Reading over some of my chapters, it has occurred to me that I've made a few grammar mistakes, but I'm only human, and shouldn't be nit-picky- I'm proud of this story. Anyway, Thanks once again for favouriting, following and reviewing this story. I've drawn out the outline to 10 chapters. Enjoy
Chapter 7: Congratulations
Brittany's POV
I lay in the ambulance, mesmerized by the warm touch of Santana's hand in mine. I feel light headed, turning to look at the bunch of reporters outside the aquatic centre. I think back to what happened, and it makes me feel faint again.
When I look back at Santana, she is giving me the most adoring smile, comforting me with them. Breakfast this morning gave me such a warm feeling, and I start imagining every morning like that.
I see Quinn in the distance running towards me with a frantic look. 'Brit! Are you alright? I just heard what happened from this reporter called Puck.'
I sigh. 'I'm ok Quinn, just a little shaken up.' Santana gives her a reassuring nod.
She then gets hugged by Quinn, who thanks her for protecting me.
'Oh yeah, there's another thing. Upon hearing of the incident, your mum's had a panic attack and had to go to the hospital. Don't worry, she'll be fine, doctors saying she'll be out the next day.'
My heart drops at the news of my mum. I always knew she was worried about me, constantly panicking if I got bullied at school or got an injury in swimming, but this panic attack made me want to be by her side, if only to reassure her.
I get Quinn's attention and ask her for her phone.
I promptly ring home, hoping dad is there. Thankfully he is. With Santana's hand in mine, I listen as he connects me to her hospital room. Her raspy voice makes me want to cry.
'Hi mum. Yeah I'm ok, I'm safe.' We are both comforting each other, not wanting to send her into a panic, by choosing my words carefully.
I hang up 10 minutes later, in tears. Santana hugs me close, whispering soothing words in my ear, and all I can do is cry my heart out in relief.
After a final check-up, we leave the ambulance, with Quinn helping us. We slowly enter the athlete's dorm, passing onlookers who stop talking and offer to help us. I couldn't be more happy by the support from other people.
The three of us enter my room, Quinn leaving as soon as Santana lowers me onto the bed. I look up at her, and can't help but feel how lucky I am to have her.
Together, we watch the sun set outside my window, not saying much. Play was suspended for tonight, the officials not wanting to subject any paranoid athletes to competing.
I hear scuffling outside, burying my head into Santana's chest. She speaks softly, I have to strain to hear. 'Do you feel like eating dinner?' I nod my head against her.
She reaches her arm for the phone and orders pizza on room service.
'Hey can we watch some movies?' I ask.
'Of course we can sweetie.' Santana gets up and walks over to my DVD pile in the corner. She laughs, turning to me. 'Quite a collection.'
I turn over. 'Yeah I figured I would get bored here at some point. That one.' I say when she holds up Shrek. I give her a sideways smile when she looks at me.
10 minutes later, pizza arrives. Santana takes care of the money while I turn on the TV and start Shrek.
We eat in silence, watching one of my favourite movies. I snuggle close to her, enjoying the warmth that she envelops me in. Halfway through the movie, I feel my eyes fluttering shut, but I didn't want to sleep, and relive what happened today.
I gave up, the last thing I thought about was Santana.
Santana's POV
I turn off the movie when I feel Brittany drifting off to sleep in my arms. I reposition us in a lying position and switch off the light. Giving her a kiss on the forehead, I drift off too, dreaming of Brittany swimming.
The sun beats on my face when I wake, expelling me from sleep. I gaze around the room, at the posters of famous swimmers, the photos of her family on her bedside table.
Brittany had made this temporary place her home.
I smile, my gaze shifting back to the sleeping beauty next to me, deep in sleep. I lean down and kiss her, feeling as she wakes up, and smiles into the kiss. Her returning kiss sent me into space, seeing stars.
I rest my forehead against hers. 'Morning gorgeous. How did you sleep?'
She grins. 'Very well. I had a nice pillow.' She says nuzzling into my shoulder.
