A/N Ok, here's what happened next, I have changed this to a neutral POV from Santanas so it's clearer, and it's got flashbacks and a song so it's different and longer than part one. Please review and I already have another prompt I'm working on but please leave your own! Thanks. :)
Gx
Biggest mistake of my life. (Part two)
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Brittany was terrified. She was just focusing on keeping her breathing steady, clutching desperately at the tanned hand, the cold tanned hand. She pressed another soft kiss to it, the way she had been every half hour for the past three days. Her eyes were puffy and red and her cheeks were tear stained, she was pale and tired. She had refused to leave Santanas side, only to quickly use the bathroom, making sure someone was waiting with Santana while she did, quickly returning to hold her hand again, she barely slept in the lumpy hospital chair and the blanket the nurse had given her she had quickly wrapped around Santanas cold unconcious body.
It had been a week.
A week since the accident. Brittany refused to eat or go to school. Occasionally Sam or Tina would drop in with homework for her, and flowers for Santana. Brittanys parents were worried about her, but no matter how hard they tried she could not be pried away. Santanas parents were often here, hardly ever together but neither of them spoke to Brittany. She blamed herself. Santanas parents didn't. Brittany was still confused. She wasn't sure what Santana would say if-
No. When.
When she woke up, to find Brittany attached to her hand like a leech, refusing to speak or barely breathe without knowing she was safe.
She didn't know straight away. For some reason Dr and Mrs Lopez hadn't thought to tell Brittany that Santana was in the hospital, in a coma, with several broken bones and severe bruising and internal bleeding. It was only when Brittany had decided to pay the girl a visit and found a sobbing Maribel Lopez sitting in her car in the driveway that she knew something was up. That was four days ago. That meant three days that Brittany had spent in, almost, happiness. Getting on with her schoolwork like nothign was wrong and only crying about their 'break up' when she was alone. She wasn't even allowed to see her the first time she came, something about not being family, but once Dr. Lopez had talked to the nurses she was allowed in, and she never left.
They'd brought her clean clothes everyday, but she didn't always change. She just sat there in her sweats, a loose tank top and a hoodie.
Santanas hoodie.
She remembered the day Santana had bought it, they were shopping with their birthday money. Brittany was jumping around excitedly talking about going to the build-a-bear factory to make a friend for her unicorn Santitany. Santana chuckled and followed her friend into the store, helping her choose a big eyed chipmunk, recording a sound, (It was Santana saying 'I love you Britt-Britt') and getting it stuffed. Santana even got in a fight with a little boy over the last cheerleader costume, she could remember Santana ranting after about why a little boy would even want a cheerleading costume to put on a dog, she also made the fight sound epic but the only reason she even won is cos the boys mother had come over and talked to him, distracting him long enough for Santana to grab the outfit off the hanger and run back to Brittany at the till. Together they named the chipmunk Brittana and left the shop laughing and smiling. Santana had taken Brittany clothes shopping shortly after and along with a Batman tee shirt and a new pair of skinnies, Santana had bought the grey hoodie which she wore pretty much every lazy day she had. She had given it to Brittany before she left for Louisville and Brittany kept it with her falling asleep with it in her arms, imagining the soft fabric to be Santana, inhaling the warm scent of cinnamon and earth which was just so Santana.
Now she breathed in the soft scent again, it slowly fading away the more she wore it. She had been planning on asking Santana to wear it again now she was home, so that it would smell like her again, but she hasn't really had the chance.
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She looked at the frail body on the bed, with Santitany and Brittana on the pillows by her head. Brittany was terrified. She was scared Santana wasn't going to wake up. They all were. No one said it though. They all remained silent about the obvious elephant in the room. She was so young. She pressed yet another kiss to the limp hand in hers. She ignored the nurse when she came in to check on the girls, she mumbled an answer to the question, her eyes never leaving Santanas face. Dr Lopez had said that people in comas could hear people talking, and sometimes it helped. Brittany had spoken to Santana everyday. Told her stories. Talked about memories and failing that? She sang.
Santana was the only person who Brittany liked to sing to. To sing for. She sung everything, from the crap they were made to sing in glee club, to her own little ditties she'd written for Nationals, including My Cup, which she had actually written about Santanas... you know...
Tonight she wanted to sing something different. She'd heard this song play on the radio in her car when she'd driven over here after she found out about the accident, it had been in her head for days. She got up and shut the door that the nurse had left open, quietly, before resuming her seat. She brushed a lock of hair from Santanas face and kissed her hand again softly before quietly starting to sing.
