Hello! Here's my new story. A different twist, but a very interesting and promising one. The first 3 chapters are no Brittana action yet because you know, adjust the story and all but there are mentions of Brittana, don't worry. Especially in Santana's side, she's always thinking about her.
I posted this early because I want to see if anyone's interested in this kind of plot, it's really fun, I promise.
Before the 2nd chapter, I'll be finishing Bully and Benefits (Fuck Buddies) There's probably only 3-4 chapters left there. So support that story too!
WARNING: Major character death in this chapter only. You'll see what I mean.
Inspired by Naya's words on Brittana.
Enjoy!
Title: North Star
Summary: "Brittany and Santana are like the North Star, you're always going back to each other." No matter what happens.
Pairing: Brittany/Santana
Rating: T
"Santana, sweetie—my…urgh." Brittany groans, clutching helplessly on the baby bump of her stomach, using the wall as support as she walks to the bathroom step by step. It almost seems like she was climbing up Mount Everest in her state.
"S-Santana," she tries once more, knees going weak as she falls to the ground, whimpering in pain. She eyes the light peeking out of the room and coughs.
"Britt?" Santana wonders, sliding out the gap of the door as her eyes widen at seeing her wife on the floor, helpless. "Britt!" she screams in extreme terror and worry, running towards her with just a towel on, not caring at all as she dropped down to her wife's side. "Baby, what's wrong?" she asks softly, noticing the contortions of Brittany's face change, her body quivering, shattering and kicking away in pain.
"My—My water broke San." she gasps, tears flowing down her cheeks, not knowing why it hurt so much. She had her water break twice before and delivered beautiful babies, but now, she didn't understand how this could be happening. There were obvious signs though, like how she was 3 months earlier than scheduled and there was blood sweeping down her thighs, staining her nightgown.
Santana's eyes widen in shock as the bloodstains begin to enlarge, with Brittany's screams not ceasing.
"Brittany, we, we have to go. Get up honey. Now please." she pleaded, helping the girl up whilst they walk down the stairs slowly, blood leaving a trail on the steps they passed as they neared the final steps. She leaves her to sit on one of the chairs as she grabs a loose t-shirt and boxer shorts from one of the cabinets for emergencies, slipping them on and snatching her phone and keys by the desk before rushing off to assist Brittany once again, leading her out of the house and into the car, making sure to recline her seat so that she would be comfortable.
She runs to the driver's seat and buckles their seat belts, turning on the engine and driving out of the driveway as she hastily dials a number on her phone, after a few rings, someone finally picks up.
"Santana?"
"Blaine! Blaine, Thank goodness you picked up." she sighs, not knowing why she was holding her breath as she speeds through the streets of New York, with a groaning and crying Brittany by her side. It hurts to see Brittany like this, Santana's never seen her in this state before, not even that time when Brittany nearly drowned on the ocean when they were kids and was traumatized after it, never swimming again.
"Hey, wait, what is that? Who's crying?" Blaine asks through the receiver, his voice becoming more clear after hearing how panicky Santana sounded.
"It's Britt, but I don't have time to explain right now, Blaine. Can you please head over and watch the kids? Please? The spare key is by the window." she stammers, sweat dripping down the base of her neck as the situation gets to her.
"Santana—what's—"
"Blaine." she whimpers, finally realizing tears were spilling down her cheeks as her fingers quiver slightly on the steering wheel, voice wavering. "P-please." she begs, sobbing.
There was a moment of silence, besides the crying wails of Brittany who tries to hide it by closing her eyes shut and clamping her lips whilst having a firm grip on the handle. Santana's about to lose it, but she knows she has to stay calm so that Brittany wouldn't go berserk.
"Okay, call me later." he replies, making her immediately hung up and toss it to the back seat, free hand wiping the tears away when a cold hand touches it, tangling their fingers together and pulling it down to the armrest between them, clutching it tightly.
