A/N: Okay...this is it...I cannot give you another chapter until I at least finish writing the majority of the epilogue for the other. I just find my motivation lacking...like...I feel like leaving that one open ended...but you all know that I can't do that.

Santana is wholly inappropriate with her timing but hey...people do weird shit all the time.

You've been warned!

U Got It Bad (Usher)

I'm totally an asshole.

Two days.

That's what I had told Quinn and even though she didn't answer either of my messages, I knew that she didn't believe me.

So what did I go ahead and do?

My dumb ass never left Lima!

It's been three fucking weeks!

Britt still hasn't woken up and on top of that...her family has no idea about the breakup between us.

Like none at all!

Crazy shit...right?

My parents are furious about it.

When I came out to them, they had immediately thought that it was Quinn that I was going after but when I told them it was Brittany...although neither said anything, they both seemed disappointed.

They figured that if I was going to be with a girl, she should at least be a good Christian girl.

In their eyes Quinn was the perfect girl for me and until recently, I had disagreed...now though...I knew that they were right.

And so when they found out that I just let Quinn slip away like that, they tried to ground me!

Shit...I need to ground myself.

California just seems more and more tempting.

This all just feels wrong but I haven't left.

Why?

You ask?

Your guess is as good as mine.

"Why are you still in Lima, Anita?"

I was sitting by Britt's side and reading to her, when Papi walked in.

Annoyed, I put my finger to my lips.

"Shh Papi...she will hear you."

"Her family wanted me to come in here and talk to you about the decision that they made."

I put the book down and paid closer attention to what he was saying.

"What decision?"

"They are going to take her off the machines."

I looked over at Britt, her pale skin was still bruised and the casts on her body looked heavy and colorful.

Her sisters had come in and colored in every bit of white space with rainbows and cats and unicorns.

Even I had pitched in...hoping that she would know and wake the fuck up.

But nothing had changed.

"They can't." I whispered as I brushed Britt's brittle hair from her face and then I ran a finger over her freckles.

"They can."

I looked up at Papi and wished that I had the strength to fight but that had been stripped from me.

This had been my life for three weeks...I had left the room twice and both those times was because I was literally forced out by Papi.

I clung tighter to Britt's hand because she needed me to.

Her vitals were a million times better when I was touching her, even though that didn't seem to be enough to make her wake up.

It's why I was still here...hoping my touch and my presence would make her come back to me...to us.

And now...they were giving up on her.

"So what...she will just die?" I choked out.

He was looking at her chart and checking her vitals with his back to me.

From the slope of his shoulders, I could tell that Papi was feeling defeated.

He may not have wanted me with Britt but he knew that she meant the world to me.

And no parent wants to see their child in pain...especially not mine or Britt's.

Or even Quinn's.

"Anita, sometimes we need to step back and let God work. These machines are not going to bring her back...they are just keeping her stable. Who knows, amor, she could feel the need to fight once she's unplugged."

"And if she doesn't?"

He turned his dark eyes towards me and ran a hand over his face.

"No negativity...you can't think like that."

"You raised me to be a realist, Papi. I need to prepare myself for the worst." I said suddenly not wanting to look away from him.

The alternative was looking at her and if I did that...I would start thinking of all the bad stuff.

Like her dying and me never being able to cope with the fact that I could have saved her from it.

If I had never dumped her...she would have never gone out with Sam and she wouldn't have been at his house just before the accident.

I blamed myself.

And nobody stopped me...the one person that would slap some sense into me, was thousands of miles away giving me time and space.

But that was the last thing that I needed.

Or wanted.

Once the decision was made, everything happened so fast.

I was basically carried out of the room as Britt went into cardiac arrest.

And even though they stabilized her and she was breathing on her own, I was convinced that she would die at any moment.

My screams were probably heard all the way to California because I swear to you, as soon as I threw myself down onto the floor, my phone rang.

"What?!" I snapped.

"Whoa...what happened?"

"She's going to...d...fuck!" I screamed.

"Breathe baby."

I choked out a sob as I cried into my hand.

"I need you." I finally whispered.

"I'm here."

Her voice didn't come from the phone.

I looked up and saw her standing above me with tears in her eyes.

I cried harder.

"I'm so sorry." I whimpered before staggering to my feet and staring at the hurt in those eyes.

She bit her lip and shook her head before pulling me in for a hug.

"Shhh...just breathe baby."

I hadn't been aware of how on edge I was until Quinn was holding me.

Being in her arms brought me back to myself...it wasn't until then that I could breathe again.

And I was so grateful.

"I love you." I whispered...and then I crashed my lips against hers.

She gripped my jacket with one hand and with the other she was gripping my hair.

I had needed her.

My heart ached for B...and no words could console me...all I needed...all I wanted was Q.