"Holy shit, holy shit," Santana couldn't stop repeating those two words. "Brittany? Are you awake? Can you hear me?"
Brittany's eyes fluttered open and she winced against the soft lighting in the room. After taking a minute to adjust she opened her eyes wider, and for what felt like the first time Santana was able to stare into her girlfriend's shimmering blue eyes.
"Santana?" Brittany whispered.
"Yeah B, I'm here," she replied, her eyes brimming over with silent tears. But these tears were of joy.
Brittany lifted her head slightly and the color faded from her face. "Oh my god, where am I? Santana what's going on?" Brittany said, clearly panicking.
"B calm down it's okay, you got hurt pretty bad but you're gonna be okay. I promise," Santana said, trying to reassure her friend.
Brittany began to whimper, "Oh my god S, help me I'm scared I don't understand what's happening."
Santana realized that Brittany was in shock. And though she really didn't want to, she ripped herself from Brittany's bedside and ran into the hallway.
"I need a doctor in Brittany Pierce's room!" Santana shouted."She's awake and freaked out!"
Santana ran back to the now shaking and crying girl. She grabbed both of her hands and held them tight.
"Brittany, look at me," the blonde complied. Santana felt her heart sink when she began to feel just how hard Brittany was shaking. "I promise you're gonna be okay, a doctor's gonna be here soon and they'll take care of you. I promise. And you know I'd never lie to you."
Brittany nodded once before falling back onto her pillow. Her eyes were watering and tears poured silently down her cheeks. Santana caressed Brittany's cheek, using a thumb to gently wipe away her tears. Then, for the first time in fifteen days, she laid a gentle kiss on the lips of the love of her life. She pulled away as Dr Anderson, the doctor handling Brittany's case, walked in.
"Welcome back Brittany!" He said, genuinely pleased to see her awake. "Now, I'm imagining you have all sorts of questions. It's normally to feel scared but I'll fill you in in just a second. I just have to do a few little tests to make sure you're alright. Sound good?"
Brittany nodded slowly, calmed by the present of a doctor. Santana let go of Brittany's hand, to be met by a round of protests from the blonde. Santana leaned down to quiet her with a quick kiss.
"I'll be right back. While Dr Anderson does the tests I'm gonna call your parents. They've been worried sick, obviously." Santana bounded out of the room, feeling as though she were on cloud 9. She pulled out her cell phone and dialed Mark and Alice.
The next day, Santana practically skipped into the choir room with a grin wider than a half moon. Everyone looked at her, perplexed at her attitude. After weeks of seeing her so crestfallen, some of the glee clubbers couldn't help but wonder if she'd just cracked and was feeling kind of crazy. She sat herself down at the front row next to Kurt and put her arm around his shoulder.
"Good afternoon , how are you on this fine day?" She asked, her voice chipper.
"I'm great Santana, are you umm... how are you?" He asked hesitantly.
"I for one am fan-fucking-tastic," She answered through a grin
Quinn looked at Santana equally confused by this attitude, in fact she had been bracing herself for a pissed off Santana. The latina hadn't returned to Quinn's house last night and she was afraid that she'd gone off drinking with Puck for the night. It wouldn't have been the first time she'd done that since Brittany got hurt. Before anyone could question Santana's unusual mood, Mr Schue walked in, slightly better adjusted to his crutches than he had been yesterday.
"Alright everyone, I just want to jump right in and let everyone continue with presenting their free-choice songs."
"Actually Mr Schue, if you don't mind I'd like to make an announcement to everyone first," said Santana as she bounded to the front of the room.
"Uhhh, sure," Even Mr Schue was a little taken aback by Santana's cheeriness.
"Okay, so as everyone knows Brits has been in the hospital. Well, yesterday I took Mr Schue's absolutely fantastic advice and sang her a song. I wasn't sure she could even hear it, but he said it was worth a try. So yeah anyway I sang Collide by Howie Day,"
Kurt squealed and put his hand over his heart dramatically.
"Yes Hummel, it was pretty romantic of me. Anyway, that's not the exciting part. I'll just cut to the chase. Guys, she's awake. She awake and she's gonna be okay!"
The room began to buzz excitedly at this fantastic news. Puck spoke up first.
"Can we go see her now?" He asked eagerly.
"No Puckerman you guys have to wait a few more days. Dr Anderson says she's stable enough to come home today, so she's gonna stay home over the weekend. If she feels up to it, she'll be at school on Monday. So you can all see her then," Santana said all the words lightning fast due to the fact that she was bubbling over with excitement.
"Wow! I think I can speak for everyone when I say that I can't even begin to tell you how relieved I am," said Mr Schue. "I can't wait to see her back in the club."
Santana gave one more vibrant smile before returning to her seat, where Quinn joined her.
"So I guess this means you'll be going back to Brittany's?" she asked.
"Yeah Q," replied Santana, "I can handle it now that my baby's gonna be back. But I can't thank you enough for dealing with me and my depressed self all this time. It really means so much. You're my best friend you know."
"I thought that B was your best friend?" Quinn asked jokingly.
"When it comes to people I'm not giving sweet lady kisses too, you're my best friend Q," the latina said with a smile.
The two girls laughed and hugged each other tightly.
"I was worried about you too Santana, don't leave like that again please," Quinn whispered into her friends ear.
"I hope to god that nothing ever happens that makes me feel and act so... desolate and vacant again..."
Mr Schue began calling people up to perform their songs. As Santana watched, she felt her phone buzz in her pocket.
Alice Pierce: Hi Santana. Sorry to bug you at school but I just want to let you to know to skip the hospital after school. We brought her back so just come home. She misses you and sends her love.
Santana smiled at the text. Finally, she felt truly happy and at peace. She was going home.