Title: I Truly Love You (Formally Don't know. I'm open to suggestions.)

Pairing: Rachel/ Santana, maybe Quinn/Brittany

Rating: PG-13 for now

Summary: I truly do love you. I know at school nothing can change.

Warnings: Attempted suicide

Disclaimer: I own nothing

A/N; Like I could really let Santana die. There is a reason I did what I did.

Part 12: Never Let Go

I feel warm, almost like I'm floating. I feel a weight on my arm and beeping over my head. I slowly open my eyes to a dimly lit room. I look down to where the weight is and see brunette hair and olive skin. I go to run the fingers of my other hand through silky stands but am stopped by a slight tug. I look over and stare uncomprehendingly at the needles and other wires connected to my arm. I feel as confused as B in math class.

"You're awake," a soft, familiar voice whispers from the corner of the room. I can barely make out the silhouette of a woman before she steps closer and reveals my mama.

I try and speak, but my throat is to dry. My mama quickly gets me the cup of water that is sitting close by. "Shhh. Its okay. Drink this. Everything is going to be okay."

"Mama where am I?" My throat still feels a little sore but better.

"The hospital." I look at her blankly. "What do you remember?" she asks the with the same tone she used when I was little and didn't understand why my abuelo wouldn't wake up and get out of the box.

"I remember going to school. Talking to Rachel. I remember someone yelling. A huge bang and darkness." My voice starts to shake as I try and piece the images in my head together. "what happened?" I ask already figuring it out for myself but needing conformation.

"You saved me," a small voice whispers from where the weight is still slightly on my arm. I turn towards the voice and fell my heart drop a little. She looks so tiny and exhausted. " He was going to shoot me and stepped in front of me. You stopped it from killing me and almost got yourself killed." By now Rachel is crying so hard her body is shaking.

I tug on her hand, trying to get her to look me in the eyes again. "Good," I say in a firm voice when she is finally meeting my eyes. "Not good I almost died, but good that you're safe. I told you Rach, I love you and would never let anyone hurt you again."

"You couldn't find another way, besides stepping in front of a bullet, to prove your point." She is trying to be stern but I can still hear the slight waver to her voice.

"What can I say?" I smile. "I've been with you long enough to need a little dramatics to make my point." She looks slightly offended as I hear my mama laugh at our exchange.

"Aww. You two are just too cute." Rachel and I blush slightly to which my mama just laughs a little harder. She takes mercy on us and tells us shes going to go let the doctor know I'm awake and leaving the room.

"I'm sorry." Rachel has moved so that she is closer to where my head is resting on the bed.

"For what?" I ask confused.

"If I made you feel anywhere near as much pain as I did waiting to see if you would survive. I never, ever meant to hurt you." She is so serious and I can see the tears threatening to fall again.

I'm thankful for all the pain killers they must be pumping into me as I attempt to sit up. "It's okay Rach." I smile as pull her hand to my lips and kiss the back." What do you say we make a promise to try and stay out of this place for a while, you know, after I'm better?" I ask trying to lighten the mood. I hate seeing Rachel cry.

"Deal" she laughs. "This place is not where I want our special spot to be."

I chuckle as I lean back into the pillows at those words. I try to hide the pain that shoots through my stomach at this. Soon enough the doctor is coming in and asking me questions. The entire time he is talking I never let do of Rachel's hand. I don't ever plan of letting go.