Chapter 11

A/V: Sorry for the cliff hanger, that was a bit mean. Anyway, hope you enjoy this chapter and pretty please review or send me a message and give me your idea's or just let me know whether to keep the story running. Thank you! Georgia x

"I…" Brittany began.

The door to the diner suddenly slammed open and two cops stood at the door. Brittany froze staring at them for a moment before walking slowly up to the police officers. They were both brunette however one was a woman and the other was a man.

"Hello Brittany." The woman police officer said, with a smile on her lips which looked incredibly forced. Brittany saw the woman's outstretched hand and seemed to consider it. I'm sure knowing her, she would have hugged her or something more intimate. However, she shook it politely.

"Good evening Trudy. Hello officer Max." She nodded to the other police officer who stood awkwardly next to her, his eyes not quite meeting Brittany's.

I didn't know what to think of this. What the hell was going on? I turn to look at Quinn and she stared at me with a confused expression. I really wanted to speak up but it wasn't my job to. So I stayed silent.

"Ms Brittany, we need you to come to the hospital urgently. Your mother has had some sort of seizure or heart attack…we're not sure. But all she wants is you." Trudy had her hat in her hand and her hazel eyes looked wide and sad as she looked at Brittany.

Brittany looked shocked and very upset. Her beautiful blue eyes started watering and she shuck her head quickly ripping off her apron in a frenzy. Trudy suddenly seemed to notice Artie and me stood close by and looked at Brittany who seemed to have trouble breathing.

"Oh and Brittany, you can bring a friend with you if you wish. Your boyfriend? Someone you live with maybe?" The copper suggested.

Brittany turned to look at us and I smiled desperately at her, hoping she would pick me instead of the twat stood next to me. She turned back to Trudy "I want to bring my roommate Santana, if that's okay?"

She said it quite loudly, making me think she was also asking me too. I walked off quickly, trying not to smirk and grabbing mine and Brittany's things from our lockers. When I returned, Artie had gone and Quinn was stood with her jacket folded in her arms. She pulled me into a quick hug. "Here's my number." Handing me slip of paper with several digits on. "Text or call me whenever to tell me if you're okay."

I nodded and then walked behind the cops and Brittany outside the diner and into the police car. Me and Brittany sat in the back of the car and it was the first time in a while I was this close for a long period of time. I looked at her and she had her hands on her legs and tears streaming out of her eyes. I reached out and grabbed one of her hands and threaded my fingers through hers. She looked up and smiled at me gently before staring out of the window.

When we arrived at the hospital somewhere upstate New York, we got out of the police car to flashing everywhere. Cameras were in all directions from the paparazzi but the police and lawyers were there to drag us indoors. Brittany held onto my hand even tighter and squeezed my hand every time someone got too close. Unfortunately, when we got inside she let go when her lawyer took her aside so I went to get us some coffee. Brittany and Trudy walked up to me after several minutes of heavy talking with the grey haired minger who was Brittany's lawyer.

"Claire is ready to be seen now." Trudy announced in Brittany's direction.

I nodded "Okay." I sat down outside the room so Brittany could see her mother in peace.

Brittany grabbed my hand. "Will you come with me please? Her eyes moulded in to mine and I knew I couldn't say no. I nodded to her request and followed her down the hall to the last room on the left.

The room which Claire Pierce rested in was extremely bright. My eyes had to adjust as I took in my surroundings. There were yellow walls which seemed to have somehow got brighter with white floors. There was a window and several trays and drawers dotted around the room. Then of course was the big white bed in the middle of the room. There lay the blonde woman who must have been Brittany's mother. There was a picture on the side of the bed of her before the arrest. She was beautiful and healthy and definitely happy. She looked like a different woman. She looked tiny and so very skinny. So skinny her skin was saggy and she didn't look alive. Just skin and bones like a skeleton. Her eyes (which were just about open) were grey instead of bright blue and looked bored and scared. I didn't want to look.

I watched Brittany let out a little sob before dragging a chair over by her mother taking her hand. Her mother then noticed her presence smiling weakly and her daughter.

"Hello darling girl." Her voice sounded scratchy and painful with every word.

"Mummy, what is wrong with you?" Brittany was trying to sob but her eyes were watering terribly and her body shuck occasionally. I felt like I was in my own version of a horror movie. I saw a chair at the back of the room and sat massaging my hands.

"We don't have time for that Brittany." Claire managed out, her voice getting gravellier and she coughed hard afterwards. "Brittany, I'm dying and…"

"No!" Brittany shouted. It made me jump and apparently Claire too as she had another coughing fit and I grabbed a glass of water to hand over to her.

"Oh hello, who is this?" Claire took the water from me and looked at Brittany expectantly.

"Oh, mum this is Santana." Brittany suddenly sounded extremely shy and was rubbing the back of her neck.

I smiled at the woman "It's really nice to meet you. You and your daughter look so alike." I bit my lip hard so I didn't say anything cheesy like how know I knew where Brittany got her good looks from.

Claire smiled a bit more brighter this time and beckoned me to come closer. She got me kneeling in front of her and she whispered in my ear "Look after her for me. You have my blessing." She winked at me and then smiled sincerely. I took a deep breath and then nodded.

I took a step back and felt the need to give them a moment.

"Brittany, you do know how much your dad and I love you right?" Brittany nodded in response. "I always will love you. And don't say you love me more because nothing is stronger than a mothers love. You are my pride and joy and you make me proud every single day." A couple of tears leaked out of Claire's eyes as she caressed her hand on Brittany's cheek with a small smile on her face.

Her hand dropped.

The machine started bleeping like crazy and then I noticed that her body was stiff.

"No! No, no, no!" Brittany shouted, weeping and crawling in to a ball. Doctors and nurses rushed in to the room ignoring the sobbing mess in the middle of the floor.

I walked over and put my hand on her shoulder gently "Come on!" I whispered.

"No I can't leave yet." She cried, shaking her head stubbornly.

"No I mean over there and not only the floor." I spoke gently, my eyes not leaving hers. I wanted her to know I would be there for her no matter what.

I stood up and reached out my hand, hoping she would take it.

After a couple of lingering seconds, she accepted my hand and pulled me into a tight embrace.