AN: Hello bitches! Yes, I'm back. Haha. So I got good news and bad news.

Good news: There's a SMUT in this chapter

Bad news: This will be my VERY first and probably the VERY last SMUT I'm going to write for Brittana XD (or I don't know, it depends) Really guys, I suck at writing SMUT scenes, whatever. Just don't read the SMUT part. For God sake, please. hahaha.

PS: To my dorky carrot friend, please don't ruin your life. Skip the flashback part. I love you! haha.

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Quinn's POV

"Where did you go last night young lady?" My father asked as he took a slice of his meat on his plate and looked at me.

"What do you mean? I was sleeping all night in my room," I said and shrugged as I met his gaze.

"Quinnie, I'm not as stupid as your mother. Don't give me that answer because I won't buy any of your lies. Where did you go last night?" He asked again with a very malicious tone.

I looked at my mother who just kept on eating her food as if she hadn't heard my father called her stupid. I felt pity for her. I felt pity for myself for being their daughter.

"I stayed at my friend's house last night. Do you feel better now?" I said and asked with sarcasm.

My father smirked and drank his champagne. "Which friend?" He asked. "Were you with your homo friend Santana Lopez?"

"Don't talk about her like that. She's my best friend!"

"Keep it down Quinnie. I don't like you shouting when we're at the table. I don't want anyone mistakenly thinking that we're fighting."

"Yeah, I almost forgot that we're showing people how perfect we are," I mumbled.

I scoffed and about to get up when my father stabbed his knife on the meat on his plate and says... "Get back to your seat, we're not done talking yet." I looked again at my mother. She looks afraid this time but she just kept her gaze down not saying anything. "Get back to your seat, please," my father said again, smiling. I then got back to my seat waiting for him to say or ask something ."Who were you with last night?"

"I was with a new friend."

"Is it a man or a woman?"

"Woman."

"I want you to be careful talking with any other girls from now on. They could be gay and I don't want you get their sinful disease."

I scoffed and laughed. "Really? You want me to be friends with men and when I get pregnant you're gonna make me abort a baby again?"

"I'm just protecting you from people. I don't want them to think that I have a daughter who's a whore, sleeping with men every now and then will ruin our reputation. Stop it already Quinnie."

"I never sleep with men! You know what happened to me! Clearly you're just protecting your image as a Mayor of Lima, and for your information my dearest father, being gay is not a disease and I will keep Santana as my best friend."

He laughed with malice and shook his head. "She's the reason why your friend Rachel died. She killed her. Your best friend seduced your friend Rachel to be sinful that's why our God gave her a tumor cancer."

"You're not making any sense and you sound nothing but a moron to me now."

"My daughter just called me a moron. How lovely to hear that, right Judy?"

My mother was startled in her seat when she heard father called her name. She looked at him and just smiled.

My father looks at me again. "I forgive you this time, Quinnie. You can go now if you don't feel finishing your food."

I got up without looking at him. I immediately walked to my room and shut the door. I then took my phone out of my pocket and dialed a very familiar number. I just wish she would still talk to me after what I've told her and what I've done to her.

"Please Hannah, answer the phone."

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Santana's POV

"Hmm, Britt-Britt?" I mumbled when I woke up with an empty spot on my bed. I groaned and think if she heads off already without saying goodbye to me. Oh shit, did I freak her out last night? I got up and realized I'm still naked so I took a t-shirt and a boxer shorts out of my closet, took my car key and run downstairs. Then I stopped when I heard someone humming from the kitchen.

I let out a breath I didn't know I was holding when I see her in the kitchen in front of the stove cooking something while humming a song. So I tip toed toward her and hugged her from behind. "Hey, I thought you left already," she gasps from my touch and turns around to meet my eyes.

"Hey love, good morning," she mumbles and kisses me.

"I panicked so I got up and put my clothes on. I was about to get out of the house to come to yours. I thought I freaked you out and left me without saying goodbye," I say pouting.

