"Santana Lopez you open this door right now!" Rachel called as she slammed her fist against her friends front door while Kurt stood next to her and called her phone once again.

"Dammit Santana we are making you go outside whether you like it or not!" Rachel shouted once again as she rubbed her hand, taking a break from pummelling the door.

"You know maybe she went out on her on," Kurt suggested, seriously doubting that that was the truth.

"Well then we're going to wait for her to come back because it has been days since we've seen or heard from her and that simply won't do."

"I know, I agree but she's going to need time."

"Believe me I know, but I at least want to check on her," Rachel sighed in defeat and ran a shaky hand through her hair. She tilted her head in confusion when Kurt suddenly readhed his arm up and ran his fingers along the top of the door frame. His face brightened suddenly and he pulled down a key.

"I remember Brit told me once that she put a spare up there because she always forgot hers," Kurt smiled as he unlocked the door.

The door swung open and the Rachel and Kurt stepped inside. Everything looked the same as the last time they'd seen it. Nothing had been rearranged or taken down yet it still seemed more vacant than the last time.

"Santana?" Kurt called but got no reply.

"Her wallet is on the counter," Rachel nodded towards the kitchen area. "She probably didn't go out, if she did at least not far."

"Well maybe she's just sleeping," Kurt figured that that would be it. It may have been four in the afternoon but given everything that had happened he wouldn't be suprised if his friend was spending her days in bed. Without another word, the two made their way to the bedroom.

The door was cracked open and Rachel leaned foward to open it the rest of the way. When they looked in they saw a lump under the covers. They couldn't decide whether to smile about seeing their friend or frown because she was wasting away the day in bed.

"Santana," Rachel called softly as she moved over to the bed. "Come on, time to wake up."

Rachel sat down next to Santana on the bed and placed a hand on her through the covers, shaking softly. Kurt scanned the room as all that happened and his eyes fell on a prescription bottle resting on the bedside table. He was just picking it up when Rachel spoke up again.

"Kurt she's not waking up," she was trying to hold back panic, not wanting to jump to conclusions. Rachel watched Kurt as he read the label on the bottle.

"Oh my God," he whispered in shook.

"Kurt wh-" Rachel was cut off.

"Rachel I think we need to call an ambulance," Kurt dropped the bottle and reached over to pull the covers off of Santana's body. Rachel jumped back and watched in horror as Kurt pressed his ear to the latina's chest. Tears were already pooling in his eyes as he pulled away.

"Rachel call now!" he cried as he pulled Santana onto her back and began administiring chest compressions.

With violently trembling fingers, Rachel managed to dial 911 while Kurt became lost in his attempts to wake Santana.

"911 what is your emergency?"

"W-w-we found our friend and I think she tried to kill herself," Rachel stammered, trying to hold back the sobs that were ripping at the base of her throat.

"Is she breathing?"

"Kurt is she breathing?"

"Barely," he grunted out without wavering in his work.

"Barely," Rachel relayed to the operator.

"Alright an ambulance is on the way. You need to start CPR, I'll instruct you on ho-"

"No, no my friend's already doing it he knows how," Rachel cut off the operator.

"Okay, the ambulance should be there any minute, just hang tight."

"Thank you," Rachel choked out before ending the call.

She quickly pocketed her phone before leaning down and picking up the bottle that had fallen to the floor. Barely able to make out the print as her shaking made the print unclear, Rachel was able to read enough to know that these were sleeping pills. Strong sleeping pills at that.

"It's not working!" Kurt yelled in exasperation before leaning into Santana to try and breath some life into her. Rachel picked up that latina's limp arm and layed her fingers across the pulse point.

"Kurt she doesn't have a pulse!" she yelped in shock and jumped away. He lay his head against her chest and swore loudly.

"She's not even breathing anymore!"

As if on cue, sirens began to blare outside and an instant later a pair of paramedics had burst in through the front door and run into the bedroom.

"I need you two to step back we can take it from here," a man no older than twenty-five called as his partner leaned next to Santana to check vitals.

"No breathing, no pulse but I'm pretty sure it's just shocked. No use in trying anyting here bring her to ambulance she's gonna need shocks."

That was the final straw for Rachel, the sobs that had been threatening to breach finally wracked through her body. Kurt, too shocked to cry, just put his arms around Rachel and held her head against his chest as he watched the paramedics strap his other friend to a stretcher.

"Can we come?" Kurt asked as they began to carry her out of the room.

"You have to sit up front and come right now," he called over his shoulder as he and his partner left the room. Without any second thought, Kurt and Rachel ran after them and jumped into the front seats of the ambulance. They gripped each others hands in silence as the ambulance rocketed through the New York City streets towards the hospital. Both tried to think of anything but what was happening behind them.

xXxXxXxXx

"Ben hurry it up for table five! They're starting to get pissy," Quinn called to the cook of the diner she worked at as she sat on a stool next to the counter to rest her feet for a moment. She had been working at the diner for two years now. A large part of her resented it, all of her other friends had actual professions and here she was working a job meant for college students. It payed the bills and gave her some pocket money but it wasn't a career. But then again, Quinn Fabray had absolutely no idea what she wanted her career to be.

"Hey Q!" Lisa, her fellow waitress, waved Quinn's phone as she walked over. "I was in the break room and this things been going off like crazy"

"Thanks, can you take table five so I can check this out?" Lisa nodded and handed Quinn's phone to her. An array of missed calls, texts, and voicemails made Quinn immediately uneasy. Deciding to start with voicemails, her heart immediately dropped when she heard a crying and panicked Rachel telling her something she wasn't sure she could handle.

Quinn y-y-you need to come down to the hospital now. I-it's Santana she... she... God Quinn she tried to kill herself and I don't even know if she's alive right now. I know you're working but please hurry we all need you here. She needs you here. She'll need all of us to help her get better because she's going to be fine, she has to be fine. Just hurry, please.

Rachel had sounded so strained and barely kept together, she was clearly terrified and because Rachel (or Santana) was usually the one in their group of friends to really keep it together when times were rough Quinn knew it was bad. Without a second thought, Quinn ran to the break room and grabbed her purse before dashing out the door, ignoring the yells from her coworkers.

Quinn ran for all she was worth, pushing through the angry crowds of New Yorkers as she made her way to the hospital that she worked only ten or so blocks away from. As she ran all she could do was pray to anyone and everyone that Santana would be okay. If Santana wasn't okay, Quinn wasn't sure she could be either.

A/N: Geeze the part with Quinn was a total pain to write for some reason, so sorry if it's bleh. I rewrote it like ten times with different places of employment and for some reason I liked this one best, so I hope you guys were diggin' it. Please take the minute to review as well :]