Santana can't help the tears anymore as she realizes the hand she's holding is so cold, and so filled with blood. She blinks them away to see the road clearly but sniffles from time to time—praying to the Lord to help whatever dilemma is happening to Brittany as of now. She cries even more when she realizes Brittany's hand go slack and the sobbing and screaming has stopped. At a stop light, she turns to Brittany and almost breaks as she sees her staring back—with gray eyes, even paler skin and mouth hanging slightly open. It looks worse than death because Santana doesn't miss the way her chest doesn't raise and fall anymore. Was she—no.
"Britt." she says, the hand from the wheel covering her mouth as she starts to hiccup and lose her breath. "Britt, speak to me baby." she pleads, their joined hands tightening when Brittany's eyes suddenly widen and she lets out a couple of breaths, panting non-stop like she just came back from the dead. It was a horrid sight for Santana, one she hopes not to have nightmares of.
"H-Honey, we're—we're almost there." she utters, hands moving to cup pale cheeks, not caring if the blooded one was painting her right side of the face. "I need … need you to be strong for me, okay baby?"
She doesn't get a reply though, but a simple nod as Brittany's eyelids slowly close before Santana shakes her gently, heart beating fast once she saw them nearly shut. "Britt. Britt, please don't do that, stay awake baby—just keep them open." she begs, stoplight turning green as she lets go and hesitates to avert her eyesight on the road, wanting nothing more than to check if her wife was still breathing—alive. The tears came even more when they finally arrive the hospital, Santana whipping the seatbelt and door open as she runs to the other side, opening them to carry Brittany bridal-style, her blonde head bobbing up and down at the movement, eyes colorless and dead-looking as she doesn't bother to close the car door but pushes the glass ones of the hospital instead, rushing to the directory with one of Brittany's hand falling limply to the left side, but the right neatly tucked on Santana's chest, the blood spreading all over her.
"Miss! Miss!" she shrieks, gaining the attention of a few people as she calls out to one of the women behind the desk, clutching tightly on Brittany who still doesn't move but continues to breath—slowly.
"Yes, how may I—oh my! What happened?" A red headed nurse exclaimed, jumping out of her seat and rushing out to the Latina's side, mumbling a few things to the walky-talky stuck on the collar of her uniform.
"My—My wife, she's, I don't know. Please help her." she begs helplessly, watching Brittany's almost life-less body then to a group of people running towards them, pushing a stretcher bed.
"Miss, I need you to put her on the bed." the nurse commands gently, hand placed on her blood-clad shoulder as Santana nods and carefully places Brittany on the said bed, brushing a few strands of hair away whilst rubbing the baby bump that seems smaller than usual—Santana cries at the thought, as they all run to the direction of the ER rooms.
"Britt, look at me baby." she cries, eyes locking down on hers as they run and run.
Brittany struggles to lift a hand to Santana's cheek and cups it, running her thumb over smooth tanned skin whilst smiling weakly. She covers Brittany's hand with her own, closing her eyes to fall into the touch, tears streaming down her face when her wife coughs all of a sudden, snapping her eyes open to see blood escaping Brittany's mouth, making Santana whimper and cry aloud, gripping the cold hand tightly with her own when they reach the room at last.
They stare at each other, Santana praying and wishing nothing wrong will happen inside when she leans down to kiss Brittany sweetly, pouring all the love she has to her.
"Miss, we need her inside now." the nurse instructs, pulling Santana away from the bed.
"San—I—." Brittany barely manages to say, tears running down her cheeks, as they look at each other for what Santana hopes not—the last time.
"I love you too, forever and always Britt." she croaks out in understanding, watching them take her inside the room, heart beating loudly against her chest at what's bound to come. Santana doesn't even care if her face is sloshed with blood, including her lips that make her taste iron and something odd.
Santana backs up to the wall and slides her body down, burying her face in between her tucked in legs, crying non-stop as people come and go, passing by her with a look of sympathy etched on their faces. Santana doesn't care though; all she wants is for Brittany to come out with her beautiful face, unbelievable body that never bores her even after delivering 2 babies, smile her megawatt smile whilst showing the perfect set of white teeth that causes a reaction to her own lips as well. All she wants is Brittany, is that too hard to ask?
