This story is based on an asian drama again entitled "ENDLESS LOVE AUTUMN IN MY HEART". I hope you will like it.

You're always in my heart

Prologue

"Have you seen your sister? She's right there, Santana. She's very pretty, isn't she?" Maribel said to her 4 year-old daughter as they both stared at the nursery window. "Isn't she beautiful?"

Santana claps her hand as she agrees with her mama.

"Ms. Lopez."

"Yes?" Maribel turned around with Santana in her arms.

"You still have to sign these release papers."

"Okay." She puts down Santana on her feet. "I'll be right back, wait for me here okay?" then she kisses Santana's forehead.

Maribel Lopez and Judy Fabray-Lopez are married. Santana Lopez was born via IVF. Maribel carried her, and now Judy gave birth to their second daughter, a beautiful blonde baby named Brittany.

The nursery door opens and Santana followed her mama inside. Being a naughty child, Santana roam around the nursery and walk towards her sister's crib.

She reaches out her hand to touch the nametag of her sister, then her left hand touch the other baby crib's name. She studied them as if she understands what is written.

"Santana. Where are you?" she heard her mama's voice and she dropped both of the nametags then she immediately run towards her mama.

Unknowingly to them, this mistake will change the life of two girls.

CHAPTER 1

"Oh my god. She's really so pretty."

"She's so perfect."

"I'm in love with her."

Santana rolled her eyes as she heard the not-so-quiet whispering of the three girls outside the art room. They're distracting her and its making her irritated. She knows she's gorgeous but she's getting sick of too much attention. Girls are practically throwing themselves in front of her but she never gave them her attention.

Santana Fabray-Lopez is a sophomore student in Ohio High, private school for girls. Her gorgeous brunette hair, her plump lips, tan skin and mesmerizing brown eyes makes her the center of attention in school. Girls adore her. Teachers always favor her. Her mysterious and quiet attitude even makes her desirable to all.

A sudden thud of the door made her stop what she was doing.

"Santana." The girl, who just entered the room, said.

Santana's eyes bore into hers.

"Is it true that you threw my letter away?" she boldly asked, as she handed her the love letter.

Santana let out a deep breath, "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to throw it away. But the sender's name wasn't written so I couldn't send it back to you."

The 6th grade girl fought back her tears, "Don't you like me?"

Santana was about to answer when she saw Brittany in the doorway. Their eyes locked for a moment.

Then Santana faced the girl once again, "There is someone else." She softly said.

"Who is she?" the girl asked, almost teary-eyed.

Santana didn't answer.

The girl waited but Santana turned her back from her. The girl run towards the door, her heart broken into pieces, and eventually she bumped against Brittany.

Brittany stared at the retreating girl, pity in her eyes.

Santana took a deep breath, shook her head then she continued what she was painting before she was interrupted.

Brittany walked slowly towards Santana. She stopped behind the brunette.

"What is it?" Santana asked sharply, turning around to face Brittany.

Wordlessly, Brittany handed her a box, given by one of her classmates, for Santana.

Santana's eyebrows furrowed. She took the box and angrily throws it into the bin. "You're doing this too?!" she said irritably.

Brittany was about to answer when Santana beats her out of it by walking out of the door.

"Are you still mad at me?" Brittany asked as she followed Santana outside the school.

Santana ignored her.

"I'm such an idiot. My sister is mad at me because I am such an idiot." She said to herself, making eye contact on the ground.

Santana stopped, then turned towards her blonde sister. "I told you not to call yourself that. You are far from that, Britt-Britt."

Brittany's eyes twinkled as she met Santana's gaze. "You're not mad at me anymore?"

Santana caught her wrist and tugged Brittany along with her. "I can't be mad at you." She softly said.

"Really?" Brittany asked.

Santana pinched her cheeks. "Of course."

Brittany's cheeks reddened at the gesture.

"I love it when your blushing like a tomato Britt-Britt!" Santana exclaimed teasingly.

"I'm not!"

Santana endlessly teases her while running away. Brittany followed.

Santana and Brittany Fabray-Lopez are the daughters of Maribel Lopez and Judy Fabray. Santana is 16 years old while Brittany is 12. Santana got her looks from her mama while Brittany got her blonde physique from Judy. Both of them were conceived via IVF.

"Mom." Brittany asked while Judy is combing her gorgeous blonde hair.

"Yes sweetie?"

"I was just wondering. Why am I not smart like you and mama? Or even like Santana?" she asked innocently.

"Who told you you're not smart? You are smart sweetie." Judy said softly.

