Santana nearly threw up as she saw the bloody scene in the bathroom. Blood tinted water had spilled over the edge of the bathtub, onto the floor and leaked out into the hallway. She splashed threw it and kneeled down. Plunging her arms into the crimson water, she wrapped one under Alex's legs and the other behind her back. Santana lifted the limp body up out of the water and lay her sister down on the wet tiled floor.

Santana sobbed loudly as she felt for a pulse. She pressed her fingers against the wet skin of Alex's neck and couldn't tell if there was one or not. The 14 year old's face was incredibly pale, and her arms were already covered in fresh blood, as well as her thigh. Santana felt her stomach heave when she noticed how deep the cuts were.

"Alex, stay with me. I've got you baby." Santana cried, stroking her sister's wet face. She realized that she needed an ambulance, now, and dreaded having to get up and leave the dying girl, even for a few seconds. But she looked around and discovered Alex's phone in her discarded jeans pocket. Santana quickly dialed 911. She managed to sob what had happened and her address to the operator, and was told that help was on the way.

Santana shut the phone off and pulled Alex up into her arms, they way she had done when the girl was shot. A surge of hope shot through her when she saw that they girl's eyes were slightly opened.

"Alex, can you hear me baby?" Santana asked, tears still streaming down her face. Alex's head moved slightly downwards in an attempted nod.

"I'm….s-sorry." Came the girl's breathless whisper.

"It's alright. Everything's alright." Santana said, holding her in closer.

"San…I love you." Alex forced.

"I love you too baby." Santana said, kissing her lightly on the forehead.

Suddenly, Alex's body tensed and her back arched away from Santana. The girl's eyes rolled back in her head and she fell limp again. "Alex?" Santana asked, feeling the girl's body suddenly feel much heavier. She didn't get a response.

Santana's ears picked up the sound of sirens coming towards the house, but she was preoccupied by her sister's sudden lack of life signs. Santana had become covered in blood in the short time she had been holding the 14 year old.

Paramedics burst into the bathroom and pulled Santana out of the way. One of the men immediately checked for a pulse, and then let his hand drop from the girl's neck. He turned around to look at Santana. "She's gone." He said solemnly.

"No! No, no, no, no, no." Santana screamed, pushing past them to get to the girl. She picked up the body in her arms and cradled Alex's lifeless form. "Come back, please!" She whispered.

The paramedics pulled Santana away from the dead girl's body. They kept her out in the hallway as her sister was loaded onto a stretcher and a white sheet was placed over her.

Santana met her mother in the kitchen. They looked at each other for a few moments before bursting into tears. The mother and daughter sobbed into each other's shoulders. Finally, Santana decided that she needed to be alone.

Santana walked upstairs and was met by the open door to the blood covered bathroom. She shuddered, and looked away from it quickly. The Latina turned and went into the guest room.

Santana crawled into the bed and pulled the comforter up over her. It smelled like her sister, a mix of the berry scented body spritz she wore, and just….the smell of her. Santana felt a whole new wave of tears come streaming down her face as she remembered the night she had tucked Alex in after her first rape.

The Glee Club, as well as the whole school, was devastated by the news. A small shrine was built outside of Alex's locker, where students stopped to put a card or flower. Glee practice consisted of crying and hugging, while also planning the young girl's funeral.

Two days later, the funeral began. Mourners filed in from around Lima, eyes red and puffy from crying about the tragedy. Slowly, the Glee Club stood and walked to stand beside the closed casket. Rachel opened her mouth and sang first as the violins started.

You and I walk a fragile line

I have known it all this time

But I never thought I'd live to see it break

It's getting dark and it's all too quiet

And I can't trust anything now

And it's coming over you like it's all a big mistake.

Santana fought the shakiness away from her voice and began to sing.

Oh, I'm holding my breath

Won't lose you again

something's made your eyes go cold

Come on, come on, don't leave me like this

I thought I had you figured out

Something's gone terribly wrong

You're all I wanted

Come on, come on, don't leave me like this

I thought I had you figured out

Can't breathe whenever you're gone

Can't turn back now, I'm haunted.

Santana and the rest of the teenagers were all close to their breaking points after they completed the song. There was a quiet, respectful applause, and then everyone but Santana took their seats.

"I only knew Alex for a short period in my life. She came in, and I expected myself to hate her. And for awhile, I made myself. But she saved me. And I owe my life to her. Despite how horrible I was to her, she put herself in front of a gun. And after her attacks, I tried to help her the best I could. But she had been through too much, and I couldn't get her through it. So Alex, I'm so sorry. You are the sister that I never knew I wanted." Santana finished her speech, her voice breaking off in the end.

After Santana finished her speech, the men from the Glee club stood up. The filed to the front of the church and circled around the casket. They nodded at each other and lifted the wooden casket, then proceeded outside to the cemetery.

Santana stood beside the grave, beside her mother, and watched as the casket was lowered in. The Glee boys stepped backwards, each of them with tears in their eyes. Santana watched as the first shovel of dirt was poured onto the casket.

So, that was very depressing. I just though you all would like to see what would happen if Alex had died. So yeah. Review.