Ready, set, go

by sailormoon19

Brittany and Santana are in highschool now. Santana is keeping a big secret about her health from her family and her friends, the only person she lets in is Brittany. What happens if Brittany isn't enough anymore?

8. I'm sorry

Cray stuff happens in this chapter so enjoy.

Don't own glee.

please review:)

Maria screeched into the hospital parking lot, not bothering to correct her diagonal parking.

'Come on sweety, wake up, we are here.' Dr .Lopez said gently to his exhausted daughter. A sad smile spread over the dark haired girl's features. She was happy she would be finally getting a new heart but she just wished Brittany was there to hold her hand, she knew how much she hated hospitals and would surely calm her down.

Dr. Lopez opened his car door and addressed his panicked wife and mother. 'You two, go in and warn the nurse that we have arrived and will need immediate attention, i'll bring Santana in, go now.'

The two women hurried off through the main hospital doors. Dr. Lopez reached back into the backseat and placed his strong arms underneath his daughters legs and around her back and lifted her from the vehicle, closing the door behind them.

'Is Brittany coming?...' Santana breathed, her eyes struggling to stay open. Her father didn't answer his daughter's plea, instead he kept moving one foot in front of the other, training his eyes on the big clear doors before him.

'Sannnn, i want to go with you.' Brittany whined as she tugged on her girlfriend's hand.

'Britt, you have no idea how much i want you there but you know if my Dad see's you with me he will flip. I'll only be gone an hour or two tops ok?'

'But San you hate hospitals...I want to be there to make you feel safe.' The blonde confessed with pink cheeks. Santana pulled back and stopped her in the halls, bringing her back out of the rush of students to rest against unoccupied lockers.

'I know and i'm not gonna lie because i'm kinda freaking out right now, but i promise i'll get these stupid tests over and done with as quick as possible babe, and then you can make me feel as safe as you want.' The latina added with a wink.

'Brittany, Santana!'

Santana winced at the ear piercing pitch coming from the girl just metres behind them, she didn't need to turn to know who was making her ears want to close over.

'Fuck off hobbit' She flew over her shoulder. Brittany gave her a disapproving look which caused her to sigh and turn around to face the short brunette she despised.

'Well good morning to you too Santana' Rachel said sarcastically but still couldn't hide the excitement in her voice. 'Have you girls heard about Noah's party tonight? He told me to spread the word like herpes but i found that quite inappropriate so i am here by formally inviting you to Noah's party tonight at 8 sharp, dress casual, and i'm sure he will provide a wine cooler each for everyone and- '

'Please don't give me herpes, Lord Tubbington had that once and it took ages for it to go away.' Brittany said in concern.

'Don't worry Britt, Barbra here would have to have gotten some action to be able to give you herpes and by the look of those tights, i think you're pretty safe.' Santana smirked at her insult and Brittany sighed in relief.

'Do you ever get tired of thinking up new ways to insult people?' Rachel asked nervously, trying to still hold a strong exterior in front of the Latina but miserably failing.

'Do you ever get tired of painting your face orange and slapping on a green wig to head off to the chocolate factory in hopes that today will be the day Wonka will let you try an everlasting gobbstopper?' Santana said angrily and stepped closer towards the smaller girl. Brittany quickly shot out her arm and grabbed Santana's hand, pulling her in the opposite direction.

'Thanks Rach, we might see you there!' She yelled over her shoulder as she dragged a resistant Santana.

'The nerve of her, i was about to go all – '

'I know, i know, but San she was just trying to be nice and invite us to Pucks...I don't know why you have to be so mean to her.'

Santana scoffed 'Please she just wanted to invite you, i just happened to be there to witness her embarrassing proposal, argh now i'm replaying it in my head'.

'She invited both of us, do we want to go?' Brittany asked as they made it to the school exit. Santana stopped because she could see her mother's car parked just out of the school gates. She pulled Brittany behind a pillar before they were seen.

