Hi peeps! I'm back again, and this time I didn't take a month to update! I'm still late though, but I think this will be the last chapter up until my exam is over. It's a huge one that determines my future career so :/

PLEASE NOTE THAT BRITTANY DID NOT CHEAT ON SANTANA. SANTANA JUMPED TO CONCLUSIONS. I hope this clears up any confusion.

Thanks for all the reviews lovelies!

Puck and Santana arrived at the hospital in record time and swerved into an empty spot in the parking lot. Puck was absolutely sure he broke all the traffic laws in their haste to get there, but this was an emergency. Santana was out of the car and rushing to the reception before Puck could even shut the engine.

"Hi I received a call that my friend Quinn Fabray is here, could you tell me where she is, immediately cause I don't like waiting."

Santana got all of that out in one breath. The receptionist looked stunned for a moment at the celebrity before typing away at the computer. Santana drummed her fingers on the counter as Puck slipped inside behind her.

"You got anything?"

"No, not yet. Still checking."

Both of them felt like yelling at the receptionist who was taking nearly forever to pull up the results. Alas, reputation prevented them from doing so. Finally, finally, the receptionist got the information that they wanted.

"I'm afraid she's still in surgery. I'll inform the doctors and someone will be out to tell you of their progress shortly. You can wait over there."

Puck and Santana were pointed to the waiting area directly adjacent to the double doors leading to the OR wing. Puck bought Santana and himself a drink at a vending machine before sitting down to soothe the obviously worried Santana. The Latina was repeatedly clenching her fists and muttering something intelligible.

"It's okay, Quinn's tough. She'll be up and mom us all in no time, alright?" Puck rubbed Santana's shoulder. Suddenly, the singer's shoulders shook violently and she buried her face in Puck's shoulder as she sobbed helplessly

"I-I just, tonight I don't- it's hell for me- Brittany, now Quinn- always happen?!"

"Hey, hey! It's okay, everything will be all right San, I promise."

Puck attempted to reassure his friend despite his growing personal worries. Hell, all he could think of was Quinn, in the operating room. It's been a rough night for Santana, I need to put her first. My problems can wait.

Both friends raised their heads as the hurried steps of a doctor came out of the double doors. Decked in green scrubs, the sight of blood painting said clothing terrified Puck and Santana.

"I presume you're Miss Lopez?" The doctor gestured to Santana who lamely nodded as a reply.

"Right, well, I'm Doctor Allred and I have some news regarding to your friend. Ms. Fabray has been involved in a car accident. A truck collided with her when the driver ran the red light and she has suffered major trauma to most of her body. As of now, her condition is critical but I can assure you that we're doing all we can to save her life, Ms. Lopez."

Puck felt like all the strength was robbed from his body and he felt like he was going to collapse. The last line Dr. Allred said hit him hard as he had watched many an episode of medical shows and documentaries to know that that was the medical version of 'I don't know whether the patient will make it let's do whatever we can and hope'.

"Can you tell us how bad is she?" Puck asked, his voice laden with tumultuous emotions. He spotted a slight wince in the doctor's masked face and knew it wasn't good.

"The crash happened on the driver's side, so she has fractures involving her ribs, arm, tibia and also lacerations on her face and arms as well. Her lung collapsed en route but the surgeons managed to re-inflate it and she has some internal bleeding. Our biggest concern is the bleeding in her brain, as we don't know the extent of the damage caused by the crash. She may suffer brain damage and perhaps fall into a coma."

"Oh god." Santana gasped in disbelief.

"I can assure you that Ms. Fabray is in very capable hands. Dr. Hemingway and Dr. Wilson are among the best. I will keep you updated hourly." With that, the doctor nodded curtly and rushed back into the OR.

Puck just sunk into the hard plastic chair as if he had no bones. The grim news knocked the last bit of strength out of him. Now it was Santana's turn to comfort him.

"If... If she goes, I'll never have the chance to tell her, to tell her how I actually feel about her."

"Noah Puckerman! Don't talk like that. Quinn is absolutely going to pull through this, she will and you will be there, right next to her, telling her you love her, alright?!"

