AN: This is my first multi-chapter fic, and it's been a head cannon of mine for a while. I hope you like it! Please review the prologue so I can improve my writing!

Prologue:

"Want cheddar or swiss?" Brittany Pierce-Lopez asked her wife as she prepared lunch.

"Swiss." Santana smiled as she looked back over. "Why do you still ask?"

Brittany shrugged and finished making the sandwiches as she set them in Santana's lap. She gave a happy sigh and rested her head on Santana's shoulder. She poured some chips on the darker girl's plate.

Santana nodded, her mouth full of cheese and ham, "We need to come up with-" she said but got interrupted when the phone in the kitchen rang.

"I'll get it." Brittany called as she got off the couch and picked up the receiver, her jaw dropped at the voice on the other line, "But, I just... and Santana... really? Iraq? Again? Yes sir, no sir. Yes sir." Brittany hung up the phone, all the happy color that was once on her pale face faded and disappeared completely.

"Are you okay baby?" Santana asked.

Brittany felt dizzy, she stumbled over to the couch, she felt like she was going to throw up, she opened her mouth to speak and nothing came out except a big heap of vomit, pretty soon all the color disappeared from her face and she completely went black, collapsing to the floor.

She awoke to Santana standing over her, a wet washcloth on her forehead. "What happened? You answered the phone and passed out." Santana said.

Brittany sprung forward, her head was pounding and the room was spinning. "War." was all Brittany could get out, and the Latina stood there, frozen. They just found out their surrogate worked and now Brittany had to go and fight. The two sat there on the bed, hugging each other closely and sobbing. They knew Brittany wouldn't make it out alive, and it killed Santana inside.