'Um...I dunno, i kinda just want to spend tonight with you...' Santana confessed with a blush. They had been spending almost every night together at Santana's, after lights out of course, but it was the best part of her day to curl up with Brittany and just talk about how their day was even though they would spend their entire day together, they still managed to find new stories to tell, or reminisce about old ones. Brittany cupped Santana's cheek and lifted her gaze up to meet blue eyes.

'..OK' Brittany breathed.

'Ok?' Santana questioned. She instantly felt guilty, she thought the blonde would protest and pout until she agreed to go but now she wasn't even trying to fight anymore. 'But you love dancing and parties'

'But i love you more.' Brittany smiled, placing a soft kiss on Santana's furrowed brow. 'Now go on, your mom's waiting for you, i'll see you tonight.'

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Santana stepped into her father's office after finally finishing the last test for the day.

'You asked to see me?' Santana said with an annoyed tone as she plonked down in the chair in front of his desk. She noticed the desk was placed higher than a normal one would and couldn't help but scoff at her father's attempt to intimidate anyone who had to come in to see him.

'Santana, i wanted to talk to you.' He said drawing his attention back from the computer screen to his left and setting his eyes back on his daughter.

'Yeah well i gathered that much.'

'I am at work Santana, this is going to be a serious and professional conversation and i would appreciate it if you could act like a mature adult.' He frowned towards her.

'When are our conversations anything but serious?' Santana fired back. Dr. Lopez chose to ignore his daughter's attitude and continue with why he called her in.

'I wanted to talk to you about managing your condition until we have a donor for you.'

'I have been managing.'

'Yeah well your little breathing techniques aren't going to hold up anymore Santana.' He stated sternly and Santana felt anger start to boil within her. 'Number 1, no more cheerio's or strenuous exercise.'

'One step ahead of ya dad, not on the cheerio's anymore' Santana scoffed. She hated being told what to do, especially by her father who never took an interest in her life anyway until she was practically dying.

'Good girl...Santana i feel you are old enough to know that...the next few months, waiting for a heart...It's going to be rough.' He stated uneasily, watching the girl for any signs of a breakdown.

'Rough?' Santana asked curiously. He took a deep breath before continuing.

'Your body is going to start to decline, your heart is no longer working to it's best ability and therefore your organs and your limbs are getting less blood supply. Over time you will begin to feel weak, you will find that things which were simple before start to become more...Difficult...I don't want to scare you but i felt you need to be prepared for what is – '

'What's number two?' Santana asked quickly with a steady and stern voice. Dr. Lopez almost laughed at how similar his daughter was to himself, but he settled for a cracked smile that could barely be seen by anyone else but the few people who had seen it before.

'Number two, you will transfer back into calculus, i've already spoken to the student co-ordinator and you start in Miss Aldren's class on Monday.' Santana expected it so she didn't say anything, she didn't even nod, but her father knew she was accepting this information.

'Is that all?' she didn't break character as she stood from her chair in preparation to leave, she just wanted to get out of that damn office.

'One last thing, sit down.' Santana huffed and lazily slumped back into the chair. Dr. Lopez took a second to sit forward and rest his elbows on the desk in front of him so his face was closer to his daughters. 'You are to stay away from that girl. I mean it.'

Santana flicked her eyes up quickly to be met with a hardened and serious expression. That girl? That girl? How dare he talk about Brittany like she was just some girl that didn't mean anything.

'Her name is Brittany.' Santana stated between gritted teeth. 'and i wouldn't stay away from her if you locked me up in a basement a million miles away, i'd find a way to be with her, so save your breath because it's not worth it.'

'Santana – '

'No! I am not going to sit here and listen to you try and convince me not to be with her, i'm out of cheerio's and i'm going to do your stupid math class now this meeting is over!' she scraped the chair back as she stood abruptly and stormed out of her father's office, slamming the door behind her and ignoring the questioning looks from the surrounding nurses.

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'How did the tests go dear?' Maria asked after finishing a silent dinner. Santana wiped her mouth with a napkin before answering.

'Fine' she lied. She could feel her mothers eyes piercing into her temple.

'Did your father talk to you about Brittany?' She asked matter-of-factly as she moved to clear the table of plates. Santana eyed her mother in disbelief.

