Disclaimer: Still don't own Glee. If I did than Brittana would always be on. Proudly so.

Chapter 1

It had been almost four days and Quinn was fairly sure that Brittany had not actually had more that a few hours of sleep. The normally bubbly blonde looked so tired and defeated that in nearly broke Quinn' heart to see. She knew how devoted the tall dancer was the the small latina lying unconscious in the hospital bed looking so... fragile. So... broken. So... un Santana Lopez.

Quinn glanced to the clock on the wall, wonder how long it would take for Rachel to return from the cafeteria with food for Britt. Quinn had given up two days ago in trying to get Brittany to go own and get something to eat. She had adamantly refused to leave Santana's bedside. And today it had taken almost an hour to finally convince the girl to take a shower and change clothes, a task that had been completed in the en suite bathroom in record time.

Both Rachel and Quinn could see that slowly Brittany was beginning to accept the possibility that the love of her life, Santana, might not wake up. For four days they had watched the realization of the situiation finally begin to sink in. Each time that a doctor or a nurse came in to evaluate Santana's progress, or lack there of, it was clear that they were becoming less and less hopeful that she would wake up. And each time, even if they offered words of hope and encouragement Quinn could see Brittany's heart break a little bit more. It was killing Quinn to see her best friends both suffering in different ways. She took a deep breath and was about opened her mouth to say something, anything to try to make Brittany feel better but words failed knew that she had to be strong, to help keep Brittany's hope alive, but she knew that she couldn't keep it up much longer. Q felt tears start to form in her eyes, threatening to spill down her cheeks.

Just then Rachel entered the small private hospital room with a try of food, which she sat on the small table that was next to the latina's bedside, offering a small sad smile in her friends direction.

Brittany softly mumbled, "Thanks Rache.." and absent mindedly picked up a fork and began to move the food around the plate. Rachel sighed and turned to face Quinn, "We should probably get going Babe, we both have to work in the morning." Hazel eyes looked onto deep chocolate ones for a few seconds before Quinn nodded and shifted her gaze to Brittany before speaking. "Britt, we need to head home in a few. Are you sure you want to stay tonight? We could swing by your place on the way home and drop you off." Brittany looked up after a few seconds, "No thanks Q. I should stay. If she... when she wakes she is gonna need me here." Rachel noticed both blondes shoulders visibly drop when Brittany had said "if". She decided to give the two women a few minutes together. "I will go let the night nurse know that you are going to be staying the night again then. With that Rachel turned on her heels and stepped out of the small room and shuffled down towards the nurses station.

Quinn got to her feet, and crossed the short distance to the taller girl, putting her arms around her and immediately felt the dancer begin to cry gently on her shoulder. She knew that there would be time for her to cry later, now she needed to be there for her friend. After a few minutes Brittany finally pulled back and wiped the tears from her crystal blue eyes, sniffling slightly. Just as Quinn was about to say goodnight, both girl turned at a sound from the brunette in the bed next to them.

Santana groaned heavily as her eyes fluttered slowly open, the bright fluorescent lights clearly taking a few seconds to adjust to. Brittany sprang to her feet, almost knocking Quinn over in her rush to be at Santana's side. She grabbed her hand and began to rapidly speak, "Oh my gods San! Thank goodness you are awake! How do you feel? Are you okay? Say something please?".

Santana blinked several times in the direction of the excited blonde before croaking out "Water...". Quinn grabbed a cup and filled it with with ice water from the pitcher next to Brittany's mostly untouched food and handed it to the now fully awake latina. She took several slow long sips of water before handing the cup back to Quinn. "Ummm... thanks. I uhhh think I am fine. But where am I? What happened, and why the hell does my head hurt so damned bad? And I hate to be rude, but who are you two? For that matter who am I?".

Quinn looked from Santana to Brittany just in time to see the blonde start to sob again and rush out the door, literally running into Rachel on her way out the room. "Brittany what are you running for? Santana! If you are awake than why is Brittany crying?" Rachel glanced towards Quinn who was staring daggers at Santana.

"Oh good fucking job Santana! Britt has been here day and night for four days since you got hurt and the first damned thing you do is make her cry!"

"Who is Santana, and why the hell are you yelling at me? And who was the girl that just ran out of here crying? Somebody had better start explaining shit to me like right now!"

Quinn's expression went from anger to confussion in a split second. "You...you really don't remember anything? You really don't know who you are?"

"Nope, not a clue. Now what the hell happened? And who was that girl?"

Quinn stood opened mouth for a few seconds, trying to process the information in front of her, unable to find words. Rachel finally stepped in for a speechless Quinn Fabray.

"That girl was Brittany. You're wife."