Santana quickly calculated the necessary actions needed to deal with Rachel as she clung on desperately to the bottom of the railing. Hmm, guess those man-hands really are useful in some things. She blocked out the noises from all around and centered her thoughts as the pivotal moment of Berry's demise was imminent. She could save the midget and try to get back into Brittany's good graces, but that would mean forever being shunned from hell and probably living a never ending nightmare of perpetual pain from her employer. Or she could let her drop to the ground, be done with the whole thing and kiss the idea of ever being with the blond angel goodbye. Decisions, decisions, what are you going to do Lucifer?

The continuous noise from Quinn yelling down below, Rachel screaming help in her damaged voice and Brittany's call for her attention swam about as Santana looked on at the scene. Only when she heard the sound of the liquor bottle smashing against the concrete floor below did she snap to attention and make her final decision. Turning around to face Brittany, Santana finally returned her attention to the light angel she had pointedly ignored before. The pained and baffled look Brittany sent her cut into her immediately and she almost retracted her plans, but with a determined face and an iron grip on her emotions she stared back at the sparkling blue eyes in front of her.

"What do you want from me Brittany?"
"San…please. I know you don't like Rachel but please, for me. Just…no more."
"No more what? You need to be a bit clearer dear, time's a ticking and I don't know how long the midget can dangle like that."
"Santana, please stop this. What happened? I thought you were done with hurting Rachel, weren't you happy with me?"
"Those are two different things, and no. Honestly, I can't believe you would think that I could give up such an easy job for you. Who do you think I am? I'm Santana motherfucking Lucifer, not you or anybody else is gonna tell me how to do what I do best!"
"You… you're lying. You don't mean that. Stop it."
"Oh, you don't think so? Honestly I didn't think you would be that stupid or that gullible. Come on, you know what I am and you can't change me any more than I can change myself. I just used you, led you on and I'm surprised you even believed me."
"Stop it, Santana!"
"No, I'm not done. You were so easy, in every sense of the word. It's a pity you had to find out this way, you were of some good use at least, too bad we had to end this way."
"What are you talking about San? End in what-"

Before Brittany could finish her sentence, Santana abruptly turned around and snapped her fingers resulting in a suddenly loss of strength in Rachel's arms and her subsequent fall. The slow motion effects were put into play as Santana watched the terrified face of Berry and her body slowly fall down to the street. Rachel's eyes conveyed her terror while her mouth shaped an 'O' as her arms spun slowly like pinwheels next to her. The actual action of Rachel slipping and falling away was probably within a few seconds, but in Santana's timeline, it felt like hours. She didn't know how it happened or what exactly forced her hand to move discreetly, but as she watched Berry fall two flights down and continue her descent towards the pavement, a wild gust of wind suddenly pushed her small body into the top of the railings on the 5th floor.

The jolt and concussion following Rachel's fall knocked her out as her body viciously collided with the 5th floor railing and she slumped over safely back onto a neighbor's balcony. The loud smack and rattle of two hard objects colliding suddenly sped up time for Santana as she looked on and noticed the mass of onlookers down below as they witnessed the near death of Rachel Barbra Berry. Quinn was nowhere to be found, most likely sprinting up the staircase to check on her now prone girlfriend. The force of the loud noises around her shook Santana from her catatonic state and she blinked and scrunched her eyes in confusion.

What the fuck happened? Wasn't Berry supposed to fall to the ground, spreading her brain matter everywhere? Santana could still see the small but discernible rise and fall of Rachel's chest on the balcony. She was bleeding all over the place, no doubt from the hard impact on the railing, but overall she was alive. Rachel Berry was still alive and Santana did not kill her. What the fuck just happened? Not liking and understanding the scenario, Santana continued her focus on the few seconds that just passed. She was startled slightly as a blur of white and gold flew past her and floated near the now hysterical and crying Quinn along the limp body of Berry lying on the ground.

Santana wanted to check, her body itched to move forward, her curiosity telling her to find out how Berry ended up on another balcony and not the floor. She refused to believe she had anything to do with it. I mean okay, so her hand twitched a little, but its not like she was thinking of saving the loud midget, right? She watched on as paramedics, police and firemen crowded around the couple, trying to disentangle a screaming Quinn so they could safely move Berry's body into an ambulance. The crowd mumbling below was like a cacophony of disbelief, horror, worry, curiosity and general talk about the incident that had passed before their eyes. Words like suicide, drunk, drugs, abuse and other sentences floated up past Santana as she now focused her attention on the one blond who wasn't fighting off EMTs.

Brittany wasn't moving. She just floated there on the other side of the railing, peering in at the scene of Rachel getting strapped to the gurney and slowly lifted out of the apartment. She continued in her unresponsive state looking on as Quinn was consoled only to collapse onto the floor. Santana wondered why she found herself rooted to her spot. The logical thing would be to flee as quickly as possible, but the image of Brittany looking forlornly at Quinn kept her in her place. Quinn was in tears being slowly helped up by an officer; they quietly whispered words of perhaps comfort and information about the intended whereabouts of her girlfriend. The urgent way they began speaking though could clearly be seen as questioning about the incident with the fallen singer.

