Hey hey hey :) I feel like I'm spoiling you all with this lol. I might slow down some because I'm working on a new story but we'll see what happens :) Some of you are really smart ;) I won't say who but you'll figure it out in this update :) I really hope you all like this. Reviews are always good :)

PS: The first set of italics is a dream. Everything after is a text message. Just wanted to clarify :)

I rested my head on the bed, closing my eyes briefly. My phone vibrated in my pocket. It was a message from Puck wanting to know Brittany's room. I responded and waited for him. He walked in with Quinn on his arm. His eyes tearing up slightly. I know he cares about Brittany almost as much as I do.

"How is she?" He asked, clearing his throat.

"She's still unconscious. They don't know when she'll wake up." My voice cracked again.

"Do you want me to stay?"

"That's up to you." I shrugged. "I'm not leaving though."

"We'll stay for a little bit."
"Thanks, Puck."

"You know I'm always here for you."

I mustered a small smile. I turned back toward the bed and bit my bottom lip. I brushed the hair from Brittany's face. It killed me to see her like this. But oddly enough, she looked so peaceful. I took her hand in mine, now fighting tears and sleep. My father came in to check on us. He told us we could stay. He had pulled some strings with the chief. He also brought us some food. I wasn't hungry but they made me eat. It was actually a good thing too because I was really hungry.

*3rd Person POV*

Santana rested her head on the bed, still holding Brittany's hand. She fought sleep hard but was exhausted. Sleep won rather quickly. Puck and Quinn also fell asleep, sitting in chairs along the back wall.

Santana smiled at her mother. They were having a girl's day, which Santana always loved. They just left a small diner after lunch. Santana was singing along to the song on the radio as they were stopped at a red light. A car was coming up behind them, not paying attention. They slammed into the back of the Lopez's car. The impact caused the car to jerk out into the middle of the intersection. Before anyone had any time to react, a truck smashed into the driver's side of the car. Santana was in pain. "Mom, are you ok?" The 15 year old looked over at her mother. The older woman was covered in blood and didn't look conscious. Santana fought against the seatbelt and started screaming. "Mom! Mami! Wake up, mami! Please, wake up! Mom!"

"Santana, wake up." Puck softly nudged his sleeping friend.

Santana jumped, sitting up. "What happened?"

"You were talking in your sleep. More like screaming. Are you ok?"

"It was a dream. You don't remember do you?"

Puck knelt down next to the girl. "Your mom?"

"I was with her." Santana's eyes filled with tears. She was sure she didn't have any left but here they were. "It was almost the same accident that killed my mom. What if she never wakes up, Puck? I can't lose her. I can't."

Puck's heart broke at the sight before him. He hadn't seen his best friend like this since her grandma passed away. He wrapped his arms around Santana and she cried into his shoulder. "She's going to wake up." He rubbed her back softly. "Britt is a fighter. She's not going anywhere."

Quinn felt tears stinging her own eyes. True, she didn't like Santana all that much but the poor girl is going through hell. She sat back, quietly letting tears fall as she watched the situation in front of her. She dug around in her purse, hearing her phone buzz. As she pulled it out, she saw it was a message from Rachel. Please come pick me up. I need you right now.

Quinn: Where are you?

Rachel: Cedars-Sinai

Quinn: I'll be there soon.

Quinn sighed, dropping her phone back in her purse. "Puck," she whispered, "I'm really sorry but I have to go take care of something real quick."

"Are you gonna come back?" Puck asked, turning his head toward the blonde.

"I can if you want me to."

"Go home and get some sleep. I'll text you in the morning."

"It already is morning." Quinn pointed to the window. The sun outside was rising.

"I'll call you later then."

"Ok." Quinn kissed him softly before leaving. She quickly made her way to Cedars, finding Rachel in the waiting room. "Rach, what happened?"

Rachel stood up and smiled softly. "I was just in a small accident. I'm ok though."

The wheels in Quinn's head started turning. "Accident? Where at? What happened?"

