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'Britt don't you think we should get off the road?' Santana enquired. There was something about the road which made her feel a little queasy, even though she knew she was safe because Brittany was with her.

'Hmm no we have to stay on the road…but we can walk further up?' Little Brittany suggested. Santana looked up the road where Brittany had pointed, it looked exactly the same as the road behind her. The road seemed to go on for days, weaving through the tall mountains of daisy's and disappearing into the sunset.

Santana was hesitant, but when she looked back to the little girl next to her she knew she didn't stand a chance at arguing against that toothy grin. Santana rolled her eyes with a giggle and held out her hand.

'Come on Britt.' She smiled. Brittany took her hand quickly, making sure to carry her little clock in her other hand, and they both began walking down the never ending road. Santana thought it would feel odd to have such a little hand in her own but strangely it felt just as warm as the slightly bigger ones which would usually wrap around her hand.

They walked in silence, both marvelling at the colourful butterflies which flew past their face from time to time and the herd of unicorns to their right which were prancing around like wild horses through the fields of flowers.

'They're playing chasey.'

Santana turned and quirked an eyebrow down at the small blonde. 'What?'

Brittany giggled cutely and pointed towards the unicorns which appeared to be chasing after each other. 'They're playing chasey, I taught them how.' Santana smiled proudly down at the little girl clasping her hand and smiling up at her. 'Just like we used to play San.'

Santana stopped walking and tugged for the girl to fall back with her. Brittany stopped and tilted her head in question. 'You remember that?' Santana asked quietly.

Brittany scrunched up her nose and let out a little giggle. 'Of course San!' Brittany rolled her eyes. 'Now come on, we're almost there.' Brittany tugged on her hand. Almost there?

'Where are we going Britt?' Santana asked. She felt like she should be anxious with all this, but for some reason she felt rather calm in the company of her 10 year old friend. Before Brittany could answer Santana spotted a sign a few metres in from of her, well rather an arrow than a sign, but on it was printed NEW YORK, and it pointed in the direction they were heading. Santana was confused. New York? Why would we be going to New York?

'What's in New York Britt?' she asked.

'Me.' Brittany answered simply. 'Now come onnnn..' Brittany tugged her along again like she was in a hurry. 'I'm waiting for you.'

A soft hand brushing slowly along the ridge of her eyebrows brought Santana from her dreams. The fingertips felt familiar and warm, almost like a mother's touch, it felt safe. Was she still dreaming? Was Brittany still clasping her hand and pulling her along an abandoned road while unicorns played around them. Somewhere in her mind Santana knew she was out of her dream state, mostly because the warmth and security was gone, only to be replaced with that familiar feeling of being utterly and completely lost. But there was still something around her, something that felt like home. Almost like Brittany wasn't that far away anymore…

She remembered the hand brushing along her forehead. Even though she could barely open her eyes It felt soft and familiar…safe.

'Are you here?' Santana croaked quietly. Her throat was a little rough from sleep. She could barely open her eyes she was so tired but the overwhelming sense of smelling and dreaming and feeling Brittany was clouding her mind and she had to try and talk to her. 'Britt, are you here?'

The hand on her cheek slowly drifted from her skin and began dragging lovingly through her raven locks. 'Santana sweetheart, it's me.'

That wasn't Brittany's voice. It still held the same warmth as Brittany's tone but it didn't send fire through Santana's body and ignite happiness into every cell of her body. It couldn't be her Brittany. Santana closed her eyes tighter in hopes to retract her body from another person who couldn't make her feel what she needed to feel. Love.

'Santana…' there was that voice again. Santana didn't want to open her eyes. She wanted to go back to sleep, back to her dreams where Brittany was still smiling and talking like nothing had happened, like everything was ok, where she was still alive. 'Wake up sweetheart.'

'I d-don't want to.' Santana sobbed through closed eyes. She let the tears run freely from her tired eyes. The woman moved her hand from her hair and captured the falling tears from the young Latina, a second later, soft lips were pressed to her forehead and the gesture felt so familiar that Santana opened her eyes. Sharon Pierce was staring sadly down upon her.

'Breakfast is almost ready Santana, chocolate chip pancakes.' Sharon smiled. Had she slept here all night? She should have felt embarrassed, but she didn't.

'Brittany's favourite…' Santana stated absent mindedly. She had lived so long with her parents trying not to bring up any mention of the blonde that it felt so good to finally be comfortable in talking about it.

'Yes dear around here we celebrate her life every day in any way we can. Now come on I can't have you fading away on me.'

Santana shook her head violently. She didn't deserve this. Why was Sharon being so nice to her? Like nothing was wrong? She killed her daughter for fucks sake! Her only daughter!

Santana felt the tears welling up in her eyes again. 'I-I'm so sorry.' She sobbed and Sharon brought her hand back to run through Santana's long hair.

'Sssh darling you have absolutely nothing to be sorry about, everything's going to be ok'

Santana squeezed her eyes shut again and curled herself further into Brittany's blankets. She needed to feel safe again. She needed to feel Brittany. 'Because of me your daughter is dead.'

