A/N: Two-shot, possibly Three shot. Will update later in week. Not my usual style of writing, found it a little hard but I tried. Trying to expand my writing. Sorry for shortness, I wrote it during work today.
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Named after A Day To Remember's - Have Faith In Me.
Warning: Character death.
Disclaimer: I do not own Glee simple as that.
Brittany's POV
They say when someone close dies they'll always be there watching you. I never believed that because one person can be close to hundreds of other people, so how would they watch over me? One person out of those hundreds. Then I remember being told that your soul mate will always be there no matter what, Santana told me that and I believed her, until that night.
It was two months ago when I heard her last words. Three simple words we said to each other almost every hour of the day. A simple, 'I love you' and that was it. A second later she left me forever. They told me that a drunk driver had hit her.
That's all that there was to it, clear and simple. A person who wasn't supposed to be driving drove anyway and took the love of my life. The one I was supposed to spend my life with and build the perfect life together, complete with children and the house. She proposed two weeks prior and then she was taken away from me.
When I got the call I thought it was a joke and expected to see her slumped on the couch with her feet on the coffee table but no, I never saw her in her lazy day clothes.
They told me I couldn't see my own fiancé's body. Quinn had to physically restrain me from destroying the hospital and everything in my path. How could they stop me from seeing her? I was angry at them, the drunk driver and everyone else but mostly I was mad at Santana. She was the one who told me that your soul mate never leaves you but there I was, alone without her.
The funeral itself was painful enough. What was the point? She wasn't there anymore so nothing mattered. The casket was closed as the priest spoke about her soul and her ascension in heaven. I knew if she were here and saw this she'd scoff at the thought of her going to heaven. She used to tell me that when she died she wouldn't go to heaven she'd go straight to my heart. Our hearts and souls would be combined meaning that we'd never be without each other again but as I sat there I couldn't feel her in my heart.
Every night I'd go to sleep and wish that when I woke up Santana would be there looking at me with that stupid smirk that I love. Day after day, I never saw that smirk again. When I heard a sound I'd jump out of bed and run to the source only to be disappointed.
Puck, Sam and Mike would come over every Friday night and just sit in the living room drinking beer. They were like brothers to her. Every Friday they'd come over, drink some beers and play videogames. She told them the purpose of their 'bro nights' was so that they could keep the pack together. Secretly I knew it was because she missed me because I'd be working all night and wouldn't be home until midnight.
After she left us I'd find Puck, Sam and Mike on the couch. I knew they weren't ready to let go of the tradition. It was like the last thing they had that connected them to her. That was why I gave them the key and let them stay until midnight, just like old times.
I'd enter the room and see four bottles opened on the coffee table. They always left that last bottle for her, even though they knew she'd never come back. The looks on their faces was indescribable. They'd sit in complete silence, drinking their beers and just stare at that untouched bottle sitting on top the table.
Every Friday that bottle always remained full because none of them would ever touch it. Once the beers were all finished all that remained was that last bottle, untouched. I'd have to fight back the tears every time I poured its contents down the sink. It always reminded me of the fact that she was gone and would never come back. One day I just gave up and threw the bottle against the wall. It was unfair for her to leave me here by myself. That night I cried non-stop until my body couldn't physically take it and I simply passed out on the bed.
I remember when she didn't finish her beer and I'd pick it up to pour it down the sink she'd always stop me. She'd tell me it was a waste and she'd just put it in the fridge and drink it later, even if it was flat. I'd always laugh at her face when she'd pick up that same beer the next day and scrunch her face with disgust when she tasted the flat beer. That's when she'd pour it down the sink. No matter what she'd never learn from that and it'd happened more than a few times.
I missed her small quirks and strange behaviour such as that, another thing that I'd never experience now that she was gone.
Eventually Quinn and Kurt would come over with food because over time they complained that I wasn't eating enough. They'd force me to eat and would constantly tell me that with time it'd get easier and to not give up. I don't think they realised that I gave up the day she died.
Suddenly one day I just collapsed into a pit of darkness. I don't know what happened beforehand, all I know was that I was falling and I couldn't stop myself. She wasn't there to hold my hand. Honestly I thought that was it and the thing was, I didn't care.
Next thing I know I woke up to the sound of constant beeps and blindingly white walls. I saw wires attached to my body and my parents as well as her parents in the room. They were holding onto each other as they tried to fight back their own tears.
"Oh my baby!" I heard my mother as she jumped out of her seat to caress my forehead. I could see the sad looks on their faces, I almost felt bad, but I didn't. It was like I was void of all emotion from that stage.
The doctors told me the collapse was due to my poor nutritional state and exhaustion. I was put on a strict diet so my body could function normally once again. They recommended I see a grief councillor as well to deal with my loss.
They let me out a few days later but there was no point, I still felt like a prisoner in my own home. Since Mr. Lopez was a doctor he'd drop by daily to check up on me and my mother practically followed me wherever I went. Not to mention I always had Quinn hovering above me while I ate, always making sure I ate everything.
Now here I am, in my house alone for once two weeks after my visit to the hospital. My condition improved slightly and everyone thought it was safe to leave me on my own for one night. I couldn't be more relieved.
As I close my eyes I feel a familiar touch on my cheek, followed by a voice that I thought I'd never hear again.
Narrator's POV
"Brittany." A voice broke through the eerie silence.
"Brittany." The voice repeated over and over until the eyes of the broken woman fluttered open.
As ocean met earth a smile broke out on the intruder's face. The two eyes stared intensely at each other, neither of the two refusing to break eye contact until the intruder leant forward and kissed the surprised woman.
"Santana?" Brittany asked in utter disbelief. There in front of her was her soul mate, Santana, the same woman who died and left the world just two months ago.
That stupid smirk she missed so much appeared on the intruder's face, "Yes."
Brittany's POV
Everything felt so real. Her touch, her lips, her voice and her smile. It all had to be a dream.
"No baby. It's real." I heard her say; even her voice sounded so real.
"It's the real me." She said. It was almost like she was reading my mind. Can she read in my mind?
"Yes baby. I can read your mind." She chuckled. That laugh, I've missed it so much. I don't care if this is a dream or not, I miss her too much to even care.
"It's not a dream. It's real and like I said, I'm not leaving. Soul mates are always there."
The tears were running freely down my face as she gently thumbed them away. This is too much, after praying and wishing so hard she's finally back here with me. I can't help myself when I surge forward and wrap my arms tightly around her. She still smells the same, like coconuts and vanilla.
Suddenly my hands brush against something that I don't ever remember being there. I pull back and manoeuvre my body so I can see the mysterious objects on her back. My eyes widen in absolute shock when I notice the black body length wings on her back. This definitely had to be a dream. She looks at me sheepishly and kisses me once more. I think she read my mind because I could tell she wanted to explain.
"This isn't a dream sweetie. The wings are real, I'm real…sort of." She looks down sheepishly and bites her lower lip nervously, "It's a long story."
"We've got all night." Dream or not I was determined to stay up all night just to stay with her. I place another peck on her lips because I never want to be without those lips again.
"Let me start from the beginning."