She also starts to wonder how things had gone so wrong, from having a delightful dinner at a fancy restaurant to celebrate their monthly anniversary to a blood almost-dying scenario. They were good—they were too good, sitting down lazily on the couch as they watch re-runs of New Girl whilst munching on some popcorn, heading off to the shower once Brittany mentions the fact they should sleep and get rest before later on, coming out to a crying pained Brittany that broke her heart to pieces.
"Please…" she prays to no one in particular, hands clawing hard on tanned skin, "Please make her safe." she cries, tears mixing with blood, as a few droplets create a puddle on the white tiles. The red glowing light on top of the ER doors mocking her to no end.
It made her chest clench when the light went out and a doctor pushed through the doors, walking towards her slumped body still on the floor. She couldn't tell if he was going to give her good or bad news due to the mask covering his mouth, as well as the bandana shielding many portions of his head, the only thing seen was his hazy, brown eyes that Santana can't read—maybe it's because of her blurry vision from the non-stop crying.
"I take it you're the wife of Mrs. Lopez-Pierce?" he asks, whipping the bloodstained-plastic gloves off of his hands with no emotion—a thing she finally read through his eyes as she struggled to get up, using the wall as support.
She wipes her eyes a bit before nodding, only noticing now how nervous and scared she is. "Y-Yes, that's me." She's silently praying for the Gods, anyone at all—that Brittany was alright, and the baby was safe too.
She can't lose two people in one day, that's too much for a weak girl like her to take.
He pushes the button of one of the attached-sanitizers and cleans his hands, taking off his mask in the process, not making eye contact with Santana. She thought it was because he was vulnerable—which to her, isn't a good thing.
Santana starts to cry again at the thought, fingers touching her lips when she sees the frown and depressed look in his eyes. She wavers, free hand gripping unto her sides to hold her frail body still as she sinks down on the ground again, the bloody portion of her back clothes leaving a trail as she sulks to the floor, wails of sadness escaping her lips. No, Santana couldn't believe it—was— wait, Brittany gone? She shrieks at the conclusion, hands going to her ruffled hair as she shamelessly tugs on them—wanting to feel the pain that Brittany was feeling. No, please no, Brittany can't leave her, not now; not when she has two kids at home waiting for them—counting the other baby. Two kids named Shay and Louis. What would baby Louis and 4-year-old Shay say when she tells the news? Even if she didn't get the confirmation from the doctor, a fool would know better.
"W-why. How. Is she—No!" she exclaims, eyes burning with tears as she bites hard on her lower lip, tasting the blood on her mouth. She didn't care though. Not when the fact that the love of her life—No, please, no.
"I can't—No! No! Please, save her. Oh my god, Brittany! Brittany!" Santana couldn't help it anymore, she needed to see Brittany, she needed to see her friend, best friend, girlfriend, and lover, wife, her soul mate. No, she won't believe this. It's just a dream, Santana wishes it's just a dream as jumps up from her position and rushes to the ER room, ignoring the screams of the male doctor telling her to stop and don't.
Santana trips a bit but regains herself, the door haunting her as it comes closer to view. She slams it open, surprising a few inside and scrambles to the bed with a blanket draped over to hide, Brittany's body. No, no… please no.
"Why are you doing that? What the fuck are you all doing?" she shouts, pushing a few nurses near her as she glares at their faces, not daring to look at—at the bed.
"Miss, calm down. You're not suppose—"
"Fuck off!" she yells, stomping on his foot, making him whimper as she points at every single person inside the room. "You call yourselves doctors? Nurses? Fucking shit! I better see Britt's blue eyes, where is she? Where the hell is she! She has to be alive or I swear- I- s-swear." she says through gritted teeth, already knowing the answer to all but not wanting to believe it. She can't, but she had to. So she turns to the bed and cries out, arms reaching out—wanting to touch Brittany.
