If the most beautiful flowers

Grow out of mud

What grows of glass

Something shattered and broken

From memories of the past

The present holds gashes

Not yet faded with time

Soldiering on brings pain

Like cleaning wounds with lime

The future holds shards

Embedded in the skin

Not yet healed from pasts present

"Brittany!"

Santana runs over as her girlfriend begins to fall and catches her in her arms before gently lowering her to the ground. The blonde's bloody shirt lifts up to reveal a deep gash on her hip. The blood is pouring out at an alarming rate and Santana's freaking out.

"Get a fuckin doctor!"

She places her palm over the wound to try and stop the blood flow. She can't believe this is the second time that day she did the exact same motion.

"It's ok baby. You're gonna be alright. I'm right here."

The doctors rush in and place the girl on a bed quickly before rushing out of the room. Santana races after them but keeps getting pushed away.

"Let me go!" She's currently being held at the waist by the nurse form of the Hulk. Santana keeps fighting swinging her legs in the air trying to break free as she sees the doctors wheel her girlfriend into a room before closing the door behind them.

"She needs me! Let me go Franken-nurse!"

Santana thought the blood was from Ty. How the fuck did she not notice Britt withering away right in front of her? The Latina finally calms down and the huge nurse leads her to the waiting room. She stares down blankly at the blood covering her hands, the blood of her girlfriend, the woman she's in love with. Santana thinks she should have never dove on top of her like that. The time it took her to shove San down first could have been precious time to get away from the bullet.

It's been too long she thinks. She needs to know what the fuck is going on. Right as Santana's about to curse out yet another fuckin nurse, a doctor comes out of the room and walks over to her.

"Hi, I'm Dr. Carr. Are you with Brittany Pierce?"

She's trying to gauge his appearance to predict what he's going to tell her but he's stone faced and reveals nothing.

"Y-yes I am. Is she ok? What happened?"

The doctor prepares himself for this account and runs his hand through his shaggy brown hair.

"First off, she's fine. The bullet thankfully only grazed her side. We gave her stitches but she lost a lot of blood so we gave her medicine to make her sleep so her body can recover."

Santana feels a rush of relief. She still wants to kick this doctor's ass though for pushing her away into the arms of that monstrous nurse.

"Ok, that's good right?"

"Yes, but what I'm more concerned with is the heavy bruising on her face and abdomen. We took her to get an x-ray and found she has three broken ribs." He takes a deep breath hoping her rage doesn't come back full force. "This shocked me because broken ribs are extremely painful and the aging of the bruising indicates that this happened before the shooting, ruling out that the state of shock was hiding the pain. As we were doing blood tests to make sure HIV wasn't exposed to the staff, we noticed a heavy amount of opiates in her system, which explains the dulling of the pain."

Fuck. She thinks. She still has those 6 bundles Ty gave her in her bra and she is not trying to go to jail today on top of all this shit.

"She's prescribed."

"Miss…?"

"Berry, Rachel Berry."

She spits out. No way in hell is she giving him her real name if she has to book it the fuck out of here.

"Miss Berry, the drugs in her system are the least of my concern. She seems to have been through an ordeal, we wanted to know if the police should be involved."

Santana's eyes bug out of her head. Yes let's call the police and tell them about her being kidnapped and the result ending in 4 people dead. Fuck that.

"No!" She all but screams. "No police. She was in a car accident."

The doctor seems unconvinced but chooses not to pry. He's a doctor not a detective, after all.

"OK. Miss Berry, you can go see her now. Thanks for your time."

Santana sprints into the room she saw the doctor leave from and whips open the curtain separating Brittany from the rest of the room. She looks so small and pale in the bed but her face seems to have found peace.

Santana leans over and kisses Brittany's forehead while smoothing out her knotted blonde hair. She grabs a chair from the corner of the room and places it on the side of the bed as close as she can manage. The brunette grabs the hand that's not pierced by the IV and kisses her knuckles lovingly.

"You're my everything baby. You scared me so much. I thought my rainbow was gone and replaced by clouds. Don't ever leave me please?" She begs as tears start flowing down her already puffy cheeks.

What she doesn't notice is Britt's state of semi consciousness and the smile that breaks out across her face.

Santana soon falls asleep still holding her hand. She's leaned over the bed with her head resting on the blonde's thigh. A nurse comes in to check Brittany's vitals and sees the sweet scene before her. Love is just rolling off of the brunette girl. The nurse sees her shiver in her sleep and decides to grab a blanket from the supply room. She comes back to see them still in the same position and drapes the blanket over the small girls back with a smile before leaving to do her rounds.

