I do apologise for the crappy update. Once you'll read it you'll understand but seriously, I just couldn't be bothered. Majorly lacking inspiration and I had to add a few random bits as a filler!
Anyways, hope it's not too crappy - enjoy and please review!
Summary: Based off One Tree Hill relationship storyline. Santana moves to Lima after her mothers will, what happens when high school gets a bit too complicated? AU.
Rating: T (for this chapter)
Disclaimer: Absolutely nothing to do with the actual show. Completely seperate and an AU!
"Most of our life is a series of images. They pass us by like towns on the highway. But sometimes, a moment stuns us as it happens. And we know that this instant is more than a fleeting image. We know that in that moment, every part of it, will live on forever."
- Lucas Scott
Can't Fight Fate:
Chapter Nine
Santana awoke to a strong pair of arms supporting her body from underneath, one wrapped under the bend in her knees and the other in the middle of her back. She could only assume she was being carried as air wooshed passed her hair, flinging it across her face and causing her head to sting.
However, the pain in her chest had somewhat diminished, probably due to the endorphin release. She thought it was pretty ironic she'd learnt about how the body deals with pain in Biology the previous week. So she knew her body was counterracting the agony, and dulling it down to something more bearable.
She was no longer writhing in agony as the arms underneath her tightened. The Latina could only believe that it the state of indescribable shock had finally kicked in, rendering her incapable of much, if any movement at all.
Santana tried to lift her neck, to open her eyes and see the person carrying her, to know what the hell was going on - but her body had other ideas. Everything around her was still blurry, the only sensation her body was feeling was the venous flow of blood coming directly from the hot, burning wound on and inside her shoulder.
It was only seconds later that she heard the muffled sounds of voices around her. If it wasn't for her current state, the activities going on around her probably would've been incredibly loud. She fluttered her eyelids, trying to regain her pupils from the back in her head and her head lolled to the side, unharmed temple connecting with the crisp shirt of whoever was carrying her.
The Latina finally managed to squint, to make out incredibly blurry forms in the shape of people, Quinn, Brittany, Rachel maybe. She couldn't quite tell.
Several hands pressed against her body, and she soon found herself being placed onto something cool and comfy. The spongey sensation pressing into her back and forcing more blood out of her wound, which she could only internally flinch at.
Santana's lids kept unwillingly shutting on her, causing frustration which only spurred on the burning sensation in her chest. Seconds later she gave into the groggyness overriding her eyes and she slipped into the dark.
"Miss Lopez? If you can hear me can make any type of noise for me please?" A light, feminine voice asked.
The Latina sturred, grumbling slightly whilst trying to conform to the unrecognisable voiced demand. She swallowed against a dry, sore throat, and felt the shock of being awake set in whilst the almost overwhelming groggyness bit at the forefront of her brain.
"Miss Lopez? How about this, can you squeeze my hand for me please?"
Santana felt a cold palm slide into her left hand, and she reluctantly squeezed, feeling the shooting pains run up her arm and through her shoulder. She winced in preparation for the pain, but when she felt nothing she relaxed a little, and let the hand go.
"Okay, and now I need you to open your eyes for me. Take your time as your body will ache."
She fluttered her eyes several times whilst they were closed, feeling the drugged feeling itch at the back of her mind and she scrunched up her face. The brunette scrunched up her face, not wanting to be affected by the light as she knew it would irritate her corneas. However after sucking it up, she inhaled, feeling an intense throbbing ache inside her left lung and squinted.
The sun immediately aimed for her eyelids with a vengeance, and to her dismay, it succeeded. As soon as her lids cracked open the tiniest bit, her brain screamed at her as it pierced her pupils, reducing them to a miniscule size. Everything from Benzino to Jacob, to Brittany and the kiss then to Quinn shot straight back to her mind. She gasped audibly, and then writhered in pain as the ache in the upper left side of her torso throbbed intensely.
"Try not to make any quick movements Miss Lopez."
A young, redheaded woman was stood by her bedside. Her frame was petite and her short hair hanging loosely by her jawline, swaying as she scribbled onto her clipboard. She was dressed in bright pink scrubs, but the thing that caught Santana's eye was the latex gloves she was wearing.
A strong jawed, brunette stood next to her wearing a long, white doctors jacket. Petite glasses were perched on the end of her nose and Santana couldn't help but think it was the spitting image of Rachel in about fifteen years. She pushed the thought aside as the throbbing in her chest intensified as the back of the bed lifted up.
