A short chapter, and it is more of a filler from the last chapter. Still, I hope you like it! :)
As soon as I heard that voice, I immediately broke off the kiss and jerked away from Santana. I knew it was Miss Shelby and she wouldn't actually care much upon seeing that but it was the sudden guilt of kissing someone other than Mike that made me all panicky.
I did not look at Santana but I could tell from the side of my eyes that she was feeling uncomfortable.
"Well I'm sorry ladies, I did not mean to barge in here..." Miss Shelby started.
Santana slowly stood up and limped her way out of the dressing room. She looked so in pain and I wanted so much to support her but I couldn't just leave Miss Shelby hanging.
"Are you two together? Because I hope you know that we don't allow our dancers to have any sort of romantic relationship while they're here. "
My eyes grew wide as she said that and I lifted my hands to protest. "No, no. She was just really upset and freaking out so much, so I did that to calm her down."
My mind was in such a fluster.
"Hmm." Miss Shelby acknowledged with a nod of her head.
"Miss Shelby, please don't be too hard on her because of her fall. She still did really well in her own solo!" I said assertively.
"Well." She crossed her arms and lifted her brows, as if in consideration. "I have to admit I was rather impressed by Miss Lopez."
"She's more than that. I believe she could be as equally talented as that blonde lead dancer on stage."
"Well I think your friendship might have inspired her a little, Miss Pierce."
That's right… We had a friendship. And I think that I might have ruined it all just by kissing her and not knowing what to do with it now.
"Anyway, since you're here, help me apply this wrap on her sprained ankle and tell her that she will have a week off from the company to recover." She said as she passed me the bandage that she was holding in her hand.
I went out and saw that Santana was just sitting near the entrance of the dressing room with her friends beside her.
"Hey um." I passed the bandage to her two friends. "Santana needs this for her ankle. And she needs to rest at home for a week."
As soon as I mentioned her name, she looked towards me and gave off a brief smile, which I believe was forced.
"Are you going off somewhere?" She asked.
"Yeah um, Marissa needs my help at um, the bar." Santana is a smart girl and she would have never bought what I said.
As I said that, I could see a hint of disappointment in her face.
"Well thanks for coming tonight Brittany, I really appreciated it, and uh, your flowers too."
"You were amazing, and you two as well." I turned to her friends, who were looking slightly awkward at this interaction.
With that, I turned away and walked out of the NYBC building. Ugh, crap. Never would I have thought that it would end up like this. I headed towards the direction of my bar when my phone rang.
"Hello, is this Miss Pierce?" The voice on the phone spoke.
"Yes, speaking."
"I'm calling from the New York General Hospital and this is to inform you that we have seen some movements in Mike Chang at 7.15PM and would like you to come down if possible."
"I'll be there!" I shouted into the phone and stopped the call.
Mike might be waking up really soon.
After 2 years.
As soon as I reached his hospital ward, a nurse was by his bedside.
"How is he?!" I asked frantically.
"Alright, calm down Miss Pierce."
My heart was pounding so fast as I ran from the NYBC to the hospital without even stopping to catch my breath. I exhaled as I tried to calm myself down.
"So as I was changing his drip earlier on, I noticed that there was a movement in his finger and his eyelids were twitching, except that his eyes were still closed."
"Alright, thank you." I murmured my thanks and I proceeded to sit down at the chair beside his bed.
"Babe, you're getting there." I held his hand and the fingers on my other hand ran through his hair. "Hang in there, I love you."
The next morning, Tuesday 8AM
One of my favourite ways to wake up in the morning is by the smell of Marissa's pancakes at home – that's if she happens to be sober to prepare breakfast. This time, I woke up to the smell of disinfectant and latex gloves punctuating the air. I groaned as I rubbed my sore back from the hospital chair I have spent the night on. I looked over to the patient on my side. Of course, Mike was still in the same position I have last seen him in yesterday.
Why couldn't he just wake up yesterday?
It was then that a sudden realisation crossed my mind.
How could I have been so selfish?
