Not As Dumb As You Think
Chapter 10: To The Doctor
A/N:Hey there guys, here's my next chapter, and I must warn you, it's short. REALLY short. And I don't feel like it's my best work... :\ Oh, and I'm not a doctor, so I apologize for any medical mistakes. And are you guys ready for some BrittBerry? *waggles eyebrows* I know I am, haha. Oh, and thanks for all the awesome reviews :D now, on with the story!
Santana and Brittany had finally managed to get Rachel into bed, and the small diva had immediately curled into herself, tightly gripping the covers. Santana sighed in concern, before whipping out her phone, and starting to dial.
"San," Brittany whined, "This isn't the time to be texting."
"I'm not texting, I'm calling my dad," Santana explained in an even tone. "He's a doctor."
An audible gasp emanated from beneath the covers, and Rachel quickly sat up. She instantly regretted her decision, and gritted her teeth to keep herself from wincing in pain, but Santana noticed the smaller girl's discomfort, and raised an eyebrow.
"And that's exactly why."
"I don't need a doctor," Rachel ground out between clenched teeth.
"Okay, fine." The Latina closed her phone, before seating herself on the foot of the bed. "I'll give you two choices here. One, you let me call my dad, and he can check you out privately, or two, we can take you to the hospital, and you can get checked out in front of numerous doctors, plus have them call your dads, and send you to a therapist for what you're doing to yourself." Santana gave a small nod towards Rachel's arms, and the brunette sunk further into the covers, blushing softly, as Brittany furrowed her brow in slight confusion. "Now, if you think about it, it really doesn't matter since my dad works at the hospital anyways, so I'll just call him now."
"But… but…" Rachel began, but was cut off short by a wave of the hand from Santana.
"Shush Berry; it's rude to talk when people are on the phone." Rachel slumped into the bed in defeat, pulling the covers over her head.
"Papi? It's Santana." She began, as Rachel groaned loudly from underneath the covers. "I know, you're busy and I'm interrupting you during work hours, but something happened to one of my friends at school, and I need your help." Santana sighed into the phone, and ran her fingers through her hair.
"She threw up." She stated into the receiver, before rolling her eyes, and switching the phone to her other ear. "I know it doesn't seem that important, but… fine, there may have been some… blood, now will you come home?" Rachel whimpered softly, as Brittany lowered herself onto the bed, and tried to sooth the distressed brunette.
"Okay, thank you Papi; see you in ten." Santana shut her phone, and turned to the two girls laying side-by-side. "He'll be here soon." Rachel buried herself further into Brittany and shook her head.
"I don't need a doctor," she repeated quietly. Brittany sighed, and continued to rub small circles into the diva's back.
"Of course you don't," Santana mumbled quietly under her breath, before shifting positions on the bed and clearing her throat. The next ten minutes passed in an awkward silence, and when they heard the front door slam, Santana jumped off the bed and briskly walked out the door.
Brittany and Rachel could slightly overhear a brief conversation in Spanish, before a tall Latino man appeared in the door way. Rachel inhaled sharply, and slid further under the blankets, while Brittany got off the bed. She offered Mr. Lopez a soft nod and Rachel a reassuring squeeze of the hand before exiting the room.
"So I assume you're Rachel Berry? I'm Dr. Lopez, but since you're a friend of Santana's, you can call me Carlos." He quickly set his bag on the foot of the bed, and pulled out a pair of white gloves. "You don't have to explain, Santana already told me everything."
Rachel's eyes widened, and her head snapped up to meet his gaze. "E-everything?" she whispered in a hoarse voice.
He nodded his head in affirmation, "Yes, she told me all about the bulimia nervosa." She almost laughed in relief. Santana still hadn't told anyone about the cutting. "Let's take a look, shall we?" Rachel swallowed thickly, before slowly nodding her head.
After waiting in the hallway for sixty long, grueling minutes, waiting for Rachel's exam to finish, Santana and Brittany were beginning to get a little restless.
"I cant believe this is happening," Brittany whispered quietly, "This is my fault, I shouldn't have left her alone at school, if I would've been there none of this would've happened..." Tears sprang into deep blue eyes, as Santana softly took her hand. Santana opened her mouth to reply, but her dad quietly stepped out of the guest room, causing Brittany to jump to her feet and race to his side. She tried to form words, but all she managed to accomplish was a strained whimper as she quickly wiped away a few stray tears.
