Swearing isn't swearing if it's in Spanish right? Right? Well not really, but I only make Santana swear when she's talking in Spanish anyway. Not to offend any Spanish people. I love Spanish people, I think they are awesome. PS- this was off GOOGLE TRANSLATE, so you know, may be horribly wrong.

Anyway, Just in case you have forgotten, in chapter 11, Santana FAINTED. And then it was like; PREVIOUSLY, this is all still previously OKAY? It will cut to currently eventually, and that is what is happening just as Santana faints. This is all leading up to that.

Got it?

Puck's hand slid into the pocket of his tux, and like an amulet, he held the ragged blanket in his fist, and muttered broken promises and prayers to a god he wasn't sure existed. Please keep her safe; He thought, please keep her safe… For anything, keep her safe… I'll do anything, just. Keep. Her. Safe.

He opened his eyes once again, His face set in an almost terrifyingly determined expression, his eyes were hard and cold and alone. He caught a look at himself in the mirror, and, scared of the angry lines between his eyes, his resolve collapsed and his mask of anger broke.

His face was tired and cracked with weariness; all he wanted was this condemned mission to end. He wanted to hold the girl he loved in his arms, so that he knew everything would be alright.

Please let them be alright. He prayed. Please let them both be alright.

Steeling his fear he set of at a brisk urgent pace towards to source of the noise. It echoed around the corridors, like a curse. An angry dark headed, Latina curse. An angry dark headed Latina curse that was currently set on destroying the hospital in a fit of rage.

Crap.

Puck ran. He had to reach Santana before something terrible occurred. Like, I don't know, he thought, before she kills somebody…

With that though echoing in his mind, Puck's speed doubled. He bowled around the corner and smashed right into … and smashed right into a very frantic Brittany.

Brittany swore, he blonde hair covering her face as she tumbled to the floor.

Puck helped the cheerleader up, noting for the first time, that she was still in her bridesmaids dress and that – his eyes widened, - Brittany S. Peirce had just sworn. If anything, that statement more than anything, reflected how serious the situation was.

'' Puck? '' She asked, questioningly, wiping her hair away from her eyes.

''Brittney? ''

'' What are you - ? ''

'' I was chasing Santana, well, the sound of her cursing. ''

'' Me to, '' replies the girl, panic instantly crosses her face as she realises what she was doing.

A new very angry voice interrupts the conversation. '' - Usted pila de salvajes sin valor! - ''

There is a crash '' - Usted mierda enfrentan los perros! '' Puck and Brittany unfreeze and both rush in the direction of Santana's screaming.

'' - ¿Cómo te atreves? – '' Sobs break up her sentences and her words only barely touch Puck and Brittany's ears. Undistinguishable Spanish mumbles in-between hysteric sobs, and screams.

Santana's anger flairs again, at a loud enough volume to reach the pair running towards their friends; so with absolute clarity they hear her shouts; '' No la tome de mí! Ella es mía! Usted tiene que arreglar! Tienes que hacerlo! Por favor ... Por favor, corrija ella.''

Puck crashes to a halt.

Oh.

'' You go left, I'll go right '' Brittany commands as they come across a fork in the twisting unhelpful paths.

Without a second thought, the two split up, their heels screeching on the linen floor…

It was a dead end. He reads the sign quickly, his chest heaving; this was apparently the, Elderly services department.

Puck bends over panting, catching his breath, worry replacing the look of panic on his features. There is no reason San would go to this area of the hospital, B must have found her.

He pulls out his phone; very aware that Quinn was the last person he had texted with it, an hour before Nationals. He finds it hard to believe that he performed today. It felt like it had happened in another lifetime.

Another lifetime where Quinn was okay…

Stop it! He scolds himself.

Quinn was never really okay...

That's even worse! He berates himself. He should have done something...

Puck Quickly texts Brittany, distracting himself for a few seconds, before he slumps his shoulders, in a sort of defeat, and heads back slowly in the direction he came.

'' Come on San; let's get you cleaned up… ''

Hot water streams down Santana's face and she breaths in deeply, running her hands through her long dark hair. She brushes water out of her eyes before flexing and studying her palm.

Great, she thinks bitterly, her eyes narrow in resentment, now I have another reminder that I stuffed up, again… Santana closes her eyes but the jagged cut is still etched in her vision.

''Damn it!'' she curses, this shower was supposed to relax me.