I could have been there beside Mike yesterday, seeing his movements and using my voice to encourage him to wake up. I have seen it before in television shows, it would have been worth a try. Yet at that exact moment, I was at another place, kissing Santana. Still, it wasn't something that I exactly regretted.
"Hi, excuse me Miss Pierce?" A voice interrupted my thoughts.
I turned back to see the same nurse I have seen last night.
"You don't have to stay here. We will call you again if we see any further movements from him."
"Actually." I started. "I want to stay here with him for now. Just get me one of those extra mattresses, thank you."
I wanted to be there for him.
Santana's POV
A whole week off from the NYBC isn't such a good idea after all. It is only 8AM, and I was already trying to find things to do while sitting or lying down since my ankle was such a bitch. I scrolled through my twitter and typed '#NYBCSummerRecital'. Most of them were tweets about how great the recital was and I was pleasantly surprised to see that none of them actually talked about my fall on stage. That was something. As I scrolled further, I noticed a tweet with a picture attached saying, 'one of my favourite parts of the whole recital. it was like magic watching her dance'
I viewed the picture and it was the same split in the air picture that Brittany showed me yesterday. And I realised it was twitter user, 'brittspierce' that tweeted it. At that moment, all my dull feelings have been replaced by an insurmountable amount of happiness.
"Feeling quite happy there huh Santana?"
Trust Quinn Fabray to ruin my mood all at once.
She was by the doorway in her ballet attire, ready to go to the NYBC.
"Well, I think you might be happy too Fabray. But I'm ready to kick your ass once I'm better." I replied.
Quinn gave a sarcastic snicker before she left the apartment.
As long as I have known Quinn for, I wish that sometimes she had a little compassion in her.
I looked back at my phone and checked Brittany's tweet again. As I looked closer, I noticed that she tweeted it during the recital. Even though I was beyond excited that she tweeted about me, there was also a tinge of disappointment that it wasn't after the recital, or after the unexpected kiss from her. There were also no calls or texts from her after that. Was this how it was going to be now? All awkward and such? Still, she was the one who kissed me first so I should control myself from being all needy and wait till she approaches me again.
Brittany's POV
4 days later, Saturday
The hospital has been like a second home for me the past few days. Doctors rushing along the hallways, nurses coming in and out of the ward to deliver the patients' meal and doing their daily blood pressure taking. All around me, there were many things happening, yet Mike continued to stay still. Why was it so unfair? I have stayed here for four days, and Mike made no signs of movement. I could have just went to help out Marissa and Puck at the bar but I guessed I was doing them a favour as well. I could never forget how excited Marissa was when I told her that I allowed her and Puck to continue seeing each other out of work.
But I had to get away from here, even for a while.
Santana's POV
The past few days have been slow and basically shitty. I expected Brittany to text me during these few days but as to no avail. Hence, I spent my time in my apartment listening to Amy Winehouse and watching Dance Moms. That show was so overly scripted that it made it so good. Quinn on the other hand, often came back in the evening and headed straight to her room. Minutes later, she would disappear into the bathroom and back into her room again. Back and forth. Today is Saturday and it would be the usual weekend break. Quinn would usually get out of the apartment but she stayed in instead. There was something off about her but I guessed I shouldn't care too much about that self-centred blonde.
Just then, the doorbell rang.
"Hey Quinn, why don't you get out of that room and answer that door?" I shouted. If she wanted to stay home, she should make herself useful.
No answer from her. Just as expected.
With that, I carefully got out of the couch and limped my way to the door, as my hands grabbed on the wall for support.
"Hey if you're looking for Quinn, I think you should turn around because she-" I paused my sentence when I saw the tall blonde in my NYBC hoodie in front of me.
Sorry to leave you guys with yet another cliffhanger ;) Anyway, these 2 weeks have been pretty good for ya'll Brittana/Heya shippers I assume? With Heather and Naya following each other back on twitter and the Heya/Heyagron selfies. Let's just hope it's all good for them in Season 6 (Even though we can't be too hopeful either because, well, *cough* Ryan Murphy *cough*)