"Oh baby, I would never do that to you and please baby if ever you want to go drive to my house, just make sure you don't come to my house wearing only a boxer shorts and a t-shirt without your bra," Brittany giggles.

"Oh crap," I mumbled and realized what I'm actually wearing.

"But if you really wanna seduce me, you can walk around me like that."

I then smirked at her. "So, are you seduced right now?"

She shrugged "Not yet" and turns her back at me as she continued on what she's doing.

"Really? What if I do this?" I say and starts trailing kisses on her neck.

Brittany squeals, "Sanny, I'm cooking."

"What are you cooking?" I asked as I continued kissing her neck.

Brittany let out a moan. "Oh shit, San..."

I laughed. "I can clearly smell your pancakes but seems like you wanna eat me instead?" I say as I put my hands inside her shirt and starts massaging her chest.

"Oh fuck, I want you so bad," Brittany mumbles before she crashed her lips on mine.

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*Flashback*

Brittany's POV

"Are you sure about this?" Santana asks, gently caressing my arms as we both sits down on her bed.

I replied with a nod as I'm trembling out of my nervousness.

"Are you nervous?" She asks. I guess because I was too obvious.

"Y-yes, a little," I say making a big gulp in the end. I closed my eyes and let out a breath. "I'm definitely nervous about this!" I say out loud.

Our eyes met and I can see how her deep brown eyes looks at me. "I want you, Brittany," she says before she kissed my lips shortly. "...But, if you're not ready, then we don't have to do this right now. I can wait whenever-"

I didn't let her finish her own sentence when I start crashing my lips on hers. She has a perfect soft lips that no one would even want to stop kissing. Well, I would never let anyone kiss my girl. She's mine.

Santana let out a moan as I began playing my tongue with hers and hot damn, it turns me on even more. The nervousness I felt turns into confidence. I moved and pushed her to lie down. I got on top of her then started pulling her shirt off without her permission.

"Jeez! You're so impatient!" She giggles with a smirk before she pulled me to her and began on kissing me again. "You're so hot when you're like that," she mumbles through our kisses.

"Shut up." I say with a smile then continued kissing her as my hand begins to roam on her chest, massaging one of her tits which made Santana gasps while my other hand was gently behind her back for support.

I felt our body heat up as I start straddling on top of her. Kissing her from her neck and down to her collar bones. I was about to unclasp her bra when she flipped us over and now she's on top of me.

"I don't want this night to be about me. I want this to be special for you," she mumbled and starts nibbling my left ear. I didn't get the chance to protest when she starts kissing my neck and I moaned when she immediately found the sweet spot. She then begins to play the hem of my shirt. Not long enough when I felt her hand inside my shirt massaging one of my tits.

"Santana..." Her name escaped from my mouth as she starts grinding on top of me with our pants still on. I was going to massage her breast but she stopped me, holding both of my hands at the top of my head.

She then removed my shirt without me stopping her.

I looked at her pretty brown eyes where I can only see pure love. "You're beautiful" she says as she traced her fingers on the big scar on my chest. "I want you so bad," she whispered enough for me to hear it.

"Take a chance on me" was my answer and without any words she unclasped my bra, kissed me on my lips before she sucked my tits, playing her tongue around my nipples that made me moan a little louder.

It feels like I'm in heaven.

"F*ck" I gasp as she starts sucking my nipples so hard. I liked how it feels.

She freed my arms and then unbuttons my pants. Readying myself about what to happen next, I gripped harder around her body when she begins to wander her hand down inside my pants. I gasps when I felt her hand at my center. She then starts rubbing her finger on my clit which made my head jerked and my body arched up by the warm touch.

"Santana, please... Oh shit..." My lips were trembling as I was saying those words. I desperately want to feel her fingers inside of me. "Baby..." I say looking into her eyes with pleading.

She began removing my pants off and starts teasing me again...

