Chapter 9

DISCLAIMER: I don't own anything but plot.

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:

Ugh. I suck. I tell you guys I'm back and then disappear for LONG TIME. I hate myself sometimes. -.- Well, school's been a bitch to me again. Projects and assessments keep coming my way one after the other and I never found much time to write but now.. IT'S THE HOLIDAYS! HALLELUJAH!

Here's chapter 10 though. I'm not making any promises as to when chapter 11 will be updated but hopefully I can do it within this month. I hope you all enjoy this chapter! :D

Oh and question: Any of you guys want a Faberry side ship? Or something else?:3

Also. I put the story in present tense since it's easier to just write in present than past. LOL.

Ok. Last one, I promise. Should I keep going on different POV's? Or should I just stick to Brittany's? It's just really difficult to write Santana without her talking much and it creates more suspense with her POV under wraps. So yeah. I think I might do it but.. let me know what you think. (:

Warning: Nothing to be warned about. Completely PG.

Previously on Stay With Me..

"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.

Brittany's POV

The following day, I wake up with Santana securely tucked in my embrace, a little smile creeping up my lips as I remember the happenings of last night. I lean forward to press my lips gently onto her forehead, careful not to take her up. I get up from bed to get myself washed up for work before putting on a fresh set of clothes and putting my scrubs into my backpack. I get back on the bed again, laying down beside the Latina to watch her sleep, smiling slightly. She's so pretty.

"Brittany? Are you up? You're kind of running late for work, honey."

My eyes widen, hearing Kurt's distant voice nearing my bedroom door. 'Shit.' I think, looking over to Santana's sleeping figure. I bite my bottom lip, not really wanting to wake her up from her peaceful reverie. But then if I don't, Kurt will see her and will definitely tease me about it for God knows how long.

I sigh softly, nudging the Latina to wake as gently as possible. "San.. Sweetie, it's time to wake up." I murmur softly, reaching over to tuck a lock of her brunette hair behind her ear.

I watch as she begins to stir a little, her eyes fluttering open slowly as little incoherent grumbles escape her lips but shut quickly once again, not really wanting to open just yet. I hold back a soft chuckle, just really dwelling on the last few moments with Santana still adorable asleep before nudging her once again.

"Come on, San." I whisper once again, reaching down to slowly lace my fingers through hers, squeezing gently.

Her eyes flutter open slowly, her deep chocolate orbs meeting mine as a lazy smile creep her lips, her nose scrunching up the tiniest bit.

I smile back automatically, keeping my eyes locked with hers as a happy sigh escapes my lips. She's smiling that pretty smile again.. But I can't. She's my patient. I'm only supposed to take care of her.

"Good morning, sunshine." I chuckle softly, sitting up slowly, keeping my eyes on her. "You hungry?"

I watch as she hesitates a bit. I know she doesn't eat much since the nurses at the hospital always just inject her nutrients into her without her consent but I'd like to change that. I want her to consume food on her own. Without anyone's help or pressure.

"I promise it'll be yummy." I smile widely, tugging onto hand gently. "I'll get Kurt to make that French toast stuff and we'll have really tall glasses of orange juice." I feel my lips curve up into a wider smile as I watch her expression mirror mine, her eyes growing brighter by the minute.

I freeze slightly, suddenly anxious as I think of Kurt meeting Santana. I inhale sharply as I smile at my patient, squeezing her hand gently. "Just wait here for a bit, alright? You can wash up in the bathroom and borrow some of my clothes." I point to my ensuite bathroom and to the closet next to it. "I just need to talk to Kurt." I smile as I see her give me a slight nod before getting off of the bed, slipping on my cat-paws slippers. "I'll be right back."

I walk out of my bedroom and down the stairs towards the kitchen, my bottom lip tucked in between my teeth as the nervousness and anxiety take over. Will Kurt look at me differently if he finds out that Santana slept here with me last night? I didn't do anything bad so that'll definitely be alright, right?

"Brittany! You're finally up!" I hear Kurt with a small smile as he lifts a coffee cup up to his lips, sipping thoughtfully.

"Good morning." I say nervously, moving to sit on one of the stools in front of Kurt.

Kurt's eyebrows furrow slightly as he looks me up and down, pausing mid-sip. "Something's up." He announces, settling his cup on the counter, shifting a bit on his seat as he looks at me. "Now speak."

I don't know what to say. I mean, what should I say? 'Hey Kurt! Santana's upstairs in my room right now!' No. That's too forward. 'Kurt, my patient slept over but I promise I didn't deflower her or anything while she's asleep.' I shake my head at that thought, suddenly in a silent battle with myself.

".. Britt?"

I look up at him, biting my bottom lip.

"What is going on?" He asks, his eyebrows rising up just a little bit.

".. Tana.. Stairs.." I murmur softly, my eyes averting down to watch myself fiddling with my fingers.

"What is it, honey? I didn't quite hear you?"

"Santana's upstairs." I finally say with an exhale of breath, looking up at my best friend.

".. Santana?" He looks confused for a moment but then his eyes widen, looking at me in surprise. "Oh! You mean the Santana? Your patient?" He has a teasing look on his face and it just makes me go all embarrassed again.

"Yes.." I murmur softly.

"Then what is she doing up there?" He demands with a big grin, slapping at my hands playfully. "Bring her down here already!"

