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This is sort of a filler chapter, but I hope you'll still enjoy it! Let me know what you think!
After a couple of minutes, Santana calmed down a little. She sat up, wiping her eyes. To Brittany she looked heartbreakingly beautiful, her face wet with tear streaks. She started digging in her purse, and got out a cell phone.
"I have to call Helena's dad," Santana said, her expression neutral. It was killing Brittany, not knowing anything about this guy, or what Santana's relationship to him was. Obviously they weren't married, since Santana didn't have a ring, and she assumed they weren't together either, because Santana had dated Puck, and she had gone out with the one guy that Brittany had had to punch in the face.
She still didn't like the idea of someone being connected to Santana so intimately though. No matter what the situation between them was right now, they were still forever bound to each other by the fact that they shared a kid.
Santana took a deep breath, seemingly bracing herself, and got up, walking a few feet away, while dialing the number.
Brittany couldn't hear what was being said, but judging from Santana's body language the conversation wasn't going that well. She looked upset, and Brittany hoped this dude wasn't like blaming Santana for what happened or anything. She wished that she could hear the conversation, so she could jump to Santana's defense if necessary.
A short while later, Santana disconnected the call, and walked back over to where Brittany was sitting. "Is he coming over?" Brittany asked, thinking that that was a logical assumption. Santana however, scoffed. "Yeah right," she said, "mostly he was mad at me for waking him up in the middle of the night. It's like he doesn't even care about his own daughter."
Her bottom lip quivered precariously, and Brittany put her arm around Santana again, in an attempt to comfort her. "Where does he live?" she inquired, trying to sound neutral, but failing. Santana's life was just like one big mystery to her, and Brittany couldn't stand it.
"He's still in New York," Santana answered, her voice weak. "Look, Britt, I know I owe you an explanation, and an apology, but I really rather not talk about this right now, okay? I'm just really worried about Lennie, so can we do this later?"
"Yeah of course, don't worry," Brittany said, feeling like an ass for asking about this right now. She started rubbing Santana's back again, humming a tune, hoping to soothe her momentarily. Soon, Brittany noticed Santana's breathing evening out, and although she wasn't asleep, she was much calmer now.
About an hour later a doctor came out to talk to Santana. They were still sitting in the same position, Brittany's arm around Santana protectively, but Santana sat up as she saw the doctor approach. She stood up seemingly strong, but Brittany could see that she was shaking slightly.
"Everything went great," the doctor said, getting straight to the point. "She should start waking up in a little bit. I'll take you to her room, and you can sit with her while you wait."
Santana promptly started sobbing again, in relief this time, and Brittany automatically got up to hug her. They lingered for a bit, and it felt really nice, but soon the doctor interrupted them, coughing awkwardly. "Right," he said, "her room is this way."
"Uhm, I can wait here?" Brittany said, unsure about what she should do. Santana surprised her though when she said: "please come with me?" "Of course," Brittany answered, internally happy.
They followed the doctor, hand in hand, and it felt like the most natural thing in the world. But Brittany tried to refrain herself from reading too much into all the physical contact the night had brought. Santana was upset, and she needed a friend, nothing more than that, she told herself.
They made it to the children's wing, where the hallways were decorated with bright images of all sorts of fluffy animals, and the doctor led them to Helena's room.
Brittany could feel Santana's worry as they saw the girl lying in a hospital bed that made her look tiny. She looked fragile, and so young, and it got to Brittany, who couldn't even begin to imagine how Santana had to feel, seeing her daughter like this.
They sat down after the doctor told them he'd be back to check on Helena soon, and Santana was rubbing away a couple more tears. "I'm sorry I'm being such an emotional wreck, but it's just, she's all I have in this world, and the thought of something happening to her, I just can't bear it."
Brittany's heart broke when she saw the girl who always acted all tough break down like this. "Hey," she said softly," I'm here okay, you've got me on your side."
Santana looked up at her gratefully, and with what Brittany thought was trust. She solemnly vowed to herself that she would be worthy of that trust, no matter how precarious it was right now, and she decided that she would do her best to take care of Santana, and of that little girl whom she still knew so little about.