"God Brittany, I love you so much," she utters as she kisses my body while her hand remains rubbing my center and touching my clit.

"Oh my god... Baby..."

"Britt..." She utters then the next thing I know, I grunted out in pain when I felt her fingers inside of me.

Santana kisses my lips as her fingers slowly thrusts inside of me. In and out, in and out.

It is now loud moans and grunts that could be heard inside her room. Both of us moaning like it is the only language we can speak as of this moment.

"You're making me crazy," I groaned.

I started meeting Santana's thrust on my own. Making myself join with the rhythm of her fingers inside of me. "Oh my god, Santana..." I moaned louder as I hugged her closer to my body, like my life depends on her.

"Make it fast," I managed to say.

Santana then thrusts her two fingers fast inside of me. I felt like high and on cloud 9. I cursed words like "Shit and fuck" and pleading for more.

"Britt just look at me, look at me," she says as her thrusting gets crazy inside my body. "Don't come yet" she says and kisses me. We're both dripping in sweat.

"Make it faster baby..." I whispered and it sounded seductively as I'm gasping out of air.

Santana made her thrusting faster which made me moan louder, screaming Santana's name. I was crying in pleasure, not in pain.

Then our moans became louder than the slapping sound of my center and her fingers.

"I'm getting close. I can't hold it, San," I say when I felt my walls flutter. My body starts to tremble and my legs wrapped tighter around her body. "Baby... Fuck... "

Santana did her best not to stop from thrusting despite of the numbness she's getting. "Oh my god... you're getting tighter around my fingers," she then made the pace faster, thrusting harder as we're both moaning so loud like a music into each other's ears... Then Santana releases her fingers.

I screamed at last when I finally came. I gripped harder around Santana's body for support and she did the same to me.

"I got you, I got you," she mumbles and kisses me on my forehead.

I kissed Santana and mumbles "I love yous"

*End of flashback*

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I was already pinning Santana on the wall and touching her clit when we both get startled by the sound of the doorbell.

"Fuck" Santana moaned

"Santana?"

We immediately stopped. Santana looks a little pissed and she screamed in annoyance.

"Santana?" The voice from the outside called again.

"I know that's Quinn and if it's nothing important I'll kill her!"

"Santana be nice!" I say and winked at her before I kissed her again. "We'll continue later," I then walked back to the kitchen counter and open the stove to finish making the pancakes.

Santana then left the kitchen to open the door.

I heard sobbing as I start putting the pancakes on the plate and it sounded not really nice and serious. So I prepared three plates and glasses for us.

Not long enough when she came back with Quinn beside her who's in tears and looked in so much pain.

"Hi Britt, I'm sorry for coming here like this," Quinn apologized.

I moved to hug Quinn. "It's okay, you're Santana's best friend and I don't get to tell who's welcome here or not because this isn't my house." I giggled. "You're Santana's best friend and we're friends now, right?"

"Yeah, that's right," Quinn said and smiled.

"Can we eat breakfast now? I'm excited to eat Brittany's pancake!" Santana whines. Both Quinn and I laughed.

"Wanky!" We said in unison.

We three had breakfast together as Quinn and I laughed to Santana's corny jokes. After breakfast I helped Santana in the kitchen until Santana suggested to watch a movie.

"Hmm I don't think I can watch movies with you and Quinn today. I really have to go San," I whispered to Santana.

"Wait, why? I would love to cuddle with you and I'm sure Quinn won't mind," Santana says and pouted at me.

"I know baby, but I can feel that Quinn need some time alone with you. She came here crying and it looks like she needs your help."

Santana smiled and kissed me. "Awe, okay baby. But I'm gonna miss you, I swear. Hmm, let me walk you to your car."

I smiled and kissed her.

I said goodbye to Quinn and gave her a warm hug.

"Are you sure you're leaving early?" Quinn asked with worry.

"Yes, besides I have to clean my room because I left it messy yesterday," I told Quinn.

