Okay So you guys won't get confused or something... This chapter is an hour after the whole cheating thing haha. Yeah... Anyway. Enjoy! Review! Yeah!
There is sacredness in tears. They are not the mark of weakness, but of power. They speak more eloquently than ten thousand tongues. They are messengers of overwhelming grief... And unspeakable love.-Washington Irving
An Hour Later
Santana dialed the number she knew by heart, but it seemed so unfamiliar. She heard the ringing and waited patiently in hope that the girl would pick up. Nothing. The Latina sighed and waited for the voicemail to come up.
"Hey! I'm not here at the moment. I'm probably dancing or with San! I love you, San! Leave a message!"
The sound of the girl's voice echoed through the empty room. A small smile played on Santana's lips as the line 'I love you, San!' filled her ears. There was a long beep and the smile instantly disappeared. She suddenly lost the words that were in her head before. She bit her bottom lip softly and just said whatever came to her mind.
"Uh… You just left, but I wanted to tell you something…You know the moment you meet someone and just… Get strong feelings for them? You have no control over your feelings for them. It just happens. It can all happen so fast and yet… Time can feel so slow. I've felt that… Once. I've felt that only once in my life, Britt. It was you… I felt it once I met you. What you saw… It was a moment of weakness and I would never do it ever again. Anyway… I just wanted to tell you that I'm sorry and I love you so much. I'm going down to the shore where we first met. You could meet me there if you want. Okay? I love you."
As soon as Santana hung up, she heard sirens going off and saw an ambulance speed by. She watched in confusion as they all headed in one direction. The Latina's eyes widen slightly as a thought popped into her mind.
"No… Please." She whispered to herself as she started to sprint to the direction of the whole scene. As she got closer she can see two cars smashed up against each other. She looked at the yellow taxi and recognized the driver who just got out. "Oh God… Please be okay…" Santana quivered. She froze as she saw the back of the blonde's head out the window and blood trailing down the passenger's door. Tears fell down and she ran past the now forming crowd.
"Woah! Excuse me Miss! No one is allowed passed this line!" A man yelled as he tried to run after Santana.
"You can't be dead…" Santana whispered as she reached the car. She cried violently as she tried to shake the blonde awake. "Brittany, please! Don't leave me like this…" Santana tried opening the car door, but it wouldn't budge. She gave up and kept on crying. She buried her face in Brittany's unmoving shoulder.
Just then Santana could feel someone put their hand on her shoulder. She turned around and saw Noah Puckerman in his cop uniform. Puck's face played a worried expression and his eyes showed that he was there for her. Santana hugged him tightly and cried louder.
"Shh… It's okay. Everything will be okay." Puck croaked out and wrapped his arms around the girl. He felt some of his tears falling down his cheek as the people took his friend out of the car and covered up the body with a blanket.
After hours of just standing there and consoling his best friend, he decided it was best if she stayed with Quinn. He drove her over there and as soon as they got there Santana had already fallen asleep in the car. He picked her up and walked to the front of Quinn's house. Quinn was already outside and as she spotted Puck she opened the door and motioned him to come in.
"Is she okay?" Quinn asked.
"Yeah… Just… Just don't leave her alone. Okay? She needs us now… Keep an eye out for her." Puck said as he laid his best friend on the couch.