A/N: I have figured out my endgame...it's not Brittana. This however is a chapter completely in Brittany's POV and for good reason. I am still having fun...this is as dark as I plan to get...
Once (Rascal Flatts)
One of the best things that Santana has ever taught me, is how to pick a lock.
One of the worst things that she ever taught me was how to be persistent.
Sam hadn't been answering my phone calls for days now.
After Quinn hit him, he completely shut me out.
I couldn't deal with it.
He knew that I hated to be ignored...but still...he didn't come to school for two days.
Sugar went by his house and he shut the door in her face.
I even turned to Blaine to see if he could figure out what I had done wrong but he just told me to give Sam his space.
So badly, I wanted to call her...but I didn't.
Instead, I waited until the middle of the night and picked the lock on his front door.
Maybe I am stupid.
He didn't want to talk to me and I should have just waited...
When Sam had told me that he loved me, I believed him.
Maybe I am totally stupid...I had heard him say the same things to Quinn and Mercedes but he came to me when I was in a dark place.
My guard was down and he had snuck right in.
Now I was standing in his bedroom door while he video chatted with Mercedes.
He didn't see me as he told her how much he missed her and how he loved her most.
My heart ached.
But I swallowed down my hurt and just continued to watch.
She laughed and pointed out that he was with me and he admitted that both me and him were just passing time together.
Even if I felt that way...it still hurt to hear him say it.
"We should break up." I said without remembering that he didn't know that I was there.
He looked back at me and then back at the screen.
"I'll call you later...okay?" He smiled at her and she happily waved at me and then winked at him.
It hurt.
All of it.
I wanted to run but I couldn't.
Why did I let her leave?
There was nobody in the world that I wanted more than Santana right in that moment.
But she wasn't mine anymore.
"I think you're right." He said.
I didn't stick around to hear what he had to say after that.
My feet took me back down to my motorbike.
I was crying harder than ever.
My eyes were filled with so many burning tears as I turned the corner.
I hadn't been thinking.
This was a one way street...
I was going the wrong way...
But it was too late...
I lost control, of my life and my love as I ran into a car...or did it hit me?
I wished that I had blacked out like they do in movies.
But I wasn't so lucky.
I felt the crunching of my bones as I hit the road.
When my face started bleeding, I felt it and when I threw up...I tasted it.
There were people moving around me and looking at me strange.
A few of them tried to talk to me but I couldn't hear them.
Their mouths moved but there was no sound.
My skin felt raw and ripped as I tried to move my body.
Moving wasn't smart.
So I gave up and just laid there...crying.
Stupid. Stupid. Stupid.
I wished that I could go back.
Before she left for New York, she had wanted to come back to me and I turned her down for him.
He made me happy and that was important.
Now though, I was wondering why he was so important...more than her?
I didn't have an answer for that.
The rain began to pour down as I laid there crumpled up waiting for the sirens to get closer.
When my mind finally started to go dark...she was the last person that I saw.
My love...
But she wasn't mine anymore...
How had life become so twisted around?