Here is the next Chapter. I hope it's okay. I hadn't planned that Brittany gets any deeper, psychological damage. I hope this is not totally unrealistic for you.

Chapter 14

Santana had no idea how she managed to carry Brittany all the way home. Maybe it was the adrenalin, which was still flooding through her veins. But now she stand in front of the Pierce-House.

She was relieved as she saw that there was still light inside. So her parents weren't sleeping yet. She rang the bell and waited.

After a while the door opened and a confused Julia looked at her. As she saw her daughter in Santana's arms and the blood on Santana's face and hand, her eyes widen.

"Oh my god, what happened?", she whispered scared.

Santana swallowed. "I'll bring her into bed and then I'll explain you, okay?"

Julia nodded silently and Santana gave her a grateful look.

She carried Brittany upstairs into her room and lay her on the bed. She looked so little in this moment.

Brittany opened her eyes. "Thank you", she whispered.

Santana crouched down next to the bed. "Are you okay? Do you need something? Want to change into your pyjamas?"

"It's okay. I can do that"

Santana nodded. "Listen, I have to speak with your parents for a moment. But I'll be back as soon as possible."

"You'll stay over night?", Brittany asked hopefully.

Santana smiled slightly and stroke over Brittany's cheek. "Of course"

Santana went back downstairs into the living room. Mr and Mrs Pierce were siting there, waiting for her. Her heart beat fast.

"Um..", Santana started. She didn't know how to bring this kind of information to her parents.

"Did somebody...assault her?", Julia helped her. Her voice was trembling.

Santana nodded slowly, but she couldn't look into Julia's eyes.

"Oh my god", Julia sobbed loudly.

"But it didn't happen much", Santana hastened to say, "I was there in time and..", she paused and hid her bloody hand behind her back, "..stopped him"

Santana raised her head again and looked at Brittany's parents. Julia had tears in her eyes and shook her head repeatedly. Dave, Brittany's father, just sat there.

As much as Santana loved Julia, she never really liked Dave. He was always so calm and distant. He barely ever talked. At least not when Santana was around.

All the more she was surprised when he suddenly opened his mouth and faced her directly. "Who was it?"

"A guy named Matt. I don't know him. But I told a friend to call the police as I left the party", she tried to give a satisfactory reply.

Dave looked at her for a moment. His eyes wandered from her wound on her temple to her hand who was still hidden behind her back. Then he stood up and went to her without saying a word.

He planted himself in front of Santana and looked down at her. He was huge.

Santana was nervous. Did she do something wrong? Was he mad?

Suddenly he grabbed Santana and pulled her into his arms.

"Thank you Santana", he said in a low voice and she could hear that he was fighting with tears, "Thank you so much for saving my little girl"

After a while, Dave let off of her and an awkward silence occurred. She was moved from what just happened but she didn't know what to say. And Dave seemed to feel the same.

She was happy as Julia interrupted the silence. "We should check on your wounds. The one on your forehead looks deep", she smiled slightly, "I'm just a midwifery but I think I can at least take a look at it"

"Can we do that tomorrow?", Santana asked shyly, "I promised her that I'll come back as soon as possible"

Julia looked at her with an unreadable expression. "Fine", she finally said.

As Santana came back in Brittany's room, she still lay in her bed in street cloth and shoes.

Santana went towards her. "Hey Britt. You need to change your cloth and wash you teeth and stuff"

Brittany opened her eyes slowly and nodded.

"Change into your pyjama and I'll bring you your toothbrush", Santana suggested and as Brittany nodded again, Santana left and went to the bathroom.

She looked into the mirror and startled. Her face looked worse then she thought. There was blood all over her right part of the face.

She took a washcloth and tried to remove the blood as good as possible. It didn't come any new blood out of her wound, so she decided that it'll be okay. She also cleaned her hand. It was slightly blue and swollen. And now as her body calm down, she realized that it hurt badly.

"Sanny?", she could hear a small voice.