"There you go Miss Lopez. Is that comfortable?" The redheaded nurse said.
The Latina saw 'Nurse Emma Pillsbury' printed on her white hang down badge, and she gave her a quick smile whilst nodding. "Yes thank you."
"Now, Miss Lopez. I'm Doctor Corcoran, how are you feeling this afternoon?"
Santana turned and squinted slightly, as the doctor was on her right side, nearest the window. "Call me Santana, and apart from the whole getting shot thing, I'm just dandy."
The Latina managed to squeak out a small giggle until she saw the raised eyebrows belonging to the brunette doctor and she faultered. "Or if I'm going to be serious, it feels like I'm dying, but it sure is a hell of a lot better than it was."
Doctor Corcoran nodded, "Good. Do you know the extent of your injuries?"
Santana shook her head in response, trying not to make any sudden movements as even the wiggle of her fingertips was causing her chest to implode and burn.
"Well, when the ambulance brought you in the tissues in your body hadn't recieved enough oxygen and nutrients to allow the cells to function, so your body went into shock. Luckily, you went into surgery quick enough and we managed to locate the bullet in time so your organs didn't fail."
The Latina widened her eyes, fuck did I actually go through this?
"Your lung capacity had decreased down to 16%, which means nearly two litres of liquid was pressing against your left lung. We had to do an emergency drainage to clear your lungs, so we inserted a rubber catheter through your ribs into the pleu-"
"Doc, not that I'd love to hear this, but the gory details aren't really making me feel much better." Santana interrupted, speaking through a dried throat.
Nurse Pillsbury reached over and brought a cup to the Latina's lips, where she sipped and felt the cool liquid seep down the back of her throat, soothing it from it's dry flame. Doctor Corcoran smiled, noticing the obvious uneasiness of the medical vocabulary and let out a small laugh.
"Basically we had to drain your chest cavity, and when you finally regained around 98% lung capacity, you fell into a coma where you've stayed for the last few days."
Santana gasped at the information, jolting forward, but being instantly dragged back as the squeeze in her chest threw her back down onto the bed. The redheaded nurse lurched forward, easing the Latina down and 'coo'ing her. The immediate urge to snap at the ginger woman bubbled inside her stomach, but she knew despite feeling like a toddler, it was for the best.
"Right, so what does this mean now? How long have I been out for?" The Latina asked, shifting up and burying the back of her head into the pillow.
Dr. Corcoran shuffled, crossing her arms with the clipboard pressed between her forearms and chest. "You've been out for the past four days Santana."
"Whoah." The Latina mumbled under her breath, "Shit. So, you got any good news?"
"You're healing at an accelerated speed, and when we've given you your final tests, you'll be released. Which should be sometime in the next two days. You'll suffer some discomfort in the left side of your torso, but once we've put your arm into a sling, you'll be almost as good as new."
Santana nodded and smiled weakly, before she could answer a rustling from her right brought her out of the conversation and she turned her head to see Quinn and Rachel standing by the door. The blonde's eyes were red rimmed and blood shot, she was shaking in her step and her hands were trembling uncontrollably.
Images of herself and Brittany kissing snapped into her mind and her chest panged with another type of ache, the guilty one. Rachel however stood there, scowling at the Latina who momentarily diverted her gaze towards her after looking at Quinn.
"I'll leave you too it." Dr Corcoran said, walking towards the door where she stopped after seeing Rachel and stared wide-eyed at her.
The Jewish girl crooked her head and raised an eyebrow at the doctors inspection, but after the older brunette said 'excuse me', she just brushed passed her and Rachel returned to glaring at the Latina.
"Hey Q, hey Rach."
Quinn didn't hesitate as she ran over to Santana and basically chucked herself at her. The Latina flinched, expecting pain, but as the blonde was on her right side, it didn't affect her.
"Oh my God San I was so worried about you never do that again why did you run back inside I was waiting outside and ohmygod I can't believe you're okay I'm so fucking glad and-"
The tanned brunette giggled and lifted the blondes head from her unharmed shoulder, cupping her face and bringing them eye to eye. The sentence was spoken so quickly she'd only heard the speedy mumbles, "Q, baby, stop. I'm fine. Calm down."
Quinn started sobbing one more, her hazel eyes glassing over and tears flooding out of them. "I w-was s-so w-worried San."