What could Santana do? On a real technicality, her job was done. Not the exact outcome she wanted for her grand plan, but Sue wasn't that specific about the ending of it. She hoped at least this would appease the overlord of hell enough to forget the glaring fact that Berry was still very much alive. Squeezing her eyes shut in order to gather her thoughts, she opened them slowly and made sure her poker face was intact before facing Brittany again. Like a quick rip of a band aid, Santana flipped herself down to the balcony below to face what surely would be an excruciating confrontation.

"Hmm… guess it really must be the midget's lucky day. Oh well, I'll take what I get." Santana stared at Brittany as the blond angel remained motionless regardless of the verbal jab. Uncertain if Brittany heard her speak, Santana cleared her throat loudly to try and attract some attention from the blond beauty.
"You know, it's a bit odd to see you like this. You never struck me as a very quiet person, I mean it's not like you were that quiet when we were doing it-"
"Don't." Ahh, so she speaks.
"Well I mean there's nothing to be ashamed of, you were quite good with the-"
"Don't!" Shocked at the scream directed towards her, Santana hovered back a tad, only to set her face again and sneer back.
"Oh I'm sorry sweet cheeks, did that hurt your feelings? I told you, I am who I am, a monster. I won't apologize for what I've done."
"Stop it Santana! Just stop! Don't make it seem like what we had was nothing. You know how I feel about you. Don't make it seem like my feelings don't mean anything to you! I love you, why can't you just understand that?"

Her eyes burned into Santana's. The normally cyan colored irises shifted to an almost metallic fiery blue and had myriad flashes of color flickering past them as the colors were further enhanced by her tears. Everything shut down, Santana's body refused to respond to anything except to view the mix of confusion, heartache, anguish, disappointment, and love, radiating from Brittany's body. This moment was the first time she had ever felt real fear. Sure, anything Sylvester dished her way was horrible but always duly expected. Not this. She was deathly afraid of Brittany right now.

Santana was frightened. She didn't understand how this simple action of Brittany looking at her with those eyes could make her so scared. Those eyes that burned everything away were the same eyes that tore down her defenses and loved Santana. Most importantly, they were the eyes that Santana so desperately loved back. Everything became crystal clear to her as Brittany stared her down, daring her to disprove anything she said, forcing her to come to terms with what she'd done. What Santana motherfucking Lucifer had done. Brittany waited for her to speak, to say anything that might negate what she knew to be true, the true factor in their relationship.

Brittany's body language said it all. It screamed out messages that barraged Santana's mind over and over again as she continued her staring contest with the beautiful angel. Santana couldn't rip her eyes away even if she wanted to; she was frozen in shock and fear. The statements resounded in her mind, almost burning straight through her body. They continued screaming out in Brittany's voice, 'Tell me the truth! Don't lie to me! Don't do this! I love you! I know you love me back, tell me! Tell me you love me!'

She didn't know what to do. There were so many times Brittany had left her speechless, but this was the only time she felt immobilized. Santana couldn't say it, she didn't want to acknowledge what she knew could ruin her forever. But try as she might she couldn't stop her own internal struggle. She felt her brain break free from its steel cage and bounce haphazardly in her head trying desperately to respond to its golden partner. It rambled off in her mind as Santana forcibly kept her mouth shut for fear of what could leak out if she should part her lips even a crack.

'Yes, I love you, I do!'

Running never gets you anywhere. At least in this case it got Santana straight back into the depths of hell. After a long period of not moving and speaking, Santana decided the best option was to bounce. She couldn't look at Brittany any more. Her resolve to stop the words from coming out of her mouth were failing rapidly and she really didn't want to know what would happen if she said the 'L' word. So, she ran. Well more like poofed outta there in a burst of flames, but its still the same. She closed her eyes before departing, not wanting to see Brittany's face and her reaction to another one of her Houdini acts. She was really getting kind of good at them now. But honestly what could she do? Santana wasn't going to suddenly profess her undying love for an angel who only minutes before just witnessed her attempt at murdering the dwarf. Fuck! Why was her eternity such a shithole?

First things first, did she really just save Berry? I mean okay so her hand moved a little, it doesn't mean she conjured a wind or anything. Did she? No way, she was Santana motherfucking Lucifer, saving isn't even in her vocabulary. So then how did the midget end up on another balcony instead of kissing the pavement? There was no way some rogue gust of wind pushed Berry's body far enough back into the confines of another railing without it being some kind of supernatural occurrence. Did Brittany do it? It certainly didn't look like she moved so how did this all happen?

