When an attempted suicide happens on the same floor as Santana's dorm, and everyone is out for the holidays, Santana is forced to help the girl who tried to end it all. She gets a better understanding of a blonde girl named Brittany Susan Pierce. Can Santana help pick up the pieces of a complete stranger?

This is my first fanfiction so bear with me here. I know I'm not the best writer, but I figured I'd give it a try.

"This is it…" Brittany thought. "This is the end of my so-called life." Brittany was crying uncontrollably as she put the letter she wrote to her roommate and family that she decided not to see over the holiday weekend.

"Dear Family and Friends,

I'm terribly sorry for the decisions I chose to make on this day, September 19, 2011. I do not want you to grieve, for that is the farthest thing I want to happen. I hope you can forgive me eventually for this decision, but I can understand if you cannot. You just don't understand the pain I have been going through, I've tried to seek help and I cannot find another way out. I know suicide is selfish. I know that you will miss me. I know that what I'm doing is wrong, but I cannot keep walking this planet feeling the way I do. I love you all, I want you to know that. Don't dwell on this. I promise, I will be just fine.

-Brittany Susan Pierce."

Brittany got ready for what was ahead of her. "I'm just glad no one is here for the holidays to stop me." Brittany climbed on the chair and wrapped the rope she had around her neck. She breathed in really deep and exhaled. Sobbing and hysterical, she took in one more breath before kicking out the chair. The chair hit her dorm door really loud, as did her legs and she started suffocating.

Santana was silently reading a book in her dorm room when she heard a loud thud in the dorm room next to hers. "I thought everyone was gone for the weekend…" She whispered aloud. Many more tiny thuds came from the room. She grabbed her phone and wandered over to the next room.

"Hello?" She said quietly. "Is everything okay?"

The door kept getting hit and Santana pushed it open and heard a loud thud to the ground. Wait a second…

In front of Santana lie a very beautiful blonde girl with a rope around her neck. Santana started panicking. "SHIT. SHIT. SHIT." She said very quickly. She pulled out her phone and dialed 911."

"911. Please state your emergency."

"My name is Santana Lopez, I'm at Colorado State University, Ingresoll hall. Off of Shields and Elizabeth. There is a girl here who tried killing herself. She's barely breathing. She hung herself. Please, come help her. Please, please, please." Santana said starting to cry into the phone.

"We're sending an EMT right away ma'am. Stay on the line. Have you tried giving her CPR?"

"No, no. I'm trying to get the rope off her neck. Oh my god, she's so pale." Santana was trying her hardest to get the rope off of the girl's neck. "Wake up, please. Wake up." Santana started pushing on the girl's chest and counting. She placed her lips on her and exhaled into her mouth, then continued pushing. The girl started coughing. "Thank God." Santana thought.

The EMT's arrived at the room and wheeled the girl off to the hospital.

"Ma'am, would you mind coming with us to the hospital? We need to ask you a few questions." One of the EMT's had stated. Santana nodded and followed him out of the dorm room. Before she left, she grabbed a piece of paper that looked like a suicide note.

"Did you know the girl who tried to commit suicide?" The EMT asked.

"No. I heard a loud noise in the room next door. I thought I was the only one left in the dorms so I went to check it out. She had put the rope in the top of the door."

"So, if you don't know her…Why did you try to save her?"

"Is that even a question? She's a human being, and I may be a bitch but that doesn't mean I'm going to let some girl die in my arms if I can't help it." Santana retorted.

"Sorry to upset you ma'am, it was just a question." He said before walking away.

Santana turned to the receptionist at the front desk. "Am I free to go?"

"Just one more question…do you at least know the person's name?"

Santana pondered on it for a moment and remembered the note that she picked up from the girl's room. She opened it up and read the bottom name. "I guess I would take a wild guess and say that it's Brittany Pierce." She replied before walking down the hallway. She stopped halfway down the hallway and grabbed the note from her pocket. She ripped it in half and wrote a simple message on the blank section of paper. She walked back to the receptionist. "When she wakes up, give her this."

Brittany woke up with blurry eyes. Where was she? Oh no…it didn't work. Wait. She was in the hospital? How did she get here? She thought the dorm was completely empty. She tried to get up, but her weak body wouldn't let her.

"She's awake, sir." One of the nurses in her room said. A man in a white coat walked up to her.

"Hello, I'm Dr. Sue Sylvester. You mind telling me why you'd want to off yourself?" The doctor asked in a rude tone. She wasn't very nice, obviously.

"Well…does this question really need to be answered? I just want to go home." Brittany said. 'No, I did it because I was sick of being tormented for being gay…' She thought to herself.

"Fine. It's just good to get to know the patients I see. I'll get your discharge papers, I suppose. But I hope to God you got a straight head on now. If it weren't for your neighbor or something, you'd be dead."

'But I want to be dead…' Brittany thought again as the nurse came in with her paperwork.

"Okay, Ms. Pierce. Here is all of your paperwork. And someone left you a note." The nurse handed her the note and walked towards the door. "When you're done, you're free to leave, Ms. Pierce."

Brittany looked down at the torn piece of paper. 'What the hell is this?' She wondered as she opened it up. On the lines a note read: I don't know you. I don't know why I saved you. But you are beautiful. No one as gorgeous as you should feel the need to kill themselves. –S.

Brittany started tearing up at the note. She grabbed all of the paperwork and signed it before they let her go. Brittany was lucky she lived on campus, the hospital was not far at all. She walked back to her dorm. She hesitated before walking into her room when she heard someone clear their throat.

"I…I cleaned up your room. I didn't think you'd want to come back to the mess…" The girl which raven black hair said.

"Thank you…" Brittany stuttered. "Did you…were you the one who saved me?" The girl nodded. "Why?"

"Like I said in my note…I don't know." The girl said before heading back towards her room.

"Wait!" Brittany exclaimed. She reached out and grabbed the stranger's wrist. "Can I at least know your name?"

"Santana Lopez." She replied.

'Santana. Nice.' Brittany thought. "Well…Santana…I don't know what to say to you."

"Why did you do it?" Santana asked.

"I…"