A/N: Hopefully this doesn't get too confusing. I thought I'd throw a chapter in from Santana's POV since it seems like more fun.
Chapter 10
I slowly opened my eyes and stretched out a little. Airplane seats were not my thing. But hey, who am I to complain? When someone gives you a free flight ticket, you don't ask questions, like, is it first class? You see, Quinn, my best friend in the whole world, decided to be nice and surprise me and buy me a ticket to fly to home. Well, it was either that, or she just didn't feel like driving me, but either way, it was quicker so I was happy. I would still be asleep if it wasn't for the pilot's announcement that we would be landing in Napa soon. So I pulled my seat up and prepared to land, like the pilot told me to. I stared out the window, dreading what was ahead of me. Not only was I about to see my friend/ex who had gotten into a horrible accident, but I was also going to be away from Brittany. The only thing keeping me sane. All of these thoughts were washed away though when I felt the plane's wheels begin to hit the pavement, and I gripped my armrest tight and closed my eyes. I was never a big fan of landings, something about them scared me more than anything else during a flight.
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I walked through the busy airport, weaving my way in between the people that liked to stop in the middle of the walkway. "Idiots," I mumbled to myself. Finally, I picked up my luggage, and spotted my older sister, Ashley, waiting for me.
"Hey sweetie," she said as she wrapped her arms around me, giving me a tight hug. Although, I had to admit, her hugs weren't nearly as good as Brittany's.
"Hi sis," I somewhat mumbled and wrapped my arms around her. Everything was finally starting to hit me.
"How are you?" she asked as she pulled herself away and looked me over. "You look good, how was the plane ride? You don't feel sick do you?" she continued on, and frankly I was beginning to be overwhelmed.
"Whoa, one question at a time," I smiled just a little at my sister's motherly ways. "Um, good, thanks, it was ok, and no."
Ashley looked up a little, as if she was trying to put my answers together with her questions. Then, bing! Light bulb! "Ok, good," she smiled as she ran her hands through her brown hair, "how about we get out of this place, yeah?"
I couldn't have said it better myself. "Sounds good," I smiled as she wrapped her arm around my shoulders and led the way.
Once we climbed into her car, I laid my head back on the seat. Ashley asked me where I wanted to go first, home or the hospital, and after contemplating my options, I chose the hospital. I remembered something and quickly jerked my head up and pulled my phone out of my pocket and turned it on. Going this long without talking to Brittany was killing me.
Sure enough, as soon as my phone was on, I received five text messages from Brittany. "Ugh, you've been gone for an hour and I already miss you like crazy." I grinned and hit the reply button, telling her I missed her too. Next message: "Hi baby. I hope you have a safe flight. No picking up flight attendants!" I giggled a bit and hit reply again. "Me? Never. Why would I pick someone up when I have you at home?" I hit the send button. The sad thing is, that was true. I couldn't even think about another person in that way. I was completely consumed by Brittany. But you know what? I was okay with that. Next message: "That's fine, I'll tell mine you're GAAAYYY! Lol I just heard that and I thought about you. Muah!" Once again I couldn't help but laugh at her ways. I replied to her, "Maybe you should leave that up to Taylor hun. I kid I kid. Muah!" Which leads me to another sad thing. Since I've lived with Brittany, I've started to actually like Taylor Swift. Even though when we first met, I swore I didn't like her music. I'm just not a big fan of country. But when you live with TS's "biggest fan!" it's hard to not like some of her music. I opened the next message, and I think 'aww' might have actually come out of my mouth. "Hi baby. I'm just sitting here, thinking about you, like usual. I really miss you. If I don't talk to you before you get to the hospital, I hope everything goes well. Love you." I smiled softly and replied, "I miss you too baby. We're on our way to the hospital now, but I can talk. Love you too." This brought me back to the conversation we had the other night in the hammock, which was probably our favorite place to be.
We were sitting there, in silence, and Brittany spoke softly, "Love ya, in a completely platonic way." I have to admit, when I heard 'love' come out of her mouth, I just knew that she had finally gathered the courage to say what I had been wanting to say for so long! But once I listened to the rest of what she said, I was a bit disappointed. I kept a smile on my face though, because I would take what I could get.
"I love you too," I smiled and repeated what she had told me. "You don't have to add the 'ya'." That's when I freaked. What if she thinks that I love her love her? I mean, it's true, but…holy shit I'm in love with her. I really am! One hundred percent, in love! But, what if she doesn't feel the same way and thinks I'm totally weird! "I mean, I know we're just friends," I mumbled out, trying to save myself. I could have sworn that I saw disappointment flash across her face, but then again, I have a wild imagination.
I shook my head, trying to clear my thoughts, and clicked on the final message. "Hey, me again. This place sucks without you. Hurry home. Please? Love you. Muah!" I could tell just by reading the message that she was sad. I was doing no better. Of course I was already missing her terribly, how could I not, she was amazing. I replied to her, "This place is no better baby. I'll be home before you know it. I love you too. Muuuuaaaaahhhh!" I stared at my phone for a few seconds longer, and figured I should give her a minute to reply. I looked up towards the road, and I noticed Ashley staring at me from the corner of my eye. I turned to her,
"What?" I asked, and she only raised her eyebrows. "What? Stop looking at me like that, its scary," she ignored my attempts at distracting her, and simply said, "Spill." I gave her a confused look and shook my head, "What are you talking about?" I smiled a little, knowing I was caught.
"Weeeelll, let's see," she started, "you've been staring at your phone for five minutes, all giggly and smiley. So, spill. Who are you chatting it up with?"
Yep, I was most definitely caught. I gave her a sheepish smile, "Brittany." She widened her eyes.