Santana returned to stroking the blondes hair as Quinn buried her face into the crook of her olive neck, nuzzling and soaking the Latina's neck with her salty tears. She looked up to see Rachel standing at the foot of her bed, resting the front of her thighs against the footboard with her arms crossed and jaw clenched.
The Latina immediately panicked and the Jewish girl obviously sensed her best friends feelings and shuffled, softening her facial features and nudging her head towards Quinn as if to say take-care-of-her . Santana nodded and returned to stroking her fingertips through her girlfriends blonde locks in any attempt to sooth her.
Around ten minutes later, Quinn's whimpers and sobs had subsided and she was now taking refuge in the comfy seat situated next to Santana's bed. Rachel was sat by the window on the ledge, peering out the window. Quinn's pale hands were cupping Santana's right one and hazel eyes were gazing into dark chocolate ones.
"So who came to visit whilst I was out?" Santana asked non-chalantly, like being in a coma was a normal thing.
"I came everyday, of course, along with Rachel. Your dad and brother have been with you most of the time, but Luis wanted some food so they've gone to the cafeteria. Benzino and Noah even came to visit yesterday." Quinn answered, trailing her fingertips up and down the back of the Latina's hands.
"You met my dad?" Santana asked, wincing at the word dad. Despite having an intense hatred for the man for lying to her, he was her father. Biologically, maybe not, but he'd raised her and loved her, made her into everything she was today.
"Yeah, he was here when you arrived and Luis came later. They're really nice San." Quinn said softly. The Latina instantly felt another guilt pang strike her heart strings as she watched how much her girlfriend loved
Santana cleared her throat, noticing the missing person but not wanting to seem to obvious. Her mind was swarming, trying to find the least suspicious way to put it, and suddenly it clicked.
The blonde looked up, and searched deep brown orbs that were staring at her quizically. Suddenly her breath hitched, and the question lodged like a golf ball in the middle of her throat, fearing that her girlfriend could sense the obvious question. Quinn straightened her back and looked at Santana with innocent eyes, completely unaware and childlike.
A buzzing noise broke the Latina out of her guilty conscience and she could've sworn a light layer of sweat formed on her brow. The blonde looked at her phone, and furrowed her brows before glancing back up to her girlfriend,
"Excuse me while I get this babe." She said, leaning over and kissing Santana on the forehead before escaping out the door.
Santana watched and bit her bottom lip, knowing the guilt was increasing everytime she saw the blonde. She turned back, feeling eyes boring into the side of her head and looked at Rachel who had her arms crossed and a single eyebrow raised.
"Go on then, get it out." Santana muttered, shuffling into a seated position.
Rachel pushed off the ledge she was perched on and headed towards the Latina's bed, where she fluffed the pillows to create a more comfortable position for Santana. "I don't know what you mean Santana."
The Latina scoffed, "Berry, just spit it out. Your my best friend, I think I know when you're pissed."
"Nope. I'm fine."
Frustration bubbled inside Santana's chest, and suddenly it snapped, like an elastic band. "Fine, if you don't wanna start I will. What's the deal with you and Puckerman?"
Rachel physically flinched away from the Latina, scowling and shaking her head with a nervous laughter, "Nothing."
"Sure. Definitely seemed like nothing with those longing, adoring stares and hand holding." Santana retorted sarcastically, crossing her arms and raising both eyebrows in the middle of her forehead.
The shorter brunette exhaled heavily, and turned away from the Latina's glare as she paced across the room. "I'm tutoring him."
Santana couldn't help but feel the betrayal impact her chest. Her best friend was going behind her back and tutoring the one guy she hated the most, the one guy who'd treated her like she when she'd done fuck all wrong. The frustration and anger mixed together in her stomach, creating an unknown concoction that caused venom to drip from her teeth like a snake.
"And you conveniently forgot to tell me, you're best friend about this? How could you Rach? You know what he's like, you know how much of a douchebage he is."
"Like you conveniently forgot to tell me about you and Brittany?" Rachel snapped, spinning on her heel to bite back at Santana's comment.
The Latina relaxed her shoulders, not realising how tense her body was and how her injuries were protesting against the strain. "What?"
"You and Brittany. There's obviously something there. Unlike you, I'm only tutoring Noah. There's nothing more than a tutor/student, platonic relationship. Can't say the same for you and your best friends girlfriend."
