A/N: When I first posted this at AO3, I got a lot of asks for a happy ending :) and so here it is... x


Santana's head was fuzzy, the commotion around her muffled her senses. It was all hazy.

She looked down at her hands.

They were covered in a thick red substance. Santana sat there intrigued at the liquid that was coating her fingers. She couldn't quite remember what the substance was.

Her head throbbed painfully, she touched the right side of her head. It was sticky and warm. Her hands that came back were coated with more of the red liquid.

Wait...?

Santana narrowed her eyes and furrowed her brows trying to understand what was going on.

She was so tired. Everything hurt. There was something warm calling for her, it was like a string tugging gently at her soul. She felt it spreading from her chest, she wanted to close her eyes, to walk into the darkness.

Memories of Quinn flooded the blackness behind her eyelids.

A single tear escaped. "I'm sorry."

"Lopez! Stay with me!"

Santana groaned, head rolling back as Sam shook her.

"Lopez!"

It was Sam's voice. His eyes looked panicked.

Suddenly she was off the ground, then world faded away.

/

"I'm leaving for the front line tomorrow."

Santana's posture was rigid, her lips were pulled into a straight line.

Quinn's face paled. She had dreaded the day this would happen. She fought back the tears that were threatening to spill.

"Okay." Quinn stepped forward and wrapped Santana in a tight hug, closing her eyes.

Tears silently streamed down her face.

"Quinn..." Santana swallowed a lump in her throat. "I will come back. Just wait for me. I promise, Q."

Quinn's voice was shaky. "I hate this. I hate it every time you have to leave me." Quinn sniffed, she was aware her tears were staining the front of Santana's shirt.

"I hate having to leave you, Q."

And not knowing if I'll ever come back again.

The unspoken sentence hung between them. The air suddenly grew thick.

Quinn buried her face into Santana's neck, inhaling her scent. Santana smelt of cinnamon, sandalwood and something the was uniquely Santana.

"Stay." Quinn mumbled into Santana's neck.

"Q, you know my father would never allow that. He believes I should follow in his footsteps." Santana's brown eyes were warm, a deep chocolate colour. However, her pain was evident, it was painted in her eyes; in beautiful shades of brown. There was nothing she could do.

Quinn leaned in slowly, resting their foreheads together.

"I love you, Santana."

Quinn's breath ghosted over Santana's lips. Santana leaned in, pressing their lips together gently. Her hands moved to wrap around Quinn's waist, gently pulling Quinn towards herself.

Their kiss was slow but passionate. Their tongues danced to a song their mouths knew off by heart. They shared a breath, their souls entwining.

Santana knew that behind the languid caresses, there was a sense of finality.

The atmosphere around them was charged. It was different to the other times they had parted.

Something was different.

/

Bullets collided with the surface of the desert, ricocheting in all different directions, kicking up dust. In the dying sunset, the dust specks caught the dying light-a purple haze.

Her head throbbed painfully; her hands were caked with dry blood. She smelt metal burning, and the dusty scent she had come to associate with the desert. The sand scraped at her cheek. She searched her memories, trying to piece together the pieces but nothing came. Santana was aware of the dead weight of a heavy body above hers, pressing her to the ground. Her rifle was gone.

It was cold. Cold, now that the sun had begun to go down. She felt goose bumps break out over her skin.

In midst the fray, she heard the cries of her men as they were gunned down.

Santana breathed heavily. The smell of something burning reached her nose. She used her strength to roll the body off her.

Quinn's knees buckled as she watched the two commanders walk up her driveway.

The doorbell rang. She was biting back tears as she opened the door.

"Quinn Fabray?"

"Yes." Quinn's voice caught in her throat. It sounded empty and broken.

The men removed their hats, holding the hat by the brim and it over their chest.

"Sergeant Lope-"

"What happened?" Quinn managed to ask, she didn't want to hear words she knew the man was going to say but she had no other choice.