Shadows fill an empty heart
As love is fading,
From all the things that we are
But are not saying.
Can we see beyond the stars
And make it to the dawn?
Change the colors of the sky.
This song had always been one of Santanas favourites, she'd always loved Daughtry. She remembered being cuddled in Santanas bed once, curled up in her arms, Santanas lips pressing softly to her neck as the latina sung 'Home' quietly into her hair, sending her into a relaxing sleep, loving the feel of being wrapped up in her arms.
And open up to
The ways you made me feel alive,
The ways I loved you.
For all the things that never died,
To make it through the night,
Love will find you.
She had all sorts of memories rushing around her head when she thought of the girl, how they first met, their first sleepover, their first kiss. Their first 'I love you.' The one that Santana had said when they were 15 and watching some crappyy Disney movie. The one just after Santanas Abuelo died, making her terrified of losing those around her. The one where Santana had paused the film and made Brittany look at her. The tears brimming over her eyes as she kissed her softly and whispered it against her lips. Scared of what it meant for them, but never wanting to lose Brittany without her truly knowing how she felt about her. She loved her and she wanted to make sure Brittany knew that.
What about now?
What about today?
What if you're making me all that I was meant to be?
What if our love never went away?
What if it's lost behind words we could never find?
Baby, before it's too late,
What about now?
She thought about the first time they made love. It was no secret to anyone what a highly sexed couple they were. Most girls thought it was weird and guys thought that it was hot. That it was all rough and loud like in the crappy videos they watched at home. When in reality it was anything but, sure they liked it that way sometimes. But Santana was gentle. She was caring and loving and she worshipped Brittany like she was a goddess bestowed upon the earth as a gift. And Santana cherished her.
The sun is breaking in your eyes
To start a new day.
This broken heart can still survive
With a touch of your grace.
Shadows fade into the light.
I am by your side,
Where love will find you.
She thoguht about how much she like to kiss Santana. How those soft pouty lips fit against her own perfectly. Like they were made for her. They were made to kiss each other. Only each other. Their lips pressed together firmly and moving in a rhythm created for themselves. Their tongues battling for dominance, nipping and sucking at each other in perfect harmony. She thought how Santanas lips were like morphine. They knock her out everytime they touch, send her away to a place in the clouds. Complete and utter bliss.
What about now?
What about today?
What if you're making me all that I was meant to be?
What if our love, it never went away?
What if it's lost behind words we could never find?
Baby, before it's too late,
What about now?
And her hands. Brittany gazed down at their intertwined fingers. She thought about the times they'd hold hands in public now, or then... when Santana was no longer afraid of what people thought of their relationship, when she was proud to show Brittany off to the world. And then all the times before that, when she was scared, when they would settle for linking pinkies as they walked down the corridor, or in class, Brittanys left with Santanas right, so they could be close and hold pinkies, or sometimes even hands, under the desk while they worked. Enjoying the feel of being close to one another.
Now that we're here,
Now that we've come this far,
Just hold on.
There is nothing to fear,
For I am right beside you.
For all my life,
I am yours.
She didn't want to think about their so-called 'break up'. She didn't know what Santana wanted, but she still considered her to be her girlfriend, whether Santana liked it or not. She loved her, they loved each other, and they were destined to be together always. Now and forever. Til the end of time. She was gonna make sure Santana knew that too. As soon as she woke up Brittany was gonna hold her, and never ever ever gonna let her go.
What about now?
What about today?
What if you're making me all that I was meant to be?
What if our love never went away?
What if it's lost behind words we could never find?
What about now?
What about today?
What if you're making me all that I was meant to be?
What if our love never went away?
What if it's lost behind words we could never find?
Baby, before it's too late,
Baby, before it's too late,
Baby, before it's too late,
What about now?
There was a sort of legend. That when the world was created. Humans were born with two heads, four arms and four legs. Two humans moulded together. Then they split and were cast to opposite sides of the world, destined to spend their lives looking for their other half, their soulmate. Their one true love. Looking down at the girl in the hospital bed before her, Brittany has never believed in soulmates more.
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A/N The song is What About Now by Daughtry. I'm gonna leave this like this methinks. Might return to it later unsure yet, lemme know what you think? :)
Gx
P.S None of these are Beta'd.