Yes, I will randomly name chapters after song lyrics. Deal with it.

Santana glanced at Brittany through her thick, dark curtain of hair. The blonde was looking straight ahead, blue eyes unreadable. Santanna bit back a sob. She didn't want to be sad if Brittany wasn't sad. Santanna returned her eyes to the daisy chain in her hand.

She tried to make a hole in the daisy stem with her finger, but her nails were short and rounded and her hands were shaking, and Santana accidently ripped it. Brittany looked over at the daisy for a moment. She suddenly looked sad; not for herself, but for the flower, beautiful and delicate and broken. Santana tossed the flower aside and picked another.

She succeeded this time, and she tucked the daisy into the long chain, then made another loop and closed the chain. She motioned to Brittany, and Brittany shook back her long blonde hair and let Santana slip the chain over her head. Brittany bit her lip and smiled shyly at Santana. "How do I look?" she whispered hoarsely.

"Beautiful." Santana said, and then she was crying, and Brittany was crying, and she reached out and pulled the blonde close to her. Brittany sobbed into Santana's shirt, and Santana felt warm tears soak through the silk. Santana tried to supress her sobs, but they bubbled out of her in small, primitive noises. She'd never felt anything like this before; such pure, complete sadness, it was almost ecstacy.

Everything was slipping apart at the seams, and Brittany was the only thing she had left to hold on to, and so she held on to her as tightly as she could as the world spun around her.

She didn't know how long they stayed there, but after their sobs had died down, and when Brittany raised her tearstained face from Santana's chest, she looked Santana directly in the eye and said, without a hint of a quiver in her voice, "Santana, don't let them break you. No matter what they do, don't let them break you. And don't you ever, ever forget me."

Santana dissolved into tears again, but Brittany put her hand under Santana's chin to tilt her face upwards and silence her crying with a kiss, and then another.

When Santana's mother came down the two steps into the garden, dragging Santana's huge suitcase, stuffed with all her worldly possesions, and stood there looking down at them with tight lips set in a smile, Santana didn't even look up at her. She was beyond being mad at her. She was beyond forgiving. Instead, she turned to Brittany and kissed her one more time, then tucked a flower behind her ear.

Santana's mother cleared her throat. "Mi querida, your plane's leaving in an hour. We have to go."

My darling. Santana thought. Empty words. If I'm your darling, why are you sending me away? To fix me? I'm not broken. I was never broken.

But she stood obediently, and Brittany stood too. All of a sudden it hit her. These were her final moments with Brittany, for at least a year, maybe more. She wanted to make them count.

She hugged Brittany tightly, pressing her face to Britt's shoulder, inhaling her summery scent. "I love you." she whispered, quietly, so only Brit could hear. "I love you too." And then Brittany let her go, and Santana took hold of her suitcase, and she walked down the path, and then the sidewalk, to her car. And when she looked back one more time, Brittany was standing in the same spot, staring after her. "Goodbye." Santana mouthed, and slipped into the car.

She was quiet on the way to the airport. She didn't cry, and she didn't scream or shout at her mother or her father. It was what it was, and she was who she was. She took Brittany's advice and tucked it into a secret corner of her heart, for her alone.

Don't let them break you.

And don't you ever, ever forget me.

Santanna smiled.

Don't worry, Brit. I won't.