It was first year day of senior year and Brittany was yet to be found. Santana had hardly seen the blue eyed dancer all summer. In fact Santana hadn't seen anyone at all, she had been in California with her aunt all summer. She went out there to get away. Get away from Lima, get away from her parents, from the parties, even from Brittany. But most of all, it was to get away from herself. She lost herself out there, it was a good thing of course, she was finally free. California felt foreign, everyone there was so different from Ohio. She could open up, actually be hereslf without judgement.

Returning to Ohio was bitter sweet for the young Latina. On one hand she was happy and excited to see her best friend, and finally make it right with her. Santana loved Brittany and Brittany loved her back. She had promised her that anything was possible, and she took that promise with her to California, knowing that when she returned, she'd be someone Brittany deserved.

But everything felt different. She felt it as soon as she stepped off the plane. Everything looked the same, she took a cab to her vacant house. Her parents were away on another business trip or seminar, what ever. She has barely caught so much as a glance of them in last year. The house seemed to be in order, they weren't robbed, nothing was a mess, no pillow or ornament was out of place, but something still felt wrong, it was as if someone had come and strapped a cinderblock to her chest. It was late by the time she had finally unpacked her things and she was drained from the ride over, opting to see Brittany tomorrow and hit the sack.

Walking into school everything was quiet. People were shooting her strange glances. Had they known? How could they have possibly figured out her epiphany over the summer, she hadn't spoken to anyone, deciding to leave her phone and laptop at home in Lima. When the final bell rung her entire body was rigid with paranoia, excited to finally see Brittany she sprinted to the choir room. Her face visibly dropped as she looked at the vacant chair in the top row where Brittany usually sat. All eyes were on the Latina as she made her way to sit next to Sam. The silence was deafening.

"Seriously guys, what the fuck is going on. Why are you all looking at me like that. Christ I was gone for 2 months. I leave you for 2 months and you all look at me like I'm an alien!"

Rachel let out a soft sob burying her face in her hands.

"Haven't you checked your messages Santana?"

"No I left my phone when I went away, I didn't need any distractions" Her eyes never left Rachel "Whats going on, where's Brittany"

Another sob escaped her lips, Santana could feel the temperature in the room drop.

"Santana, there was an accident. She was on her way to see you. You know how she gets when you ignore her. Raining...dog ran out...they lost control."

Everything froze. Time. Space. Santana's heart. Everything went silent.

How? How could this have happened? She didn't even realize she was running until she ended up at Brittany's front door. She pounded on the door until finally it opened revealing a very aged and exhausted looking Ms. Pierce.

"Santana" She gasped as the latina collapsed in her arms. "Santana I'm so sorry"

She woke up the next morning in Brittany's bed. Brittany's scent surrounded her, creeping in like a a spider, tickling her skin. She could hear soft whispering from outside. The door quietly creaked open.

"Mrs. Pierce I'm so sorry. I'm so so sorry" She sobbed "I should have been there, I never should have left. I should have stayed here, she wouldn't have come to find me, she'd still be here if I just would have stayed"

Gently a pair of strong arms wrapped around her as she sobbed.

"It's not your fault Santana. She lost control, you know how she is when it comes to animals. She didn't think, she just reacted. Come. Get cleaned up, I'll take you to see her"

Slowly she made her way into Brittany's bathroom. It all felt so wrong. Using Brittany's stuff, being in her room, knowing her best friend was...She couldn't bring herself to say it.

When she finally finished cleaning her face she made her way downstairs to the Pierces's kitchen.

"You ready? We should stop for flowers on the way" Ms. Pierce suggested gently.

It was easy to see where Brittany had gotten her grace from. Santana was in awe of the woman infront of her, the way she carried herself in this whole situation left Santana feeling empty.

The car ride to the florist was silent. Santana merely stared out the window watching cars go by. The town she grew up in felt foreign to her now. Mrs. Pierce quickly returned with a bouquet of sunflowers, they were perfect in every sense as they omitted the same brightness that Brittany herself brought to the world.

"I love her you know. I just want you to know that I loved her" Santana finally spoke.

"I know"

Silently they drove on. The ride seemed a lot shorter than Santana had anticipated. When Mrs. Pierce finally came to a stop Santana looked out the window only to be met with complete suprise. They were at the hospital.

"Are you coming?"

In complete shock, Santana blindly followed. Pulling herself out of the vehicle. Trailing behind Mrs. Pierce until they arrived at a room.

"She's been in a coma for two weeks, there hasn't been much improvement and her chances are dropping everyday"

"You mean...she's alive?" The latina whispered.

"She's unresponsive but yes, she's technically alive, I'm going to go speak to the doctor, you go ahead"

With only a nod Santana made her way into the dimmly lit room. The sound of moniters and vents filled the room as she looked over her best friend. There were tubes everywhere. Her face was so swollen it didn't even look like Brittany anymore. Santana let out a loud exhausted sob.

"Oh Britt" She cried, as she rushed to the side of the bed. "Brittany I'm so sorry, I shouldn't have left you, I love you so so much. Please wake up, I'm sorry. You are the only one I have left, please don't leave me Brittany, please"