I remember that life changing day when the doctor called her and I into his office. He sat us down, daringly gave us a reassuring smile and then said those words that we didn't ever want to hear.

"Ms. Pierce the tests came back positive. I'm sorry but you have breast cancer."

That night Brittany and I stayed up crying in eachothers arms. She had mentioned when we were in highschool that the women in her family all had gotten cancer sometime throughout their life. But when you're young you never think it could actually happen to you, or someone you love.

Somedays she was stronger than me, but I would never let her see me faulter. I didn't want her to know that this was killing me, it was unfair because she was the one going through it.

"I want the chemo," Brittany decided.

We had discussed it for a while, but Brittany wasn't going to go through this without trying the helpful options, even if there were side effects.

We were supposed to start a life together after highschool. She graduated beside me and held my hand as we threw our graduation caps high in the air. She was there through everything and agreed to move in with me.

Why the fuck was this happening to such a sweet soul like Brittany?

Just like every other time that Brittany got hurt I'd stay by her side. This was no different, but this time it could be fatal.

It was no longer than one week after Brittany began chemo that her hair abandoned her body. I was hoping the drugs wouldn't attack her growing cells, but they did. She still looked beautiful.

"If they ever make another Harry Potter movie, I'll be hired to play Voldemort," Brittany said, pressing a finger down on her nose.

I laughed at her positivity. What else was I meant to do, tell her to rest and shut up? I couldn't, it's her decision from now on, not mine.

"Did you need anything?" I ask, hoping that she would say yes so I could busy myself.

A noise from outside distracted both us as we turned towards the door. Quinn Fabray was hurrying down the hallway. She finally made it to the room, panting.

"Brittany, thank god!" She then stepped back and leaned her head out of the door. "In here guys!" She yelled.

Suddenly the room was filled with old glee club members. Quinn hadn't aged, even if it had only been 7 years. Rachel had shorter hair and seemed like she had even shrunk shorter. Kurt looked like a movie star with his dark shaded sunglasses and gold jewelery. Noah and Finn were on the other side of the world touring with their band but they called last night to send their love.

"How are you feeling?" Rachel asked, taking a small step towards the blonde.

Brittany smiled at her friends and leaned up. "Darn good!" She said.

They giggled and shook their heads at her as if to say, how do you to it? How are you so positive through all of this? That's exactly what I wanted to know too.

"And you San?" Quinn asked.

I was caught off guard from staring at Brittany's skin too long so all that escaped my mouth was a croaky gasp. I cleared my throat then looked at Quinn.

"She's keeping me alive," I say before giving Brittany a wink for reassurance.

"Did you want to go get some coffee?" I nodded. "Did you want anything Britt?" Kurt asked.

"Just an iced coffee maybe?" She whispered. I rolled my eyes and smiled at her.

She'd been getting an iced coffee everyday since she came to hospital. That's something she craved and had to have, so I didn't complain.

"I knew all along," Kurt said, smirking to himself. We sat down at the cafe downstairs waiting for our coffee's. There was a calming silence during the trip from Brittany's room, down the elevator and through the halls. Kurt just loved to break them.

"What about?" I asked.

"You and Brittany." His voice had that tone when he thinks something is obvious. And that it should be obvious to everyone else.

I recieved my coffee and carefully stirred the boiling contents. Kurt was eyeing me suspiciously, waiting for an answer.

"Fine," I finally broke the silence. "We've always been best friends. But through high school we became friends with benefits. Then I kind of, fell for her. Well I always knew I loved her I just hadn't realized it properly."

I looked at each of my friends who showed the same expression as Lilly Moscovitz when Anne Hathaway's character told her she was a princess.

Rachel was on the verge of crying but confusion hit me. I thought she only cried when she sang a solo?

Quinn patted my hand gently and gave me an I'm so happy for you expression. Her eyes watered aswell but I knew she had a better chance of holding back her tears.

"So when we were in Cheerios and I'd say take 5?" Quinn spoke softly.

I smirked. "Britts and I interpreted that as. take 5...pieces of clothing off someone."

"You're strong Santana," Kurt giggled. He was always a softy towards me. "And you're not the only one with a great gay-dar either. I spotted you from a mile away."

My eyes widened but I didn't say anything. I enjoyed their company, it made me feel like we were back in the Mckinley cafeteria and Brittany just had chicken pox. I slowly came back to reality though.

We returned back up to Brittany's room with her drink and as expected she was lying on her bed silently, staring out the window. She did that everyday

"I got your iced coffee babe." Brittany suddenly looked like a kid in a candy store when she saw the drink in my hand. As she took it, her fingers lingered across mine and I gasped at how icy her hands were.

"Crap we have to get going," Quinn gasped, looking down at her watch. "I'm driving Rachel to an audition and it's out of town." Quinn stepped forward and rubbed a thumb across Brittany's left cheek.

Brittany closed her eyes at the contact and leaned into Quinn's hand. "I love you, feel better."

Rachel and Kurt waved, after wishing her well and the 3 friends headed out the door.

"I have to go to the bathroom." Brittany struggled getting herself up off the bed so I grabbed one of her arms. She used to be so strong but now her weakness shone through.

"You'll be alright?" I asked cautiously. "San, it's just a bathroom," She giggled but looked towards me thankful for my worrying.

I sat on the bed anxiously waiting for her to reappear. Whatever she's doing in there is taking forever, but I'm not going to worry. I had to stay positive, for both our sakes.

