A/N This is my first Glee fanfiction, it's a kind of my version of an episode „Michael". I hope you'll like it and leave some reviews.
It happened in a second. Blaine dashed towards Kurt and the slushie hit him in the face. He was lying on the ground groaning in pain. Santana looked up and saw Sebastian and the Walbers backing off quickly. That son of a bitch.
"Fuck, this is not regular slushie." Santana said while touching the substance on the ground.
„"What wrong with it?" Kurt asked latina nearly in tears. She bent down next to him and he huged her briefly.
"I don't know, but I will. Soon." Her brown eyes narrowed dangerously.
They got Blaine up and Puck drove him to hospital. The former Warbler was lying at the backseat with head on Santana's lap.
"Where is-Kurt?" He had to stop to catch his breath.
"Lady Hummel is currently drying her tears in some Chanel scarfs or other shit." Blaine attempted to sit up, but Latina's tight grip put him back.
"Kidding. He is waiting for us, Hobbit drove him while we was trying to get you into the car."
Blaine tried to glare at her with his healthy eye, but something stopped him. It was a hint of anger and hatred in her voice.
"Santana look, I'm sorry you have to take care of me, I know you probably have better things to do-"
"Stop." Latina interrupted his rambling, her tone softer. "I'm just pissed on this dickhead."
"You're not the only one babe." said Puck from the front seat. "I want to kick his ass right now."
"So do it Puckerman and don't call me "babe" ever again." Santana tried to look furious, but she smiled at the exchange.
"Oh, come on you love it babe." Puck teased.
Blaine suddenly groaned in pain.
"What's going on?" The girl was immediately alarmed.
"It hurts so much. Damn-it's just-" Blaine was interrupted by another painful groan.
"Shh, come on, it's gonna be okay, it's gonna be okay." Santana was speaking softly, while stroking his hair.
"We're here." Puck anounced and opened the door. He let Santana out and than picked up Blaine.
"Santana-" Blaine groaned again, while gripping her hand hard. "Please check up on Kurt."
She looked at him worringly, unsure if it's a good idea to leave him.
"Go, I'll take him to doctors." Puck said like he was reading her mind. He quickly kissed her forehead and whispeared: "You did great." into her ear. Blaine squeezed her hand one last time and they headed to hospital.
Santana looked for Rachel's car to ask her, where Kurt is, but when she approached the vehicle she heard some sobbing. She came closer and saw Kurt sitting on the groung and crying silently. Latina sat next to him.
"I'm gonna kill this moron." She simply said.
"Don't." Kurt's voice was extremly calm.
"You want to make it invoilent, don't you?"
"I just think that violence is not a solution." He explained. „Blaine is hurt because of violence and he is-" Kurt break down into sobs. Santana threw her arms around him and surprisingly he tighten the grip and was clinging on her like she was the only thing that can save him.
'He is safe right?" Kurt asked when he calmed down.
"Yes, he is." Santana's voice was quiet.
"Hey, what's wrong?"
"It's just." Latina was struggling with something. "It should be me." She blurted.
"What?" Kurt was confused.
"Sebastian is a bastard and I'm a bitch. After all I've done to all of you I should be the one who gets slushied by him, not Blaine. Hell I didn't even try to cover you. I'm a scared, little loser who can't even-" She was breathing heavily.
"Hey, hey stop. You didn't have to do anything and you definitely don't deserve such a pain. I know you weren't the best person, but you were there for Blaine and a minute ago you were comforting me. You are a great person Santana." He said hugging her to his chest. He made a mental note to protect Latina from Sebastian.
"Come on, let's go see him." He said and they walked towards the hospital.
They entered the hospital and asked about Blaine's room number. Rachel, Puck and Tina were already there.
"You're here. We we worried that you-" Rachel stopped mid-sentence when she saw Santana's smeared make-up and Kurt's puffy eyes. The two sat on the chairs standing by the wall. Santana put her hand on Kurt's knee and he squeezed it. Puck go tup from his seat and sat by Santana's other side. She leaned her head on his arm without letting her hand from Kurt's grip.
Tina and Rachel looked at them shocked by their actions. Suddenly Blaine was wheeled to the room by a nurse. Everybody quickly turned their eyes to him. They waited for the nurse to leave and then started asking questions.
"Probably I require a surgery." Blaine said sadly. Kurt let out a muffled sob and gripped Santana's hand tighter.
"What was wrong about the slushie?" Tina asked.
"They don't actually know. The doctors said that something was definately bad about it." Blaine answered.
"No shit." Puck murmured.
They were talking for several hours and then left the hospital.
Next day Rachel was putting her books into a locker, when suddenly Kurt bumped into her.
"Oh my god Kurt, now I have to reorganize them." She complained, but saw a big smile on her friend's face. „What's going on?"
"Blaine doesn't need surgery." He yells happily and they hugged.
