AN: My hand is still gimpy and it blows but my therapists thinks I should keep writing to keep my thoughts positive so I'm back... To everyone that PM'ed or Reviewed last chapter, all I can say is thank you, thank you, thank you for your words and love. Song of the chapter is 'Pull Me Down' by Mikky Ekko.
Disclaimer: I sadly don't own Glee or their characters, but I do own 'this' world I created. This is slightly AU. Sam, Quinn, and Brittany never went to McKinley. This is Rated M for language, humor, and some future steamy lady sexy times, but there is an epic story line in the making! So Enjoy! ;)
Ch. 21 Pull Me Down
I know I claimed not to care about my roommates new budding... relationship? but something was just off about the two. I would frown at the nonchalant way Quinn spoke of Rachel. I scratched my head in puzzlement when Rachel blatantly sent longing glances over at Finn whilst in the same area with Quinn. Kurt had also mentioned that the other day he saw Rachel and Quinn walking together, but they might as well have been walking separately because they were practically ten feet from each other. I thought he was exaggerating till I saw it myself. Not only were they physically repelling each other but emotionally they couldn't have been any further from one another as well. I mean when they sat together the conversation flowed beautifully, and anyone with eyes could see that they were attracted to one another but it was like they were just not 'there' for each other.
I want to not care about their relationship but this has to end before it gets messy for everyone around...
It was with these final thoughts that I was able to bring up my skepticism about the two with Kurt. He agreed hundred percent with my thoughts and decided an intervention was in order. So before going to Brittany's house to take her to her appointment, Kurt and I waited for Rachel to come home from class. When she did, she gave both of us an odd look.
"What's going on guys?", she asked warily and I just gestured for her to sit on the unoccupied couch. Rachel took a seat after a beat and waited for us to speak. When we didn't say anything immediately, her head whipped anxiously back and forth between us.
"This is an intervention", Kurt and I say in union and Rachel's face scrunches up.
"Intervention? Intervention about what?", she's asks in befuddlement. "Wait... Is this about me flipping things? because I swear I've gotten better-"
"No no no, its about you and Quinn", Kurt interrupts. "You are not serious about this relationship and neither is she", he says quite frankly and Rachel aims to protest but I don't let her. I clear my throat and raise my hand to stop Rachel's yammering.
"Look, you know I don't ever pry into your biz or whatever but watching you and Quinn is grating and it's an insult to all lesbians", I glower. "You're still hung up on Finn and Quinn... Well I don't know about her but my mexican third eye is telling me she's not all that invested in this joke of a relationship as well", I snort and Kurt kicks my foot. 'What? It's true...' I mouth as Rachel crosses her arms petulantly.
"Have you guys ever even been on a date?", Kurt questions and now Rachel blushes.
"Not really... we're not actually dating... we're just-", she stammers before trying again. "-you know feeling things out... scratching the itch when no one is arou-"
I jump up and point my finger at Rachel with wide eyes.
"OH MY GOD! You guys are totally fuck buddies! I didn't think you had it in you you dirty little-"
"Santana!", Kurt cuts me off before I can say anymore and I turn to him.
"What!? Aren't you just a tad bit shocked? Rachel! Rachel fucking virginal Berry who acts too mighty for her own good is sleeping around with a 'girl' no less; with no strings attached! Booyah! I'm keeping this memory forever", I say thoroughly amused as I glance over to the blushing brunette. "I bet this all started to make Finn jealous but the vag was too good to give up aye Berry?", I say jokingly but at Rachel's slowly growing guilty expression I blanch. I fall back into my seat in silent astonishment before my need to be snarky kicks in.
Whoa... I'm right? Shit! I'm right! This is comic gold!
"God! Can I please tell Finn!", I scream excitedly but Rachel cries out 'No!'. I smirk at that and even though I have no real intention of calling Gassy McInfant face, I pull out my cell much to Rachel's chagrin. My fingers don't even finish unlocking my password before I have a lap full of Rachel. I laugh as she tries to get my phone out of my grip but I dangle it out of her reach.
She may have man hands but I have long arms...
I laugh at her increasing red face and continue evading her swipes but then she elbows my stomach accidentally, and the situation at hand is no longer hilarious. I let out a pained grunt and try to remove the runt off me but she's like a spider monkey. She locks all her limbs around me and then I feel a set of teeth at my shoulder. I growl a warning but Rachel ignores me and sinks her ridiculously sharp teeth into my skin; where shoulder meets neck.
