DISCLAIMER: I don't own anything but plot.
Full Summary: Santana's been diagnosed with a rare disease and is admitted in the hospital. Brittany gets assigned to be her nurse. As time goes on, Santana gets attached to Brittany in more ways than one. What will Brittany do now that Santana needs her more than ever?
A/N:
Hey everyone! I'd just like to thank everyone who has reviewed and put this story on alert and/or their favourites list! You're all amazing. I hope you all enjoy the second chapter of Stay With Me! I'll try to update at least once a week, or maybe twice if I'm in the mood. Please read and review!
P.S. POV sections are now put onto chapters. It's easier than saying their names over and over plus we get to read what's actually going on in their heads.
Reviews:
nixx: Here's the update! Enjoy. (:
Munkey: I'm glad it got you interested! Here's the second chapter. Hope you like it!
AislinKate: Thank you! I hope you enjoy this chapter. (:
Love-Brittana: Thanks for reading! Here's the update. (:
BumbaMumbaJimJams: I'm glad it got you curious! Her illness won't be exposed until like, halfway through the story so I hope you guys can hold on til then. Major Brittana in future chapters as well. Thanks for reviewing! Hope you like this chapter. (:
Roghy: Aw, thanks, sweetie! I hope you continue to like it more and more as it goes on. (:
Warning: Nothing to be warned about. Completely PG.
General POV
"Santana, meet your new nurse." The man in the scrubs said.
Brittany was nervous. Santana was looking over her with an unreadable expression on her face. Her gaze made the blonde felt like she could see right through her. She fidgeted with the hem of her shirt, nervously and looked up, meeting the brunette's eyes.
'Wow.' Brittany thought. Santana's eyes were really pretty but there was something in there that made the blonde feel uneasy for some reason. She took a step forward, confidently and stretched out her hand. "Hey, Santana. I'm Brittany. I'll be taking care of you from now on."
Santana just simply stared at the outstretched hand, not bothering to acknowledge the blonde's introduction. She looked away and refused to talk or make eye contact with Brittany. She didn't know why but the blonde made her feel nervous for some reason; like she should go away and hide as fast as she could. She brushed past her new nurse and entered her dark room causing the blonde to withdraw her hand, a hurt expression etched onto her face.
The man in the scrubs looked over to Brittany apologetically. "I'm sorry about her. She's just not used to interacting with other people."
"It's alright. I'll work on it." the blonde gave the man a small smile as he walked away. She then turned to face Santana, who's currently sitting on the edge of her bed, her expression was dazed, like she wasn't here at all.
"Hi." Brittany whispered, causing the Latina to look up. They made eye contact for a few seconds before the brunette looked away, embarrassed. Brittany just smiled and sat beside Santana. She really was going to do all she could to get this girl to open up to her. Every move she made was encouraging Brittany. She wanted her and her patient to be good friends.
Santana's POV
"Santana, it's time to go back to your room."
I scowled and stood up, not breaking the glare I was sending to the nurse's direction. Who did this guy think he was for intruding my personal 'me' time up on the hospital roof? This place was my safe getaway where I can be myself and not worry about anything else. No one else except me was welcome here. I walked over to him, a scowl still present on my face and followed him back to my room. I was getting a new nurse today so I didn't fight it. It would be interesting to see a nurse cower every time I'm near. Maybe it wasn't such a bad idea.
I trailed behind the guy, walking through the white walled halls of the hospital, my sneakers making squeaky noises on the tiled floors. I halted to a stop when the nurse did and opened my room door.
"Here's your patient. Sorry it took so long."
I looked over to the girl and saw that she was quite young. She had blonde hair and even from where I was standing, I could see that her eyes were really blue. Her eyes landed on me for a few seconds and then she looked down, fidgeting with the hem of her shirt. She seemed nervous.
