Okay so a new fic idea popped in my head, I'm still doing the others but you know school. Anyway the disease, medicine, and symptoms of both are all made up for the story, because I couldn't find a real one with what I wanted it to have. Anyway please review.

Santana woke with a start. Sweat covered her body, her head was pounding furiously and her stomach churned. She bolted upward and ran to the bathroom. The contents of her stomach came pouring out, Santana felt a horrid burning in her lung and heart. After a few minutes it calmed down, her eyes tightly shut in pain and weakness. Slowly her eye lids fluttered open and watch she saw made her body go numb. Red… blood. The pain in her body was still there, but with a more aching feeling. She brought her hand slowly up to her lips and wiped, pulling her hand away her face paled at the sight of her blood. Panicked she reached and pulled the lever and watched as the evidence swirled down the toilet. Santana struggled to her feet and washed her mouth. She looked up at her reflection and was sickened at the sight. Her hair was a ratted mess, her skin clammy and pale, her eyes blood shot. Quickly she looked down and took in a breath and noticed tightness in her lungs, not able to get the full effect of the breath. Santana walked out of the bathroom and looked around the apartment. Kurt and Rachel were still sleeping soundly since it was their day off from school. Santana went towards her suitcase and grabbed a pair of sweats, sweater, and underwear before walking briskly back into the bathroom and showering. After getting ready she grabbed her leather jacket and started pulling it on when Rachel walked out of her room, towel and clothes in hand.

"Hey, you're up unusually early, where are you going?" She asked. Santana froze and quickly thought of a excuse.

"Um, early job interview," Santana muttered out.

"I thought you worked as a cage dancer," Rachel said confused.

"Yeah I am, but I want a more, less um provocative job," Santana replied quickly. Rachel noticed the too quick answer, but ignored the reason.

"Alright, I'm glad, I'm not too comfortable with you working that job anyway so good luck with this interview," Rachel said smiling.

"Yeah thanks, I'll be back," Santana rushed out of the building. Rachel continued to watch the door before letting the bad feeling go. She walked into the bathroom and started setting up her morning routine.

Doctors Office

"Hello there, sorry for the wait I'm Dr. Wilson what can I help you with um, Santana," the Dr. Wilson asked. Santana fidgeted before answering.

"This morning I, um woke up really shaky and sweating and sick. I ran to the bathroom cause I figured food poisoning or something, but when I- I looked into toilet and I puked… bl-blood," Santana stated nervously. She saw the doctor give a concerned look before writing something down on his clipboard.

"And this has never happened before?" he asked. Santana shook her head; her head started hurting from holding back tears. "Is there any past heart problems in your family, or in your history?" he continued.

"No, not that I know of," Santana replied.

"Hmm, this says you're eighteen, is this correct?"

"Yeah, I am," Santana answered confused by the question.

"Well Santana I'm going to asked you to lean forward a little, I'm going to listen to your heart to see if I see any irregularities," Santana nodded and leaned forward she gasped slightly at the cold touch of the stethoscope. He put it to different parts of her back then moved to her chest. "Hmm, nothing seems unusual, but I would like to take a few blood tests and maybe some X-rays. Could you tell me what you were feeling this morning?" he asked while writing a few things on the clip board.

"Um, I woke up scared, and I don't know why I wasn't even dreaming from what I remember, and I was really sweaty and shaky. My stomach felt sick and I ran for the bathroom and threw up. While I was doing that my chest and lungs burned, I've threw up before and that has never happened, I've never felt like that before," Santana said a little panicky.

"It is unusual, I'm going to send in a nurse and we're going to do some basic tests and see what result we get from them, whatever it is we'll fond out I assure you," Dr. Wilson said giving her a reassuring smile. Santana weakly smiled back and nodded. He walked out of the room and closed the door. Santana then let the tears fall.

Apartment after appointment

Santana walked through the door, the doctor's words ringing in her ears.

"Well Santana we did find some irregularities in your blood and scans. Your tests show problems with your lungs functioning and oxygen intake. The results I'm afraid are something I wish I didn't have to find. You seem to have a disease known as Cardiolium it's a heart problem that affects the lungs. The only honest cure is to retain a new healthy heart and the only treatment is a regular injection of Nilphracine it will help regulate your heart and help the intake of oxygen," Dr. Wilson said sadly.

