Santana walked through the hallway with her head held high. The resident doctors who had their intern under her supervision straightened themselves up, except for Noah Puckerman, who was leaning towards Sugar Motta's way.

"And Dr. Satan came around while I was mentally having sex wi-"

"Puckerman, shut the hell up or you'll not make it on your final year, you jerk!" Santana yelled.

"Sorry, doc," Noah quieted down as the other interns laughed out loud.

"Doctor Lopez, please proceed to ER 2, stat."

A murmured 'yes' fluttered through the air as the interns knew that their prayers for that day was answered. No Dr. Santana 'Satan' Lopez. It could only mean one thing: relief.

"Shit," Santana was already making her way to the ER.

It's Brittany.

She stopped dead on her tracks. It's not just because that blonde was her patient. It was something more.

What more?

The doctor went up to the room, and saw that the blonde was sitting up and is receiving some pills from Mike.

"Fuck, what happened?"

"Nothing. She just seemed to drop her BP for a moment and I thought it was serious," Mike said, almost apologetically and scared that 'Dr. Satan' might bite his head off.

"Oh," Santana said, making Mike raise his stare and look up at the smiling Santana. His face was cowered in shock and disbelief at the same time that Santana felt like cursing him in the face and laughing.

"Hey, Mike, can I feed her? Some sort of doctor-patient establishment of relation," Santana asked.

"Well, uhh…yeah," Mike said, handing Santana a tray full of food. His nervousness when he's with the Latina was never diminished, even though the doctor had been extra kind to him.

"Uhh…Dr. Lopez, I'll just be around, so…call me if you need anything."

"Yeah, Mike. Thanks," Santana softly yelled. Then, she averted her eyes towards the sitting blonde.

"Hi!" Santana said, wearing a big smile on her face. The genuine smile she wore was returned by the wimpy blonde.

"How are you today?" Santana asked.

"Fine, I feel better now, doctor."

"Please, call me Santana."

"Alright, Santana," the blonde held out her hand and stared into the dark-brown orbs. "Call me Brittany," she smiled.

"Nice to meet you, Brittany," that genuine smile again.

"Nice to meet you, too." Brittany held their gaze. "Santana."

It was more than what Santana could bear. Hearing her name spoken by the blonde was like honey to the doctor's ears.

"So, how do you feel like coming here?" Santana asked.

"Alright. I was happy I got to know you."

"Thank you," Santana smiled. Somehow, she felt so attracted to the blonde.

The conversation kept on rolling until the blonde finished her breakfast. They had discussed things that Santana would normally shut up for. The blonde had that effect on her.

It had been a week since their first meeting and the doctor never ended a day without spending time with Brittany.

"So, how was your heart, doctor?" Brittany asked with an impish smile on her face.

"No. I'm not dating anyone," Santana said, hoping that the next question would be what she was expecting.

But the blonde just folded her hands on her lap and looked down. It took Santana a mere second to avert the conversation.

"What about you?" Santana asked, somewhat dreading what might the answer be.

"His name is Sebastian. We've been together for two years, already. We work together in the same dance company."

"You're…you're a dancer?" Santana found herself stammering. She remembered what Rosa had said. Rosa said she'd fall in love with a dancer. Brittany is a dancer…

"Yes," Brittany replied.

He's a dancer.

Santana felt the sweat trickle on her forehead. Could it be true that Brittany would be the one who would break the shell that wrapped around her fragile heart?

"Santana, are you alright?" Brittany asked, her face scrunched with worry.

One moment and Santana snapped back to reality. "What? Yeah, I'm fine. Hey, umm…I have to get to my next patient," Santana tried to find an alibi.

Fortunately, the blonde took the bait. "Okay. Take care, doctor."

Santana was bewildered. How come those words coming from the blonde just gets the best of her?

"Why?" Santana managed to ask.

"Because…" blue eyes sincerely met the brown orbs as Brittany looked at the Latina. "Who would take care of me?"

Santana let out a chuckle. Somehow this girl in front of her did not really know how much her world had turned upside down. She even doubted if Brittany could even sense her own inner dilemma.

Santana headed straight for the bathroom and went to the sink. She ran her hand on the cold water and splashed some on her face.

This is just a phase. I might have these feelings because Rosa said I would fall in love with a dancer. It's not true. Besides, she seemed happy with a boyfriend. Probably this is just a phase. I might as well be considered ready for the asylum.

"Hey, snap." Quinn was behind Santana. "What's with you?"

"What?"

"You look so pale and shaken. Unusual."

"Huh?"

"What's wrong? I'm your best friend here in this stinking hospital, so you can tell me anything," Quinn said, combing her messy hair that almost looked like a nest.

Santana sighed. She always had a thing for Quinn, but she soon got over it because Brittany came into her messed-up life and she just found out that her ultimate girl-crush had an effin' boyfriend.

"What?" Quinn asked impatiently.

"Nothing."

"Ha! There's nothing yet when I asked you if something's wrong you sigh like it's the end of the fucking world and you act as if you are carrying the whole damned world upon your shoulders."

Santana sighed. Quinn was trustworthy, and she needed a friend. She sighed deeply again. She looked at her best friend.

"So?" Quinn raised an eye.

"Okay." Santana sighed and looked intently at the blonde in front of her. Quinn signalled her to continue.

"I think I'm in love with Brittany."