'Oh sweety.' Sharon shuffled further onto the bed until she could pull Santana's body into her lap. Santana tried to fight the loving gesture she didn't deserve but Sharon was not going to let her go no matter how hard she fought. Eventually she let Sharon hold her and rock her gently while she cried into her neck. 'Because of you my daughter got to live sweetheart.'

Santana shook her head. She didn't deserve this. 'Y-you lost your daughter, how is that ok?'

'Yes i lost my daughter. But as far as i'm concerned i still have my other daughter to look after and don't think that i'm going to let you get away from me, i expect to see you here at least once a week for hot chocolate and cookies, you've always known the best gossip around town and a woman like me needs to keep up with these things.' Santana felt a small smile creep onto her lips. She didn't deserve this, she didn't deserve any of it, but it felt good to feel at home again. Like maybe everything will work out one day, and maybe eventually it won't hurt so much.

Santana sighed and gripped Brittany's blanket tighter. It brought back memories of all the times she used to hold onto this blanket at night when they were young because she was so desperate to feel Brittany's skin that she needed something to hold onto. Now she was right back to where she started.

'Everything reminds me of her.' She cried into Sharon's shoulder.

'let it remind you, let her memories make you smile again, she always wanted to make you smile.'

Santana sniffled. 'shouldn't you hate me right now?'

'Santana,' Sharon sighed. 'Since she was a baby we always knew Brittany was special, she had something that her father and i are still to this day flabbergasted as to where it came from, but that something...it somehow made her a better person then the rest of us. She saw people not by what they looked like or how they acted but for what they held inside, and Santana my little girl was enchanted by you from the first day she met you. She saw all the good in you, she's always seen it, and that is why I could never hate you sweetheart.'

Santana felt more tears spilling from her eyes but they were different tears now, not exactly happy but, different, less sad at least. She felt like a small candle had been lit in her heart, slowly starting to warm her aching body.

'Plus she pretty much demanded in her letter to take care of you.' Sharon chuckled. 'Like we would do anything else.'

Santana felt her eyes spring open, the tears flowing momentarily stopped in shock. Letter? They got a letter?

'W-what? You got a uh…a letter? From…' Santana trailed off. She looked up to Sharon to see her with just as wide eyes and her mouth hanging slightly open.

'Uh…Sorry sweety, I forgot for a second that –'

'No, it's okay, I mean I get it…but um.' She pulled her bottom lip into her mouth, debating whether to ask or not. Eventually curiosity got the best of her. '…What did it say?' she whispered. Sharon was silent for a moment and Santana instantly felt guilty. 'No wait, you don't have to answer that, it's none of my business, that's private. I'm sorry.'

She felt Sharons arms tighten further around her body. 'I'm sure she would have left something for you sweety if she could have.' Sharon whispered into her ear before placing a soft kiss to her forehead.

Santana knew that. Brittany was always thinking about her, she wouldn't have left without saying something….Santana just thought it would be a little more than a text message.

'Now I better go check on those pancakes before that husband of mine eats them all, come down when you're ready dear.'

Santana nodded and sent Sharon a warm smile as she left her alone in Brittany's room. She was so damn thankful for Brittany's mom, and her dad. They were both like the perfect parents. Always putting the people they love before themselves. Brittany had to get it from somewhere though right…

Brittany.

There she was again, that beautiful cute blonde poking into her thoughts, demanding her attention and getting it above any other thought in her brain, easily.

Santana sighed. Why hadn't she gotten a letter from Brittany?...

Ugh, stop being so selfish!

Santana scoffed at herself and quickly jumped up from the bed, she smoothed out the creases she made on her side of the bed and straightened up the pillows, just like Brittany did every morning. Santana looked down at her clothes and made a mental note to go home and change after breakfast before she had to go to school. She would have been concerned that her parents hadn't called her yet to see where she was, but then she remembered she threw her phone into her closet ages ago, never to be seen since. Plus, the Pierces had probably called to let them know where their daughter was. They probably hadn't even realised she was missing.

Santana's scowl turned into a small smile when she smelt the aroma of pancakes wafting up the stairs from the kitchen. Mmm smelled so good. Mr. Pierce always gave her extra choc chips in her's and Brittany's too.

With a smile on her face Santana raced towards the door only to jump back in a fright again when a lump of fur hissed at her from the under the bed. 'Shit!' Santana cursed as she tumbled back into Brittany's desk. Lord Tubbington waddled from under the bed and hissed once more before walking from the room.

'Damn cat.' Santana mumbled before bending down to pick up the rubbish which scattered on the floor when she accidently knocked over Brittany's bin. There were several pieces of scrunched up paper from Brittany's yellow notepad which she kept on her desk. She didn't really know why, maybe it was the thought of just reading something that had come from Brittany's beautiful mind again, but Santana found herself opening up one of the clusters of paper. Santana took a glance back to the door just to make sure no one was coming up the stairs, for some reason she felt nervous and excited all at the same time.