"Britt? Come in", Brittany opened the door and slid into the room.

Santana smiled relieved as she saw that Brittany finally had her pyjamas on. "Sorry. It took a little longer", Santana grabbed Brittany's toothbrush and put toothpaste on it, "Here we go"

Brittany smiled and put the brush into her mouth.

After they finished the bath routine, they went straight into bed without talking lot. Santana laid on her back and Brittany snuggled from the side, her head laid on Santana's shoulder.

"Are you okay?", Santana was afraid to ask that, but she had to.

Brittany snuggled closer to Santana and buried her face in Santana's neck. "Yeah", she said after a while, "I was so scared that he wouldn't stop", she paused for a moment and Santana's heart ached, "but I'm okay now", Brittany added

"Really?", Santana asked

She could feel that Brittany nodded. "Really"

But it didn't change the fact that Santana wasn't okay. She just couldn't stop thinking about what would had happened if she wouldn't had been there in time. This thoughts made her sick.

After a while she could hear that Brittany's breathing was calmer and regular. She must have fallen a sleep. Maybe she was okay for real.

Santana woke up because of the pain in her hand. She needed a moment to remember the last night, but as she did, she raised her body quickly and turned her head around.

Brittany was still sleeping and she seemed calm. Santana sighed relieved.

She looked at her hand. It was swollen and blue and hurt like hell. So did her head. The only satisfaction she had was, that his face looked probably the same as her hand..

Santana turned around again and looked at Brittany. The sun was shining on her face and she looked so peaceful. So innocent.

Santana swallowed. Why would that Matt guy doing this to her? How could anyone do any hurt to her?

Anger boiled up in her again. But not only because of him.. If she was honest to herself, Santana felt guilty. If she weren't so stupid, if she weren't such a coward, Brittany had been with her at the party and the whole thing wouldn't had happened.

She realized she had tears in her eyes, as one of them dropped down on Brittany's bare shoulder. She quickly moved away but it was too late.

Brittany muttered sleepy, opened her eyes and looked at Santana with a smile. But as she saw Santana's tears, her smile disappeared.

"Why are you crying? Are you sad?"

"Yeah..I mean no", Santana wiped the tears away, "I'm just so mad at him", she admitted with a low voice. She was afraid that bringing this topic up again would make things worse.

Brittany shook her head. "Don't think about him anymore", she smiled and sat up, so she could face Santana, "I'm fine. Really"

Santana didn't seem to be convinced.

"San", Brittany started again and crawled closer, so their faces were directly toward. "We were talking and he was okay but pretty drunk. And suddenly he took my hand and stroke it and tried to kiss me. But I didn't want to, because", she paused and for a second her eyes flickered, "..I just didn't want to. And then he got upset and pushed me on the bed. But after one or two minutes you came and saved me..so nothing really happened and I'm okay"

"But he kissed you", Santana started again. She had to make sure, Britt was really okay.

"Yeah", Brittany answered in a low voice, "That was not nice"

For a moment nobody said a word. Suddenly Brittany smiled slightly.

She moved her face closer to Santana and her eyes looked down at Santana's lips.

"Britt?", Santana asked half panicked half excited. Her heart suddenly raced. Was she about to kiss her?

"I don't want him to be the last person I kissed", she mumbled and closed the space between them.

As their lips finally met, Santana couldn't suppress a soft sigh. Brittany smirked against Santana's lips. Brittany's hand went to Santana's neck and pulled her closer.

Brittany's tongue stroke softly over Santana's upper lip and asked for access. Santana opened her mouth instantly and their tongues started to play with each other. Santana moaned slightly.

It seemed like forever when they finally ended the kiss and gasped for air. Brittany searched for Santana's eyes, but Santana just stared into nowhere, her mouth still half open.

"Now you're on my lips again", Brittany said softly and stoop up.

She went to the door and turned around again, "I'm hungry. Let's have breakfast"

Santana nodded slightly but she didn't move. She just stared at the door where her best friend just left. What just happened?