This wasn't meant to be long. But by popular demand, here's Santana's chapter. this is the ONLY time I will ever change POVs for this story.

Santana's POV

"She fell on her snowboard." I said, tears running down my face. I couldn't believe this. Brittany wasn't waking up.

"What is your relationship to the patient?" The EMT frantically asked me.

"She's my girlfriend." I replied, staring at Brittany. I was internally freaking out. But how could I not? The way her neck was in a brace, the way the blood was drying on the wound on her forehead, the way her chest barely rose and fell, the way her face was swelling…

"Okay, does she have any immediate family we call?" I nodded. Quinn was on the phone with her parents, trying to get them to come up here to see Brittany. What a great way to meet the parents.

"How long will she be in a coma?" I said through quiet sobs.

"It's hard to tell how much trauma to the head she's endured. We're getting her into a MRI as soon as possible." The EMT kept his quick pace down the hallway, my feet dragging to keep up.

"Can she hear me?" The EMT nodded as we continued through continuous halls.

I looked down at Brittany one last time, knowing that once we went through the doors, I couldn't be with her.

"B… It's me, Santana… I was told you could hear me… I hope you can. Babe, I know you can pull through this, okay? Don't you dare leave me, Brittany. Please, I can't do this without you. You're my best friend, my girlfriend… my everything. I love you. I've been in love with you since I met you. Please, please, please… come back to me. Please." My tears were flowing like waterfalls down my cheek as I continued crying and talking. "When we get to the ICU, I have to leave you, but I promise you that I will come see you as soon as I can. Okay? B, you're a fighter. You've been through so much. You can do this. I have faith in you. Just please, don't leave me. I love you so much, Brittany."

And with that, we passed through the doors.

It felt like days had passed since Brittany had been in the ICU getting a MRI and CAT scan, but in reality, it had probably only been about 5 hours. Her parents arrived an hour ago. I still have yet to meet them…

Quinn and I are currently sitting in the waiting room while her parents talk to the doctor.

"Santana…" Quinn said softly. I continued to keep my face in my hands, trying not to cry anymore. "San, she's going to be okay. She's a big girl. She gets hurt all the time."

"Not helping, Q." I replied. "She's never been in a coma before!"

"I know, but Santana… she… she'll make it."

"But what if she doesn't, Quinn?" I raised my voice as I lifted my head to look at her. "What if she doesn't wake up? What if I lose her? I'm not ready to lose her."

Quinn got up from her seat and came to sit next to me. I started crying as I nuzzled my face into her shoulder. "Shh, Santana. She'll be fine." Quinn kept whispering over and over.

I watched in shock as Brittany's body hit the rail, sending her unbuckled helmet off her head. The force of the air caused her to fly back up. By the second time she hit, my snowboard was off of my feet and I was running towards the rail.

There was a small trail of blood from where she hit her head to where she lay in the snow.

"Brittany!" I screamed over and over. "B… WAKE UP. Quinn, call 911."

I wrapped my arms around Brittany, trying to level her head. "Brittany, please, baby, wake up." I brought her head up to my chest and held her close until the snow patrol came.

I looked down at my jacket and saw patches of blood all over.

All of these emotions were getting to me. Suddenly, I shot up from the chair and ran as fast as I could to the bathroom. Puking my guts out was the last thing I wanted to do, but I couldn't stop myself.

I threw myself into the bathroom stall, fell to my knees, and whatever I had in my stomach emptied out into the bowl.

I coughed whatever was left out and watched as it swirled down into the pipe. I heard the door open and a soft voice talk. It was a voice I didn't recognize at all.

"Dear, are you okay?" The voice asked. "Santana? It's Mrs. Pierce… Can I talk you?"

I pulled myself up off of the ground and opened the door. I nodded, wiping the tear from my eyes. I walked over to the sink and washed my mouth out before staring at Mrs. Pierce. Brittany was like a spitting image of her.

"This wasn't the way I wanted to meet you." I mumbled.