She quickly unwrapped the first piece of paper and scanned the words written on it.

Dear Santana

Dear Santana?! That's it?! Santana turned the paper over quickly in her fumbling hands to see if anything was written on the back. Nothing.

She tried to write. She tried to write her a letter.

That little candle in her heart started to burn that little bit brighter at the thought, the thought of Brittany sitting at her desk, probably in her cute little pajama's and desperately trying to find words to say to her.

Santana quickly picked up the next piece of paper and unscrunched it.

I love you

Santana felt those damn tears coming back again. 'I love you too Britt.' She whispered. She reached for the next piece.

I'm so sorry

Santana noticed that particular piece of paper had been torn roughly from the writing pad. She must have been getting frustrated with herself. She could imagine the pout now…

There was one more piece of paper. Santana held her breath.

You're always protecting me, now it's my turn.

'Jesus.' Santana breathed and dropped the paper to the floor. Her head instantly slumped into her awaiting hands. 'Why Britt?...you didn't have to do this…'

'Santana?'

Santana pulled her head from her hands and looked towards the door to see Mrs. Pierce staring sadly down at her.

'Breakfast is getting cold sweety.'

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Ring ring…ring ring…ring –

'Hello, James Pierce speaking?'

'James? It's Carlos Lopez.' replied. He waited patiently for the man on the other end to release his anger.

'Carlos? Didn't think I would be hearing from you again, you know after you killed our daughter and all, and then skipped town with no explanation.' James spat. 'If you're looking for Santana she just left.'

'Uh, no I'm not looking for Santana.' Dr. Lopez heard the other man scoff into the phone. 'Actually I was calling about Brittany. There's something you and Sharon need to know. Something I should have told you long ago…'

'Look Carlos, if it's about how she died you can spare me the details because that is the last thing my wife and I need to be thinking about when –'

'She's alive.' Lopez interrupted. There was a long pause. So long Lopez wasn't quite sure if Mr. Pierce was still on the line or not.

'….What?' James whispered.

'She's alive.' He confirmed.

'This better not be some sort of sick joke that you-'

'It's not.'

Dr. Lopez waited patiently with the phone to his ear as he heard the gentle sobs of the father on the other end of the line.

'She's alive?' James whispered through his tears.

'Barely.' Lopez answered. It was about time he started telling this man the truth and stop causing their family so much hurt and pain. It Brittany had taught him anything. She taught him how to be a better person, and put others before himself. 'But yes, her heart is still beating.'

'H-her heart? I don't understand…'

'James, Brittany is in a coma, she was hit by an ambulance on the night Santana received a heart. Her condition was so serious they transported her directly to the New York Presbyterian Hospital, where she is now. They contacted me a few days after the accident –'

'Dear god.' James breathed.

'I've come up to New York several times in the last few months, and I am pleased to tell you that her condition is much more stable than on my first visit. However…'

'However?'

Dr. Lopez took a deep breath. 'However, although she is stable, there's still no telling when she will wake up…or if she will wake up.'

'B-but she's alive?!' James all but yelled joyfully into the phone. Lopez had to spring his phone away from his ear to protect himself from the volume. He wasn't expecting the sudden change in mood.

'Uh technically yes but –'

'Oh thank the lord, Jesus, uh I have to tell Sharon! She's going to be so happy! Oh my baby girl is alive!' Dr. Lopez could practically hear Mr. Pierce racing through his home, knocking things over, and screaming his lungs out in happiness. It almost brought a smile to his face.

'Ok well just remember New York Presbyterian Hospital, alright?' Lopez all but yelled through the phone. He could still hear the man running through his house in excitement. 'James?!'

'Oh, ah yes got it, we'll fly up tonight!' James yelled back. It seemed like he came to a stop after that. Lopez waited patiently again for the man to catch his breath. 'Carlos?'

'Yes?'

'How is she?' James panted lightly.

Dr. Lopez took a second to take his attention off the conversation he was having on the phone, and instead he looked down his arm to the soft pale hand he was clutching, and the stationary body attached to it. Brittany had many leads attached to her, it reminded him of Santana's state not too long ago, although there was something different about Brittany. Yes, she was pale, but even though she hadn't woken since her accident, she still carried a lively energy. Lopez swore he had never seen the sun shine for so many days in New York, it was like she drew life with her everywhere she went. The only thing that would brighten up her room any more would be if she opened her eyes, or let her cheeky smile grace her features.

He looked to Brittany's face and saw it again, that little bit of life, that little spark of energy which was so rare for coma patients. Looking at her, it looked as though if he said something she would easily talk back, but he knew that wasn't the case. Though she hadn't talked or moved in months, and her facial expression had stayed the same the whole time, there was something that told him, she knew exactly what was going on around her. And that little thought, made him smile.

'She looks like she still knows more than the rest of us.' Dr. Lopez answered into the phone and gave Brittany's hand a light squeeze.

'That's my girl.'

I love James:)

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Next chapter we will be seeing Santana a bit happier and maybe get out of her funk a little bit:) also she may find out about Brittany very soon!