"They said I lost the baby. Lost it. Funny. I had it, it was mine and then, it wasn't. It's like it was never a part of me to begin with, I just, I lost it. " Santana sat in a chair in the corner of the hospital room. Brittany had her back turned to her. Santana held back tears. "Is Collin here?"

"No, not yet sweetie. But don't you worry your pretty little head about it, he'll be here, soon." She lied through her teeth.
The truth was, when she had called him, he had sounded legitimately concerned, but that was it. Concerned. As soon as he'd heard that Brittany would be fine, he said that he had to fly back to LA and that when Brittany was up on her feet again, he would send for her. "Quinn is on her way, she's bringing the kids too I think. If you don't want them to come, I'll call her and tell her." Brittany shook her head. "It's fine."

Santana crawled into bed with Brittany; she stroked her hair and kissed the back of her neck. "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry… I'm sorry." she kept repeating the words, until they both fell asleep to the sound of the rain hitting the window.

~Later~

"Knock, knock." Quinn opened the door and sneaked in, with three little fair-haired children following. "You guys go sit over there." She motioned to the chairs in the corner. "And be quiet, remember what we talked about." She ran her fingers through her hair and felt the crease on her forehead grow bigger. The picture of Santana and Brittany in bed together, sleeping, holding on to each other for dear life, brought back so many memories. "Hey." Brittany croaked as she felt the presence of people other than Santana, in the room. "Hey yourself." Quinn said and hastily walked up to her. "Hi." She sounded so sympathetic and that was not how she wanted to come off. "I couldn't find a sitter, I'm sorry." She whispered into Brittany's ear, who let out a weak smile. "It's okay."

But it wasn't okay, she wasn't okay. "Auntie B?" In vain, Brittany tried to hold back the tears that threatened again, as Zoey walked up to her bedside. "Are you okay?" the little girl asked, she tried to put on a brave face. Brittany squeezed her hand. "Yeah baby, I'm okay. Peachy with a side of keen, don't worry sweetie." Zoey nodded and leaned in closer. "Riley said she's sorry." Brittany looked over at her friend's eldest daughter sitting in the chair, slumped over the arm rest, with her little sister on her lap.
She crooked her finger at the girl.

Riley made her shameful walk up to Brittany. "You know I heard you, right?" Riley nodded. "And I know your mom already talked to you about it. But, I wanted to tell you that, it's okay. I'm not angry. I know that you were standing up for yourself and I also know that sometimes, it's hard, to accept certain things. But Riley, sweetie..." Riley stroked her hand over Brittany's cheek. "You formed a friendship, and somewhere along the way, you fell in love. I know." Brittany shook her head. "No, not 'somewhere along the way'. I've loved her always. Santana and I... Look, one day, you will understand, because one day? You will find, what I once had." The two came to an understanding and they would never speak of it again, because they both knew, that their time would come.

"We should go." Quinn said and slightly waved her hand at her kids. "Tell auntie Brittany bye." One by one the kids walked up to hug her. Quinn lifted Taylor, who could hardly reach. "I love you auntie B, feel better, okay?" Brittany chuckled and kissed her forehead. "Bye my angels, be good!"
Quinn sent them to wait outside. "Get some sleep. I will call you tonight. Everyone sends their love, they're all very worried. At least now, we'll all be able to sleep tonight, because you're okay and for now, that's all that matters. I love you, pretty girl." She took a deep breath and without uttering another word, she left the room.

"San?" Brittany stroked her hair. "Hm?" Santana, who was still wrapped tightly in Brittany's arms, opened one eye as she looked up at the blonde. "You impress me." Santana who was now fully awake, sat up. "Thank, you?" She said unsure of what Brittany was getting at. "And behind that, you touch my heart."
Brittany had always been good with words in Santana's presence.
'When did you get so smart?'

"Do you remember when we were little? When we used to sneak on Nick at Nite and watch Disney channel movies and just sleep in. I just want to feel that feeling you felt waking up on Christmas Day. I guess life isn't as exciting anymore. Because now I can hardly remember what it used to be like, before we worried about money and how much we would make. I'd rather stay in my head forever, at least there it's safe to play, there are never any bills to be paid." Santana nodded her head in agreement. "Remember when it was pouring rain and we would run outside to play pirates?" A sly smile spread across the blondes face. "Because the rain was our safe haven, it was never ending, just like the ocean."

Santana closed her eyes and thought back of all the major moments, that had defined and changed their lives.
She remembered when everyone was really into Pokémon, and wanted to be one, literally. But her and Brittany's occupation would be Pokemón trainers instead Brittany used to say that all the other kids belonged to them, in her mind they did anyway.
Before all the high school drama, before they even started dating, she just wished that they could go back. "Growing up sucks, I would give it all just to be able to rewind it back. Do you remember our sleep overs?" The sound that escaped Santana's throat was un-describable. She used to live for those nights. "Really, Britts? I remember. Orange soda and Super Smash bros. Those were the days. Damn, I wish we could go back."

When they were younger, they hadn't been much different from other little girls. They played with dolls, they played dress up, they shared secrets.
They did all the things that little girls do at that age .
Brittany believed that fireflies were fairies, but then again; she also believed that friendships would last forever.