Carlos took a deep breath as he careful removed his gloves, before chancing a glance at the distraught girl.
"It's nothing too serious." Both girls simultaneously sighed in relief. "From what I can tell, her body wasn't ready for such an abrupt stop while she was vomiting; causing itself to eject anything it had left. The high amount of stomach acids caused a small tear in her esophagus, resulting in the blood, and her low blood sugar resulting in passing out. It's nothing that shouldn't heal in time. Just keep a close eye on her in the future, alright?"
Brittany nodded vigorously before glancing over the shorter man's shoulder.
"Can I see her now?" she asked quietly.
"Of course," he quickly stepped out of her way, but caught Santana by the shoulder before she could follow the dancer.
"Mi'ja, do her fathers know about this?" he whispered in a hushed tone. "I feel like I should inform them." Santana's eyes widened, and she quickly shook her head.
"Listen dad, that wouldn't be a good idea." She replied hastily, "I know she's sort of… in bad shape, but I'm gonna fix this alright? Please just trust me with this."
Carlos fixed a questioning gaze on his daughter, but finally gave in with a sigh. "Fine. But if things get too out of hand, you need to tell me, alright?"
Santana broke into a grin, and wrapped her arms around her dad. "I promise. Thank you so much Papi."
He softly patted her on the back, before she pulled away. "Now go in there and help your friend Santi."
Santana briskly nodded, before rushing into the guest room.
The rest of the day had passed fairly quickly. The trio had spent their time watching mindless TV shows, movies, and not to mention musicals. No questions had been asked, and to be honest, Rachel was beyond grateful for it. It was nearing 11:30 and Rachel was exhausted to say the least. Well, she would refuse to admit it, but it was pretty obvious. Brittany had blatantly refused to leave Rachel's side for more than ten minutes. She had even attempted to follow the brunette into the bathroom at one point.
Halfway through RENT, Brittany felt Rachel yawn beside her, before curling further into her side.
"Rae, you're tired. Why don't we get you into bed, huh?" Brittany pleaded for what seemed like then tenth time that night.
"Nu-uh. M'not sleepy." She mumbled, straightening herself up, and resting her head on Brittany's shoulder.
"If you weren't sleepy, you wouldn't be slurring your words." Santana softly patted Rachel's knee. "C'mon, Brittany can sleep with you in the guest room." The Latina offered, before shutting off the TV.
"Every time I go to sleep, he's always right there." She admitted quietly. "He always hurts me. I don't even know what I did wrong." The diva was close to tears, and Brittany quickly wrapped her in a warm embrace.
"It's okay sweetie." Brittany cooed softly. "I'll be right there to protect you, okay? I promise. Let's just go to bed, alright?"
Rachel took a deep breath before nodding slowly. The pair made quick work of changing and washing up, and were in bed within ten minutes. Brittany had subconsciously draped an arm around Rachel's midsection, and Rachel sighed in contentment; burrowing herself further into the embrace.
"Finn never did this," she mumbled softly, "You know, cuddled with me." The brunette felt Brittany's arms tense around her. "It's nice though. I like it."
"Finn didn't do a lot of things right," Brittany whispered in reply. "You deserve so much better than him Rachel."
Rachel's breath caught in her throat, and she turned to face Brittany. "You don't understand, no one else wants me. I'm to messed up; I'm bossy, and annoying, and self-centered, and-"
"Stop it," the tall blonde quickly cut off, "None of that's true. You're perfect, okay? Finn's a liar."
"No he's not," she whined softly, "Don't you get it Brittany? Jesse left me, Puck left me, my mom left me, my dads are never around, I have no friends, and my boyfriend hates me. How am I even close to perfect? I'm such a pathetic loser-" the brunette abruptly stopped her ramblings with a gasp, as she felt a pair of soft lips on her own. The gentle kiss rid her mind of any coherent thoughts, and she was stunned into silence as Brittany slowly pulled away.
"I wish you would stop being so mean to yourself. I think you're amazing." Brittany slowly advanced on Rachel for another kiss, but this time, Rachel met her halfway, and found herself kissing back.
