Santana/Quinn.

After sixteen years of searching for her soul mate Santana Lopez had finally found her, only to lose her in one day. Takes place a few years after graduation, and the rating may change, so I hope you like! Read and review please!

The alarm clock buzzed again loudly as the bright red numbers changed to twenty past seven, Santana clumsily slinging her arm towards her side table and letting her hand smack the clock angrily until she stopped the noise. She had watched it tick by all night as the numbers had clicked away, every change in time reminding her that somehow life was still going on. She pushed herself up and sat on the edge of her bed, still clad in her wrinkled black dress as she stumbled towards her bathroom.

As she flicked on the light Santana caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror and stared, her eyes taking in her haggard reflection as she glared through herself. Her hair was everywhere and a tangled mess, loose curls mangled together and sticking in every different direction as they intertwined and knotted. Her eyes were still red and swollen as mascara stuck in her eyelashes, smeared black smudges littering the bags underneath as trails of black decorated her cheeks. She looked paler and sullen as she ran her fingers down her cheeks, her reflection almost too much to bear as she sighed.

"Baby you look great," she smiled sweetly.

"Of course you would say that, you would tell me that even if I was wearing a trash bag."

"Because you're stunning in anything, trash bags included! You'd be like Kesha or something!"

"Brittany, I swear," Santana laughed as she shook her head, her eyes refocusing back on her outfit as she groaned, "I don't know, this dress just isn't working. Maybe I'll change into the red one."

"Fine, but you're gonna run out of dresses and then be left with nothing…hey, you know that could work…" Brittany trailed off seductively while wrapping her arms around her girlfriend.

"Hey now come on, we have to leave in like, twenty minutes."

"Then you're gonna have to dress in the car," the blonde grinned as she linked her hands in Santana's, tugging her girlfriend towards the bed as she smiled and giggled.

Santana shook her head as she twisted the knob on the sink, wondering to herself if Brittany would think she was beautiful even now. She knew the blonde would smile as her blue eyes twinkled and would say something to lift her spirits high, Santana wondering if she'd ever be able to feel that good about herself again. She ran her hands under the cool water and splashed her face as she tried and failed to wake herself up, knowing no amount of water would wash away the nightmare she was living. As she turned to grab her hand towel she noticed the other side of the bathroom, everything still in place the way Brittany had left it.

Her pink toothbrush sat in the holder by her own while her sparkly silver brush rested beside it, her perfume sitting uncapped just waiting for the blonde to return and use it. Santana had always fussed at Brittany about making sure she had sealed her bottles and things shut before leaving, her hands always seeming to knock the other girl's things over far too many times a day. As she reached to place the cap on she stopped, not wanting to disturb Brittany's things or the way she had left them. She wasn't coming back for them she knew but Santana decided to leave them there as if she was, the idea somewhat comforting to her. Trying to snap herself out of her head she turned to the shower and pulled the curtain back, the smell of Brittany's body wash filling her senses as the perfume and memories with it overtook her once more.

"You're gonna use up all the hot water!" she whined while tapping her foot and pounding on the bathroom door, "Other people have to shower too!" She heard a noise and was surprised to see Brittany open the door, strategically placed foam the only thing covering her wet body as she stood before Santana and grinned.

"Then come join me!" she exclaimed happily as she pulled Santana into the shower, soaking her clothes and body head to toe while giggling the whole time.

"Brittany!" Santana shouted through her laughter, trying to push the blonde away as water beat down on her face, "This isn't what I had in mind!"

"No, its better!" her girlfriend chuckled excitedly as she blew a handful of foam in the brunette's face, covering her in soapy kisses as she laughed and wiggled around.

Santana angrily shut the curtain back as tears filled her eyes, throwing open the bathroom door and running across her floor as she headed for the comfort of her bed. She couldn't do this, there was no way, Santana pulling the comforter over her head and sinking down into her sheets as she let out a painful breath. Everything ached and nothing would ever, could ever be ok again, Santana gasping for breath as she gripped her pillow.

Everyone in the world spent their whole lives looking and searching for their soul mates, dating this person and that person and scouring the Earth in the hopes of finding their other half. That one person who understands you, even when you don't, and knows you better than you know yourself. After sixteen years of searching Santana had been lucky enough to finally find hers, her one and only for the rest of her life, and in one day she had lost her forever.