Santana paced her living room as she gnawed on her own lips in frustration. She had so many questions and not enough answers to the stormy thoughts raging in her mind. Did she really just save Rachel 'treasure trail' Berry? If she did, which she highly doubted, why in the fucking hell did she? Even if the dwarf didn't die, it didn't look like she was left unscathed from the ordeal. I mean the blood was everywhere, so something must be broken. Who knows, if Santana was lucky, the fall could've somehow miraculously killed her vocal chords. Santana stilled her movements for a second as she contemplated her actions following the eventful evening. Sue would be calling upon her again sometime soon. News travels fast and Santana couldn't figure out if she should prepare for a decent outcome or her own funeral. Sylvester was definitely not the forgiving type and there was no way Santana was going to get away with things scot free. That would be too easy and Santana's life was anything but fucking easy.

"FUCK MY GODAMN LIFE!"

You know the first sign of schizophrenia is talking to yourself, right?

"Fuck you too. What are you like my stupid conscience? Do I even have one of those anyway?"

Well, I mean you do have a heart so it would figure that you have a conscience also.

"Shut the hell up. Get out of my brain you bastard!"

On a technicality I am your brain dimwit. Now you've put yourself between a rock and a hard place and I'm here to help you out, or at least be more outspoken about your interests.

"I don't know what the fuck you're talking about, this just means I'm finally going goddamn crazy and I should really start packing for a vacation."

Oh don't get your panties in a twist Santana, should I spell it out for you? I'm your brain, we're the same person, and I'm here to help you.

"Look I don't need your help; you haven't helped me before, I mean come on, look what I've done."

Look at it this way, what's done is done, move on, get your ass off the floor and fix your problems, stop being such a bitch.

"Oh what the fuck do you know?"

I'm You, dumb-ass, remember?

"Right whatever. Look Berry isn't dead which means I'm dead, so in turn if you're not churning out any solutions then you need to stop being such a bitch and think of something."

You're the bitch.

"Great, just fucking magnificent, I've finally lost my damn mind and I'm now having a conversation with my own brain, this is just fucking perfect."

Look, so far Sylvester has no idea what you did. Either you make a run for it and try to hide or you take the punishment and maybe she'll stop torturing you after a few centuries. Highly unlikely but who knows, there's also option 3 of course.

"What the hell is option 3?"

Brittany.

"Fuck you. We're done, I can't see her anymore."

Santana walked over to her couch and dropped heavily into the smooth and soft surface only to hold her head in her hands and continue muttering out loud.

"I can't, you saw her face, I just can't, and I mean how could she even love me anymore?"

She does love you, you know that, and you love her back.

"I…I do. But seeing her look at me like that, like I hurt her so badly…I don't deserve her."

That's something we can both agree on but for now, why not go and see her. At least to say goodbye properly if anything else. I mean you did run out on her again, like a pussy.

"Shut the fuck up would you? What was I going to do, stand there and watch as I break her heart all over again? I can't do that anymore…"

Aren't you doing that every time you leave her?

"I don't know, everything's fucked already, I would only make things worse for her."

Whoever thought someone so cunning could be so stupid? As your brain, I think it's time for you to stop thinking so much and just act. Follow your heart. You haven't used it in a while, if ever.

"What if Brittany can't stand being with me anymore?"

Then beg, beg for forgiveness, get on your knees and proclaim your love, either that or stay here and get your ass whooped. What's it gonna be?

Santana sighed."You already know the answer to that don't you, you are me."

That I am Lucifer, that I am.

Santana found it a little weird to be searching for Brittany this time, considering that she spent so much time doing the exact opposite of that. She could always check up on Berry on the chance that Brittany would most likely be there. She could also check in on her victim, maybe if she was lucky the dwarf would've passed on sometime between the balcony incident and the hospital.

It was pretty easy to find the midget actually. Her entire life story was splashed all over the tabloids. Titles like 'Star of new show Rachel Barbra Berry commits suicide?', 'Drugs, alcohol, the toxic lifestyle of Ms. Berry', or Santana's favorite one, 'New star Rachel Berry believed she could fly!'

The hospital room housing Rachel was is a moderately sized single room, probably courtesy of her short rise to fame. Dozens of flowers, get well cards and other paraphernalia littered the tables and chairs. In the mess of it all lay the star herself, wrapped in numerous bandages and hooked up to a breathing apparatus. It was clear to see that the girl was severely hurt and if the rumors were right, she must've fallen into a coma after being brought to the hospital to be treated. The head trauma from falling on a hard surface caused some internal damage, resulting in her prone state and the reason for the ragged looking blond sitting near her. Quinn sat bent over on the hospital bed holding onto Rachel's hand and silently crying into the sheets.

Santana thought the scene was very much out of a daytime soap opera. All that was missing would probably be the handsome doctor and the distraught parents along with the hot nurse. Standing there, Santana was sure Brittany had somehow been in the room before. The room was bathed in her scent instead of the usual acrid stench of disinfectants, sickness and death. Even pieces of the room screamed Brittany, though the current residents would never realize or know they had an angel around. Several bouquets of daffodils were scattered around, a few stuffed animals including a duck and, of course, the get well soon cards depicting a sunset. So Brittany was definitely around, just not now. Santana wondered if she left right now, would Brittany even realize she was in the room at all. Probably not, considering nothing in the room screamed 'Lucifer,' so she decided to wait it out. Brittany was bound to come back sometime and Santana would just have to wait.