'Are you serious? You're in on this too!' she yelled and stepped up from her chair.

'Do not raise your voice at me young lady, and for the record yes i agree with your father, perhaps it's a good idea to just focus on yourself for a while until you're all better.'

'Why is everyone acting like Brittany is some toxic person! If i was with Puck would i have to break up with him?' Santana challenged, half –expecting the answer. Maria turned her gaze to the plates she was collecting and headed to the kitchen.

'Puck is a nice boy..' Maria said softly but sternly over her shoulder.

Santana felt the anger in her stomach boil up again, she couldn't believe this was happening. Why couldn't people see Brittany the way she did, as the person who had been saving her life since they were eight years old? The girl she was so desperately in love with.

Santana raced up the stairs to her room and slammed her bedroom door shut behind her to prove her point to her mother. She was furiously pacing back and forth around her room creating arguments inside her head of all the things she should have said to her parents. She went to reach for her laptop to chat with Brittany when she saw that a calculus text book had been placed on her desk. The anger managed to reach the surface and she picked up the book and threw it at her door. It landed with a loud thump and she was sure her mother was going to be marching up the stairs in no time to scold her. As she listened for the sound of footsteps she suddenly heard the front door open and shut and her mother greeting her father. Santana moved to press her ear against her bedroom door and she could faintly here her parents arguing.

'Jesus Christ Maria i'm doing everything i can!'

'Well try harder, I can't lose my only daughter!'

'I've called every bloody doctor i've ever met at every damn conference i've ever been to, there's no way around it!...we just have to wait!'

Santana couldn't take all the yelling anymore, she needed out of this house!

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Brittany was waiting for a text from Santana to say for her to come over when her bedroom door slowly crept open. She was about to curse her mom for not knocking before she was graced with Santana's chocolate brown eyes smiling at her.

'San!' she said excitedly as she raced over to engulf her girlfriend in a bear hug. 'I thought i was coming to your's? How did you get out? Do your parents know your here? I'm so happy to see you!'

Santana giggled at the blonde and felt like a giant weight had been lifted off her shoulders. Brittany always made her feel better. 'Let's go to Pucks' She said into Brittany's neck before placing a light kiss on her skin.

Brittany pulled back with a grin. 'But i thought – '

'I just want to have some fun Britt, today's been...Kinda rough' Santana breathed as she took the blondes hands in her own.

'Are you ok? Were the tests alright? Did they probe you?' Brittany asked seriously.

'No babe nothing like that, i just really need a drink ok, so come on lets go i wants to get my mack on with my girl.'

Brittany giggled and jumped up and down with excitement, swinging their hands through the air.

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'Brittany! Santana! You came!'

Santana rolled her eyes as a very intoxicated Rachel Berry jumped into her arms and soiled her with the smell of vodka. Santana pushed the small girl away from her and headed towards Mercedes who was mixing drinks behind the portable bar Puck usually kept in his dad's shed. She left Brittany to chat with the hobbit.

'Hey wheezy, make me something strong would ya.' Santana smirked with her best bitchy tone and ignored the eye roll she got from Mercedes.

'Didn't think i would be seeing you out and about so soon girl.' Mercedes said as she slid over a glass filled with a dark brown liquid. Santana eyed it suspiciously.

'Yeah well it wouldn't be much of a party without me would it?' she smirked. 'What's in this?'

'Little bit of everything' Mercedes shrugged. Santana gave off a light chuckle and brought the drink to her lips. She was desperate to taste the sweet alcohol and forget about the days stressful events.

'San what are you doing?' suddenly the drink was being taken from her grasp and she had half of it spilt down her front.

'What the hell Britt?' she said as she wiped down her top, which was luckily black so no one could see the stain. She tried to reach for the drink again but Brittany quickly tipped it up to her mouth and chugged the rest of it, almost gagging in disgust as she brought the empty glass down.

'That's disgusting' she winced and Mercedes chuckled.