"Hey, Santana. I'm Brittany." she stretched out her hand and I just stared at it. I wasn't sure what I was supposed to do. Should I shake it? or ignore it? I don't even know if I could trust this girl. I could feel Brittany's gaze boring into me and it made me feel like I wanted to hide. Away from her. Away from everything.
I brushed past her, briskly, entering my room. I walked over to my bed and sat at the edge of it. I sighed. I don't know if I should let this girl in or just block her out. I don't know if it would be worth my time talking to her and getting to know her. Simply considering these things wasn't even me. I felt the bed space beside me dip slightly and a soft 'Hi.' was heard in the room.
I looked up at her, observing every feature of her face, and tried to find any signs of bad intention. I could find none.
General POV
Brittany walked through halls of the hospital. It was her lunch break now and she felt bad leaving Santana all alone in her room. Even though it was only her doing the talking, she was happy that she could at least get a smile and a little laugh from her patient.
...
"My cat back home in Lima used to smoke y'know. Well, I'm not sure if he stopped but yeah.. I was scared he might get cat cancer." Brittany said, a goofy smile upon her lips. She was enjoying herself, just talking to Santana. Even if she didn't talk back and kept her emotionless face on.
Apparently though, this particular statement about her cat made Santana let out a small chuckle, amused at the ridiculous stories Brittany was telling her about. Brittany grinned wildly at this and inched herself closer to Santana. "You have a pretty laugh."
Santana was sure she turned beet red at the statement but she recovered quickly, putting on her emotionless mask once again. Brittany just smiled.
...
Brittany shook her head in amusement at the memory and walked to the direction of the staff room. She was in a really good mood now and all her anxiousness and nervousness were all gone. Just by the few hours she had with Santana, she knew that they would be good friends. She walked in and immediately spotted Quinn, who waved her over.
"Hey, Brittany!" Quinn smiled as the taller blonde made her way over.
"Hi, Quinn." Brittany smiled back and noticed Rachel, sitting across from the other blonde.
"Hey, Rachel." she greeted with a smile.
"You know each other?" Quinn raised an eyebrow at Rachel.
"Yeah. We met at the reception. Hey, Brittany. How's your day been so far?"
"Yeah, Britt. How's Santana?"
"Oh my, you're assigned to Santana? Please do tell us how she's been." Rachel's eyes widened incredulously at the mention of the Latina's name.
"She's.. really nice, actually." Brittany replied, unsure at why everyone was egging her on her morning with Santana. She was a good patient. Why do the others seem like they don't think so?
"Really?" Rachel crossed her arms and eyed the blonde suspiciously. "Are you sure? Or is she just blackmailing you or something to say good stuff? She's kind of a bitch so yeah."
"What? No!" the taller blonde shook her head in disagreement. So the others weren't a big fan of Santana but that didn't mean they could jump to conclusions like that. And to call her a bitch? That was way out of line. "Santana's a very nice patient. Why don't you guys think so?" she huffed in annoyance.
"It's not that, Britt.." Quinn said, biting her bottom lip and sent a quick glare to Rachel. 'We talked about this. Why did you have to bring it up?' her eyes said, causing the short brunette to look down at her feet, apologetically.
"Sorry, Brittany. It's just.. Santana's not particularly the nicest person to meet.." Rachel trailed off, reminiscing the times when she first met the fiery Latina. Three years ago, she was admitted to the hospital and Rachel happened to be the receptionist; let's just say things didn't go well between them.
"What? She's an angel." Brittany clarified, folding her arms and staring the brunette down. She wasn't gonna let some person talk bad about her patient. She wasn't going to stand for it.
Quinn and Rachel's eyes just grew bigger and bigger at each statement Brittany was letting out. Santana? An angel? They couldn't believe it. From their experience, they thought Santana descended from Satan. Quinn just didn't mention it earlier so it wouldn't scare Brittany away.
