A/N: I guess being away for so long really affected you guys because I think that's the most reviews I've gotten since I started this fic?! So thank you all so much for your love and support! Maybe this next chapter I'll get more? PLEASE haha
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I hope you enjoy this chapter. There's some fluff but it has a lot of needed angst.
And guys….the Brittana proposal and bed scene….I just can't….I just can't…..I'm dead but alive if that makes sense?
Disclaimer: I do not own Glee or its characters. I do not condone any of the illegal activities I may write about.
When they get back to Brittany's house from Central Park, Brittany takes Santana straight upstairs and before she can do anything about it, Brittany straddles Santana's hips and their lips crash together. Santana pulls Brittany's jacket off and discards it somewhere on the floor. Brittany's hands move up Santana's shirt and she yelps at her girlfriend's cold touch. Brittany pulls back looking surprised by her reaction but Santana laughs "Your hands are freezing" Brittany blushes it off and continues touching Santana in the way she wished she could all the time.
Santana suddenly grabbed Brittany's back and flips them over so now Santana is on top of Brittany. The blonde stared up at her with a look of lust in her eyes and Santana couldn't help but smile.
The rest of their night was spent making love. Even though they had been doing this for eight months now, it still seemed new to both of them. Every time they would find out something different or new about each other.
Brittany's laid with her head on her girlfriend's shoulder and played her fingers across her stomach. "What are you thinking about?" Santana brought her hand up and started stroking blonde hair.
"How happy I am…with you…with what my future holds." She kissed Brittany's forehead continued brushing her fingers through her hair.
"I'm happy too. I'm usually a happy person all the time, but it's amazing how much better things get when I'm around you." Santana let out a sigh and Brittany sat up.
"You saved me Brittany." Brittany looked at her strangely and Santana smiled at her. "Before you, I had nothing to look forward to. I had no future, no love, no anything…You're my everything and I'm so happy I found you."
Brittany hugged her side and kissed her. She didn't have to words to convey how she felt about Santana. She just wished her actions spoke louder than everything. "I love you Santana."
"I love you too Britt. To infinity." A tanned thumb ran over the bracelet on her wrist and she smiled. She knew that with everything inside of her, Santana meant what she had said.
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Brittany was jolted awake by Santana's body being ripped from under her. She quickly sat herself up and rubbed her eyes. "Santana what's wrong?"
She was grabbing her clothes and putting them on as fast as she could. "I have to go Britt. I'm sorry."
"Why?" She got up and walked over to her obviously panicked girlfriend "Santana what's going on?"
Santana shook her head and continued dressing. "Puck got shot…" Brittany's jaw dropped. It was too good to be true that they thought they were done with all this stuff. "I have to go to the hospital." Brittany put her hand on Santana's shoulder and she stopped her hurried movements.
"I'll drive you. You can't drive like this." Santana finished putting in the last of her clothing and nodded submissively to Brittany. A single tear ran down her cheek and when Brittany's thumb went to wipe it away Santana feel into her and started crying.
"I can't lose him Britt. Not like this." Brittany held her close and kissed her head.
"You're not going to lose him Santana. The doctors will take care of him." Santana pulled back and wiped her eyes. Brittany gave her weak smile.
They made their way to Brittany's car and she drove them hastily to the hospital. Santana stayed on her phone texting Mercedes to stay up on Puck's condition and her father to let him know what had happened.
When they got there it was like the last time and Santana bolted inside. Brittany followed close behind and let her have her space.
Santana didn't know how to feel. Puck was like her brother, even though the last time they talked they didn't end on good words. She loved him, he was her family as far as she was concerned.
She turned a hallway and Mercedes was sitting in a waiting room. She rushed over to her and sat down next to her. The two girls sat there for a moment just holding each and passing comforting words.
"Anything new?" Mercedes shook her head and wiped under her eyes.
"He's been in surgery for four hours now. I don't know what going on." Her voice was full of quiet grief.
"What happened?" Santana asked intently. Brittany sat in the chair next to her and put her hand on Santana's leg. She put her own hand over it and gave it a squeeze.
"He was with Carlos. They were on the corner and some guys in a car stopped. They thought they were who they were waiting on but instead Carlos got a bullet in the head and Puck got one in the chest." Mercedes played with the hem of her shirt and sniffled to keep from crying. She took a shaky breath and Santana laid her head on the shoulder. They stayed like that for a minute and then a man in blue scrubs, covered in blood, entered the room. Brittany was the first to see him and she nudged Santana's leg.
They all got to their feet as the doctor called out for 'Puckerman, Noah?" He looked briefly at all of them and sighed loudly, pinching the bridge of his nose. "Mr. Puckerman suffered severe internal bleeding. His heart stopped twice, but luckily we were able to stop the bleeding and he's barely stable. He's unconscious and I have no idea how long he will be."
Santana grabbed Brittany's hand and held it tight. The doctor continued on, "We have him in ICU. No one but family I'm afraid." He nodded and turned and left. Brittany put her arm around Santana's back and she leaned into her.
