Due to the many people who did not send emails to me or are on Guest and because I simply don't have the time. I've decided that I'm going to post the endings here. If you've already read it that's fine; nothing has changed; however, if you have chosen between one or the other before and have been curious about the ending you did not choose, the ending is provided for you. However, I will say that Ending 1 would have been what I had posted, had I chosen to post only one. I did two for those who wanted a different outcome. With that said, I just didn't want to keep people waiting any longer, so I hope you all who haven't read it enjoy.

Part II: Chapter Thirteen

x.

I wish I could admit that I was prepared for this. I wish I could have told you all the things I wanted to and do the things we said we would do. Have a life, take on the world together because we were together it didn't matter. I guess the world has a twisted sense of humor. I should hate the world for everything, but I realized I just can't because you won't let me.

x.

I awake briefly in the night, my eyes still feel as if weights are keeping them from even staying open. Its then that I am met with silence; just complete utter silence. It's that deafening sound that almost feels like white noise. I still lay with Santana and it doesn't register instantaneously...

Until it does.

I turn my head to the heart monitor and it has been turned off. I look to my left and see Rachel sitting there with dried tears upon her cheeks. She breaths a shaky sigh, grimacing at me. I shake my head because I know what she wants to say.

I tighten my hold to Santana and just cry. I lay my head upon her shoulder; it's still warm. I expect to hear her breathing, whether it was labor or struggling. I expected to just hear it. But it never came. I'm only met with silence.

"She asked me if at any point she crashes in the night for me to turn off the monitor," Rachel says softly as I continue to lay my head on her chest. Her skin beginning to glisten from them falling upon her.

"She didn't want you to see her like that; be rushed out while we tried to get her to recover, especially if there was a chance she wouldn't wake up," she adds and I nod distantly as I continue to cry silently into Santana's lifeless form.

By this time, Rachel merely gives my back a few strokes before leaving me to grieve to myself, noting that Santana's body will need to be taken soon. I lay with her a little longer and stare at her face. It's still as perfect as it's always been and I take it all in, expecting to be met with those dark brown eyes and that beautiful smile; that perfect dimple; but again, it never comes.

I kiss her lips finally and wipe my tears away from my face, whispering into her ear. "It's okay San, I'll be okay. I promise," I tell her one last time, kissing her cheek as I press the button for a nurse to come in and take her.

It's time to say goodbye.

x.

I suppose it'd be easier to be angry with you. To say, you should have fought harder. You should have stayed. You should have never left me, but that is just something I could never ask of you. You were more than my wife. You were my best friend and I'm so glad to have had the opportunity to love you; to know that it is possible to find love in the rarest of places with a population of 18.9 million people and growing; with at least five million taking the subway five times a week; I found you.

x.

It's after the service and I'm simply standing in front of Santana's gravestone. I had nightmares of this moment and they came true. Watching Santana's family; my family broken as she was lowered into her grave was the hardest thing I had to witness. I held Isabella as she sobbed uncontrollably; me silently. I'm trying to be strong, but I all but feel simply exhausted from crying in our apartment to planning the funeral. I don't think I have much energy left in me; I feel like I walking corpse that's just existing.

I trace the engraving on the cool stone with my finger tips as if to remember just simply who she was and she is remembered by many. Her past students were present, some collages, Brittany, my parents, Fran and David; Santana's family that weren't even speaking to her even showed, like her father. I didn't want to meet him though, so I stayed away.

Everybody has cleared out by now and I feel a presence behind me, but I don't turn around because I hear them move closer to stand by my side. I chance a glance and see that flowing blonde hair moving freely with the wind. She's dressed in black attire which makes me think she attended the funeral. I haven't spoken to her since our break up, so I'm not sure why she even came, but I'm sure she has her reasons.

"Thank you for coming," I say softly because no other words are coming to mind as I continue to stare at my wife's grave.

"Brittany and I ran into each other, she told me what had happened," she explains as she turns her body to face me. I finally turn away from the stone and meet her eyes. "I'm so sorry for your loss Quinn and I mean that," she says and I believe her. I tear up a little bit at her words because even after everything I have done to this woman, she is still here; she's here supporting me.

