Disclaimer: Santana, Brittany, Quinn and Rachel aren't mine. As happy as I would be if any or all of them were. And Glee still belongs to FOX and Ryan Murphy, Brad Falchuk and Ian Brennen. To bad.
Chapter 3
Quinn hadn't had a hard time tracking down Brittany after she had fled Santana's room. She knew that there was a small pond in the main courtyard of the hospital that attracted ducks. After finding her it took several minutes and several rounds of tears to convince the taller girl to return to the floor that Santana's room was on to speak to a doctor. Once they returned they found San's physician who reiterated to the two women the basics of what he had told Santana and Rachel about the possibly permanent memory loss. Brittany had begun to sob again, and it took soft words and gentle pats by Quinn to bring the girl back under control. Quinn had never really been the touchy feely but she knew that it was what Brittany needed. Once Brittany was finally calm enough the two blondes made their way back to the tiny latina's hospital room. As they entered the room both Santana and Rachel's focus turned to them. Quinn looked over at Rachel who nodded her silent understanding and headed towards the door. Rachel turned back towards Santana as Brittany cautiously crossed the room to the bedside. "So we need to get going, Quinn has to work early in the morning. But we will be back after work tomorrow, and if you need anything you guys can call us. Goodnight." With that both girls smiled softly, as Quinn took Rachel's hand in hers and they walked out of the room, leaving Santana and Brittany alone.
Santana looked up at the blonde now standing several feet away from her bed and made eye contact with soft blue eyes. Brittany and Santana continued to stare into each others eyes for what felt like an eternity before Santana finally broke the silence.
"Hi."
"Hey."
Well it was a start thought Santana. "So... ummmm... I guess I am Santana. I didn't catch my last name."
"Lopez." Brittany offered.
Santana let the name play in her mind for a few seconds and then held out her right hand and said, "Well then. Hi. I am Santana Lopez. And you are?"
Brittany stepped forward to the edge of the bed and took Santana's hand in her own as she softly said, "Hi. I'm Brittany. Brittany Pierce-Lopez."
"Nice to meet you Brittany Pierce-Lopez. So we really are married huh?"
Britt bit her lower lip and flushed slightly. "Yep. We really are married. Its been two years."
"Nice. At least I'm not married to the mouth little brunette Rachel."
Brittany couldn't stiffle the laugh at the thought of Santana and Rachel being married. "I think you and Rachel would have killed each other years ago, or at least you would have killed her. You and Quinn would have killed each other too for that matter."
"So blondie and the midget are a couple too? How very L Word of us all. And how weird is it that I can remember that dumb show but I can't remember who I am."
"Yeah, they are together too... So it doesn't bother you? To be with me I mean? To be... gay?" Brittany looked genuinely concerned that it might be an issue.
Santana smiled softly and shrugged her shoulders. "Nope. Not a problem for me. A bit of a surprise I guess, but I don't have any problems with it. I mean, look at you, you are gorgeous." As soon as she said the last word Santana realized what she had said and immediately felt a blush creep onto her cheeks. "Um... so how long have we been together? You said we have been married for two years, right? Geez, I am not even sure how old I am, or we are I guess. Ugh, this is confusing."
"Now you know how I feel half the time." Santana raised an eye brow questioningly, wondering what the blonde meant by that, but Brittany continued to talk. "Anyways, well, we got together in High School, between our junior and senior year. And we graduated in 2012, and that was like almost five years ago. So we are both 23 this year. But we have been friends and basically been in love since we were like 8. Does that help at all?"
Santana laughed. "Not really, but I am sure we will have plenty of time to figure out all the details. Ummm I'm kinda tired. Would it be okay if I try to get some sleep?"
"Sure San, sorry if I confused you more. Do you think it would be okay if I stay with you for awhile? Unless you think that is weird, I mean I am not like gonna be creepy and watch you sleep or anything."
"I would like for you to stay." Santana reached her hand out to Britt who sat down in the chair pulled up against the edge of the bed and took Santana's small hand in hers with a soft smile."I mean you are technically the only person in the world I know right now." With a small smile and a large yawn Santana rolled over to face Brittany, closed her eyes and fell asleep in seconds. still gently holding hands.