Puck sort of smiled at his friend's words, but his mind was still swimming with what-ifs. He turned to Santana, who looked back at him with concerned eyes. Then, he decided to jump in and ask her the question that had been burning in his mind since the altercation at the club. He needed the distraction anyway.

"Santana, what happened with Brittany there? Why did she yell about you being too busy at work? Oh. San, did you... Neglect her somehow?"

It was then Puck realized that he had never listened to Brittany's side of the story before, as he had backed Santana the moment he saw her with red eyes standing outside his door.

"I, I don't- I don't think I did, yeah I was busy promoting my new album, but she knew what I was doing, I thought she understood... Why didn't she?"

"You said she cheated. Are you sure she did? Brittany, she doesn't seem like it's her to cheat."

"I-well no. But I hope- what am I saying, I don't even know. What do I do, Puck?"

"Maybe you guys should sit down and talk, without any, you know, boyfriends or girlfriends in the mix. Just you and Brittany. Listen Santana, ever since high school, I thought you guys were like the couple. I thought you guys were going to be together forever and well, shit happened."

"But why Sam? I mean, any other guy would be better than him."

"I guess, that's why you have to talk to her. Your guess is as good as mine."

Santana nodded slowly but stayed silent. She promised herself to take a day off next week, as she knew Brittany would need some time to cool off. The Latina vowed to set things straight, even if they ended up fighting again at least she would know why.

Together with Puck, both of them waited anxiously for news on Quinn.

Ellis closed the door to her apartment, having hailed a cab home. She sighed as she shimmied out of her dress and decided to take a quick shower before bed. What a night. Maybe some beer will do me good...

After her much needed shower, she settled down in front of the TV with her Budweiser in hand. As she was reaching for the remote, her phone rang shrilly in the near empty apartment. It was an international call, and despite the high bill for that, Ellis picked up.

"Hello, mum? It's so late, what are you up to awake?"

"Ah, Amelia I have been worried sick about you! You haven't phoned or emailed in a month, are you that busy? Are you eating well? You know how much you like American junk food! Have some salad, please!"

Ellis chuckled at her mother's worried voice. She worries about me way too much. And she called me Amelia, that's oddly comforting. She felt slightly guilty for not contacting her mother for the past month or so.

"I'm doing well, mum, relax. Back to the question, it's like 5 in the morning back in London, what are you doing up and about so early?"

Ellis heard her mother go silent and alarm bells started ringing in her head. She knew that when her usually chatty mother went quiet it was usually something bad.

"Amelia... Sophie came around to our house earlier this week." Ellis went stiff at the mention of her ex-girlfriend and she gripped the phone hard.

"And?"

"She came over searching for you. She's been looking all over the city for you. When I told her you weren't here anymore, she begged on her knees for me and your father to tell us where you were."

"Did you tell her?"

"We asked her to leave, even threatened to call the police on her but she wouldn't budge. She said she would wait outside until we told her. I didn't tell her, but your old softie of a father broke when it started pouring for hours outside. He invited her in and told her where you were and your address. I tried to stop him, but you know your father, when he's put his mind to something he won't stop."

Ellis was speechless as she didn't know what to say. She couldn't believe her father took pity on Sophie at all and now her mother was being all calm and stuff? Saying Ellis was pissed off was the understatement of the century.

"Tell her that she can keep on sucking Jonah's dick! I don't want to see her, and mum you know I have a girlfriend!"

"Watch your language, Amelia! Even though you have Santana, both me and your father think that you need closure and obviously she's going to see you sooner or later. Sophie has been your friend since you were 12, doesn't that mean anything to you? Yes, she cheated and I still despise her for that, but Sophie was still your friend first. At least hear her out. The girl loved you, and she still does."

"Well, she certainly showed it by fucking her coworker in my bed, in our house! Sophie loves me, really now?"

"Well, you're the first girl she's ever been with, she had to have been scared! I watched both of you grow from little girls into fine women, and I know what both of you are like."

"Oh bollocks, now you're on her side? I can't believe you!"

"Amelia, I-"

Ellis hung up before her mother could say anything else. Downing the contents of her beer bottle, she tossed the empty bottle aside and covered her face with her elbow, shouting a curse loudly to no one in particular.

So much for beer giving me a good night.

Da Fine.