Walking over and standing by a far wall Santana looked on at the couple and tried to see if she felt an ounce of regret or sadness. Technically if she had a heart, then she should be having those other feelings too right? She should feel bad about dropping the midget and maybe sending her permanently into the sandman's realm. Nothing came though and Santana continued to watch as Quinn was wracked with sobs. She still felt nothing. Maybe working the job really had made her a stone cold bitch. Regardless, she still felt nothing, so why was it she only felt something around Brittany and no one else? What was it about the light angel that caused Santana to feel, to actually love? Now would be a good time for her brain to start talking about it but of course, the damned thing decided to stay quiet. The only thing Santana could hear was the beeping of the machines and the occasional whimper from Quinn.

Waiting for Brittany was a bit like watching sand in a hourglass. You know the time is slowly running out but it's going by excruciatingly slow. The beeping noise and the soft sounds of Quinn crying were literally driving her insane. It was almost never ending until a rough voice reached her ears.

"Baby, I'm so sorry. Please just wake up. I just thought you wanted some space. If I knew… If I knew things would come to this, I would've done something. I should've fought for you, I shouldn't have left, and I'm sorry Rachel. Please, just let me know you're okay." Only the steady beeping of machines could be heard answering Quinn's request.
"Please God, if you're hearing this… Please let Rachel be okay. I'll do anything…just please, bring her back to me."

A sudden brightness, warmth and smell of flowers assaulted Santana's senses and allowed her to breathe in the scent of Brittany before being graced by the angel herself. She stood silent and still as Brittany walked over to Quinn to console her as she once did for Berry. Brittany's actions seemed to be apologetic and calming, putting Quinn at ease and rest. Brittany was the brightest thing in the room; her presence alone bathed the space with her soft scent and brought an overwhelming sense of calm and peace, the only cloud was the frown marring her angelic face. Santana figured it had something to do with her charge currently incapacitated in a hospital bed, her crying girlfriend, or the pink elephant in the room, Santana herself. Most likely the pink elephant, considering Brittany had yet to acknowledge her presence. Feeling extremely self-conscious and awkward, Santana began scuffing her shoes and coughed a little to try and garner some attention. When Brittany finally looked over, her frown had been replaced with a purely blank look, startling Santana into attention. Considering normal Brittany was usually more expressive in their interactions she was surprised at the emotionless face looking back at her.

"Hey… uh, I guess you're not really happy to see me are you?" Santana chuckled at her own awkwardness and the tense atmosphere weighing heavy in between them. Brittany still had not said a word to her.
"I've been kind of out of sorts these past days, it's not that I didn't want to see you, it's just I had to do my job and you kinda distract me and now I'm rambling." Still no response from the light angel.
"Look Britt, I know I've been a grade A bitch these days and I don't blame you if you're mad at me, but please just say something. Yell, scream, hit me if you have to, but please just say something." Finally a reaction, definitely not a good one as Santana watched Brittany's eyes narrow into slits, cutting her with the harshness not normally seen on the happy angel.
"Say something? You're telling me to say something? After all this time Santana, when I called to you, when I begged you to even look at me, and now you want me to say something to you? What do you want me to say? I told you I love you and you just left. Why, tell me why? Arggh, you make me so mad!"

With that, Santana watched as a furious Brittany ran off and flew out of the window into the open air. Without thinking, Santana leapt out after her and gave chase to the blur of blonde and white ahead of her. Santana momentarily lost sight of Brittany, but flew harder and reached the roof of the hospital finally able to see where Brittany had landed. The blonde angel was muttering to herself on the far end of the other side of the rooftop and Santana couldn't help but smile at her cute pacing. Santana moved a little closer yet maintained a good amount of distance away from the troubled blonde in case she wasn't wanted.

"Britt…I-"
"No! You don't get to say anything to me right now. You listen to me!" Santana nodded and watched as Brittany took a deep breath to calm and prepare herself for a well-deserved rant.
"Santana, what you did to Rachel was horrible and you should be ashamed of yourself. You just didn't hurt her but you also hurt Quinn and you hurt me. You hurt me so badly San…"
"I'm sorry." The words were out of Santana's mouth before she could stop them even though Brittany continued on without noticing the apology.
"Why San? Why'd you do all those things when I asked you not to? Why did you ignore me when I called you so many times? I know you heard me. You wouldn't even look at me, don't you like me anymore? It hurt me so much when you left without even saying a word to me."
"I'm sorry Brittany."
"I don't understand, I tell you that I love you and then you run away again and again. Is it me, did I do something for you to keep leaving me? I kept thinking about it and every time I just hurt so much right here." Brittany thumped her fist harshly on top of her heart and shook her head in confusion.
"I really am sorry…"
"Why San, you knew hurting Rachel would hurt me, why would you do that? I know maybe you might not love me like I love you but you like me at least a little, don't you? No, you do like me, I know you do and you can't tell me all the times we spent together meant nothing. I won't believe that." Brittany huffed and stared forcefully at Santana, daring her to refute her claim. Santana stayed mute.
"Yeah, that's what I thought, so why then? You know I love you. I've been trying to tell you for the longest time and all you do is run away. For a dark angel, you really are a coward. Where's the bad ass Santana Lucifer now, huh?"
"I'm in love with you Brittany."
"I don't want to hear any more of your 'sorry' and…wait what? What did you just say?" Santana smiled again at the befuddled look on Brittany's face.
"I, Santana motherfucking Lucifer, am madly in love with you, and I'm sorry I didn't say it sooner."
"Say it again, I need to hear you say it again." Santana smirked at the slowly brightening face on the angel and followed through with the request.
"What you mean the part where I say that I'm Santana motherfucking Lucifer?" Brittany pouted and stamped her right foot in impatience.
"No! You know what I mean Sany, the other part!"
"I love you Brittany. So very, very much."

