Couldn't help myself! This story was on my mind long enough and since I'm putting RUINS on the hold then it's the perfect timing to start it.

I hope you enjoy it!

Chapter 1: How did this happen?

"One, two, three, flip, turn, left, right, how is this happening, four, turn, how did I ever let things go that far?, left, right, arabesque, one, two, oh why the others are in three, damn it I missed a step, jesus she fucked up my mind, flip, oh, oh oh why I'm in the air, oh is it in now? Is it not? In what position I'm supposed to land, fuck this is so quick, I need to grab som…." CRACK!

An arena with 50 thousand people just stopped breathing. Music stopped playing. There were three horrifying seconds where in a sea of people not even a hair was moving. Only her. Brittany.

BRITTANY: Oh! Oooooohhhhh! Fuuuck!

She was screaming in pain. She was in a pain she'd never experienced before. Was it coming from her mind, her heart, or her leg that now was broken and dislocated? People rushed over to her panicking. She quickly let herself lose consciousness because she thought that was the best thing to do at that time.

Santana was sitting on the couch reading from her iPad. She was still wearing her pjs. Leslie entered the living room, spotted Santana and sighed in frustration.

LESLIE: Oh come on, Sanny! Everyone will be here in half an hour. Go get ready, please!

SANTANA: (answers without looking at her) I will...

LESLIE: Go get ready now!

SANTANA: I will, baby, relax!

LESLIE: Aren't you anxious at all?

SANTANA: For what? That I'm going to see a bunch of people, I see almost everyday for the last ten years? No!

LESLIE: No. No about that. You know what I mean.

SANTANA: (she looks at her with a loving smile) I know, baby. No, I'm not anxious. I'm happy and I can't wait. And I know they are going to be happy too.

And with that she stood up and got closer to Leslie. She kissed her gently on her lips. Leslie hugged Santana tightly. Leslie was a beautiful girl also latina and at the same height with Santana, 28 years old. She was a lawyer like Santana and they were working together at the same firm. They'd been together the last five years and they were living together in NY.

SANTANA: (she whispered in Leslie's ear) I'm going to get ready. Ok?

LESLIE: Thanks.

Half an hour later, Leslie and Santana were preparing snacks. They were waiting for Quinn, Tina, Rachel, Mercedes and Kurt to come and to announce them their big news.

Everyone was now living in New York. Tina was a music teacher in elementary school, newlywed with Mike who was a professional dancer. Mercedes was finally about to release her first record. Rachel was a Broadway star already, about to marry Finn who was also a teacher. Quinn was a theatre and music reporter and critic and she sometimes had roles in small movies or she was doing back up voice for Mercedes. Kurt was a clothes designer, very successful already. He was still with Blaine who was a doctor but he had also a band with Sam and Puck. Sam and Puck were working as professional musicians for several artists.

After a while everyone had come and they were sitting and chatting. Suddenly Tina remembered something and her face took an expression of terror.

TINA: Oh my god I totally forgot it! Have any of you had any news from Brittany?

Everyone turned to Santana. Santana felt strangely worried.

SANTANA: Uunm She's doing the European tour with Celine Dion. You should know that. She's with Mike. I spoke to her two days ago.

Tina now seems even more terrified.

TINA: So you don't know? (She looked at the accidents) Any of you?

Everyone shook their heads being visibly worried.

SANTANA: (she was now really worried) Know what?

TINA: Uuummm... Brittany had an accident in her last show. That would be in European time somewhere around 9 pm today when we were having 2 pm. Now it's probably 2 am there. So the accident probably happened five hours ago. (They were looking her shocked unable to move or say anything.) Didn't you hear the news or saw the posts in twitter. I mean it's still trending worldwide. The concert was stopped. She... Hmmm... She broke her leg. She's in the hospital in Italy.

Santana stood up as if she's been hit by a lighting. All the others pulled out their phones and checked the news. Posts from every source were coming rapidly.

SANTANA: What are you saying? That can't be true!

TINA: I've spoken to Mike a little while ago. I'm sorry Santana I thought you knew.

Santana was pacing around the living room with tears running her cheeks.

SANTANA: I can't believe it. I really can't.

Leslie went over to her and hugged her.

LESLIE: Relax, Sanny. Please, calm down.

QUINN: Guys… there's a video… They've uploaded it.

RACHEL: I don't know if I can see it.

SANTANA: Let me see it.

LESLIE: Santana, I don't think that's a good idea.

SANTANA: (She looked angrily over to Leslie.) I will.

They all gathered together and saw the video. The moment Brittany fell from Mike's hands doing an opposite flip everyone screamed. They were crying.

MERCEDES: Oh my god baby girl what happened!

KURT: Jesus, Britt…

SANTANA: I'm going to call her.

Mike was pacing around the hospital room. He was furious and was yelling at Brittany who was lying on the hospital bed with her leg uplifted with plaster cast around it. She was staring outside the window with a calm expression on her face not giving much attention to Mike.

MIKE: How did this happened, Brittany? How did this fucking happen? You are one of the best dancers! We, together, taught ourselves this fucking move in junior year for Valerie, how could you make it wrong? How could you miss a step? We've been doing this together for ten years now. Stop staring the window and answer me!

That moment Brittany's phone rang. Brittany turned slowly her head over the phone. Mike grabbed the phone.

MIKE: It's Santana.

Brittany smiled and nod.

BRITTANY: That took her long. Give it to me. (She pressed the button and answered the phone) Hey, Santana? What's up?

SANTANA: Brittany, cut the crap! Don't play all innocent on me? How did this happen?

BRITTANY: Everyone keeps asking that. Even Celine Dion asked me. If I knew, it wouldn't have happened. (She was staring at Mike at that last part but Mike waved furiously at her.)

SANTANA: Brittany, you are talking to me now. You are not the one missing steps.

BRITTANY: Santana, are you implying that I hurt myself on purpose? Cause that's really weird!

SANTANA: (She sighed) No of course not. Look… Sorry… I'm really worried. I just heard it.

BRITTANY: (She smiled) Don't worry. I'll be good as new in no time ok?

SANTANA: Do you want me to come?

BRITTANY: Where? In Italy? Of course not. I have Mike. Don't worry. When the doctors say it's ok, I'm flying back home.

SANTANA: Are you sure?

BRITTANY: Totes! Give kisses to everyone and Leslie, ok?

SANTANA: Ok… (She was whispering) Brittany…

BRITTANY: (She softened her voice) I'll call you tomorrow. Pinkie promise!

SANTANA: Fine… bye I guess…

BRITTANY: Bye, homegirl!

Brittany hung up the phone and took a deep breath. She turned her head over the window again with a newly added sad expression over her face.

Santana hung up the phone and sighed.

LESLIE: Don't be sad, baby. She'll be ok. Once she's back we are going to pamper her all the way. Heck that we will be the first time we are going to see her for so long.

Santana was thankful for her girlfriend and her sweet words that calmed her worry.

QUINN: We'll call her tomorrow too.

KURT: Girls, I think you owe us some news.

TINA: Did you win the lottery?

SANTANA: Well even though the mood was crashed over the news, let's try to bring it back.

LESLIE: Yes! We gathered you here today…

SANTANA: To announce to you that we are getting married!

The girls showed their rings and after an awkward pause from the others that fortunately only Santana noticed, her friends jumped up in excitement and hugged them.

BRITTANY: She's getting married, Mike. That's what happened.