"They were ambushed. The entire Unit was taken down. That's all we know."

Quinn nodded, not trusting herself to speak.

"We're sorry for your loss, miss."

/

Santana rolled out from underneath the body, dragging her legs behind her. It was then that she recognised Specialist Sam Evan's lifeless face. His mop of blonde hair was matted with sweat, sticking to his once jovial face. Santana felt sick. She wanted to throw up.

Sam's body armor was caked in blood, Santana could make out the distinct shape of 6 bullet holes.

She remembered being lifted up in Sam's strong arms. Santana felt immense gratitude towards the boy. He had used his body, shielding her from the gunfire.

"Fuck!" Santana gritted her teeth together, pain shot up her back as she tried to manoeuvre her body out from under Sam's corpse.

The skin on her leg had been ripped open by shrapnel during the explosion, the skin was gone, and Santana was sure she could see the white of her bone. She noted that a bullet had grazed the back of her left calf, carving out a ravine in its wake.

She tried moving her right leg. It didn't move.

It was as if someone had pulled the plugs and disconnected her brain from her leg. The signals in her brain no longer translated to movement of her body. That was when the panic set in.

It coursed through Santana's body, her eyes widened in alarm.

A bullet buried itself into the ground next to her arm.

"Fuck."

Santana dug her elbows into the ground beneath and used them to propel her whole body forward. Her right leg dragged behind her like dead weight. The ground was hard and rough, it scraped at her elbows, rubbing painfully at the skin.

Santana squinted her eyes, the trench was not more than 10 metres away.

The trench. She needed to get back into it.

/

"You called?" Mike stood in front of her, brow furrowed.

Santana let a small smile grace her lips and passed something to Chang.

It was an envelope. To Quinn

"Keep this safe, Chang."

There was a heavy silence.

"Give it to her when the time is right." Santana spoke closing her eyes.

Mike nodded.

"Sergeant!"

Santana opened her eyes. The classified file sat on her desk. She had read it over and over. It was the details of their attack.

Corporal Finn Hudson, walked in, his face was grim, lips pulled into a thin line.

"Sergeant Lopez." He addressed her curtly.

"What is going on?" Santana asked closing her eyes. This had to be a dream, a nightmare.

"We have orders for deployment in T-30 minutes. All units need to board the aircraft."

"Any information from the front line? How is the situation?"

The corporal opened his mouth but was cut off by an incoming transmission.

"Code red. I repeat code red. Unit B12 S-1 is under heavy enemy attack. code red. Request immediate back-up."

They could hear the persistent gunfire in the background.

"They have alrea-."

The radio cut off.

Corporal Hudson urgently reached for his radio.

"This is Thunderbird 06, B12 do you copy?"

They waited for a response.

It never came.

The white static was never more deafening.

/

Quinn slumped down onto her couch. She felt drained. Her eyes drifted to the picture frame resting on the counter.

Her body moved before she could stop it.

They had taken the photo on the day Santana had left. A year ago. Her eyes drank in every detail of Santana's face.

A year ago she had everything.

She had dreams, now they were dreams that would never be fulfilled.

War had taken Santana away from her.

She wasn't coming home.

/

Santana gritted her teeth, sweat collected on her brow and forehead, her hair stuck to her forehead. Santana grunted with physical exertion. She was nearly at the edge of the trench, she was almost there.

The skin of her forearms and hands were red and raw, the rocky ground had rubbed off the layers of skin. It burned every time Santana made contact with anything. Pain continuously shot up her left leg, a searing pain that made her see stars.

The sound of rapid gunfire was incessant. Both sides continuously firing round after round of bullets. Bullets that ripped into the flesh of mankind like a knife through butter. They fell like puppets with severed strings.

Santana propelled herself forward, pain shot up her leg as she travelled the final few metres.

A gunshot preceded the plash of the bullet as it plowed it way through flesh and dug deep into a pulsating heart.

Santana watched the world go into slow motion.

Her body still moved.