I bite my lip hard, nodding my thanks at her words. "I'm sorry too," I breath out to her and she smiles sadly at me, wiping a stray tear from my cheek. I close my eyes trying to keep them in.

"Maybe this is what was meant to happen," she breaths out. "Maybe you were meant to go through all these crazy obstacles that led you to the one person who was meant to have your heart," she adds and I look at her in confusion.

"So then why did fate take her away from me?" I ask because that is something I don't think I'll ever understand. Why would the world be so harsh and take away the one person I ever truly card about, loved wholeheartedly and was loyal to?

"That's something you'll have to figure out on your own," she says softly. "Fate is fucked up sometimes. It can throw you the greatest thing to ever happen to you in front of you then take it away in an instant, but I believe there is always a reason behind it, you just got to find out what it truly is," she explains further. She always was the logical type and maybe she's right; and in do time, I'll find out what that reason is.

x.

I've learned a lot about fate these last few years. Fate brought you to me three times before I even knew you. It allowed me three opportunities before finally allowing me to take a chance on you. It allowed me to fall in love with you, allowed you to bring me joy in even my worst times, allowed me to have amazing memories with you. Through all of this, it made me see exactly what it was meant to. I was meant to fall in love with you all along and you were meant to leave me in the end and now I know why.

x.

The hardest part of losing Santana is coming home, knowing that she won't be there when I come through the door from work. Walking into a quiet apartment was something I was used to before, but then I guess I got comfortable. I'm used to seeing her sitting on the couch in front of her laptop; which is still sitting neatly on the coffee table where she last left it. I'm used to being graced with her wide smile and coming over to her, kissing her softly; or sometimes it'd be intended as being soft only to turn heavier; I think I miss those moments.

It's even harder to go through the closet and see all her clothes neatly placed in from when she did her laundry last. I pull out her jacket; that famous jacket she wore everywhere, even when we first met and I hold it clothes to me. I place it over my head and just wrap my arms around myself to take in her scent. It engulfs me like she's the one with her arms around me; fuck I miss you so much.

I place my hand in the pocket and suddenly feel a box in it. In both confusion and curiosity, I open it and inside is a PO Box address.

PO Box. 245

555 Bakers Street, New York, New York

I quickly check my watch and see I have time before the post office closes. I rush out of the apartment with my keys in hand and make the quick walk to the post office. Bakers Street is only a few blocks away, so in the slight chill I just walk and with one goal in mind. Whatever is inside of this PO Box, Santana wanted me to find it. She knew I would reach for that jacket; she had to know. I knew it was her favorite one; that had to be why she kept it in there; just in case we were too late.

When I reach the entrance of the building I ask the post office worker for the key for box number 245. Inside were documents and what looked to be a flash drive. I sigh softly, before closing the box and returning the key back, then retreat back to the apartment.

I sit down on the couch in front of Santana's laptop and turn it on. Once it completely boots up, I insert the drive and a video file comes up. I click on it and sit back as it starts up.

Santana's face pops up; and she's alive. My tears begin to well up as she's adjusting the camera, my hand cups at my mouth when I realize exactly when she filmed this.

She's sitting up on her bed and I'm laying there curled up to her sleeping. It's the first time we actually slept together; the day before she told me it was a mistake.

"Hey Quinn." Her voice comes into the speakers and my tears begin to fall helplessly. "I guess by the time you watch this, something bad as happened," she looks down and over at me, stroking my hair behind my ear. I subconsciously touch that spot as if she's doing it now and I feel it.

She looks back up at the camera with sadness. "I'm sorry for what I'm about to do to you when you awake. The truth is," her eyes begin to gloss over as I know tears are welling up in her own eyes. "The truth is what happened between us was real. It wasn't a mistake; loving you was never a mistake and it'll never be a mistake," she states stopping for a bit, assuming to collect her thoughts.

"When we were in Ohio and up on the barn, looking up at the stars. I wished in that moment I had the chance to have kissed you. If I could go back now, I probably would have; maybe we would have had more time; but I sense that our time is running out,"

"Just know, whether you watch this a few years from now and are married happily to someone you love or you're just sitting in your apartment, know that I loved you till the end of my days Quinn Fabray. I loved you with all I could, even if I couldn't tell you that to your face," I'm sobbing now as I watch her wipe her tears furiously, taking one last look at my sleeping form. I watch her lean over and kiss me, lingering there for a little bit, before slipping off the bed and smiling tearfully at it before turning it off.