The surprise and wide smile on Brittany's face calmed the nerves running amok in Santana's body. Her body still twitched a little, the adrenaline from finally pushing the words out into the air and sending them to her beloved. It wasn't as hard as Santana thought it would be. Santana chuckled a little, first at the sappy delivery she made and second at the irony of another rooftop scenario. She smiled widely at Brittany and was pleased to see an equally beautiful smile gracing her angel's face. Stilling her movements and calming her mind, Santana started her walk towards her beloved, not being able to withstand another second without Brittany's warmth.

Brittany's slight step forward towards her was the last thing Santana saw before she felt the force of a gigantic hammer smash her face into the rocky asphalt. Trying to lift her head and body was useless as she was continuously pressed into the ground. Santana grunted when she felt a particularly sharp piece of rock press into her eye. Fuck and she just fixed that eye too, what the fuck is that? She faintly heard Brittany scream something out but all she could focus on was the weight on top of her and the need to get up. Santana tried to voice her displeasure but was slightly muffled with her mouth blocked by the ground.

"Now, now, Lucifer. That's not a nice way to greet your boss, is it?" At the chilling voice of Sylvester, Santana stilled her movements automatically and felt a shiver run through her body.
"Right, that's what I thought. I am a little disappointed though my little devil. Here I was coming to congratulate you on a job well done. But instead I find you fraternizing with the enemy and did I hear you correctly? You said you love her?" Sue laughed harshly above as Santana felt the force push down further, pinning her body onto the rooftop and immobilizing her completely.
"Leave Sany alone!" Sue flicked a glance at the owner of the voice and tsked in her direction.
"Really Lucifer? Of all the entities in the world you could shack up with, you picked tweedle-dum's retarded daughter? I thought you had better taste than that." Santana felt like her body was literally being squashed to oblivion as she grunted out her pain.
"Stop that. You're hurting her!"
"Nothing she's not used to, I can assure you of that. But if you're that worried, why don't you come over here and help her?"

Sue's twisted smile should have been a dead giveaway for a trap and Santana tried to convey that with as much noise as possible. Brittany however either chose not to hear her grunts and instead rushed forward to try and help the angel on the ground. Before she could get within a few feet of Santana a large wall of flame blocked her passage, stretching the length of the space between herself and a distressed dark angel. Screaming and flinching back a bit from the heat of the flames, Brittany stepped back and tried to search out her love through the fire. Sue cackled loudly as she watched the light angel jump back from the flames and stare forlornly at Santana.

"Now I didn't say it was going to be easy did I? What fun would it be if I let you just save her that easily? None, that's why I like to play a little dirty. I'll tell you what, if you can cross those flames then I'll let Santana go and you can go off and prance in your love."

With that said the flames in front of Brittany rose higher and the chilling screams of Santana floated through the air. The view was momentarily cleared in front of Brittany as she watched Sue pick Santana up by the neck off the floor and shake her roughly side to side.

"Now my dear minion, don't think I'm going to let you off that easy. Your disobedience should've landed you in the 12th circle of hell but I'm going to do you one better. I'm going to let you watch as your lover tries to save you." Pulling a little air into her lungs, Santana screeched out an answer to her overlord.
"Go back to hell! You're not my boss anymore and Brittany won't save me before you rip me apart anyway!" Smiling evilly and squeezing her neck harder, Sue decided now was a great time to test that theory.
"Oh Lucifer, you think you know me so well. Tsk, tsk. It's a pity you're only half right about me ripping you apart."

With that said Santana felt herself swiftly turned around and facing a distraught Brittany, looking between her and the flames intensely. Santana tried to convey through her eyes the impossibility of trying to cross the flames to save her from the clutches of the devil. She tried to mouth out words of discouragement to the light angel but was cut off as she felt her back burn viciously and feelings of excruciating/intense pain shoot across her back. Santana screamed and flailed about as she felt her wings slowly being ripped off her shoulders. The bones, sinews and flesh pulled apart and Santana felt like dying a million painful deaths. Sue continued to cackle as she ripped off one wing and then the other, off Santana's back, prolonging each tear by removing them slowly.

