A/N: Okay everyone chill I would never kill off Brittany, I think I would cry and hate myself. There was a reason for this chapter and putting Brittany in the hospital, so just keep reading further down and you'll find out.

Thanks for all the reviews. They inspired me to write this quicker so I wouldn't leave anyone in suspense for too long. Anyways here's the new chapter. ENJOY : )

Chapter Nineteen

Santana's POV

"Santana, sweetie, there's been an accident. Brittany was in a car crash," my mom says and my heart stops.

Time stood still. I can see my mom's lips moving, but I can't hear the words coming from her mouth. All I can hear is my heart thumping, slowly at first then speeding up quickly.

"Santana, did you hear me? Santana," my mom's voice rises to get my attention.

Then reality snaps into place and I begin to panic. "Where is she? Is she okay?"

"Your father called and she's at the hospital. They just rushed her into surgery." When mom says she's at the hospital, I grab my keys and head for the door. But a force stops me from moving further. My mom's holding me back.

"I'm driving." I hand her the keys and we take off towards the hospital. We live ten miles from the hospital, but it feels like we're driving for hours. The car ride is silent. I stare out the window searching for the hospital. Every thought is passing through my head and of course it's every worse thing you can imagine. I mean what if she's dead. I can't live without her; I can barely breathe when she's not around me. Everything about my life involves her. My future is Brittany.

"Who was driving?" I finally ask, as I know we're coming close to the hospital.

"Her mom."

"Oh god. Is her mom okay?" It would kill Brittany if she lost another parent. I know when her dad died she was broken for weeks. Brittany is usually such a bubbly person, but when her dad died she was so depressed. It broke my heart and I couldn't bare to see her go through that again.

"Your father said she just had a concussion and a few cuts and bruises, but she's fine." Oh thank God, but now I need to know if Brittany's all right. We finally get to the hospital and before mom even stops the car I'm flying out of the car and into the hospital. I run to the E.R.'s front desk.

"I'm here about Brittany Pierce," I say to the nurse.

"Are you family?" she asks.

"She's my gi…" I almost say girlfriend until I remember that I'm at the place where my dad works. "I'm her best friend. She was in a car accident."

"I can't release any information unless you're family," the nurse says and I'm about to cut a bitch. I look around the waiting room to see if her mom is there, but I don't see her.

"Well I don't see her mom here, but she was also in the accident. Please, just tell me she's okay. Can't you give me that?" I beg trying to keep myself from yelling.

"I'm sorry it's policy that we only release information to immediate family members," the nurse repeats herself.

"Bitch, listen up! All I'm asking is for you to do your job and check if she's still in surgery! I'm not asking you to do the damn surgery!" I yell at the nurse. She's going to regret the day she met me.

"Miss if you don't calm down I will call security." This woman thinks she can threaten me.

"You know come out from behind that desk so we can really talk about this," I threaten back.

"Santana!" I hear my father's booming voice and turn around to see him giving me a stern look. "Do not threaten one of the nurses. I'm sorry Nurse Robinson."

"It's quite alright Dr. Lopez. I was just informing this young lady on hospital policy," the nurse says as if she's got one over me.

"Dad, this bitch won't tell me about Brittany," I say looking at my father.

"Santana, do not use that language. Now apologize," dad tells me and I almost tell him to stuff it.

"I'm sorry," I mumble to the woman and she nods with a smug smile.

"Now Nurse Robinson any information on Brittany Pierce is to not only be reported to me and the girl's mother, but also to Santana." Now that wiped the smug look on her face and put it on mine. That's right bitch my dad's above your ass. Don't mess with a Lopez.

"Santana come with me." Dad takes me over to the waiting room to sit down. "She's still in surgery. I just checked on her and the doctors are still operating."

"What happened, dad?" I ask.

"A drunk driver ran a red light and crashed his truck into the side of the Pierce's car. The truck hit Brittany's side. She has a couple of cracked ribs, dislocated right shoulder, and a concussion. There was some internal bleeding, but they've managed to stop it."

I take in all the information. "I'll keep you updated as much as possible, but I have to get back to work. I'll come check on you in a little while, okay?"

"Okay. Wait did anyone call Emily, her sister?" I ask because I really don't want to make that phone call.

"Mrs. Pierce already called her. They're keeping Mrs. Pierce overnight for observation," dad says then leaves just as mom walks in and sits down next to me.

Okay, dislocated shoulder and cracked ribs that's not horrible. She's still alive that's the important thing. My mom puts her arm around me and pulls me close to her. That's when everything settles and I break down into tears. I cry into my mom's shoulder.

"I can't lose her mama," I sob out into her shirt. She's rubbing her hand through my hair and making shhing sounds.

"I know, sweetie. Right now all we can do is pray."

That sets me off. "Pray? If there were a God he wouldn't be stupid enough to take away the nicest, sweetest, most caring girl in the world. He wouldn't let shit like this happen."

