The ringing of the church bells echoed throughout the hall of the small chapel, all sound dissipating after the last chimes.

Santana sits with her arms folded over one another shielding herself from all that surrounded her with her legs crossed revealing a little too much for the setting. Her face remains unmoved and uninterested as she sharpens her nails that had resembled claws most of the time. Every now and again you could hear a sigh escape her as if she was bored with the thought of listening to a man in a cheap black cotton robe talk about God for an hour. Somehow she withstood the need to make any snappy comments about the whole ordeal, which was mostly due to the fact she didn't want to wake the sleeping blonde who clung to her left arm with no intention of letting go. Praying always made her slip into a deep comatose and Santana didn't mind when the blonde stirred whispering incoherent words as her shoes tapped against the pew in front of them. Brittany was peaceful in a state of slumber and Santana could only remove her usual bitch face to look at the blonde with endearment and awe.

Mass had ended thirty minutes ago but the pair still remained in the confines of the back row with no sign of leaving. Father Michael noticed the two of them from the beginning, he hardly saw any teenagers in the church but for some reason they had managed to catch his eye, and without hesitation he quietly walked to the back of the church with a friendly smile upon his face hoping to introduce himself.

Santana didn't acknowledge his presence as he stood there stupidly extending his hand to the Latina who obviously had no intention of dropping her nail filer to touch his God praising hand. It only took a simple glare from her to convey the message and the Priest slowly lowered his hand as he decided handshakes were probably too formal for kids these days, "Hi, I'm Father Michael. I haven't seen you around this particular parish and would like to-" His kind words were immediately cut short as Santana shot another glare his way, this time putting the nail filer down emphasizing her words with appropriate hand gestures, "Listen man dress, I'm only here because my Dad makes six figure checks and promises me twenty percent of that green green cash if i praise the Lord once a week. So you'll stand up there with your wheat thins and cheap wine and i'll sit in the back, my friend here will take a nap and i'll pretend to file my nails for Jesus, okay." A feigned smile crawled its way to her face as she tilted her head to the side, lips curled in a devious manner.

The Priest stood there motionless but not at all surprised. He had dealt with teenagers before and was used to the rude and inappropriate behavior, but there was something different about this particular girl. She had a harsh tone to her every word as if she wanted them to leave an impression but the focus was hardly on the content of what she was saying but rather on the very act of whispering it. She didn't seem like she respected the house of the Lord nor cared about the traditions that they followed; she wanted to come off as soulless and uncaring but she did seem to care about her dozing friend, and caring meant having a heart.

He nodded his head is agreement giving Santana the satisfaction that she didn't just rule the school but had also successfully commanded full dominance over Lima. When the echo of his footsteps soon faded Santana let the tenacious expression leave her face as she turned to Brittany who was beginning to wake up. The creases of her eye lids opening as a yawn managed to escape the blonde and in turn caused Santana to smile.

"Did they sacrifice a cow?" Brittany muttered in her recently awaken haze as she stretched out her arms. Santana lifted herself from the church pews stringing the blonde with her,"No, Britt. No cows were harmed, just bread and wine." Brittany's face broke into a smile, her obvious relief that no animals were harmed, "Does that mean they killed a loaf?" She said with the same seriousness that Santana had learned to deal with over the years. "You can't save everything Britt, come on let's get out of here before Man creep the Priest comes back." They both giggled as they left dangling against each other, pinkies firmly linked together.

No one knows why Santana really goes to Church, sure her Dad encourages her to attend but that's only because he thinks it will instill good morals into her behavior, but obviously that didn't pan out the way he expected seeing as his daughter is just another slutty cheerleader (or former cheerleader). But no one knows the real reason why Santana actually goes.

Sometimes she prays but no one will ever hear the things she is sorry for. She isn't a religious person but even she finds moments in her life where she has no one to turn to but someone who is probably a collective figment of everyones imagination.

She takes Brittany with her every Sunday and they sit in the back of any Church. Brittany usually sleeps but Santana sits there praying even if she isn't on her knees, she prays. Internally she processes the things in her life that she is grateful for, the most important being Brittany.

No one knows why Santana does the things she does; her constant bitchiness and status obsessed ways are all meaningful but no one would figure that out. They don't know that she made a deal with God to save the life of her best friend and they will probably never know the things she has given up for the blonde.

Love is worth all the sacrifice at least in her eyes and she has made many along the way only hoping she would never have to relive the day that changed everything.