A/N: I know that this story has a lot of you sad right now, well you should know I'm in that boat right along with you. Reading angst is hard, but writing it just feels cruel. Anyway I hope you find it in your heart to forgive me. Enjoy :)

"Move." Santana ordered as she approached her locker and saw a sophomore jock from the hockey team leaning against it.

"What was that?" Christian quirked an eyebrow, clearly unimpressed.

"I said move. And do it now, before you get your hair juice all over my locker." Santana's face was disgusted. "Seriously what is that anyway? Is that supposed to be hair gel? Or is your mother planning on buttering the turkey this year.. with your head."

The jock flinched forward, causing Santana to take a step back.

"Do you think I give a damn what you want or what you think, dyke?"

Santana clenched her jaw.

"I think you better watch the way you're talking to me." She bit.

"Or what? You'll go all super saiyen raging butch on my ass?" Christian's buddies erupted in laughter while they all exchanged high fives.

Santana was in fact enraged and ready to attack.

"Fuck you asshole." Santana slapped Christian across the face and shoved him backward.

Christian rubbed his face from the sting, whether it was his pride or face that hurt more, Santana wasn't sure.

She smirked knowing she was about to get a rise out of the boy.

"Do it again dyke." Christian seethed.

"Do what again?" Santana arched an eyebrow. "You mean this?" She stepped forward and shoved Christian back once more.

"You stupid bitch." Christian grabbed both of her arms and forced her into a near locker.

Santana hit the cold metal with an oomph.

"Hey!"

Both Santana and the boy turned toward the voice shouting and both of their eyebrows shot up when they saw the blonde usually attached to the Latina's hip in a similar cheerio uniform gripping her books tightly to her chest with anger.

"Well, look who it is." The jock clicked his tongue. "The stupid one, but my God you are hot." He took a step back from Santana and looked toward the blonde. "You know I always have had a thing for blondes." He stepped toward Brittany and reached to loop his fingers through her hair.

"Don't you fucking touch her." Santana yanked on the jocks arm forcing him to spin around. In a split second she was winding her arm back and forming a fist.

"Santana!" Brittany yelled, pushing Santana against the lockers before she was able to throw a punch. She wrapped her arms around the brunette's waist and brought her lips to her ear. "He's not worth it, you'll get expelled."

Brittany pulled back and reached for Santana's hand. They laced their fingers with each other and Brittany led Santana down the hall, looking for the nearest empty classroom.

"That's right! Walk away!" Christian called after the pair. "Whipped dyke!"

Santana clenched her jaw and Brittany tightened her death grip on the brunette's hand.

Approaching the end of the hall Brittany found Mr. Shue's history room was now empty, and remembered it would be through the next period. She hurriedly ushered Santana into the room and shut the door behind them, taking them to the desk in the corner or the room that nobody would be able to see through the window.

"I never got my things out of my locker." Santana huffed.

Brittany smirked and patted the spot on top of the table, hinting Santana should hop up. Santana took the hint.

"You're skipping next period." Brittany said in a hushed tone, placing both of her hands on Santana's thighs and swiftly separating them and shuffling between them so they were now chest to chest.

Santana raised a questioning brow causing Brittany to smirk.

"You're skipping so you can cool down, you're skipping and you're staying in this room with me. No questions. We'll get your things from your locker next period." Brittany ordered.

Santana scoffed, rolling her eyes and crossing her arms over her chest.

"Don't do that." Brittany pulled at her forearm.

"Do what?" Santana asked.

"Attempt to shut me out." Brittany sighed. "I thought we were passed that."

"This is never gonna stop B." Santana shrugged. "What happened today, that's the uphill battle we fight."

"So let's fight it together!" Brittany interrupted.

Santana shook her head and let out a tired breath.

"For the record, I want to fight every battle with you." Brittany squeezed the Latina's forearm.

This caused Santana to smirk. She glanced up and saw her blonde girlfriend staring down at her, eyes glittering with hope. Brittany had so much faith in them, in her. A full toothy grin spread across Santana's face.

