AN: So this is my remake of 'Little Girl Lost' although, I think I'm going to go off in a different direction then I had planned when I wrote that last year. If you love it, review and I'll have a new chapter up shortly, and if you don't...well I guess you don't have to read? Either way, enjoy, it took me two nights to write but I think it came out pretty decent.

Disclaimer: I don't own Glee, but I do own this Post Sexy Story Line and I'll fight for it to the death. If I owned Glee, Brittana would have happened and stayed happening a long long time ago!


"It's not about who you are attracted to ultimately, it's about who you fall in love with." - Holly Holiday

"I love him, too. I don't want to hurt him, that's not right. I can't break up with him."

The words had stuck with Santana ever since her favorite blonde had let them slip from her lips. Artie. Artie fucking crippled, wheel chair bound Abrams...she'd chosen him over her, Santana bad ass Lopez, all he clearly wanted her for was her long legs and sex. He'd pretty much made that clear time and time again. Yet, here she was. Playing sick for the third day in the row. This wasn't the normal Santana routine, if it had been anyone else she would have just waltzed into school the next day, head held up high, Cheerio skirt hiked even higher, and the person who had fucked her over would have learned their lesson just by seeing the Devil smirk on her face. Knowing that the grim reaper had descended upon him, and he should watch his back...but this, this was Brittany.

"Meijah, there's someone here to see you!"

So she'd been found out, clearly the Glee club was in need of her impressive vocal skills, Or Brittany had proven to be clearly not the person she'd always said she'd been, and had outed her to the entire club and clearly they were here for some 'it's ok to be gay' intervention like they'd done with Kurt. They must have seen the smoke coming coming out of her windows and decided to smoke her out one way or another. With the amount of weed she'd stolen from her brother after her little confession to the blonde, she figured even her idiot of a brother couldn't hold it against her. She'd find some way to make it up to him. It's not like he'd notice it was gone anyway.

"Yea well unless she's a tall leggy blonde, telling me she's dumped the cripple, they can go scratch."

She didn't want to see anyone, chances are if it were Britt walking up her steps she would have wound up kicking her out too. Santana had made it a policy a long time ago not to let anyone get close enough to her heart to put her in any sort of pain. She might have had a strong exterior, but she knew that even her heart of 'ice' couldn't handle a heartbreak. Sleeping around was just easier. Plain and simple. No emotions, no pain, no nothing.

"How about a short leggy blonde?, and a dwarf that you can stand?"

Rachel Berry's voice wasn't one she ever wanted to hear in her bedroom. Maybe in her nightmares, but never actually in her bedroom. Looking up she glared at the two that were standing in her doorway. Quinn, she could probably handle. Quinn had been in her room plenty of times, but Rachel. No, that was definitely stepping over a line.

"If it's for one of my amazing solos, you both are plumb out of luck, because I'm not coming out of this bedroom until my smoking ass feels like leaving it, and right now it's plenty comfy on my bed."

Quinn and Rachel had knew when they talked to Shusester that this would be tough, but they hadn't exactly deemed how tough.

"Santana...as much as I do admire your vocal talents" Rachel began "This unfortunately has nothing to do with talents, although we clearly know that I project my voice much more, and clearly am the one with the amazing solos...and with the amount of smoke in the air...I should warn you that you are at risk for damaging your voice"

Oh the girl was so dead.

"Look Hobbit, any other time I'd be more then willing to play your annoying little dwarf games, but right now I have no issue with going all Lima Heights Adjacent on you and endings you right here and now." She glared "Now you and Fabray know where the door is, you might as well figure out how to walk out the way you came in."

There had been very few times in her life when Quinn had seen Santana so emotionally broken. The first had been when her father had walked out on her and her mother and married little miss new boobs, the second when her Abuela had died, and just recently it had been when Brittany had started to go out with Artie. Santana could hide it all she wanted, but Quinn wasn't as dumb as she looked, she knew when Santana was broken, and this was even worse then she could have imaged. This was taking the cake.

