Chapter 14

Just as Santana was in the middle of getting her drink on, Brittany's parents were walking into their hotel lobby laughing and smiling oblivious to the shit they were knee deep in.

Brittany's father is the one to spot the crowd around the reception desk the gaps in it revealing his eldest daughter curled against the reception desk, her back against the desk and her arms encasing her head sobbing uncontrollably into her knees.

The receptionist crouched in front of the hysterical girl was clearly attempting to calm her, but the convulsions only seemed to be getting worse the more he said as the Pierce man sprinted to his daughters side.

"What's going on? Pumpkin what's wrong?" He said worriedly kneeling beside the crying blonde but looking to receptionist for an answer.

"I gave her a message that was left for her and she collapsed." Adam shrugged helplessly; the blonde had grilled him almost ferociously until he told her what Santana had said on the phone.

"Goddammit I told you all messages had to go through me!" Mrs Pierce barked.

"I know," Adam replied his expression morphing into anger. "But she told me that the girl you said was her stalker is actually her girlfriend not to mention she's eighteen, so I gave her her own message!" He cried.

"You said WHAT?" Mr Pierce shot to his feet and stared down at his guilty looking wife.

"I was just trying to help our daughter get her headspace from Santana until we gave her the phone back." Mrs Pierce flailed under everyone's shocked looks. Mr Pierce shook his head in shame.

"What was the message please?" He asked turning back to the receptionist and placing a gentle palm on Brittany's shaking shoulder. "Okay honey it's okay." He rubbed as gently as he could, feeling dreadful at the state she was in. He spotted Abbie behind the receptionist and sent her what he hoped was a reassuring smile, what had his wife done?

"Um well, after I told Miss Lopez what your... wife had told me to tell her that Santana girl told me to tell Miss Pierce that if Miss Pierce didn't want her or love her she could have said so, there was more but I think it was just for my benefit." Adam told him quietly. Not quietly enough it seemed because Brittany whimpered.

"Oh god this is ridiculous, look what you've done Luce!" He said to his wife who looked suitably ashamed.

"I'm sorry Brittany, I didn't mean... I'm so sorry darling." Mrs Pierce said on the verge of tears.

A tear stained face revealed itself to the waiting crowd showing a glare fiercer than any anyone had ever seen on the blondes beautiful face.

"If you were s-s-sorry y-you wouldn't d-do it." Brittany wheezed out but seemed to choke on her own breath after she tried to inhale. In fact she seemed to wheeze harder with every single breath she took afterwards.

Suddenly the blonde's eyes rolled back and people could see her lips were slightly tinged blue.

"She's having a panic attack!" One of the few onlookers shouted.

"Should I call an ambulance?" Adam the receptionist asked already reaching for his desk phone.

In the silence while Adam was dialing 999 Brittany seemed to come around slightly and the crowd leaned in as she tried to form words.

"Shan." The blonde forced out eyes rolling around wildy as if searching for someone.

"Santana?" Her dad questioned, leaning in to hold his sick daughters head up.

"Mmhmm." Brittany nodded as hard as she possibly could.

Adam put the phone down when Mrs Pierce snatched it out of his hands and hung up, he really didn't have much choice.

"No wait." The older woman muttered dropping the desk phone leaving it to dangle aimlessly next to her daughter and whipped out Brittany's phone and turned it on.

"Wow." She said when all the missed calls buzzed through along with more text messages than the phones memory could hold. Ignoring them for the moment Mrs Pierce hit number one hoping she was right.

Santana 3 flashed up on the screen instantly and the crowd sighed in relief. Mrs Pierce knelt down next to Brittany putting the call on loudspeaker. Everyone waited with bated breath, their hearts praying that this mystery girl they'd never met would pick up her phone.

After a few haunting rings there was a click and loud bass poured out of the phone, only Brittany's wheezing breaths could be heard over the din along with a frantic shout.

"BRITT?"

Wowee that was a serious response to the last chapter. Thanks so much for all the reviews, they're so shiny! You guys are so sweet to me *hugs*.

I know this is tiny but it needed to be small but dramatic, we're coming up to the end now, kinda. If I get enough reviews or comments or what not then I'll post the next chapter later today for you all to read while you chill on a Sunday.