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"Santana...its me, Brittany." Brittany breathed into the phone.

"That's, that's, that's not possible. Brittany is dead, she died senior year, she was murdered six years ago. Who the hell are you?" Santana said on the phone, Brittany could hear her voice shaking.

"I swear to god Santana Maria Lopez, it is me Brittany Susan Pierce." she said, again there was silence on the other line.

"This is crazy, whoever put you up to this is sick!" Santana said.

"Please, Santana ask me something that only I would know please." Brittany said.

"When, where and how old were we when Brittany and I first kissed." Santana asked after a minute. Brittany smiled, that was an easy one.

"14. We were in my basement, you were sleeping over, it was freshman year of high school. We were watching TV and cuddling on the couch. For some reason we both looked at each other at the same time, you were staring at me in a way that I had never seen before, and I'm sure that I had the same expression. We stared at each other for a minute, then we both leaned in at the same time, we kissed for the first time then. After we broke apart you had the biggest smile on your face, it was the smile that your mother started calling your Brittany smile." Brittany said.

"Brittany." she said, Brittany could tell that she was crying.

"Its really me."

"This is crazy." Santana said.

"Call your parents, call mine, I'm at my parents house, I just left yours. I know you are really confused right now and I will explain everything to you but I need to do that in person." Brittany said.

"Okay."

"Your parents told me where you live. I'll be on the first flight to New York City tomorrow morning." Brittany said.

"Okay." Santana repeated, she was definitely more than a little confused.

"Goodbye Santana."

"Goodbye."

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Santana stood in shock staring at her cellphone. She knew that she needed to be alone right now so she called Mercedes.

"Hey Satan! What's up girl?" Mercedes answered quickly.

"Hey Cedes. I need a huge favor, I need you to please come and pick up Kyle and keep him with you and Sam until Sunday please." Santana said, her voice was clearly still shaking.

"Santana what's wrong?" Mercedes asked, she was concerned now.

"Please Mercedes."

"I'll be there in ten." she said and hung up the phone.

Santana walked back into her huge apartment and found her son watching Spongebob on the leather sofa in the living room. Santana had a huge apartment because of her success as a writer. She had written three novels and made a large some of money, her books had also been turned into movies. She wrote them under another name and never made her face known to the public, the only people who knew that she was the famed author, Lea Riley, were her closest friends and family.

"Kyle, baby come here for a minute." she called to her son, who was a mini her in male form.

"Ya Mami?" he asked, he was three years old.

"You are going to spend the weekend with Auntie Cedes and Uncle Sam, how does that sound?" Santana asked picking him up in her arms.

"YES!" he said excitedly squirming out of her arms. He ran to his bedroom and got his backpack out.

"Okay I'm going to say you want to go then." she asked as she quickly put his clothes and toys into the bag.

"Ya! I love Auntie Cedes and Uncle Sam!" Kyle said as he ran back to the TV.

It was exactly ten minutes later when the doorbell rang and Santana ran to get it. When she opened it she saw Mercedes standing there, without saying anything Santana flung herself into Mercedes' arms and hugged her tightly. After a minute she pulled away.

"Santana Lopez, what in the hell is going on? You look like you've seen a ghost." Mercedes said.

"I don't know Cedes, I don't know. I promise I will explain everything to you when I pick Kyle up." Santana said.

"San, please just tell me, are you in trouble? In danger?" Mercedes asked, she was extremely concerned.

"No, no nothing like that. I swear I don't really know yet, I will tell you when I know for sure I promise." Santana said. "Kyle! Guess who is here!" Santana called.

The little boy came sprinting to the front door with his backpack on his shoulders and his coat in his arms. He, just like his mother had, flung himself into Mercedes' arms. She picked him up and squeezed him before putting him back down.

"Kyle put your jacket on before you go outside and give me a hug." Santana said. She helped her son put on his jacket and zipped it up. She hugged him and kissed his head. "Bye bye baby boy." she said.

"See ya Mami!" he said.

"Thank you Cedes." Santana said.

"Be careful with whatever is going on Sweetie, call me!" she said and took Kyle's hand and they were gone.

Santana walked back into the living room and collapsed onto the leather coach. She turned off the TV and lay down flat on her back. She closed her eyes, it had been six years since she had heard that voice. The woman on the phone had sounded like Brittany, she knew something that only Brittany would know, so why was Santana having trouble believing that it was really her? Oh ya, because she was murdered six years ago. Santana flashed back to that day in February of her senior year in high school

Santana was sitting in the choir room with the rest of the Glee Club, they had been having practice every day after school because regionals were coming up next month. Brittany wasn't at school today, Santana assumed she wasn't feeling well since she hadn't returned any of her texts. She was trying really hard to pay attention to Mr. Schue talking but her phone kept buzzing in her pocket, it was ringing and it had rung at least three times. She checked it discretely and saw three missed calls from her father, that couldn't be good. She raised her hand.

"Santana?" Mr. Schue asked.

"My dad has called me three time in the past five minutes, I think that something is wrong, can I call him back please?" she asked, voice laced with worry.

"Of course, you can go in my office. Would you like me to come with you?" Mr. Schue asked sensing the worry in her voice.

