A/N: This chapter is a little intense, so just a warning.

Chapter 3: You Found Me

"I found God on the corner of first..."

Santana and Brittany had stopped in a motel somewhere in Pennsylvania. The two girls were supremely tired, so they had just quickly crawled into bed, kissed each other good night, and went to listening to their own iPods.

This was the first night since the campaign ad had come out that Santana had a nightmare.

"Brittany? Are you there?"

Santana walked down the hallway, as it became increasingly long and narrow. She felt the walls close in on her, and soon the floor began caving in. As Santana felt herself falling, she looked around and saw the blonde falling, too. The impact of the ground was incredibly painful, as Santana felt her leg go numb.

"Brittany! Are you ok?"

Santana didn't care about her own injuries anymore, she just looked over to the only person she's ever truly loved.

"San..."

Brittany was now lying there, totally unresponsive.

"Brittany...you can't leave me. Not now, not ever!"

Santana tried to get up, but her leg was in too much pain.

"Forget this! Every time I get something good, it just goes away..."

Soon, as all dreams do, it took a slight tangent. The cold, hard floor they were lying on was now a hospital room, with doctors surrounding them.

Santana could only hear random bits of their conversations.

"Low odds..."

"...unlike anything I've seen..."

"The amounts of..."

"She's lucky to be alive..."

"What about the other?"

"Shhh, you idiots! She's awake!"

All the doctors turned to Santana.

"Are you alright, sweetie?"

"Where the hell is Brittany?"

Santana was never one for small talk, and certainly not without Brittany. The doctors all looked to each other, increasingly nervous.

"I don't know how to present this.."

"Just get on with it."

"Brittany is..."

"She's dead, isn't she?"

"..."

"Just say it!"

"Yes, she died right before she arrived in the hospital. We tried to do whatever we could to save her, but.."

"It wasn't enough. I get it."

"Do you want to talk to someone?"

"No, just leave me the hell alone and get me out of here."

And, as all dreams do, it took Santana to a grassy field. Soon though, stones grew from the ground. But one in particular stood out to Santana. It was a new one, still with the dust from the engraving in it. The girl walked up to it, and read the writing.

"Brittany Susan Pierce. 1994-2012."

Santana fell on to her knees, and just began bawling.

"Why?"

Santana began punching the grass.

"Why her? Why not me?"

The tears began falling faster, wetting her cheeks and leaving her as a total mess.

"Brittany did everything right in this world...how could you let this happen?"

Santana wasn't sure who the 'you' was, but it made her feel better to place the blame on some cosmic force.

Soon, her dream took her to the choir room, the room where everything had changed in her life. The room where she had learned to open up, and the room where she was now experiencing the pain she had tried to hard to shield herself from.

"Santana, it'll be okay."

The voice belonged to Quinn.

"How the hell do you know, Fabray?"

"We've all lost someone."

This voice belonged to Finn.

"If there's anything we can do for you..."

Rachel started.

"Just know that we're here for you."

Both Kurt and Blaine smiled at Santana.

"You know what you can do for me?"

The group looked on, hoping Santana would open up to them.

"Just leave me the hell alone!"

"Santana, we're just trying to help."

The voice belonged to Mr. Schuester.

"I don't want your help. I just want Brittany!"

"I just want Brittany!"

Santana woke up with a jolt. She was sweating and shaking. She pulled her iPod out of her ear, and looked around.

"San...are you ok?"

Brittany spoke groggily. Santana realized she must have woken Brittany up.

"I'm...I'm okay. Go to sleep."

"I heard you screaming in your sleep."

"It's okay."

"No, it's not. What happened?"

Santana sighed, and told Brittany what had happened.

"Just.. don't worry about me, Brittany. I'll be alright."

"You don't have to always be so strong, you know."

"Wha-"

Santana began to speak, but Brittany just put her finger over Santana's lips.

"Shh...just let me hold you."

Brittany wrapped herself around Santana, and the two got cozy.

"I'll never leave you, Santana."

It was to those words, with Brittany wrapped around her, that Santana was able to sleep peacefully.

"..Why'd you have to wait, to find me, to find me?"

A/N: I'll be making a chapter for what Brittany was dreaming at the time as well. Hopefully Santana won't listen to more depressing music before bed (lol)

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