Santana heard the truth of the words, but didn't want to reveal anything to her best friend as she herself didn't know what the hell was going on, "There's nothing between me and Brittany. Jesus christ Rach. Can't I be friends with my best friends girlfriend without wanting to fuck her?"
The Jewish girl shook her head and laughed, yes laughed. Santana narrowed her eyes and craned her neck forward.
"Whatever Rach. Why did you lie to me about Puck?"
Rachel shifted her weight onto her right leg, cocking her hip to the side. "Because I knew you'd react like this. I was ordered by Mr Schuester to tutor him, if I could've had it any other way I would've. But over the last few weeks-"
"Weeks?" The Latina repeated, not knowing the extent of this relationship going on behind her back.
The Jewish girl nodded, "Yes, six to be exact. And don't start going off on one about how much of a bad guy he is, because he isn't. He's actually quite sweet and I know you don't believe it but I'm not stupid, I'm not naive, and I can handle myself. So save it Santana, I don't want to hear what you're going to say about him. He's different."
Santana had no idea what to say. Despite the intense betrayal growing inside her chest, alongside the pain, the words just weren't forming inside her brain. She knew Rachel wasn't stupid, or naive, but it was just her instinct to try and protect her best friend from someone she knew to be an asshole.
The Latina glanced down to her fingertips and unfolded her arms before picking at the cuticles as Brittany ran through her mind. She wanted to know where she was, badly, but considering the conversation she'd just had, it probably wasn't the best idea.
"She was scared to come you know." Rachel said as she stepped towards the chair, previously occupied by Quinn and sat down.
The Latina stayed silent, and she saw her best friend shuffle in her seat, so she was leaning towards Santana, "Britt. She was scared you wouldn't want to see her."
"I know who you meant." The taller brunette replied. She exhaled heavily and threw her head back against the pillow, so she stared up at the ceiling. "Why?"
"I was going to ask you that."
Santana furrowed her brows and turned her head to look at the girl next to her, "I-I... I don't know. I've been in a coma, so I'm pretty much as clueless as you are Berry."
"It's deeper than that San, I know it and so do you."
The Latina felt her face fall into an emotionless expression. She looked forward and then down in sadness, her eyes glazing with moisture. Rachel shuffled closer and clasped Santana's hand between her own;
"Look San, I'm not gonna lecture you and start saying that you should break up with Quinn if you and Brittany have something-"
Santana opened her mouth but Rachel stopped her, the Latina could feel the fury bubbling inside her chest. She loved the Jewish girl, she really did. But there was something just so goddamn annoying about her, because despite being Santana's best friend, she couldn't understand or even start to comprehend what the Latina was going through and how confused she was.
"-Let me finish. Anyway, I'm not here to lecture you, I'm here to be your best friend and support you. So whatever you're doing, please try and sort it out. You need to clear your head, because you're obviously conflicting with yourself. And if you and B-"
Suddenly, something snapped inside of Brittany. She whipped her hand away, stopping her best friend mid sentence and glared at her with narrowed eyes, "No Rachel stop. I'm with Quinn."
Rachel stared at her incredulously, her eyes wide and shaped eyebrows furrowed.
"You don't know what's the fuck is going on, and you're wrong! It's that simple. You're making up a situation in your head so just stop trying to get involved in my life and fucking focus on yours for once in your goddamn life! Quinn is my girlfriend, and I love her. Her, not Brittany. Puto infierno!"
Santana immediately regretted her words, she felt the venom evapourate as soon as the Spanish rolled off her mouth. She awaited a reaction from Rachel, her head turned out the window and away from her best friend.
Seconds passed and the Latina still hadn't recieved a reply from her best friend. She turned to meet the back of Rachel's head, and followed her gaze at the door where a tall, blonde, blue eyed beauty stood, hobbling on crutches with one leg raised behind her. Their eyes met, chocolate orbs staring into watery, crystal blue ones.
A lump formed in Santana's throat and she saw Rachel turn her head slowly, eyes burning with fury and sympathy as they stared at the Latina. She flickered momentarily towards Rachel and saw the silent statement in her head, we'll talk later.
"Hey Britt." Rachel chimed, craning her head to look at Brittany who was still focused on the Latina.
She shook her head, and darted her gaze to the Jewish girl, forcing a weak smile as she shuffled her weight, gripping the crutches tighter until Santana could see the skin on her knuckles turning white.
"Uh, hi Rachel."