Quinn hugged me this time. "Okay, take care Britt and drive safe."

"That's enough Lucy. She's mine," Santana says glaring at Quinn.

"If Santana was a fish, what could it be?" Quinn mumbles.

"A jelly fish." I answered and squealed when Santana runs to tickle me. "Stop!"

"I'll take you to your car now, woman!" Santana says laughing as she takes me in a bride style.

Santana opens my car door and carefully dropped me on the driver seat. "Will I see you tomorrow?" She asked.

"You can see me anytime," I said grinning.

"Then I'll try to come to your house later. I love you so much, babe."

"I love you too!"

After I left the Berry's house, I took my phone and sent a text message to Hannah, asking where she is.

As I got to the house, I dropped my things, went upstairs and started cleaning my room since it was still early. I was dusting my computer table, putting papers scattered in one folder, my pencils in one case, until my hand felt and grabbed a familiar folder.

It was the same folder I opened before and inside of it read the name of Rachel Berry. My heart donor.

I know I'm being selfish not telling Santana what I found out. I love her and I can't risk losing her.

"I love her, I do. That's why I'm protecting her from getting hurt," I say only to myself as I looked on the paper with Rachel's name written on it.

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Hannah's POV

I was driving heading to home after I woke up and realized I was in a parking lot with a messed up lips. I remember passing out last night in my car because of too much alcohol I had but didn't remember if I had a fight with someone, my lips fucking hurts so bad. Then I remembered why I got drunk. I scoffed out of my annoyance of how this girl Cindy has huge effect on me.

Clearly the girl was playing on me. She left me last night saying insulting things on my face and now she still have the guts to ring my phone. Fuck her!

Finally, I'm home. I get out of the car and shut its door. I entered the house and immediately walks up the stairs. I heard audible sound from my sister's room so I walked toward her room to check on her.

"Britt, hey I'm sorry I was late. Is everything fine?" I see her just staring at the paper she was holding.

"Britt-Britt?" I called again.

"Hey, sissy?"

"Brittany?!" I called her louder this time.

I guess it took her off of her trance which made her dropped the papers she was holding.

"Hey, are you okay?" I moved fast to help her pickup the papers.

"Hannah, I'm okay. Back off!" She screamed at me which took me aback and then she started to cry so I immediately held my sister around my arms.

"Britt, what's wrong? Did Santana do something bad?"

"I don't want this, I don't want this, I don't want this..." She kept on mumbling.

"Hey, Britt, please tell me what's wrong," I say as I was stroking her back to calm her down. "Whatever it is, you're gonna be okay," I said though I don't have any idea why she was saying those words.

"She's going to hate me, Hannah," she says as she sobs.

"Who?"

"Santana," she says choking with her own tears.

"Why would Santana hate you?"

Brittany moved away as she took all the papers scattered on the floor before she handed them to me.

"What are these?"

"Just read the last page" and so I did.

The papers show the result of her heart transplant surgery and at the very last it mentions a name. The name of her heart donor.

"Rachel Berry? Britt, I'm still confused. I don't even know this girl."

"Santana does," she says and cries again.

I looked sadly at my sister as I took her hands waiting for her to tell me more about this Rachel girl.

"She was... S-she was Santana's girlfriend. She died because of brain tumor."

"And Santana didn't know about..."

"Yes, she didn't know I had undergone a heart transplant, that Rachel was my donor. I'm just not sure if Santana knew anything what Rachel did or signed. I planned on telling Santana but I couldn't! I'm afraid that if I tell her I might lose her or she'll only love me because she sees Rachel in me," she says so heartbroken as she trembles in tears.

I helped her sit on the bed. She covers her face mumbling words of "I love her, Hannah...I'm such a bad person. I feel so bad for wishing a heart donor. It's like I wished for Rachel's death to save me from dying."

"Brittany stop thinking like that! You don't know her and you don't know Santana before anything of this happened. You didn't wish for her to die, she was dying. You didn't wish to meet Santana and fall for her, it just all happened."

