Alright guys, here is part two and the end. Thank you so much for reading my second fic. I have a third one that I hope to get out soon. Its kind of like a american indian pre europe invasion brittana fic. If you havent already check out my fist fic The Prophecy: Heart to Heart

Enjoy, and dont forget to review please.

"What are you doing here Santana?"

I can't believe my mother would stoop so low, its bad enough that she sent all my family, friends, and even our pastor to convince me to live, but her. I knew that slip up earlier was gonna cost me, it was no coincidence that she decided to leave right after I let said that.. I should have known. "What are you doing here Santana?" I asked again when she did not reply the first time. Anger building inside my frail body as I continued to stare outside.

"Your mother came and got me, she said I could... I could help."

"It's been almost two years since we talked. How could you possibly help?" I asked as my breathing began to get heavy.

"I guess I deserve that," Santana stared down at the floor, scuffing her shoes against the floor. "I can still try though cant I."

She spoke the last part so quietly I had to strain to hear it past the beeping from her my monitor. "If I won't listen to my family, or my friends, then what makes you think I would listen to you," I tried hard to seem distant, she didnt deserve for me to break so easily.

"Maybe your right, but what if you're wrong,"

"Im not," I said making the mistake of allowing my voice to crack. It was easier to lie to myself when she was gone.

This time she spoke more confidently, looking up from the floor hoping to catch the familiar lovely blue eyes. She took one step forward slowly and steadily, like she was inching towards a hungry tiger. "Just tell me that the reason your not getting the surgery isnt because of me."

"Why would I die for you," I spat trying to sound as cold and harsh as my voice could bare, since I couldn't yell like I wanted to. The intensity of my words shown more in my eyes then in my words. For a split second as I looked into those mocha brown orbs I felt safe, then I remembered all the events that led me to this very moment, and that safe feeling was gone just as quick as it appeared.

"Why are you being like this? Im trying to apologize, to tell you that I…" she began to say as she walked over so that she was next to my bed.

"Tell me what?" I interrupted. "That you enjoy torturing me with all this BS, before I DIE," I could feel my heart beginning to race. It began to hurt badly. I pressed my palm against my chest to help with the pain. It felt like my heart was going to tear out of my chest.

"I don't want to argue with you while you're in this pain."

"What the pain I am feeling right now?" I asked not waiting or caring if she answered, as I still held my chest. "Its nothing compared to the pain my heart was in when you broke it."

She sat down in the chair near me, placed her head in her hands and began to cry. Raven locks cascading around her hands, creating an almost shield from everything around her.

"Don't cry," I said still breathing heavily. "Just leave."

"I can't," she said through sobs, with her hands still over her face.

"You have legs, just go."

"I can't because the love of my life is dying, and if she is dying then I want to spend every last minute with her," she said as she reached for my hand. "Like all those summers we spent together, lying in the park, doing completely nothing, yet feeling like we would rather be there with each other than any where else, remember. Or going to the pond and feeding the ducks. Even when you used to make that stupid fat cat of your waddle down the sidewalk with his cat leash."

She began to laugh at the memory, "We had to practically drag him halfway down the block. It took us like an hour to make it down the driveway with him."

I hated her even more for bringing up those memories, such happy moments we shared, before she decided that I was not as important as being NORMAL. "Tell me Santana, how's Puck?" I asked snatching my hand away.

"I don't know, and I don't care. All I care about is you."

"Sure," I said sarcastic and under my breath. "Like you cared about me then?"

"I was scared , and after a year had past, then two, I never thought you could forgive me. I could barely forgive myself."

"Why are you doing this to me, you left me after I told you I loved you. I would have been fine if you didn't want a relationship, but you didn't even want to be my friend after that. In the split second it took to be honest with you and tell you how I feel I lost my best friend. Then you left me to be with a guy. Now after two years you all of a sudden love me, please. So what I get the surgery, then what? You leave me for a guy, or worse another girl," I said this time turning my head back to the window.

"In my defense you did just sprung it on me, and I don't want a guy, and the only girl I want is you."

"Sprung it on you. I told you I loved you after you kissed me. You! Not me, you! Remember that!"

