Answers do not equal the amount of Questions.
Disclaimer: I don't own Glee. Wish I did.
Summary: Brittany has been attacked and the one person she needs and wants is Santana, but she can't be there for her. Who will be? But the question on everyone's lips is; Who attacked Brittany?
A faint ringing of a phone could be heard in the darkness that was Santana's room. She had only been in bed a few hours and she was tired, and whoever was on the other end of the phone. Is dead.
"What?". Growled Santana as she answered the phone.
"Santana? It's Rachel Berry. Please don't hang up. It's important". Said Rachel on the other end of the phone.
"Man-hands? What the hell do you want at 2am?". Asked Santana as she glanced at her clock.
"It's Britt". Replied Rachel. There was silence at the other end of the phone as Santana tried to process what exactly Rachel Berry had said. The one person she would not expect to be calling her about Brittany, her best friend.
"I'll be there in two minutes". Said Santana as she was pulling on some pants, she then grabbed her jumper and grabbed her keys and wallet and ran out of her house. She jumped into her car and broke road laws just trying to get to Rachel's house. Santana parked her car in Rachel's driveway and jumped out of her car and ran up the pathway to Rachel who was standing arms crossed leaning against her front door. Santana went to walk past Rachel, but Rachel wouldn't budge.
"Let me in man-hands!". Growled Santana as she tried to push Rachel but she wouldn't budge once again.
"Santana. It's bad. I'm just warning you". Said Rachel as she stepped to the side and let Santana in. Santana gulped and stepped through the Berry Thresh hold. Santana gasped upon entering the lounge room. Lying on the lounge was Brittany, her best friend, her sister, her life, who was covered from head to toe in blood.
"San". Whispered Brittany. Santana hurried over and knelt before Brittany's head.
"Sweetie, what happened?". Asked Santana as she wiped Brittany's fringe from her forehead.
"I was attacked". Whispered Brittany. Santana swore. She promised to look after her; but she failed.
"I was driving home from a party, and I seen someone lying on the ground. So, I stopped and walked over and seen it was Brittany. I went to take her to the hospital, but she didn't want me too. So I brought her here instead". Said Rachel. Santana nodded.
"I'm so sorry for ruining your lounge". Cried Brittany. It was only then that Santana noticed the Berry's lounge which was normally white, is now red; blood red.
"It's okay sweetie, I told you, it's fine. But we need to get you to the hospital and get you checked over". Said Rachel as she went and sat next at Brittany's feet on the lounge.
It was only then that Santana realised that Brittany was scared to go outside the way she coward into the lounge more. Brittany started to cry saying she couldn't. Santana looked at Rachel, frozen, not knowing what to do or say. Rachel nodded at Santana saying she knew what to do, so she leant forward and took a hold of both of Rachel's hands.
"Brittany, sweetie, you need to listen to me. Nothing, and I repeat nothing, or anyone is going to hurt you, I promise. It's going to feel like every two seconds there's someone watching or going to hurt you, but I promise, everything is going to be okay. San and I are always here for you, and so is the rest of the Glee Club, okay?". Asked Rachel.
"Okay". Whispered Brittany as she wiped her tears away and sat up.
"Okay, are you okay to walk to the car?". Asked Rachel as she stood up. Brittany nodded her head.
"Okay come on". Said Rachel as she led the injured Brittany and the Frozen Santana to her car. They then drove to the hospital in silence. None of them knowing what to say or do to make Brittany feel better.
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When the doctor had taken Brittany away to the exam room, Santana turned to Rachel and stared at her. Trying to realise who the person sitting next her was. Rachel felt stares to the side of her face and turned to Santana.
"What? Have I got something on my face?". Asked Rachel as she felt around her face.
"No". Replied Santana.
"Then what are you staring at?". Asked Rachel.
"How'd you know what Brittany is feeling?". Asked Santana. Rachel sighed and took a deep breath in.
"Sometimes the footy people go too far, and I bleed, a lot, and I always feel like someone is watching me. But the difference between me and Brittany is that she has someone here. I didn't". Said Rachel as Santana looked down at her hands in shame.
"I'm sorry Rachel. For everything I ever done". Whispered Santana.
"It's okay, I forgave you a very long time ago for that". Replied Rachel as she placed her hand on Santana's shoulder. Santana shrugged it away and stood up.
"That's the thing, you shouldn't. You went through because of us Cheerios and the Jocks. You went through hell because of me. What happened to Brittany happened to you, but no-one was there for, and that's not right! It's all my fault. All my fault". Cried Santana as she sat back down and placed her head in her hands. Rachel put her arms around Santana as Santana cried into Rachel's shoulder.
"This isn't about Brittany is it?". Whispered Rachel. Santana shook her head no into Rachel's shoulder. Rachel sighed.
"San, you need to listen to me. What happened to Britt was not your fault. You couldn't have done anything, not a thing. You weren't there. You can't be in 10 places at once. You can only be in one place. Do not blame yourself. Brittany won't be able to stand to see you upset and blaming yourself. She's going to need the strong, supportive Santana that she knows and loves so well. Please don't blame yourself". Said Rachel as she rubbed her back.
"Okay, I won't blame myself. I need to be there for Brittany". Said Santana as she sat up and wiped her tears away.
"Yes, for Brittany". Said Rachel as she both leaned back against the cold back of the chair. They sat in silence for a few moments, before Rachel grabbed Santana's hand, letting her know that she was there and wasn't going anywhere.
So, this is just something I thought about awhile ago and only just typed it up. Let me know what you think. Read. Review. You know the drill.