Chapter 9

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Full Summary: Santana's been diagnosed with a rare disease and is admitted in the hospital. Brittany gets assigned to be her nurse. As time goes on, Santana gets attached to Brittany in more ways than one. What will Brittany do now that Santana needs her more than ever?

A/N:

I'm so sorry for disappearing so suddenly for a couple of weeks, guys. :( I hope you are all still there reading this. I've been so busy at school and I never found the time to write.. But I'm back. Yay! Hope you all still continue reading. (:

Hey guys! I'm writing in the middle of the night again. I apologize for future boringness and not-making-senseness. Anyways, Welcome to chapter nine. Thanks for all the reviews, story alerts and favorites. Enjoy the chapter! You're all amazing.

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Warning: Nothing to be warned about. Completely PG.

Previously on Stay With Me..

"Is there any way I can help?" I whispered softly, looking down to gaze into her chocolate brown eyes. I can't believe I haven't noticed how many shades of brown were actually in there. They were really beautiful.

She nodded slowly and bit her lip subconsciously, her eyes clenching shut as she began to lean in, her face getting dangerously close. My eyes automatically averted to her lips, as she got closer.

And closer.

And closer.

Until I felt her lips touch mine.

General POV

Santana pressed her lips softly to Brittany's. It was one of the best feelings she's ever had in the world. The blonde's lips were soft and full; she could imagine herself kissing them forever. She then remembered the place they were in and their roles in the human society.

As soon as the Latina felt Brittany kiss back, she pulled away her eyes as equally wide as the blonde's. 'What have I done?' She thought. She blew it. She knew she did. Now Brittany was going to go out of that door and leave her life forever.

Her chest was heaving, her breathing rugged as she sat up, inching away from the blonde. She was embarrassed as hell. She knew she wouldn't ever be able to look her in the eyes now.

"Santana.." She heard Brittany's velvety, sweet voice fill the room. She loved the way her voice sounded but honestly? Now wasn't exactly the time she wanted to talk about it.

"Talk to me please.." Brittany pleaded, crawling closer to where the brunette was sitting. "San.."

Santana wasn't sure if she could deal with all of this. She couldn't even think straight. Her heart was beating erratically in her chest and her body was moving on its own.

Slowly, the brunette turned around facing Brittany. She didn't know what kind of expression the blonde was wearing. Was it confusion? Anger? Disgust? She didn't know.

Santana forced her eyes up to look at the young nurse in the eye and was surprised to see something very unfamiliar behind those baby blue eyes. It was like… they were understanding and kind of sad at the same time.

Her heart felt like it was being squeezed. She didn't like seeing her sad. If she could she'll give Brittany anything just to see her smile. No, not just anything, everything.

The past few weeks have been pretty fun and memorable for Santana. She'll never exchange all those moments she had with Brittany for anything. It was like those memories found its way into her mind and was determined to stay in there, tattooed forever.

She wanted to stay and tell Brittany all the new things she's learned while she was with her. She wanted to say how grateful she was because the blonde decided to stay with her and not leave her behind; how she's taught her to open up and let people in and learn how to love again.

But apparently, her body wasn't responding to her feelings at all. In fact, the way it acted was the complete opposite of what she was feeling. She felt herself moving towards the door.

Santana's body did the one best thing she could do in her life.

She ran.

Brittany sat dumbfounded, still sitting on the bed inside Santana's hospital room. Santana had kissed her. On the lips. Like she's always wanted.

'No.' she scolded herself. 'It's wrong.' Brittany stood up from the bed, still partially shocked at what just happened a few moments ago. And she let her run. Great.

Brittany face palmed herself. 'Stupid. Stupid. Stupid. You let her run away.' She thought, groaning audibly.

She hopped off the bed and walked over to the window. She didn't know if she should've followed Santana but something inside her told her that she should just let her go for now. Maybe she needed time to think or something.

The young nurse sighed and looked out the window. It was a full moon that night. It was really pretty. She really wished Santana was with her at that moment.

Brittany wasn't going to lie. She loved that Santana kissed her. In fact, she wanted to kiss her again. She wasn't sure if the kiss was just caused by the heat of the moment or purely the Latina's feelings though.

She was confused with her feelings herself. Every time she was with Santana, the butterflies in her stomach go crazy and sometimes she even stares at her a little more than necessary.

She was bisexual; She knew that, but she never really had real feelings for a girl before. Well, not like how she feels about Santana at least. She was super special to the blonde.

But Santana was Brittany's patient. And Brittany was Santana's nurse. Santana was sick. Brittany was supposed to take care of her. The blonde would've given in to her feelings if the Latina wasn't her patient but she was.

This is like some twisted thing fate did to them. To her. She wasn't sure if she was ready to face all the consequences against them if she gave in.

A few hours later, Brittany was still in the brunette's room. She really wished Santana would come back soon. It was getting late and she was getting super worried.

The blonde frowned, the standing up. She needed to go soon. It was already 10pm and Santana was still not back. Kurt wouldn't appreciate her staying over night in the hospital.

Brittany began to pack up her thing, not even realizing that tears have already started falling from her face. 'Santana must hate me now.' She thought, rubbing her tears away sloppily with the back of her hand.

She wasn't sure if she should even be coming back the following day. Santana might not want to see her.

Brittany let out a choked sob as she slung her backpack on her shoulder, leaving Santana's room in tears.

Santana didn't know where to go.

After she's walked out on Brittany, she just started aimlessly walking around the halls of the hospital. She didn't even know where she was right now.

The Latina continued walking, not even bothering to wipe away the tears that have made their way out of her eyes.

She didn't know why she walked out and left. It was like her being wanted two things. Something inside of her was telling was telling her to go but then something else was telling her to sta

She felt completely lost.