'Britt that was mine'

'You shouldn't be drinking, it's not good for you.' Brittany said with a worried expression. All Santana wanted was to just forget about the day, have her worries taken away with the help of a few drinks, why was Brittany being so difficult? Just a few drinks wouldn't hurt.

'Britt you have got to be kidding me?'

'I won't let you drink tonight.' The blonde stated firmly and shot a disapproving glare at Mercedes.

'You're not my mother!' Santana yelled in frustration and turned on her heels so she didn't have to face sad blue eyes. She was sick of being told what to do, she didn't need it from Brittany too.

She pushed past Artie and Tina on the dance floor and coasted past a depressed looking Kurt on the couch listening to Rachel ramble on about something before she found Puck coming in from outside.

'Hey' she said. Santana and Puck had been back on better terms lately, he had accepted the whole 'being in love with brittany' thing and they had actually been getting along.

'Hey Lopez' he sighed.

'What's wrong with you? You look like someone just took away your porno stash.' She said as she noticed his arched back and shattered expression, he was usually so cocky.

'Ah Quinn's just been on my back alot lately, and not in the good way, she's really stressing about this baby thing.' He sighed again rubbing the back of his neck and Santana just nodded trying to understand his situation. 'Anyway what's up with you, you look like you need a drink?'

'You read my mind, but Brittany's practically guarding the bar so i can't get any drinks.' She huffed.

'No barrier my friend, i always have stashes.' Puck winked and walked Santana down the hall.

'Why are we going to your bedroom? Hell no puck that is not happening!' Santana yelled and attempted to run past him.

'Relax Lopez, i know you're not into that anymore, but you know i always keep a bottle of scotch under my bed.'

Santana flinched at the memory of kissing his scotch soaked lips, they were in such contrast to Brittany's sweet strawberry kisses.

'Yeah i remember... well i can find it myself, i don't think it's a good idea us being alone in your room, i don't want Britt getting the wrong idea.'

'Alright, alright, one woman girl now, i get it.' Puck said throwing his hands in the air and walking back towards the party. Santana instantly felt more comfortable once he was gone, and soon found her focus back on getting some f that sweet alcohol inside of her. She walked into Pucks room and was immediately engulfed in his sick scent that took her weeks to get used to. It smelt like booze and sex in there and she couldn't bring herself to look at the bed where she had shamed herself for so many nights, thinking of Brittany while he touched her. She shivered at the thought and quickly dug around for the bottle of scotch. Once she reached it she unscrewed the bottle while sitting on the ground and took a sip which burnt her throat.

Suddenly the door flung open and Brittany raced to her side. Just her luck.

'San! What are you doing?' Brittany tried desperately to get the drink from her hands but her grip was too strong. 'Let go!'

'No, just let me have some!' Santana yelled back as she played tug-a-war. Brittany yanked hard and the bottle slipped from the Latina's grip. Santana groaned in frustration. 'I'm sick of everyone telling me what i should and shouldn't be doing!' she screamed and reached for the bottle again. Brittany snapped the bottle away and threw it fast against the back wall. The bottle smashed on impact and all the sounds in the room suddenly became very quiet. Brittany's eyes were popping out of her head at what she had done and Santana's chest was heaving in shock. Brittany's gaze slowly faltered until her eyes rested on the floor.

'...I d-don't want you to die...' Brittany breathed quietly. Santana let out a sigh as she saw tears clouding her favourite blue eyes. She internally punched herself for doing this to Brittany.

'Britt, i'm not going to - '

'I need you to stop trying to protect me from the truth and talk to me about this, i can see that you're scared and you're scaring me too San!...I'm scared.'

Santana could feel her own eyes filling with tears at the sight of the broken girl in front of her who had clearly been dealing with more than she ever thought. She took Brittany's hands and sat her down on the floor, she didn't want Brittany sitting on Pucks bed, it was bad enough having her in the same room.

Santana continued to edge closer to Brittany until their foreheads were touching. She had regretted having this conversation. She wanted to live in a peaceful and happy world with Brittany forever, but reality was finally catching up to her. She took a deep breath in before she started.

