Everything is foggy and I feel really lost. It smells like alcohol. I hear the sound of a semi horn honking in the distance. It feels like it's coming closer. I'm getting scared, so I take off running to who knows where. My footsteps crash and echo like a bunch of pots and pans falling out of a cabinet. I don't know who or what I'm running from, but the sound of my feet scares me even more. They make me feel like whatever it is will have no trouble finding me.

"Santana!" I scream. I don't know why I scream, it just makes more noise. I guess I just really want her to protect me. So I keep screaming her name until I trip and fall on the ground. The horn is still honking and everything is still foggy so I just curl up in a ball and start crying. I don't know how long I'm on the floor for, but eventually I hear small footsteps coming my way. I look up and see a dark shape coming towards me. My insides are frozen with fear but I can't bring myself to move. So I just tuck my head in my arms and sit there. Suddenly I feel cold hands on my shoulders. The hands bring me up to look and it's Santana. She looks sad and hollow. And her hands are cold. This isn't how she normally feels.

"Brittany…" she whispers. I open my mouth to speak but nothing comes out.

"Brittany…" she repeats. She keeps saying it over and over and over…

…

"Brittany…"

Brittany woke with a start. That had to be the weirdest dream ever. She blinked sleepily a few times until she saw Santana hovering over her, stroking her hair. She smiled a huge grin.

"Hey. Do you feel better?" she asked Santana. Brittany didn't know for sure, but it seemed like a small flash of pain hit Santana's face when she asked that.

"Yeah, I'm sorry, for how I acted earlier. It's just…I was really stressed out over what happened and I'm tired and there's so much I have to plan and-"
"Shh," Brittany put a finger to Santana's lips to silence her. "It's okay, I forgive you." She flashed Santana an innocent smile and Santana returned the favor. Brittany really wanted to kiss her but felt too tired and weak to reach up to her.

"So you ready to get out of here?" Santana asked with a grin. Brittany squealed.

"Really? I can leave?" she inquired excitedly.

"Just about. You're going to have to stay here one more night, but tomorrow afternoon you're free to go!" Santana replied.

"That's great! Where are we going?" Brittany asked innocently. Okay, Brittany could have sworn a small look of panic flashed across Santana's face when she asked that.

"H-home, of course! I-I guess you, uhm, don't remember? We have an apartment with Rachel and Finn!" she responded shakily.

"Oh, really? Wow, I must have hit my head pretty hard. How long have we lived there? Are Finn and Rachel married?" Brittany questioned.

"Uhm…" Santana paused. "You did hit your head pretty hard. I'm surprised you even remember me! A lot happened after graduation…I guess you just don't remember anything!" she answered with a nervous smile. "I can fill you in later when we're back, safe and sound? Okay? Right now, you need to rest up for our big day tomorrow."

"Okay," Brittany complied. She smiled up at Santana, her eyes sparkling with love and trust. Santana smiled back, hesitantly. Then she slowly leaned down and softly embraced Brittany's lips with her own, in a kiss that was both tender and uncertain. It was a weird feeling for Brittany, usually their kisses were full of passion and need for one another. But maybe Santana was just being gentle because of the accident.