"Bug off already!"

The "E.T" performance had defiantly been one of the greatest and worst performances Santana had ever done. The costumes good, the vocals were marvelous, and the dance moves were spot on. But even Brittany could admit working with Jesse was a horrible idea. He turned out to be a diva and cruel. Santana's body ached from the way he threw her to the ground and chained her up.

Santana's mistake was mentioning the pain to Brittany. She loved the girl, but her over protectiveness was sometimes too much to bear.

"If I wanted you to look at it, I would've asked!" Santana snapped as the two girls made their way out through the backdoor of CO's. The rest of the girls were either bought for the night or stayed behind to gaze girlishly at Jesse, so they were the only ones to leave.

"But you're hurt! I just wanna see if you have a mark or something."

Santana turned sharply to face the blonde one. "Are you a doctor? No! So stop annoying me!"

Brittany stared at Santana for a short moment before her eyes began to well up with tears. "Sorry I wanted to help." She sniffled, then ran off in front to leave the alleyway.

Santana, automatically filled with regret, called after her. "Britt!" She shouted. "Britt, I didn't mean that!" But Brittany didn't stop. She kept running until she was almost to the opening of the alley and something tripped her, causing her to tumble to the ground in loud crash. "Brittany!" Santana shouted, running over to her fallen friend.

"I'm okay." Brittany said weakly, as she lifted herself into a kneeling position. "I just fell over something…." Brittany searched the ground, looking for whatever it was that knocked her off her feet.

The discovery wasn't a pleasant one. A loud gasp escaped from both women, and Santana backed herself up against the wall, her hand clapped over her mouth to contain her scream. The body was stiff and dirty as it lay in a large puddle of blood. Brittany leaned forward, her eyes wide as they looked at the broken face of the man in front of her.

"Is he sleeping?"

"We have to get out of here," Santana muttered. "We need to go . . . We need to tell someone."

Santana's mind began to spin. There was a dead body outside of the club . . . Outside of her club. Someone was murderer here! The club was no longer safe for the girls; Sue was gonna have a fit. The club could be shut down. A murderer was on the loose!

Santana's thoughts were cut short by Brittany's statement. "He has the same ring as Kurt."

"What?"

Santana lunge forward and crotched down beside her friend. Brittany nodded towards the man's left hand, and there sitting on his ring finger was a gold ring with a vintage cut and curved design. A perfect match to the one Blaine had given Kurt. . . .

"Omigod! Omigod! Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!"

Santana stumbled back, physically shaking at what they had found. Kurt, was the one Brittany had tripped over. Kurt was the one lying in his own blood. Kurt was the one killed in the alleyway.

"What happened to him?" Brittany asked. "Why is he lying in the alleyway this late?"

"Britt, go inside. Get help!" Pulling out herself, Santana did her best to keep herself together as she dialed the number. "Yes, our friend is lying unconscious in an alleyway." She asked quickly. "No, I don't know what happen. He's beaten up . . . there's so much blood. There was an attack! I don't know! I don't know! We just found him here!"

The operated tried to calm Santana down, but nothing was working. Muttering a Spanish prayer, Santana ran a cross shape over her chest. Brittany came running back out alone. There was no one there to help them.

"I can't calm down! He could be dead!"

"Santana, he's not breathing!" Brittany said anxiously.

"Do mouth to mouth!" Santana ordered. Brittany moved forward and began breathing in and out of Kurt's lopsided mouth.

After shouting the address of their location and begging them to hurry, Santana tossed her cell phone aside and pushed Brittany lightly out of the way to take over. She tried to remember the classes she took back at the hospital all those years ago.

Finding the center of his chest, she began to pump as fast as she could thirty times, before pulling his chin up and pinching his nose and breathing twice heavily into Kurt's mouth. She did this several times with no result.

"Come on, you idiot!" She cursed as she pumped harder and harder. If his ribs weren't broken before, they were now. "Breathe!"

"Santana, I'm scared." Brittany cried softly beside her.

"Everything. Is. Going. To be. Oh. Kay." She said with each pump.

She did this for several long minutes, and even after hope seemed lost, she refused. Santana wasn't going to stop until there one a pulse running through his body.

"Come on, Kurt! You gotta breathe. Come on!"

Finally, after everything seemed useless, Santana felt a small sucking coming from inside Kurt's mouth as she breathed in, followed by a hallow choking sound. Santana sighed with relief as cold tears began to flow down her face.

"I hear the ambulance!" Brittany stated as she stood and ran out towards the flashing lights and sirens.

Lifting Kurt's head onto her lap, Santana continued to talk to him, telling him it would be alright. His eyes opened momentarily, and that one sight was more frightening than anything Santana had ever seen. It was like Kurt was no longer there. His face was smashed and broken, and his eyes were dark.

It was as his soul was beaten along with him, and all that was left was his broken shell.

"You're gonna be okay." Santana chanted over and over again, her emotions beginning to take over. "You're gonna be okay."