'...I am scared.' Santana confessed. She could almost feel Brittany stripping down the last of her barriers as all the emotions she was trying to hold so tightly to her chest over the last few weeks came tumbling out of her at a rapid speed. That last barrier was holding it all in and now the flood gates had opened. She buried her face into Brittany's comforting shoulder and let the fresh tears flow freely from her tired eyes. She didn't want Brittany to have to feel anything that she was feeling, she didn't want her to worry, or hurt, or feel any pain at all. Santana knew it was never wise to keep anything from the blonde, and further more there was no point since Brittany could read her like a book. She just didn't want to have the inevitable conversation which had been boiling to the surface, what would happen if she died?

'Please let me in San' Brittany was so gentle in the way she spoke it was impossible to believe she had just smashed a bottle against the wall in anger. Santana felt loving fingers brush through her hair and warm lips touch softly to her forehead. She sniffed a sob before she began to speak. She had to do it now, Brittany deserved to know everything that went on inside her head. She took in one last shaky breath.

'I just...' Santana started before she felt another wave of tears spill from her eyes.

'Shhh it's ok babe, let it out, i'm here' Brittany encouraged and began rubbing slowly down Santana's arm as she pressed another kiss to her forehead.

'I just...I just keep thinking of everything i will m-miss out on if this all goes to shit, you k-know?'

Brittany stayed silent. She didn't want to interrupt one word Santana said so she wouldn't miss anything or discourage her from saying what she felt. Brittany just continued giving soft loving touches and kisses to balance every sob or shaky breath escaping Santana's lips.

'Before i found out about my...condition, i had all these, well...dreams, i guess. I imagined my life going a certain way and to think that it might never happen now...' Santana lets out another sob and Brittany gently places a kiss on the tip of her nose. 'I mean, i had it all planned out...We would graduate right, and we w-would pack up all our shit, squash it into the back of my car and leave this death trap of a town.'

When a few minutes went by and Brittany felt as though Santana wasn't going to continue she finally spoke up, but it was barely above a whisper.

'Where would we go San?'

A small smile spread through the tears enveloping Santana's lips and she held her eyes shut and visioned her hopeful future.

'New York. I know Dorothy always drones on about it and i roll my eyes, but she does seem to know a lot about the city and i...I do take note of what she says sometimes.' Brittany tries to hide her growing smile by turning her head so it rests in the crook of Santana's neck. 'Anyway i know it's supposed to be where dreams come true, and i thought that maybe it could make mine come true...I want to be a singer Britt, like a proper singer, be famous and have fans and tour the world!' Brittany lifts her head back up to see the glow in the Latina's eyes and can't fight the grin that spreads over her face.

'Well i hope you have room on that tour bus for me? Someone's got to keep those fan girls at arm length away, because if i was them and i got my hands on you, i'd never let you go.'

'Britt it wouldn't matter how many concerts i did or how many countries i visited i would never find someone as perfect as you, those girls wouldn't stand a chance.' Santana stated proudly and leaned in to kiss Brittany's blushing cheek. 'Plus not only would i demand you and i have our own personal bus so we could get it on whenever we wanted' she winked 'but you would also be right next to me on stage'

'What? I'm protective of you Santana, and seriously if any of those girls tried to grab you i might have to take a leap out of your book and go all lima heights' Brittany said shaking her head in confusion, and Santana just smiled at the image in her head of Brittany tackling girls to the ground in the mosh pit. 'but i don't think standing on stage with you and staring them down would be very good for your appearance.'

'Relax babe' Santana giggled. 'I meant that you would be one of the dancers, well the head dancer actually, and you would choreograph all the routines and dance around me for hours looking all hot and sweaty and then maybe after if i do a good job on stage you could put on your own little private show for me backstage' Santana seduced with lustful eyes. Brittany let out a playful giggle and started pressing passionate kisses down Santana's neck, releasing a moan from the Latina's lips.

'mmm i'm liking future us, keep going.' Brittany hummed against her neck.

'Well when the tour finishes and we have had sex in every country' Brittany laughs at her girlfriend's deliciously dirty mind that she never wanted to change. 'we would go back to our cute little home in New York and-'

'Oh, oh can we have a white picket fence?' Brittany chimed in excitedly. Santana giggled out a response.

