What's Best For Her Chapter 1, a glee fanfic

Disclaimer: I do not own the hit Fox show Glee, nor do I own any of the characters. The following is strictly fan fiction. No copyright infringement was intended.

Plot: After Brittany and Santana get into a car crash, Brittany becomes overly protective of her pregnant wife. At first it's a sweet gesture but when her protectiveness begins to consume her life and affect their relationship, it's up to Santana to help the love of her life through her fears before the baby is born.

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What's Best For Her

By Cheyenne (auntiesnixtana)

Brittany stood there hysterical, her hands covered in blood. Her long blonde hair looked ragged and she had dirt smudges on her face. Her shirt was torn and blood trickling down her forearm from the gash on her upper arm. Her stomach felt twisted and her head pounded. She found it difficult to catch her breath as she panicked, looking around for an answer. She was becoming more and more panic-stricken as the nurses at the hospital tried to calm her but couldn't provide an answer to the question she kept asking. Despite her left arm pounding with pain, all Brittany could focus on is whether her wife was alright.

The event kept replaying through her head. She kept trying to see if there was some way they could've completely avoided that car. The police told her before she got into the ambulance that she swerved at just the right time; it didn't feel like that to Brittany. She felt as though she'd swerved too late, if only she could've known the car was coming. Maybe if they had left just a few minutes earlier or later, they wouldn't have been there right at that moment. Maybe if they hadn't stayed at the mall so long, or gone to get a bite to eat after it would've been different.

"Is she going to be okay?" Brittany tried once again to inquire about Santana's condition. Her beautiful dark haired wife had been riding in the passenger seat when the car crashed and Santana had been taken to the hospital unconscious.

They had been driving when the other car swerved into their lane. Brittany saw the car coming and turned the wheel, attempting to avoid a possibly deadly head-on collision, only to run their car into tree on the side of the road. She had blanked out for a moment, and when she slowly opened her eyes she couldn't help but feel a searing pain rip through her arm. She glanced over at Santana, calling her name, becoming panicked when Santana wouldn't open her eyes.

The event kept replaying in her head; she had begun crying as she hysterically attempted to unlock her seatbelt that seemed jammed. Finally she managed to calm herself enough to stop shaking and unclick it, then fully turning to her wife. "Santana! Come on baby," Brittany cried, lightly touching her wife, trying to analyze her condition, "please baby wake up."

The girls hadn't been alone for long when a fire truck and ambulance showed up. A young man managed to get the reluctant dancer out of the car who kept crying her wife's name. She watched as two paramedics carefully pulled her wife from the car, attempting to stabilize her neck in case she had broken it. They placed Santana on a gurney and rushed her towards the ambulance, Brittany following behind them, crawling in after to ride with her. She ignored the pain in her arm, being only able to focus on her wife's well-being.

Santana laid there unconscious, bloody dripping from a gash above her left eyebrow. She looked so small lying there defenseless on the gurney and Brittany felt useless and unable to do anything which horrified her.

"Mrs. Pierce?" Brittany's eyes grew wide as a kind faced middle-aged nurse took her arm and sat her down in a chair, attempting to calm her down, "relax darling, the doctors are with her now. Now, while the doctors are with her why don't you let me attend to your arm? That was you'll be all fixed up when you can go see her."

Brittany nodded as the nurse slowly lead her down the hall. When they got to the room the nurse helped Brittany onto the table and began to address her wound. As Brittany groaned when she attempted to clean it, the nurse explained she was going to need some stitches. Brittany nodded, staring at her.

"Is she going to be okay?"

"Your wife? Well, she's bumped up pretty badly," the nurse replied as she gave Brittany a needle that would freeze her arm so she could give her some stitches, "but we'll know soon enough if there're any serious injuries."

"What about the baby?" Brittany blurted out crying.

"The baby?"

"Santana's five months pregnant," she continued to weep.