Santana falls down on the body lying on the bed, tugging the blanket away, to only stare wide-eyed and jaw-dropped at Brittany's lifeless but peaceful face. Her mouth was tugged up in a small smile, eyes closed—showing Brittany's features to seem contented. But no, Santana doesn't need Brittany to be contented with anything yet, not when she needs her now more than ever—how can she seem so peaceful when, when her babies aren't even passed puberty yet.
"B-Britt, baby…don't scare me please…" she whines helplessly, gripping unto the blonde's sides, head resting on her chest—praying to hear a heartbeat. In all her life, she wanted a miracle to happen now.
"Bab-by, Shay and Louis needs you… Your parents still need you—you're friends need you—Britt, I need you. Don't leave me, please baby—I, please." she sobs, not bothering with the sympathetic stares the nurses and doctors gave her.
"D-Don't go… not now baby. Not now, please. W-We need to see Louis' first steps—and, and Shay's first day of school. Blaine and Kurt's wedding is in a couple of weeks too, baby—oh my god, the baby!" she turns around and eyes them all, questioning through endless crying orbs.
A nurse cuts in and frowns sadly, shaking her head. "I-I'm sorry Miss. It-it seems like the baby didn't live—inside her stomach before she died as well." she explains softly, head hanging down in shame of herself. This was her first death experience—and it wasn't just one—it was two—she felt pathetic. "We, We tried our best to save your wife though but, but her heart was too weak. She was too weak—"
"No!" Santana screamed; crashing her body to Brittany's again, hands intertwining with cold ones, wishing this wasn't happening. She lost two important people, this can't be happening.
"Mi—"
"Britt, wake up!" she groans, cupping pale cheeks as she stares dead straight at the lifeless body of her wife. "Britt! Britt! Please! Don't do this to me, I love you baby. I love you, baby—b-baby, I—I, just." she slides down to the floor once again and sobs, shaking her head. "This can't be real… No, Britt isn't d—no!" she shrieks, rushing out of the room, running until her legs would tire out—ignoring the people around her.
Santana yells and trashes around as she runs and runs, not stopping until finally, her legs go weak and she's stuck in a street she doesn't recognize, walking slowly. All she wants to do now is die, she can't live without Brittany, but she also knew her—their kids could not live without her as well—now that one is left. She doesn't have the energy to cry either.
She doesn't even have the strength to cry anymore, Santana's as good as dead with her shoulders slumped and feet taking her anywhere it would lead her too.
"Don't leave me." she mumbles unknowingly, when a scream from the alleyway to her right piques her.
Santana's rage and sorrow suddenly brings her to this, in front of a group of guys ganging up on a woman.
"Hey come on, we just want to have some fun." one snickers, neither of them noticing she was there, witnessing this sad moment.
"Yeah, you'll like it anyway." another said, chuckling along.
"Just give me 10 minutes and I'll give you anything you want!" the woman exclaims, blocking her face by using the purple purse on her hands.
"Why wait 10? That's such a waste, right boys?" The leaders quipped, high-fiving a lanky dude with long blonde hair.
Santana doesn't know why, but all of a sudden she starts saying. "Get away from her you fucking assholes." she monotones, her voice not threatening or scared. It's sounded like a robot even. Well why wouldn't it when she just lost her other half?
They all turn around and as the leader was about to say something smugly—by the grin on his face—he stops mid-way and she sees all of them stiffen.
Santana quirks an eyebrow curiously. What? Is there a monster behind me or something?
"Shit—who are you?" lanky boy asks, sounding nervous.
"Who are you." she points back, growling. It seemed to have scared two of them though, taking a step back as if she was some kind of horrified being. Did she look that bad?
Then it hit her, Santana most probably had blood all over her. Literally all over her, it covered most of her rather, masking her clean body. Not to mention her face and lips; that must be scary—she's pretty sure her lips are blood red and dried on the corners. When Santana imagines herself, she thinks she might as well look like a vampire or better yet, a cannibal. The raven haired-boy seemed to think the same though, voicing her thoughts.