"It's about Brittany" Quinn said quietly, moving to stand in front of Rachel before the sparky Latina managed to strangle her like she'd been promising to do for years.

She knew just muttering the blondes name would pull her out whatever trance she'd forced herself in. Brittany was the one person who Santana would always perk up at the mention of her name though. This time was different though, all she saw was Santana's eyes cloud up more, and not from the high that was slowly circulating around the room from the remnants of the joint that laid on the ashtray on her night stand.

"Well whatever it is, I'm pretty sure her precious Artie can take care of it. She love's him if you haven't heard. The prick treats women like they're second class citizens, but that's OK. She loves him so that's all that fucking matters."

Spiteful of the cripple? Santana? No way!

"Have you even picked up your phone? Have you even looked at your phone? Maybe if you had, you would have known what the hell's been going on." Of course Rachel had to open her big mouth again in that moment. "She and Artie were in a car accident!...Well rather Artie's father was the one driving; and well yeah. The three of them were in a car accident."

Santana felt her heart drop into her stomach at that very moment, she'd expected to hear something about the two that she hadn't wanted to, but her Britt being hurt, that was something she never expected to hear. Not physically anyway.

"Wh-what...is she...please Quinn, please tell me she's not..."

Her sudden greatest fear was possibly coming true, a life without her Britt-Britt. A world she was damn sure she wouldn't want to live in, a world without her Brittany just wasn't one worth living in.

"Artie's not like us...or rather he's not like you. You know how when you and Britt get into the car, you always remind her to put her seat belt on, or make sure that she's strapped in the right way...well I guess he didn't get the memo to do so...she went through the windshield Santana."

Not only was her heart in her stomach, but the wind had been completely knocked out of her. Killing Artie was the absolute only thing she could think of. Picking him up out of his wheelchair and throwing him through a plate glass window just like poor Britt had to suffer. This was the guy Britt had picked over her? The guy who didn't even bother to make sure she girl was wearing her seat belt. Yes, Britt was old enough where she should have known naturally to wear her seat belt, but sometimes she just forgot. Poor Britt couldn't be helped of that. Artie had to die, plain and simple.

"...The swelling in her brain has gone down, but there's some other stuff going on that you should know about." Rachel sighed "She's a real mess...they"

"And neither one of you Puta's had the common decency to come to see me sooner about this? No one from that fucking precious Glee club decided 'oh, hmmm maybe we should tell her best friend about this?' That maybe out of all people I should have been the first to know! That I possibly deserved to know! No one, especially that little fuck knows her as well as I do! I fucking should have been the first person to be called!"

Because calling Brittany's parents first, would have been way out of line.

"Santana you're not listening to us!" Quinn wasn't sure if Santana could handle all the facts, but she knew if she found out once she got to the hospital and found out, things would be a lot worse. "There's other stuff going on, stuff you need to be prepared for."

Throwing some clothes, both hers and Britt's, all Santana could do was glare. She didn't want to hear anymore from either one of the girls. They'd done enough damage in Santana's eyes. Anymore that they told her would be a cake walk compared to what they already told her. No, she wouldn't stay in her room and listen to any of it. They knew nothing. They weren't skilled doctors, they didn't know what they were talking about. They were just a bunch of high school, glee club freaks, that was it. They meant nothing to her. The only person that meant anything to her was lying in a hospital bed, her life fading away from her. She wasn't going to stay home, when she needed to be with Britt. For all she knew they only had hours left together.

"Fuck you both" Was all she muttered before storming out of her room, determined to make it to the girl she loved in time.

GLEE!