"I don't know what your problems with Santana are and I'm not going to push it but I don't know if I can make friends with people who talk bad about my patient.. So I'm just gonna go." Brittany stood up from her seat, took her lunch bag with her and walked out of the staff room. She didn't regret not making friends with the staff on the first day. All that mattered to her right now was Santana and how she didn't deserve to be treated like that. At least she was friends with her.
The twosome the taller blonde left just sat there, mouth agape. They've never met anyone who could stand Santana's attitude but from there then on, they knew something was special about Brittany. And they sure did hope it was a good kind of special.
Brittany's POV
How dare they say things about Santana like that? She doesn't deserve to be called a bitch. I know from experience that Santana's super nice and I'm sure nothing would change that. I walked down the halls, finding myself walking to the direction of Santana's room. Once I got there, I knocked on her door softly and walked in, finding the Latina snuggled up into bed, her gaze looking out at the window. She looked over to me when she heard the door open and I was sure I saw the smallest of smiles on her lips but it disappeared quickly. Again. At least I was sure she was glad to see me.
I walked over to her bed and sat on a chair beside it. I smiled at her softly and took out my lunch. I saw her eyes widen in and question but I reassured her quickly. "The other people there were being mean so I left. I'd much rather hang out with you than them."
I saw a flash of anger in her eyes but then it quickly dispersed, her gaze suddenly softening. She hasn't exactly talked to me yet but it was alright. I wasn't going to push her. She'll talk to me when she's ready.
So I just stayed there, sitting beside her and telling her more stories about my childhood and high school life. I was happy that my stories were entertaining her. I told her about my family, my friends and my cats, Lord Tubbington and Charity. She's smiled a few times and I couldn't help but think how pretty they were. How pretty she was. A knock on the door startled me as I was in a middle of a story. Santana's face crafted into a frown, as if she knew who the person was.
"Hi Santana. And the new nurse, Brittany, right?" An asian girl entered wearing scrubs and pushed a trolley in. "Alright, Santana. Time for your meds." she smiled, picking out a few bottles from her trolley. I saw Santana's face craft into a scowl so I figured she didn't like her medicine.
"Come on, San. It'll help you feel better." I smiled, hoping that I could help. I watched her as she hesitated for a second, sighed and nodded, taking the pills from the lady, whose eyes suddenly widened.
"You really are something." I heard her whisper.
"Excuse me?" I furrowed my eyebrows in confusion. But then it struck me, how the hell did she know who I was?
"She's never taken her pills willingly before. We always had to force it down on her, or mix it with the fluids we insert into her."
"That doesn't explain how you know me though." I pointed out.
"Everyone probably knows you by now. No one's gotten Santana to act like this before."
"It's only my first day and everyone knows m already? Great." My shoulders slumped. I never liked the attention. Yes, I was popular but that didn't mean I liked all the attention. I loved my privacy. "Good thing my shift's ending at 7." I smiled inwardly as I saw Santana frown at this.
"Honey, it's 9pm." she said, a teasing smile on her face as she took the glass from Santana, placed it back on the trolley and wheeled it out, shutting the door behind her.
My eyes widened and I scrambled into my bag for my phone. It was indeed 9pm. I smiled apologetically at Santana, who was no frowning at the fact that I was going. She was adorable.
"Sorry, San. I have to go now." To be honest, I didn't want to leave yet. I liked talking to Santana.
She nodded as she sat up, her face in a daze again.
"I'll be back tomorrow though. Will you be good to the other people for me?" I requested, reaching out and brushing a strand of her hair from her face. I watched as she nodded.
"Alright. I'll be going now. Good night, Santana." I reached out to squeeze her hand and tucked her in bed. She looked up at me said something I'll never forget. Her first words to me will always be the most memorable ever.
"Thank you."
A/N:
Second chapter done! I hoped you all liked it! Constructive criticism is appreciated and I would totally love it if you guys reviewed! The more reviews I get, the faster I update so please drop in a little something there! Thanks for reading! You're all amazing.