My eyes widen at his reaction. I wasn't expecting that. He's really okay with her being here and out of the hospital? I let a smile curve up at my lips as I nod quickly, moving to get off of the stool. "I.. I'll go get her." I grin widely, turning to walk up the stairs once again towards my bedroom. I hear him mutter something about French toast and I just chuckle to myself. Kurt's such an awesome best friend.

I open the door slowly, walking in before shutting the door. Santana isn't inside the bedroom. She must be still in the bathroom washing up. I walk towards the bathroom door, knocking softly. "San? Are you in here?" I smile as I hear a slight hum from the other side of the door.

I chuckle softly to myself as I move to walk back towards the bed, sitting on the edge of it as I wait for Santana to get ready. A few minutes later, she walks out in a pair of shorts and a hoodie - which is obviously too big for her since it's mine - with her hair tied up, looking as fresh as ever.

She looks amazing.

I smile widely as I stand up from my sit, walking towards her. "You ready?"

She nods and instinctively takes my hand in hers, a small adorable blush creeping up her tanned cheeks as she did so. I smile wider, squeezing her hand as I lead the way out of my bedroom door and towards the kitchen downstairs.

"Don't worry, San. You'll love Kurt." I assure her and she just nods a bit, her eyes averting once again to the ground as we make our way towards the kitchen.

Kurt is currently up and standing in front of the stove, humming softly to himself as he flips up the toast on a pan. He doesn't notice us walk in so I help Santana sit on one of the stools, squeezing her hand gently before releasing it and walking towards Kurt.

"Hey, Kurt." I scream into his ear. He startles slightly, jumping up just a little bit, almost letting go of the tings he had in his hands. I laugh at his reaction and if I'm not mistaken, I kind of hear Santana giggle a little bit too behind me.

"Jesus, Brittany." He brings a hand up to his chest as if calming himself down. "You startled me."

I just chuckle softly, moving to stand by Santana and smiling widely at her reassuringly before smiling back at Kurt. "Santana, this is Kurt. My best friend." I gesture to the Latina before gesturing to Kurt. "Kurt, this is Santana. My patient."

"It is so nice to finally meet you!" Kurt gushes, putting the last of the toast on the plate before turning off the stove and rushing over to Santana who just looks overwhelmed. "Brittany has told me so much about you."

I blush slightly, glaring at Kurt. So this is why he wanted me to bring Santana down as soon as possible. He wanted her down so he could embarrass me.

Santana smiles back just a little bit, a tint of red slightly visible on her cheeks.

Kurt doesn't comment on why Santana didn't respond back with words and I'm just totally grateful because I don't want to go into some awkward situation if he ever questions her.

"French toast?" He offers, holding up a plate. I smile as Santana nods ever so slightly as Kurt places the plate in front of her. I move to grab the carton of juice from the fridge and pour a glass for Santana, placing it by her plate.

"Eat up. We need to get to the hospital soon." I say as I munch onto a piece a piece of toast, sipping on my orange juice when I feel the need to.

After that, Kurt, Santana and I just talk - though Santana doesn't really talk but she smiles every now and then. We talk about how our week has been and how we really were and all that. I'm actually pretty happy right now since Santana and I have worked out the whole kissing thing but whatever, It's not like I'll be getting to kiss her again anyway.

About half an hour later, it's time to leave. I'm already late for work for about half an hour but my patient is with me anyway. It's not like I'm not doing my job already - though I really don't treat it as a job at all.

We say a quick goodbye to Kurt before I take Santana's hand in mine, squeezing gently as I grab my backpack, tugging her out of our apartment and towards my car.

I park in one of the free employee-only parking spaces in front of the hospital, getting out of the car to open Santana's side. I really don't know how the nurses will respond to the Latina being away for the whole of the past night.

I sigh softly as I open the car door, helping her out of the car. I smile at Santana, taking her hand in mine once again as we walk towards the building, the automatic door opening as soon as it senses us.

We walk inside, my eyes quickly moving towards the reception, seeing Rachel with her usual happy smile. I walk towards her, tugging Santana gently with me as we ignore all the stares we're getting from the other staff members.

"Brittant, Santana. Hi." Rachel grins happily, looking down onto her clipboard and scribbling onto it with her pen.

"Hi Rachel. I just wanna check if any of you got worried and looked for Santana and stuff. She was with me." I say, not really wanting to say any more.

"Oh, don't worry about that. That's taken care of." She waves it off with a big smile.

It didn't take long before I had put two on two together, my eyes widening slightly. "Wh-wha- It was you!" I exclaim, surprised that she actually did this for Santana.

"Not only me. Quinn too." She shrugs. "We got tired of seeing you all sad and mopey so we figured it had something to do with Santana. We only wanted to help."

"Thank you. Really." I smile, looking over towards the Latina who just had her eyes averted to the ground.

"It's no problem." she grins happily, putting down her clipboard. "Now off you go. Santana's breakfast should come soon."

I nod, taking Santana's hand once again and tugging her gently to walk towards the elevator. I turn to face her and she just smiles. I really need to thank Quinn too. I never would have gotten to watch her sleep or eat breakfast with her or see her that smile again if it weren't for her and Rachel.

I owe them a lot. Definitely.

And that was finally chapter 10. Sorry for my sudden absence, guys. Hopefully, you're still out there patiently waiting for an update. I swear I'll update more consistently now. Thanks for reading! Leave me a review if you wish. :D

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