Finally Brittany slowly edged the door open. I giggled a little at her, noticing that she had put her hospital gown backwards.

"Britt you've got it the wrong way around." I stepped towards her but paused, noticing something sparkle in her eyes.

She gave me that seductive look she used to give me in high school. When we'd sit in glee club across the room from eachother and I'd catch her gaze. When we sat on the bleachers waiting for our football boyfriends to finish their training. She'd move closer to me and force me to look at her, before biting her lip and strengthening her gaze. I was never able to resist.

"I know," She whispered. "Come here."

I obeyed, stepping closer to her until she was against the wall. She ran her fingers down the front of my shirt, tugging on the fabric occassionally to pull me into her.

"Britt, we shouldn't," I pleaded. I was looking out for her. I didn't want her to be wared down, but she knew how good I was in bed so I'm guessing she didn't mind.

"I just want to feel something San," She whispered in my ear. Her breath wasn't warm like it used to be. Her skin was ice cold, her cheeks weren't that cute pink color and her lips were chapped and faded. She had never looked more beautiful to me.

Her gown was unbuttoned allowing me to see her beautifully toned body. Her breasts were still perky and her hips still grabbable. She had managed to gain a healthy 12 pounds from being in hospital. In highschool we both had aspirations to be the 'hot skinny cheerleader' that all the boys lusted over. We never realized how exhausting it had become.

I slid my fingers down the front of the thin material, grazing them on her skin and slowly pushing the gown off her shoulders. She breathed slowly. I could tell she wanted this moment forever. So did I.

She clutched the front of my shirt and pulled me in so there was no longer space between us. Her lips were as rough as they looked, but I'm kissing the woman that I love and nothing else matters.

My hands began to shake as she frantically directed them around her body. We hadn't been intimate in a while and the fact that I wanted to be careful with her wasn't helping.

"Loosen up San," She panted. I finally gave in as she thrusted her hips against me. It was the erotic gesture that she knew I was weak for.

I pinned her hands above her head, finally getting into the rhythm. She lifted one leg and wrapped it around me, continuing to thurst harder. I found myself becoming more limp just at her touch, which was unsual seeing as I could keep myself together for a long period of time before my body gave out.

But this time was different. Brittany wants this, and I want to give it to her.

She swept her tongue against my lips asking for entry and I gave it to her. Only to realize just how dry her mouth was. I then trailed kisses along her jaw line and down her neck. As soon as I bit on the skin she let out a long desirable moan. "Mmmm San."

"How are you?" I asked. She furrowed her eyebrows thinking that I was going to start small chit chat during sex so I reassured her. "I mean like, how are you feeling, right now? Is this okay?"

She smiled sheepishly and placed a chaste kiss on my nose. "I'm okay," She whispered.

I loosened my grip on her arms and found my way down her body. Her bare breasts had been pressed against mine for almost 10 minutes and I wanted to give those beautiful twins some air.

I massaged them before licking down her stomach to the top of her underwear. She pulled them down herself and I flicked my tongue between her folds. She was enjoying every moment and that's all I needed to know.

She tilted her head back as I grabbed both her thighs to gain better balance and squeezed them. Her body tensed for a moment then eased and she slid down the wall so we were at eye level.

"Orgasms are so much more intense when you're sick," She admitted, wiping her forehead.

All I could do was laugh. Even though she was going through something life changing she still had that bright smile and bubby sense of humor.

"I really think we should tell your parents," I said firmly. The mood had suddenly turned dim as she rolled her eyes.

"San they chose to be out of my life when I told them I'm gay so they don't deserve to know."

I knew Brittany would say that, that was her reply to everything brought up about her parents. They didn't accept their daughter, so they blocked her out of their life and Brittany moved in with me.

My parents weren't so happy about the idea of not having grandchildren even though I kept reminding them of the other options I had. They said it wasn't the same and then kicked me out. I worked 2 jobs and Brittany worked as a professional dancer to support eachother.

"Okay," I replied quietly. She saw the defeat in my eyes and kissed my hand. Then she hopped back into her bed and I sat in the chair beside her.

"San, I'm really cold." Brittany shivered and pulled her blanket over her. I leaned forward and felt her skin which was still ice cold. 2 minutes ago she was wiping sweat off her forehead and now she's like ice.

"Do you need anything?"

"Iced coffee," Brittany squealed, grinning widely. "Brittany," She pouted and knew I couldn't resist. "Fine."

I left the room and walked towards the elevator. I got to the counter and the woman working there gave me a smirk and walked straight for the iced coffee. I blushed realizing that she already knew my order because Brittany wanted that damn iced coffee so much.

I headed back to the elevator and as I got to the correct floor, the doors opened and 5 people were rushing past. They were doctors and nurses and they were headed for Brittany's room.

The coffee dropped out of my hand as I began running behind the doctors and nurses. I only managed to reach the door before they told me I couldn't go in. In a flash I saw Brittany's eyes shut and she was lying there peacefully.

After half an hour of waiting the doctors let me inside. They mentioned that Brittany had stopped breathing suddenly and she had an allergic reaction to the chemo and fell into a coma.

I was speechless. I was helpless. Knowing that she was right there but couldn't reply to anything I would say killed me. I stayed by her side though, like I said I would. Hours passed and she still looked like an angel.

Before I knew it I was dozing off with her hand in mine, hoping that when I wake up she would be smiling at me.