A/N: This chapter happens the same time as the last one just from Santana's point of view. Chapter 12 – Santana's POV

Wake up. Talk to Brittany. Get ready. Go to the hospital. Miss Brittany. Spend most of the day there. Go get some lunch. Talk to Brittany. Go back to the hospital. Miss Brittany. Spend a few more hours there. Leave the hospital. Talk to Brittany. Get home. Spend some unnecessary time with the family. Which usually involved arguing with the step dad of course. Talk to Brittany. Go to sleep. Wake up. Talk to Brittany. Get ready….

I think you get the gist. That's pretty much been how my days have been going since I've gotten back home. Fun right? No. Not at all. I've missed Brittany the whole time I've been here. It's just about miserable. I say just about because at least I get to talk to Brittany some. Tonight my schedule actually changed up a little. Which I wasn't very happy about. A few of my old friends came over, and everyone wanted to play poker. Poker was a little Saturday tradition we had back when I lived here. They wanted me to play with them, but I really did not want to. Today had been a rough day. I couldn't stop thinking about Brittany, plus the doctors told me that Kitty was getting worse instead of better. But even though I didn't want to, somehow I was suckered into playing with the guys. Fortunately, Brittany was going to be up late too, since Rachel was throwing a party at our apartment. I knew I would have her to keep me company.

Three hours later, the game had gone from nine people to five. I didn't think it was ever going to end. Plus, Brittany had apparently fallen asleep since I hadn't gotten any messages from her in the last half hour. I folded one of my hands and went in the kitchen to get something to drink, which is when my phone vibrated. I smiled and pulled the phone out of my pocket, thinking it was Brittany. The number was one that I didn't recognize, but I opened the message anyway. I guess when you're away your girlfriend will play. I read over it again, completely lost. I wrote back and asked who it was. After my phone vibrated again, and I read the message, I shook my head. Tina. Go figure. You see, Tina was a girl that Brittany had just met. To say that Tina wanted Brittany, would be a very big understatement. Even after Brittany had told her that she wasn't interested, Tina still kept trying. I couldn't for the life of me figure out why she was at our apartment, so I messaged Brittany asking why. Then I remembered that Brittany was asleep. Great. So I messaged Tina back, asking what the hell she was talking about. I walked back to the poker table and sat down at the table right when my phone vibrated again. According to Tina, Brittany and Ryder had hooked up. Yeah, okay. Like I was going to believe her. She told me that they had been making out. I didn't believe her, but I wondered 1) why she would bother making this up, 2) was Ryder at our apartment, and why. It wasn't a secret that I wasn't Ryders biggest fan. He also liked Brittany. The two of them met right after Brittany and I moved in together, and I have to say I was a little jealous of him. I was afraid Brittany would rather go out with him than be with me. And here I am hours away from Brittany, and apparently he's right there with her. Brittany knew how I felt about Ryder, and I was just a little frustrated. I couldn't help but message Brittany asking how Ryder was doing. It was a defense mechanism that came out of me at the worst times.

I sat my cell phone down and took a large gulp of my beer, thinking that I was going to need another one soon. As of right now, I was in second place in the poker game. But really all I wanted to do was quit and go lay in bed. However, me being the stubborn one I am, stayed in the game. My mind wasn't in it though, instead I was thinking about Brittany. I thought back to the night after Brittany and Ryder met, when Brittany went over to Ryder's house for a party. I asked Marley to come over so I wouldn't be at the apartment by myself. Marley and I were just watching movies when I decided to take a shower. I stepped out of the shower, and as soon as I did everything around me started spinning. I was hot but cold, and it was like I couldn't even control my own body. I managed to wrap the towel half way around myself before everything went black.

The next thing I remember is waking up to Marley cooling me off with a wet washcloth on my face. Apparently I had passed out and fallen on the bathroom floor, and Marley had to break in the locked door to get to me after she heard a crash. She helped me up onto the bed and grabbed me a bottle of water, and then she told me that she had been talking to Brittany. I really didn't want to worry Brittany but apparently she was already on her way home. Marley told me that she talked to her mom, who was a doctor, and apparently I had heat stroke. Marley was told to wake me up every four hours, and ask me what my name was. I thought it was a load of bullshit, because I did not want to be woken up all through the night. But whatever. I heard the door open, and my head shot up. Ouch, bad move. I laid my head back down and tilted my head up right as Brittany walked into my room. I smiled as much as I could and told her hey. She said that she was home and was there if I needed her but it looked like we had things under control. I just nodded because I still felt bad that she had to leave her party because of me. I asked her how Ryder was and told her that she didn't have to leave because of me, but she just smiled and told me that she was where she needed to be. Or something along those lines, that night is all kind of fuzzy to me. She walked back to her room, and I wished that she was the one taking care of me, not Marley. I couldn't exactly tell Marley that though, so I sucked it up and closed my eyes, quickly falling asleep, well, until I was woken up four hours later.

I shook my head a little, clearing the memory from my mind. That was a rough night. But at the moment, I was exhausted, and just wanted to go to sleep, so since it was only me and one guy left in the game, I went all in. To my surprise, he called me, and he had nothing, so I won the game. I collected my cash, and went straight to my bedroom and fell down on my bed. I didn't have it in me to put pajamas on, so I pulled my shirt and pants off and crawled under the covers, hoping to fall asleep, but of course that didn't happen. Instead I stayed up for hours, thinking. About what, you ask? You got it. Brittany. Brittany and Ryder and Brittany and Tina, and everything that was going on hours away that I had no control over.