The screams must've been loud enough to pierce the roars of the flames as Santana saw Brittany begin to walk through the flames. Her screams began anew as she watched Brittany slowly melt away in front of her; the added hurt pierced her heart. Sue unceremoniously dropped her onto the ground causing Santana to cry at the pain surrounding her from all directions. She screamed relentlessly as she watched Brittany try to reach her. Her screams were guttural and pain wracked her as her eyes took in the blonde angel reach out a hand and step ever closer to her fallen body.

Santana stretched her own hands out desperately trying to pull herself closer to the flames and to Brittany. Watching bits and pieces of Brittany melt away only to heal back slowly was horrendous. Brittany's luscious and silken golden hair was singed away to leave the fleshy scalp. The skin on the angel's outstretched hands all but melted away leaving only white bone. The rest of Brittany's body was slowly deteriorating as she stepped slowly closer and closer to Santana.

Santana could only continue her incoherent screams as she used her hands to crawl and push herself forward, closing in on the edge of the flames. Both angels moved closer as Santana's eyes began to tear at Brittany's almost unrecognizable skeletal and burnt body closing in on her. Their fingers touched first as Brittany pushed herself that much more forward, forgetting the burning pain and finally able to grasp onto Santana's hand. Locking her blue eyes on the limp and crying face of Santana, Brittany gave a tentative squeeze at finally reaching her love.

Santana couldn't stop the tears as Brittany's hand finally stretched out of the flames and grabbed onto her flailing one. The moment she felt Brittany's touch was the same second Sue brutally booted her body off the building. Santana flew straight off the ledge and began to drop dangerously towards the ground. Brittany however, had somehow kept a vicious hold onto Santana's hand and was pulled out of the flame in tandem. Realizing there was no escape from her fall into oblivion, Santana turned toward Brittany's rapidly healing face and smiled sadly. She hoped Brittany would be able to heal enough to be able to use her wings and save herself from imminent collision. She deftly unwound her hands from Brittany's to separate their hands. At least this way, one of them could be saved instead of Santana being dead weight and bringing down the beautiful angel with her.

Brittany wasn't having any it and immediately tightened her grip on Santana's hand when she felt her loosen them. Frowning through her half burnt lips, Brittany pulled Santana closer and into her own body, wrapping her other arm around Santana and squeezing their bodies together. She was not going to let go of Santana for anything. Not flames, not the devil, and definitely not Santana herself. They were together and it was going to stay like that forever, plus walking through flames was totally worth it if she could feel Santana against her again.

Santana's mind was doing all sorts of crazy loops, not only did Brittany not let go, she had pulled their bodies impossibly closer. Her voice was already hoarse from screaming and she couldn't do anything except grunt her disapproval when she tried to struggle out of Brittany's grip. The charred remains of Brittany's face pressed close to hers and she was again reminded of the painful way Brittany tried to reach her. Santana cried silently at the foolish angel she loved so dearly. Foolish Brittany and her attempt to save her, an attempt that only ended with them both falling to their oblivion. Realizing that the floor was coming up fast, Santana breathed in deeply to stifle her sobs and ignored the pain raging throughout her limbs. The scent of Brittany hit her again and she calmed enough to squeak out a soft 'I love you' pressing a firm kiss to the growing blonde locks near her lips. Shutting her eyes and awaiting the immense pain closing in on them, Santana failed to notice the sudden blur and impact of blonde and red flying into them when they reached mere inches from the ground.

Not being able to return back to hell kind of sucked for Santana but at least she was able to finally coerce the goon squad into flying Dis to her new apartment. The image of the demon dog shut in a small cage as Finn and Puck avoided getting snapped at through the bars was hilarious and had Santana laughing at the two. Santana finally released the upset dog from his confinement and hugged it unabashedly, reminiscing of better times with her friend. It had been a while since the incident with Sue and Santana had finally sequestered a new apartment in limbo, banking on the need and urge to finally relax in her vacation spot. She mused silently about the events leading up to her current residence.

Meeting Sam again put Santana in more of a confused mood more than anything; the same angel who punched her lights out was now gently placing her on the floor and whispering quietly with Brittany. Obviously she wasn't up to par considering she just had her wings ripped out of her back but it didn't mean she was an invalid. Pushing Sam's fish face away from her body, Santana dragged her body into a sitting position and pointedly stared at the two cousins. Santana motherfucking Lucifer was in super amounts of pain but there was no way she was apologizing to a cupid wannabe.

Santana was slightly surprised when Sam knelt back down next to her and slipped a long red feather back into her hands. A whispered, 'You dropped this last time, but I'm glad you found it, be sure never to lose it again,' and a small kiss on her cheek were the last she saw of Sam before he shimmered out in front of her. She fingered the soft red feather before smiling back at a now almost healed Brittany and mouthing to her a soft 'I love you'.