"Ow!", I cry out and try to pull the imp off but she's not budging. She only tightens her grip even though I'm pulling her hair with my free hand. "Okay okay! Stop it, I'm not going to call him! I swear on my mom's life. Jesus! just get off of me!", I yell and like magic Rachel removes her teeth and herself away from me. If it weren't for the stinging pain at my shoulder I'd think I hallucinated the hobbit savagely attacking me.
"You better not tell Finn or else", she threatens and I snort.
"Or else what?", I question peevishly as I rub my shoulder and Rachel's face morphs into something that actually makes my skin crawl.
"You live with me. It would be way too easy to slip something into your food or drink or even drop you into a river with cinder blocks attached to your feet. We are in New York, the city of endless possibilities...", she says easily and my mouth drops.
I'm sorry but what the actual fuck...
Rachel throws me a sweet smile before heading off to her room and I just rub my shoulder begrudgingly. Kurt is snickering behind his hand and I resist the urge to hit him across his head. There had been enough violence for one day.
"She's a friggin psycho", I hiss and Kurt just laughs more but after Rachel lets out an evil laughter of her own from her room, he gets real quiet. I give him a pointed look as to say 'Still think little Hannibal Lector is cute?' and Kurt suppresses a shiver.
"Eh... my room is closest to the exit, and she has a problem with you so... she'll definitely go all Ted Bundy on you're hispanic tushy before me, I'm safe", he said confidently and I shot him a disbelieving glance before getting ready to go.
And ladies gentlemen I give you my wonderful roommates... Not.
The drive to Brittany's apartment is by far the most tedious thing today. Christmas is just around the corner so there's too much traffic and even more so impatient drivers cutting me off to get to their destination. I sigh as I stop at another red light and pull out my new phone to check the time. I scowl at the screen a little longer after I read the time before remembering I needed to call Preston about my upcoming dilemma. I type in 'Phone Wrecker' and hit call. The phone barely rings one time before Preston picks up and I'm pleasantly surprised. I was certain he'd ignore my call just to spite me. Lord knows I've been ignoring him...
"I have a problem", I say immediately. I don't bother with a greeting and Preston doesn't seem to care.
"Me too! I was just about to call you! And on another note, I'm happy you finally got over the phone incident", he said with a sigh that I scowled at. I moved the phone away from my ear and glared at the relatively still new contraception in my hand.
Stupid dolphin...
"I'm not over it, but I'm willing to ignore my annoyance of your impulsive nature because again I reiterate, I need your help", I sneered testily whilst Preston lets out an indignant huff.
"You!? No I need your help! I'll have you know that I'm about to die right this minute so spare me!", he sniped and I rose an eyebrow even though he couldn't see it.
"What are you talking about Preston?", I ask.
"I went out with a friend named Freddie to a fancy cookout the other night around ten. We got sort of trashed since there was an open bar. Freddie met a girl and ditched me or well I think he forgot I was with him... but anyway I guess I took a walk a long the beach and passed out mid through it because I woke up on the sand being pecked by a bird. I checked my phone and it was two in the afternoon and I had twenty-five miss calls! I'm still at the beach because I'm scared", he yelled and I removed the phone from my ear. I winced at the shrill noises he was making before I shouted for him to shut up.
"Oh god Preston, stop fretting", I say as I rub my temples. "Missed calls are something you can remedy", I say warily and the elder Pierce squawked in outrage.
"You don't get it!", he hollered and I snorted at the high pitch tone his voice took. "Each call was from my wife", he deadpanned and I stiffened.
Oh...
"I'm dead, she's going to kill me", he rambled on and I felt sort of bad. "Well it's been nice knowing you Santana, I thought I'd get to see your wedding to my sister but I guess not. Tell my parents they were awesome, tell Andy I found her stash but I kept her secret to my grave", he said soberly and I snickered because technically he just told me. "Ugh! tell Brittany I was the one that put that minuscule dent on sparky that one night and made it seem like she did it while she was drunk and that she's a fighter and she'll beat this cancer and-"
I stopped him before he could babble anymore. I called out to him several times before he actually listened.
"Just tell Alana what happened. Freddie ditched you while you were drunk and your judgment was terrible and you passed out on the beach. Tell her the truth duh", I say exasperated and Preston makes an noise.