Her mind registered searing pain, it tore through her body. It felt like someone was pulling her apart. The pain exploded outward from her chest. Santana's body crumpled as she tumbled and landed in the trench with a thud.

The blood had already drenched her uniform, bleeding out from the where to bullet had entered. It began pooling around her body, staining the desert clay with an angry crimson red.

Santana's head rolled back. With each breath she took the weight on her chest grew heavy. It held her down as she drowned.

"I will come back. Just wait for me. I promise, Q."

Santana's vision began blurring. Suddenly the pain was gone, the numbness overtook her. She felt tired. Something tugged at her soul, ready to lead her into the darkness.

"I love you, Santana."

The world around her was distorted and distant, like the depths of a murky pond. The once loud sounds of gunfire sounded far away and muffled. The edges of her frayed vision were a intense black-the colour of a demon's eyes.

With the last of her strength, Santana lifted her hand to her chest pocket and reached inside. She pulled out the two items and clutched them tightly in her hand.

She exhaled and whispered weakly to the sky.

"I love you, Q."

The life slowly faded from her mocha eyes, leaving behind a dull brown. The darkness came to greet her, and with a gentle hand He brushed over her eyelids and closed her eyes.

Santana's body lay there, beaten and limp, resting in the final dying rays of the setting sun.

/

"Quinn Fabray"

Her name was neatly printed in Santana's handwriting on the envelope.

Quinn looked at Mike's solemn face. He stood stiffly, his left leg supporting most of his weight.

"Santana, asked me to give it to you. She made sure I survived. She wouldn't let me join her on the mission."

Mike swallowed before continuing.

"I was furious at first. I wanted to fight, you know? I managed to get myself assigned to a different unit."

He gestured to his fake leg.

"She...without Santana, I would've lost more than a leg."

"I think she knew…that...that...we weren't going to win."

Quinn's fingertips brushed the edge of the envelope, she felt a wave of emotions wash over her; a shiver ran down her back. It was as if the envelope contained a part of Santana's soul; rising out like wisps of smoke and whispering softly to Quinn.

With trembling fingers, Quinn carefully opened the seal.

She took a deep breath and unfolded the letter.

Dear Quinn,

If you're reading this then something has happened. I love you. I want you to always remember that.

I'm sorry. I don't know what to say, fuck, I promised you I would come home. I promised you I would be ok. I'm sorry, Q.

I'm at the HQ today, I got the file detailing our attack plan. It's fucking suicide. We're getting deployed within a week. The new kids are eager. I can't understand them. War is not a game. People you care about are killed, blown apart before your eyes. You lose something every day you walk out here alive, knowing a fellow soldier didn't. They were going home in a coffin.

I needed to write this. I need you to know. I see Puck scribbling away in the next room. He keeps telling me that I should write a letter. I think he is the only one understands me.

I just want to thank you. You make me so fucking happy. You have a beauty that nothing can compare to Q. In my eyes you're perfect. Fuck, you even make me sound like a sap, but I don't care. Words can't express the feelings that bloom inside me whenever I am with you. I love you. I regret that I have never told you those words you desperately wanted to hear.

I'm in love with you Quinn.

Hopelessly so, I so stupid, I hate that I realise that now. I can't stop thinking about you. You're my best friend, my girlfriend. You challenge me in a way no one else can, leaving me speechless and breathless. I want you and I need you Quinn.

Fuck, I can't stop shaking.

One day, Quinn, when the time is right. Let me go. Please.

You will find someone else, I will always be your first love, but I may be not your final. I just want you to find happiness, even if it means letting go.

I have a favour to ask of you, will you sing for me Quinn? I have always loved you voice. I want you to sing for me at my funeral, to send me off, for closure.

Anyway, I have to go now. I'm entrusting Mike with this letter. He is a good man.

I love you.

Quinn ran her finger along the rough edge of the paper.

Fuck. I wasn't meant to write that.