"But what was wrong about the slushie?" Rachel was confused.
"Nothing. It was regular, but it seems like Blaine is allergic to oranges, so his eyes were sore." Kurt repeated what doctor told him.
"We have to tell Santana." Rachel said and turned away bumping into Puck.
"Oh, do you know where Santana is?" Puck asked them.
"You didn't see her?" Kurt was puzzled.
"No I didn't."
"Hey Brittany!" Rachel yelled as the blonde Cherrio skipped by them.
"Oh, hello Rachel." Brittany smiled.
"Have you seen Santana today?"
"No, she said she has to talk to Disney Prince or something like that." The Cherrio said and skipped away.
"Disney prince?" Kurt asked.
"Sebastian!" They all yelled in realization.
Santana entered Dalton Academy wearing her black dress and Micheal black hat. She entered a big room where Sebastian was talking to his friends.
"What did you put in that slushie?" she asked him furiously.
"I don't know what you are talking about." He said smiling smugly.
"Don't play stupid moron. You definately added something to the slushie you threw at Blaine."
"It was meant for Kurt." He answered simply.
"You son of a bitch!" she yelled, but remembered she promised herself to be inviolent.
They sang a Michael Jackson's song „Smooth criminal" and Santana asked once again.
"What did you put into that slushie? Glass?"
"Rock salt, but I tell you it was meant for Kurt."
"So it was spiced with rock salt?" she asked in disbelief.
"Yes, but don't worry." He said taking a glass out of a bag. "This one isn't." He threw a slushie in her face.
"Hurry up, we have to be there as fast as possible." Kurt was worried about Santana.
"Okay, okay. We're here, come on." Puck jumped out of the car and quickly followed Kurt and Rachel into the building.
"Santana… what is happening?" Sebastian was shocked. Latina was lying on the floor crying and yelling.
"You said it's not spiced!" she cried in pain. Her eyes were burning like hell and she couldn't see with her left one.
"It wasn't I-I swear I had only one spiced and it landed on Blaine." He knelt on the floor and touched the slushie.
"Holy shit!" he yelled. He realized his mistake. Regular slushie landed on Blaine's face and the salty one…
"Oh my God!" Santana groaned again in pain.
"Shit." Sebastian muttered. "Somebody help! Please she is hurt! Guys? Anybody!" he started panicking, he wasn't playing fair, but he had a rule. Never hurt a girl. And now the beautiful Latina was in pain because of him.
"Santana don't move. I'll go for help." He said, but she gripped his hand.
"You can't leave me here stupid bastard." She said furiously. "Please." Her tone softened and she started crying.
"Oh, God. Shit, shit." Sebastian put her head onto his lap and tried to look at her eyes.
"Santana, you have to move your hand away. I have to check how serious your injury is.
She didn't move her hand, still gripping her face with her fingers.
"Santana please." Sebastian begged. "I don't want something bad to happen to you."
Funny he realizes it now, when she was already in pain. Well played Smythe, well played.
"Where can they be?" Rachel was panicking.
"Wait." Kurt silenced her as he heard something. Quiet crying and a panicked voice.
"Come on." Puck said and ran towards the door. They bursted in and saw Santana lying on Sebastian's lap groaning in pain.
"Oh my God please, please help her." Sebastian was relieved.
"You son of a bitch." Puck started, grabing his collar, but was interrupted by the Warbler.
"Look, you can punch me hard, but please later. She really needs help." Puck turned his eyes to groaning Santana. He pushed Sebastian and knelt next to her.
Kurt was holding her hand saying something quietly and Rachel phoned an ambulance to the academy. The paramedics arrived and took Santana into the vehicle and drove her to the hospital. Puck, Rachel and Kurt followed them in Puck's car. Sebastian go tup from the ground and picked up Santana's hat.
"What were you thinking?" Rachel was asking Santana the same question once more.
"Rach, leave her alone. She needs space." Kurt said seeing Latina's tired face. He hugged her and left with Rachel. Puck kissed Santana's forehead and left too. The room was quiet, but suddenly the door flung open.
"What the hell were you thinking?!" Blaine yelled at her, but stopped when he saw Santana's face. She was nearly in tears.
"Oh shit sweetheart I'm sorry. You didn't have to go there. The slushie was regular, we wanted to tell you, but you already went to Dalton." He explained hugging her tightly. "At least you're good. The doctor said, you can go home in two days. You were lucky Santana."
"I am. I have friends around me." She smiled.
"Sap." Blaine teased.
"Shut up Anderson." Santana mocked a glare and hugged him once again. "Do you mind if I go to sleep? I'm just really tired."
"Of course sleep, I'm leaving. Bye." He kissed her cheek and left.
When Santana woke up five hours later she found her hat on a table full of flowers with a note:
I'm sorry it happened. I didn't want to bother you, so I left it here.
S.