She knows she shouldn't but quietly, with water still streaming down her body, Santana brings her elbow up to her eyes, and with a look of sadness on her face observes what lies there. '' I wonder how many more of these I'll have when I die… ''

She looks at the scars on her elbow that run like poison onto the bottom of both her wrist and upper arm. Why do I always stuff up so badly? Tears mix with the shower water, and she sinks to the floor, Why am I such a failure? Why do I do this? Why do I get so angry...?

What is wrong with me?

The tiles are cold on her bare skin but she doesn't notice, sinking deeper and deeper into the darkness that is surrounding her.

I am so sorry, I am really, really sorry. I don't know why it happens… I can't help it! It just happens! But I am so sorry…

Sorry isn't good enough! A harder part of her mind yells in harsh unforgiving tones. Pedro is dead because of you! The girl stops herself digging her nails into her palms; to numb her onslaught of her thoughts- by dragging herself out the shower and wrapping a towel quickly around her exposed body. She takes a deep shaking breath and closes her eyes, a tear sliding down her cheek; trying to banish the corrupt and depraved thought's tormenting her.

To distract herself, Santana pushes her hair out of her eyes and wipes away the condensation that has gathered on the mirror. She takes another deep breath before looking up and critically studying her face, examining every detail, trying to find herself in the stranger she can see before her. San shakes her head, wiping away her tears, and wants to turn away, but she can't turn away, she is too horrified; because she cannot see her... Where did she go? Where did I go?

After a few minutes of blank staring, a leeringly cruel part of her mind screams at her to pull herself together. So Santana pushes down it all, all the rawness of her feelings, hiding it beneath her skin, and her sharp cutting words - and again looks to the mirror. HBIC face unbreakable and firm.

Once she is satisfied that her emotions are hidden beneath an indifferent expression and that she looks vaguely presentable, she draws away slowly, but with a hollow, lost look in her eyes. She turns around so she can start to get dressed but pauses- and inhales a sharp intake of breath, realization flirting across her face.

''Oh…''

Santana's face almost breaks, but then she sets it in an almost cold expression; as if to make up for her almost slip up. She has to be strong now, she can't break. Not again. She considers what she can do and then she sighs, giving in, before calling out quietly to her girlfriend outside, '' B? ''

''Yeah San?''

A scuffle is heard outside the door and Brittany speaks up, concern in her voice, '' San? San you okay? ''

Santana calls out to her that she is fine before pausing. ''- B? I don't have any clothes…''

Brittany's heart breaks softly as she hears the pain and sadness laced in Santana's almost monotonic and defeated voice. She frowns, clothes, she thinks, clothes… Her eyes light up, ''I do! I'll be right back!''

All the emotions that Brittany has held back consume her as she steps into the parking lot. Contrary to popular belief, Brittney was not stupid, and she had a very good, perhaps better then others, idea of what was going on, and what had happened to Quinn.

With her heels in her hand, and her dress hitched up to her thighs she doubles over a parking meter. Her hair blows wildly in the wind and tears streak sideways across face. She screams abuse to the sky inside her head, questioning the world she is losing faith in. Her face scrunches up and she wishes for everything to be alright.

''Why? '' She sobs, sinking to the ground. ''… Why Q?! '' Her arms wrap around her body as she struggles against the urge to fall apart. The girl takes heaving breaths of air as she stares up angrily to the sky, '' Why are you doing this to us? ''

Her voice is broken and alone and is quickly torn away from her lips by the wind.

Brittney buries her head in her arms, and registers somewhere that it has started to rain.

First Quinn… Now Puck and Santana and,… and everything is just falling to pieces! Thinks the pretty blonde as she sits, defeated. I don't even know if she is alive right now! She doesn't deserve this! No one deserves this…. Especially her and Puck… He is broken again, just like he was with Beth…and Quinn... and everything.

And Santana, she is dying inside! She thinks that sh- she… And I … I-

Her body shakes wildly with sobs, the rain and wind beating at her wildly, scolding her for her tears.

Why? She thinks, just why…

'' Answer me! '' She screams, her voice hoarse, taken by the fierce freezing gale.

Tears mix with the rain and she is soon soaking, her spirit alone and her heart in pieces with her hair sticking to her face.