"Some of my classmates once told me why I don't have a talent in painting like Santana? And why am I not smart like her? She's my sister. I should be smart too." She said, pouting.

"Brittany, you don't have to be like your sister. You are different. You are special too. Both of you are special, you don't have to be alike in many ways." Judy said, kissing Brittany in her forehead.

"I know." Brittany said, "But sometimes I really want to be like Santana. She's just so popular, smart, beautiful, talented, big boo-" Brittany looked down at herself, then stopped abruptly. But her mother already caught what she was about to say. Her mom giggled uncontrollably and teased her by tickling her.

"So my baby girl wants to have big boobs like her sister?" Judy said teasingly.

Brittany blushed hard. "Mom!" she whines.

"San, do you think I could get elected for class president?" Brittany asked worriedly.

Santana stopped and looked at her. "Of course. You are the best in your class Britt-Britt." She said smiling.

Brittany pouted. "I am not the best, San." She whispered softly. "Quinn Pierce is the best in our class."

Santana furrowed her eyebrows. "Quinn Pierce? Is she the one torturing you and-"

Brittany shook her head. "No. No." she said, lying. Quinn is her greatest rival in class. She tried to befriend her but the blonde refused to be friends with her. Quinn always treats her as an enemy. And she's not very subtle in showing it.

Santana cupped her sister's chin and forced her to meet her gaze, "Listen Britt-Britt. You're special. Don't let others make you feel bad about yourself okay?"

Brittany nods her head and smiled. "Thank you San. You're the best sister ever."

Santana smiled, nod her head and then they continued walking towards the school entrance.

"Santana!"

Santana turned around to face the person who called her from behind. She scrunched her eyebrows at the blonde girl.

"Can you help me with my project?" the blonde girl asked, meeting Santana's eyes.

"Who are you?" Santana asked annoyingly, "I don't even know you. I can't help you with that. I am a busy person." She said, and then walked away leaving the blonde girl behind.

"Quinn!"

Santana heard another girl's voice. She turned around once again just in time to see another student approaching the blonde girl. "You're Quinn Pierce?" she asked.

"Yes." The blonde girl answered.

Santana studied her. The blonde is pretty. She looks smart but she looks bitchy enough to torture Brittany. Santana doesn't like her. No one messes with Brittany and gets away with it.

"I can't help you." She said then walked away once again leaving an annoyed Quinn.

The teacher announced the president of the class and Brittany won over Quinn. Brittany gave her thank you speech and the whole class clapped. Except Quinn who just rolled her eyes in annoyance.

"So, congratulations once again Brittany. And congratulations to Quinn too for being top of our class once again." The teacher announced. "Let's congratulate her too."

Quinn stands up, smiled and said "Thank you." She looked at Brittany and smirked.

Brittany was about to congratulate her when Quinn turned her back away from her.

The teacher continued, "As you all know, we will choose a representative that will compete for the illustrated poem exhibit against another class. And I chose Brittany to represent us."

Brittany smiled widely. The whole class clapped. Quinn gritted her teeth. She thinks she should be the one to represent the class because she's the best, the top of the class. But Brittany will always be her rival. Her mortal enemy.

"And since Santana Lopez is Brittany's sister, we could always ask for her help with the project right Brittany?"

Brittany nods. Quinn rolled her eyes. She thinks Brittany is always stealing her light. For her, it will always be Brittany. Brittany. Brittany. She won't be able to get everyone's attention as long as Brittany Fabray-Lopez is in her way. She hates Brittany but if she will just be honest with herself, she WANTS to be like her. If only she is a Fabray-Lopez.

Brittany spent her after class hours in the library. She felt the need to study harder because she wasn't a genius like her sister. She needs to study exceptionally hard to achieve higher grades. She doesn't want to disappoint her family. It's already late when Brittany left the library. She hurriedly went inside the girl's bathroom first. But after a while, she heard a lock sound from the outside. She tried to open the door but she was locked in. She cried for help but no one was answering her. She checked her phone but the battery was already empty. It's getting late and she had no choice but to stay there for the night but she was hoping Santana would try to look for her. But she remembered that she told her not to wait for her because she had to do a project with her classmates after school. Now she's going to be stuck in here.

Santana kept looking at her watch wondering what is taking Brittany so long. She tried to call her but Brittany's phone was off. She stood up from the couch when she heard her mama's voice.

"Where are you going?" Maribel Lopez asked her daughter.

"I'm going to look for Brittany." She said firmly.

"Aren't you being a little overprotective?" her mama told her, smiling.

She furrowed her eyebrows. "I'm not." She crossed her arms.

Maribel grinned widely. "I'm just so glad you and your sister get along so well Santana."

Judy Fabray-Lopez came out of the kitchen, "Of course, our daughters love each other. Right Sanny?"

Santana blushed, but then she just rolled her eyes, "Yeah, yeah." Then she walked out of the door, leaving her two smiling moms.

Santana went to Tina's house and found out that Brittany wasn't there. She went back at the school hoping that she could find Brittany. The school was empty. There are no signs of her sister. She was about to leave when she heard a faint cry.

"Brittany! Is that you?" she asked loudly.

"Santana! I'm here!"

"Where are you?" she asked again.

"I was locked here in the bathroom. Help me get out." Brittany said loudly, her voice quivering.

Santana walked towards the girl's bathroom near the library. It was locked from the outside. Somebody purposely locked her sister in. She clenched her fist and gritted her teeth in anger.

She opened the door and found a teary-eyed Brittany sitting on the floor.

"Britt! Oh god, what happened?"

As soon as Brittany sees Santana, she hugged her tightly.

"Santana…" Brittany cried in her arms.

"Shhhh. It's okay. I'm here. You're safe." She said quietly.

"Thank you…" Brittany murmured against her ear.

The next day, Santana found out that Quinn was the one who locked Brittany yesterday inside the bathroom. Brittany didn't tell her but Tina did. She was furious.

"Tina, we're not even sure of that." Brittany said, panic in her voice as she sees Santana clenching her fist.

"I am sure! I heard their conversation." Tina said indignantly.

"Where is she?!" Santana said dangerously, narrowing her eyes.

"She left the school already." Tina answered.

Santana walked away from them as she tried to catch Quinn outside.

Brittany tried to stop her. "San, it's okay. I'm okay."

Santana ignored her. She saw Quinn walking down the street and called her name. "Quinn Pierce!"

Quinn turned around and Santana's eyes are locked on hers.

But then something unexpected happened.

Someone pushed her away followed by a crash sound.

Her eyes went wide as she saw Brittany lying on the street, bleeding.

"Brittany!" she screamed.

"What happened?"

"Where is she?"

Maribel and Judy asked in unison as soon as they saw Santana, tears coming out of her eyes.

"Oh my god! Where is she?" Judy asked again, panic in her voice.

"It was my fault." Santana whispered, looking down on the floor. "She saved me. It was my fault." She clenched her fist. Maribel hugged her.

"She's badly hurt. She needs to have an operation." Santana said, her eyes still locked on the floor.

"How long will the surgery take?" Maribel asked the doctor.

"You don't have much to worry about. She'll have a scar but other than that, she will be fine. But she'll need a blood transfusion."

"I'll give her my blood." Judy said.

"Your daughter's blood type is B." the doctor said.

"That's impossible." Maribel said. "She must be Type O. We're both Type O and the sperm donor is also Type O. That can't be."

"The lab results showed that your daughter is Type O Mrs. Lopez." The doctor insisted, showing them the laboratory results of Brittany. "If you're both Type O and the sperm donor is Type O. She can't be Type B."

Maribel and Judy's eyes widen at the implication.

"We should run a blood test." The doctor suggested.

The results are in and both of them are Type O. They also have a copy of the laboratory results of the sperm donor. Both Maribel and Judy understood what that means. Brittany is not their daughter.

"Let's talk." Maribel started as they were inside the car.

"We should go back. Brittany needs me there." Judy whispered, tears in her eyes.

"We should talk." Maribel repeated.

"Talk about what? There is nothing to talk about."

"Her blood type." Maribel said softly.

"So what? Brittany is my daughter. She is ours! There is nothing to talk about!" Judy said harshly.

Maribel exhaled a deep breath. "She may not be our daughter."

"Don't!" Judy said loudly. "No!"

Santana caressed Brittany's forehead. "Britt. I can't handle seeing you like this. Please wake up." She breathed in deeply. "I'm scared you'll never wake up." Tears formed in her eyes. "I'm so sorry. I'm really sorry."

"I forgive you…" Brittany's voice is weak.

"Britt-Britt!" Santana hugged her tightly. "I'm so sorry." She cried.

"Are you crying?" Brittany asked.

Santana wiped her tears away. "You scared me."

"I'm sorry." Brittany smiled weakly.

"Don't ever do that again okay?" Santana said as she caressed the blonde's forehead.

"Where are mama and mommy?"

"They went out to get clothes for you."

"They must be worried." Brittany said.

Santana nod her head. "We all were. Don't ever leave me again, okay?"

Brittany smiles. "Okay."

"Love you Britt-Britt."

"Love you too San."