A/N: Update on my stories:

I have this giant binder filled with not only new ideas but updates for my stories. Yes, I hand write them. That's why I take so long to update, I get lazy when it comes to typing them. Today I had a snow day, so I typed as much as I could. I've been working on Dare To Survive, and I have yet to start a new chapter of Total Eclipse of the Heart. BUT! I have been working on an NEW story that many of my readers have been waiting for. The sequel to I'm With the Enemy! Following this update, I have a few more stories that I'll probably be typing as you're reading this. I know it's a lot to have so many stories out but I try to write at least one chapter per week with these, and most of them already have one chapter done so I figured, what the hell, type 'em!

Apologizes for the long A/N, here's the update. Sorry it's a little short, didn't realize it was this short when I wrote it.

Santana was dead on the inside. Brittany was dead, and it was her fault. The blonde had been protecting her. To top it all off, her recent friend was in the hospital on life support because of the idiotic douche known as Finn Hudson. She was furious about that. Rachel had become her go-to person for things Brittany wouldn't understand.

Brittany.

The very thought of the girl pained Santana.

"Fucking Ben Israel." She muttered, stopping at her locker. Everyone was mourning her because of the blonde, but she ignored them. She was really upset about Brittany, but Brittany was gone. She couldn't bring her back. As of right now, her concern was on how Rachel was doing. Ever since Santana had became close to the brunette she had started caring about her. It seemed strange at first, but she soon became accustomed to it.

"Santana?" Artie asked, tears streaking his face as he approached her. She didn't even realize that she had walked to the choir room. "How're you holding up?"

Santana looked at Artie blankly. She was holding in so many emotions it hurt. Seeing the pained look on Artie's face didn't help her whatsoever.

Why did this happen to her? Her, of all people? She lost not only her girlfriend, the girl she loved to death, but she might also be losing her recent best friend.

"San?"

Artie's words pulled her from her thoughts. "I can't believe she's gone." Santana whispered, glancing over at the forever-empty seat next to her.

"I know San. Tina, Mike, 'Cedes, Kurt, and I are going to see Rachel after school. Wanna come with? I know you guys' have become close recently." Artie asked as he wheeled closer to Santana. Kurt walked in slowly, holding Blaine's hand tightly. Tears streaked down their faces, but Kurt was trying to keep from sobbing.

"Blaine's coming with us too, Artie." The boy whispered, sitting in the spot next to where Brittany would always sit.

Santana nodded and crossed her arms, hiding her face. She couldn't stand being there. Too many painful memories, and too many reminders that she'll never get to spend the rest of her life with Brittany S. Pierce.

Kurt watched Santana with concern. He should've been there yesterday. He could've stopped Jacob, he knew he could've. Jacob was annoying, and irritating, but he just wanted the attention that the Cheerios and Glee Club kids got on a daily basis, without having to rely on his blog. Sure, he could be a perv at times, but he was a teenage boy who just wanted somebody to love.

He was misunderstood.

Kurt could've take the gun. He could've stopped Brittany and sacrificed himself. He could've stopped Finn from being an idiot.

But now he couldn't.

Brittany was dead.

And Rachel was on the verge of it.

Because of Jacob Ben Israel.

Shaking that from his thoughts, Kurt sighed when Finn walked into the choir room.

"Hey Kurt." He mumbled, walking to his seat. "Did you hear what happened?"

Kurt nodded. "How could I not? It's all over the news."

Finn looked dumbfounded. "Already? But it just happened."

"You idiot. Those camera men? They were filming it live. That's how Kurt saw it." Everyone in the room looked at Artie confusedly. The boy wasn't known for insulting people like that. "What? I'm pissed off and upset. Brittany's gone. I hate to be the one to point this out but it has to be done. Finn's an idiot and Rachel paid the price for his idiocy. Did anyone notice that Santana hasn't said a word? Not even an insult to Finn? We should be trying to cheer her up. She's the one that was affected the worse because of all of this."

Everyone looked at each other with a pained expression. Artie was right. They had lost someone close to them, someone whom they all loved, and they might be losing their best singer. But it was worse for Santana.

"I-I'm sorry." Finn stuttered, keeping his head down.

From then on, everyone was quiet until Mr. Shuester walked in. "Hey guys, I know everyone's feeling down in the dumps, but lets try and be happy about this."

"How can we be happy? Brittany was our joy. She lightened up the room just by walking in. Now we're one unicorn short and it doesn't feel right." Kurt stated, holding Blaine's hand tightly. "I may be the only one who's going to do this, but I really don't want to be here. I want to be at the hospital, hoping that Rachel will be okay." Mercedes, Finn, Mike, and Blaine nodded.

"Really you guys?"

"Yeah Mr. Shue. Rachel's our friend. We wanna make sure she's okay, and that she'll make it through this." Finn stated.

"Alright then. I suppose if that's what most of you want to do, glee club is over for today." And with that, Mr. Shue left the room.

Kurt started packing up and when he was ready, he gathered the small group of everyone but finn, who had left with Mr. Shue.

"Santana? You're coming too?" Quinn asked. Santana nodded.

"She's become by friend. I wanna see her." She mumbled, keeping her head low. Quinn nodded and held onto Puck's arm as the group made their way to the parking lot. Santana was the frist to leave.

"I wonder why Satan's in such a rush." Kurt muttered.

"Who knows. Her and Rachel have gotten close lately." Mike responded as he helped Artie into his car.

"You don't think…" Mercedes trailed off. Kurt shook his head.

"Nah, I doubt it. Santana wouldn't've done that to Britt."

The gang nodded in agreement.

Santana bit her lip as she pulled into the hospital. She couldn't believe that this was all really happening. Her girlfriend was gone, and her best friend was in the hospital, in a coma. Her world was slowly crashing down around her and she hated it. She didn't like how everything was changing. She hated not having Brittany there to talk about nothing, she hated not having Rachel there to tease.

But most of all, she hated Jacob Ben Israel for doing this to her.