The next morning Santana slowly woke up to find Brittany sleeping in the chair next to her, hunched over with her head resting on the edge of the bed. Santana lifted her hand and softly brushed the blonde hair away from the sleeping girls face, who sniffled and fluttered her eyes open. "Hey. How did you sleep? That chair couldn't have been very comfortable." Brittany stifled a yawn as she sat up and stretched her back and neck. "It was okay I guess. But I am am gonna be glad to go home and sleep in our own bed tonight." Santana began to blush at the words 'our bed', and was thankful that a nurse reading a clipboard walked in just then, saving Santana from her sudden embarrassment at the thought of sharing a bed with Brittany.
"Good morning Ms Lopez. It looks like as soon as we got a little paperwork done and set up a few follow up appointments we should be able to send you home." Santana stiffened slightly at the word 'home'. She had no idea what to expect of home. All that she knew about home was that she shared it with the beautiful blonde who had spent the night sleeping in the chair next to her. The thought calmed her slightly, although she wasn't quite sure why she felt so comfortable with the blue eyed girl. The doctor had said that she might get things ack sporadically, and maybe this was a latent memory.
"Sounds good to me. Not that your hospitality hasn't been stellar, but I am already kind of tired of looking at this room, seeing as it is the only place I have ever seen." The nurse smiled softly. "I will be back in a little while with a wheelchair in a few minutes and we will get you out of here. Feel free and change your clothes if you want to."
Santana turned to Brittany as the nurse walked out, and whined. "A wheelchair? It's my brain that is broken, not my legs!" Britt shrugged.
"Well in movies and on TV they always make people leave in wheelchairs. I think it is more dramatic that way."
"Fine." Santana said still pouting. She leaned up and started to shift in the bed when she became aware that she had no idea what she was wearing under the covers. She glanced down an noticed for the first time the thin white tanktop stretched over her upper body, and the distinct lack of a bra. She blushed furiously before remembering that the blonde next to her was her wife, and as such had certainly seen her naked before. She took a deep breath and slid the covers down and was relieved to find that she was wearing a pair of gray NYPD academy sweats. She turned her body to swing her legs over the side, and groaned loudly and took several shallow breaths trying to recover from the flash of pain from her injured ribs. She suddenly remembered the doctor mentioning last night that she had several broken ribs from either the bullets hitting her kevlar vest or from the the fall that had caused her head injury.
"Are you okay Santana? Do you need help?"
Santana grimaced at the waves of pain radiating through her chest and said through gritted teeth. "Yeah, maybe. I might need a hand with my shoes and socks. And I really doubt that I can get a shirt on either."
Brittany stood up and walked over to a small travel bag and returned with several pieces of clothing in her hands. She gently slid a pair of socks onto Santana's bare feet. "Glad Quinn suggested I grab you a zip up hoodie to wear home, that should help."
Santana slid slightly farther forward on the edge of the bed as Brittany stepped closer to the edge of the bed. The small latina slid her knees between Brittany's hips as Britt reached around to slide the right sleeve onto Santana's arm and drape the other sleeve over her left shoulder and over the broken ribs. As Brittany stepped closer to slide the sweatshirt onto her shoulders Santana felt herself take a deep breath at the sudden proximity of the tall blonde. Brittany noticed this and smiled broadly as she reached up her hand and stroked Santana's cheek softly. Santana felt her cheeks flush slightly at the gentle touch on her skin as her eyes made contact with astonishingly deep clear blue eyes of the woman standing in front of her.
"Hi." Santana whispered.
"Hey." Brittany said just as softly.
"I think we have had this conversation before."
Brittany bit her lip softly, glancing down from Santana's eyes to her lips and back up. Santana could suddenly hear her pulse pounding in her ears as Brittany started to lean in to kiss her. Just then the nurse walked in with the wheelchair and loudly cleared her throat. Both Santana and Brittany pulled apart, both blushing deeply.