The swift and sudden rescue from Sam was surprising and Santana didn't know how to thank him for his act. Her and Brittany were about to become shattered shards of angel on the concrete if not for the fast flying trouty mouth and his blazing red wings. When Sam had scooped in and saved them from hitting the floor Santana couldn't believe her luck and feared hell on earth. But Sue never came looking for them and for that Santana was eternally grateful. If losing her wings meant Sylvester kicking her out of hell and removed her dark angel status, then so be it. As long as she left her and Brittany alone, Santana was happy.

Santana needed to recuperate badly, even with Brittany helping her she still had trouble moving around. Two long scars marked where Santana's wings use to be and she mourned them every now and then when she looked up at the sky. Brittany had made a full recovery after a day and returned to her bouncy self, with all intents and purposes to keep Santana locked up until she was nursed back to health. Santana didn't know what drove her more insane, the fact that Brittany didn't allow her to leave the apartment to enjoy limbo, or that every single time Brittany was helping her, it never went beyond health reasons. Not being able to move anything without eliciting some sort of pain made it easy for Brittany to disapprove of any sexy times. Santana was slowly dying inside.

By the time Santana was able to move her body freely, Brittany had already been called back to watch over the now awake and recovering Rachel Berry. Lucky dwarf finally woke up from her coma and was expected to make a full come back on the stage and screen. Apparently the news of her almost death and crazy rumors shot her publicity through the roof and she was now one of the most in demand actresses out there. Santana was left in an empty apartment in one of the nicest vacation spots in the world but she was lonely and cursed herself for promising Brittany to stay indoors, just in case. This resulted in her reaching out to the goon squad and asking them to bring her only friend to her apartment. If she wasn't allowed to go out, then she was going to get a dog. Santana motherfucking Lucifer did Not need to ask her lover whether or not they could have pets at home, except for that one time about the bathroom, whatever, Brittany can have her duck shower curtains. By the time Brittany came home, Dis had already chewed out half the couch and drooled across the entire floor.

"Santana M. Lucifer! What in the world happened here?"
"Welcome back Britt Britt. This is Dis, he's going to be staying with us for a bit"
"Sany, no! Oh my god, he drooled all over my nice sheets!"
"Well at least someone is getting them wet…"
"What was that Lucifer?"
"Nothing at all my love. Dis is my friend, please? I don't really have anyone to talk to and I'm bored at home. You won't let me go out and I'm pretty much healed up, so really I'm just staying in because I promised you."
"San…you told me I can't bring a duck home but now you have a dog sitting in our living room, how is that fair hm?"
"Aww babe, Dis isn't any kind of dog, he's my friend. Please? He is my only friend…" Santana put on her best hurt face and nudged the dog to follow suit.

The combined power of a suddenly docile demon dog and its equally evil master pushed over the cute meter in Brittany's mind. She smiled back warily and walked over to hug Santana and nodded her confirmation. The clean and healthy body of Santana along with her lean and strong muscles squeezing back made Brittany shiver in longing. It had been a while since they'd been intimate and it was getting harder to resist Santana making her touches linger in specific areas and their kisses intensifying every day.

"Dis can stay but you have to promise he won't eat half the furniture."
"Deal, but you also have to let me out sometime. I can't stay caged here all day Britt, I don't have wings but I can still walk, love."
"Hmm but I don't want anything to happen to you, at least here you are safe…"
"Brittany, I'm plenty safe in limbo. It's a neutral zone and come on babe, its vacation, we should totally go out and explore!"
"Okay…but I don't want you looking at other girls and getting into trouble. I know how you are Santana and so help me if I find you with anyone else I'm leaving you!" Brittany squeezed Santana tightly, contrary to her words before.
"Well when you mean Anyone else…does that include mythical beings or not? Cause you know I wanted to check out the wood nymphs by the river…"
"Get out, and take your little dog with you too!" Santana laughed heartily and peck Brittany lightly on the lips at her sudden change in attitude.
"I love you and only you Brittany, I could never be with anyone else." Santana tightened her hold on the angel, confirming her words and banishing any of her fears.

Brittany's bright smile flashed in front of her before Santana felt smiling lips press down softly on her own. They stayed kissing each other languidly, not rushing to deepen their intimacy. They had all the time in the world and Santana couldn't help but feel it was all worth it in the end as long as eternity meant spending it with her angel. Not to say she didn't like her life right now, but kissing Brittany was definitely putting her in the mood. Slowly walking Brittany towards their bedroom, Santana strategically maneuvered their bodies past the door and immediately kicked it shut. She wanted to take this slow, this was about love and Santana was more than happy to show it.

The soft fabric of Brittany's dress fell away as Santana pushed it slowly off her body and walked her into a sitting position on the bed. Not once discontinuing their lips, Santana straddled Brittany and took her own clothes off, then pushed Brittany backwards into the bed. Santana took her lips and trailed them slowly down Brittany's long neck, kissing the pale skin lovingly before moving further down and pressing her lips above Brittany's right breast. Santana loved the heart that beat under her lips, she felt it quicken and she licked around the area for good measure. She could hear Brittany's breath rapidly increasing as she moved back up to kiss the oh so sweet lips, already missing the connection. Laying her body fully on top of Brittany, Santana made to straddle one of her legs and ran her hands smoothly down Brittany's arms until she intertwined their fingers. Bringing their clasped hands slowly back up across the smooth sheets and slightly above Brittany's head, Santana began to shift slowly into Brittany.