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"Banana sandwiches…Santana banana sandwiches…"

Santana laughs out loud listening to her girlfriend mumble crazy shit in her sleep. Even in a hospital bed she can make the brunette's day. Brittany wakes up to the sound of her favorite laugh and smiles until she realizes where she is.

"What the fuck?"

Santana's head shoots up when she hears her girlfriend's voice, lucid and out of her dream state.

"Hey baby."

Brittany looks around scared.

"W-what happened Tana?"

If her girlfriend wasn't completely terrified San would have though that it was the most adorable thing she's ever seen.

"Babe, a bullet grazed your hip and you lost a lot of blood." She sees the terrified look on Britt's face and elaborates quickly. "You're fine though B, now you got stitches and a sexy war wound." She chuckles trying to make light of the situation.

"But do you care to explain why you didn't tell me your ribs were hurting?"

Brittany looks down suddenly guilty. She knew she was feeling some pain but just did more dope to cover it up every time it hurt too bad.

"I didn't think it was a big deal San really I didn't. What's wrong with my ribs?"

Santana tells her about the 3 cracked ribs she has from Finn's goons and how she needs to rest for at least a month so they can heal. The Latina cheers her up by promising to buy a sexy nurse outfit because Brittany swears it will make her heal faster. The good time is interrupted by the doctor coming in to discharge his patient.

"Miss Pierce." He looks over to Santana. "Miss Berry."

Brittany sends her a funny look and she just shrugs and smiles.

"What can I do for ya Doc?"

"Just here to discharge you and give you a prescription for some pain meds and antibiotics."

He hands her two slips over paper and almost giggles when she sees the pain meds he prescribed her. 10mg Vicodin is like Tic Tacs to any heroin user. It's like taking aspirin for a normal person, not even worth paying to fill it.

"Now keep your ribs wrapped and change the bandage over your stitches twice a day. Any questions?"

Brittany and Santana are already gathering their things by the time the doctor states his peace. He offers Brittany a wheel chair but opts out as San scoops her up and carries her into the parking lot.

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Santana's POV

"Now when people say 'you dodged that bullet' it's completely true."

I was carrying Britt up the steps to my bedroom and she was eerily happy. I know somewhere in the depths of her soul there is a newly formed crack but she seems to have super glued it together for the time being. I place her on the bed and prop up her back with pillows so her ribs don't hurt.

"I'll be right back babe."

We were gonna be sitting around for a while until she healed so I decided to get my big drawing pad and some charcoals to sketch my love.

"What you doin San?"

"I'm sketching you. Get comfortable."

She rolls over onto her side where there are no stitches or broken ribs and faces me while placing her hands under her between her head and the pillow. God she's gorgeous. How did I get so lucky?

The charcoal in my hand makes me feel at home. I haven't ever drawn someone I loved, it's always been random objects or nudes I thought up in my head. Not slutty nudes, tasteful ones, I love sex but I'm not a perv.

After about an hour she has fallen asleep. I lean over and do a couple lines before continuing. Noses are the hardest thing to get right and it can completely fuck up the whole face if you don't draw it correctly. Britt's nose is so damn cute so I work hard to get it completely perfect.

My hands are now completely black from rubbing the charcoal to make perfect shades and highlights where they belong. Figuring she'll be sleeping for a while I kiss her on the forehead and make my way to Ty's corner to sell some shit for him. I don't want Puck or anyone doing this because if something happened to them I wouldn't be able to forgive myself. It's better if I put myself in the line of fire. I'm disposable.

Walking up to Ty's stoop I see the blood that still lingers on the sidewalk. It's crazy to think that some of that might be Britt's blood too. Out of the corner of my eye I see crazy ass Rachel making her way towards me wearing her odd sweater and knee socks. I think I would rather her have the normal homeless chic.

She comes and sits on the stoop with me looking worried.

"What's good Rach?"

"Nothin' at all Santana." She looks at my black back pack understanding what I'm doing here. "The block is hot."

Fuck I don't feel like dealing with pigs today.

"Thanks for the heads up. You want a bag?"

She shakes her head quickly.

"I don't partake in drugs, Barbra told me it will ruin my vocal cords."

What the fuck she doesn't do drugs? How is it the craziest bitch in this town is the only sober one?

"Although I did smoke wet once and that shit was crazy but it made Barbra awfully quiet so I never tried it again."

Wet is fucking crazy that shit will knock you on your ass. I can usually drive on anything but driving on that is fuckin nuts. Wet is mint leaves dipped in embalming fluid and sometimes jet fuel. I know crazy right? But it gives you a PCP like high. A lot of people around here love that shit and smoke it in blunts or dip cigs in the fluid. I'll admit I've dabbled a lot in it but the next day my brain feels like it went through a cheese grater and my lungs feel like they contracted overnight bronchitis.