"It's okay, honey." Mrs. Pierce said inching closer to me. "I'm just glad Brittany has someone like you in her life. Come here." She extended her arms out like she wanted to hug me. I walked forward and crashed into the older woman's arms. She stroked my hair out before speaking again. "The doctor said she should be out of the coma in no more than two weeks. The swelling just has to go down before she can be conscious again. She's going to be fine, okay? I promise." I could feel the tears building up in me as I sobbed into my girlfriend's mother's shoulder.

"Shh… Santana… it's going to be okay." She repeated. "You really love my daughter, don't you?"

My eyes widened at her question. Was it too soon to love Brittany? I mean, Brittany loved me back. I've loved Brittany since I first heard her voice, that beautiful singing voice of hers.

"I do…" I cried. "I love her so much, this is scary for me. I've only ever lost Alexa…"

"You were with Alexa when she passed?" Mrs. Pierce asked.

"No, no. Not like that. Alexa was my cousin. We were inseparable until I started buckling down with college. Alexa had always talked about Brittany, I had just never met her until the funeral…"

"I'm so sorry, dear. Alexa was an amazing girl." Mrs. Pierce sympathized, "but you won't lose Brittany, too."

"You're the first person who hasn't told me loving Brittany was too soon…" I whispered.

"That's because I was in love with her father the first day I met him, too. Come on, let's go back to the waiting room. You can see Brittany, I can get you on the visitor list." She grabbed my hand.

I cracked a tiny smile, "Thank you, Mrs. Pierce."

"No way are you calling me that as long as you're with my daughter," She joked. "My name's Mary."

"Deal, Mary." I said as I followed her out of the bathroom.

November 18

I think I've read through three books since Brittany's been in the hospital. I also have been looking for a new place to live. My thoughts are to eventually move out of Mike's and to move into my own place… maybe with Brittany, maybe without. Everything has gone so not according to plan.

I'm not even sure if she'll remember her house burned down.

"Yeah, but I am so excited." I hear Tina's voice as she and Quinn entered the room.

"What are we excited about?" I asked, looking up from my book.

"Oh, moving in with Mike." Tina squealed. WAIT. REWIND. WHAT? When did Mike ever tell me that Tina was moving in with us? No, no, no. Not okay with this. I'm so not being third wheel in my own apartment.

"Santana, you okay? How could you not have known? It's been planned for like two weeks." Tina reasoned.

"No one told me…" I replied. I tried not getting angry.

"Mike said Brittany and him had already talked to you about this." Tina said.

"Brittany knew?" I asked, dumbfounded.

"Yeah…" Tina replied softly. I looked over to my girlfriend. I couldn't be mad at her. Not even if I tried. Not to mention she wasin a coma.

"I guess I wasn't really listening. When are you moving in?" I asked.

"In a couple of weeks. Mike said he found you an apartment and everything…" Tina said, "Seriously, Santana… I didn't kn-."

"It's okay. I've actually been looking myself." I replied, faking a smile as best as I could. "Quinn, how's the Chang/Lopez residence holding up for you? You haven't trashed my room, have you?" I asked remembering that Q and Brittany were supposed to be staying with us until their house was repaired.

"Actually, I'm living with Colby…" Quinn said bashfully.

"Oh wow. Look at you." I smiled.

Quinn just chuckled and came over to sit next to Brittany and me.

A few hours had passed and Quinn and Tina had left. I won't lie, I haven't left this hospital for the last three days. After I found the apartment I liked, I came back here. It's been two weeks since the doctor said she'd be out of her coma. I was in no way missing that.

I rubbed the back of Brittany's hand as I watched her chest rise and fall, unconsciously listening to the beeping of her heart monitor.

"Hey B…" I started, "It's been two weeks, and you're still being a fighter. I can't wait to see those baby blue eyes of yours. I'll be here when you wake up. I promise." I pressed my lips to her forehead before climbing into the hospital bed.

About a week ago, I got the a-okay by the nurse to sleep next to her. She said it wouldn't do her any bodily harm. I lazily wrapped my arm around her waist before snuggling into her shoulder.

"I love you, Brittany Susan Pierce. I'm in love with you. Please wake up so I can tell you."