There had been something written but it had been hastily torn out, leaving behind a vacant gap.

-Santana

/

Santana cracked her eyes open, harsh white light flooded her vision. She shut them again. In the background monitors beeped incessantly. The gunshots of the battlefield still rang in her ears. Santana winced as she remembered the pain that had tore her apart.

There was a dull throb spreading from her right shoulder and left calf. Santana felt like her whole body was bruised.

The oxygen mask lay over her mouth, assisting her to breathe, ensuring the steady rise and fall of her own chest-an indication that she was alive. Santana felt as though she was outside her own body, an observer, watching as she lay broken and damaged on the hospital bed. It all felt surreal.

"Doctor Pierce, remember to go check on Lopez in 5 minutes. She needs another dose of painkillers."

Santana blinked twice. She was back in her body again.

In a tide of emotions and sensations, she slowly regained consciousness. She felt the rocky ground of the desert below her body morphing into the softness of mattress her. Her nose picked up the smell of disinfectant, but her mind remembered the smell of a mixture of dust and blood. The loud gunshots were replaced with the soft beeping of the equipment surrounding her, and the pained cries of men had faded into soft murmurs in the background.

She was alive.

Santana opened her eyes.

Her eyes were drawn to the blonde that was sleeping on one the the chairs beside her bed. Her head was rested on her arms and her body was curled on the chair.

"Quinn?" Santana's voice was raspy and croaky.

The blonde jolted upright, eyes wide. The hazel eyes searched the room before settling onto her own, sending a tingling sensation down Santana's back. The beeping of the monitors quickened.

"Santana?" Quinn rubbed her eyes before blinking several times.

Santana smiled weakly at her girlfriend. Her hand reaching out and brushing gently over Quinn's cheekbone.

"I love you." Santana's voice cracked a little.

Quinn giggled.

Santana sent her girlfriend a playful glare, before clearing her voice and speaking once again.

"I love you, Quinn."

Quinn's fingers brushed over her hand, gently lacing their fingers together.

"I know."

Santana looked down her their clasped hands; their fingers entwined. The creamy skin of Quinn's hand softly contrasted her caramel ones. A calming sensation washed over her. This was where she belonged.

With Quinn.

She was finally home.

A tall blonde walked into the room. Her voice broke Santana out of her reverie.

"Hello Santana, my name is Dr Brittany Pierce and I have been looking after you for the past two weeks. How are you feeling at the moment?"

Santana nodded. "I think I'm fine. I feel numb at the moment."

Brittany nodded. "We've been giving you painkillers, good to know they are working." Brittany paused before she continued. "Do you wish to know the extent of your injuries? They may be a bit of a shock, but if you know earlier you may be able to begin considering your options."

Santana looked to Quinn. There was a determination the danced around in Quinn hazel eyes.

Santana turned to Brittany and nodded. "I think I need to know."

Brittany nodded.

"When they found you, you were barely alive. It was a miracle that you managed to survive. I'm not sure about the specifics, you can ask Sergeant Anderson later but I can tell you your injuries. You were shot several times, you received bullets to your left calf and to your right shoulder."

Santana winced and subconsciously touched her heavily bandaged right shoulder. Her fingertips brushed across the white material.

"There was severe internal bleeding to your chest area and several of your ribs were broken. You suffered from concussion and a cut to your forehead."

Brittany's expression became serious.

"The nerves have been severely damaged in your right leg, and you will have no feeling below mid-thigh."

Santana froze.

"There may be a chance that the feeling may return through therapy."

Santana was scared. She would have no feeling below mid-thigh, she wouldn't even be able to walk.

Quinn squeezed her hand reassuring her.

...there was still a chance for recovery.

Santana smiled, if she had survived getting shot, she could do this.

"Thank you, Doctor Pierce."

"You're welcome Santana." Brittany beamed. "Oh, Sergeant Anderson was just waiting for you, I'll leave you to talk to him."

