Santana walked down the stairs and greeted the Berry men, before running to her cheerio's practice. Brittany and Quinn were already there, and Santana was not looking forward to the questions that may or may not be asked.

"Hey." she greeted quietly.

"You okay? You look like shit. No offense." Quinn shook her head at the Latina.

"Yeah, I'm just dandy, can we get this over with?" she asked avoiding their concerned glances.

After practice Quinn drove back to the Berry's house and parked next to Santana's red cobalt. "She asked for my opinion on surgery." Santana said after a few minutes of silence inside the car. No one had tried to get out, and Rachel was probably still asleep so they didn't really want to go inside and wake her.

"Like, to remove it?" Quinn clarified, Santana just nodded.

"That's good right? They can get all of it and then it's over." Brittany asked trying to be optimistic.

"Not quite B, not quite." Santana mumbled. She couldn't do this, could she?

"Well, how bad could it be?" Quinn asked.

"If the doc moves his hand to far, not even a centimeter, he could kill her." Santana said bluntly.

"Oh." Quinn says her brain working a mile a minute trying to figure it all out.

"So your options are what? Surgery and either she dies on the table, or get better, or do nothing and she dies anyway?" Brittany asked and Santana starts crying silently.

"Babe, remind me to help you work on your tack." Quinn shakes her head and pulls Santana into a hug. Once Santana stops crying she smiles at Quinn.

"Thanks. Sorry about that." Quinn nods but her reply is cut off when Santana's phone rings.

"Hey beautiful." she smiles as she sees who is calling.

"I don't mean to sound needy, but if you are done with your heart to heart with Quinn and Brittany, I really need your help. If not I can wait." Santana doesn't answer her, just hangs up and runs inside.

"Baby!" she calls and hears a mumbled 'up here' from the bathroom. She busts into the bathroom and Rachel is on the floor of the shower trembling. "Okay baby I got you." Santana coos as she lifts her girlfriend out of the tub, draping a towel over her, and carries her into bedroom. "We've talked about you and taking showers when no one is home."

"I know but you were outside and I brought my phone with me this time. I don't like this whole, depend on everyone else crap." Rachel pouted, causing Santana to laugh.

"Okay, what do you want to wear today?"

"I can dress myself San."

"Not today you can't. Sweats and a tank top?" Rachel nodded.

"Hey guys." Rachel greeted the blondes as Santana carried her down the stairs. Quinn tried hard not to laugh, and Brittany 'awed.

"Plain pasta and a glass of apple juice?" Santana asked placing Rachel on the couch.

"Please stop San, I am capable of making my own food." Rachel complained and Santana ignored her and walked into the kitchen for a second before popping her head around the wall.

"Hey Q? Can you come help me for a second?" Santana asked and Quinn got up and walked into the kitchen.

"Whats up?" Quinn asked walking towards her friend, stopping when she saw the girl was trembling. "S, whats wrong?" she asked starting to panic.

"Nothings wrong. I'm nervous." she answered honestly and handed Quinn the box that had been in her pocket for the last month.

"Oh my God," Quinn gasped opening it. "S, it's beautiful."

"It's not too mushy or anything is it?" She asked looking at the floor.

"Girl, she is going to love it. You are totally getting laid tonight." Quinn slapped her arm playfully.

"That's not why I want to give it to her." Santana protested snatching it back.

"Then why are you?" Quinn asked sounding suspiciously like Puck.

"You need to stop hanging out with Puck." She said ignoring the question, and storing the macaroni.

"Answer the question Santana." Quinn demanded. "Because I want her to know that what ever decision she makes I will stand behind 1000% because she means more to me then anything else in the world. I'm in love with her Q, and I don't know how I'm supposed to live without her." Tears piled in the Latina's eyes and Quinn could see how serious she was.

"She's going to love it." Quinn smiled sincerely.

"San, Rachel said to stop plotting her demise and come cuddle." Brittany chuckled walking into the kitchen.

"Okay. I have to finish cooking her food first." Santana said loud enough for the diva to hear. "

We better get going, Kurt and Mercedes need a smack down." Quinn smiled cheerfully.

"Watch out everyone Quinn Fabray has still got it." Santana laughed and shoved them towards the door. She carried two plates into the living room as Quinn and Brittany said goodbye to Rachel. She delicately placed the box on top of the tray and set it where you could barely see it from where Rachel was sitting.

