Santana sighed as she placed a bouquet of flowers in front of a pair of weathered tombstones, before taking a seat. She couldn't remember the last time she'd been here, and it showed. This cemetery had certainly seen better days, and she remembered a time when the grass in this area had been trimmed regularly. She should be angry, but she was the anomaly, she doubted that there were many people who were visiting the tombstones from nearly two hundred years ago.
"I went to Brittany's funeral last week." She blinks as if she's startled by her own voice, before scratching the back of her hand. "It was—it was something," she mumbles and looks away. "I think it was a mistake to go, but when I saw her obituary I couldn't help myself. I just wanted to—I just wanted to see what my life was supposed to be like."
She doesn't say anything for a long while, as she tries to sort out her thoughts but she can't help but sigh once again. "You were right mami, It was a mistake," she admits after a long pause. "She had family, she had grandchildren, even her children found who they were supposed to be with, and I just realized that I was just a small insignificant part of her life. I mean I knew that we weren't meant for each other, but I thought that it didn't matter. I was happy with her. I loved her, and maybe at one point in time she loved me too, but she met the person she was supposed to and she left. Our life together meant nothing. Twenty years meant nothing." Anger tinged her words, and she blinked back the tears that threatened to fall. "Time passes and I keep looking for the person that I'm supposed to be with but it's been over a century and I'm still—frozen."
Her voice breaks at the words and she closes her eyes tightly, taking a shaky breath to calm down. The last thing she needed was to come undone, because she wasn't sure that she would be able to put herself back together again. But her attempts to hold back her emotions, fail as she feels the first tear fall down her cheek. "I'm jealous because that's what I wanted, I wanted what you had, what Brittany had. I want to find my person, but as the years go by, I'm afraid that I won't ever find the person I was destined to be with. I don't know how many more shitty dates that I have to go through. I don't know how many meaningless nights I have to spend with a person, knowing that it never leads to anything. No matter how many people I meet, and I'm sure it's in the hundreds of thousands now, I still can't find them. I don't think I can do this for another century."
What she wouldn't do to just gain a pound, or have a wrinkle, or even a grey hair. Something that let her know that her body was finally changing, it was finally aging. It would be a sign that she had found the person that she was destined to be with, and maybe one day she'd have everything that she had wanted with Brittany.
~ O ~
Charlotte Reagan Fabray grimaced as she tried to dab the jam off her shirt, today had to be the worst possible day to be late. She had planned this day out for the past 8 years, the first day of her medical residency was supposed to be perfect. But her nerves had gotten the best of her last night, and she'd spent all night worrying about scrubbing in for the first time. The fact that she would be under the guidance of Dr. Santana Lopez, who was the best cardiovascular surgeon in the country had only added to the tremendous pressure that she felt. It didn't matter that she had graduated at the top of her class, and had aced all the licensing exams, none of that had quelled her nerves. She looked like a bloody teenager, who was going to take her seriously? She certainly didn't give off the gravitas of being a surgeon, she felt like a fraud.
A fraud who clearly couldn't stop a blob of grape jam from falling onto her pressed shirt, and was late for her orientation. She was going to be fired. Fired on her first day, forced to return home in disgrace. She could only imagine what her parents would say, and the pity they would have in their eyes. As if that wasn't the normal expression on their faces. Treating her like she was hopeless all because Quinn had accidentally found her soulmate after attending some stupid Broadway Show. Now she was forced to watch in horror as Quinn aged, the only upside to this was that no one had accidentally called her Lucy in about three years.
Charlie scowled as she rubbed at the stain as the elevator door dings and she immediately takes a step off the elevator not bothering to check if there was anyone in front of her, as she slams into someone, knocking them over. The sudden impact causes a jolt to run through her body and she looks up, and pales considerably as she sees a dark pair of eyes staring at her, a livid look on the familiar face. "Doctor Lopez—" her voice was several octaves higher than usual as her cheeks go cherry red. She immediately drops her purse, as she reaches to try and pull her mentor up. Instead her hands get swatted away and she can see the other interns snickering at her misfortune. Maybe she should just turn around and go home, and try this again tomorrow.
Santana gets up with ease and dusts herself off as she studies the woman in front of her, at least she had found her missing intern. She scans the woman and rolls her eyes, she had been promised that this batch of interns would look their age, and that they wouldn't be blonde. The powers that be at this hospital had clearly lied to her. It explained why they hadn't given her any pictures of the intern. "Dr. Fabray?" She watches as the girl nods her head, before her eyes focus on the purple stain on her white shirt. "You're late, and it does not fill me with confidence that you can't seem to eat without spilling food on your shirt. It makes me question your hand-eye coordination, and I assure you that if I doubt your abilities, the patients will as well."
"I—I—"
"So you can do well on a test, that doesn't mean that this is the right internship for you. Don't worry though perhaps you can change your internship to something that suits you, perhaps geriatrics."
Charlie swallows, mortified as Dr. Lopez continues to give her a dressing down. This was her worst nightmare come to life, and as Dr. Lopez brushes past her and enters the elevator.
"Go and get your ID Card Dr. Fabray, and attend the rest of the orientation. When you're finished having your hand held, come and find us."
Charlie nodded, refusing to turn around, she really was a disaster.