Author's Note.
Yo yo yo! This is my first story, so if it sucks..just tell me so I can attempt to make it better! This is gonna be mostly Brittana or Santitanny, whatever name sparkles your unicorn, because I love them and I'm bias. There will be other couples thrown in here and there...maybe a little Faberry, I dunno. But Santana and Brittany are the main characters. So if you don't like them..well..One, don't read this, and two, don't tell that to me. OKAY. Well here it is! Review..tell me what you think..and all that shiznit. BYE :D
What the fuck?
That was the first thing Santana thought when she woke up. I feel like I've been hit by a train. Okay, exaggeration. But I still feel pretty bad. Her eyes ripped open as she remembered the events that led up to her feeling like a piece of shit. The Latina found herself getting a face full of Quinn. 'Oh my god! Santana! Thank god you're okay!' She let out a sigh of relief. The brunette smiled lightly and looked around. The first thing that caught her eye, was the plane. It was destroyed. Completely. Rachel was tending to an unconcious Finn. Tina was sitting with Mike and Artie. Sam and Mr. Schu were trying to get a fire going. Kurt, Lauren, and Puck were over Mercedes, who didn't look too good. Santana groaned and shut her eyes again, only to rip them back open and shoot up. 'Woah, San. Take it easy.' Quinn tried to force her friend back down, but caught the look in the Latina's eyes and backed off. 'Where's Brittany?' She demanded more then asked. Quinn chewed on her bottum lip, something she does when she's nervous, which didn't soothe the feeling in Santana's gut at all.
'Quinn! Where. Is. Brittany!' She shouted. Panic started to cloud her brain. 'Uhm, San. You have to stay calm okay,' She started. 'Q!' Santana yelled. 'Okay, alright. Uhm, you were sleeping, and Brittany, she went to the bathroom and was coming back to her seat when the plane uh, started to crash. I pulled her into a seat and tried to get her buckled, but she was resisting and trying to get to you.' The brunette resisted the urge to cry.
'San, she-'
'Is she dead?'
'What? No she-'
'Where is she?' Santana asked once more.
'San, I think we should attend to your injuries first and-'
'Q! Just tell me where she is! I have to find her! I need to! She needs me.' Her voice got quiet at the end. I needed to find my best friend and the love of my life. The New Directions had been coming back from Nationals, where, at the hotel, Brittany had said she broke up with Artie and was ready to be with Santana. So they outed theirselves to the Glee club members and were officially girlfriend and girlfriend.
Quinn looked around. 'S, I don't know where she is.' She confessed. She thought that that one statement would send the Latina into hysterics. But instead, she was incredibly calm.
'We need to find her.' Santana stated bluntly. She started to get up and walk towards the forrest. 'Wait! San! I'm coming with you.' Quinn fell into step with her best friend as they walked through the forrest. Santana felt a hand being laid on her shoulder, 'It's gonna be alright, she is going to be alright.' The blonde tried desperately to assure the Latina. Santana only nodded stiffly and continued to walk.
They had been walking for about 20 minutes when they heard somebody mumbling and cursing. Quinn and Santana exchanged a glance and went towards the source of it. They pushed their way past a huge branch and saw Artie, his wheelchair stuck in mud.
'Dammit.' He cursed. Oblivious to their presence.
'Wheels?' Santana looked on, wide eyed. Artie snapped his head up and let out a sigh of relief.
'Thank god. Can you help me please?' Quinn went over and rolled his wheelchair out of the mud.
'First of all, how the fuck did you manage to stay in your wheelchair when were just in a fucking plane crash? Second, why are you out here in the woods?' Santana spat bitterly.
'San..' Quinn warned, but stayed quiet knowing that Santana was only frustrated on not finding her girlfriend.
'Puck found my wheelchair in the reckage, and he rolled me to the edge of the forest.' He said like it was the most obvious thing in the world.
'Isn't wheeling yourself around in the woods a little big hard? And I'm asking again, why are you out here?' Santana was losing patience.
'Yes it is, but I went looking for Britt,' the mention of her name Artie seemed to realize something. 'Brittany! Right! I found her! She's just past those leaves over there, I was going to get help.' He explained quickly. Santana was already sprinting over, bursting through the leaves and sure enough, there layed Brittany. Quinn wheeled Artie out moments later.
'Is she okay?' Santana asked, not taking her eyes off her girlfriend, kneeling down to hold her hand.
'I dunno, she hasn't woken up yet. I couldn't tend to her because I'm a fucking cripple.' He said bitterly, directing it completely at himself. Quinn rubbing his shoulder to tell him it wasn't his fault. Santana had pulled Brittany's head into her lap, stroking her hair. The Latina pulled back almost instantly when she felt a thick substance drench her hand.
'T-there's blood.' She whispered. Just loud enough for Quinn and Artie to hear.
'Shit. S, we have to get her back to camp-er-whatever the hell is back there with everybody.' Quinn said quickly. But Santana had already began to gently lift Brittany bridal style.
'I'm taking her back. Q, wheel Wheels.' Santana ordered.
'It's gonna be okay Britt, just hang in there baby. You're gonna be just fine.' She whispered. Even though she knew Brittany couldn't hear her, Santana knew she had to keep talking to her girlfriend. Just to assure herself.
(Self made line break because I'm just that awesome.)
Around a half an hour later, Santana emerged from the thick woods.
'Puckerman!' Santana yelled. Puck shot his head up and saw Santana carrying her girlfriend, who was lying limp in her arms. He ran over and looked at her with expectant eyes.
'Pillow, blanket. She's bleeding.' The Latina informed him. He nodded an ran off to get the things Santana requested. Once he came back, they carefully laid Brittany down on the pillow and covered her with the blanket. Puck immiediatly took his shirt off and pressed it to Brittany's head. Santana nodded and took over.
'Is she okay?' He asked hesitantly.
'I..I dunno.' Santana closed her eyes as tear threatened to fall. Puck saw this and pulled her into a side hug, while the brunette kept pressure on Brittany's head.
'Are you okay?' She sighed and looked at him.
'I just want her to be alright.' She cried. Kurt came over and took the shirt from her.
'We all do San.' He assured her. He looked gratefully at Kurt, who was putting pressure on the head wound.
Santana sniffed and wiped the tears away. 'I-uh, is everyone else okay?' She quickly asked, in order to get off the subject of Brittany.
'Mostly. Finn and Mercedes..'
'They'll be fine. Worry about Brittany.' Kurt said quickly.
'Thanks guys. I got it from here.' Santana quietly took her place back and kept pressure on Brittany's head. They nodded and walked off towards the rest of the group. It was getting late, she could tell. The sun was setting and you could easily see the fire that Sam and Mr. Schu had managed to make.
'Come on Britt, you gotta wake up. I love you so much, you have no idea how much I need you.' Santana held her girlfriend's hand. The bleeding had stopped and now the brunnette was laying beside the blonde, trying her best to stay awake, but eventually she couldn't fight it off any longer and fell asleep.