A/N: This is my first Faberry fic. Enjoy! I apologize for possible grammar mistakes you may find in this story. (English isn't my first language.)

It was the day of Rachel and Finn's wedding. They had just won regionals, and Finn decided that the best way to celebrate was his wedding with Rachel. Quinn, who suddenly decided to apologize to Rachel about disagreeing to her wedding was driving back to the wedding venue after she ran home to get her bridesmaid dress. She had decided last-minute to agree to become one of Rachel's bridesmaids. On her way, she stopped by Santana's house to pick her up.

"Just admit it, Fabray." Santana turned down the loud music blasting from the radio as she turned to Quinn. "You have feelings for Berry. Don't even try to deny it."

Quinn just kept her eyes on the road, trying to ignore the latina who was trying to piss her off. Santana raised an eyebrow after observing Quinn's silence. "I've seen you, Q. You're always longingly staring at her when she sings in the choir room. You always give Finn your evil glare when he flirts with Berry. And when Finchel are cuddling or kissing or whatever, you look like a sad puppy."

"You know what, Santana? I really don't have time for your psychic mexican third eye suspicions right now... all I need right now is to get to Rachel's wedding asap."Quinn rolled her eyes and turned the radio back up. She was almost late for Rachel and Finn's wedding since she ran home last minute to get her bridesmaid dress.

"Ooh... so what made you change your mind?" Santana smirked. "I remember the day we were picking out bridesmaid dresses and Rachel's wedding dress. You were all againts Finchel getting married... which is no surprise since you're madly inlove with Berry."

"Santana, would you at least call her 'Rachel'?"

"You didn't answer my question."

"Ugh—I don't know, okay?! I want Rachel to be happy... regardless of—" Quinn said, but stopped herself. "—nevermind."

"Regardless of what?" Santana asked. Suddenly, she smiled. "Your feelings for her?"

"Santana—just stop."

"Oooh you're not even denying it, Quinn." Santana smirked, having fun teasing her exasperated friend. She poked Quinn on the shoulder. "Just admit it, Fabray. Then I will stop bothering you."

"Shut up."

"If you don't admit it yourself then I'll just tell Rachel myself." Santana said, giving Quinn her evil smile.

"No! That's not happening!" Quinn protested frustratedly. Santana just smiled and stared at her, waiting for her to say something. "Okay fine! You win."

Santana grinned at the blonde. "I knew it, Fabray. Welcome to the lesbian club."

"I am not a lesbian. I just... Rachel's the only girl I've ever liked. I don't know. She's gorgeous, kind, talented... I could go on and on." Quinn said, smiling at the thought of the brunette. However, her smile faded as she remembered that Rachel was getting married... to Finn.

"If you like her why are you agreeing to her wedding?" Santana asked, confused. Quinn shrugged and sighed.

"It's the least I could do after tormenting her for the past three years. I want her to be happy. And besides, Rachel doesn't like me that way." Quinn sighed, tears forming in her eyes. She tried her best not to cry as she focused on the road.

"Quinn..."

"I just—I don't think I can stand to see her get married, San." Quinn said, her voice quivering. "That's why I was againts her getting married before, besides the fact that she was too young. But I came to my senses and—"

"You wanted her to be happy?"

Quinn nodded miserably. "... maybe just not with me." She said, the tears were already blurring her vision. She needed to focus on the road. Santana patted her on the back, feeling sorry for her.

All of a sudden, Quinn's phone buzzed. "Quinn, you wan't me to get that?" Santana asked. Quinn nodded. "Berry just texted you."

"What does it say?" Quinn asked.

"She's asking where we are in capital letters." Santana said. Quinn's phone buzzed again in her hand. "Oh, and she's telling us that we're late."

Quinn's eyes widened. She sped up her driving immediately, not caring about the speed limit at this point. There were no cops around. The road was fairly empty; only a few cars passed by. "Tell Rachel that we're on our way."

"Sure thing, Fabray." Santana said as she began to text Rachel back. "Geez, Quinn. Don't drive too fast. You're gonna get us arrested."

"San, we're late. We've gotta catch up with the others." Quinn said, not realizing that a speeding truck was driving towards her direction. Santana's eyes widened. "QUINN! LOOK OUT!" she yelled, pointing at the truck.

Before Quinn could see what Santana was pointing at, pieces of her car window shattered. She heard Santana scream. The truck had crashed into her car. Quinn was thrown out of the car, her head making a rough impact with the pavement ground. The impact was hard enough to create a loud bang. Everything went black instantly. All this happened at the same time in a split second. Quinn lay on the ground; motionless and unconscious... but she knew what was going on. She just couldn't respond or get up and she didn't know why.

All Quinn knew was that her car was now upside down, covered in flames. She heard sirens and a man's voice calling 9-1-1.

Quinn was strapped into a gurney and rushed into the back of an ambulance. She was still unconscious. "We've got an injured on right here. A girl, about 17 years old. Short blonde hair. She's about 5"6. Part of her head is swollen and bruised. Pieces of broken glass struck her chest, arms, and thighs. She's got cuts all over. She's breathing." A paramedic said into a cell phone as they rushed her in. "The other girl, about the same age. Latino. We found no pulse. We're trying to revive her. It doesn't seem to be working."

