Brittany's POV

I wake up after my nap to find that Santana girl laying with her arm around my waist. She thought I was asleep last night and she sounds so rock solid on us being together. She even kissed my head. I don't think Artie will like that; or the fact she's holding me right now. But something inside me feels right and I can't bring myself to push her off.

I reach for my phone on the tray next to my bed and find seven unread texts and two missed calls. I open the one from my parents first.

Hi, sweetheart. We heard about the accident and we're taking the next plane home. We'll be home on Friday and we're sure Santana will take great care of you. Love you and see you soon. Call us as soon as you can.

How did my parents know about Santana? And why would she take care of me? I don't get any of this stuff and I feel worse than when I found Lord Tubbington smoking after he said he quit. I'll call them back when I get out of this place. I continue checking my phone and find text from Artie. I quickly open it for any hints if Santana was lying or not.

Hey, Britt. I heard about the accident and if you need a place to stay or anything while your parents are away, I'm here. That Santana's an idiot. Text me soon. -A

I feel the slumbering Latina stirring beside me and the arm that held me slowly trail back to it's owner. I frown at the loss of contact but smile when she sits up and greets me with a warm smile. "Hey Britt. Did you sleep okay?" I sit up with her and nod my head. Might as well play nice, so far Santana's been really friendly. It wasn't her fault we got into the supposed accident. I wish so bad that I could remember. "Any headache or pain? You don't look so hot, babe." I guess she could sense me thinking.

"Please don't call me babe, my boyfriend wouldn't like that." Santana's face falls and I see a glint of sadness in her eyes. As soon as it appears, it's gone; now replaced with a smile and a quiet "Yeah, of course."

"Anyway, no, I feel fine." I look down at my forearm and see a bloody bandage. "I could use a clean banda-"

"DOCTOR ROBERTS!" Santana cuts me off and calls as she hops out of the bed and out the door. I can't help but check out her toned body in that Cheerios uniform. Wait... Cheerios uniform... Suddenly it pops into my head! Santana Lopez is the head Cheerio beside Becky! That's all I remember, though... I don't remember us talking, just her on top of the pyramid.

A minute later, she returns with Dr. Roberts in hand. She literally dragged him by his doctor collar. He goes into a cabinet and pulls out a fresh roll of gauze and wait, is that alcohol? No no no I hate alcohol! It totally burns so bad and on a gash that size, it'll sting like hell. I learned my lesson when Lord T scratched me and we only had alcohol to clean it out. That taught me not to try and feed him cat food.

"Dr. Roberts, you can't use alcohol on Britt. She's had bad experiences with that stuff and absolutely hates it. Do you have any peroxide instead?" I swear that girl can read my mind. That was insane, how did she know about my life? I have so many questions about this girl.

"Oh, of course." He puts the alcohol down and pulls out the brown bottle of peroxide. I internally sigh because she literally just saved me. The doctor rolls his chair to my side and carefully unwraps the gauze. The liquid is poured onto my bloody cut and bubbles up instantly. It tingles and it sure beats the sting. When it stops getting all fizzy, he wraps a fresh coat of gauze with jelly stuff on my arm. It feels a lot better. "Well it seems you're clear to go, Miss Pierce. You can get your stuff ready and sign out at the front desk."

"Thank you, doc." I say and start to stand up as he walks out of the door. A tanned hand stops me from getting up and I throw her a questioning glance. "What?"

"You sit. I'll pack up all your stuff and take you back to my house. I talked to your parents and they said maybe it'll be good for you." I watch her as she shuffles around, collecting all my stuff, and putting it in my Cheerios bag.

"Can you hand me my Cheerios outfit?" I ask as I take the hospital gown off. My toned stomach and long legs are exposed and I notice Santana's cheeks turning red.

"Uh yeah, s-sure. Um, here." She hands me my clothes and a huge blush spreads over her cheeks. I can't help but chuckle when she stares at me the whole time I'm getting dressed. When I'm done, I wink at her and walk out to the front desk to sign myself out. She scurries after me with her flushed cheeks and signs out as well. We step out of the doors and into the bright sun. It's warm outside and the sun is shining in the deep blue sky. I get into the car and don't question it when Santana intertwined our fingers over the console. "Do you trust me driving? I mean, I'm the reason you got hurt and stuff. I feel terrible, Britt." I squeeze her hand and nod.

"Yeah, totally. I don't know why, but I feel like I can trust you." That earns me another smile and this time, it's real. She really has a gorgeous smile. "But wait, where'd you get the car? Didn't you crash yours?" I say as confusion covers my face.

"Uhh, I did, but I called my mom and she dropped it off here before she left for Florida with my dad. It's their anniversary, so they're taking a trip to where they got married." I flash a smile at Santana and nod in understanding.

"That sounds sweet. Maribel and Jimmy were always cute together."

"Wait, did you just say Maribel and Jimmy? As in my parents' names? You remember them?"

"Yeah, I remember when my family introduced themselves to them when we first moved here. Now that you mention it, I do remember them having a daughter, but I never remember us talking. I don't know, I remember you as Cheerio co-captain, but that's about it. I'm trying really hard, Santana."

"I know, Britt." And with that, we drive off.

The drive back to her house is nice and quiet. It's not an awkward silence, like when I ride home with Artie and all he does is talk about video games, so I just nod every so often. I notice that she glances over at me once in a while, but most of he ride she seems deep in thought. As we pull into the driveway, this feels all too familiar, but I can't recall why. I unbuckle my seatbelt and grab my bag from the back seat. Santana's unlocked the door by the time I reach the porch and we step inside to this pretty huge house.

She takes me upstairs to her room and my breath catches in my throat when I see dozens of pictures of us together on her shelf and a picture of us riding a dinosaur. If I'm not mistaken, I'd say it was from prom. We went to prom together? I see Santana place my bag on the chair by her desk. She walks over to the picture and picks it up. "This was us at last year's prom. It was when you were class president and made the theme dinosaurs. It's kinda my favorite picture of us." I take the picture from her hand and examine it. We're smiling like idiots and it is a cute picture. I place it back on the table and remember my phone.

"Santana, do you mind if I step outside? I have to call Artie and my parents back." Her face falls and she plops down on the bed.

"No, go ahead. I'll just be up here." She says tiredly, and with that I make my way downstairs and out onto the porch.

Author's Note: This is my first fanfic, so it'd be pretty ace if you guys left some reviews c: