Hey to anyone out there reading. Just a few things before you start reading. I am not the biggest Glee follower, but I like the show and more specifically I love some of the characters. So this story is very loosely based on the real Glee, so don't get upset if I do not stick to canon. I love Santana and I hate Finn so if you like Finn, this will not be for you. But ok that is it from me for now, read and enjoy and if you feel so inclined a review would be greatly appreciated:)

Santana Lopez was never good at emotions. When she got emotional she usually dismantled things or people and quite forcefully so. But this, this was different. This hurt so much that Santana wanted to dismantle the world. But she knew she couldn't, if she did and Quinn found out it would make her cry, and Santana never could handle seeing Quinn cry. So instead of yelling and screaming or waiting in the waiting room with their friends, and she used that term very loosely. As none of them knew what Quinn was to her. They didn't have a clue. No instead of pretending she found herself on her knees in the Hospital chapel playing. With all that she was. She prayed that God wouldn't take away the one thing in her life that made her feel complete. The one person who always knew what to say or do to calm her down and make her happy. She prayed because she wasn't sure that she would survive it if Quinn died.

'Ms Lopez?'

Santana's head shot up. 'Yes?' She choked out. Her voice was so horse from all the crying. It felt like she had been crying for days.

'The doctor needs to speak to you, urgently.'

Santana got up and nodded. 'I'll be right there.'

Santana walked into the waiting room, her jaw clenched hard. Why did that fucking prick always have to have his nose where it didn't belong. She closed her eyes and swallowed the rage that had instantly bubbled to the surface. She could not do that right now. 'Doctor you wanted to speak with me?'

The doctor turned to her, he looked relieved. Finally he could get away from al the belligerent teenagers. 'Ms. Lopez?'

'Yes.' Santana croaked, she would need to drink something soon or she would loose her voice completely. She didn't care, but maybe Quinn would wake up. She needed to be able to talk to Quinn.

'Good, we need to discuss some things.' The doctor said kindly then glanced at the mass of teenagers still surrounding them. 'You might prefer to do this in private Ms Lopez.'

Santana whipped around and snarled at the the others. 'Back the shit off!' Everyone pretty much jumped ten feet away. Except of course for Finn fucking Hudson. 'I told you to back the fuck off! You are not wanted here.'

'We all have a right to know what is going on.' Finn stood his ground, he would not let some snide bitch tell him off. 'And why would the doctor need to talk to you! If you get to know then we sure as hell do. You are nothing but a slut! At least we are her friends.'

Santana glanced at Brittany who looked confused but ready to step in like always. And Rachel, in her fucking ridiculous wedding dress. She looked about ready to pass out. 'You have no clue who Quinn even is.' Santana growled at Finn's ridiculous claim of friendship. 'And I don't have time to enlighten you.' She turned to Brittany. 'Britt get him the fuck away from me, before I kill him.' Santana could have kissed Brittany for dragging the bloody oaf away without question. Not that Finn was going quietly. He kept screaming slurs her way. She just couldn't care less, she had more urgent things to worry about that Finn Fucking Hudson. 'Can we talk somewhere a little more quiet?' Santana asked the doctor softly. And followed him into what looked like a break room.

'Now as I was saying I need to speak to you.' The doctor said firmly not saying a word about what had just happened. Things like this usually brought out the utter worst in people or the best. It wasn't his place to make a comment on them though.

Santana felt her heart tighten in fear. 'Is she ok?'

'Quinn is critical, but stable for the moment.' The doctor said kindly. This was the part he really hated, dealing with the family. 'But she needs more surgeries, and we need you to sign the consent forms Ms Lopez.'

Santana swallowed hard, but she couldn't stop the tears that fell from her cheeks, and she hated herself for not being stronger. 'What...what exactly are her injuries and what operations does she need?'

'We were able to stabilize Ms Fabray but her back is broken and she has severe damage to her left hand and also her left leg from the impact. A specialist is on his way to do the back surgery and our team of Orthopaedic Surgeons are waiting for your signature to start the surgery on her arm and leg. We are keeping a close eye on any further internal bleeding, but we seem to have it under control for now. We are also monitoring her head injury closely. Other than than she is pretty banged up.'

Making sense of everything that she had heard would have to wait until later. Santana had to focus one the here and the now. 'But she is stable?'

'As I said, yes for now.' The doctor reiterated, he needed her to sign the consent forms. 'Ma'am it is really vital that we do the surgeries as soon as possible.'

Santana nodded dumbly, she took the papers her offered her and signed them all except the last one. 'I will not sign this.'

The doctor nodded, it was a gamble putting that there. 'I understand.' He took the stack of papers. 'I will keep you apprised of her progress.'

'Thank you doc.' As soon as the doctor was out of the room Santana sank to the ground and started sobbing. Quinn please, don't die on me.

Santana started awake when there was a timid knock at the door. She blinked and looked around. She had fallen asleep. She had actually cried herself to sleep on the floor of a hospital. She sat up and tried to look at least a little intimidating. 'Yes?'

'San, it's me Britt.' Brittany said very uncertain about disturbing Santana. They had been best friends since they were babies and Brittany had never seen Santana act the way she was now. 'Can I come in?'

Santana sighed, of course it would be Britt who came to talk to her. No one else would have the balls. Not even her parents, and she knew they were very confused as to what was going on. She picked her self up of the floor and straightened her clothes as best she could. Britt will know what to do to make you feel better. Only Quinn knows me better than Britt. 'Yea, Britt come in.' Santana barely had time to finish the sentence before Brittany all but body slammed her.

'I don't know what's going on, but whatever it is San I am here.' Brittany murmured into Santana's ear. She sighed in relief when she felt Santana relax.

'I know B you always have my back.' Santana said and held on to Brittany even tighter. 'Is everyone still out there?'

Britt nodded. 'They aren't going to go unless they get kicked out.'

Santana growled, she did not have the strength for this. But somehow she knew she would find it if she really needed it. 'They have no right being here.'

'They just want to know Q is ok.' Britt said softly, still not sure why Santana was acting like she was. They were there for San to.

Santana snorted, they were there for the show. Some might actually care, Rachel did so did Britt. Quinn's mom cared and her own parents cared. She knew that. But the others? They didn't know shit. And they were there to make themselves feel better. 'She isn't ok, and I am not ok with them sitting out there pretending to be the biggest Quinn fans!'

Britt bit her lip as she saw Santana's eyes darken. Santana had gone from heartbroken to pissed of. And she looked ready to kill. 'San they do care. I know not like you and me, but they care.' She desperately tried, but she knew San wasn't listening any more. She just really hoped Finn used the little sense he had and didn't aggravate Santana any further. Or her would be lying right next to Quinn in the hospital.

Rachel wrung her hands, this was so bad! And it was all her fault. Quinn getting in that stupid accident. All her fault and now no matter what she tried Finn would not stop acting like a troll. 'Finn stop it!'

'She ruins our wedding and you expect me to calm down? What the fuck Rachel.' Finn yelled loudly, ignoring the disgust of most of the people who were listening in.

'Oh my god, Finn Quinn got in an accident!' Rachel tried again. When it wasn't Finn badgering the poor doctor with his apparent concern for Quinn, it was him taking on Santana because he was jealous that Santana was the centre of attention, and now apparently he was jealous of Quinn. Who nearly got killed getting to their wedding. How in the hell did they get here. And how could she let them.

'Yo dude she's right!' Puck spoke up, he was seriously getting fed up with Finn's crap. 'This is like totally not cool.'

'Shut the fuck up Puckerman, I know Quinn and she did this on purpose. I bet you she isn't even hurt. That's why the doctor would only speak to that fucking dyke.' Finn missed the fact that Carlos Lopez who was also in the waiting room stiffened. He had been forced to listen to Finn's rant for three hours now. And he was getting to the end of his rope.

Rachel's jaw hit the ground. What in gods name is wrong with him? He is totally insane! 'Finn you have to stop this!' Before Rachel could go any further though Finn's eye darkened and he stormed off. When Rachell turned around to see where he was going all the colour drained from her face. 'This is not good!'