"Holy crap, is she a cannibal or something Jake?" he whimpers, hiding behind the buffest man—the leader, Jake.
Jake looks like he's the one that wants to hide though—head shaking left and right as if planning an escape route.
"I—I don't know—shit, I think she is!" he squeaks, hands rising up in defense. "P-Please don't kill us! We'll do anything."
Santana rolls her eyes mockingly, wanting nothing more than to laugh at their faces for even believing that cannibals exist—which they don't, and tell them off. But she's not in the mood—no, she just got the worst news she'll ever get and she seriously wants to beat something up to relieve the feelings inside of her.
"Just don't touch the woman and fucking go." she commands sharply, knowing if she caused a fight—Brittany would be upset—she didn't want to upset her even more—especially since she knows Brittany's watching by her, she knows it.
They planted themselves to the walls and scurried away, whispering nothings to each other—Santana would hear as she sighs and eyes the woman, who gets up and walks to her, all smiles and happy like nothing bad was about to happen to her. She pouts at that.
"Oh my goodness, Thank you so much for saving me! I mean really, you cannibals are great with men like them. They're practically afraid of you guys." she laughs, wiping the dust of her skirt. "Like, have you seen Jennifer's Body? It all started from there."
Santana rolls her eyes again, annoyed. "You think cannibals exist?"
Mysterious girl stops any kind of motion and stares at Santana deeply. "Well, duh, aren't you one?"
"No. I'm just a woman who found out her wife and new baby just died and ran away stained with the wife's blood—totally 'cannibal' of me." she sarcastically mocks, head shaking.
"Are you trying to joke me? Because, it's not really working."
"Are you trying to amuse me? Because that's not working." Santana shoots back, shaking her head as she waves Mysterious Girl off and was about to walk away when a warm hand catches her wrist—too warm of a hand.
"Wait—I'm sorry, I didn't get to thank you. Really, you saved my life just now."
Wow, If only I saved Britt—Santana thought sadly, the tears welling up once again, but she brushes it off.
"No problem—just—just be aware next time." she mumbles out, shrugging the hand away—a hand that somehow burnt her skin.
"But I have to repay you something for your kindness—because you saved my life."
"I know, I know, I've heard." she scoffs back, already starting to walk away, the woman following her.
"You seriously saved my life," she repeats, eyes sending daggers behind Santana's head.
"Aren't you making it too much of a deal?" Santana prodded curiously, looking down to stare at her blooded hands, Brittany's blood. How she would give anything to be with her right now, alive and well.
"Who's Brittany?"
"Hmm? Oh she—wait, hold up. How do you know Brittany?" she gasps in shock, stopping in her tracks to turn back to mystifying orbs, only noticing now the gold the color was—something like Edward from twilight but much prettier, much real.
Golden eyes flicker, dark-red lips forming into a smirk. "You said her name." she teases, furrowing Santana's eyebrows in response.
"No, No I didn't."
"Okay fine, you thought of her." she chuckles instead; swaying side to side, making Santana almost think she was floating.
"And how did you know I thought of her?" Santana asks suspiciously, folding her arms together.
Mysterious Girl laughs darkly, like she believes Santana is kidding with her, but the serious look of the Latina's face tells her otherwise. "So you really don't know who or what I am, huh?"
"Other than the fact you scare the shit out of me, no I don't know you. Hell, not even your name"
"Since you saved my life, I'll let go of your insults, but push it and you'll regret it." she points out fiercely, confusing Santana further.
Santana frowns and taps her foot impatiently, wanting nothing more than to be in the comfort of her two young children at home that are her only reminder of Brittany now. After all, they do take into her blue eyes, well not Shay, her eyes were more light-golden brown than blue. Louis had the most beautiful blue eyes.
The Mysterious Girl taps her chin and grins. "Shay and Louis are beautiful names to name your children, but I have to ask—how did you get her preggers if you're a lady yourself?"
Santana's jaw drops almost comically. "Ho—you know what, I'm not even going to ask. But, why are you overreacting so much about what was about to happen a while ago? It's like, you were going to lose your soul or something."
