Happy Valentine's Day! I wrote this last night and thought I would go ahead and post it for you all :) I hope you guys don't hate me too much because of the last update! I love you guys and hope you enjoy this one :) It's not as long as some others but I like it a lot. Please review and I'll love you :)

I looked at my phone and it showed the call ended. I dialed Brittany's number and it went straight to voicemail. "Shit." I tried again. Again, it went straight to voicemail. "Fuck!"

"What's wrong?" Puck asked, sitting up.

"I think Britt's been in an accident."

"What?"

"I heard a loud crash and now her phone is going straight to voicemail. I have to go find her." I jumped up from the couch and started toward the door.

"I'm coming with you." He ran after me.

I grabbed the keys to the Jaguar and ran out with Puck behind me. He barely got in the car before I took off. I sped out of the driveway, driving toward Brittany's house. About halfway there, cops had the street blocked off. I could see my car and another smaller one. The smaller car T-boned mine on the driver's side. I jumped out of the car and ran toward the scene.

"Whoa," a cop stopped me. "You can't go in there, miss."

"But that's my car!" I yelled, waving my arms. "That's my girlfriend!"

"I'm sorry but I can't let you through."

"Fuck!" I started back to the car as Puck was getting out. "They won't let me through."

"Find out what hospital they are sending her too. We'll go there." Puck put a firm hand on my shoulder.

I looked over my shoulder and saw the cop was distracted. I took off running toward the barricade again, making it past this time. I almost made it to the car before two cops grabbed me. "Please." I begged. "Please. That's my girlfriend. Is she ok?"

"They're working on getting her out now." One officer said. "But you can't be here. You have to wait behind the barricades."

"Is she ok?" I looked at the man with tears in my eyes.

"We don't know anything. I'm sorry." He led me back to the barricades.

"What hospital are you taking her to?"

"I'm not sure where she's going."

"Can you please have her taken to USC Medical Center?"

"I'll see what I can do. It shouldn't be a problem."

"Thank you so much." The officer gave me a sad smile before walking back over to the accident. I turned to Puck and fought the tears with everything. "I couldn't get to her."

"I saw. Come on. Let's get to the hospital." He tried to pull me to the car but I hesitated. "There's nothing we can do here."

I got in the passenger seat, not in the right state of mind to drive. I stared at the crash until I couldn't see it anymore. "Why did this happen to her? Britt never did anything to anyone."

"It was an accident, San. Accidents happen."

"Fuck!" I hit the door of the car. "I knew I should have taken her home. Fuck!"

"Calm down."

The ambulance passed us and the tears came back to my eyes. "Is she gonna be ok, Puck?"

"I don't know." He reached over and squeezed my hand. "But she's going to get the best care possible."

"Just hurry. Please." I closed my eyes tightly as Puck sped up. We pulled up and I jumped out before the car was even stopped. I ran inside to the nurse's desk. "Was there a car accident victim just brought in?"

"Yes. They took her back to surgery." The nurse said.

"Is Dr. Lopez here?"

"Yes he is."

"Can you page him down here please?"

"What for?"

"He's my father. I need to see him."

"I'll see if he's available."

Puck walked in as I moved to the waiting area. He sat down and I paced the floor, biting at my nails. A few minutes later, my father walked in, looking worried.

"Santana?" He ran up. "What's wrong?"

I looked at him with tears threatening to spill over. "Brittany was in an accident. She was brought in a few minutes ago. I need to know she's ok. I need to see her."

He put a comforting hand on my shoulder. "I'll see what I can find out and how I can help."

"Don't let her die, daddy. Please don't let her die." I threw myself in his arms and sobbed into his chest.

"I'll do everything I can." He wrapped his arms around me tightly, kissing the top of my head. "I'm going to go check on her. Are you going to be ok?"

I nodded silently. He led me to a chair next to Puck before rushing off. Puck wrapped his arm around me. I calmed down a little, wiping my eyes. His phone rang and he answered it, speaking in whispers. I heard him say something about accident and hospital. I figured he was talking to Quinn. He put his phone back in his pocket. "Quinn is on her way. Is that ok?"

I nodded. "The more the merrier."

Quinn showed up a little while later. She gave me a hug and apologized. All I could do was smile softly. A couple hours later, my father walked back out. I jumped out of my chair and rushed to him.

"She's stable but still critical. She has a broken leg and broken arm. We're more worried about her head. The paramedics said she was knocked out when they arrived at the scene. We're assuming she hit her head on impact. We've taken her up to do some tests right now."

"When can I see her?"

"I'll come get you when she's in a room."

"Thank you." I hugged him again.

"Anything for you." He smiled softly. "I'm going to check on how things are going. I'll be back as soon as you can see her."

I walked back to the chairs as he left. "Did you hear what he said?"

"Yeah." Puck nodded. "It sounds like she's going to be ok though."

"I hope so."

"She will be." Puck rubbed my back.

"I hate to ask this but what about the other driver?" Quinn asked. "Do you know who it was? If anything happened to them?"

"I don't know." I shrugged. "They're lucky they aren't here though."

Puck hugged me. "She's ok, remember that."

"I know." I sighed. I dropped my head into my hands, fighting tears again.

It wasn't long before my father wandered out again. "Santana, you can see her now."

My father led me to Brittany's room. "Santana, if you need anything at all, let me know."

"Thank you for taking care of Britt." I smiled softly. "It really means a lot."

"It's the least I could do. I'm really sorry about everything. I hope we can work on our relationship. You're my daughter and I don't want to lose you."

"Thanks dad." I hugged him tightly.

"Before you see Brittany, you should know she's still unconscious. It might take a while for her to wake up."

"But she will wake up, right?"

"She should. We just aren't sure when."

I nodded and took a deep breath. I walked into Brittany's room, tears gathering in my eyes again. I pulled a chair up next to the bed. Brittany looked so helpless. Her face was covered in small scratches from the glass. Her left arm and leg in a cast. Various bruises all over. I put my hand on her arm. "Britt," I whispered, my voice cracking. "I'm here, babe. I'm here. I need you to wake up soon. I love you. I just really need you to wake up."