'You're telling me.' Noah nodded quickly following Finn. He had a feeling Santana was about the totally kill Finn.

Britt got really nervous when she saw Finn storm over towards them, because San looked gleeful and evil. And that was not a good thing. No it was a very bad thing. 'Don't kill him San. Quinn wouldn't like that.'

San pursed her lips as her eyes narrowed at the stupid brute heading her way. 'I won't kill him Britt.' She said coldly. 'I promissed Q I wouldn't, but that doesn't mean I will let him treat me the way he has been. This is not his show. This is my nightmare and I don't wan him here.'

'You! I have a bone to pick with you!' Finn bellowed when he came to a halt a few feet away from Santana, at least he had enough sense not to get to close. 'How fucking dare you pretend to care about Quinn! You don't care about anything but you!'

Santana rolled her eyes. Finn seriously needed to get checked by a vet, he was acting like a total ass. 'Finnessa I don't rightly give a fuck what you think or do. But you won't be doing it here.' Santana took a step closer and all but laughed when Finn took a step back. 'Leave Finn.'

'And why would I do that?' Finn snipped trying to look imposing even though he was backing away as Santana moved towards him. For all his bravado, he was scared of Santana Lopez always had been.

'Because if you don't I will make you.' Santana sneered. 'And you don't want that to happen Hudson, you seriously don't.'

'I am not scared of you! You are nothing but a lying bitchy whore, who would spread your legs for anyone...I should know.' Finn sneered the last part and was sorely disappointed when Santana didn't even flinch.

'I know you Finnessa and I know that I have always terrified you.' Santana laughed mockingly. 'And your little show you are putting on here?' Santana was now face to face with Finn and glowering at him. 'It stops now. Get out, and this is the last time I will be asking this nicely.'

Finn growled, no, Santana was not going to get away with this. She was the interloper. No one wanted her there. No one ever wanted her anywhere. 'No you and Quinn fucking Fabray ruined my day! And now we are all just sitting here pretending that this is actually real. I know Quinn, this is just some ploy to get me and Rachel to break up. She still wants me. But this? This is fucking insane.' The room went so silent and except for Finn digging his own grave deeper and deeper not a sound could be heard. Every single person there could see that he had crossed a line. A line that once you crossed with Santana it could never uncross. Even if they wanted to they just couldn't stop the train crash that was happening right in front of them.

Santana felt Brittany suddenly wrap a solid arm around her, and she was grateful. She was so close to totally loosing it. But after a few deep breathes she gently removed the arm. She got so close to Finn that she could feel his breath on her face. 'I don't give a shit what you say about me Hudson. For all I care you can go post on your pathetic facebook account that I am the biggest slut, whore, bitch and anything else your pea-sized brain can come up with.' She poked him hard. 'But if you ever...and I mean ever talk about my wife like that again I will end you. She got in an accident on her way to your pathetic fucking farce of a wedding. Because even though she thought Rachel was making the biggest mistake of her life, she would never let her walk down that isle alone. And what did she get for her trouble?' Santana ignored as everyone around her started buzzing. She knew that their carefully built life together would be invaded and gossiped about. And she hated Fin even more for that. 'You seemed so intent about knowing before. So let me tell you. She has internal bleeding, seriously damaged arm and leg, a multitude of bruises and cuts, a severe head injury and her back is broken.' Santana could see Finn swallowing hard, she didn't give a fuck. 'So you tell me you fucking piece of crap, how the hell do you figure this is about you?'

Finn gaped but before he could even try to form another sentence a strong hand clamped on his shoulder. 'It's time you left Finn.' Carlos Lopez said authoritatively. He was just as shocked as everyone else in the room. But someone needed to stop this. He should have done so earlier. But he hadn't known, he hadn't understood. Now he did. He would be his little girl's rock. 'Mija I am so sorry.'

Santana swallowed hard and nodded. She knew he was more than likely upset with her. But he would be there. I should have talked to them earlier. 'Please just get him away from me.' She said as she once again fell into Brittany's arms.