"Well, I guess we should go since we can't see him?" Mercedes grabbed her purse and threw it over her shoulder.
"I think I'm gonna stay until his mom gets here. You go ahead, you've been here a while." She gave Mercedes one last hug and Brittany did the same.
Santana sat back down and rubbed her forehead. Brittany put her arm around her girlfriend and she leaned into her again. "Thank you Britt" She played with Brittany's pale fingers.
"For what?" Brittany questioned. This is what girlfriends were for right. Santana had to know that Brittany won't have had it any other way.
"For being here with me. For me." Brittany nodded.
"I'll always be here for you. I don't know how else to say it." Santana sat up and looked at Brittany.
"I'm sorry, I just…sometimes you can't promise things like that. Look what happened to Puck." Brittany shook her head and smiled. She took Santana's hands and kissed her knuckles.
"Santana Lopez, I promise you, you're stuck with me. I'm not going anywhere. And you know I always keep my promises." Santana crashed their lips together and Brittany grabbed her neck and pulled her closer.
Brittany pulled away as she realized she was forgetting something. "Shit" Santana looked at her concerned.
"What?" Brittany pulled out her phone and started texting.
"Brooke. I promised her we would hang out today. She was all sad last night and I-" Santana cut her off.
"Go Britt." Brittany stared up at her. "It's okay, I'll get a ride from my dad, he's off today. Go have fun with your sister." Brittany put her phone back in her pocket and stood up with Santana.
She kissed her softly and she wished that Santana would just come with her, but she knew she was loyal to Puck right now. "Call me later okay?" Santana kissed her in confirmation and then she turned and left.
Santana called her dad and he told her he would be there in a little while. As a few minutes passed, Puck's mom entered to waiting room. Santana stood up to greet her and immediately drew her into her arms. The woman looked a mess. Her hair was disheveled and her makeup smeared from crying so much.
"Santana what happened? Were you there too?" Santana shook her head.
"He was with Carlos waiting on someone and then they shot them." She paused and let Ms. Puckerman absorb the news. "The doctor said he's barely stable, but he's ok. He's unconscious in the ICU. I wanted you to get here before I left." She nodded and hugged Santana once again.
"Thank you Santana." She nodded and left to go to the ICU. Santana grabbed her coat and bag and went to wait for her dad outside.
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Santana sat herself outside of the main entrance off to the side and waited for her father to drive up. She texted Brittany a couple of times to make sure she got home okay and was having fun with Brooke. The dancer had simply replied with an 'I miss you and I wish you were here'.
Santana's heart lurched when she received that text. She missed Brittany too. She couldn't wait to go to college in the city and be able to see Brittany all the time. Their colleges were just a few blocks from each other and they already agreed that getting an apartment together would be better than any dorm.
She smiled at the thought and put her phone next to her. Puck was still on her mind. She wished he was awake and that she could see him to tell him she's sorry. She felt sick remembering her last words to her best friend.
Just as Santana thought she saw her father's car, a voice calling her name caught her attention. "Santana…" It wasn't questioning or surprised, it was demonic. Santana cringed and felt a pang of fear run up her spine. The hairs on her arms stood up and she lowered her head, trying to hide if that were possible.
He sat next to her and threw his arm around her. She shrugged him off and got up from the bench. "Santana my brother just died and you're pushing me away like that. I deserve a little sympathy don't you think?" He followed behind her and she quickened her pace. He grabbed her arm and yanked her back.
"Get the fuck off of me Sid." She got right up in his face. She wasn't afraid of him. That's not why she wanted to get away from him. She hated him and was afraid she wouldn't be able to control herself.
He laughed and smiled. His teeth were chipped and broken off, like he had been hit with a baseball bat in the mouth. He caught Santana's stare and brought his hand to his mouth. Sid ran his fingers over absent teeth and shrugged. The grip on her arm tightened. "You shouldn't stare Santana, it's rude." Her mind went straight to Brittany. She tried to keep a poker face about it, but her weakness was made visible to Sid. "My brother, my own flesh and blood did this to me. He hit me in the face with a bottle of whiskey." He smiled again. "It hurt like hell…"
Santana tried to loosen his grip but he was so strong off of the stuff he had smoked. Her stomach turned as she recognized the all too familiar scent. "Do you know why he did it? Do you Santana?"
He yanked her arm and she begrudgingly shook her head in answer, "He called me an idiot. He said I was the stupidest person on the planet and that he would kill me if he didn't think that somehow he would get caught. Do you know why he said that?" She shook her head again and stared at the ground. "You. When you and your bitch came by and you told me you were done. He said I was fool for beating you like that in broad daylight." Santana sneered at him for calling Brittany that. She wanted to hurt him.
"So when he did this to me, it hurt of course and I've always been vengeful so I got him back." It all clicked. Sid placed a hit on Carlos, it was unfortunate that Puck was there with him.
"You put a hit on Carlos?" Sid laughed a little too loud for Santana and her head steered away. He grabbed her other arm and pulled her close to him. He put his mouth right up to Santana's ear.