"Exactly!" she beams, lightening up when Santana finally said a statement she understood.
"W-What?"
"Come on, stop acting and just show yourself—no one will see you, I promise. The area is clear"
"Area? Show myself? What're you talking about?" Santana blubbers, stepping back out of fear of the unknown.
"W-Wait…" then it dawned on her, gold eyes blinking. "Are you human?"
Santana can't help but scoff mockingly. "No, I'm alien. Of fucking course I'm human! What kind of a question is that?" she didn't want to curse, or yell for that matter, but the depressing feelings are coming back and she knows any minute now she'll start crying and rant non-stop about Brittany. Brittany and her eyes, Brittany and her beauty, Brittany and her personality. Just all Brittany.
"You're thinking of Brittany again. I'm assuming she's your lover because you though about children a while ago."
"Seriously, stop freaking me out!" Santana growls, flapping her arms to show emphasis. "First off, you're telling me you read minds then second you ask if I'm human. Like, what the heck? Are you high or something?"
The other girl sighs in reply, shaking her head. "Oh well, might as well get this over it." she mumbles, not really answering or explaining herself to Santana, who's currently gaping.
"Here, I'll cut the chase. Hi, my name is Melody, but you can call me Mel. Whoever you're staring at now is a rare fairy-genie. I repeat, rare." she hushes; afraid someone lurking in the dark might hear.
"I must be dreaming." Santana mutters, rubbing her forehead. "Yeah, and I'll wake up in Britt's arms. Yes, this is just a nightmare." she continues, smiling slightly at the thought of Brittany yet again. God knows how much love she has for that woman.
"Oh, so you're seriously in love this Brittany girl?" Melody quips, wagging her eyebrows.
"Okay, stop reading my mind freak." she barks, glaring hard.
"I can't help it, the words are literally floating above your head." she giggles, crossing her arms like what Santana did earlier. "Also, you aren't dreaming. This is the real world and what's happening—is so very real."
"Yeah right." she chortles accusingly, head thrown back rather rudely as Santana laughs it off. "As if fairy-genie's even exist. I don't even know what they are."
"Carrying on, When I said you saved my life, I seriously meant it. Fairy-genie's are very pure and rare. Not a being can vile her or do anything crude to her either. It's a sin, you'll die but as well as the fairy-genie so it's not so much of a win-win situation right? If you hadn't saved me, I would be in hell right now—Literally in pain. That's how punishable our lives can get. That is the biggest rule for us."
Santana stood there, agape, listening just because she had to.
"There are also … you know, rewards if you save or help a fairy-genie such as 'mwah'." She exaggerates, laughing at her own attempt to sound fascinating. "That reward is to give you 3 wishes." She says, holding three fingers up before waggling it playfully.
"Okay, that's it. I'm dreaming, bye uh—Melody. A hospital's around here somewhere, get a doctor." she mutters, pointing to different directions before waving farewell. As she was about to leave, Santana bumps head first against a hard object.
She winces, rubbing a sore forehead and scans the area for anything that might be the reason, but sadly, she didn't find any. She tries again but gets an even bigger bump on the head, making her fall down on her butt, hissing in pain.
"Ouch, what the—" there was still nothing in front of her but that was when she noticed an invisible wall showing itself from time-to-time, widening Santana's brown orbs as she scrambles up to her feet. "The—The fuck!" she yells, stepping backwards.
"It's useless; you can't leave boundaries unless I fulfill your wishes." Melody sighs from behind her, examining her well-polished nails. "So wish out."
"Can I just wake up?" Santana begs, thinking she's gone crazy. She must've hit her head somewhere along the road as she came from the hospital. Yeah that's it.
Melody yet again, rolls her eyes at the stubbornness of the Latina. "Pointless. Just give me 3 wishes and you're good to go. Sayonara, adios, whatever." she groans. Usually, she wouldn't be like this, irritated and sulky. At any other eventful time when someone would save her, she would gladly grant his or her wishes but it seems like this girl is going to be the hardest of the bunch.