No B, you can't do this. She tries to persuade herself. Get up. Go to your car, and get your clothes. B, it is raining, get up, you can do this… Santana will get worried. You can't leave her B, she is a mess right now, they need you, they all need you to be strong right now. Brittany's dress hangs limply off her skinny and wet frame, as she drags herself of the ground. Be strong Brittany, Be strong… Wiping her eyes and sniffling, Brittany drags herself to her car, wondering when the world decided to start hating Quinn Fabray. And Santana Lopez and Noah Puckerman and… and me…

Brittney had replied to Puck half an hour ago, in response to his Text;

Just getting S cleaned up, Will text you when done. Stay with everyone in the waiting room, don't run off again… Love you ~B

Puck had pocketed his phone and set of, rather begrudgingly to the hospital waiting room, making several unconscious decisions to avoid the maternity ward, in turn, doubling his return trip.

He had sighed, looking at his shoes, before slowly swinging open the pastel white double doors and stepping inside the place that he had so abruptly left.

Everyone had looked up, with hope sparkling in their eyes, searching as he had, for a doctor, for news on their Quinn, and saw that it was not, and that it was Puck.

Puck had avoided their gazes – still hopeful, and searching, and sat down, facing the floor, his head in his hands.

After a few minutes of tension filled silence – in what he suspected the glee club were giving each other concerned glances regarding him; he had felt a delicate hand splay on his shoulder and a soft hand under his chin; carefully bringing up Puck's gaze.

Tina smiled softly and sadly at Puck, silently telling him he had nothing to be ashamed about, and wrapped him up in a hug. Her dark black hair fell onto his shoulder as she whispered into his ear; with all the kindness and understanding in the world; '' we will always be here for you; don't forget that. – '' She drew back and looked him in his broken eyes, '' – Because we love you, we all love you. ''

With that, Tina had sat down next to him, his hand wrapped up protectively in hers, not asking anything of him, just letting him know in her own way, that she was there.

After that, Tina became Puck's next favourite member of the New Directions.

/…/…./…

Brittany rapped sharply on the door, clutching the soft duffle bag tightly to her chest in an attempt to stop her teeth chattering. The door opened quickly to a very relieved Santana,

'' I thought you'd drowned or something! '' The Latina says with a small smile. Brittney grins, but Santana notices its hesitance, and the dull sadness in her girlfriend's usually bright blue eyes.

'' yeah, it is pretty rough out there- I'm freezing!''

Santana drags Brittany inside the bathroom and pulls her into a hug. Giving up her HB composure and Armour to protect her usually bubbly girlfriend.

'' I'm really sorry – '' Santana's voice is strained, as if she is about to cry, '' I am so sorry, that I, I lost it…. And I-'' Santana is cut off abruptly when Brittany kisses her.

They melt into the kiss, as if it was the last one that they would share, passionate, full of fire, and desperation. Brittany pulls away, and says with complete sincerity, '' it's okay, San. It's okay…'' Brittany pulls her closer and kisser her again, gently.

Brittany smiles at Santana, tenderly, the dull ache in her heart easing somewhat at the sound of Santana's tinkling laugh.

Santana looks her girlfriend in the eyes, '' I love you''

'' I love you to''

/

With a reassuring glance from Tina, Puck takes a deep breath and presses the Call button on his phone. It rings Twice; Three times; four times… Five times…

A glimmer of hope brightens Puck's eyes, maybe they won't pick up! He hopes they don't so he doesn't have to continue with this conversation. Telling someone else made it too real.

He casts a panicked look to Tina, wanting to just stop. She glare at him when his finger hovers over the end call button, so he quickly puts it back to his ear, listening to the endless ringing. He is just about to terminate the call and say they didn't pick up when;

'' Hello? ''

Well great. Just great

No escape now, Puck thought, Might as well get it over with.

''Hello – '' He gulps, sending a pleading look to Tina; she crosses her arms and motions for him to keep going, ''

'' – This is Noah Puckerman, I'm Quinn's – '' He pauses, his mouth turning dry; '' Friend ''

'' Noah Puckerman? You mean – ''

Not wanting to bring all the painful baby drama memory's up, Puck cuts across her.

'' Listen, There's… '' He can feel his throat constricting and tears welling up in his eyes. '' There's been an - an - accident. '' Tears slowly carve their way down his cheeks, as he speaks aloud his biggest fear. '' And a-and She – S-he might not, make it. ''

There is not a moment's hesitance.

'' I'm on my way. ''

Hey everybody! That was actually a quick update! Score! First for everything aye? Anyways, the next chapter will be updated soon :D I hope :/ I was seriously not expecting them to be in angst mode for this long, but oh well.

Hope you had an amazing christmas!

My beta is on holiday, so you know, all mistakes are my own:D

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