"You'll always save me from myself, Brittany Pierce." Santana shook her head.

"Hey." Brittany cooed, cupping Santana's face with both hands. "I'll save you from everything."

Santana's eyes began to well up in tears. She nodded in understanding under Brittany's intense gaze. In that moment Santana leaned into Brittany and they connected their lips in the most delicate way for the sweetest of kisses.

"I'll save you from everything." Brittany rocked back and forth. "I'll save you from everything." Brittany held her knees tightly to her chest and stared down at the sheets on the hospital bed.

"Jesus, what's happening with her?" Rachel walked in with wide eyes.

"They had to forcefully remove her from Santana's room and sedate her. I think she had a nightmare while she was under because she woke up in a panic and then this started happening." Quinn watched on to her friend sadly.

"How's Santana fairing?" Rachel sat down next to her girlfriend on the only other available chair in the room.

"She had a seizure but they were able to get her vitals back to normal again." Quinn sighed.

"Santana needs to find her way back to us." Rachel shook her head helplessly. "To Brittany."

Quinn and Rachel's heads snapped toward the door when it came swinging open with a loud bang.

"What happened?" Claudia demanded.

"I don't know Mrs. Lopez, Brittany had a mental breakdown or something." Quinn stared at the older Latina wide eyed.

"Leave me with her." Claudia sighed.

Quinn and Rachel silently nodded, making their exit toward the room.

Claudia watched on while Brittany rocked back and forth. She let out another patient sigh and sat on the end of the hospital bed.

"Stop rocking dear, look at me." Claudia placed her hand over Brittany's knee.

Brittany never ceased, she kept her eyes trained on the sheets and continued her movement.

Claudia tightened her grip on Brittany's knee.

"Brittany, please." Mrs. Lopez pleaded but Brittany never faltered. "What happened?" Claudia asked.

Brittany halted.

"Between you and my daughter? What happened?" She pleaded.

"You're really beautiful Britt." Macey continued to walk forward.

Brittany winced at the memory creeping back in her mind.

"Shh, it's okay." Macey lips were just barely ghosting Brittany's lips. She settled her hand on Brittany's bare hip.

Brittany's eyes began to feel hot with tears and her nose flared in anger.

"Brittany?"

This memory always came back to her as clear as day. It's the sound of Santana's broken, raspy voice. Worse was the tortured, wounded look in her eyes.

Brittany's hiccupped and lost all control. The tears began to fall and familiar loss of breath caused her to gasp frantically, trying to keep it together. She began to kneed the palms of her fists into her temple to ease the aching feeling of her head about to explode.

"Oh sweetheart." Claudia watched on with glossy eyes of her own. She felt like she was losing two of her daughters in this hospital.

"What happened Brittany, you can tell me." The older Latina wrapped both her arms around the panicked blonde and pulled her into a tight embrace.

With what little breath Brittany could muster she heaved in as much air as she could and instantly smelled a familiar scent. Mrs. Lopez clothes and hair had deeply absorbed the recognizable smell of the Lopez home back in Ohio. It was a lovely scent, a scent that smelled like Brittany's happy place. Oh how she wished she could disappear to her happy place right now. But she'd never be so lucky. She was permanently going to be stuck in this hell. Her moment of bliss lasted all of about two seconds before she was crumbling back into her state of hysterics.

"Brittany please, I want to help you. I can't help you if I don't know what's wrong." Claudia began to feel her resolve start to break down.

A handful of minutes felt like hours in the deafening silence that followed Brittany's breakdown.

"It's all my fault." Brittany croaked.

"Hm?" Claudia pulled back so she could look the blonde straight in the face. "Brittany," Mrs. Lopez sighed. "You cannot place blame on yourself for something as heavy as this. Santana was in a freak accident, going too fast around a winding curve. Don't you dare put this on yourself."

Brittany scoffed. She didn't deserve people feeling pity on her.

"She wasn't driving too fast," Brittany wiped her tears with the back of her hand. "She was driving too angry." Brittany shook her head and looked back down to the sheets.