"Santana don't speak like that. This was an accident no one has control over it," my mom says trying to calm me, but it just makes me angrier.

I lean back in my chair and whisper, "Don't talk to me about God." She quickly drops the subject.

I'm angry and waiting is doing nothing for me. It's making me jittery and the anger is just sitting there. I want to find the drunk drive and beat him up for doing this, for being so stupid and driving while intoxicated. I decide I can't sit any longer. I need to move around even if it's just to walk out the door and walk right back in. My dad's been working here since before I can remember so I've been here a few times and know my way around the place okay. I tell my mom I'm going to walk around for a bit, but to call me if there's a change. Even if it's the smallest detail she's suppose to call. I decide to call Kurt and Quinn to let them know. They love Brittany almost as much as I do so they'll want to know.

Both wanted to come to the hospital and be with me, but it's the middle of the night and we have school tomorrow so I tell them I'll be fine. I promise to keep them updated. I mindlessly walk through the hallways. This is possibly the worst thing to have happened to me. I mean this is Brittany. She doesn't deserve any of this; neither does her mom or her family. As I'm walking through some wing of the hospital I notice two cops hanging outside of someone's room.

They walk into the room and I get closer to hear just because I'm a little nosey. "Excuse me sir. We need to talk to you about the accident you were involved in tonight."

"Okay," the man stutters.

"Sir, the police on the accident sight performed a breath test and you were well above the legal limit. You also endangered the lives of a woman and her teenage daughter. Do you understand what we're saying?" one officer explained.

Holy shit this was the man that hit Brit's car. I charge into the room. "Do you have any idea what you've done?" I start yelling at the man. "You hurt my Brittany!"

"Ma'am you need to calm down," one officer grabs a hold of me and pushes me outside.

"I hope you're charging that bastard," I yell at the officer.

"Santana!" I turn around and there's Emily and some guy and my mom looking at me.

"I'm so sorry officer. Her friend was in that car you can understand why she's upset," my mom explains as she steps between the officer and me.

"It's understandable," the officer says and walks back into the room as mom drags me down the hallway.

"Santana we understand you're upset, but you can't act like this in a hospital," mom says.

"Why the hell not? None of us would be here if that dumbass hadn't decided to get behind the wheel drunk!" I'm so heated right now that I might punch someone.

"Santana," I hear someone whisper behind me and turn around to see Emily. Her eyes are red and I can see the tear marks down her cheeks. It takes one look into her eyes, so much like Brittany's, and I'm in her arms crying again. She starts crying too. Mom and the random guy, who I'm guessing is Em's boyfriend, leave us alone.

"I want to hurt him," I mumble into Emily's shirt.

"Me too," she mumbles into my shoulder. We stay like this for a few minutes before letting go and go back to the waiting room. Mrs. Pierce gave Emily strict instructions to wait for the doctors' news on Brittany. Two hours go by when a doctor finally approaches us.

"How is she?" I immediately ask when the doctor introduces himself as Brittany's doctor.

"She's out of surgery. We reset the shoulder and stopped the bleeding. She has some cracked ribs and some cuts and bruises over her face and body," the doctor explains.

"But she's okay? We can see her?" I ask. I need to see for myself that she's okay.

"I need to warn you. During the surgery Brittany's heart stopped for three minutes. We don't know if that caused any brain damages and we can't really tell until she wakes up, which might be a few days. But right now she has full brain function and is alive," the doctor says giving us some hope, but the whole brain damage thing scares the shit out of me.

"So can we see her?" Emily asks.

"Yes, but immediate family only," he says.

Emily starts following the doctor, but I stay behind.

"Santana you are family come on," she says noticing my hesitation. We follow the doctor to Brittany's room. He warns us that she looks a little rough and that's to be expected.

We walk into the room and I feel my breath catching in my throat. I gasp a little from the sight in front of me. Brittany lies in bed with a sling over her arm. She has bandages on her arms possibly covering some of the cuts. There are purple blotches on her arms and neck. Her face is a little swollen and there's a fresh cut that lies above her right eyebrow. Emily takes a seat on one side of Brittany and I take a seat on the other. I lean down and place a kiss on her forehead and whisper I love you into her ear. I want to hold her hand, but she looks so fragile right now that I'm scared to touch her.

No One's POV

Dr. Lopez looks into the Brittany's room watching his daughter. Mrs. Lopez walks up to her husband and both look into the room. They stand there in silence watching their daughter.

"Santana really cares about that girl doesn't she?" Dr. Lopez quietly asks breaking the silence.

"Yes she does," Mrs. Lopez answers never taking her eyes off her daughter.

"They're in love, aren't they?" Dr. Lopez asks.

And this time Mrs. Lopez looks up at her husband and into his eyes. She's known this man for twenty-five years. She can read him like a book and right now his eyes are telling her he's asking as parent, not as a judgmental person. So she simply looks at him and nods her head, "They're very much in love." Then she returns her gaze to Santana and her girlfriend.

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