Disclaimer: I do not own Glee or any of its characters, though I wish I did! I also don't own The Story by Brandi Carlile

A/N Thanks for the reviews and alerts! I'm sorry to those of you who think it's sad and will not read it. At least my other story is happier and another chapter of that should be out soon.

Chapter 2

These stories don't mean anything, when you've got no one to tell them to…

Santana walked into the dark house, dropped her briefcase to the floor, and kicked off her heels. She didn't think she could ever get used to walking into an empty dark house, and was contemplating selling it. Her routine had now become pouring a jack and coke and plopping in front of the tv. How did this become her life when just a few short weeks ago, everything was perfect. She took a sip of the drink and laughed bitterly. That's right, she was Santana Lopez, her life was never meant to be perfect.

2 weeks ago

Santana grabbed her phone as it rang, balancing it between her ear and shoulder as she stirred a pot of pasta. "Hola Papa. What's up?"

"Hola, Mija. I'm afraid I'm not going to be able to make it to the dinner party tonight."

"What? Why? Rachel is so excited and looking forward to you and Mama being here." Santana smiled at the thought of how excited Rachel was for this party. Rachel was planning on telling everyone some huge surprise, that not even Santana knew what it was. She was hoping that Rachel got the Broadway part she had flown out to New York for last week. She really wanted to leave Lima and move to New York, seeing as most of their high school friends were in New York.

"There's been an emergency in the ER. I'm going to be here all night."

Santana's stomach flip flopped as she heard the news. Lima was a small town and she most likely knew who was in the accident. "Ok, I'll let Rachel know and I'm sure she'll be calling you and Mama later tonight with the news."

"Santana, Mija, sit down. I have something to tell you."

Santana suddenly felt weak in the knees, grasping the kitchen counter to stay upright. "Just tell me, Papa," she pleaded softly, although she had a bad feeling she already knew.

"The accident, Mija, it's Rachel. I don't think she's going to make it through the night, you better get down here to say good bye."

Hands shaking beyond her control, Santana let the phone drop to the floor. Willing her feet to move without falling to the ground she quickly shut the stove off and ran to her car. She broke all speeding laws and got to the hospital in record time, but she didn't care, Rachel needed her. She threw the car into park and ran through the automatic doors of the ER entrance. She quickly spotted her dad and ran into his arms.

"Shh, Mija," he said softly, rubbing her back.

Santana stepped back. "What the hell happened?" she yelled earning some stares from other visitors.

"Seems like the other car went through a red light, she never saw it coming. From what the paramedics at the scene said, she was unconscious when they got there. She was never suffering."

Santana felt like the room was spinning, her fathers words barely registering. "Like that's supposed to make me feel better? Can I see her?"

"Of course, just prepare yourself."

Santana, being a doctors daughter, unfortunately knew exactly what was going on. She had considered becoming a doctor herself until she decided being a lawyer was more her style. "Don't hold anything back Papa. Give it to me straight."

"Plain and simple, she's officially brain dead. You know we have to do one more test in another hour, just to be certain but in the mean time we are keeping her body alive in case she's an organ donor. Is she?"

"Donor?" Santana barely got out, her voice just above a whisper. "I don't know, I just don't…" Sobs took over Santana's body, unable to continue her sentence. She held her dad's hand tight and tried to control herself as she walked into Rachel's room. She had thought she was prepared, but what could prepare you to see the person you love most in the world lying so still, tubes and beeping machines everywhere. "Oh Rachel," Santana said softly. She slowly moved to the side of the bed, holding onto the side of the bed for support with one hand and taking the smaller brunettes hand in the other. "I love you," she whispered, tears spilling from her cheeks onto Rachel's.

"Mija, there's one more thing I have to tell you."

Santana looked up at her dad through her tears, what more could possibly go wrong today?

"We lost the baby too."

"Wait, what? Oh God! Addie was in the car?" Santana quickly surveyed the room looking for a garbage. She made it just in time to violently throw up whatever was in her stomach. Had she really just lost the two most important people in her life?

Her father rubbed her back to help calm her down. "Addie? No, Rachel was alone in the car. Rachel was a couple of weeks pregnant. Didn't you know?"

"Pregnant?" Santana repeated. "Oh no…that must have been what she was going to announce at dinner tonight. We'd been trying to get pregnant again."

"I'm so sorry, Mija," her dad said, holding her tightly.

Santana looked towards the door as she heard a gasp and saw Rachel's fathers standing in the doorway.

"We got here as soon as we could. What happened?" Jackson, the taller of the men, asked first.

Dr. Lopez let go of his daughter and walked over to the two men. "I'm so sorry, we did everything we could, but she's not going to make it."

Victor, Rachel's other father, walked over to Santana, taking her into a big hug. "Are you ok? Where you in the car too?"

Santana took a deep breath. "No, I wasn't. I was home getting ready for the dinner party tonight. She was taking Addie to a friends house for the night," she said between sobs.

"Oh God, was Addie in the car too?"

"No, Rachel was alone." Santana broke down again. "How am I going to tell Addie?"

"You will tell her the truth," Jackson said, clearly the calmest out of all of them.

Santana shook her head. "I can't…I just can't do that. I can't do any of this."

"I hate to ask, but Santana didn't want to answer," Dr. Lopez said towards Victor and Jackson. "Is Rachel an organ donor? I know this is a difficult time, especially with her being my daughter in law, but maybe someone can get something out of this tragedy," he said sadly.

Victor looked to Jackson, who nodded in understanding. "Santana, you're her wife, you make the decision."