"Brittany, as in your roommate Brittany?" I nodded my head. "Brittany, as in straight Brittany?" I tilted my head to the side and quietly spoke, "I mean, she's not totally straight. She had a girlfriend before me," I explained, but she just raised her eyebrows again.
What I would have given for a pair of tweezers right then to pluck those damn things out. "What?" I asked, "we're not together. Just kind of, I don't know, friends with benefits I guess. It's uh, it's working out for us, you know?" Ashley just smiled and focused on pulling in the hospital.
"Sure," she mumbled. I glared at her and opened my door and walked up to the hospital doors.
"Here we go," I mumbled to myself. I then felt my phone vibrate, so I stepped to the side of the door so an elderly lady and her husband could walk in. I opened my phone, and immediately saw 1 new message: Brittany had popped up on the screen. I smiled and sat on the bench beside me and opened the message. It said, "Baby! I've miiissseeddd you. How was your flight? Love you too!" Of course, a huge smile appeared on my face. I quickly replied, "I misssseeeedddd you more! And it was ok. How are you baby? Muah!" I sent the message and smiled as Ashley walked passed me and into the hospital. I figured I would wait a minute before I headed in. Bzz. My phone vibrated in my hand again. I smiled and opened the message, "I'm ok. Just missing you. First of all, it's impossible for you to miss me more than I do you. I confused myself a bit on that one. Anyway, I'm glad your flight was good. What are you doing now?" I shook my head and smiled, this girl was crazy. I stood up and opened the hospital door while sending her a message back saying that I was walking into the hospital.
I knew which room was Kitty's, so I didn't have to worry with the receptionist. Once I stepped off the elevator, I looked at my phone to see if Brittany replied, and, because the world hates me so much, the words "NO SERVICE" flashed on the top of the screen. I bit my tongue and clenched my fist together and quietly mumbled "fuck my life" under my breath. I rolled my eyes and stuck my phone in my back pocket, because it didn't look like I would be able to use that. I made my way to the door marked "Wilde" and opened the door, terrified of what was awaiting me.
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After I left the hospital, I went straight home. I was exhausted, in every way possible. Mentally, physically, you name it. I said my hello's to the rest of my family, but all I really wanted was to go curl up in bed with Brittany. Yeah, like that'll happen, I thought to myself as I walked into the basement to my room, and plopped down on my old bed, noticing that my room looked the same as it did when I moved out.
I was surprised, I figured they would have turned my room into a pool room, but they hadn't. I checked my phone to see if I had any new messages, since I had sent Brittany a message when I left the hospital, but apparently she hadn't gotten it because no messages popped up. I thought I would give her a few more minutes before messaging her again, and I began to think about the last three hours.
When I walked into the hospital room, no surprise, I started to cry. A lot. Seeing Kitty like that tore me up. Her face was bruised and there was a large bandage wrapped around her head from the four inch cut she had received. Her leg was in a cast that went from her thigh to her ankle, and her torso was also wrapped up from her broken ribs. I almost ran over to her, and she quickly assured me that she was ok, that she was going to be fine. No matter how much I tried to stop myself, I continued to cry.
Kitty wasn't only my first, almost everything, but she was also my best friend when I lived back home. Finally I calmed down and started to talk to her, catching up on the past year. I told her about Brittany, and like everyone else, she didn't buy the 'friends with benefits' thing. I tried to explain myself, but she cut me off. "Santana, you love her!" she smiled as much as the bandages would allow her to. I looked down and smiled and bit my lip and slowly nodded my head. "I do Kitty," I confirmed her suspicions. "Awwww. I'm so happy for you Santana! She sounds like an amazing girl." Once again, I nodded my head.
"She is. God she's so amazing. Gorgeous, smart, funny as hell, you'd love her. She's perfect." Kitty took my hand in hers and spoke softly, "Tell her how you feel Santana. Please. Don't let this one get away. For me?" she grinned, knowing I would listen to her. "I will, I promise," I told her.
"Good, cause if you don't, I will beat your ass," she smiled. I had to laugh out loud at this one. "You're going to beat my ass? Yeah ok. Maybe try to hit me with your crutches?" I laughed again and ducked out of the way of her arm that was flying towards my head.
"Shut up!" she laughed, "just wait till I get all of this off of me. Then it's on." I smiled and shook my head a little, glad that we could still joke around about everything. The rest of the night was spent with us telling each other what we had missed, and me telling her a lot about Brittany.
I smiled to myself and stretched on the bed a little. I wasn't used to having as much room as I did, because recently I hadn't spent a night by myself. Brittany was always in my bed or I was in hers. I had to admit I didn't like the extra space at all. I checked my phone again, still nothing. I sent her another message telling her how much I missed her and how much I wished she was in bed with me, and after she didn't reply for five minutes, I signed online to my messenger and checked her status: 'Went out for a run' is what it said. Those five words worried me. I knew that Brittany usually didn't go for runs at night unless she needed to clear her head because she was upset. I hoped she just wanted some fresh air though.
I sent another message to her cell, telling her that I loved her and she needed to get her ass back home because I missed her. But still no reply. I started to have some fun with it, and sent her another message. "Lalalalalalalalalalala" is what it said. What can I say? Not like I had anything better to do. I clicked the new message button again and typed out, "Baaaaabbbbbyyyyyy" and laughed to myself hoping she wouldn't be mad when she got home and had random messages from me. I had a feeling she wouldn't though. So I sent her one more message, telling her that if I fell asleep by the time she got back I was sorry, and that I loved her and missed her, and I finished it with a MUAH! Then I stood up and took my clothes off, and crawled under the covers and closed my eyes. BZZ BZZ BZZ! I grinned and grabbed my phone and saw that I had new messages from Brittany. Apparently she was back from her run. I read them and smiled. It didn't look like I would be going to sleep anytime soon, but once again, I was okay with that.