'Of course, anything you want babe, we can live in a gingerbread house for all i care as long as you're with me. Lord. T would greet us at the door when we get home because we told the landlord to shove it when he said no pets allowed. We would cozy up in front of our fire place during the winter and watch the snow fall outside our window, and then...' Santana looked down shyly at the ground and intertwined their fingers 'Um you know later we might..Uh like...Get married and have kids...I mean only if you wanted-'

Santana words were cut off with Brittany's lips pressed firmly against hers. 'I love you Santana Lopez.' She said proudly when they broke from the kiss. Santana was beaming from ear to ear and for a moment she was genuinely happy, but all too suddenly her mind caught back up with her and shocked her back to reality.

'...I love you too...But, i guess all that...It may never happen, it's just a dream anyway. I'm never going to graduate, or get out of this town, or get a recording contract and become a professional singer, or live happily ever after. It ends for me Britt, this is the end of the line.' Santana feels dry tears get washed away by fresh ones as they once again pour down her cheeks. Brittany wraps her arms tightly around Santana and pulls her as tight as possible as her own tears fall, she shakes her head to try and keep her mind clear so she can be the strength Santana needs in this moment.

'You're not going anywhere San, and you're going to get everything you ever dreamed of, that's a promise.' Brittany said firmly aloud, but she was mainly making a mission to herself in her mind to do whatever it takes to make those things come true.

'T-Thankyou' Santana sobbed.

Brittany knew what she had to do, she had been reading up more and more about heart conditions and heart transplants and she was now informed of the danger Santana was in. She knew Santana didn't have a very good shot from the little progress which had been made, but most of all, she knew what she needed.

'a heart..' Brittany whispered to herself so softly that Santana didn't hear.

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Brittany's legs were shaking as they slowly edged their way towards their destination. She barely noticed the nurses passing her and giving her polite smiles. Finally she was standing outside the office she had been in many times before, Dr. Lopez had been her doctor ever since she was little and broke her arm on the monkey bars.

Knock knock knock... even her hands were shaking.

'Come in' she heard announce. Brittany hesitantly opened the office door. She coughed awkwardly waiting for the man to acknowledge her presence. 'Brittany?' he said through the tip of his glasses and gestured for her to take a seat. Brittany immediately took up the offer, greatful that she didn't have to worry about her knee's buckling from beneath her if she was sitting down.

She waited for him to continue but then quickly realised it was her that had intruded on him and he was staring expectantly.

'Dr. Lopez – ' she was cut off immediately.

'What is it this time Brittany? Are you going to try and convince me that Santana's heart condition isn't anything to worry about, that you two can handle it on your own for what? 6 months, 3 months, before you slip up and her heart gets pushed over the edge? Are you here to tell me how to do my job? Or are you simply here to give up, throw in the towel because its all suddenly so real that you can't possibly carry the burden that my daughter might very well die and if it wasn't for your so called 'helping' her...her condition could have been corrected and she wouldn't be in this position at all. Hmm?'

Brittany sat in shock as she stared deep into his dark eyes, those eyes were nothing like Santana's, hers were warm and loving, but his...well if looks could kill.

'I-I, um...No none of those reasons actually..' she stammered.

'Then why are you in my office without an appointment, you're wasting my time, i have a heart to find, i think you've done enough.'

'That's why i'm here...I want to help.' Brittany played with her hands nervously in her lap but tried to stay in control with her eyes, she knew the man tried to dominate with his glare.

'and how can you help exactly? Are you a doctor?' he asked sarcastically. Brittany wondered if he was asking a serious question or not.

'No but i have a heart, and Santana needs one, so...'

'Jesus Brittany i knew you were stupid but this is just beyond, hearts don't just grow back if you take it out.' Brittany could sense his anger reaching higher levels, but she was insistent to say what she came to say.

'I know, but San needs it, and i want her to have mine.'

'Brittany –'

'Just hear me out ok, please?' he reluctantly nodded and took the bridge of his nose between his fingers in frustration.

