A/N

I am so sorry this is so late! My teachers all decided to gave us extra homework this week and I have been super busy!

And I know it's a little shorter, but I just wanted to get something out for you guys.

Disclaimer: I do not own Glee and/or Grey's Anatomy.

The wind swept through the park, making Santana shiver in her jacket. She brushed the hair out of her eyes and kept on walking.

"Hold on, Sofia. We're almost home," She told the toddler. After she had gone to the park three days earlier, she decided that she actually liked taking the little girl to the park. That was why she was now, walking - almost running – on the path, that lead to the exit of that park.

She went there every day, hoping to see Brittany again, but with no such luck.

The past days had been quite beautiful, since it was this time of the year, and the rain had kept itself hidden. Today, though, the rain had magically appeared without any warning.

"Mamma, mamma!"

"Yes, honey, we're almost there. We're almost with your mamma," she tried to calm her down. She had tried to cover Sofia up as much as possible, but she hadn't much on her when she left the apartment that day.

She let a smile cover her features when she saw the exit of the park and the apartment coming closer. She ran towards it as quick as she could, with the stroller's wheels refusing to roll properly.

When she stepped inside the building, she noticed none of the lights were working and realized the power must be off because of the storm. That also meant the elevator wasn't usable.

"Of course," she sighed. The Latina didn't know what to do next. She could always go with the stairs, but that was quite impossible with the stroller. She couldn't call Callie, because her phone didn't have any signal in this weather, and she couldn't go get her either, because that meant that Sofia had to stay downstairs alone. It wouldn't be that long, but she still couldn't risk it.

She sighed again, realizing only the first option was actually the only option.

She kneeled down in front of the toddler en made sure she couldn't fall out of the stroller. Just in case…

"Here we go."

She walked up the first few steps alone and tried to pull the stroller up after her. Maybe it wasn't the safest way to get upstairs, but it sure as hell was the easiest one. She smiled when she reached the top of the first flight of stairs. "See? Maybe we'll get home alive." She only then realized she could have easily folded up the stroller, since Sofia could already walk. The toddler hadn't really learned how to climb a stair without her hands, but Santana could put her in bath when they were home.

"Okay, little one, I'm going to take you out of this annoying thing and you are going to sit on the floor for a few minutes. Yeah?"

She wasn't going to get an answer anyway, so she just put Sofia on the ground. She tried to remember how to fold the stroller, but soon realized she wasn't actually paying attention when Callie had explained it to her. She was too busy thinking about when she was going to see Brittany again.

Sofia crawled over and pointed to an instruction sewed to the bottom of the stroller. "Oh my God, Sofia, you're a genius! Thank you, thank you, thank you," Santana praised the toddler, picking her up and giving her a kiss on the cheek. The youngest Latina squealed happily and showed Santana her brightest smile. "How do you know it was there, though?"

"Mamma!"

She didn't know how she was supposed to know what that meant, but soon figured out Arizona probably wasn't that good with the stroller either.

"Ooh, I see…"

She tried to fold up the stroller as best as possible with the three-steps-instruction on the bottom, and concluded she wasn't going to be able to carry it in one hand, so Sofia's bag had to stay downstairs. She tried to hide it a bit, but was pretty sure no one was going to take it, since it was all diapers, toys and bread. Nodding towards the stairs, she picked up the stroller and ushered Sofia up the stairs.

"Finally," she sighed happily when she reached the top of the last flight of stairs. She emptied her hands and rung the doorbell. Why don't I have a key? she asked herself when Arizona opened the door.

"Where were you guys? We were worried sick!"

Santana handed over Sofia and smiled when the blonde seemed to ignore the fact that the toddler was wet and dirty as she hugged her tight.

"Relax, it's not like we were gone that long."

Arizona just gave her a look, while Santana smiled at her innocently. The Latina suddenly turned around and started running down the stairs.

"Where are you going?" Arizona asked, confused.

That was when it happened.

Her shoe had slipped when she wasn't watching where she was going for a second, making her lose her balance, and unfortunately, tumble down the stairs.

Santana's first instinct was holding out her hands, to avoid hitting her head against the ground, but soon realized that might not have been the greatest idea.

She felt something snap and heard a few cracking noises when her fall ended on the ground.

"Ow."

"What did you do?" Callie asked when Arizona finally found her. The blonde had forgotten her pager at home when she rushed to get the teenager to the hospital. She was carrying a soggy Sofia in one arm, and had the other hand resting on Santana's upper arm.

"She fell down the stairs," Arizona explained in Santana's place, as Callie checked out her left arm.

Santana looked at the ground, trying to hide the obvious pain she was in, while she was guided into an exam room. "I'm fine."

Callie huffed, giving her niece an incredulous look. "Sure… That's why your arm is bent this way."

When those words reached her ears, the younger Latina dared to take a look at her arm. She couldn't contain the yelp of surprise and disgust when she saw what her aunt meant. It was obviously broken in at least one place, probably more, and was already bruising badly.

"Yeah, not so fine anymore, huh?" Callie teased the girl.

Santana glared at her, but let her continue examining her arm.

"Can you order a head CT and page Sloan?" Callie asked Arizona.

"I'm on it." The blonde sat Sofia down on a chair and smiled at her wife as she left the room.

"Why do I need to get something for my head?" Santana asked confusedly, not understanding what this had to do with her arm.

Callie just shrugged, "Just want to make sure everything's still alright in that head of yours."

Santana smiled smugly. "Aw, doesn't auntie CalCal want me to die? I knew you liked me."

"Of course I don't want you to die. Then I'd have to give you a funeral," the oldest Latina told her with a grin of her own. "And you seriously need to work on your nicknames. They suck."

Santana rolled her eyes at her aunt, not caring if she liked the names she came up with or not.