The nurse put a hand on Brittany's shoulder and gently smile, attempted to calm her. "The doctors are going to run an ultrasound and have everything checked out," she said. "So you just need to hang time, your wife is a fighter, I'm sure she'll come out of this alright."

"What- what happens if the baby- if she loses the baby I mean," she attempted to choke out.

"Then you need to try to be strong and help her through that," the nurses gently said, "losing a child can be a very difficult thing."

Brittany nodded, knowing far too well about that already. A little over a year ago they had decided they were ready to have a child, so after several fertility treatments and doctors' appointments Santana had finally gotten pregnant. Their doctor had warned that there was the possibility that she would miscarriage, and unfortunately the possibility became a reality very quickly. It had been after meeting their high school friend Quinn Fabray for dinner while Santana was driving home with Brittany in the passenger seat that she suddenly flinched. She groaned and placed a hand on her abdomen, her breath shaky as she attempted to stay focused on the road. Brittany looked up at her and placed a hand on her shoulder, watching Santana slowly become pale. She told her wife to pull over, which Santana immediately did, feeling as though she was going to throw up. Suddenly Santana gasped, about to cry in fear as she noticed blood soaking through her skirt. Brittany jumped into action and helped Santana to get into the passenger seat as Brittany switched seats with, then began speeding into the hospital. She remembered doing her best to keep her eyes on the road, but her eyes keep shifting back to Santana's panicked and pale state.

Tears continued to stream down Brittany's face as she thought back to that night and when they had been told Santana lost the baby. It had been such a hard blow to them, especially Santana whose fear came true. It took a lot of courage for Santana to push down her fears of losing another child in order to try to conceive again. Once they had been told that she was once again pregnant, Santana was overjoyed, and Brittany couldn't help but notice Santana very paranoid about losing the baby and was more hesitant to tell people the good news just in case. Even after they had been cleared through the high risk miscarriage phase, Santana was still wary, being extra careful for a while.

Brittany couldn't image how Santana would react to losing another child, especially having made it to five months. It was no longer the fact that they knew they were pregnant; they had seen the baby through the ultrasound. They had made is so much further, psychologically this baby was much more of a reality, much more real. It was no longer a tiny possibility; it was a real live being inside of her. They had watched the baby begin to develop and everything, it wasn't just a dot on the screen anymore. She could only image Santana's reaction if she'd lost this one.

For the next few hours Brittany attempted to keep herself calm and distracted by reading magazines and drinking coffee. A few police officers had shown up to get some statements and talk to her about the accident, once again telling her that the accident could have been much worse had she not had such fast reflexes. They spoke with her about coming into the police station later in the week, after her wife was taken care of. After they left she continued to attempt to distract herself but all her mind seemed to do was wonder back to Santana and when the doctor would come out. Brittany, herself, had only received a few stitches on her left arm where she had been cut by some glass, but otherwise she had only suffered a few bumps and bruises.

After what seemed like years to Brittany, a doctor came out, walking towards her. Brittany's heart pounded as she saw the woman walking towards her with a clipboard in hand and an unreadable expression. "Mrs. Pierce?" she asked, confirming if Brittany was in fact Mrs. Pierce. Brittany nodded anxiously. "Hi, I'm Dr. Turner. I was just with your wife."

"How is she? Is she okay?"

"She's going to be fine. She has a mild concussion and had to get a few stitches above her left eyebrow, and has a bit of a sprained right wrist. She'll probably be very sore because of the whiplash, but thankfully she is just very bumped and bruised," the doctor smiled. "It could have been a lot worse."

"And the baby-"

"Is fine," Dr. Turner reassured. "She is very lucky being about five months in. We're going to keep her overnight, maybe two nights depending on how the baby's doing, and monitor her condition their condition, but currently everything looks okay."

"Thank god."

"She may feel faint or light headed over the next few days, so when she's released you'll need to keep an eye on her and if there is anything out of the ordinary then bring her back in. It's best to try and keep her calm, relaxed, and stress free for the next while so that her body has an easier time healing."