Rachel obviously sensed the tense atmosphere and pushed up from the seat, stepping towards Brittany and engulphing her in a small hug which the dancer returned with a single arm, as her other was still supporting her weight.
"I'm glad you're alright." Rachel said as she pulled away, "My mom wants me back so I've gotta get going. Bye Britt, bye Santana."
The blonde nodded and smiled, and the Jewish girl smiled back and turned to Santana. With a single glance, she warned her with her facial expression to be nice before she exited the room, palming Brittany's shoulder as she went. Blue and brown eyes met in an locked gaze, but they were suddenly snapped out of it by the reappearance of the Jewish girl.
Rachel ran inside the room and leant in towards Santana. The Latina furrowed her brows as hot breath tickled her ear and she turned to listen intently to what her best friend was whispering;
"She did by the way. She visited everyday, after your Mario, Luis and Quinn left at 4. Every evening until visiting time was over, until the last second."
The Jewish girl backed off and headed towards the door. Brittany had been watching the exchange, and was biting her lip, obvious nervous by the whispers. Santana didn't read to much into it, but she couldn't help but feel her heart flutter at the information. Just as Rachel smiled apologetically and walked behind Brittany, she turned,
"Visiting times over at 9 by the way Britt. Just in case you didn't know."
Santana furrowed her brows, wondering at the randomness of her best friends sentence. The blonde shuffled, stretching her injured, long leg forward and back again.
"Oh, right, I didn't know. Thanks Rach." Brittany answered, trying to look as innocent as possible.
It was only then that the Latina realised why Rachel had said that.
Santana cleared her throat and shifted her body into a seated position, pressing the pillow into her back to support her back.
"Hey." Brittany said, breaking the awkward atmosphere.
"Hi." Santana answered, gulping audibly whilst trying to push down the golf-sized ball lodging inside her throat.
Blue and brown eyes met, searching each other for any trace of emotion, but as Santana scanned the mezmerising cerulean orbs, she couldn't find anything. After a long silence of apprehensive looks, the Latina smiled weakly and glanced down to Brittany's leg, taking in the white bandage and crutches.
"Take a seat, don't wanna put to much pressure on your leg." Santana said as the blonde hobbled on her spot.
Brittany nodded and hopped the once occupied seat by Rachel and sat down, scooching as far away from the brunette without physically moving the chair. "Thanks."
Santana could hear her heart quickening its pace, her throat drying as the intoxicating aroma of the cheerlead wafted towards her. Coconut and vanilla filling her nostrils and sinking deep into the cavities of her lungs. She combed her fingers through her dark raven locks, feeling several knots and imaginging just how awful it looked.
"How is it?" The Latina asked, trying to distract herself from her obviously disheveled appearance and sudden change in emotions. Brittany furrowed her eyebrows in a I-just-got-shot-how-do-you-think-it-is look and the brunette stifled her laugh, knowing it wasn't the best time.
"Like, what's the extent of the injury?" Santana elaborated, which the blonde smiled weakly at.
The blonde dipped her head as if she was examining her own leg, and then glanced up through thick lashes. Santana gasped quietly at how gorgeous Brittany looked when she did this, her heart flipped several times, but she pushed it down, throwing away the tingles that shot down her spine and she swallowed slowly and harshly.
"It's only flesh wound. I lost a lot of blood but a few blood packs sorted that whilst you were out. Doctor Corcoran said I'll be off crutches by the end of the day, she just doesn't want the stitches to open." Brittany answered, shrugging her shoulders.
Santana nodded, "Oh, right, well... That's good then."
The Latina watched the dancer fiddle with her fingers, her crutches now resting by the side of the chair as she scuffed the bottom of her converses to the floor. She didn't know if Brittany had heard the conversation between her and Rachel, and if so, how far. Despite knowing Quinn was her girlfriend and that she did love her, something was tugging at her stomach, causing her conscience to scream at her.
Brown orbs flickered between golden locks, pale freckled cheeks down to the smooth skin before hovering over perfectly pink lips. She could feel her body responding to the flavour she yearned for... She could remember the way Brittany's lips felt on hers, how right they felt.
A tingle formed on her own lips and she brought her fingertips up to touch them. It was then that blue eyes darted up and watched the Latina reminscing over their kiss, Santana knew Brittany knew what she was thinking about - and both girls gulped loudly.