It had taken Santana precisely thirty-five minutes to make it from Lima Heights, to Allan County, County Hospital. Probably both the longest and most painful ride Santana had ever endured. It didn't help that Britt was admitted at a hospital that Santana just didn't approve of. It was the county hospital, so of course it was filled to the brim with prisoners, welfare, families who just couldn't afford the rising rates of insurance. In the back of her mind the brunette knew she'd have to make a call to her father to see if she could get her beloved Britt-Britt transferred. It would take the balls she had hidden for important circumstances to find the courage to make that phone call.

"...I need to know the room of Brittany Susan Pierce, and I need to know it right this minute, not when you time to look for it!"

The poor nurse on duty that afternoon never expected the tornado which was Santana Lopez to come bursting into her waiting room, but she had, and now she was the one left to fight off the hell beast in front of her.

"May I know your relation to Miss. Pierce, please?"

"My relation?...My relation? Are you fucking kidding me! I'm THE best friend, I might as well be her sister!" Or girlfriend had she not chosen the cripple over me, she thought bitterly to herself.

"Miss I'm sorry, but she's listed here as in the ICU, unless you're family...I'm sorry but you can't go see her. Not until her condition changes." The poor nurse stuttered, as she looked back and forth between the computer screen, and the Latina's now red face.

"She's my best friend, has been since the first day of kindergarten. She's almost six foot, blonde, and still believes that if she wishes on a star or birthday candles that it'll come true! She has a pet duck named Nemo that she can't sleep without! She adores Peter Rabbit and can dance like no body's business. Oh! And Breaking Dawn scared the hell out of her. Need me to tell you her blood type? Because I can totally do that for you too."

Even through all the anger that surged through her body, it took everything Santana had in her not to completely break down into a hot mess on the sterile floor. Her fingers gripped onto the counter tightly, so tight that her knuckles were starting to turn white. All she wanted to see was her Brittany. She needed her, she needed to see with her own eyes that things were as serious as Quinn and the Hobbit had made them out to be. She needed the confirmation for herself that she could very well be loosing the love of her life.

"Miss, I'm going to have to call security if you don't calm down..."

"And I'm going to have to go all Lima Heights Adjacent on you in about two seconds if you don't tell me where the fuck my best friend is! It's a dangerous place, bad stuff happens there! I'm not sure that you want me to take you there!"

A sudden voice from the crowd of people in the waiting room, was the only thing that could pull Santana out of her Lima Heights rant. Riley Pierce. The man who had taken the place of her father, when her own had walked out on them in the first grade. Swallowing hard, she gave one final glare to the nurse before quickly rushing over to the older man. Clearly her voice had been projected throughout the hospital if he'd managed to come down so fast.

"I was going outside for some fresh air, when I heard you start to go all Lima Heights" The older man said with a quiet laugh as he pulled his daughters best friend into his arms tightly. "Ally and I were wondering when you'd return any of your calls, we were starting to worry that you'd jumped off a bridge by now."

"How is she?"

She wasn't in the mood for any funny chit-chat, all she cared about was how her Brittany was. That was all that she wanted. She'd gotten through one obstacle of the nurse, now she just needed to get through her 'father' trying to sugar coat the truth. Something she wasn't about to let happen.

"I'll be honest with you Ana...she's been a hell of a lot better." The older man said quietly as he led her towards the elevator "We were lucky, that the car wasn't speeding...so when she went through the windshield...all I can say from what I understand is, she could be in worse shape. They did have to remove a small part of her skull though, because her brain started to swell."

Even if it wasn't real medical terms that Riley was speaking in, they were still confusing to Santana. All she wanted to know was if her best friend was going to be able to walk out of the hospital and recover from all of this, be the old Britt she'd been before the accident.

"But they've got that under control now, right? Please Riley, tell me that they have that under some sort of control...Britt's brain is so delicate as it is...please tell me, just please tell me that they've got all the serious stuff under control."

"She's got a broken leg and wrist" he nodded "but the good news is, she was semi-alert when they got her here. She didn't slip into a coma, they just put her in a medically induced one because of how badly she was fighting the tubes and other intobation. They want her body to heal for a couple more days, they want to do another CAT Scan before they take her out of it. Her body deserves a small rest. We all agreed...but..."

