brittany chocked out a whisper.

The tan girl sprung up from the bed and took a hesitant step. Brittany took a step back in response. Santana reached a pleading hand out.

"Britt, please," she tried, averting to begging.

Brittany shook her head before turning around and darting away.

"BRITTANY! WAIT!" Santana called out.

"RUN FOR HER SANTANA! JUST FUCKING RUN!" Puck demanded, punched the guy square in the jaw.

Santana didn't wait another moment before sprinting as fast as she could after Brittany. They tore through the crowd, which became confused by all of the moving around from these two girls. The door of the house nearly broke down as Brittany shoved past it and out into the winter night. Santana trailed behind, calling and begging.

"I don't want to see you anymore, Santana!"

Santana hardly heard Brittany's words. She had all of her attention on the speeding car racing down the icy street. Her eyes went back to Brittany, who was headed right into the doomed street.

"BRITTANY!" Santana shrieked, running for the oblivious blonde.

Brittany ignored Santana's pleas and began to soar across the street. She became paralyzed when two bright headlights lit her way. The breaks on the car burned against the ice as it came down at top speed for Brittany. Santana was already running through the streets for Brittany but everything was happening too fast.

She was so close to Brittany, so close. When she was about to leap and push the girl out of the way, the car flew by before her eyes. It almost happened in slow motion, the car's lights passing in fluid motions along with the vehicle.

BANG

The car had directly hit Brittany.

The driver drove harshly away before any cops could come, the tires shrieking and smoking against the ice.

The blonde was laying in the snowy streets, blood beginning to pool around her.

"BRITTANY!" Santana cried out, running and collapsing by the girl's side.

Brittany weakly looked around, disoriented and pained. The party began to ooze out of the house like a paper cut and huddled around Brittany and Santana. Quinn had already called the paramedics the second she heard the commotion outside. Santana didn't notice anyone or anything else, the only thing that was clear in her vision was Brittany as she cradled her in her strong arms.

Her tears dropped onto Brittany's cheeks below her, falling from Santana's thick lashes. She gently pushed some stray strands of blonde off Brittany's bloody face and so delicately cupped her chin.

"Don't leave me now, Britt," Santana weakly ordered, more tears dropping.

Brittany only stared back, in complete shock and pain. Her body quivered even in Santana's warm embrace.

"I can't- feel my legs, San..." Was all Brittany could whimper into the freezing air.

A loud tune rang down the street as flashing lights lit the night with bright blues and reds. The paramedics skidded to a stop near the crowd before the medics burst out the back doors. Their stomps were loud and demanding as they harshly shoved their way through the crowd with a readied stretcher.

"GET OUT THE WAY! OUT OF THE WAY FOLKS!"

Santana only held Brittany tighter as the medics made their way to them. She rocked back and forth with her sobs climbing up her throat, refusing to let Brittany go to anyone. Brittany is truly the love of her life and she could never deny that even to herself. They grew up together, every moment and laugh they shared meant the world to her. She broke down at the thought she may never hear Brittany's chiming laughter once more.

Sounds swam around Santana's ears as the medics pulled her arms free from Brittany. Her rebellious screams came fuzzily heard to herself as she belted them out from the top of her closing lungs. The sirens continued on from the vehicle as Brittany was placed safety onto the stretcher.

"Let me go with her! Let me go with her, dammit!"

Santana's pleas were ignored. Only one woman lingered with her for a moment, rubbing the sobbing girl's back reassuring.

"She is more damaged than she looks. Don't worry, we'll make sure we can do everything to the best of our abilities to help your friend."

With that, the woman was off and into the large car. Santana sat weakly in the streets as her eyes watched Brittany being carried to the back into an open space. She didn't even notice the crowd watching or the fact that they still remained with her. Her body slumped forward, frail with helplessness. The paramedics drove off with her broken love.

Puck knelled to Santana's side and tightly embraced her shaking body. He soothed her back, attempting to calm her tenseness.

"Don't worry, Britt's strong. She'll pull through," he promised. "She always does..."

Santana sobbed and clung to his back sharply, twisting his shirt within her fists.

"I can't loose her. I love her," she cried out into only his ears.

"I know you do. I know."

Santana cried a bit harder.

"The last words she told me was that she couldn't feel her legs..." She lowly explained.

Puck pulled back to look at Santana with wide eyes.

"No. Fuck, no." He hissed, slamming his fist to the gravel.