It was a slow rocking motion as Santana controlled her pace and continued kissing Brittany regardless of the need in her body to hurry her actions. The shiver from Brittany let her know that she wasn't the only one feeling the urge to move faster, instead Santana pressed down harder into Brittany's body to increase the friction and she began to slowly pick up her pace. With the feel of wet slick skin rubbing up against the other, it was all Santana could do to hold herself back from just fucking Brittany senseless. She wanted to make love to Brittany, not fuck her. She distracted herself by whispering words of love against Brittany's lips and breaking away every so often to see the shine of blue stare adoringly back at her. Rocking a little faster and feeling Brittany begin to buck under her, Santana sealed her lips back onto Brittany's and felt a thin leg wrap around her waist and pull her further in. The continuous bump and grind of both their bodies pushed both the angels to rock harder and begin to feel the build up down below.

Hearing the quick breaths and feeling the panting into her mouth, Santana untangled one of her hands and instead took Brittany's and slid it down her own body to reach her sex. She guided two of Brittany's fingers into her folds and felt them slide up and down in earnest. The motion almost sidetracked her from her own objective and Santana had to mentally force herself to focus on her own free hand finding its own partner. The wetness she felt from Brittany made her hum in pleasure as her fingers played with Brittany's clit and slid up and down her slit. Santana gave Brittany a quick kiss and slid her fingers into her warmth, feeling the same happen to her. The simultaneous motion of fingers inside her and pushing her own into Brittany pushed Santana easily over the edge. She came easily on top of Brittany but continued riding the fingers inside her as another orgasm spread throughout her body. Throughout this, Santana kept her fingers consistent and pushed them faster in and out of Brittany, feeling her walls clamp down pulling them further into Brittany's body. Both angels continued riding out their orgasms until the aftershocks and shivers left them tired and exhausted.

Santana rolled off of Brittany and pulled the beautiful blonde into her arms instead, trying to still her own heartbeat and hugging the angel's body tightly against her own. She ruffled Brittany's white wings marveling at the softness of her feathers. Every part of Brittany was perfect in every way.

"Hey San?" Santana tilted her head and pressed a kiss into Brittany's head before speaking.
"Yea Britt. What's up?"
"Do you miss your wings?" Santana continued running her fingers lightly through the white wings.
"Well yeah I guess. I mean I like flying and going to really high places. Its kind of liberating you know, to be able to just fly over everything."
"Sorry Sany…" Quirking an eyebrow at the sudden apology, Santana turned her head and looked at the suddenly timid looking angel.
"Oh, for what silly?"
"I just feel like you lost your wings cause of me and I know you miss flying a lot."
"Oh sweet girl, its not your fault. I do like flying but I love you more and I would rather lose my wings than to lose you. You are always my first and only choice, I love you Brittany. Plus, if anything you can just fly me around instead."

Santana smirked back at her enjoying the narrowing of the blue sapphire eyes aimed in her direction. A sharp pinch of her bottom had her yelp before laughing at their combined antics. She hoped her eternity would always end with moments like these, just her and Brittany always together. Santana reached over to her bedpost and picked up one of the many yellow dandelions on a plate so that she could place one over her lover's ear, the sun shining through the window bathed her body in a bright light, accentuating Brittany's hair and making it seem like spun gold. Santana blushed and grinned sheepishly at Brittany, remembering she repeated the same motions not too long ago. Brittany grinned back and Santana noticed the sharp twinkle in her ocean blue eyes. She couldn't help the shiver running down her back.

"I'm okay doing that for you, but you know what I want to do to you instead Santana motherfucking Lucifer? I totally want to try fucking you while flying."

The End.

A/N: So thank you everyone for waiting patiently for the ending. It's been a long time coming (no pun intended). I would like to thank my wonderful beta killer cereal who had to read my long drafts and stories. Without her encouragement and help, I would still be stuck in my own world with a crappy story full of mistakes lmao XD. But really thanks everyone for the read and review. I know the wait was long but I hope the ending was satisfactory and curbed a little of the antagonism from being left at a cliff hanger for so long. It wasn't my intention to prolong the wait, the chapter was long, it was revised many times, and patience is a virtue. I hope you stick around, I will have a new story coming out soon, but before that, I am working on a few short one-shots so hope you guys enjoy those too. There will be some fluff and angst ones just because those are the only kinds of stories I seem to write anyway. I am unsure whether the new story will be pushed to M, just because I'm not a big fan of writing smut but either way I hope you will all be avid readers of that one as well. The rides over kids, hope you enjoyed reading this as much as I enjoyed writing it. :) yay Brittana!

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