This was initially a Callie/Arizona story I wrote and I seriously think that it will have success as a Brittana story. I've rewritten it because this story I one I hold close to my own heart and I think it deserves to have some fresh air breathed into it. And who better to do that with than with my favourite ship, Brittana. I hope you enjoy!

Prologue; Dark Blue
"Have you ever been alone in a crowded room,
When I'm here with you."
- Dark Blue, Jack's Mannequin

"Remind me again of how you convinced me to do this?" I can hear the joking tone of Brittany's voice as she looks at herself in the floor length mirror attached to the back of our bedroom door; her shirt's rolled up over her belly, her hands folded at the swell of her breast to hold it in place.

"You didn't need any convincing at all. It was your idea remember?" I wrap my arms around her as much as possible. I can't help but grin, the contrast of her cream skin against my caramel arms never failed to set the butterflies in my stomach free to flutter around. "Plus you know you wouldn't have it any other way." I kiss her temple knowing she'll agree with me.

"I suppose so. But I think you'd look really hot with a baby belly. But otherwise, I was only kidding." Her laughter starts to fill the room and I can't help but smirk. "Kidding, you get it."

I give her a 'You've got to be joking' look. "Seriously, Britt-Britt?"

"This is what happens when you work with kindergarteners all day, your standards in humour go straight down the toilet." An evil grin creeps across her face.

"Hey! You say I'm funny all the time. You take that back." I say in the most serious tone possible, trying as hard as I can not to laugh.

"I was joking, San. Lighten up." she says with a smile. "I love you, you know that?"

"Yes, I do know that. And I love you too." I pull her as close as possible and kiss her before focusing on Britt's baby belly, rubbing my thumb against its rounded edge. "And Mami loves you too and she can't wait to meet you in three more weeks, because Mami and Momma are going to love you so much. When you get older we're going to make you eat your vegetables, we'll make sure you wear your helmet when you ride your bike, and we'll accept you for who you are. We're going to do all those things and so many more because we love you." I kiss Brittany's stomach quickly before I look back up at her.

Her pristine smile is gone, replaced with a trembling lip. Her sparkle in her eyes is gone, and replaced with tears that are streaming down her face. "Britt, what's wrong?"

I sit down on our bed, pulling her into my lap and taking her into my arms. She buries her face in the crook of my neck; I can feel her hot tears running down my chest. It's killing me not knowing what's wrong, why she's crying. "You can tell me anything, you know that, don't you?" I can feel her nodding against me. "That means that you can tell me what's wrong and we figure out together, okay?" I run my fingers through her hair like she did to me all those nights I was upset over my Abeula's reaction when I told her I loved Brittany.

We sit there in silence, and it's the silence that scares me. She usually responds my now; there's only one thing left for me to try, try and make her laugh. "Hey Brittany, you're so fine. You're so fine you blow my mind, hey Brittany. Hey Brittany!" I cheer into her ear.

I can feel her body shaking against mine as she chuckles a little. She leans away from my neck, looking me in the eye. "I have a feeling. It's not a good feeling, San. Something is wrong, I just know it. Something feels off."

"Honey, its okay you're just nervous. You've you got yourself made as white as a sheet." It was true, Brittany's usually rosy cheeks where wiped away and her entire face looked as if she'd seen a ghost.

As she begins to speak she picks up my left hand and starts playing with my wedding band. "Santana, you don't get it. I had the same feeling the day, the day that." Brittany doesn't finish her sentence. She looks down and focus and the rings on my finger.

She doesn't have to say anything more; I know exactly what day she's refering to. I know how hard it is for her to talk about high school, most specifically the day of the mash-up competition; people never seemed to notice but the consequences of Finn's actions took as much of a toll on Brittany as it did on me. So I don't push it, I know that it's now time for putting on a brave face. "Britt, you're going to be fine. The both of you are going to be perfectly fine. We're going to see Quinn today, and she'll tell you the exact same thing, sweetie. You know I'm going to be there for you the entire time. Just relax, Britt-Britt." I kiss her temple reassuringly.

"Okay, I still feel like something's wrong but like you said we're going to see Quinn and she'll tell us what's going on. I can't believe that Quinn I going to deliver our baby, who would've thunk?" She looks up at me. The smile that has surprisingly appeared on her face doesn't mask the fear I can see in her eyes. I wish I could make it go away.

"I know, who would have thought? But then again Quinn's the only one I'd trust down below your belt querida." She giggles as I wrap my arms around her protectively, which causes her to wince. "You okay?"

"My stomach is kind of tender, it's okay." She says faking a smile yet again, making knots of nerves form in my stomach.

"Okay, Britt. Let's go see Quinn." I say, knowing that it's possible that she's right.

As I open the passenger door to Brittany's yellow Jeep Wrangler, I hear her exhale a deep breath. "It's going to be okay, Britt." I give her my most convincing smile, hoping she doesn't see through it like she always does. I take her hand in mine and help her out of the car.

"Thank you." She has a look of discomfort on her face; I give her a look hoping I don't have to ask. "My stomach hurts, its just nerves that's all." She gives me a smile that was just as fake as my own.

"Do you want me to get a chair so you're more comfortable?"

She quickly shakes her head, "I can handle it." She squeezes my hand as I shut the car door after her. I hope she's right.

Something about walking through the doors to the hospital holding her hand felt surreal. I can't quite think of why but something about it seemed like I was in the middle of a dream rather than reality. But I shake it off.

As we approach the nurses' station I notice a certain blonde down at the end of the hall. I can't help but smile. It felt good having Quinn here for Brittany and me. There was something about having her here that made me feel that Britt and the baby were safe. And that was all I needed.

"Quinn! Quinn Fabray!" She turns around and gives me a smile that I haven't seen on her face in years. "Come here, girl!" I can't help but chuckle, it was good seeing one of my best friends again.

As Quinn starts walk towards us, I feel Brittany squeeze my hand tightly. "Santana." Her voice is wavering and I can tell something's wrong. I look at her to find an absolutely terrified look on her face. "Santana. I'm, I'm" The fear causes her to be unable to finish her sentence.

I look down. Her light wash pants are stained with a growing blood stain. Blood is beginning to create a puddle on the flood around her shoes. Her grip on my hand is gone before I know it. I manage to get my arms around her to catch her as we both make our way to the floor.

Her teeth are clenched in pain, as gut-wrenching cries begin to leave her mouth. My heart feels as if it's stopped. "S-Santana, S-San. I'm s-scared." She manages to get out between her cries. It's a dagger in the heart, because I can't fix this. I do the only thing I can do.

I grab her hand, "I'm here. I'm here. I'm not letting you go. It's okay." I say as calmly as possible. "You're not alone, I'm here." I kiss her forehead, because it's all I can do.

"Don't leave me." Her words are barely more than a whisper.

"I'm not going anywhere. I love you."

They are the last words out of my mouth before we're surrounded. Surrounded by reminders that tell me she'll survive this, they both will. They have to. I won't be left alone in this crowded room.