I really thought this chapter would take longer but I got a burst of inspiration after watching a couple Brittana videos. This chapter does contain the sort of shooting and my twist on what Brittany's thoughts were in that bathroom stall. I haven't quite decided what will be in the next chapter quite yet so if you have any suggestions, please feel free to share. As always reviews are appreciated and enjoy the chapter!

A couple days had passed since the baby shower and Santana had started to be in a better mood. It was a Tuesday afternoon and she was home alone which meant folding baby clothes and catching up on the trashy daytime TV she had started to actually like. She had realized that she had a lot more baby clothes than she had realized. The baby shower had been a success and now it was time to wait for the next 14 weeks or so when Sofia would arrive. Her phone beeped and she looked at the text with the look of horror.
'Santana, there were gunshots. Brittany was in the bathroom, I don't know where she is' Sam had texted her as Santana's hand instantly went to her belly. 'No, this wasn't happening' she thought to herself before she jumped up grabbing her keys and purse off of the coffee table and running to her car. She held back tears as she sped down to McKinley only to see the cop cars.
"Dear god no" she whispered as she ran up to the police tape that was now surrounding the school. She looked around the forming crowd for someone she knew still holding her emotions back which was very hard for a pregnant Santana.
"Santana!" she heard from behind her and saw Puck running over with the look of fear in his eyes.
"Oh my god Puck, Brittany… she isn't in the choir room. I need to get in there, I need to find Brittany" Santana said her voice determined to get in there and find Brittany.
"Hell no S, you need to think of Sofia. Brittany isn't stupid, she's probably hiding somewhere waiting until this is all over" Puck explained as Santana moved into his arms and began sobbing letting every emotion out at once with Puck just comforting her.
"Is Jake okay?" she asked through sobs as Puck nodded looking up at the school.
"He's in the choir room, Mr. Shue and Beiste are in there with them" he said as Santana silently prayed in her head that Brittany and everyone would be okay, that this would be some sick dream and she would wake up in Brittany's arms.
"It's going to be okay Santana" Puck whispered as Santana just thought about Sofia and what life would be like without Brittany in their life.

"Santana! Puck!" Tina yelled running from over from where the buses were parked.
"Tina oh my god" Santana said running over and hugging her tightly.
"Blaine! Blaine is in there" Tina said her voice shaking as her eyes went wide.
"Oh my god. Why is this happening?" Tina added tears now rolling down her cheeks.
"She's not in the choir room Tina, she's in the halls with a shooter on the loose. What if something happens? What if Brittany…" Santana said trailing off sobbing as Puck shook his head.
"I told you she's not stupid Santana; she learned how to be street smart from Lima Heights Adjacent. She's going to know what to do. You need to calm down for baby Sofia and yourself. It's not healthy" Puck explained as Tina nodded in agreement.
"It has to be okay, we just need to relax" Tina said in a hushed voice as the police went into the school. All Santana could think about was somewhere in that school, the love of her life was terrified, she could feel it.

In the girls' bathroom…

Brittany stood on the toilet seat taking deep breaths to control her tears. The second she had heard the gunshots, her life flashed before her eyes. She thought about Santana, Lord Tubbington, about seeing Sofia on the ultrasound machine, and most of all about what the future was supposed to be. She wasn't supposed to die in a bathroom stall in a school shooting. She was supposed to be in the delivery room with Santana when they would finally see their beautiful daughter. She was supposed to live in a nursing home with Santana one day in Lima Heights Adjacent; this wasn't supposed to be like this. She choked back a sob trying to stay as quiet as possible except for the dripping of her tears into the toilet.
"Sofia I love you" she whispered so lowly that nobody would be able to hear her. She stood on that toilet seat for what felt like years but really was only minutes before she heard the door open and heavy footsteps enter the bathroom. 'This is it… This is the end' she thought to herself as he held back a sob. In her mind she thought of Santana and Sofia, the life they had planned for each other. 'I love you Santana, I love you' she repeated in her mind bracing herself for what could happen.
"Brittany?" Mr. Shue asked in a low voice before Brittany jumped down in a hurry knowing she was now going to be safe.
"Mr. Shue" she said in relief as he hugged her close. The two other doors opened in the bathroom and two other kids walked out as well. She thought she was alone in there but the whole time two other people were just as afraid as she was. Mr. Shue snuck them out of the bathroom and across the hall into the choir room as the police officer hurried them up. Brittany was sobbing as she ran over to Artie and Sam holding on to them and tears streaming down her cheek.
"Text Santana" Sam whispered as Brittany dug her phone out of her bag that sat next to Artie's wheelchair and silently she typed.
"I'm okay Santana. Please don't worry baby, I'm okay. I will see you outside soon. I love you" she pressed sent and waited until it was time to see Santana again.

Once a sweep of the school was done by the SWAT team, the students were let out of the school. Brittany out to the steps of the school and from the top of the steps she could see Santana standing with Puck and Tina. Her hand was on her belly and she just looked so beautiful, like Brittany's own personal angel. She hurried as fast as she could down the steps and sobbed as she ran into Santana's arms, nothing was said between the two of them but nothing had to be said. She was finally safe in Santana's arms, where she needed to be.