DISCLAIMER: Glee = Not mine. Instead it's Glee = Ryan Murphy's. Dammit.

P.S. Character Death in this chappie...Sorry Santana lovers?

Also sorry it's short :P

Also I might/might not have cried while writing the end. I'm a heartless bitch but I still got attacked by feels dammit.


Santana


Santana wasn't aware of the pain in her lower body as she walked around the mostly destroyed bus.

The only pain she was aware of was the deep ache in he chest as she stared down at her girlfriend and realized she would never be able to kiss her again.

For once, Santana Lopez wanted to cry her heart out. And she wasn't afraid to admit it.

Her body wasn't on the bus like the others, she'd gone through the front windshield, her body was lying somewhere on the hard concrete, a pool of blood had already formed around her head.

Kurt was lying next to Brittany, Lady Hummel was much stronger than she'd originally thought, he had glass sticking out of his side like he was a pin cushion but he'd still crawled over to Brit to help her in what could be her last moments.

Santana spun round, she couldn't bear to stare at the pair lying on the floor anymore and walked over to Mr. Schue. He seemed to be the least damaged out of everyone else on the damned bus. He'd just come to, and all Santana wanted to do was slap him.

There was a cut on the right side of his head that wasn't really bleeding; and that was it.

"GO HELP THEM!" Santana screamed directly in his face, the Spanish teacher had never been more useless in his pathetic life. Santana let out a string of curses in Spanish and stalked away, back towards Brittany and Kurt.

They were both unconscious but still breathing. Brittany opened her eyes again, Santana wanted nothing more than to be able to tell her everything was okay and be able to believe it herself.

Mr. Schue got up, finally, and started to make his way down the aisle, a shaking hand covering his mouth as he inspected his students; most of them were simply knocked out but they all looked pretty dead.

Mr. Schue was on his phone, the piece of technology mostly undamaged, just like he was. He phoned an ambulance. Santana waited with him for it to arrive.

"I love you, Brit." She whispered, kissing the blonde's forehead when she heard the sirens. The Cheerio shivered slightly and opened her eyes again.

"Santana?" She asked weakly. Santana nodded. "I love you too." Brittany whispered back.