Paramedics were struggling to revive Santana. They realized that her breathing was short. A few seconds later, they found no pulse. After minutes of trying, they pronounced Santana dead.

Officers found a cell phone inside Quinn's car. It wasn't damaged at all. He unlocked the screen and found a text message from 'Rachel Berry', which said "QUINN... WHERE ARE YOU?"

The officer scrolled through Quinn's phone and found Rachel's contact. He called her... waiting for a response. Immediately, Rachel picked up and didn't even bother to say hello.

"Quinn! Thank goodness. I was trying to reach you but you didn't respond. Where are you? We've postponed the wedding for twenty minutes waiting for you and San—"

"This is officer Colton. You are Rachel Berry, am I right?"

Rachel began to feel nervous. She suspected the worst. Her heart was beating out of her chest. "Yes, this is." What the hell was going on?

"Well, one of your friends which owns this phone was involved in a serious car accident. I am sorry."

Rachel's eyes welled up with tears. "What?! No! Quinn?"

"The blonde girl. She was the one driving. I'm sorry... what was her name?"

Rachel gulped audibly. "Quinn. Quinn Fabray." she sobbed. "There was another girl with her... Santana Lopez. They were, um, on their way to my wedding. I've been waiting and wondering why they didn't respond to my texts."

"I am so sorry for you, ma'am. You see, Quinn was severely injured. But she is alive and breathing, yes. We've taken her to the Lima Hospital. As for your other friend you mentioned—"

"Santana." Rachel said.

"Uh, yes. Santana. She's um... we tried to revive her." The officer said sadly, feeling bad about breaking the news to Rachel, who could be heard sobbing from the phone. "I'm sorry, ma'am."

"A-are you saying that..."

"Yes. She's dead."

He could hear Rachel's sobs from the phone was she hung up.

Rachel Berry came running into the doors of the ER in the Lima General Hospital, followed by her fiance and her friends. People stared at her. She looked miserable. Mascara was running down her face. Her wedding dress was tattered and dirty. She was sobbing.

"Q-Quinn Fabray." She said to the lady at the administration table. "I'm here to see Quinn Fabray. Please. Let me in!"

"Please calm down. Yes, you may see her... later. Ms Fabray is having surgery right now. She will be out in a few hours. You may wait in the waiting room." The lady replied. "Come on. I'll show you the way."

Rachel, Finn, and the others followed the lady into the waiting room. Brittany was sitting on Artie's lap, crying into his shoulder as Mr. Schue pushed his wheelchair. "I c-can't believe... th-that... Santana's dead." Brittany cried. "When are you guys going to tell me that this is some sick joke?" she said in her innocent voice, pouting.

"Brittany... I'm so sorry." Mr. Schue said, rubbing her back. "I'm afraid that this is reality. You're not dreaming."

"No... no. This can't be happening. This is just a bad dream." Brittany said, wiping the tears off her face. "Artie, wake me up when all this is over." Brittany closed her eyes, trying to fill her mind with happy images of rainbows, unicorns, and Lord Tubbington.

"Brittany..." Artie said, grabbing her shoulder gently. "This isn't a dream."

"Yes it is! It has to be!" Brittany sobbed. "Santana and I were just planning this really romantic date a few days ago! There's no way she's gone!"

"Britt... I'm sorry." Mercedes said. "We're all sad too. Santana's body is in a room. We can asked to be taken there... if you want to see her. When you see Santana maybe you'll start to believe reality."

"Cedes! Don't say 'Santana's body'! You're saying it just like as if she's dead!" Brittany said angrily.

"She is, Brittany!" Mercedes said before dissolving into sobs. "None of us wanna believe it too. But someday we have to face reality."

When they reached the waiting room, Mercedes asked for permission to take Brittany to the room where they kept Santana's body. The rest decided that they were too sad to see Santana right now. It was all too early. Brittany was insistent on seeing her girlfriend despite her sadness. Santana's death hasn't sunk in yet.

A nurse led them to the room where Santana was in. Mercedes took a deep breath before stepping inside. She held Brittany's hand as she watched her expression fall. "Santana." Brittany sobbed, letting go of Mercedes' hand. She ran to the bed they put her in. The nurse uncovered the white cloth they used to cover Santana. "San, baby... please wake up. I love you. I need you. Please wake up and tell me you're not dead." Brittany pleaded. She took Santana's cold hand into hers and kissed her. Mercedes had to look away; it was way too sad watching Brittany talk to Santana, begging her to wake up.

Brittany just laid her head on Santana's chest for a few minutes, not saying anything. Her mind was obviously racing. Flashes of memories came back. The day she told Santana she loved her. Their first date. Their first break up. Their constant handholding in the choir room. The days spent as Cheerios with Quinn. The first time they kissed. Tears streamed down her cheeks as realization hit her. Brittany couldn't hear or feel a pulse from Santana's chest. "I will love you forever and always, San." She whispered. "Goodbye, baby." Brittany gave Santana her last kiss. Brittany's innocence was taken away the day she saw her dead girlfriend's body laying motionless on a hospital bed.

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