"Mhhh. Not that I don't appreciated your friends caring and what not, but they are really killing my alone time with you." Rachel smiled as she walked back into the room. Santana smiled and wrapped her arms around Rachel's waist pulling her into a kiss.

"I want to talk to you." Santana said seriously sitting Rachel down on the couch.

"Okay."

"You have to promise you will let me finish before you say anything." Rachel nodded. "I love you, and you know that don't you?" Rachel nodded slowly not liking where this looked to be heading. "I am so in love with you, and I don't know how I would live if something happens to you, but I know for a fact that I would not be able to live with myself if my fears got in the way of something that could make you better. So if you want to do the surgery I will stand behind you 100% the entire time. You mean everything to me Rachel. I got you something, and I wanted to give it to you before you go to your next check up. You'll be with Puck all day tomorrow, and I'm sure you are going to be exhausted and sleep all day Monday, so." She paused and grabbed the box from the table. Santana looked up to see Rachel crying, so she gently wiped the tears away with her thumb. Rachel opened the box and gasped. "I know it's not much but-" she was cut off by Rachel smashing their lips together.

"It's perfect." Rachel cried after pulling away. Santana smiled and twirled her finger at the diva, once Rachel had turned around she secured the gold David's star, with a cross dangling inside it, on her neck.

"I know how much being in touch with both of your dads religion means to you, so I thought it would be appropriate." Santana whispered into the diva's hair as she cuddled up to her.

"It's beautiful San, I love it." snuggling closer to her girlfriend, she interlaced their fingers. "And I love you."

"I love you more." Santana smiled back at her girlfriend.

"I love you best." They got comfortable in the banter before Santana's phone rang.

'Coach is holding another practice at 6 tonight. -Q' Santana groaned.

"What baby?" Rachel asked.

"It's my last night with you before you go to Columbus and Coach is holding another practice tonight." Santana said and threw her phone onto the floor.

"It's okay love. I understand." Rachel rubbed her girlfriends arm.

"It's not okay. That woman is singlehandedly ruining my life." Rachel chuckled at her girlfriend's dramatic statement.

"And they say I'm the drama queen."

"Whatever you know you are. Let's eat before it gets cold." The couple sat cuddled together until 5:30 when there was a knock at the door. Santana slowly and quietly de-tangled herself from the sleeping brunette to answer the door.

"I swear to god if it was anyone else knocking on this door, I was going to kill them." Santana said to Quinn and Brittany after she opened the door.

"I know, at least we didn't ring the door bell." Brittany smiled.

"Yeah then I would have had to kill you. I have to take her upstairs, she's asleep. I'll be right back." Santana said walking back to the living room. She picked her girlfriend up and carried her gently up the stairs. Rachel stirred as she was placed on the bed.

"Why?" she mumbled sleepily.

"Practice, I'll be back soon. I called Puck, he should be here before I leave." Santana said as she leaned down to kiss Rachel on the forehead.

"I love you, have fun." Rachel smiled and turned on her side.

"I love you too, and yeah right, fun with coach. Funny baby."

"Anyone home?" Puck called through the half open door.

"Hey Puck." Brittany smiled.

"What?" Quinn shook her head.

"Santana is going to castrate you. Rachel is going to lecture your head off, her dad's are going to murder you. And then resurrect you to murder you again." Puck paled.

"She told you?" Quinn nodded.

"You're in some deep shit."

"Not tonight, he's got to watch Rach, she isn't supposed to be left alone." Santana said coming down the stairs, Puck regained some color. "But tomorrow however, way different story."

"Okay I get it your pissed at me, but I didn't think that having everyone in her corner would hurt." He explained.

"Well stupid, now instead of worrying they are gonna find out, she stressing over how many people they are going to tell. So you get to fix this, and then lose your favorite parts." Santana glared at him.

Santana ran through practice by instinct, coach yelled and screamed at them, she was ignored. The Latina's mind was else where, and she couldn't get the feeling that something was wrong out of her stomach. 7pm came around and the girls were having a water break when Santana's phone beeped loudly letting her know she received a text message. Flipping open her phone in a hurry, she read the text, grabbed Quinn's keys and took off towards the car, ignoring Coach's called after her.

"S just took off in your car Q." one of the freshman cheerios told her. Quinn and Brittany ran towards the water jug to find Santana's phone lying on the ground. Quinn read the message twice and showed Brittany, who paled immediately. They both sprinted towards Brittany's house, because it was closer, to grab her car. Brittany reread the message over and over again, hoping it would change. It didn't. The screen still read clear as day.

'Hospital. Now. -Puck'

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