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"Hey sweetheart, the kids are already awake !" Brittany said, only showing her head from their bedroom door.

"What ? Are you freaking kidding me ? My God, I thought we were going to have more time." A half-naked Santana answered, looking for her dress. "I was really hoping we would have more time." She smiled, looking at her wife, who was holding their nine months-old baby. "Hi cutie !" She took their son from Brittany's arms, before kissing her in the lips.

"Now that I look at you, I can't stop thinking about that half an hour I was hoping to spend with you." Brittany laughed before going to the kitchen to make breakfast for everybody. It was Sunday morning and, usually, their kids used to sleep a lot, since they had the chance. Brittany and Santana had special plans for their morning, but they eventually decided to spend the whole day with their family. Sunday morning was always kind of holy to them, it was the only day they were all at home and it felt great. Santana was always busy with her work and Brittany was always out, since she had just opened her dance school. After years of just teaching she had decided, after Santana's advice, to open her own school, even because she was tired of not being able to decide what to do in her classes. She wanted to be the boss, she wanted to be the one to decide. Sunday had become the day dedicated to the family, while thursday night was dedicated to the two of them. Right before getting married they had decided that thursday had to be "their day", so, every single week, on thursday night, they had a "date night", fancy dinner and then a movie together or something like that.

Santana was drinking her cup of coffee, while Brittany was feeding their children. The Latina watched her family having fun just because they were eating and she knew that she couldn't be happier. It was everything she had always dreamed about and, now, it was real. Her dream had become reality. She felt so stupid because she had always tried to pretend she didn't like Brittany and she felt even more stupid because she thought they were not going to make it when she decided to go to New York. They were meant to be together and their life was a proof that she had fought for something important.

"You have to wake up."

Santana felt confused. They weren't in their kitchen anymore, they were in a white room, there was a bright light and Brittany was wearing a white dress. She looked like and angel. "What ?"

"Santana, you have to wake up. For me, please." She saw Brittany crying and she couldn't understand why she looked so defeated. What had happened ? What was she saying ?

"What are you talking about ?" she walked towards her wife. "I am already awake."

Brittany held her hand. "Wake up, please wake up." Santana tried to squeeze Brittany's hand, but she couldn't. "I love you Santana, please come back to me."

Opening her eyes seemed incredibly hard, but she felt heartbroken when she noticed that Brittany was crying in front of her.

She was dreaming..

She tried to talk but it was really, really hard for her to even open her mouth. What was happening ? She couldn't keep her eyes opened, but she needed to. She knew about the shooting, she could remember what had happened with that freaking spanish man, but she had no idea what had happened after she was shot. The only thing she knew was that Brittany was safe and it was all that mattered. She had been able to keep her eyes opened for only a few seconds and, apparently, Brittany hadn't noticed. She tried again to squeeze Brittany's hand, but she was too weak and even the simplest thing it the world seemed extremely difficult now.

"Brittany, I am here." She understood that she wasn't really talking, she was just thinking what she wanted to say. She was so glad to still be alive, her sacrifice had meant something. She had another chance to live with Brittany, they could have their life together. She just had to talk, or to make Brittany understand that she was still there. She needed to move, she needed to do something. She wanted to scream, to get up, to talk, to squeeze her hand.

"Fuck, it's too difficult." She thought, trying again to talk. After several minutes, she heard Brittany getting up and she heard her mom's voice.

"I don't know what to do anymore. The doctors say that I need to talk to her, they told me that she needs to feel my presence... And I have tried everything. Why isn't she awake yet ?" She was crying, she was crying so much she was hardly able to talk to Santana's mom.

"Keep talking to her. She loves you. She kept telling me that letting you go had been the hardest decision in her life, but it was the best for you and for your sake."

"She's right, Brittany... Listen to her."

"We all know that the best for me is being with her. And know I don't even know if I am ever going to see her eyes ever again, I don't even know if I am going to hear her voice..." she couldn't take it anymore, it was just too much. " Now I don't need to be her girlfriend or whatever, I just need her to be fine. I desperately need her to be ok."

She went back to Santana's room, while her mom was waiting on the doorway.

"Santana, wake up, please." She put her head down, just to feel Santana's breath. She needed a proof that she was just "sleeping", because, apparently that continous "beep" wasn't enough. She closed her eyes, trying to sleep.

Finally, that move. Santana squeezed Brittany's hand before opening her eyes.

"Oh my God." Brittany blinked a couple of times before believing that Santana was really awake. "Santana." She smiled, before kissing her right in her lips.

Santana felt some kind of weird energy filling her body, like if Brittany had shared her vitality with her. She felt like she had slept for months, maybe years, that kiss had, somehow, given her a new life. She wanted to say so many things, but she suddenly understood that the energy she was feeling was just in her mind. She felt incredibly happy, her sacrifice had meant something. Brittany was still in love with her, Brittany was hers, Brittany was her reason to be alive. She knew that they were meant to be, she knew that Brittany still had the key to her heart. Brittany remained silent, she was just staring at Santana's beautiful eyes, speechless. There was happiness filling the room, there was no need to talk. After a while, Santana finally opened her mouth to talk. Her mom was looking at her, holding her dad's hand. They tried to tell her not to talk, she was very weak and she needed to rest. Obviously, she didn't want to listen to them. She tried to squeeze Brittany's hand and she finally was able to talk.

"Marry me."