I strolled into work late the next morning. After leaving Quinn's place I ended up finishing the bottle of Jack and sleeping in the park under a bench.
"You look like shit, San," Kurt said. I walked past him and went straight to my office. I threw my bags onto the floor not caring if the contents of it spilled onto the floor. Kurt followed me in and closed the door behind me.
"How was your session?"
"Not much happened. We talked," I said with my head in my hands. My head was pounding.
"Does that have to do with why you smell like booze?" Kurt asked. My head shot up. Fuck, bad idea. I groaned in agony.
"No," I groaned, "I drank a bit."
"And didn't have time to shower this morning?"
"Not when you wake up under a bench in McKinley Park," I shot back. Kirt winced.
"Ooh," he said, "What happened?"
"Quinn and I are over … for good."
"Wha-Why?"
"I found her in bed with Dr. Hudson last night."
"Platonic sleepover?" Kurt wondered. I chuckled bitterly.
"Yeah. Totally," I said, "A naked one."
"Ouch," Kurt winced. I just shrugged.
"I was already drinking when I got to her house."
"Therapy was that bad?" He asked.
"Somewhat," I started, "Emotionally draining. It brought up some things that I wish I could forget."
"Santana, remember, I was there as well," Kurt said. I looked up at him.
"I know," I said. Kurt looked at me sympathetically.
"Come on, go throw some cold water on your face," Kurt said, "You look ghostly." I chuckled.
"Great diagnosis, Doc," I said getting up from my chair.
"I should get my name engraved on this chair," I said to Mercedes.
"Same," she said, "Maybe get gold plaques glued onto this desk."
"Preach."
She handed me some files.
"Let's get this over with," She told me. I got up and walked to my first patient. As I was doing my routine preliminary check up on them, Finn walked up to me.
"Dr. Lopez, can we speak?" He asked. I clenched the clipboard when I heard his voice.
"Dr. Hudson...no," I said as I continued.
"Mercedes can do this check-up," He said as he whistled Mercedes over.
"Who the hell are you whistling at?" She said as she got close to him.
"Finish this checkup, I have to talk to Dr. Lopez," He said. Mercedes gave me this look. I rolled my eyes at him.
"I do not know what we could possibly talk about, Hudson. I am busy and you will not come into my ER commanding people around," I said.
"With all due respect-" I turned around and lightly pushed him away from the patient.
"With all due disrespect, I do not give a fuck about what you want to talk about. Quinn? It's obvious what happened and I don't see why we have to talk about it."
"I just want to make sure we're cool," Finn said. I laughed.
"You fucked my girlfriend," I said.
"So, that's a no?" He asked. I wanted to smack him so badly and Mercedes could sense my anger rising.
"Finn, get the hell out of here. Don't you have some bones to reset or something?" Mercedes said. Finn huffed and walked away. I closed my eyes and counted to five.
"Thanks 'Cedes," I said to her.
"I'm the only one here allowed to piss you off," She said before returning to her desk. I rolled my eyes and chuckled.
I sat in the operating theatre and watched Kurt perform a surgery on gallstones stuck in the cystic duct of a 24-year-old woman. I ate my lunch as Kurt did his first cut. The other people in the theatre just stared at me.
"What?" I bit. They all turned the heads to the surgery happening in front of us.
"How can you eat while watching this?" A voice said. I looked up and saw Brittany.
"This spaghetti is really delicious and I don't wanna waste it," I said. She chuckled and sat down next to me.
"When am I going to see you down there?" She asked me. I just shrugged.
"Whenever my shrink says I'm good enough to do so," I said. Brittany looked at my spaghetti again.
"Is this what you do for lunch instead of going out with your parents and Quinn?" Brittany asked. I flinched.
"I rather be here than next to my parents and my ex."
"Ex?"
"Ex." Brittany patted my back, comfortably.
"Sorry."
"It's not your fault. You didn't sleep with Quinn and I walk in on it," I said, "No need to be sorry." I packed my fork with as much spaghetti as I can manage and stuffed my mouth with it.
"It's that good?" Brittany asked chuckling.
"Yea, you want some?" I asked holding my fork out to her. She smiled and took the spaghetti off my fork and into her mouth. She chewed for a bit before an elated moan escaped her lip. I just stared as she stole my fork and took more spaghetti.
"This is great," She said with her mouth full.
"Y-yea. Good," was all I could get out. Brittany giggled. I regained my composure.
"I could cook you some," I said, "If you liked it that much."
"Dr. Lopez can cook? Major Lieutenant Corporal Lopez can cook?" Brittany said loudly. Some other doctors started shushing us.
"Hey, can you guys lower your voices? I'm trying to learn here," some intern said. I flicked him off.
"Learned what that means yet?" I said. Brittany laughed and grabbed my middle finger.
"San!" She laughed and I just smiled at her. Her pinky wrapped around mine and she lead me out of the theatre. I followed her aimlessly to the ER. She said hey to Mercedes before letting go of my pinky.
"Yes," She said. I looked at her confused. She chuckled.
"I would like for you to cook for me," She said, "Some spaghetti or anything you want." I nodded.
"No problem."
A/N: Issa short chapter. Sorry it took so long for an update. I actually started working on another chapter before finishing this one.