Neither one of them wanted to bring it up, Santana knew if she brought it up the overwhelming urge to remind her of the mind blowing kiss would form and she wouldn't be able to restrain herself from doing it again. They both stared at eachother, blue and brown swirling together in an intense visual battle, and cerulean orbs flickered momentarily down to Santana's plump lips.
Something snapped inside the Latina, causing her to word vomit. Maybe it was the way Brittany automatically licked her lips whenever Santana knew her own were being stared at, maybe it was the growing tug inside her chest telling her she should be kissing Brittany, and not Quinn. Or maybe, just maybe, it was the fact both girls had unknowingly moved towards eachother, Santana leaning as far off the bed as possible without falling off, and Brittany pushing on her palms to raise the distance between them.
"Britt-"
"It was a mistake." The blonde spluttered out, their faces only inches away from each other.
Santana whipped her body back into the seated position, and just as fast Brittany had returned to hers. It happened so fast the Latina couldn't help but think whether the unconcious leaning, the obvious gravity pulling them together had just been an illusion. But the emotion shading azure eyes said different.
"What?" Santana asked, squinting her eyes slightly.
Brittany gulped and widened her eyes, removing any obvious emotion from her face, "In the library, things got out of hand. I'd lost a lot of blood, and I really don't know what was going on in my head. It didn't mean anything."
The Latina's heart faultered, and her stomach sunk. It was like being slapped in the face with a whole, wet salmon several times before being shoved in a bathtub of baked beans. Unpleasant and painful.
Her heart was throbbing against her ribcage, her mouth drying with every second that ticked by as she searched her brain for a response. She watched the uncertainty taint the dark blue eyes, but when it morphed into an unreadable expression - the right words snapped straight into the brunettes brain.
"You sure about that? You wanted to kiss me, you know it and I do too."
Brittany jolted back at the unexpected response. Santana was pretty sure the blonde expected her to say 'yeah, sure, definitely' or something along those lines, but since the challenging words escaped the Latina's mouth, blue eyes looked at everything and anything in the room, apart from the chocolate orbs seeking hers.
The brunette cocked her head to the side, narrowing her eyes to scan the blonde for any hint of hesitation. It'd felt so long since the words had come out her mouth, and the only evidence to show Santana had actually said them was the look in Brittany's eyes.
"Like I said, mistake. Shouldn't ever have happened."
"So we're gonna pretend it didn't happen, go back to being just friends?" Santana said in a challenging tone.
Brittany swallowed, "That's all we ever were. Just friends. Your my best friends girlfriend, and you're my friend. That's it, the way it should be."
"The way it should be." Santana repeated, disbelief lacing her words.
The blonde visibly flinched, watching the hurt as it impacted Santana's chest. The Latina shook her head, knowing what they'd felt in that moment wasn't something that happened between two people who were just friends.
Her heart wrenched painfully, not quite being able to decipher what she was feeling. She looked at the blonde who was staring at her with wide, innocent eyes, and anger bubbled in the Latina's stomach. She hated that Brittany could just do that, say one thing and then act completely normal.
"Okay." Santana said resolutely.
Cerulean orbs twinged with darkness, and Brittany opened her mouth to say something when Quinn bounced in the room. Santana watched as the blonde dipped her head after turning to look at the other blonde, and the way her shoulders dropped and blue fire sizzled out her eyes.
The head cheerleader glided forward, and perched on the side of the bed, twisting and leaning her body across the Latina's to place a chaste kiss to Santana's lips.
"Hey babe." Quinn whispered, their libs a hairsbredth away from each other.
Santana flickered between Brittany, who was focused on the floor and then back to gleaming hazel orbs. "Hey baby."
The shorter blonde snuggled into the Latina's embrace, placing the back of her head into the crook of Santana's neck and lacing their right hand fingers together. Quinn's back was half on and half off of Santana's chest, making sure she didn't touch the left side of her body just in case of causing anymore injuries.
"So, what were you guys talking about?" Quinn asked absentmindedly, trailing her left hand fingers down the backs of their laced hands.
Brittany cleared her throat, and answered just as panic set into the Latina, "Just about the incident. Nothing important."
"Yeah, right, the incident." Santana repeated, leaving the real meaning of 'incident' between the lines as she pressed a kiss to the top of her girlfriends blonde locks.
"Can't believe Jacob's dead, but he totally deserved it." Quinn said non-chalantly.
The Latina widened her eyes, "What!"
