A/N Hi everyone! Thank you for picking this story out of the many on this awesome site! This is my first Fic, so I apologize in advance if it's not that good. Warning: some swearing and a very sad morning, hope I don't bring up bad memories.

Santana

"My god Kurt! These bagels are amazing! How did you find that shop!?"

"Well… Adam and I were meandering about when….."

Wow Lady Hummel's got it bad for this guy… poor Blaine

As Santana steps off the elevator with Kurt in their Bushwick building, she starts thinking about her own personal experience in the romance department- it just sucks when the one you love is with someone else. That thought is quickly shoved aside as they get closer to the door.

"….. And that's how we're enjoying these right now"

Damn! That story was long, guess that's what I get. Abuela always said ' don't ask a question you don't want answered'

As Santana unlocks the door, Kurt's iphone starts ringing.

"It's my dad, I'll be inside in a minute."

"Ok but…

Santana snatches the bagel bag from Kurt

"….. I get credit for these beauties!"

"Hey! Get back here Satan!"

Santana slams the door with a huge smile on her face

"Rachel you're gonna love these bagels I found! Berry where the hell are you?"

Santana walks around a seemingly empty loft until she finds Rachel crying her eyes out into her pillow.

"Rachel are you ok?"

Well that was stupid, does she look ok dumbfuck?

"What did Ken the abominable plastic man do? I swear I'll chop his-

"It's not Brody" Rachel squeaks out almost too quietly for the latina to hear.

"What is it?" Santana sits down on the bed, putting the bagel bag on the diva's night stand.

"Come on you can tell me Rach I've got your-

Santana is cut off when Rachel turns around and wraps her in the tightest hug ever

"He's gone" Rachel sobs

"Who's gone hun?"

"F-Finn!"

"Whaat!? Where'd he go- never mind I'll find him I'll-

"You cant't find him Santana-

"Don't doubt the psychic Mexican third eye! I'll find him"

"You can't find him….. Rachel looks her friend in the eyes for the first time that day.

"…. He's d-d-dead!" Rachel collapses into a shocked Santana's shoulder.

"NOOOO!" BOOM

Santana's head whips to the sound

Kurt! Wait, there's no way he could've heard that! Oh shit he's on the phone with his dad!

Santa shot up, barely catching Rachel before she fell to the floor.

"Come on Rach, we need to get Kurt" Rachel doesn't say a word, she just leans into her roommate's shoulder as they stumble through the loft.

THIS IS NOT HAPPENING! This is a dream! I'm gonna wake up at some ungodly hour to Rachel's vocal exercises, scream 'SHUT UP HOBBIT! Walk over to the bathroom; shove Lady Hummel out because he is NOT starting his two hour product routine when I needs to get my shower on. Then

"OW FUCK!" Santana's thoughts were interrupted by the door. She looks over to see that Rachel hasn't noticed

Pull yourself together! They need you!

The first thing Santana sees when she openes the door is Kurt's destroyed iphone. The second thing is Kurt himself. He's sitting with his back to the wall, knees under his chin, crying.

Santana closes the door and sits herself and Rachel down so she that she is in between her friends.

"Kurt" Kurt leans into Santana's shoulder and chokes out "H-he-he's gone"

Santa wraps her free hand around him.

" I know hun, I know" Santa says, glad that her own tears are falling silently.

There'll be time to fall apart later; right now I have to be strong for my family.