She didn't know if she had feelings for Brittany romantically yet she feels this very protective part of her work whenever she sees the blonde sad or hurt.

Like she just wants to hug her and kiss her and tell her everything would be alright. She didn't know what to call these feelings. She just simply cared for the blonde.

Before Santana knew it, she was standing on the hospital rooftop once again, the stars twinkling above her.

They reminded her of Brittany's eyes.

Everything seemed to remind her of Brittany now. It must be her desire to be with her again. She sighed. She regretted walking out on her. That was probably one of the most stupidest things she's ever done in her whole life.

The brunette sat on the cement and leaned back, looking up the sky. It was getting late.

Santana felt tears trickle down her face once again. She felt like something was just ripped out of her chest. She kept seeing Brittany's face in her head with a hurt and saddened expression.

That must be the exact expression she's wearing right now.

Santana would hate herself forever of she finds out that she was the reason the blonde would make a face like that.

All she wanted was to see her happy and unfortunately, right now she was doing the exact opposite of that. If Brittany left.. she wouldn't know what to do.

She would probably constantly think of her and her pretty blue eyes; how she scrunches up her nose whenever she's happy; how she somehow uses Santana as her cuddle buddy during those eventual sleepovers they had.

And especially.. how loved and safe Brittany mad her feel.

The tears were coming in full force by now, her sobs echoing across the cold drizzle of the night air. She stood up abruptly, furiously wiping her eyes with the back of her hands.

Santana wanted to see Brittany. Right now.

The Latina ran down the staircase back to the hallways, making her way quickly to her bedroom, silently praying that Brittany would be there.

"Br..Bri.." she started, a huge smile on her face as she reached her room. But it was empty.

Tears made their way to her eyes again, truly believing that it was too late. She looked over to the clock. It was like, 12am in the morning already. Of course she wouldn't be here anymore.

Santana slumped down the wall, sobbing softly into her arms. She was too late. Brittany's already left.

"Go to her." She heard a voice. The Latina looked up and saw another blonde girl, a brunette trailing behind her.

For a moment she thought it was Brittany but she had a different sound of voice and it didn't make the butterflies in her stomach go crazy like usual. She rubbed out her eyes to get rid of the blurriness from the tears and was shocked at who she saw.

Quinn. And Rachel.

"Go to her, Santana." She whispered, handing the taller brunette a small folded piece of paper.

The Latina unfolded the paper and saw an address written on it. She looked up in surprised at the twosome as if saying: 'I can't. I'm a patient.'

"No one will find out. Promise." Rachel said, a small smile on her face.

".. Brittany was really sad when she left." Quinn sighed softly, looking at Rachel who agreed with a nod.

"It was so depressing just knowing that she's sad.. and for some reason, we knew it had something to do with you."

Santana merely nodded, fighting the tears that were threatening to escape her eyes.

"We'll drive you. Just go to her please." Quinn smiled reaching out her hand for Santana to take.

The Latina stared at the outstretched hand, not knowing of she should take it or not. A picture of Brittany's face with a huge smile began to form in her head.

She knew what she had to do.

Santana took Quinn's hand, silently thanking her for all the things she's done for them.

Brittany's POV

It was like, 2am now.

I'm still awake. I couldn't stop thinking about Santana. Has she returned to her room already? Is she sleeping right now? Is she thinking about me too?

I shook my head. Impossible. I'm just her nurse. She probably just kissed me because she felt like it or something.

I heard Lord Tubbington meow at me from his cat bed. I smiled sadly; he must've noticed how sad I am.

"Hey, Lord Tubbington." I whispered, beckoning him to come over to me. I watched as he hopped onto my bed and settle himself in my arms.

"Can't sleep too?" I nuzzled his soft fur, feeling tears threaten to escape my eyes.

"I wonder if she's mad at me because I kissed back." I said, stroking my cat's fur. "I hope she isn't. I don't want her mad at me."

Lord Tubbington meowed and nuzzled his nose to my stomach. I giggled through my tears.

"Yeah, I think I like her." This was the first time I admitted it out loud. For some reason, it felt really nice. It wasn't like I'm going to try anything. I can't. She's my patient.

"I can't be with her though.. I'm not even sure if she wants to be with me." I whispered.

Knock Knock Knock Knock

I heard someone knock on the door. It was repetitive, rushed. As if the situation was really desperate. My eyebrow's furrowed. It was 2am in the morning. Who would even think about coming to visit at this time of night?

I grabbed my baseball bat from under my bed and made my way downstairs. Who knows? Maybe it's some killer murderer or a robber. Just to be safe.

I slowly made my way towards the door. The knocking has stopped. Maybe the person knew I was already coming to get it.

I lifted my shaking hand to the doorknob. Breathe, Pierce. You got this.

I twisted the knob slowly and opened it. After that, time has stopped. Everything stopped actually. As soon as I saw who was standing at my door.

"..Santana?" I choked out, hardly believing it. She should be in the hospital. What the hell was she doing here?

"Br.. Brittany.." I heard her say. I looked up she talked. Oh fuck. She's crying. Dear Lord, tell me what to do.

Before I got the chance to do anything, I felt her body crash against mine in a tight hug. My arms automatically wrapped around her waist, eyes widened.

"Brittany.. Brittany.." I heard her say, her tears damping up my sweatshirt.

"It's okay, San.." I whispered, wiping away her tears, not even noticing that mine had already started to flow as well.

She shook her head and looked me straight in the eyes with tear-filled ones.

"I'm sorry, Brittany. I'm sorry."

I shushed her and just wrapped my arms tight around her waist, pulling her towards me closer.

It took all of my willpower not to kiss her right then and there.

A/N:

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