"That's…interesting. But have you heard anything about who did that drive by a couple days ago?"

"No but the car was crushed at the chop shop on Allegheny."

Fuckin ass holes thinking they're all hard shooting from their cars. Why can't people fight man to man anymore? I turn to my left when I see a flash of blonde hair and Quinn is all smiles eating a sandwich from Mo's while she's walking down the street. She doesn't know that I've known about her fuckin Puck for a while now. It's funny to watch her squirm.

"Hey Q, you're looking happy today. Did someone get laid last night?"

She chokes on her sandwich and tries to change the subject.

"What are you doing out here?"

"Uh uh Q not so fast. I know you've been fuckin Puck and I just ask that you go to the clinic before sitting on my toilet seat."

Her eyes bug out of her head and she lights a cig trying to stall for time.

"H-how long have you known?"

"How long have you been fuckin?"

"Touché."

"But I'm out here cuz Ty's still in the hospital. What you doing today?"

A huge grin breaks out onto her face and she whips a square of tin foil out of her pocket.

"I got a hold of some acid me and Puck were gonna trip. Do you and Britt wanna join us?"

Hmm. I think about it cuz trippin is an 8 hour event. But it would be fun to let loose and act like a five year old for one night and seeing B trip would probably be fuckin hilarious.

"Don't gotta ask me twice."

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LSD, the most interesting drug a person could ever ingest. Everyone thinks when you take it you see crazy shit like Carebears falling from the sky but it's not at all like that. Yeah shit looks nuts but the drugs are only enhancing what is already there. Like right now as I look at Puck while he's talking I swear I can see his face muscles moving with every word. The popcorn ceiling we were staring at for the better part of an hour formed into shapes like baboons and skulls. It was like looking into the clouds and making out shapes of animals and boobs. It's like seeing all the atoms that make up an object squirm and move like this fuckin wood grain in the floor right now as I bang out a beat with my fists.

Brittany returns with a bunch of shit in her arms. I was wondering where she went. She apparently found some cardboard boxes and made cut outs in the shape of swords. She drops them in front of me along with a huge box of glow sticks we bought at the dollar store.

"B you're a fuckin genius!" I yell and clap happily.

Acid makes anyone's inner child come out and with people like us who never had a childhood it really feels great to act like an idiot. I begin cracking the light sticks and daze off into the sight of the little bubbles inside that burst and start to glow. I crack mine slow all the time I like to revel in the way it looks, especially now.

"Puck your face looks amazinggggg." Brittany is currently gripping him by the nose and moving his face side to side. I start to get trails and his face blurs with the movement. Getting back to my task I crack the rest of the glow sticks and tape them to the cardboard swords. Quinn helps me while Britt now plays with Puck's Mohawk.

"Ok is it everyone for themselves or should we do teams?"

Brittany claps her hands happily she seems to have forgotten her genius plan until I mentioned it.

"I wanna be on Puck's team so I can poke your vag with my sword." She screams.

We all bust out into a fit of laughter. I thought she was interesting before but the acid seems to have completely removed any verbal filter she might have had.

"And I wanna be on San's team so I can poke Puck in the ass with my sword so he can see how it feels." Quinn yells in a fit of giggles.

I look at her completely disturbed with the mental image and she blushes at what just came out of her mouth. We forget about it within seconds and start our glowing sword fight. Other than looking at Britt, it is the most beautiful thing I've ever seen in my life. As we swing the swords through the air the colors blend together like a living rainbow and if we weren't all set on winning the fight we would probably be content with sitting on the floor waving the swords in front of our faces.

I hear Puck screech and look over to see that Quinn completed her mission and has lodged her sword between Puck's butt cheeks so that his boxers create a deep wedgie.

We all decided in our heads to wear the craziest shit we could find. Puck's wearing his boxers and Quinn's bra around his waist. Quinn has on a Santa hat, a tie dye shirt and tie dye tank top over it, Santi's tight white baseball pants, and a macaroni necklace that Britt made her. Brittany managed to find a black beanie which she put on her head along with a Phillies hat on top of it. She also decided a shirt wasn't necessary and commandeered my leather jacket which she looped more glow sticks on. Her pants are pajamas with boobs on them and she somehow stole my Timberland's too.

I'm wearing a pair of overalls we found in the garage that have been painted with glow in the dark paint. I decided not to put anything under it cuz who needs that shit. I have a floppy hat that looks like a bear and the flaps fall down to my waist and look like the bear's claws. I have a black tight skirt pulled over my overalls and bright yellow rain boots. We look like something from the fuckin circus.

Britt's jumping around and even though I'm completely in the 4th fuckin dimension right now I don't want her to hurt her ribs or her stitches.