"What do you mean?" Claudia furrowed her brow. "How do you know she was angry?"

"Because I was the last person she spoke too, I'm the reason why she's angry."

Claudia shook her head furiously.

"What? No." Claudia refused to believe what Brittany was telling her.

"Mrs. Lopez, the night of Santana's accident she came to my apartment. She saw something she should have never seen." Brittany gripped the sheets hard as she spoke.

"You're not making any sense Brittany." Mrs. Lopez voice waivered.

"She walked in on me with another woman. She thought she saw me cheating." Brittany felt the same acid feeling from that night start to creep up her throat again.

"You were unfaithful to my daughter?" Claudia said breathlessly.

Brittany's eyes snapped up.

"What? I-uh, no!" Brittany defended. "I would never do that."

Claudia's looked on to Brittany with a pained expression.

"Mrs. Lopez, you need to know that I would never," Brittany reached out to grab Claudia's hand but was shocked when Mrs. Lopez jumped back. "hurt your daughter." She trailed off slowly and slightly confused.

Claudia looked away from Brittany, not wanting to hear another word.

"But you don't believe that do you?" Brittany's lip trembled.

Claudia snapped her head back toward the blonde.

"Santana might not wake up Brittany." Claudia said coldly. "If she dies, you killed her." Her voice was sharp and resolute.

In that moment Brittany could feel her chest cave in. She was sure she could hear her heart shredding into a million pieces.

"Yo-you can't honestly believe that." Brittany choked out.

"You have quite possibly taken my only daughter from me." Mrs. Lopez stood up and smoothed out her skirt. "And for that, I will never forgive you." Claudia was turning on her heels and exiting the room before Brittany could even process the conversation had ended.

Santana's POV

I'm in a pitch black room with a constant echo.

That's my life these days, darkness and loud yet fogy voices. At first I thought I was incredibly intoxicated. I was way off, there's no way that was the case because everyone around me sounds so sad and me being drunk is never sad. When I'm drunk I'm a fucking riot! .. You know, at least I think I am.

I know my body hurts, like really hurts .It's probably the worst pain of my life, but nobody listens to me when I try to tell them.

I screamed out today in frustration because Brittany of all people wouldn't listen to me. She was right there, I could hear her talking, but she wouldn't listen to me. She was going on and on about how she never meant to hurt me. I kept trying to ask her what she meant but she wouldn't answer me, she just kept talking. So I screamed at her. I screamed for her to listen and then everything in my mind started to pulse. There were times where I could literally hear my heart stop and start back up again. A few times I heard her begging me to wake up.

Wake up? Why would I need to wake up? Before I ever got to ask her, everything went quiet. My whole world was completely still. It was all so surreal, the next thing I heard after that was a room full of voices. Every last voice was deep and incredibly muffled. I felt myself getting a headache trying to understand what they were saying, so I would just simply block everything out and attempt to get some sleep.

It was impossible to get any sleep with that irritating tapping sound that kept fading in and out. What was tapping? I had no idea, but it wouldn't stop. Some fingers? Not quite. A foot? Maybe. I wish someone would quit with the racket though.

"I can't believe she did this to you." My mother's voice hummed through my thoughts.

Mom?

"I'm so sorry baby, I'm so incredibly sorry."

Mama!

"I've given that girl all of my love, and this is how she repays me?" I could hear my mother start to weep. "She takes my baby from me." I felt her head lay on my thighs and could feel her hand grasp mine.

Mama, why can't you hear me! Why the fuck is everyone ignoring me?

"Hija, you have to wake up from this coma. So many people would suffer in this world if you were not in it."

Coma?

Brittany said something about a coma too.

Come to think of it, every voice in this dark room has muttered it at least once.

"The coma is a result of a severe brain injury."

Fuck! I've grown up around doctors my entire life, and that wasn't just any voice. That was the voice of a doctor explaining a prognosis. And it wasn't just any prognosis, it was mine.

I'm not in a dark room. I'm in a coma.

A/N:If there are any spelling issues in this chapter I apologize, I'm posting it while I'm at work so I didn't get to review it much.