Brittany tried not to make a sound. She was trembling slightly as she stood, perched on the toilet in the girls' bathroom. The gun shots had terrified her, knowing that everyone she loved was elsewhere. Tears fell down her face silently as the thought of Sam crossed her mind. Brittany tried desperately not to think about unresolved feelings between her and Santana, but the tears just fell faster as she thought that she might never see her again.
Her leg had started to fall asleep, but the rest of her was wide awake. She was aware of other people in the stalls next to her, and it seemed to make it worse knowing that if something happened, she wouldn't be the only one in trouble. The door squeaked open and Brittany heard someone walk in. Her breath caught in her throat, her eyes widened as the rest of her tried to remain as still as possible.
Suddenly, someone tried to push the door to her stall open. She covered her mouth with one hand and used the other hand to keep her balance. Brittany had never felt as scared as she did at the moment. Whoever it was kicked the door open, sending it slamming into the wall of the stall. Brittany gasped suddenly and couldn't stop the scream that escaped her mouth. Another gunshot rang out.
Santana hadn't felt this empty since they had broken up. Not even then, because a part of her had always held tight to the hope that her and Brittany would get back together once again. She looked at herself in the mirror. Santana's clothes looked fine, as fine as they could under the given circumstances. She looked herself in the eyes, bloodshot with not a single trace of makeup. It would be obvious to anybody that looked at her to see that Santana had been crying incessantly.
She sighed deeply as she left the hotel room where she had been staying. The past few nights had been the worst of her life. Some of the others had offered to keep her company, but Santana had needed to be alone, to cope with it. Not that she was completely at peace with the idea; she didn't think that she ever would be.
She pulled up to the funeral, pausing before she left her rental car. She didn't want to see anybody today, wasn't sure how she would end up reacting to seeing...the coffin. Santana walked in, her walk looking graceful to anybody who didn't know her, but to those that did, they could see the hesitation and the grief that was eating her up inside. Santana stopped dead in her tracks as her eyes fell on the coffin. It was a closed casket, thank God for small favors, she guessed.
She slowly and hesitantly walked up to the casket, then kneeled next to it. I don't understand, Brittany. How anybody could do that to you. You were the most amazing person I've ever had the privilege of knowing. Beautiful, kind, caring, smart, understanding, wonderful. Everything you did was a work of art, and everyone here is a better person just for having known you a little. I don't know how I'll ever get over this, get over you. I don't think that I even want to. I loved you, I still love you even now. You can't even begin to fathom how much I wish I could take back everything I said and how much I wish I had never let you out of my life. You made me into a better person, and now that you're...gone for good, who knows how much havoc I'll wreak now. Santana smiled as she looked up, her eyes glistening with tears and her cheeks streaked. I have no doubt in my mind that you're up there right now, looking down on all of us. You have always been an angel, even when you were down here with us. Heaven doesn't even know what they've got with you there. I miss you so much that it's killing me right now, Brittany. I'll never forget you.
Santana didn't bother to wipe away the tears she had as she got up and walked out. She didn't have to listen to someone else talk about how amazing Brittany was. Santana knew it all.