"Watch your ribs B, we don't wanna go back to the hospital."

She falls to the ground laughing and I can't help but laugh with her. From her spot on the ground she pokes my crotch with her glow sword and laughs even more.

"Fuck my ribs hahaha."

"Yeah fuck them ribs!" Quinn yells.

It's so funny for some reason. I think I might piss myself. I guess all the dope we did is numbing her injuries like before but I know she will be feeling it tomorrow. We all collapse onto the ground in a fit of giggles and decide to draw things in the air with our glow swords.

"Hehe it's an elephant." Puck exclaims.

"Ok what about this one." I draw a curvy line into the air.

"A snake!" B yells.

"A penis with no balls!" Q exclaims.

"No no. it's Spaghetti!" Puck roars in a fit of laughter.

I shake my head. "Nooppee. It's all of them!"

With attention spans of a 5 year old we get bored with the glow things and decide to smoke a blunt while doing a couple lines of dope for good measure, no one wants to withdrawal while tripping that would be horrible. Quinn turns on a flashlight in the dark room, where she found it, I don't fuckin know. She holds it by the base and points it towards the ceiling and blows the smoke through the stream of light. It's captivating.

"Look Tana! Q brought the clouds to your house!"

"Whoa B, you're totally right. Q's a fuckin magician."

"Jerry Garcia is looking down on us right now so proud that we finally freed the clouds."

Puck ponders this for a second before deciding to grace us with his wisdom. "I guess that's what fog is. It's Jerry freeing the clouds so they can meet their friends on the ground."

"Hi I'm Quinn and I'm addicted to clouds. PS pass me the fuckin orange juice!"

Q is so fuckin funny when she trips. I remember the first time we tripped. Clara was away for the weekend doing fuck knows and some john gave us two hits of acid. After Santos was asleep we put them on our tongues and craziness ensued.

Somehow we ended up in a bath together while we dripped food coloring into the water and watched it swirl around while we talked about who had the right to name the colors what they were called. We collectively decided that red was now called roar and orange was called banjo. Let's just say that Clara wasn't exactly happy when she came home and the tub was stained with blotches of roar and banjo.

I see the time and decide to go to the backyard and lay in the grass for my end of trip tradition. I have to see the sunrise at the end of a trip or I don't feel it's complete. I know it's weird but Q started it. We're all laying in the grass watching the most beautiful sunrise to ever grace Philadelphia and we all have huge grins on our faces.

"It's like Dr. Seuss came on the sky. I think I see the Cat in the hat in cloud form riding the moon."

I look over at Britt amazed cuz that cloud really does look like the Cat in the hat riding the moon. She's so hot and smart.

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The next morning is less than glorious. Somehow we all decided to cuddle in my bed and my strap on is wrapped around Puck's head and poking Quinn in the ear. Brittany has tooth paste everywhere but in her mouth and me and Quinn seem to be unaffected. I guess we fell asleep last. I crack my jaw a bit because it's killing me from grinding my teeth all night and reach over to grab my phone and get evidence of this shit. I can't wait to print it out and put it on the fridge.

I decide to wake them all with a gift and cut out a bunch of lines for my friends while they're asleep. I wake Britt up first so we can wash off all the toothpaste and so she can bask in the awesomeness of Puck with a dick on his head that's poking into Q's face.

She bends over to do the lines I set out for her and cringes in pain. I feel so bad for her.

"Here baby how about you lay down on the couch and I'll clean your stitches and make breakfast?"

Quinn wakes up groaning. "Mmm bacon."

Brittany giggles and reaches over to grab the strap on from Puck's head and presses it across Q's lips to wake her up completely. Her eyes shoot open before she looks over at her boyfriend and bursts into a fit of laughter.

"Haha oh man that was some good shit."

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Britt groans in pain as I put a new bandage on her wound. I told her to be careful last night but I guess she was having too much fun to feel the pain of her 3 cracked rips and 22 stitches.

"I shouldn't have been screaming fuck my ribs last night cuz they're totally fuckin me right now."

I come in with eggs and bacon for everyone and place it on the coffee table that's filled with glow sticks cigarettes and whatever else we decided to play with last night. Apparently someone found condoms and made balloons that hang from the ceiling fan.

"It's ok B. I'll take care of you. What do you wanna do today?"

"I want you to put on that sexy nurse outfit and give me a less than professional sponge bath."

I choke on my food and look around at Q and Puck smirking at me. I'm so fuckin whipped I know I'm gonna do it. This girl will be the death of me.

"Ok baby whatever you want."

Quinn makes a whipping motion in the air while simultaneously creating whipping sound effects. "Wapuushhh."

"Quinn I don't use whips on Tana I like to use her brush it's easier to aim."