=Brittany=
I wait till I hear her faint breathing to know she's asleep. I slide out from under her arm putting a pillow in my place. I start walking though our house. My palms are sweaty. 'Do it, Do it, Do it!' I am holding a pillow. 'Youngest first.' I didn't want to do this it's like I am a puppet for them. I had some will power left but they were stronger. I walk into our 9 month old's room. I'm crying now. I try to scream out but my voice doesn't work. I try to stop myself at the door but he's pushing me forcing me through the door way. He's holding a knife to my back if I stop or show a sign of rebelance, he makes small invisible cuts until I continue. After years of this, I had little power over them. I walk up to his crib he's dressed in a Yankees onesie. I press the pillow over his tan face he looked the most like her. He stilled quickly and then he walks me to the next bed room. Our three year old. She had my pale skin, dark thick hair like hers. Blue eyes like mine. I don't want to but he makes me. I press the pillow over her tiny face she squeals for a minute or two then she is silenced too. Now our oldest our seven year old laying on his belly with his little blond head sticking out of the covers. I roll him over to see her eyes looking back at me I press the pillow to his face crying, he took the longest to go. I wanted to stop but they wouldn't let me. I go back to our bed room I press the pillow over my wife of 9 years face...
"Brittany, Brittany. Come on Britt-Britt wake up." I sit up and hug her tightly crying into her shoulder. She hushed me like I have done for her time and time again. "You had another dream where you hurt me didn't you." I nod. I couldn't talk about how murdered our children.
"They made me." I manage to get out.
"But Lawson said..."
"What if she's wrong, San. What if I just snap one day and murder our babies."
She continues to hold me, "You saw our babies, what did they look like?" I knew she was trying to get me off the subject of hating myself.
"They were beautiful San. They looked like ours and I killed them. How did they look in your dreams?"
"I only got a good look at them once and she was perfect. You won't hurt them Britt. They haven't bothered you for a very long time. They have finally found a combination of medication that works and the only ones that have turned up at all is Tubs and Goat. Your just nervous because graduation is in a few months. We're going to do fine. You have the tools to make them go away when they rear their ugly head. My parents have gotten us an apartment across from Mr. Schue and Ms. P. My cousin and his room mate lives below it, they'll will keep an eye out for us. Papi has also reserved us both a job. Your going to be an assistant at local dance studio and I'm a secretary for my case worker. We already have our foot in the door. Don't let one bad dream mess that up for us, you wouldn't let me let mine keep me from moving out of here, would you." I shake my head. She was still afraid of the outside world, because so many men have done her wrong. Here she was safe. I had been here nearly 6 years she 3 years. Parts of us didn't want to leave but we wanted our freedom.
"Gosh I love you." I say happy for her little speech.
She pushes my chin up to kiss me. I love you too, now stop crying before I join you." She continues to comfort me until I fall back to sleep all bad thoughts having evaporated from my head.
=Will=
Graduation. Most of my glee clubers have already gone home. Brittany and Santana were the last, mainly because one couldn't do without the other Santana still had graphic nightmares but she didn't lash out anymore and as long as Brittany was there when she woke up she recovered fairly fast.
Now the day has come where all the original members are graduating. It's hard to believe that two years ago I was in an awful marriage in a cubical job that I hated. Now I had a job I loved and gave me purpose. I have a beautiful fiancee who loves the glee club as much as I do, she didn't nag at me it is a equal partnership. Emma is perfect.
Two years ago twelve kids were very damaged and sick. Artie couldn't accept that he'd never walk again and resented the world for it. Blaine still felt guilt for his sexuality. Rachel thought she did something wrong or wasn't good enough when she didn't get her way. Mike woudn't talk to any one more than the normal 'excuse me's' and 'thank yous' and if he did it was about dance. Tina wouldn't talk at all and had trouble working in groups. Sam woudn't eat unless it applied to his strict diet. Quinn still waited for her parents to love her for all that she was. Finn hated himself for any mistake even if his mother never stopped loving him. Kurt self esteem was in the gutter. Mercedes turned to food for comfort. Puck was a womanizer and pretty vain. All have recovered some will be medicated for the rest of their lives, but they can live long happy productive lives.
I have talked to Santana and Brittany's parents we managed to get them in an apartment across us. They are still the sickest out of the kids, but it was more fear of living alone when they have lived in a very safe place for 5+ years. They just needed to be eased back into the real world. It wouldn't be the same with out them in my class next September. Sure there were new kids, Sugar, Rory, Joe, Lauren, Matt, Becky, Jacob and Sunshine. But I was still loosing half the club that I had taught and grown to love for the last two years.
It was going to be weird seeing them as adults and treating them as adults. Emma and I would have difficulty not checking up on them. I worry that if we do we would intrude on an intimate time, or annoy them enough to move before they are ready. I know by word of mouth that they have been planing a wedding since before Brittany's accident. They planned on getting engaged and adapted to living on their own. After finding a therapist because of all the drugs they have to take to be normal, they are going to move to Iowa to actually get married. It was sweet but still dreams of little school girls. We'll have to wait and see what happens, they both are lucky enough to have supportive family as far as their parents and sibling go. I don't know about their extended families.
Someone had to look after them, I'll be sure to offer to walk them from place to place. It's not like there are a lot of shady people around here but Brittany is too trusting and Santana is nervous about everyone, I don't know how she would react if someone were to 'check out' either of them. It's not like they aren't attractive. Everyone at LIMH just knew better. They were young women now and very pretty young women. Strangers aren't going to know that flirting with either of them is a terrible idea. I'm worried they're going to end up being sent back.
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AN: If you have noticed I have been glacing over a lot of time. Mainly because it would just be the same drill. There is going to be a Brittana epilogue but if you want a full chapter on any of the remaining characters, ask in the review. This will be the last chapter before the epilogue but it's not set in stone.