"Alright, thank you," Brittany said, relieved. "Can I see her now?"

"Of course, she's in room 355. Take the elevator to the third floor and it will be down the hall on your left."

"Thank you."

Brittany smiled and wiped away the tears that fell, relieved that her wife and child were okay. She had so many horrible images and thoughts running through her mind over the best few hours of how horrible things could have turned out. But currently she was okay, the baby was okay, and most importantly to Brittany, Santana was okay.

Brittany tapped lighting on the door as she reached the hospital room, smiling gently as she saw the dark haired beauty lying there with one hand on her stomach and the other to her side. Brittany sighed; Santana looked so small and fragile.

"Hey sweetheart," Brittany softly said as she pulled up a chair to sit next to her, taking Santana's hand as she groggily turned her head to look at her.

"Hi," Santana weakly whispered, clearly very exhausted. "What happened?"

"We got into a car accident," Brittany answered. "Someone swerved into our lane. I was told everyone is a little bumped up but going to be okay, even the other driver."

"The baby-" Santana started, gently rubbing her hand over her growing baby bump. Brittany took her free hand and placed it on top of Santana's, gently and protectively.

"Is going to be fine," Brittany replied. "We're all really lucky."

"Can we go home?"

"The doctors want to keep you overnight for observation."

"I hate hospitals."

"I know honey, but it's to keep an eye on you and the baby, okay?" Brittany kissed her hand. "And I'm not going to leave your side. So close your eyes and get some sleep, you're exhausted and you need to get all the rest you can get." Brittany sat up straight, alarmed as she watched Santana groan and attempt to move herself, "what's wrong? Do you need a nurse?"

"Will you lie with me?" Santana whispered to her with pleading eyes, she was both exhausted and terrified. Brittany kissed her hand again and nodded.

She gently helped Santana shift over a little, careful not to tamper with any wires, before she sat on the bed and lay next to her wife, with her arms around her. She carefully stroked Santana's hair as Santana rested her head on Brittany's arm, comforted by her embrace.

Brittany smiled as she listened to Santana's shaky and panicked breathing swiftly become slower and much more relaxed. She was thankful she could bring her wife such peace.

She continued to stroke Santana's hair long after her wife fell asleep, thankful she could hold her pregnant wife safely in her arms. After the crash, she hadn't the slightest clue what condition Santana would be in, to felt blessed both she and the baby were going to be alright.

Brittany kissed the top of her head, as she attempted and failed to hold back tears. Brittany held her wife tightly but gently, determined never to let her go, and promised herself she would never let anything like this happen again. She couldn't bear to go through another horrifying ordeal with her. She would keep Santana protected and safer for now on.

She just wanted her wife to be safe, and she was determined to make her so.

"Well, Santana, your charts are looking good," Dr. Turner smiled as she entered the hospital room, staring at her young patient whose hands were interlocked with the blonde's.

"Does that mean I can go home?" Santana asked as Brittany kissed her hand. "I just want to lay in my bed."

"Well theoretically you can, as long as you follow specific rest and care instructions, but I highly recommend staying another night," her doctor replied. "Since you're pregnant it may be better to stay an extra precaution, so we can keep an eye on you and the baby. Plus your stress levels and temperature is a little high, so I'd like to monitor those."

"We'll be fine; I'll follow instructions and rest-"

"Santana," Brittany said firmly, shooting her a look.

Santana's eyes grew wide as she stared into her wife's. Brittany's beautiful blue eyes were slightly glassy and screamed worry. Santana took a deep breath as she broke eye contact with her and turned to the nurse, "can you give us a bit to talk?"

"Of course," Dr. Turner replied as she left the room. Once she left and shut the door, Santana reconnected her eye contact with Brittany who was still staring at her.

"Britt, I'm fine and you know I hate hospitals," Santana said softly, "I really don't want to stay."

"Dr. Turner thinks it's a good idea that you do," Brittany replied, "and she is a doctor after all. I think you should listen to her."