"It was around La Cienega. I wasn't paying attention and ran a stop sign. I hit another car."

"What happened to the other driver?"

"I don't know." Rachel shrugged. "She wasn't brought here."

"You know it was a she?"

"I could see her a little bit. And I overheard the paramedics. I'm sure whoever it was is ok. They were in a Range Rover, for heaven's sake. That doesn't compare to my little car."

Quinn quickly put the pieces together. She remembered Santana driving a Range Rover. But she wasn't sure where Brittany lived. "What were you doing out there anyway?"

"Just driving. I wanted to clear my head about some things."

"Have you talked to the cops?"

"They were here. They got my statement and were going to get the other driver's."

"Come on. Let's get you home."

As they walked out of the hospital, Quinn sent Puck a text. It was Rachel. The other driver was Rachel. Puck cursed under his breath as he read the message.

"What?" Santana asked, slowing her sobs.

"Nothing." Puck tried putting his phone away but Santana grabbed it.

*Santana's POV*

I read over the message three times. I looked at Puck. "Are you serious right now?"

"I'm sure Rachel didn't admit to it but Quinn asked the right questions and put the pieces together."

"I swear I'll kill that chick. She has taken this way too far. She could have killed Brittany."

"I know. But there has to be something else we can do. What if we call the cops?"

"She hasn't technically threatened us in any way. And we have no proof that she is stalking me." I got up and paced the floor again.

"But if you kill her, you'll go to prison."

"Who's going to prison?" My father asked, walking back in the room.

"No one." I sighed. "Just running through hypothetical situations."

"That involve prison?"

"We found out who the other driver was."

"And?"

"And this 'accident' was no accident. The other driver has been stalking me for like a month. She's stolen from me. She's followed me around. She even drugged me and tried taking advantage of me."

"Have you called the cops?"

"I don't have proof." I shook my head.

"Your uncle is a detective with the LAPD. I'll give him a call and see if there's anything we can do."

"Thanks." I smiled softly.

"You need to get some rest."

"I can't." I shook my head.

"Why not?"

"I'll have the dream again."

"What dream?"

"I fell asleep earlier and I had the dream where mom died. Do you remember that day?"

"I can't forget that day."

"Mom was crushed in the car. I was there when she died. Seeing my car, seeing Brittany this way, it brings back too many memories. When I sleep, I see it."

"You have to get some rest. You'll exhaust yourself."

"I'm not going to sleep until Brittany wakes up."

"Noah," my father turned to face Puck. "Will you make sure she takes care of herself?"

"Yes, sir." Puck nodded.

"I have to get to surgery. I'll come back when I get done."

"Thanks dad." I smiled softly. He gave me a quick hug before leaving. I leaned against the window, running my hand over my face. "She didn't deserve this, Puck."

"No one does," he said softly.

"Rachel does."

"You don't mean that."

"Like hell I don't. You see what she did?" I pointed at Brittany.

"You need to calm down."

"Oh my God." My face dropped and I smacked my forehead. "Britt's roommates. I completely forgot about them. I have to let them know what happened."

"Do you have any of their numbers?"

"No. They should be in Britt's phone. Can you find where they took my car and get our stuff? Her phone should be in there. She should have some clothes. And whatever else is mine or yours."

"Yeah, no problem."

"Am I supposed to call her parents?"

"I'd call the roommates first. They would know."

"Good idea."

"I'm gonna go ahead and see what I can do. Do you need anything while I'm gone?"

"I don't think so." I shook my head, unable to tear my eyes away from Brittany.

"Ok. I'll be back soon."

I nodded quietly as he left. I was numb. My feet took my back to the chair next to the bed. I sat back, still watching Brittany. It had been hours. Why wasn't she awake? I leaned forward in the chair again. "Britt, babe, I know you can hear me. Will you please wake up? I need to look in those beautiful blue eyes again. I need to hear you tell me you love me. I need you to wake up."