"I know but..."

"She's not going to hate you" I told her.

"You can't say that" she says.

"Okay, well maybe she'll be upset but I don't think she could hate you. How long you've been keeping this from her?"

"Three months."

"My god, Britt..."

"I know, I'm selfish! I'm sorry. I just don't know what to do," she breaks down in front of me.

My heart breaks seeing my sister in so much pain but I want her to do the right thing "Brittany, please tell Santana before anyone could beat you to it. She'll be hurt knowing that you kept this from her." I sighed and hugged my sister again. I love her dearly and I hate seeing her like this "Brittany, she loves you. She will forgive you. Tell her before someone could."

"How do I tell her?"

"Britt, there was no perfect time, date, mood or place to tell her this..." I stopped and let out a breath. "Okay, maybe a good mood could help. The point is, If you keep this for another month, you would be surprised you can keep this for a year or forever. You don't wanna hurt her but who's suffering now? It's you. And if you continue this, and she finds out, in the end you'll both end up hating each other."

"She's coming tonight. Maybe tonight will be the right time to tell her everything."

"Whenever you're ready, pumpkin. You know I will always be right here for you. I love you."

"I love you too. I'm just afraid of what she's gonna think of me."

"Everything is going to be okay. Now fix yourself and you better hide that folder somewhere safe and you tell Santana everything before she finds it."

She nodded in response. "Yes, I'll make-" Then Brittany clutches to me and her hand grips harder to my arms.

"Britt!"

"Han..."

"Britt, what's wrong?" I asked in worry before she yelped in pain. I held her closer to mine for support.

She shook her head and I can see how she's having a hard time to breathe. "No, no, no... I'm fine."

"Are you fucking kidding me? You don't look okay!"

"Hannah, please. I'm just-" Brittany fell onto me and lost her consciousness. I tried to calm myself and took my phone to call 911.

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Quinn's POV

"Hey Lucy ready to tell me what's going on?" Santana asked shouting from the kitchen.

"Really?" I say giving her a death glare as she came back holding two mugs in her hands.

"Quinn," she says then rolling her eyes.

"Thanks, you can take a seat now," I smiled sarcastically.

She handed me one of the mug. "Wow I'm surprised you gave me a tea this time," because of the fact that Santana hates tea.

"That's Leroy's actually. I hate tea you know it," she mumbles and sips to her coffee. She then sat down next to me, took the remote from my hand and turned off the TV.

"I'm watching!"

"No, you're going to tell me what's going on," Santana says and sips to her coffee.

I sighed and took a deep breath. I don't know how to tell my best friend about this feeling that I'm going through. But she's the only person that I know who could understand me.

"Santana, it's a little bit shocking-"

"Are you pregnant?"

"What?! Above anything you can think of, you're thinking that I'm pregnant?" I say looking at her unbelievable.

She held up her hands and says, "Okay, not preggy. Sorry, I'm just worried seeing you like this."

"I'm upset, I'm confused and I don't know what I'm going to do about my feelings."

She looks at me, squinting her eyes as she took her mug again to drink. "Okay, go on."

"I'm upset because I felt horrible about what I did to this girl. I shouldn't led her on. I'm confused because all I know is I like her to be my friend but I'm feeling something more towards this girl. Tell me what can I do? I like her but, it wouldn't be right for me to like girls," I rambled through my own words.

Santana choked by her drink. " What the fuck? Did you just confessed that you like girls and you hate the thought of having a relationship with the same sex? and excuse me, can you enumerate things what's not to like with same sex couples? We're fabulous, and every homophobes are jealous about us. Don't tell me you're a homophobe now because I will not hesitate to send Satan in your house."

"What!? Wait, no. It's not like that. I'm not a homophobe because duh, you're a lesbian and you're my best friend. Haven't I told you when my parents found out about it, they told me to unfriend you and to never talk to you anymore. I can't do that because... Well, I hate to admit it but you're the sweetest best friend in the whole wide world and I fucking love you like a real sister. You know I don't have a sister."

