Where Your True Loyalty Lies [A Brittana Fanfiction]

#5------Don't Leave Me

When Santana finally came to her senses, she heard the sound of someone running away from her. She figured that it was the asshole who shot her, since when she opened her eyes, she saw Brittany, leaning over her, red in the face and tears falling. 

"You're make-up's messed up," was the first thing Santana managed to say when she looked at the blonde above her. That caused Brittany to smile a bit, but she immediately started sobbing. Santana wanted to say something more, but breathing was extremely hard for her.

Brittany began putting pressure on Santana's bullet wound, making Santana cry out in pain. "I'm...I'm so...so sorry, Santana...I'm so damn stupid!" Brittany cried. Even though she was in mind-blowing pain, Santana put a hand on Brittany's face. "You...Brittany S. Pierce...are not s-stupid...you are...the smartest person...I know...and I..." Santana's eyes fluttered shut. Brittany did not want Santana to die and not know the truth, so she screamed "WAKE UP!!" and slapped Santana's face.

Santana's eyes shot open and looked really confused. "S-sorry. I didn't want you to...to leave me without knowing..." Brittany sniffed and put her head down. "With...out knowing what?" Santana whispered.

"Brittany? Santana? Are you guys down here?" asked a voice at an end of the alley. Brittany whipped her head toward the person and realized it was Finn. "Finn! Help us! Please!! Santana's hurt!" Brittany screamed. Finn ran down the alley and kneeled down beside Santana, on the opposite side of Brittany. Finn's face was full of fear, sadness, and shock. "Hey Pudding Cup," mumbled Santana, with a smile.

"I'll call 911. The others are right behind me somewhere. Just...Just hold on Santana," Finn said. "Don't...worry, Finn...thank...you," Santana rhasped. Finn got up off his knees and dialed the number. Santana heard the voices of the Glee club coming closer and thought, "Well, this is the last time I'll hear any of those ladies and gays."

The only thing that mattered to Santana right now was seeing Brittany before she "went to sleep". "What...what were you going...to tell me?" Santana breathed. Brittany focused her attention on the Latina under her. "I didn't want to tell you in the club...but I was too cowardly to say it...Santana...I've always loved you...even when I'm with Sam, I'd rather be with you...because I love you..." Brittany lost it after that. She couldn't stop crying.

At this time, Finn had called 911, the ambulance was on the way, and everyone was gathered near Santana and Brittany. Kurt and Mercedes were holding each other; Blaine clinging onto Kurt; Rachel had her face buried in Finn's chest; Mike, Tina, and Artie were holding each others hands; Puck was sitting on the ground, head in his hands; Quinn and Sam ventured the closest to Santana and Brittany.

"Brit..." Sam mumbled, and put a hand on her shoulder. "GET OFF ME!! DON'T YOU SEE THAT WE'RE HAVING A MOMENT!" hissed Brittany, looking daggers at Sam. Sam jumped and backed away from the pair. Quinn was standing a good distance away, but could hear everything that the pair was saying.

Now, Santana really started having trouble breathing and staying awake. She tasted her own blood and knew that her time was soon to be over. She started coughing and started to feel numb in her arms and legs. "Kiss me..." Santana whispered. "But you won't be able to breathe!" Brittany screamed in distress. "Just...just do it...please..." Santana pleaded.

Brittany leaned in very slightly, then finally all the way, and placed a feather light kiss on Santana's lips. Even though it was a short and small kiss, it meant the world to both of them. "Brit...I...love...you..." and with that, Santana's breath ran out.

"NO!! Don't leave me! Please don't leave me!!! Come back to me! I love you!! Please!! Come back to me..."