Joining the Angels

SANTANA'S SIDE

Santana paced around the room, hearing her phone vibrating constantly, ringing on the bedside table under her lamp. Her ringtone played out, filling her ears with sounds of deep vocals with raw passion.

She heard a click coming from the room, signifying that the message has gone to voicemail. Something came through the phone, but Santana found herself unable to hear what exactly the message was. The brunette shuffled through the mail on the bar table, throwing several bits away. She came across a letter addressed to Brittany, her name tucked neatly in the corner. Santana ripped it open, seeing an unpaid phone bill. She walked to her room, hoping to call the company to cancel her subscription. However, she was met with tens of hundreds of messages from her parents. She went through each and every one, hearing her parents demand to see her, and was left with one unknown number that had sent her a voice mail.

Placing it down yet again, forgetting what she had planned earlier, and walked into the bathroom, deciding she needed a shower if she were to cope with whatever her parents were going to say.

BRITTANY'S SIDE

The room seemed to shake as Brittany followed Santana around the the Latina went to her bar table, Brittany stayed in the living room, trying to think of a way to help.

"You know theres a way to contact her." A voice rung out from the back. Brittany turned on her feels, ponytail bouncing as she faced the direction the voice came from.

"Who are you?" The blonde tilted her head to one side, folding her arms across her chest.

"Don't you remember, Ms. Pierce?" The voice matched that of a ginger Brittany had known. She stepped over to the younger girl, clutching her arm. "Your councillor in high school."

"Ms. Pilsbury?"

"Please, call me Emma." She then proceeded to pull her arm away before draping it over, offering her a warm pet. "Heres a phone. I've had it for a while. It's what I've been using to contact Will."

"But wouldn't he be scared?" Brittany expressed doubt, surprised at the chance she was offered.

"He definitely was at first. But he's gotten over it now. We have regular call sessions." The doe-eyed woman smiled at her. "Just don't use the phone too much. It comes with its consequences, you know." She disappeared once again, leaving the phone in Brittany's hand.

She pondered for a while, picking it up and quickly dialling the number she had kept memorised.

She looked up and saw Santana stayed put at the bar counter, hands grazing over the smooth surface. Hearing a note asking her to leave a voicemail, Brittany spoke.

"Tana, its me. Its me!" She smiled as she talked, excited for what Santana's reaction would be. "I love you so, so much, and you're probably wondering how I'm contacting you, so please, please call me back at this number. I love you, I love you." She shook with excitement, practically bouncing at the prospect that she could talk to Santana again.

She stood for a while, watching Santana ruffle through before walking into the room. She bit her lip to conceal a smile, when she heard Emma speak again.

"Can I have the phone back please?" She reached out, grabbing it.

"Wait, why? I told Santana to call me back, she's going to call me back, please."

"I'm sorry, Britt, but the consequences, they're too much to bear. You can have it in moderation, and I'll always be watching you, Britt."

She disappeared once again, and Brittany heard water in the other room, walking over to the bathroom to watch Santana, chuckling slightly.

Stepping in, she saw Santana's body, curled up as water splashed over her. A bottle of pills stood opened at her sight, and Brittany flew over to help Santana.

"Shit, Santana, what did you do?" She shook her, getting no response. "Santana, please. Santana."

She felt a hand tap her soldier. "Britt." Brittany turned around, seeing the Latina standing there, smiling sadly at her. "I can finally see you."

Brittany smiled as they embraced, before turning around to see her lifeless body behind them.

"Santana, is it really worth it?"

"Listen, Britt, I can't face it all. I can't deal with my parents, with anyone, this is better. Please. Anyway, I get to be with you. Its good enough for me."

"I can't let you do this, 'Tana. You've got so much to do in life, such a full life to live." She pushed Santana away, leaning over to her body and pressing against her stomach, forcing her to puke out the pills.

"Britt, what the hell are you do-" Santana vanished, her body starting to regain breath, clutching for life as her eyes opened once again.

She looked around, dazed before realising her condition. "Britt? Are you here?"

"Yes, Santana." But she knew she couldn't be heard.

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A/N: Do you guys think I should end the story here? Please comment what you think pleasee:) If not, I'm gonna include a flashback chapter to when Santana was best friends with Quinn, and Brittany best friends with Mercedes or Rachel :)

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