Oh my... It snowed so I was here in my house all day. So I have a treat... New chapter! Yay! Enjoy and review please :)

"Grieve not, nor speak of me with tears, but laugh and talk of me as if I were beside you there." ~ Isla Paschal Richardson

It was raining and Santana looked at the box that contained Brittany's ashes. She didn't know what to feel. She felt anger towards Brittany for leaving her all alone, she felt anger towards herself, and she felt like dying. The Latina got up and drank from her cup. She looked at the cup for a moment until she flings the glass at the wall. She hears the clinking of broken glass hit the floor. She grabs a picture frame that contained a photo of her and Brittany and threw it. She threw every possible thing in the room out of anger. Santana looked at the box again and completely broke down. She sat down around the broken pieces of glass and cried softly.

Quinn was listening on the other side of bedroom door. She wasn't sure what to do. Should she go inside and console her best friend or should she let her be? The blonde sighed and walked away. "She should have this time alone…" She says to herself.

Santana grabs a six pack of beer from under her bed and drinks it one by one. After an hour and a half later she was already on her last one. She downed it and threw it at the garbage can, but it missed and fell next to it with the rest of the cans. She gets up slowly and walks over to the closet. The brunette grabs one of Brittany's shirts and takes it with her to bed. Santana buries her face in the shirt, inhaling the remaining scent of Brittany. She groans slightly as she sees the box on the floor. She stumbled out of bed, almost falling on her face. The Latina grabbed the box and put it on the table next to her bed. She got back to bed and put the shirt close to her chest.

"I miss you, Britt…" Santana whispered while looking at the box. She laughs softly on how stupid it was to talk to ashes. "It's my entire fault… If I didn't….If it didn't happen… You wouldn't have died…"

She looked at the box as if it was supposed to respond. As if Brittany's voice would suddenly come out of know where and talk to her. "This is stupid…"

Santana looks at the ceiling and sighs. "Can you hear me, Britt? Do you remember that one time when you dominated in the cat diseases category? I was so proud of you." Santana looked at the box again. "Do you remember when we would just lie on the shore and just talk for hours?"

Santana can feel the tears build up and she shuts her eyes to prevent them from coming out. She can hear the rain drops hitting the window quite roughly and hear the thunder. She curled up in a fetus position and tried to fall asleep. Every time Santana heard the thunder she would jump.

"Damn it…" Santana breathes out and reaches for the radio. She hit the on button and resumed her position. Music filled the room and slightly drowned out the sound of the thunder.

"I hate this goddamn weather…" Santana covered her ears and closed her eyes again. She tried her best to fall asleep, but it was hard considering she can still hear the thunder through her hands.

Santana sat up and groaned. She looked over at the small drawer chest beside her bed and opened one of the drawers. She was searching for the sleeping tablets and when she found one she popped it into her mouth. Santana laid back into her bed and let sleep take over her.

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I'm not ready to let go

Cause then I'd never know

What I could be missing

But I'm missing way too much

So when do I give up, what I've been wishing for.

It was quiet except for the sound of the rain, thunder, and the radio mixed in with Santana's light snores. The blonde figure giggled quietly at how cute the Latina looked. Oh yes, especially with the drool coming out of Santana's mouth. She laid down next to the brunette and carefully wrapped her arms around Santana. Santana groaned slightly and leaned in closer to the figure.

I shot for the sky

I'm stuck on the ground

So why do I try, I know I'm gonna fall down

I thought I could fly, so why did I drown?

I'll never know why it's coming down, down, down.

Oh I am going down, down, down

Can't find another way around

And I don't want to hear the sound, of losing what I never found.

"Mm… I love you…" The sleeping girl moaned out.

"I know, baby." The girl smiled and lightly kissed the Latina on the forehead. "I love you too."

I shot for the sky

I'm stuck on the ground

So why do I try, I know I'm gonna fall down

I thought I could fly, so why did I drown?

I never know why it's coming down, down, down…