-Sorry for the delay, things have been pretty busy….

So this is how it is going to end….I just wish I could have seen Brittany one last time…given her one last kiss…been brave enough to tell everyone how I feel about her. She was crying softly, as the guys continued to rough her around, and Mistress pressed the knife deeper into her wrist.

Just than the doors burst open, and mass ciaos ensued. Through the blur of her tears and her drugged up stupor, she realized it was the cops…quite a few of them. At first she froze, wondering if they were like the other cop, and then she realized they were handcuffing her captors. She began to cry out of relief.

"Are you Santana Lopez? A cop asked her. She nodded her head yes. "We are getting medics in here, and we will get you to the hospital right away. You have some friends and Mrs. Pierce to thank for helping us track you down." He informed her. Brittany's Mom? Maybe Brittany had told her mom about their relationship.

The medics entered the room, and as a male medic tried to bandage her arm, she flinched away and curled into a ball and whimpered.

"It's ok, we aren't going to hurt you, " he said softly. A female medic came to her other side and asked to bandage her wrist. Santana nodded, but closed her eyes. She couldn't bear to be touched by anyone, she knew they were trying to help.

The ambulance ride was not fun. Her body felt every bump, and there were too many people. She closed her eyes and just let the tears fall.

As they arrived at the hospital, she heard more voices, calling out her injuries and calling out for people to come and help. She heard the female medic talk softly to her. "We have alerted your family that you are in your way in. You will get to see them after we do an initial checkup of you." She knew the lady was trying, but she could care less about seeing her parents right now. All she wanted was Brittany.

Brittany had been awake for a few hours, a miserable few hours. Her parents had been in to see her, Quinn, even Artie. Also, a bunch of people from the psych ward, as she was still on suicide watch. She really hadn't had much energy to talk to anyone. She knew they weren't telling her something about Santana but she couldn't get them to talk.

Her mom entered the room, tears in her eyes. "Honey, they found her. They found Santana."

"Is she alive?"

"Yes, they actually just brought her here…she is in pretty bad shape though, sweetie."

"I need to see her," I said and tried to get out of my bed.

"I'm sorry, but not yet. They have to do some check-ups on her. I promise, as soon as they allow it, I will take you to her." Susanne said calmly but firmly.

"I just need her to be ok, Mom. Please, tell me everything they told you." Brittany said, wiping away her tears.

"I don't know much yet. I know that…she has been used for a lot of…sex. I don't think there is any way I can keep that from you. She was used a lot sweetie, by multiple people," Susanne paused while Brittany sobbed. "She has quite a few bruises on her..and there are inflictions on her wrist, they aren't sure yet if they are from her or her captors," Susanne paused. "But there is a lot of damage that we can't see….She panics when anyone touches her and she hasn't spoken a word since they found her."

"Oh mom, please I need to go to her. Please." Brittany sobbed.

Quinn had been standing in the doorway, tears running down her face. Both of her friends were so fragile. Surely some doctor could be convinced that it would be in the best of both of their interests to see each other.

…

As she was poked and prodded by the doctors, the tears continued to fall. One of the nurses had tried to hold her hand to comfort her, but Santana had flinched away. She saw a tablet of paper near her and motioned for it, and she scribbled Brittany's name on it. She saw the nurses glance at each other and murmur to the doctor. He stopped his examination and sighed.

"Ms. Lopez, I am going to be frank with you. Brittany is here at the hospital." Santana tried to sit up at this, she needed Brittany. "I'm sorry but you can't see her yet. She was admitted yesterday…to the psych ward. She is doing much better and will be released soon, but we need to get you taken care of for the moment." Understanding clouded Santana's eyes. Brittany had done something drastic, and it was all her fault. All her fault.

She grabbed the nearest tray of medical instruments and flung it across the room, in anger. The nurses scrambled, trying to calm her down, but their touches panicked her further. One of the nurses brought her parents in, in hopes that would calm her down, but she continued flinging things in a rage, tears streaming down her face, screams leaving her lungs.

"Santana." A quiet familiar voice stopped her. She looked to the door, to those hazel eyes and blond hair. "If you want to see her, you need to stop. She wants to see you too, so badly. For that to happen faster, you have to calm down. I know this is scary, and a lot of shit has happened to you. Please, let them help you. If not for your sake, for Britt's. She needs you as much as you need her."
Quinn said, approaching Santana slowly. Santana laid back down in defeat, and let her tears fall freely. She looked towards Quinn, who was right by her.

"Do you want me to stay with you, while they finish? " Quinn asked and Santana nodded. "Do you want me, to hold your hand?" Quinn asked, hesitantly.

Santana took a deep breath in, and nodded. Quinn took her hand, slowly and gently. She nodded to the doctors and nurses, who gingerly continued their tasks.

"Look at me San, don't think about what they are doing. Just look at me." Santana's tear filled eyes found Quinn's eyes, and she was surprised to see they were tear filled as well. "Everyone has been so worried about you. I know you didn't think it, but everyone in Glee loves you so much. I know this may surprise you, but even some of us that you thought hated you haven't been doing so well. I know I for one couldn't sleep. All that helps is running. Brittany, well, for the last few weeks, all she did was sit in her room and look at pictures or video clips of you. The point is, we all love you and are going to be here for you. Whether you like it or not." Santana whimpered as she felt that she was being poked and prodded again, but she focused on Quinn and her soothing voice.

…

It was a few hours later that night, and Quinn and Mrs. Pierce had done some sweet talking to the hospital staff and had convinced all of them that it was in the best interest of both girls to see each other. Brittany still wouldn't eat and Santana still wouldn't talk.

Quinn wheeled Brittany down the hallways to Santana's room. She paused and Brittany turned to look at her.

"Britt, I know everyone has told you what happened, but you need to be prepared. This is not the Santana we are used to, it's a shell of her. It's going to take a while before she comes back to us. " Brittany nodded, and Quinn continued wheeling her down the hall.

As they approached the door, and a nurse opened it, they both saw that Santana was curled up in a ball on the bed, sobbing. Brittany's tears immediately started flowing, and she got out of the chair and quietly walked to her, not wanting to scare the girl. Quinn and the nurse closed the door, leaving them some privacy.

"San..it's me…Britt Britt." Santana stopped sobbing and slowly looked up. It was Britt. Those blue eyes, that blond hair. It was her Britt. Santana reached a hand up, and touched Brittany's face. Brittany put her hand over Santana's and they stayed like that for a minute, just taking each other in. This was the moment that both girls needed. A touch that could ignite a glimmer of hope, in the deepest places of their tattered souls.

Santana scooted over in the bed and nodded towards Brittany, for her to join her. Brittany got in, and the two girls stared at each other, not needing words at that moment, their eyes told so much.

Brittany slowly, moved her arms around Santana, to embrace her. Santana let her, maintaining eye contact the whole time.

As Brittany's embrace deepened around her, Santana felt the tears fall. But these were different tears than she had been crying. These were tears of relief, tears of letting out all the pain, knowing she was safe in Brittany's arm. That there might still be hope for the two of them.

Brittany gently kissed the tears that had made their way to Santana's chin.

"I love you San, so much. I'm going to be here for you, every step of the way." Brittany sobbed into Santana's shoulder. Santana was too emotional to reply, she let her lips find their way to Brittany's and gave her a gentle kiss, which said more than words could ever say.

Well, she is rescued, but she has got a long ways to go. Santana, the one with "vicious vicious" words has yet to speak, and both of the girls have baggage…stay tuned!