"...But she's going to be ok?" That was all she wanted to know, and yet no one seemed to be able to give her that one answer. "Just tell me that much, I can't hear these medical terms anymore."

As the elevator dinged, the older man nodded with a sigh. He'd told her all she needed to know for now. She'd find out the rest soon enough. He loved Santana enough where he wanted to give her just a little sense of relief before the next sense of dread had to kick in. He wasn't so worried as much about the coma oddly enough, as he was the repercussions that would most likely occur once his daughter woke up. That was completely different territory for all of them.

"So you finally found her" Ally Pierce said with a tired laugh as she stood up from the bench outside the ICU and went to go to hug Santana. "We were starting to worry about you baby girl. She's not going to let herself get better unless she has you by her side."

This was true, Britt never even went to the nurse without telling Santana first. That had gone on for as long as she could remember. From the first fall off the monkey bars in Kindergarten to skinning her knee on the gym floor during Cheerios practice. They just relied on each other for things like that.

"Can, I please see her Mom? Please."

Ally nodded, she couldn't keep the two apart. She'd tried once with a dance summer camp, and learned the lesson hard way when Britt tried to sneak out of the camps wilderness confines and Santana had been caught trying to hitchhike at ten years old. There was no way she was going to keep them apart now. Not after all of that.

"Let me go with you...you have to wear a gown...just be prepared Santana...there's some things"

Santana would have gone in naked if she had to, then again, that probably would have woken Britt up all on it's own. A gown was no issue. Britt had seen her in worse. She barely listened to Ally as she grabbed a gown from one of the nurses and quickly made her way to where the love of her life lay. They'd all been right though. She hadn't prepared herself for how bad Brittany looked. The bandage wrapped tightly around her blonde head was the least that affected her.

The tubes, the machines, the strange noises. It reminded her of when her Abuela had been in the hospital. She hadn't been in the hospital very long before she passed away, but the memories still stuck with Santana. The smell of antiseptic. The puff of the blood pressure cuff. The beeps that alerted everyone that she was still in-fact with them. The only noise she wasn't use to was the thump-thump-thump that was also vibrating throughout the small room.

"...She needs her Peter Rabbit blanket...and...I need to find Nemo for her...she can't sleep without Nemo."

Sitting in the chair next to the blondes bed, Santana didn't even hesitate to grab Brittany's hand. Not pulling back when she felt how ice cold it was, only using both of her own hands to rub some friction into them. Get the blood pumping to bring her Britt back to her. It broke Ally's heart more and more to watch as the minutes went on.

"When she's moved into a regular room, the ICU won't allow any of that stuff...silly rules I know...but, we need to talk about some things Santana...things about Britt"

"...She didn't tell you, did she?...about our fight in the hallway?"

"Fight? No. Goodness no, I hadn't spoken to her since that morning when you picked her up in school. I don't know about any fight, but there are things, even more important things."

Nothing else seemed quite as important to Santana. She was slowly started to descend into the self blame for the accident. For staying home from school for three days. For turning off her phone. For deciding to be a stoner like her idiot of a brother instead of worrying about her beloved Britt.

"What could be more important?"

It was then that Santana noticed the one most out of place thing in the small room. The thing that hadn't been on her Abuela when she'd been in the ICU. The one thing that now stood out like a sore thumb to Santana. Tilting her head to the side like a confused puppy, she chewed down on her lip before looking up at Ally with a confused expression on her face.

"...Did she do something to her stomach?...Why do they have a monitor there Mom?"

She heard the thump-thump-thump grow louder and louder, but she didn't want to acknowledge it. The issue that had started their drama in the beginning of the week, that had started the mess that they were currently in. No. That was just not happening. Miss. Holiday had promised that.

"...Baby...she's pregnant."


AN: Please review! :)