"Thanks, yes actually do you think you could?" Santana asked. Will nodded and followed her into his office.

Santana hit the redial button on her phone and her father picked up on the very first ring.

"Santana! Mija!" he said, she could tell his voice was thick, like he was trying to hold back tears.

"Papi? What is wrong?" she asked tensely, Mr. Schue grabbed her hand and she let him squeeze it comfortingly.

"Mija, Brittany's, she's, mija..." he said sadly.

"Brittany's what Papi, she's what?" Santana yelled into the phone, everyone in the choir room heard her and they were now all staring into Will's office.

"She is dead, she was murdered last night." her father said.

Santana felt the phone slip from her grasp and heard it hit the ground. She then let out a scream like none of them had ever heard before and started to sob. Will picked up the phone so that Carlos could tell him what had happened. Then he hung it up and called for Mercedes and Quinn. They came running in and Santana threw herself into Quinn's arms.

"She's gone, Q, gone!" Santana sobbed. Will quietly told them what had happened. Both Quinn and Mercedes started crying as well. Quinn held Santana in her arms though and Mercedes rubbed her back while Will went back into the choir room to inform everyone else what had just happened.

Three days after Brittany was murdered they had had her funeral. Santana was an absolute mess, she was not like herself at all. She wouldn't talk to anyone, she barely ate or slept. After the funeral people assumed that she would eventually start to move on and return to the way she was, but she never fully did. She still sang and danced but the fire was gone from her eyes.

Santana woke up and realized that she had fallen asleep on her couch. She glanced at the clock, it was eleven AM. She shot up quickly and ran to her bedroom to get changed. She couldn't believe what was going to happen today. After she got dressed she started cleaning the apartment, the entire time she had butterflies in her stomach. She was still extremely confused and part of her, hell most of her, believed that Brittany was really dead and that she hadn't spoken to her on the phone the night before, but a small part of her believed that she had. She finished cleaning around noon and was about to sit down on the couch when the doorbell rang. Santana practically sprinted to the door and threw it open.

There standing in front of her was the one and only Brittany Susan Pierce. Santana didn't know what to do, there was Brittany, the love of her life, who had been murdered six years ago standing about a foot away from her. Brittany opened her mouth to speak but Santana didn't give her a chance, she pretty much jumped Brittany, she kissed her with everything she had, Brittany seemed shocked at first but responded with the same energy Santana remembered. When Santana pulled away due to lack of oxygen she started hitting Brittany. Brittany let her for a minute and then grabbed her hands, Santana was now crying.

"Santana." Brittany said pulling her in for an embrace that was long overdue.

Santana, still crying, realized that they were still standing in the hallway. She untangled herself from Brittany's arms and took her hand and led her into the living room. Santana sat down on the couch and pulled Brittany down with her and wrapped her arms around the blonde again.

"Shhh, I'm right here Santana, I'm not going anywhere I promise." Brittany said as she stroked Santana's hair.

After a few minutes Santana stopped crying and sat up and faced Brittany.

"Brittany," she said. "Six years! Six years I thought that you were dead!"

"I know honey, I know." Brittany said.

"Are you going to tell me what the hell is going on?"

"Yes. Six years ago I was walking home from the store. On my way home I heard something going on down in the alley by the gas station by your house ya know? So I stopped and looked and I saw this guy killing another guy, then he saw me and he pulled out a gun, I couldn't move, I was frozen, he pulled the trigger and shot me right in the chest." Brittany said, she lifted her shirt up to reveal large scars on her chest, one that was clearly a bullet wound and the others from what looked like, various surgeries. "The police came to talk to me and we found out that the guy was connected to a viscous gang and there was no way that he was just going to let me live after I saw that. So the police faked my death and I went into witness protection. Nobody knew but my parents, and, and your parents."

"My parents knew for six years that you weren't dead!" Santana said, she was angry now.

"I'm not finished with my story. So I was in witness protection and they moved me to Colorado, but he found me there, and he shot me again." Brittany said this time she lifted her sleeve to reveal more scars on her left arm. "After that they moved me to San Francisco. I stayed there until a four days ago when I found out that he was dead. Now I am allowed out of the program and I can be Brittany Pierce again." she said finishing her story.

"Oh my god." Santana said. "I can't believe that you are alive."

"I know, you have no idea how hard it was for me, for my parents, for you parents not to tell you that I wasn't dead. It was terrible. I wanted to take you with me, I screamed and yelled but they wouldn't let me, they said it would make me to recognizable." Brittany said.

"I get it Brittany, I do." Santana said. "And you're here now alive and well."

"Santana, I need to know what happened after, well after you found out I was dead." Brittany said after a moment.

"Well I was in glee when I found out. My dad kept calling me and I was starting to worry so I asked Mr. Schue if I could call him back. He said yes and told me to go in his office and asked if I wanted him to come with me, and I said yes so he did. I called my dad back and I could tell that he had been crying and he told me you were dead. Honestly I don't remember much of what happened after that." Santana said. "It was February 20th though, I remember that. February 23rd was your funeral."

What did you guys think? The next chapter or two will contain mostly flashbacks from Santana. Review?