"Yes I do, and I was already confused about the kiss, and then you said you loved me, and I got scared. You had all this love in your eyes, and it was so intense. I was scared, okay. Like everyone else in the world I have fears, and im apologizing for it, Im saying im sorry Britt."

"Really Santana, and what do you want me to do with that information."

"I want you to tell me the truth," she said softly. "I know the only reason you don't want me here is because I am the only one who can stop you from making a huge mistake."

I turned my head to look at the wall farthest from the love of my life, as tears began to run down my face. I wasn't going to let her see me cry.

"I am aren't I," she asked.

"And what if you are?"

"Brittany you won't lose your love for me if you get this transplant, you do know that don't you?" she asked.

I stayed silent, I couldnt let her know she was right, tell her that my heart was all I had left of her. That I was afraid that if I got this surgery then I wouldnt love her anymore, that I would be incomplete without it.

"The day you told me you loved me, you gave me your heart. I know you think I threw it away, but I didn't, I kept it with me. I know I went to Puck because I was scared, scared because I felt more for you then any guy I ever dated. When I finally got the nerve to come to terms with my feelings for you, I thought it was too late," she said. "I figured you would have moved on, found someone better, someone who deserves you."

"You broke my heart, I was in such a dark place after you did that to me," I said turning back to her, tears streaming down my face.

"I know," she replied looking down at the floor then back up at me to continue. "I never want you to be in that pain again. I knew from the moment I first saw you at the park in your yellow overalls and pigtails. Pretending you were duckwoman, because cat woman wore black and you liked yellow and ducks more. Everyone wanted to be my friend, because I had those new light up shoes, but not you. You just kept pretending to be duck woman quaking at all the ducks without a care in the world that everyone else thought you were strange. I didnt know it then, but I picked you that day not just as my best friend, but as my soulmate. I tried so hard to hide those feelings, but deep down I always knew I loved you."

"If you knew you loved me, then why did you freak out."

"I guess because a part of me never believed you would ever feel the same way."

"Why would you think that?" Curiosity and confusion stirring inside me, this side of Santana was rare. She always put this cold front on when other people were around. But this vulnerable side of her, this was the girl I fell in love with.

"Come on Britt, even on your death bed you are the most beautiful person I have ever laid eyes on. Your smart, out spoken, kind, and you don't take things for granted."

"San have you looked in the mirror lately, you have all those things times two. Plus your spicy, with a little crazy thrown in, but that's what I love about you." Santana felt warmth shoot form her toes to her ears, hearing her old nickname come out of the blonds mouth.

"So you still love me,?" she asked finally feeling a break through.

"Of course I do," I sighed. "I never stopped loving you, but its not a matter of love. I don't know if that's enough anymore," I looked down at my figitting fingers. "How can I be sure that you won't get scared and leave again? I couldnt survive it a second time."

"Give me your hand" she told me.

I slowly passed her my hand, as she moved to sit next to me on my bed. She placed my hand on her chest,"Because only your touch can make my heart beat this fast."

I let my hand fall down to her lap, "I just dont know San."

"Britt please, I cant lose you again. I wont lose you again, this time ill die before I let you go again," she took her hand in mine, placing a tender kiss on each of my pale fingers. "Please, ill do anything."

I placed my hand on her cheek, I couldnt deny her. Every fiber in my being knew only two things. One, that I love this girl, and two, that I would give her anything she wanted. "You're going to have to spend everyday making it up to me, for a very... very long time."

A small tear ran down her tan cheek, "Ill spend the rest of my life making it up to you."

I closed my eyes, the visit taking a heavy toll on my body.

"Does this mean your getting the surgery?"

"Yes," I said barely above a whisper. "You can tell my mother."

"Great," she said as she began to get up.

"Wait," I said grabbing her hand, still not opening my eyes. "Will you just lay with me, I am so tired."

We fell asleep lying as the sun shined on us, like all those times we spent at the park, on those hot summer days. It was everything I wanted, I always told myself that the best way to die would be in your sleep with the one you loved holding you. I guess I got my wish.

Beep…Beep….Beep…..Beep…Beep…..Beeeeeeeeee

THE END