The tear fell from her eye and slowly slid down the side of her face. She was perfect. So perfect. I wiped it away with the pad of my thumb and kept her eye contact.

"He," She sniffled then continued, ". . . he said that they needed to be as high as John's." There was a pause as she wiped her eyes and I waited patiently. "He said that if my grades weren't that high then I would be staying for next year. And there not Santana, there not as high his. I'm not—I'm not graduating." She broke down as she said the last word and collapsed into my body. I felt her tears on my neck and I slowly rubbed my hand in circles along her back.

"Shh. . . It's okay. We'll figure it out." I soothed.

She lifted her head off me. Her makeup was smudged and her face was red but the look in her eyes is what tore my insides apart. "He said that you're a distraction. He said that I can't see you anymore. Ever."

I awoke to dried blood on my fingers, dirt in my mouth and someone shaking me.

"Santana . . . Santana wake up." I knew that voice anywhere. I tried to say her named but it came out as a grumbling noise. I processed. Then I shot up quickly into a sitting position.

"Brittany!" I tried to stand but a sharp pain filled my left leg and forced me to sit back down. Instead I hugged her. I didn't let go for what felt like a while but I don't think she minded cause she hugged me back.

"Are you okay?" She spoke into my shoulder, "One second you were beside me and the next you were just gone, poof! I came back to find you and then I saw you fall. You just collapsed to the ground. Are you okay?" She asked me again, this time referring to my leg. Sometime when she was talking we let each other go and she was inspecting my cut. Come to think of it, I never really got to see it well either.

There was a lot of blood. But it just looked like a scratch, I don't think it was too deep. If I just wrap it up then it would be—

"Santana I'm so sorry. I should have known, you were so scared to come in the woods. I should have watched you so much better and held your hand the whole time. I mean, you passed out for God's sake!" I watched as the wheels in her head sped faster.

"Woah, Brittany it's okay. I'm fine really. It was my fault, I should have known that this was not my thing." She looked at me with wide sad eyes. I couldn't help it any longer, I leaned in and kissed her. It was soft and quick. I just wanted to see the panic released from her eyes. It worked.

"What was that for?" She asked quietly.

"For coming back for me."

It was a good thing that I packed a first aid kit in my bag because I had all the materials I needed to cover up my cut. I had taken a first aid course when I was 14 for a babysitting job so I knew a little bit about what I was doing. Rest, elevate and apply direct pressure. Brittany felt bad that she didn't know what to do so after I covered it in bandage she lightly pecked on top of it.

"I'm kissing it so it will feel better." She had cooed.

She helped me get up and we attempted to catch up to the group. Brittany had said that she was so focussed on me not being beside her that she turned around right away without telling anyone. It was okay though, I probably would have done the same myself If I were in her position.

But it did leave us lost. And as we were walking down the path (Brittany walking, and me limping) I couldn't help but feel that same anxiety in my stomach as before. But the sun was still up and the group would come back and find us. Eventually.

After a while we came to a fork in the road. Well, it was more like the "road" disappeared. Out of nowhere, it was gone. The path that we had once been walking on was obsolete. We saw the footprints of the New Directions and tried to follow them until the ground got to dry and you couldn't see them anymore.

My leg was throbbing. It hurt more than anything I remember. Even more than when a broke my wrist at cheerleading camp two summers ago. But at camp there was medics and here we were alone. The physical pain mixed with the feeling in my stomach made a recipe for disaster. And I was scared.

Brittany noticed the constant wince on my face as I took each step so we eventually stopped and sat down. I think she also saw I was nervous because she tried to make me feel better, "It's okay Santana. We're going to be alright. I can practically hear the glee club running after us now." She smiled sweetly and it made my insides turn. "And until then, we can be on an adventure."

That lightened me up a bit. Maybe I was over-reacting. It was just a simple hike right. Like, how big can these woods be? My stomach clenched at the idea that they were huge but I pushed it aside. Brittany was right. This was our adventure. Just the two of us. Alone. In the woods.

With each other.