Heyyyyy..ah, you're all making me feel guilty for making you cry! :O

I've split this next chapter into two as it works better that way. I know this is another short one but there will be at seat two more updates to follow. I promise!

Thank you all so much for reading and reviewing!

You all seriously rock...and I do love ya!

I managed an extra mile on my run as punishment for making you all cry, hope that helps. Lol.

Anywho, I'm gonna get editing the next chapter! :)

Daisy x

Quinn had ran into Brittany as she left to give Addison some time alone with Santana. Both blondes were now stood at the ancient coffee machine at the end of the corridor. "I think this coffee is older than Mr Stevens!" Exclaimed Brittany, her lips curling in disgust. She got no response from the shorter girl beside her. "Quinn...". She called, now standing directly in front of the girl.

Hazel eyes blinked back into focus and locked onto blue. "sorry Britt...what did you say?". Brittany looked at her worriedly and rested a comforting hand on her friends shoulder.

"What's wrong Q...apart from...y'know!?". She shrugged.

"I...I just...Addison gave off this weird vibe before. She was so..calm.". Her hazel eyes drifted up to the ICU entrance. "A couple of hours ago she wouldn't even touch San...now she wants time alone with her...I'm worried Britt.". She said honestly, her eyes moving back to her best friends.

"Lets go check on her then...well, I'll walk with you, you go in. I'm not liking the idea of her trying to pummel me to death.". Gulped the dancer. Quinn smiled at Brittany's actions. And took the taller girls hand. She was grateful she had the ladyballs to show up earlier, not sure if she would've hoped without her best friend by her side. Approaching the ward Brittany squeezed Quinn's hand and released her grip, the smaller blonde smiling softly over her shoulder as she walked ahead and into the intensive care unit.

Santana's was the first out of the five beds on the ward as you entered through the doors, instantly Quinn noticed Addison was gone and two white envelopes rested on the latinas bed. Quickly the blonde rushed over and picked them up, noticing her name on one, discarding the one with Santana's name. Her heart thudded violently against her ribcage as she tore open the envelope. Her breath halting as her eyes scanned the words.

"BRITTANY!". She shouted, running towards the doors. The dancer appearing as she threw them open. Quinn trusted the letter into her best friends hands and watched impatiently as blue eyes scanned the page. Once her eyes were met by her best friends they had a silent conversation. They had to stop this. "I'll take this floor. You take the second. Call me if you find her, if not...you take the fourth and I'll take the third. We carry on till we find her. Ok!?". Brittany nodded, her eyes wide. Quinn wrapped her in a quick hug then turned and sprinted down the hall. Unsure of where to look, but determined to find her...her friend.

Quinn. I know you are definitely gonna hate me. I know you're gonna say I left San, just like you said that day in your apartment.

Addison placed the note for her medical wishes on the vanity next to the sink. She stated that her organs were to be used for transplant. But her heart was for Santana Lopez and nobody else. She knew Quinn would be able to make this happen. It would be a legal matter once she had completed her part of the task. Addison trusted the blonde would get her heart to Santana.

But please understand, that I'm not ditching her. I'm not leaving her.

I told you I would always be in her life. This is my fucked up way of being there I guess.

Quinn ran through every door, hazel eyes frantically searching each room, ward, closet, toilet. She growled in frustration as the meeting space showed up empty.

I need you to promise me something. Well two things.

One - you fight your skinny Yale ass off to get her my heart.

Two - you don't let her retreat into herself.

I don't know what Tana was like when you last knew her, but now she will bite and kick and scream and say the most hurtful things to try and get you to leave. I think it's her way of testing people. Please don't fail her. She needs you Q.

Addison smoothed down her black tanktop. And looked into her reflection in the mirror. She was ready to do this. She knew this was all she had to offer the world. People like her never achieved greatness.

I know when we first met...and pretty much over the past couple of months, I've been a bitch. I'm sorry for that. I'm sorry for antagonising you.

You deserved the punches though. Nobody talks smack about my girl and walks away without hurting.

"Damn it Addison!". Growled Quinn. She was now at the last door of the first floor corridor.

You're a good person Quinn. A great one even. I see your love for Santana. I see it in your eyes, the way you touch her, the way you move.

You're better for her than me. You're not broken.

I trust you with her Quinn.

Please protect her better than I did.

And tell her I know she's gonna look beautiful on her wedding day.

You both are.

Take care of the both of you Quinn.

Love Addy x (mega bitch!)

Quinn's hands shook as she slowly pushed open the door. Addison had to be here. Time was running out. Taking a deep breath she stepped into the public restroom, letting out a cry as she found it empty. "Please Addy...". Begged the blonde into the empty room. "don't leave us like this...".

Addison turned away from the mirror and sat on the small wooden bench running across the back wall of the sterile room. The tattooed girl knew time would be essential in harvesting her organs healthily, so she was sat in the scrubbing room next to one of the operating theatres on the fourth floor. She reached into the front left pocket of her baggy jeans and pulled out a small beretta pistol. There was one bullet in the 15 shell magazine. She didn't want anymore lives being lost today if the gun fell into wrong hands. Shakily she raised the pistol to her temple and closed her eyes. For a few sweet moments, she allowed her thoughts to drift. Memories flooded her mind.

Ones of herself and Santana stumbling home late from karaoke bars, singing as loud as they could.

Her father hitting her across the across the face, spitting at her and telling her she was nothing.

Santana holding her tightly as she awoke screaming form another nightmare about her childhood.

Quinn's bright, smiling eyes as she told the blonde to go arrange a surprise dinner for the latina blonde

Herself and Santana wrapped up on the sofa laughing at their previous nights antics, playfighting and scoffing chocolates.

Her father hitting her repeatedly in the stomach when he found out she was pregnant.

Santana telling her she loved her.

A tear rolled down her cheek as she shakily wrapped her finger around the trigger.

Her heartbeat increased rapidly.

Her whole arm shook.

She let out a whimper, she had to do this.

Suddenly Brittany burst through the door. "ADDISON...NO!." She screamed

The tattooed girls eyes shot open. She was frozen. No, no, no, no...I have to do this.

"Leave Brittany.". She commanded. The blonde shook her head. "I will do this with you here or not. Your decision.". The athletic girl didn't want to leave the dancer with any trauma issues, but she was adamant she would do this. That Santana would live.

"She won't be able to live with herself!". Angrily spat the blonde. "You think you're helping her!? You're gonna destroy her!". Brittany stepped further into the room. "Every day of her life, she'll be reminded of your sacrifice...that you died because of her...how would you feel!?".

Addison closed her eyes. Her whole arm was becoming weak. The cool metal of the pistols barrel slid down her cheek, before she corrected herself and raised it to her temple. "I...I have to do this.". She muttered, eyes closed. Images of her best friend being lowered into the ground flashing in her mind. "She'll adapt. She's strong. It won't destroy her. You and Quinn will make sure of that.".

"Addison. Please...you can't. Just, just put the gun down." A new urgency seeped into the blondes voice. She needed Quinn. Quinn was calm in high pressure situations. Its why she was gonna make an excellent lawer. Hurry Q. Please. The blonde had taken the opportunity to txt her best friend when the Addison closed her eyes.

The tattooed girls shaking arm stilled. Her eyes opened. "I'm sorry.". She whispered.

Brittany knew it was too late.

The now calm girl squeezed the trigger.

BANG.