I grin back, but sigh unhappily when I hear two knocks on the door.
I get up reluctantly, not wanting to leave Brittany. I open the door to a refreshed looking Puck. That only makes one of us.
'You weren't in your room. You know what, I should just come here when I want to talk to you.' He then adds, 'Congratz by the way.'
'Thanks.' I say looking back at Brittany, who is going through her bag.
'Anyway, wanna join the team for breakfast?' He says, pacing on his toes.
'I promised Brittany I wouldn't leave her, and I shouldn't surround her with a bunch of reporters. You know as well as I do they are just going to ask her about yesterday, and she doesn't need that.'
'You really like her, don't you?' He says smiling genuinely. he syayssss
'Yeah I do. I've only known her for 5 days, but it just feels right with her. She makes me feel happy.' I say quietly.
He shakes his head smiling, then walks out to the hallway.
I never understood how Puck works. I had only meet him 3 times previous to the games, and all those times, he was drunk and hitting on girls.
I concluded he was a womanizer, but seeing him here, he might be the same guy, but he genuinely cares for his colleagues.
Turning back, I see Brittany going through her stuff, and picking out what she was looking for.
Her two gold medals.
At finding what she was looking for, she sits down cross legged, holding them and tracing her fingers across the engraving.
I sit down next to her and take my hands in hers, holding the heavy medals in our hands.
Just as I was about to say something, my phone goes off. My sister. 'Hey sis, what's up?' I say, not letting go of Brittany's hand.
Apparently she was ringing to inform me that I've been on the news for the past day and is wondering what is going on. My interview with Brittany Pierce after the relay is famous on YouTube and everything.
When I told her Brittany is my girlfriend, she congratulated me.
I hung up, not too thrilled that Brittany's name is in two major stories from the games.
That night, we are sitting on the coach, watching some mindless sitcom. 'I'm bored San. Can we go play pool? Please.' She pouts at me and I can't say no to that.
And besides, Sam texted her saying that the athletes behind the threat have been caught, so it should be safe.
We walk into the playroom, passing the cafeteria, with Brittany wearing her medals with pride. I keep her close to me, linking hands. I pick the pool table at the back, farthest away from the entrance.
The threat might be over but I still feel the need to protect Brittany.
She beats me in the first game, and I'm adamant to not let her beat me. I puff out my chest and proceed to hit a phenomenal shot, pumping the cue in the air. Needless to say, I won that game.
Half way through the next one, we break to go get dinner. All the curious onlookers watch us line up, obviously wanting to know the details. One woman walks up to Brittany, middle aged with a bronze medal around her neck.
'You are so brave Brittany Pierce. Can I have a photo with you?' She says pulling out her phone.
I want nothing more than to step in and tell her to go away, but I step aside, watching them pose.
The woman smiles. 'Thanks. And congratulations.' She says winking at us.
When she walks away, I order pasta for the both of us. When we sit down at the coaches table, Brittany gives me a peck on the cheek. 'Thanks for protecting me Santana. You're amazing.'
I'm drowned out by the animated conversations around me, but I whisper, 'You're the amazing one.'
She lays our linked hands in her lap, eating and listening to the coaches giving their players tips and congratulations. It was a stark contrast to Tuesday night, when half of them couldn't see straight.
They all agreed that once we get back to New York, there would be another party, this time extended to family and friends. Great, one big party, and Brittany can properly celebrate.
Brittany got a text saying that Sam wants to meet her at aquatic centre tomorrow to see if she wanted to swim for a fundraiser for starving children.
Apparently the games committee are putting on a fundraiser in swimming and gymnastics for the 2nd week for athletes who have finished their competing.
I watch her finger hover over the send button.
I cover her hand in mine. 'You don't have to do it if you don't want to. I'm sure he'll understand.'
She looks at me with ocean blue eyes. 'No I want to. It'll be hard to go back there, but it's for a good cause. ' She pushes send.
Up next, Brittany returns to the aquatic centre, fundraiser swim(with Santana reporting) and a memorable Skype call.