Rachel couldn't help but get lost in Brittany. She was gentle, and soft, and loving. She just melted into the touch. She could actually feel the affection pouring off the other girl, unlike Finn whose "shows of affection" were always rough and calloused.
Oh god, Finn. Rachel quickly pushed herself away from the cheerleader, but she accidentally pushed herself too far, and dropped off the side of the bed.
"I c-can't do this," she stuttered as she jumped to her feet, and backed away from the bed. "Finn's gonna kill me…" her back hit the wall and she slowly slid to the floor. "He's gonna- he's gonna…"
"Rae," Brittany spoke softly, "Calm down, we're not gonna let him get to you." The dancer carefully got out of bed and approached Rachel.
"I-I gotta go," she muttered, standing up and briskly walking towards the door.
"No," Brittany swiftly grabbed her around the waist and pulled the struggling diva into her.
"Lemme go," she fought back feebly, but gave up in the end, relaxing into the warmth that was Brittany. "He'll- he's gonna…" she muttered quietly as she clung to the tall blonde's loose fitting sleep shirt.
"We're not gonna let him hurt you," Brittany softly massaged Rachel's back as she felt tense muscles begin to loosen. The two sat in a comfortable silence as labored breathing evened out and tears turned to sniffles.
"Brittany, what does this make us?" Rachel had finally asked, "I mean, was that just a one-time thing, or…"
"We can be whatever you want us to be Rach," the pair had finally made their way back into bed and were currently laying face-to-face.
"I… I really like you, but Finn…"
"Screw Finn," Brittany snorted. "This is about you and me, okay? Finn doesn't matter. And if he has a problem with this, we can just have Sanny beat him up."
"I want us to be together." Rachel whispered softly, resting her head in the crook of Brittany's shoulder.
"Good," Brittany smiled in reply, drawing Rachel in closer. "'Cause I do too."
"Yo Finnocence!" Santana called across the school hallway. "Me and my girls need to talk to you."
"Uhm, okay?" he replied awkwardly, glancing through the sea of students before following the three girls into the auditorium. "What's going on?"
"Finn, I have something to say," Rachel answered softly. She sighed deeply before meeting the tall boy's eyes. "I don't think we're working out."
Finn had remained silent for a good thirty seconds, opening and closing his mouth like a fish out of water. Once realization had hit, his face had turned the shade of a tomato, and he angrily advanced forward.
"Rachel, you can't do this to us. Do you have any fucking idea how much I had to go through to get us to be together? We're Finchel! We're made for each other!" he roared, carefully punctuating the last five words.
Rachel flinched, and instinctively grabbed for Brittany. The blonde cheerleader soothingly stroked the back of Rachel's hand with her thumb.
"Finept! Calm the fuck down." The Latina growled venomously, rolling up her sleeves and taking a protective step forwards. "You're scaring her."
"Rachel, why? I thought we were the perfect couple," he whined, his boyish charm fixed firmly in place.
"We w-we're, until you…" Rachel mustered all her courage, and took a deep breath; before straightening herself up and turning to Finn. "Finn, we can't be together. I'm with Brittany now."
"What?" he growled, "So you were fucking that- that slut, behind my back? I should've known! Every girlfriend I've had has cheated on me!"
"Oh don't you even pretend to be the victim here," Santana sneered, "Now I suggest you leave before I break your face."
"Fine," he all but shouted, "But don't think this is the end of this."
"Oh, I think it is," Santana muttered under her breath as the football player stormed out the double doors. She turned to face Brittany and Rachel, and managed a half smile before jerking her head towards the exit. "I think it's about time we get to class, huh?"
A/N2:I'm sorry you guys. I really do mean to post more frequently, but life always seems to get in the way. Anyways, this one isn't as great as some of my other ones but hey, that's what writers block does to you, right? So I've pretty much got the whole rest of the story plotted out into about a total of 18 or so chapters. Poll's still open on my profile, so go vote! Thanks a bunch for all your support and reviews guys :) Oh, and I realized that I had anonymous reviews disabled, so I went ahead and enabled them, so KEEP THEM ROLLING! I really do appreciate it.
QUESTIONS:
1. Do you think I'm moving to fast, or do you like this pace?
2. I know I already asked this, but Quintana?
3. What should I do with Finn?
4. Thoughts so far?