"Isn't Sloan a plastic surgeon?" she asked.

"Yeah, I just called him because you are obviously going to get some ugly scars, and I rather prevent them, than having to cut you open because of them."

The younger Latina shrugged her shoulders and studied her arm. "I don't care. Scars are badass," she told her aunt.

Callie started laughing suddenly, making Santana look at her weirdly.

"What the hell is so funny?" she asked the woman.

Callie smiled at her and decided she should elaborate. "I said those exact words once when I had the chicken pox."

At that moment, Mark and Arizona walked into the room.

"You fell down the stairs?" Mark asked the seventeen-year-old, amused.

Santana looked at Arizona incredulously, "You told him?"

Arizona shrugged her shoulders helplessly, "What was I supposed to do? Let him have his own guess?"

Santana huffed and looked around the room when, once again, her arm was inspected.

"Yeah, I can work with this," Mark told them.

Callie nodded and walked over to the younger Latina, carefully grabbing her lower arm with two hands. Santana gave her a confused look, when Callie suddenly snapped her arm back in place.

She yelled out in pain, almost falling of the exam table.

"What the hell! Why did you do that? You could have warned me!" she shouted at her aunt, grabbing the injured arm and rubbing it softly.

Callie just shrugged her shoulders, used to the reaction she got, since she did this at least twice a day.

"It hurts less when you don't see it coming."

Santana was wandering around the hospital by herself, having left Arizona and Callie when the conversation got too boring. Her aunt had put a cast around her arm and had made her get a head CT, and then she was free to leave, if she ever found an exit. And she had to pee.

She walked into a room, hoping it was the restroom, but she was very wrong. The only things here were medical stuff, everything standing on high shelves. After looking around for a few minutes, she realized she was in the storage room.

She heard a door open and close, and a second later, the lights were turned off.

"Hey!" she shouted.

"Oops," another voice said. The lights were turned on again. "Sorry," the voice called apologetically.

Santana walked around another high rack and searched for whoever walked in. She didn't know the other person was doing the same. When one turned the corner, the other did the same, therefore they didn't see each other.

After doing this for some time, Santana got frustrated and stood still. This could have gone on forever. "Just stand still, I'm coming to you." She turned around and restarted her search.

Eventually, she found a female, blond head staring in the other direction. She tapped her shoulder and smiled when she recognized her.

"So this is where you have been hiding," she told the blonde.

The blonde shrugged, "My dad's here. I haven't had the time to go back to the park," Brittany said, smiling at the other girl. Then her eyes fell on Santana's cast. "What happened to your arm?" she asked worried.

"It's nothing. Just fell down the stairs." She said it like it was nothing and waved her hand at the blonde, indicating to forget about it.

However, Brittany grinned at her, "You didn't really strike me as the 'I am a badass, but, secretly, I love pink' type, though," she told her when she noticed the baby pink color of the cast.

Santana subtly rolled her sleeve over it, not being able to cover it completely. "It's not because I'm badass, I can't like pink. It's a nice color. Plus: pink is badass."

Brittany shrugged, "Well, yeah… Punk pink. But this is baby pink. There's a big difference."

"It was the only color they had." Santana stuck out her bottom lip to get the blonde to stop teasing her. It kind of worked.

Kind of.

Instead of teasing her, the blonde just started laughing her ass off.

"You look like a baby," the blonde said between laughs.

Santana's pout just grow the longer the blonde laughed. "Do not."

Brittany was now leaning against one of the racks. If she wasn't, she probably would've fallen to the floor.

"I'm going now. Bye," the Latina said, turning around.

"No, no… Wait, I'm sorry," the blonde said, placing a hand on Santana's shoulder. The laughing had stopped by now, so the Latina decided to stay.

"Why are you here, though?" she asked the blonde.

"I was searching for the cafeteria, but I still get lost every time," Brittany told her, being used to it by now. "What about you?"

"Searching for the restroom."

"They really should put up some more signs."

"That they do," Santana agreed.

The stared around awkwardly, not knowing what to say.

"I'll be on my way now," the Latina said. She turned around and started for the door.

"Wait," Brittany said. Santana wheeled around again, giving her questioning look. "Will I see you again?"

Santana smiled at that. "Maybe you will."

Brittany let out a laugh, when the Latina winked at her. "Where have I heard that before?" she asked playfully, nudging the Latina's shoulder.

Santana grinned at the blonde, giving her a last look, before opening the door and starting her search for the exit again.

Friday evening, Santana walked into the apartment, after she and Callie had gone out, searching for a decent school. Callie had made a proposition; if she went to school again, she would get everything she wanted (it's not like they were poor), but if she didn't, she would be out of the house when she was eighteen. It might not have been the nicest approach, but it was very effective. Santana had agreed to go to school immediately.

"When do I start?" the seventeen-year-old asked her aunt.

Callie pondered for a second, trying to remember what the principal had told them. "I think this Monday…"

Santana gave her an incredulous look, "You think? You seriously don't know when I have to go to school?"

"I just have to look it up again."

"Fine. When are we eating?" she asked, turning on the TV and sitting on the sofa.

"When Arizona is home."

"Yeah, where is she?" Santana asked, only now noticing the blonde was nowhere to be seen.

"She is doing some grocery shopping with Sofia. She'll be home in half an hour."

"Can you tell her to bring pizza?"

"Why?"

"I want pizza."

"So?"

"Hasn't our deal started yet?"

Callie now realized what she had actually agreed to, and thought that might have been the most stupid idea she had ever had.

"Fucking God. What have I done?"

"Yeah, what have you done?" Santana retorted, smirking.

This was going to be awesome.

A/N 2

So yeah, don't know exactly what they do when you break a bone or how long the cast has to stay on, since I have never broken a bone.

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