Santana dramatically let out a breath. "Jesus Christ! Thank you!" She says with her hands holding one another as she looks up on the ceiling. Then she looks at me smiling. "You're like a sister to me too Quinn." She says and hugged me. "Thanks for adding 'fucking' in your words. Finally you sound like a badass and it didn't came out super cheesy." I rolled my eyes as she pulled from the hug. "Your dad is an asshole by the way," she mumbles so then I pushed her.

"What?" She laughs.

"You're so mean, Lopez, but thank you so much." I say and laughed with her.

Then I thought about her again which made me stop laughing. My eyes gets blur that I didn't know I was crying until I felt my body starts to tremble. Santana moved closer to mine. I felt her hand stroking my back, which helped me to calm down.

"You're right about me," I told her crying.

"About what?" She asked still stroking my back. "I'm here to listen, Quinn. I'm your best friend. You can tell me anything."

"You're right... I like girls... No, what I mean is there's this girl that I have my eyes on. I told her last night that we can't be together because I just can't. I don't even know if I'm really gay. I thought it was just a brief intense infatuation but it's not."

Santana looks at me with a side smile. She leaned forward and kissed me on my forehead before she took my hands. "Quinn, first I want you to know that I'm always gonna be here for you no matter what. Second, you don't have to label yourself. If you like someone then you gotta follow what you feel. And third, yes you can. If you want her, just be with her. Why do you think you can't?

I shook my head crying. "Because of my beliefs and my parents. You know that. They strictly believe that a woman should be with a man. My dad is the Mayor and he can easily find and hurt her. My dad can do bad things just to make a portrait of a perfect family."

"Yeah, very saint of him," Santana mutters. "But do you believe he can hurt anyone? He could've hurt me or threaten me to not be friends with you."

"He can't hurt you. My dad and your dad are partners in business that's why he only talked to me about it."

"And even if he hurt me, I will stay as your best friend."

"I know that," I said half smiling.

Santana smiles at me. "Now, tell me about this woman of yours," she says wiggling her brows.

I wiped my tears away and chuckled. "She's not my woman."

"Yet."

"How sure are you that we're going to be together?"

"Oh, come on! Give yourself a chance to be with someone you really like!"

"I don't know. She hates me now."

"What's her name?"

"I only got her first name. It was Hannah."

"What a cute name!" She exclaimed. "What does Hannah look like?" She asked and sips again to her mug of coffee. "Oh, it's cold already! Sorry, now tell me about this chick."

I then felt my cheeks started to heat up. "Well, she's not that tall, she's cute, she's blonde, she's actually adorable because she talks a lot, she's a total dork and her laugh makes me laugh too."

Santana frowns. "Wait... Hannah, right?"

I nodded and gave her a confused look. "What?"

"Weird... Why am I thinking of Brittany's sister?" she mumbles.

"Brittany's sister?"

"But that's not possible. She's dating some girl which she gave a nickname of Cinderella." Santana scoffed, "Very mysterious."

My eyes went wide. "No way!"

Santana burst into laugh. "I know right? Cinderella sounds very funny! I thought it was stupid!"

I gasp how she thinks that way. "You're such a bitch!" I say before I punched her arm.

"Aww! What the hell? What's wrong with you?"

"I am that girl you're calling stupid!"

Santana looks surprised. "Wait, you were that girl?"

"Yes! I don't know, maybe?" I then took my phone out of my pocket and scrolled through my gallery folder. "Here, we have pictures from our previous dates," I said handing my phone to her.

"Holly shit! Quinn, this is Brittany's sister!"

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Santana's POV

Quinn and I talked about Hannah for hours. I still couldn't believe that it was Brittany's sister. As much as I'm excited to share this with Britt, I can't. Because I promise Quinn not to tell anything to anyone including Brittany.