That's when Santana goes stiff and an idea hit her. There's no use in thinking this wasn't real, the longer she denied, she's sure she'll go even crazier—maybe hallucinate or some sort. Also, Melody said she'd grant her 3 wishes. But all in all, there's only 1 thing she'd wish for as of now.
Brittany.
Melody, reading Santana's thoughts, immediately shook her head. "Oh no, no, no—don't even—"
"I wish for Brittany to be alive again." she says, eyes locking with gold ones.
The magical girl hesitates and quivers for a second before letting out a deep breath. "S-Sweetie, uhm, I'm sorry but I can't do that. There are certain wishes that can't be granted." she apologizes, twirling a lock of hair. "And one of that is bringing back the dead, who knows, you might just start a Zombie Apocalypse."
Santana sulks even more, slumping down her shoulders. "Then I don't have any other wish." she replies.
Melody jumps in shock, completely taken aback and surprised; never in her life had she met a person who only had 1 wish. 3 wishes weren't even enough for many. She stared, dumbfounded and proud. This girl truly loved Brittany—her love as she says so—It warms her heart and she can't help but mentally kick herself for what's she about to do next. She steps forward and smiles. "There is a way for that wish though." she says softly, clasping her hands behind her back as she watches Santana's face glow quickly, eyes sparkling at the thought of a way for giving Brittany her life again.
"T-There is?" she asks, hopefully.
"Yes, but… there are consequences." she mumbles sadly, knowing if she told the now happy brunette—the result would be worse than the fact she found out her wife was dead.
"I'll do anything, anything. Just please, save her. If you say I'm really in the real world, that I'm not dreaming, and this could be my only chance to save Brittany, I will do anything. I swear," she rambles, eyes pleading to the mysterious fairy-genie.
Melody nods, smile faltering as she fidgets with the corners of her dress. "I will save her, but this wish consumes a lot of magical energy so technically, you'll only have 2 wishes." she starts off smoothly.
Santana smiles, eyes flickering like light bulbs—desperate to get this over with and see her wife again. "Okay, okay. Whatever."
"Another, this won't exactly bring her to life, but rather, we'll go back in time instead." Melody says with a pointed look, narrowing her golden eyes to the Latina.
The Latina quirks an eyebrow confusingly. "So basically, I'm wishing you turn back time?"
Melody shrugs her shoulders indifferently. "Yes, but the 'when' of it will be random, it might be later, 3 years ago, etc… I don't know."
"I'm fine with that." she agrees, tapping her chin when all of a sudden, Melody frowns. "What's wrong?"
"H-Here's the worse part…"
"I don't think there's anything worse than saving my wife." she cuts in, glaring slightly at the girl for even saying that.
"No, believe me… somehow you wish she'd rather be dead—"
"What the fuck did you just say? I will never—ever wish Brittany dead." she growls, starting to get annoyed.
Melody holds her hands up in defense. "Whoa, whoa—sorry, I didn't mean it that way." she reasons, straightening her dress's ends.
"Anyways, as I was saying—"
"—and you better not say that again." Santana warns her, jutting her chin up.
"—right, so the final thing is this, once the wish is granted, and you're precious wife is alive at some point in time—she won't remember you." Melody blankly says, smiling sadly at Santana as she watches the drifts of emotions flash through her brown orbs.
That's when everything drains away from Santana's lithe body. "W-What? I don't understand." she laughs, hoping it was just a joke to get back at her, but the sympathetic look Melody gives her tells otherwise. "B-But, what's the point? I don't,"
"Told you it was worse than—"
"—don't you even dare finish that." she shoots back, fumbling with hurt and anger.
"The reason why that is to happen—well, I don't know." Melody sighs, snapping her fingers to make two chairs appear, gesturing for Santana to sit as well, ignoring the Latina's wide eyes. "It's just the rules. That's the consequence. She'll be alive, in a different time—as well as you—and you'll be affected as well, but you won't go back to being the loving couple as you both are. Separate ways actually. But here's the awesome thing, you'll at least know her." she smiles sweetly.