Santana looked at the two men, then to Rachel, and back to them. "Ok," she said softly. "I think Rachel would have wanted to be a donor, I mean we never really discussed it, but it seems like something she would want."

Dr. Lopez nodded. "Ok, very well then. I have some other patients to check on, but I'll be back later. Have me paged if you need anything at all."

"Thank you," Jackson spoke up for all of them.

As soon as her father left the room, Santana broke down all over again. "Why did this have to happen?" she said to no one in particular.

Jackson came up from behind her, placing a hand on her shoulder. "Everything happens for a reason, San. What we have to focus on now is making sure you and Addie will be ok."

"How can I be ok?" she shouted. "My life just ended along with Rachel's and I'm supposed to be ok?" Santana felt bad for lashing out at them, they had just lost their daughter and it wasn't their fault, but Santana knew no other way to handle the pain she was feeling.

"We know it's not going to be easy Santana, we're all going to have to take it one day at a time."

"Can we come in?"

Santana turned to see Finn, Puck, and Quinn standing nervously in the doorway. She wasn't surprised, news spread quickly in Lima. They were the only friends from high school who had stayed in Lima like she had with Rachel. Finn and Puck were now partners, co-owning Burt's auto repair shop after he had passed away a few years ago. Quinn had stayed to be with Puck, and was currently Lima's best kindergarten teacher.

"Quinn," she cried, falling into the blonde girls arms.

"Shh, Santana. I'm so so sorry. It's going to be ok because we're here for you." Quinn held Santana tightly, rubbing her back.

"Was Addie…" Puck let his voice trail off, not really wanting to know if his god daughter had been in the accident.

"No she wasn't with Rachel in the car," Victor answered for Santana, knowing she couldn't form a sentence at the moment.

Finn stood stuck at the door, not really wanting to walk in and make it all seem much too real.

Quinn noticed Finn's hesitance and locked eyes with Puck. "Maybe we should take Santana out of the room for a little while," she said, glancing over towards Finn to get her point across.

Puck put one arm around one side of Santana, while Quinn still held tightly to her other side. "Come let's get some coffee and we'll come back in a little while."

Santana barely registered what anyone was saying, but she knew that they were taking her away from Rachel for a while and she had no energy to fight them. Finn deserved some alone time with her as well, even though it had been years since they dated, Santana knew they had still been very close.

Quinn sat Santana down in a chair in the cafeteria, not sure what to say. "Do you want anything?"

Santana just shook her head, too emotionally exhausted to say anything.

"You're going to have to have something," Puck insisted. "You're going to need to be strong for Addie."

"She's with a friend, can one of you please call them, I just can't do it right now." Santana fished her cell phone from her purse and handed it to Quinn. "I don't want them to hear it on the news and say anything to her."

Quinn silently took the phone out of Santana's hand and walked into the hallway to make the call.

"You're going to be ok, you know."

Santana tilted her head towards Puck. "Am I? I can't do this Puck, I can't. I can't be a single mother."

"You have Quinn and I, plus Finn loves Addie like crazy. Also, your parents and Rachel's parents, you're not alone."

"She was…she was pregnant," Santana cried, her voice barely above a whisper.

"What? Did you just say…"

Santana nodded sadly. "I didn't know until just now." Santana broke down into body shaking sobs again.

Puck took the usually strong Santana into his arms. He wasn't used to this frail version of his best friend. "It's going to be ok," he kept repeating, hoping he'd believe it himself.

"I made the call, she's fine-" Quinn cut herself short when she saw Santana was in hysterics again. "What'd you do, Puck? I left you alone for a minute."

Santana pulled back from Pucks strong embrace, and hastily wiped at her tears. "It wasn't him. I just found out that Rachel was pregnant."

Quinn couldn't help but gasp in shock, tears filling her own eyes. "Oh, San," she said softly. "I'm so sorry. I know you guys had been trying again." She looked helplessly to Puck, who looked just as helpless. What do you say to someone who just lost two lives?

XXX

The buzzing of Santana's cell phone brought her back to the present. Glancing at the caller id, she gulped down the last of her drink before answering.

"Mama, Mama! Hi!"

Santana couldn't help but smile at the small voice on the other line. "Hi Honey."

"I miss you Mama."

Those few words pulled at Santana's heart, but there was no way she was emotionally stable to take care of her daughter and was extremely grateful when Rachel's parents had offered to take Addie for as long as she needed. She knew Rachel was probably disappointed in her, but wasn't it better for Addie to be surrounded by love, instead of Santana's new found drinking habits? "I miss you too, my love."

"Are you going to be back from your trip soon? I want to come home."

Santana felt the tears begin to well up in her eyes. "Soon, Baby, soon. Mama will come get you soon."

"Ok. I have to go to bed now, Grandpa Victor said it's time."

"You be a good girl and you listen to your grandpas Addie. I'll talk to you tomorrow."

"I am being super good, Mama, I promise. Good night, I love you."

"I love you," Santana said, choking back tears. Sighing, she hung up and tossed her phone onto the coffee table. She grabbed a blanket, covering herself on the couch, and willed herself to sleep. There was no way she could ever sleep in hers and Rachel's bed, no matter how uncomfortable the couch was. Santana tossed and turned into a fitful sleep, just like she had for the last two weeks.

It's true...I was made for you…

A/N Ok, so I know it's depressing, but I promise, the flashbacks where Rachel is alive will be happy. If anyone is still reading, I thank you! If not, I understand. Even my girlfriend refuses to read it, ha ha