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Chapter 8

`The next morning, Santana woke up with blonde hair scattered all over her. She propped herself up on her elbow and looked over at her girlfriend.

She smiled as she watched Brittany sleeping. Her chest rose and fell gracefully with each breath she took.

Seeing Brittany next to her was proof that last night had actually happened. Brittany was actually her girlfriend. She actually felt bad for the world; she had taken the most beautiful girl out there and made her hers.

'Gosh, it feels so good to say that word, girlfriend.' She smiled at the thought.

The smile stayed plastered in her face while she was thinking about last night, until she heard her phone vibrating from Brittany's nightstand, drawing her back to reality.

She had gotten a text message from Puckerman. Seeing his name on her screen made her confused and nervous. She was confused because puck never texts her out of the blue. She was nervous, because she had no idea what the text could possibly be about.

She swallowed hard and opened the text.

'San, something's happened.'

She was becoming more and more anxious.

'What happened, Puckerman?' She was somewhat afraid of his response.

His text seemed more towards the serious side, and even Noah wouldn't about something if it was serious.

'It's Artie.'

Santana actually felt her blood run cold. She knew that she and Artie had their major differences, but she never wanted anything to happened to him unless he deserved it.

'What happened to Artie?'

'He's not doing so well.'

'Puck!'

'Puck, what happened?'

'He's in the hospital, Santana.'

Santana felt her breath catch in her throat as she read his text.

'What happened?'

'He was rolling across the street in front of his house when a drunk driver rounded the corner doing fifty-five.'

No. This should not be happening. This shouldn't happen to anyone, not even Artie.

By this point, Santana's eyes were welling up with tears.

'How does he look?'

'He's in critical condition. It doesn't look good for him. San, you have to tell Brittany.'

Santana remembered where she was. She looked over at the oblivious blonde that was still sleeping beside her. She knew that she had to tell her, she just didn't want to see the look of hurt and sadness on her face afterwards.

She just watched her girlfriend sleep until she finally awoke from her long rest.