"Am I like, not allowed to see her at all? Like if the wish happens, yeah we're separated, but is it okay for me to pursue her? Get her to love me again?" Santana tries, wriggling her fingers together.
Melody stiffens slightly. "There are consequences to that too. Chances are, if you get back together—the same thing might happen again—you know, what happened today can repeat itself if you go and 'pursue' her." She quotes, offering a comforting smile. "No one's ever got to experience getting back with their loved partner, and I don't think it's good for you to wait and see either."
Furrowing her eyebrows, Santana gulps. "Wait, this has happened before?"
Melody nods in response. "Yes, died lover and sad partner, save fairy-genie, wish what you wish, granted—wish comes true, lover doesn't remember partner, partner remembers lover. Partner becomes depressed in life, and so on."
"H-Have there been times when they meet? Unknowingly?"
"Yes, those events happen. So many stories to tell in fact. Like one, Lover becomes mega famous and Partner gets to see her everywhere—TV, concerts and magazines. Sad isn't it?" Melody hums, frowning at the situation. "As well as Partner passing by a church wherein Lover is getting married to another. Then, Partner and Lover—high school classmates, hard to avoid right? Oh and my favorite! Lover marries Partner's brother or sister and gets to visit Partner all the time, smooch and cuddle… gosh it must be painful to watch, especially knowing you've had history together… tsk." The golden-eyed fairy-genie sighs, frowning deeply.
"You've done this to someone else before?" Santana asks curiously, wiping her sweaty hands against the fabric of her shorts.
"Just twice. You'd be my lucky third." she smiles, as comforting as possible, cracking her fingers and neck. "So shall we get this started? I want to go home."
"For Brittany…" Santana says to herself, nodding. She would do anything for Brittany, even being separated from the blonde just so that Brittany can accomplish more things in her life. She was too young to die. "My first wish then," she says, taking a deep breath whilst locking eyes with Melody. "I wish for Brittany to live again."
"In other words—you wish for time to go back, when Brittany used to live."
"What's the difference?" Santana groans irritably, wanting to get this over with.
Melody smiles. "Another reason why she won't remember you is so that the chaos that happened now, won't happen again"
"Yes." Santana breathes, feeling nervous all of a sudden.
"And your second wish…?"
Santana bites her lower lip and thinks hard. She needs this second wish to be sure, important. Because that's the last wish she'll get. She needs to think smart when, the thought of her kids come flashing through her mind.
"I wish for Louis, Shay and the third baby to still be a part of Britt's life. They need to be, okay? Since I won't be with Britt, then it's obvious they won't exist. And I know the Brittany now—somewhere up there would hate me if that happens. So please, I don't care how you do it, make my other life donate semen for fatefully—Brittany to use, anything. Just make sure they exist."
Melody grins, finally happy that she could at least make this wish come true without exemptions. "Lucky for you, that can be arranged. I'm one powerful fairy-genie after all." she winks, causing a smile to finally appear at Santana's face once again. "Is that all?"
The Latina quirks an eyebrow back, "Don't I only get 2 wishes? Unless…"
"Oh right, got me there." she mumbles, taking a deep breath. She smiles brightly at Santana and hums. "By the power invested in me, I, Melody shall grant the wishes of Santana Lopez." she jitters, clasping her hands—eyes glowing even brighter if that was possible. Santana can't help but watch in awe—this lady—she hasn't noticed before, was beautiful. Flawless even.
And in that hazy moment, wherein Melody's gold eyes glimmer and her hands create movement everywhere, Santana's vision goes black and she faints. The distant voice of Melody being the last thing she heard—in this side of life.
"Let it be done."
Then snap.
FACTS FACTS!
A fairy-genie, I don't know—is my own made-up magical being. I made them up for my own knowledge only.
Also, I kind of cried at the Brittany dying part—really, I imagined it and no—I don't want that to happen at all. I'll kill myself.
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