I just sit there and continue to cry, slipping the laptop off me and laying it on the coffee table. I wrap myself tighter into her jacket and just sob; I don't know how long, but I did till I fell asleep.

x.

I'm finally sitting down with Santana's legal papers, looking through them. Some of it is her will, which she finalized leaving me with her possessions. I knew she updated it when we got engaged and had her mom sign as the witness. The other thing that stood out, which wasn't exactly a legal paper at all, but a copy of her driver's license. I look down and my eyes widen slightly, forcing me to grow intrigued.

I pick up my phone and call Rachel after finding this revelation. "Hey Rachel it's Quinn, am I bothering you at a bad time?" I ask as I stand from my chair and circle the living room.

"No not at all Quinn, how are you holding up?" She asks and from the tone of her voice it sounds both hesitant and sad.

"I'm doing okay, trying to get through her papers, clothes and just pushing forward," I say sadly and it's true. I've been feeling more and more at peace then say two months ago; which was when it happened. It's still a slow process and I'm not completely over it, but I know these times heal themselves.

"But I found a copy of her driver's license and it said she was a donor, is it possible she could have donated her organs to other people?" I ask curiously and I hear her hum at this.

"It is possible, we did take her with enough time to remove any vital healthy organs, why?" She asks and I sigh, shaking my head. I run my hand through my hair.

"Its just that you hear stories about people getting in contact with families that a loved one donated their organs to and I don't know, I was hoping maybe I can get in contact with any of them. Maybe it's the closure I need to know that a part of her is still around and that she did what she originally set out to do; save a life or two," I explain and Rachel is silent for a moment that I almost think she hung up or our call dropped.

She sighs on her head shakily. "I'll see what I can find out. I don't want you to get high expectations, though we've had other people ask this at the hospital; some of the donors didn't want to know who their donated organ came from; however, I will see what I can do. I'll talk to my Chief and I'll contact you if I find anything out," she states and I smile softly at her words.

"Yes thank you for this Rachel. Talk to you soon," one way or another, Rachel is a part of my life now so I know we will be talking again whether it's because of the donors or not.

Not even two weeks later, I get a knock on the door and walk over to open it and see Rachel on the other end. She has take out and I smile gratefully at this, she also has a manila envelope in her hand, which I don't question till I have everything placed out on the coffee table. I get us forks and hand her one then situate myself on the couch.

"Oh these came for you," she hands the envelope to me and I place my food down, opening it to see two smaller envelopes inside. I pull one out and break the seal. Inside is a picture of a family I don't know with a baby in their arms, I smile softly at it; they look happy. I open the letter that comes with it and begin to read quietly:

Hello,

My name is Marley Rose Linely. My story is kind of cliche, but I fell in love with my now husband when I was in high school. I knew when I saw him, even with his pre-pubescent Justin Bieber hair, I knew he was it for me. I don't know how or when but you just kind of know, you know?

Anyway, Ryder and I married out of high school and went to college together. It wasn't long after college that we decided to start a family. Ryder got a job right after graduation working for an amazing company and I worked as a writer; it was like we had the perfect life. We were also welcoming our first child; life really couldn't have been better. It wasn't till Ryder started complaining about pain that I started to worry.

We got devastating news when we found out Ryder was going into liver failure. These were the hardest times in our lives, Ryder was in and out of the hospital, constantly sick and with me at seven months pregnant; the stress we were facing was unimaginable, but we stayed strong and loyal. When you say those vows you really just don't think about anything else, but staying by their side.

We got Ryder on the transplant list immediately, but didn't hear back till two and half months ago. We were told his liver was coming from upstate New York and it was the happiest moment of our lives, but I still grieved because it made me remind myself that someone else had to die to save him. I guess I know now who it was.

I can't imagine what you are going through and I know now this is something I could have been faced with. I was told that Santana was an amazing woman and almost didn't get on the list because she wanted to save lives by not depriving someone else of getting a new heart. Just know she didn't die in vain. She didn't die with nothing to show for it. She allowed my husband to live to see his son grow; take his first steps, say his first words, teach him how to do things honorably.