"What? That's impossible! I'm perfectly healthy! I eat right and exercise and… and"

"I understand, it's not a matter of health. We haven't found the origin of this disease. One out of every five hundred people retain this disease in a generation from what studies show," he replied. Santana sat speechless and the office became completely silent.

"And if I don't receive a new heart?" Santana asked, barely audible.

"Then the chances of you surviving… is a complete zero chance," he voice surprising sad.

"How long?"

"At most… a year, at least? We aren't sure, but as long as you follow guidelines you will get your full year. And these guidelines are no extensive exercise and that means pushing yourself. It's fine to jog for a few minutes at the most, like from your car to the front of the store. Anything else is a no, and eating healthy. Keeping your stress levels low and to keep your heart rate low," he explained.

"What about dancing?" Santana asked.

"No, that isn't allowed, it's too stressful on the body and makes your heart and lungs work harder and you don't want that," Dr. Wilson said sternly. Santana felt her heart drop.

"Santana! Where have you been all day?" Kurt asked from the dining room table where Rachel was also seated eating dinner.

"Where have you been? I don't think job interviews take such a large amount of time, and we made some exquisite dinner, yours in in the heating drawer of the stove," Rachel said. Santana brought her head up and looked at them. They gasped at her bloodshot eyes and obvious tear streaks that ran down her cheeks, her make-up all messed up.

"What happened?" Kurt asked concerned, Rachel stood from her seat once tears started streaming down Santana's cheeks once more.

"Santana?" Rachel asked softly when she to to her. Santana looked onto Rachel's eyes and then broke down in sobs. Rachel wrapped Santana in her arms and sunk to the floor with her.

"Shhh," Rachel cooed. Santana gripped tightly to her

15 minutes later

Santana and Rachel were sat on the couch, Kurt in one of the chairs. Santana's sobs and crying had finally subsided and she was now staring at the floor boards.

"Santana, please tell us what happened," Kurt pressed.

"I… went to the doctors this morning, not an interview," Santana started.

"What? What was wrong? Are you sick?" Rachel questioned.

"Um.. this morning I was… really sick and I panicked and went to the hospital and they tested me," Santana said.

"Tested! What kind of tests?" Kurt exclaimed.

"Um, blood tests, heart tests, cardio shit and breathing exercises," Santana answered.

"Well you're okay right, I mean you're fine it was just a little scare," Rachel said, Santana looked up into her eyes. Rachel saw the sadness and hurt in her eyes before she watched Santana shake her head slowly.

"I… it's a heart disease thing, that affects my lungs and other shit that makes me sick and dizzy and I can't really breathe," Santana answered.

"Well they're treating you right, I mean they have a cure and they are going to give it to you," Rachel stated as if she knew about the disease.

"Well… I- they gave me um medicine, but that only postpones the affects. The only way t-to cure t-this is if… I… a heart. I need a heart transplant or in a year I will be… gone," Santana struggled to keep the tears down again. She looked up to see tears falling freely from Rachel's and Kurt's eyes.

"Then you will, you will get a new heart," Kurt said. Santana smiled sadly at him before dropping her head once more.

"I can't dance anymore," Santana muttered, that brought on sobs from her; Rachel scooted across and wrapped her in another hug. Kurt got up on his feet and went to the other side of Santana and wrapped his own arms around Rachel's, hugging Santana from the back.

1 week later

"Get packing Santana," Kurt said rolling her suitcase up to her, she cocked her eyebrow and closed her magazine.

"And why would I want to do that Lady Lips?" Santana asked.

"Because, we are going to Lima and you're going to sing your feelings to Brittany and you're going to tell your parents and our friends and you're going to make up with your Abuela," Rachel listed off rolling in her suitcase from her room.

"Excuse me?" Santana questioned.

"Of course you're not going to do it all in one day, but over the course of the summer," Kurt said.

"The summer… we're staying in Lima for the summer, what about this place?" Santana asked.

"We'll keep paying for it of course it will be here when we come back, but it's the last month of school, Kurt and I took the privilege in calling your work and we took our finals early, now we are going home and spending time there," Rachel explained. Santana sighed and leaned back.

"You won't be alone in this Santana," Kurt softened his demanding voice.

"Exactly we will be there every step of the way, besides I'm to only one who knows how o inject you with your medicine, so up on your feet, our plane is leaving tonight," Rachel said sitting next to Santana. Santana looked over to her and after debating she let out a small smile.

"Thank you," she breathed.