So thought I should let any reader who was following ajdeathangel… yeah her account stopped working, so she asked me to take over seeing as I'm a new writer and I might have new ideas for her story. She apologizes but her stories shall not die. I adopted how she wrote so it's similar and you guys won't get to overly confused. Hope you enjoy and please review on all the stories.

Santana jumped at the loudness of Sam's voice, she felt her heart race slightly, but quickly calmed it down.

"What the fuck is your problem Sam?" Santana questioned annoyed.

"You can't come here and sing those song and steal Brittany away from me, it doesn't work that way Santana," Sam growled. Santana rolled her eyes.

"Listen I wanted to put my feelings out there and that just happened to be the best way to do os. Brittany knew all this time we've been broken up that I still and will always love her Sam, so nothing has changed," Santana explained.

"Exactly, nothing has changed, she is still my girlfriend, she still chose me over you, so I suggest you leave," Sam said crossing his arms and huffing.

"I'm not leaving for a while Sam, I'm staying here for a while," Santana replied and looked to her fingers.

"Why!" he screamed, Santana slightly flinched.

"Because I have business to attend to," Santana snapped back.

"You aren't getting Brittany back," Sam spit out.

"I have other business and that is Brittany's decision, not yours!" Santana yelled, Rachel came up and grabbed her arm. Santana looked at her.

"Calm down Santana," Rachel said lowly, everyone could feel the sudden serious atmosphere in the air. Santana stared at her before nodding and taking a deep breath.

"What other business could you possibly have here Santana?" Sam asked and frowned at them.

"At the moment it's none of your business, but it will be soon enough," Santana said vaguely. Then Tina started crying, every looked at her confused.

"I-I'm sorry it's just I'm going to miss this so much, even if it's fighting I'm going to miss you!" Tina cried, now everyone looked to Santana who had visibly paled.

"Tina! You weren't supposed to say anything!" Rachel scolded. Santana looked at everyone else who was looking at her.

"San, where are you going?" Brittany asked innocently, but that was enough for Santana's heart to go into overdrive. Santana's breaths started to become shallow and she collapsed to her knees.

"Dammit! Kurt get the kit," Rachel commanded, Rachel kneeled down next to her and rubbed her back. Santana started wheezing which quickly turned into coughing. "Santana concentrate on breathing remember what the doctor said," Rachel cooed. Santana nodded her head vigorously and shut her eyes. Then she felt a familiar tingle go through her arm when she felt another person touch her arm. She opened her eyes to see Brittany looking at her in concern. Santana tried a smile, but it was more of a grimace. Kurt rushed over with a small package and gave it to Rachel. Everyone watched in astonishment and a crowd of voice filled the room.

"What's happening?"

"Santana! Are you okay?"

"Rachel what's that for?"

"Is she going to be okay?"

Rachel pulled out the needle and stuck it into a small glass bottle and drew liquid and then flicking it to get rid of the air pockets. Rachel grabbed the bottom of the shirt and tried pulling it up, but it wouldn't go far enough.

"Santana you have to lie down," Rachel said. Santana fell back with a thump and struggled to breathe. "Kurt hold this," Rachel handed him the syringe. Rachel grabbed the collar of Santana's shirt and ripped down. Once Santana's chest was clear she grabbed the syringe from Kurt and was about to stick it into the small scar that resided under Santana's left breast, her arm was gripped by Mr. Schue.

"I'm afraid I'm not allowed to let you do that Rachel," Mr. Schue said. Rachel gave him a look that could kill Sue Sylvester if she wanted it. Mr. Schue visibly gulped.

"Mr. Schue if you do not allow me to inject Santana with this medicine she may very well die, now if you would please LET ME DO WHAT I NEED TO DO!" Rachel screamed. Mr. Schue dropped her arm and Rachel stuck it into the scar and injected it. She pulled it away and set it down before looking to Santana. Santana's eyes fluttered and her chest and breathing slowed down. Soon enough Santana swallowed thickly and slowly sat up, her head dizzy from the lack of oxygen it received.

"Dammit," Santana breathed out and looked to Rachel.

"What just happened?" Artie asked. Rachel, Santana, and Kurt looked at one another before Santana started talking.

"I… have a heart disease. And if I don't get a new heart by the end of this year then I'll be gone," Santana said slowly watching everyone's reactions.

"By gone you mean…" Blaine dragged.

"Dead Blaine she means dead," Kurt said bitterly.

"So that's what the needle is for," Ryder said shuttering slightly at the thought of that getting stuck in him.

"Yes, it keeps her breathing… her lungs working is more precise and it slows her heart," Rachel explained. Everyone stayed silent.

"Help me up," Santana said Rachel grabbed her hands and pulled her up and Santana dusted herself off. "Your floor is gross Mr. Schue, you need to like mop," Santana joked trying to lighten the mood, but no one smiled. "Tough crowd?" Santana asked.

"This isn't a joking matter Santana," Mercedes reprimanded.

"Yeah but its how she deal with things, either yelling or joking about it," Brittany said quietly.

"Exactly… well now that you all know I just have to tell my parents, and Quinn and Abuela, then I'll… have the rest of the year to live my fullest," Santana said and let out a deep sigh. Too much work for her liking.

"I… are you serious or are you just pulling this just to get Brittany to feel sympathetic so she'll get back with you?" Sam asked. Santana looked at him in shock while everyone looked at him with a buring anger that would put Hades in ashes.

"You didn't just say that dude," Finn said.

"That was extremely heartless," Jake piped in.

"I'm sorry you thought I faked that? No you thought I faked Rachel sticking a giant ass needle into my heart?" Santana asked.

"Um…" Sam drawled.

"Exactly I'm a good actress, hell I've been fooling many of you for years with my bitch attitude, but I'm not that good of an actress," Santana grounded out. Sam looked to the ground. "I'm out," Santana said. She walked, or more like stormed out of the choir room.

"Why would you say that Sam?" Brittany asked.

"She was trying to steal you away," Sam complained.

"She doesn't need to steal me, she has and always will have me… we're over," Brittany said and walked out to find Santana. Brittany roamed the halls and found her at their old lockers. Brittany approached attentively and stopped next to Santana. Santana was leaned against her old locker, her head tilted back and her eyes closed.

"Hey Britt-Britt," Santana murmured, she was exhausted from today's events and her freak out. Brittany smiled slightly.

"I broke up with Sam," Brittany said quietly.

"Good, he's a dick and you deserve better," Santana replied.

"Did you… do you really only have one year left?" Brittany asked. Santana opened her eyes and looked at Brittany whose eyes have glazed over with unshed tears.

"Yeah… unless the doctors get me a heart," Santana said softly, and few tears slipped past Brittany eyes.

"I don't want you to leave," Brittany cried. Santana smiled at her before wrapping her in a warm embrace.

"Shhh, I still have a year to everything possible… but really I just want to be with you for the rest of the time," Santana said into her neck. Brittany sobbed harder. She heard Santana take an intake of air, trying to keep her own tears down.

"It's okay to cry San," Brittany rasped. And that did it, Santana broke down with Brittany. They both fell to their knees, clutching to one another.

"I don't want to die… I just got you back!" Santana sobbed, her body shaking worse than Brittany's. they sat there and cried for twenty minutes before Rachel and Kurt appeared.