Quinn sat up, and darted her eyes between blue eyes and brown ones, "Uhm, I thought B would've told you. Jacob's dead."
A wave of something crashed into the Latina and she laid back, pressing the back of her head deep into the pillow as she exhaled heavily, "Shit. I mean, how?"
"He did it himself. Mr Puckerman said he felt awful after he shot you, and just stood by you after he shot you, and Israel raised the gun to his chest and fired."
Santana furrowed her eyebrows in confusion. She didn't remember Benzino standing near her. Her memory was blurry and fuzzed, but she was ninety five percent sure he wasn't near her.
"Standing by me?"
Quinn and Brittany both nodded, Santana blinked in disbelief a few times, "The last time I saw Benzino, he was wrestling with Jacob on the floor... and then I heard a shot."
Both of the blondes faces furrowed in confusion, and they looked between each other before shaking their heads.
"Wrestling with him? Benzino never said anything about that..."
Santana strained her face, scrunching it as she tried to remember the events.
"Jacob was holding the gun at me, Benzino lurched for it and grabbed it. That's when I was shot... He was wrestling with him and then I heard another shot..."
The Latina widened her eyes, did he shoot me?
Quinn reached over, and stroked her hand over the brunette's forehead, stroking a lock of hair behind her ear in a soothing manner. "Honey, I think you may have hit your head when you fell."
Confusion and anger mixed together inside her stomach, a strange venomous liquid formed in the back of her throat and she snapped her neck towards the blonde, lurching away from her touch as she narrowed her eyes.
"I rememeber what I saw Quinn."
The blonde's face fell and she stared at her girlfriend with wide eyes, "So what are you saying, Benzino shot you then Israel?"
Quinn started giggling and the brunette looked between Brittany and her girlfriend. The dancers face was in an expression that said 'I believe you' whilst her girlfriends said 'are you an idiot'.
"And what if I am?" Santana challenged, looking at her girlfriend with a raised eyebrow.
"Then you're being totally ridiculous. Benzino's the fucking Mayor of Lima, San. Do you know how fucking stupid that accusation is?"
The Latina grimaced, clenching her jaw whilst narrowing her eyes. It'd seemed so obvious, but when Quinn put it that way, why would the Mayor, shoot Santana and then another innocent student? It just didn't add up. So she relaxed her facial features and dipped her head in defeat,
"Yeah babe, you're right. Stupid."
The shorter blonde smiled and leaned back into the Latina's embrace,
"Cool. Can't wait till you get out of here, then I can nurse you myself." Quinn said seductively, winking at the brunette before leaning in for a kiss.
Santana looked at Brittany who was watching her intently. Her eyes hardened and as they stared into chocolate brown ones. The Latina wrapped her arms around her girlfriends neck and pulled Quinn in for a kiss, expecting the dancer to look away. But when she re-opened her eyes, piercing blue eyes were watching her. She looked down to Quinn who was smiling sheepishly at her, and she grinned back.
Brittany coughed and Santana shook herself out of the daze, watching the emotions take control of the dancers face. Despite her cerulean eyes hardening, there's something behind them that's soft, and warm, something that tugs at the Latina's heart strings, and makes her want to be closer to the cheerleader.
However when Quinn nudges Santana's thigh, the brunette shakes herself out of the daze and looks down to her girlfriend who's looking at her quizaically.
"Huh, sorry what?"
Quinn pushes herself into a seated position, "I said they shouldn't be looking after you, I should. I'm your girlfriend."
Santana forced a believable chuckle and ran her palm up the blondes arm, "Yeah babe, I agree."
"Yeah, it's the way it should be." Quinn muttered.
Brittany's head snapped up and Santana's gazed at her. She ran her fingertip up and down her girlfriends pale arm, tracing an invisible line as Quinn nuzzle her nose into the Latina's neck. Santana could see the words flowing in an invisible wave between herself and Brittany, and for a second, she wonders if Quinn had heard their conversation.
But as the blue eyes darkened, Santana could see the obvious want in Brittany's expression. She swallowed audibly and looked down, trying to restrain her lower lip from quivering as her heart sunk through her chest. Guilt and hope mixing together into a painful concoction as her heart tugged in two directions, two blonde directions.
"Yeah babe, the way it should be."
Seriously lacking inspiration - so I may start my new fic as a little distraction.
Hope you've enjoyed, please review? Thanks guys x