I needed you to know that Quinn and I hope you get the closure you so deserve. Be strong.

Sincerely,

The Linley Family.

I took a shaky breath after finishing Marley's letter and I can't help tearing up at her kind words. My tears don't fall for sadness of missing Santana, but for the fact that she did do exactly what she set out to do; save lives. She's always been selfless that way; she saved mine.

I wipe my tears from my face and by now Rachel as stopped eating to allow me time to read the second one, but I motion for her to continue as I don't want her to stop on my account. I've been waiting for these letters or contact and I don't think I can eat till I finish reading them both.

So I clear my throat and break the seal on the second one, and that's when I lose it. I see a mom and a beautiful little girl, probably no more than four years old in her mother's arms. She was as tan as Santana with light brown eyes; she looked happy.

I sniffle before reaching inside further to open the next letter:

Dear Quinn Lopez,

I just want to express my deepest condolence to you and your family and friends for your loss. I cannot imagine what it must feel like to lose a partner to such a terrible tragedy. You're probably wondering who I am, so here it goes: Hello my name his Maya Everett and I'm writing this on behalf of my daughter, Tasha.

When Tasha was born, it was the happiest moment of my life. I finally had someone to call my own, that would love me unconditionally. My daughter is my absolute world and savoir. I was going down a terrible path with zero ambitions and picking the wrong people; especially men in my life.

I found out I was pregnant by my now ex boyfriend and when I told him; he hit me; some congratulations, right? The sad part is, I expected that out of him. He didn't want anything to do with me nor Tasha; and I was fine with that. So fast forward a bit and I moved in with my grandmother and told her I was enrolling back into school.

When I gave birth, Tasha lit up the room, even if she was crying profusely. So as you can figure out, I'm a single mother and I'm currently an RN over in Long Island. We have a decent house for just the two of us and we are happy, but it wasn't always roses and daffodils.

I was in one of my night classes, when my grandmother called me to tell me that Tasha was sick. I didn't have to hear anything else before I rushed to the hospital and when I got there, they ran all these tests. Tasha was crying and terrified; I was crying and terrified; and when the tests came back to tell us her kidney was going into kidney failure. They told us we can slow it down by keeping her on medication, blood pressure monitoring, and keep her eating right, but the long term solution would be a transplant. She was two years old when we found out.

Time was ticking and I was stressed, still trying to complete my classes and stay strong for my daughter. The doctors were keeping her progression slow, till six months ago where we were just running out of time. Tasha at this point was hospital bound because there was nothing else I could do, but keep her there and be monitor all around.

When we got word that she had a match coming from upstate, it was the happiest moment of my life. I was still worried because I know sometimes the body rejects organ transplants, but it was successful and my baby is now healthy and happy.

I wanted to contact you because I learned about who her donor was, so you can imagine my surprise to discover you wanted to know us. I think you deserve to know how grateful I am for Santana, even under the circumstances. She saved my daughter and I'll be forever thankful for that. I wish I had been able to know her; I imagine she was a wonderful human being and as her wife I'm sure you already know that.

Just know it wasn't for nothing.

Sincerely,

Maya and Tasha.

Below the letter was Maya's contact information in case I wanted to keep in touch and that warmed my heart. Knowing that Santana saved two people from different backgrounds brings me such peace.

I chance a look over at Rachel who grimaces at me. "You going to be okay?" She asks and I smile down at the two pictures from both letters.

"I think so," I tell her with confidence because I just have to be.

x.

I get why you were meant to leave me because I think all along you were meant to save me; save me from myself. Before you I was just living, working day to day, not thinking about settling down, and not even seeing my family because I was too ashamed of what I did in high school that I didn't want to face it if I went back. You came into my life and changed everything. You were meant to show me love, show me that we make mistakes, show me that it's okay to have a wonderful life and still work and be in love at the same time. You were everything; you are everything and I just want to let you know; it's okay. I'll be okay and I did love you till your very last breath and I will continue loving you till my very last breath.

Goodbye Santana. I'll see you again soon.

Your Wife; Quinn Fabray.

Santana Lopez

November 18th, 1989 -March 25th, 2015