Santana's POV

"Hurry up, Britt. We can't be late for Cheerios practice."

"Santana can you help me with my ponytail?"

"Britt-Britt, can't you do it yourself?" I say as I grab the hair-tie from my wrist, knowing I'll end up doing it regardless. I turn around to find her standing right behind me and suddenly, I'm engulfed in a warm embrace. I wrap my arms around my girl and allow myself to get lost in the way it feels; just so right. Britt pulls me into a tender kiss and I can't help but smile like a fool when we break apart, and I see her with the same dopey grin.

"I mean I can, but I like it more when you do it for me." I spin her around and put her hair up for her. I receive a peck on the cheek as a thanks and I pull Britt's hand into mine so we can walk to the car. 'Shit, we only have ten minutes until practice.' I think to myself.
We climb into our seats and I start the engine. Pulling out of the driveway, my hand finds Brittany's over the console. We're running super late, so I pass the 35 mph speed limit and go about 60. 'Okay, we can make it on time. I don't feel like doing extra laps today.'

CRASH

Metal meets metal and my ears ring from the loud noise. What I didn't see was a silver sedan running the red light. It smacked into the passenger side of my car, causing both vehicles to skid into the middle of the intersection. Britt screams and the last thing I remember is pulling her into my lap before hearing sirens and everything going black.

I wake up to the sound of a steady beeping noise. My eyes open to the sight of too many white things in one place and I'm forced to shut my eyes from the brightness. The memory of what happened to bring me into this room floods my mind. Brittany! I gotta find her! A pain shoots in my right arm and I look down to find a fresh row of stitches embellishing the area.

"Hello Miss Lopez! I'm Dr. Roberts. You got into a pretty nasty accident; you're pretty lucky to be alive!" I shoot an incredulous glance to the doctor.

"Yeah, thanks doc, but Britt-" My voice cracks and I feel sick at the thought of her being hurt. It was my fault we got into the accident. In the first place.

"Oh, right. I'll take you to her room. Just allow me to take out your IV." Dr. Roberts takes my hand and slowly pulls the needle out, causing me to wince in pain. Ever since I was little, needles have frightened me to the core. I stand up and start following him through the building. We stop at a room and he turns to me. "She suffered a blow to the head, but mostly bumps and bruises. She's lucky, though. If you hadn't pulled her over, the trauma could've been a lot worse."

I nod and push through the door, not trusting my voice. The sight is unbearable: my strong girlfriend looks so broken and confused. Scrapes and bruises litter her body, causing my stomach to drop. I quickly head over and sit next to her. When I pull her hands into mine, she quickly pulls them back and gives me an even more confused look. "My mom said that you shouldn't hold hands with strangers."

I stare at Britt in shock. "Britt-Britt, what're you talking about? It's me! Your best friend and your girlfriend. Don't mess around like that!" If it's possible, I see her confusion increase tenfold. "Britt?"

"I- I don't have a girlfriend. You're lying, because I totally go out with Artie. I mean, you're super hot, but I've never seen you in my life."

I can't believe what's coming out of her mouth. "It's Santana... Babe, we've been best friends since preschool. Remember? We've been attached at the hip for basically our whole lives!"

"Umm, sorry to interrupt. I just need to check up on Brittany, here. How're you feeling, Brittany? Does anything hurt? Any headaches or pains?"

"Nah, I'm fine, doc. But what happened? I mean, why am I here?"

"You mean you don't remember?" Britt shakes her head and I feel my heart shatter in my chest. How can she not remember what happened? How can she not remember me? We've been together since sophomore year and best friends for fourteen years! My attention snaps back to the doctor as he signals me outside the room.

"Santana, it's my understanding that Brittany doesn't remember the car accident. Have you tried talking to her about anything?"

"Yeah, doc. She couldn't even remember who I was, plus she thinks she's dating her ex!" I tried to mask the hurt in my voice, but fail when a tear streaks down my face.

"The impact must have messed with her memory. It's somewhat common with head trauma. Now, you're going to have to be brave for Brittany. It's not going to be easy, but it's going to be hard for her, too. Tell her stories and things that she might remember. Take her to places that may have been significant to the two of you. You're going to have to jog her memory. But always remember to be patient. It's not her fault, her brain just needs a little kick-start. She'll need to stay here overnight, but you're welcome to stay with her." And with that, Dr. Roberts gives me an empathetic look and walks off.

This is all my fault. I should've been paying attention. Britt's parents are on a business trip; they're gonna kill me. Deep breaths, Santana. Right now you need to focus on Brittany. My pep talk gives me all the courage I need to walk back into that room and get my girl back.

I walk back into the room to find Brittany falling asleep. I sit on the bed behind her and stroke her hair until her breathing evens out.

"I'll do everything it takes, Britt. You love me and I love you, and that's how I know anything's possible." I press a kiss to her sleeping forehead and wrap my arms around her waist. My heart feels like it's about to explode when I feel her hand intertwine atop mine.