It was almost lunch time when we decided to leave the house. Quinn treats me for lunch and we parted ways after that.

I was driving towards Brittany's house and was about to call her when my phone starts ringing so I took it and went to answer.

"Hello?"

"Hi Santana, it's me Shelby. I was wondering if we could meet today and have a talk before I get a flight back to New York?"

At first I was hesitant but it sounded urgent and important so I agreed to meet her. "Okay, tell me the time and place."

After the call, I dialed Leroy's number and told him that I have to do some errands and promised to be back at night. I didn't open up about meeting Shelby.

I started driving to Breadsticks and got there 15 minutes early before 2 pm which is the exact time she told me she would meet me. Gladly Shelby reserved a seat for us.

I just sat in the table reserved for us when I heard Shelby's voice. I saw her talking with the waitress who pointed towards me. I waved at Shelby and she smiles before she walks to our table and kissed me on the cheek.

"Hey, how are you?" She greets.

"I'm doing fine," I say smiling at her.

"Have you taken your order?"

I shook my head. "No, I'm okay. I'm actually full since I just had a big lunch with Quinn."

"Well, anything would you like to have? A glass of juice maybe?"

"I'll have four seasons and breadsticks," I say smiling into a grin. What? I couldn't say no to breadsticks!

Then Shelby waved at the waitress and said our orders. It didn't take too long when our order was served in our table.

Shelby and I talked about a lot of stuff. We talked about school and what's my plan for college. It was like I'm talking to my mom. I almost jump from my seat when she told me that she'll be glad to have me in her house in New York if I plan to go there for college. I told her that I have to talk about it with my parents and my girlfriend.

"Girlfriend huh?" Shelby giggles.

"Yes, umm we've been together for 3 months now. She's adorably awesome, beautiful, smart and she's everything I could ask for," I say proudly.

Shelby shows her famous grin. "You sound so in love Santana. I'm so happy for you."

"Thanks! Brittany is the best thing that's ever happened to me ever since Rachel," I said half smiling.

"Brittany?"

"Yes, Brittany S. Pierce."

"Brittany S. Pierce," she says and it came out like she was confirming a name.

I looked at her raising my eye brows this time. "Oh, have you two met already? Do you know my girlfriend?" I say a little bit surprised.

"No, not really... I- i just heard her name from one of your dads," she says.

"Is there something wrong?" I asked since I noticed her aura suddenly changed.

"No... Umm... I'm fine. Would you like to have more breadsticks?" Shelby didn't wait for me to respond when she waved her hand to call the waitress and asked for another bucket of breadsticks. "I'll just go to the bathroom for a minute," she says and excused herself.

I felt weird and confused.

After several minutes, Shelby gets back in our table and smiled.

"Santana, I'm sorry but I really have to go. It was nice seeing you today. You can still enjoy your breadsticks. I already paid our order on the counter," she says and was about to go when I grabbed her hand.

"W-wait, that's it? You can't just leave me here." I told her sounding annoyed. "Why do I feel like you wanted to tell me something and that you just decided to back out?"

She looks at me with tears in her eyes. She then took out something from her bag. It was a small envelope folded in half.

"Just call me if you have more questions," she says as she handed me the envelope.

"What's this?"

"It's everything that you need to know," Shelby moved closer and hugs me. "Take care of yourself and take care of your girlfriend," she says half smiling before she kissed me on my forehead and leaves.

I was about to run after her when my phone rings and it showed Brittany's phone number.

"Hello, Britt?"

"Santana. It's me Hannah. Could you drive and follow us here in the hospital? Something happened to Brittany and she doesn't look okay."

I almost dropped my phone hearing those words and started thinking of the worst things "I- I' ll be right there."

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AN:

See, I told you guys. I suck. XD.

Please comment/review... Jeez, don't keep it to yourself, don't be selfish. ;P xoxo

-Thanks MDFT, I love you and I miss you! xoxo.