"But-"

"Look," Brittany cut her off, turning to look at her more directly, "I know better than anyone how much doctors and hospitals freak you out, but we are going to be seeing doctors a lot in these next four months and more after that once the baby is born."

"I know but-"

"Let me finish," Brittany said as Santana closed her mouth and did so. "When we crashed I didn't know what was going to happen to you or me or us. I didn't know if you were going to wake up or if we'd lost the baby. I panicked. Seeing you so broken last time when you had that miscarriage broke my heart more than losing the baby did. Whether we go home tonight or tomorrow still means you have to be on bed rest this week, but if Dr. Turner thinks you should stay one more night so they can keep an eye on you that probably means something could still possibly go wrong. I don't want to leave until they completely clear you, feeling confident that you and the baby are fine."

"Britt…"

"Please Santana," Brittany begged. "Just one more night, and I'll try to make it as comfortable as possible. I promise I won't leave you. I'll call Quinn to bring you your pajamas from home, or take out food, or a better pillow if you want. I'll-"

"Fine," Santana said sadly, knowing how determined Brittany was to get her to stay another night. She loved her wife for caring, she just hated hospitals.

"Thank you," Brittany kissed her forehead, careful not to touch her stitches.

"Just don't leave me, okay?" Santana begged.

"Never," Brittany gripped her hand tightly and kept kissing it, "thank you, thank you, thank you…. Did you want me to call Quinn to bring you something better than hospital food for dinner tonight?"

"Sure," Santana nodded as Brittany placed a kiss on her lips, showering her in affection for agreeing to stay overnight.

Before she could continue talking there was a knock on the door. The two women looked over as Dr. Turner entered the room slowly, "so have we come to a conclusion?"

"She's going to stay another night," Brittany replied.

"I'm glad to hear it."

"Is she allowed to eat something other than hospital food tonight?" the pale skinned beauty asked. "I'm going to have someone bring something for her."

"Yes that should be fine," the forty-two year old doctor nodded. "Just keep to the diet she's on now, nothing spicy, nothing raw, etc, and she should be fine. Since she's still a little weak I'd recommend something that'll go down easy."

"Perfect," Brittany smiled, "thank you doctor."

Dr. Turner nodded as she looked at Santana, "I'll be back in a few hours to check your temperature and run a few tests, so in that time you should get some rest. The more sleep you get the quicker your body will recover and the better it'll be for your stress levels and the health of your baby."

"Alright, thank you doctor," Santana nodded as her doctor left. She glanced at Brittany who looked at her.

"Why don't you get some rest?" Brittany smiled, "I'll call Quinn and have her bring you some chicken noodle soup or something. Does that sound good?"

"Yeah," Santana sighed.

"Just think, the more you sleep the quicker time will pass and the sooner you'll be lying in our bed at home," Brittany grinned.

"I guess, just don't go anywhere," Santana replied. Brittany nodded knowing how nervous hospitals made her wife. She was never quite sure why, especially since Santana's father was a doctor, but something about the environment and doctors put her wife on edge, and that was just something that Brittany would have to try to work with over the next six months when Santana had her appointments.

"Of course not. I'll be here when you wake up," Brittany smiled kissed her.

"With soup."

"Yeah, with soup," Brittany smirked. She stroked her wife's cheek until Santana's eyelids slowly closed and she drifted off to sleep.

Brittany couldn't wait until Santana was completely cleared to go home and she could take care of her wife in the comfort of their own house. She hated seeing Santana uncomfortable but she would have to put up with it until they were in the clear.

She placed one more kiss on her wife's head before walking to the corner of the room, attempting to be quiet as she placed her call to Quinn. She was going to do her best to make sure Santana was as relaxed and calm as possible for the night, and remind her that they would be home soon.

And Brittany couldn't wait.

I hope you enjoyed the first chapter! Reviews and recommendations are always welcome! I will do my best to get the next chapter up soon. - Cheyenne