Just at the moment, the Sergeant walked in. His boyish face broke into a smile as he saw Santana.

"Sergeant Lopez, welcome back." Blaine Anderson stepped forward and gave Santana a mock salute.

Santana grinned back at him. "Nice to see you again, Pretty Pony."

Quinn smiled at their interaction. She leaned over and gently pressed her lips to Santana's. A tingle ran through her body as she felt Santana's breath hitting her lips. Quinn closed the distance and sighed contently, taking in the the softness of Santana's lips and Santana's cinnamon scent that she had missed so much.

Quinn pulled away, Santana was mesmerised by Quinn's twinkling hazel eyes. The golden specks embedded in the green sparkled brightly. Santana had thought she would never be able to see those eyes again.

"I'll leave you to talk to Sergeant. Anderson. I love you San."

Brittany and Quinn smiled at Santana once more before slipping out of the room.

Brittany turned and whispered to Quinn.

"She's a fighter."

/

Quinn's fingers ran through Santana's raven hair, gently massaging her scalp. Santana's head rested in Quinn's lap, her eyes closed. She sighed contently.

"Q?"

"Hmm?"

"I love you."

"I love you too Santana."

Santana opened her eyes, the deep chocolate brown held so much emotion. Painted in every shade of brown, in her eyes lay a glimpse of her soul.

Santana sat up and she reached over to her bedside table. Santana grabbed her diary (the one she had since forever, she had even taken it with her when she was in the army) and flipped to a page where a golden chain was wedged between the pages. After seemingly finding what she was looking for, Santana hopped off the bed.

(Her leg was much better these days, but was still weak.)

Santana turned to face Quinn, her eyes shining with adoration.

"When I was at the frontline, I kept thinking about you. I kept thinking about all the things that I should've said to you. I thought I was going to die. I love you Quinn. I love the way you always let me sleep in even though you hate it when someone sleeps past 10. I love the way you watch those crime tv shows wih me even though you've always hated them. I love it how you always leave the left side of the bed for me even though you prefer it yourself. I've loved the way your emotions are always reflected into your beautiful eyes. Even though i was scared, I wanted so bad to tell you.."

Santana paused.

"I never want that feeling of regret ever again. The truth is, I am still scared. i'm still scared when it comes to you. These feelings are so strong and I don't want to fuck it up."

Santana pulled out a small crinkled piece of paper. Quinn gasped as she realised it fit perfectly with the tear in Santana's letter.

Santana stepped forward and handed Quinn the piece of paper.

Quinn giggled as Santana dropped to one knee with difficulty.

"Damn this blasted leg for ruining our moment." Santana scowled.

"Quinn Fabray, I love you. I won't promise forever cause that just too sappy. But I can promise now."

Santana grinned mischievously.

"Beside forever is just a whole fucking lot of nows put together."

Quinn couldn't stop the corners of her mouth from twitching. Quinn felt so happy she could combust. Everything was so perfect in a way only Santana could achieve. Her heart thudded in her chest, and she felt light headed.

"Quinn Fabray, will you marry me?"

Santana's words echoed the words written on the piece of paper.

Quinn let the paper drift to the ground.

"Yes." Quinn whispered before crashing her lips into Santana's.

Santana kissed her back with equal fervour. Their lips melded together. Santana gently nibbled at her lower lip. Quinn bit back a moan.

They pulled back breathing heavily.

Santana carefully pulled the ring of the golden chain that had originally been wedged between the pages of her journal and slipped it onto Quinn's ring finger.

Santana stood up and smirked at her, eyes twinkling.

"I think this occasion is a cause for celebration."

Quinn arched an eyebrow, seemingly amused.

"Oh, you have no idea." Quinn said as she pushed Santana on the bed and straddled her.

"No idea at all." Quinn whispered before connecting their lips once again.

/


A/N: Hope you enjoyed reading it x (read and review please :D) If you have time, check out my other stories. (I have to thank my friend who kind of beta-ed this for me)