'If she were to die...' Brittany instantly felt a lump catch in her throat and it took all she had to push it back down, she couldn't cry in front of Dr. Lopez, she had to be strong for San. 'I would...I would have nothing...She is everything to me, and without her i would be even more lost than i get now in the crowds of students at mckinley. I wouldn't be able to live without her beside me, protecting me and loving me...Santana, she's smart, she's beautiful, she's talented, she has everything going for her and i want her to fulfil all her dreams.' Lopez urged her on when he looked back up at her from his glasses and retracted his hand from his face. 'My only dream was fulfilled the day i met her, i fell in love. If i don't have her, i'm done anyway, there's nothing else i want in this life but her.' Brittany had to stop as tears were choking her words. She cursed herself for letting go what she was trying so hard to keep locked in.

'Brittany what are you suggesting?' his eyes were no longer angry but confused and somewhat shocked.

'I think you already know...' she said wiping away the last of the tears and sitting up straighter to compose herself.

'I would do anything for my daughter, but i am a professional, i will not do what you are asking.'

'Where do we start?'

Lopez sat back into his chair in shock of the girl's stubbornness, it reminded him of his daughter.

'Did you hear what i just said?'

'I heard, but i'm doing this with or without your help and since i'm so 'stupid', i suggest you help me..Wouldn't want to waste two lives.' Brittany felt her confidence grow with every eye flicker he gave away, she could do this.

'Brittany what you're suggesting, it's not as simple as you just giving your heart, there are tests that need to be conducted and the results have to match perfectly and be compatible with Santana – '

'Ok well then let's get started.'

'This – i shouldn't –'

'Like i said' Brittany said leaning forward in her chair and keeping eye contact. 'i'm doing this with or without your help. Do you love your daughter?' of course she knew the answer, her father had once told her to never ask a question unless you already know the answer, but when she told Santana she said to never stop asking questions you don't know the answer to, because that's how you learn.

'...Yes, more than anything.' He looked broken now, his shoulders were slumped and his head hung low, eyes drained of any anger they previously held. Brittany couldn't think of a time she had ever seen him like this.

'Then you will help me save her.'

There was a long silence. Fifteen, twenty minutes went by with no words spoken. The phone on his desk rang several times but he would quickly divert the call onwards. Brittany kept her eyes trained on his every movement, she wanted to leave and get out of the hospital and from his glare but she wouldn't leave until she got her answer.

'I'm not a murderer...' it was so soft Brittany could barely hear it but it still managed to startle her.

'I'm not asking you to kill anyone, i'm asking you to save someone, your daughter.'

He took his head in his hands and sifted through the small amount of hair he had left. 'Do you understand that you would die...You'll be dead, my daughter will not be where you're going.' Brittany noted the way he spoke, and she knew he was caving.

'Just knowing she will be able to grow old will be good enough for me, plus i could totally be a ghost and follow her around for the rest of her life and protect her until she joins me again in heaven.' She said happily. It wasn't until she saw silent tears falling from ' eyes that her smile fell back down. 'Please help me do this.' She pleaded.

'...Okay...' it was even softer than before and the only reason brittany heard it was because he nodded shakily at the same time, head still in his hands. ' i'll – i'll make an appointment for a blood and tissue test, are you f-free tomorrow?'

Brittany nodded excitedly.

'and if memory s-serves me correctly you are a couple of years older than my daughter, yes?' Brittany nods again. 'When are you eighteen Brittany?'

The blonde takes a second to count the days in her head and then resorts to counting them out on her fingers. 'Four...Five days!' this time sadly nods as all his reasons not to go through with this are ruled out. Brittany takes his nod of approval and silence as a chance to exit the room. She turns swiftly on the balls of her feet in triumph and makes her way to the door.

'Brittany?' she heard and turned to see the crouched and broken man looking pleadingly up at her. 'I'm sorry...'

Don't hate meeee. will she go through with it? or will Santana find out her plan?

still many chapters to go so don't think that anything is set in stone.

tell me your thoughts:)