"No no no Santana. If you want something like that done, you have to do it yourself." He whispered and then laughed. He shoved her away and she stumbled backwards. Her mind was telling her to run, but somehow her feet felt like concrete and she just stood there.
Sid finished his laughing and looked surprised to see Santana still standing there. She stared at him as if he were a monster and then he realized why. Santana saw his mood shift, realizing that he just told her that he murdered his brother and shot Puck.
She cursed herself and wished that she had the will to run, but fear struck her still. "Sid, I swear to you I won't say anything."
He shook his head and lowered his gaze. His hand disappeared behind his back and she closed her eyes for a second. "Sid I swear to you…I wouldn't do that."
"You're a really bad liar Santana and after all that we" He pointed to himself and back at her "have been through, you would run straight to the police if I let you go." Santana shook her head trying to make him believe her. She looked around for someone to help, but she had chosen a bad place to sit, there was no one.
"Sid please…" His hand reappeared with a black metal object in it. Santana gulped and shook her head. This wasn't happening. It was a dream right? Right? Sid raised the gun and pointed it straight at Santana.
"I'm sorry Santana, but you leave me no choice, say hey to Carlos for me would ya?" He grinned again and she closed her eyes. A loud bang went off and she felt a fire burn through her shoulder and neck. Her body hit the ground hard and the last thing she remembered was feeling a warmth grow beneath her body and the sound of feet hurrying away.
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"Hey Britt, are you and Santana gonna get married?" Brittany was braiding her sister's hair on her bed and stopped, stumped on the question.
"Not now, no." Brooke turned around and sat facing her older sister.
"Do you want to?" Brittany blushed and ducked her head down. She smiled just thinking about spending the rest of her days with Santana.
"One day, yes. Very much." Brooke nodded and played with the fabric of her blanket.
"I like Santana. She's pretty and she looks at you like daddy and mommy used to look at each other." Brittany was almost repulsed that her sister would compare her relationship with Santana to the one her parents had. But after thinking about it she came to the conclusion she didn't mind. Her parent used to be madly in love. Anyone a mile away could see that. They always looked at each other with such passion and desire. Brittany had always wanted something like that, and now she had it.
"You okay Britt?" She nodded, being pulled back into reality. It was almost noon and she hadn't heard from Santana yet. She was supposed to text her when she got home. But she just brushed it off because Santana forgot that kind of thing a lot, especially when she was busy or worried about something.
Brittany finished Brooke's hair and they decided on a movie. Brittany let her little sister pick all the movies and they cuddled in her room and started their Disney marathon.
The first movie wasn't even five minutes in when her phone lit up. She smiled thinking it was Santana calling her, but it wasn't. It was Marcus. She heart dropped and knew immediately that something was wrong. She slowly slide her finger to answer the call and pushed the phone to her ear. She took a deep breath to prepare herself before saying anything. "Hello?"
"Brittany…" His voice cracked and she could tell he was crying. Her body was already off the bed and she slipped on her shoes preparing to go anywhere. "Sant-San-…Santana…" Brittany felt the tears whelp in her eyes already. Please don't say she's dead. "She…she got s-shot" He cried out and could tell from all the background noise that he had fallen.
Brittany pulled the phone away from her ear and spilled to the ground herself. Brooke was by her side and was trying to ask her what had happened, but Brittany got to her feet once again and ran downstairs. Brooke followed and next was their mother.
Susan Pierce drove to the hospital. Brittany was quiet the whole way. No matter how many times her family tried to comfort her, she just shook her head. Her eyes were glued to her phone, ready for a call.
Once they arrived Brittany threw herself out of the car and ran towards the main entrance. There were police cars and policeman surrounding the area that she presumed it happened. It just made her feel heavier and she labored to get herself to the place she was just a few hours ago with Santana.
Marcus was sitting in a chair staring at the floor. His hand was on his forehead and she could tell he was totally distraught. "Marcus…" She called out to him and he barely lifted his head. His chest heaved and his busted into tears once again. Brittany shrank in front of him and cried with him.
Was she dead? How was she supposed to live without Santana? She had promised her infinity….
Brittany felt hands against her back and her mother lifted her up and put her in a chair. She leaned into her mother and wept. Susan just rubbed her back and stroked Brittany's hair.
Another hour past before Brittany was able to calm down. Marcus was finally able to get out an explanation. "She was waiting for me out front. I was late because I had to drop Mateo off at baseball practice. I got here and saw her laying there…I thought she was dead." His voice got caught in his throat and he choked out another cry.
Brittany took a deep breath and let out a very uncalming sigh. She rubbed her thumb over her bracelet and kept telling herself that Santana was going to be okay. All her faith that she had compiled vanished when a lady doctor stepped slowly in the room. She had that look on her face. Like she had something bad to say. She caught Brittany's swollen eyes and looked down at her clip board. It was like slow motion to Brittany. She just knew that this woman was going to tell her the worst news on the face she could ever get.
"Family of Santana Lopez…"
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