"That actually makes sense... Jeez! I'm still drunk", he says with a laugh and I roll my eyes. "Oh! but what did you need from me?", he asked lightly. His voice no longer held the edge of anxiousness to it.
"Christmas is like next week and I need your help getting Brittany's gift", I say simply and Preston makes an excited noise. I roll my eyes at his enthusiasm and tell him what my plans are. By the end of the conversation he had agreed to get everyone else in on it and he hung up to salvage his own issues.
I watched my blonde make another frustrated growl before ripping her shirt off much to my enjoyment. My eyes glazed over as she took off her pants too. She kept switching her outfit because apparently every article of clothing made her look like a Gerber baby; her words not mine... so I tucked my knees under my chin as I waited for Brittany to finish getting ready.
"Brittany you're going to be late for your appointment", I remind the fussing blonde with a grin but Brittany ignores me. She lets out another frustrated grumble as she looks at herself in the mirror. I watch her intently and when her shoulders start to quiver, my amusement dies. I immediately get up from the bed.
I make my way to my distraught girlfriend and turn her to me. I'm mindful of my hands as I wrap my arms around her waist and Brittany closes her eyes. I lean up and press a chaste kiss to her cheek.
"You're beautiful no matter what you wear", I tell her quietly and Brittany opens her eyes. They're watery and tinged red. "Don't cry Britt Britt", I cooed and the blonde sniffles. I press Brittany closer to me and rub soothing circles on her back.
"I was all for the butchering of my hair a couple of days ago but now... Ugh! I miss my hair", she whines and I pull away to look Brittany in her eyes.
"I'll shave my head in solidarity to you then, and we can both miss our hair together", I suggest to make her laugh and it works because Brittany lets out a snort. She cups my face with both her hands before leaning down to kiss me. I smile into the kiss and when she pulls back, a smile was plastered on her face as well.
"You'd look horrible without your hair. A real hot mess", she says seriously as I level her with a withering glare. She laughs at my expression and bops my nose lightly. "But... I appreciate the volunteer, you're too good to me", she says contently and I shrug.
"Eh... anything for you Britt Britt. You deserve all the unicorns in the world... when your not being a wise ass", I say with a pointed look. Brittany laughs and holds up her hands in surrender. "...now you stay right here", I direct as I leave Brittany's embrace and stride over to her closet. I move hangers about as I search for the clothes I know my girlfriend has. Once I find them, I throw the articles of clothing at Brittany who catches them with a curious look. She spreads the given clothing on the bed and stares at them with a squint. Her eyes find mine a second later.
"I'm going to look like a waister", she complained and I correct her without even thinking about it. I was use to her mixing up words and phrases.
"It's hipster Brittany, and just put them on while I look for that black fedora you have", I say as I head back in her closet. I spot some black boots and chuck them out of the closet. "Those will definitely go with what you're wearing and wear those cross earrings you bought last week", I holler as I continue to search for her hat.
I faintly hear her clothes rustling and her feet shuffling around so I know Brittany is changing. I finally find her hat draped across an end of a hanger in the back and I walk out of the closet with a triumphant hoot. I lock my eyes onto Brittany and I feel like patting myself on the back for my great selection. Brittany has a long sleeve denim shirt buttoned up all the way to the top, accompanied with patterned tights, and black boots. I throw the hat in her direction as if it were a frisbee and watch as she catches it with a roll of her eyes.
"All I need is a scarf and some ray bands and I'd officially be in the hipster club... even though being in a club is too mainstream", she says dryly and I grin.
"You're perfect", I say encouragingly as I make my way to her. "Now lets go", I order and Brittany huffs but she's smiling the whole time I drag her along.
(At the Doctor's Office...)
We actually make it to Brittany's appointment in record time. I fiddle with my jacket as Brittany oddly sits quietly and calmly on the chair the nurse directed her too. Maya; the nurse, explains that Dr. Townsend is retrieving Brittany's results and that she'll preform the standard check up procedure till he arrives. Brittany shrugs and lets Maya do her job while I watch like a hawk. I had watched plenty of House and Grey's Anatomy episodes too be a certified nurse.
Or at least close to certified...
Dr. Townsend comes in probably three minutes into the procedure and lets Maya finish then takes over. When Maya is out the door, I'm up and questioning the young doctor before he can open his mouth.
"So what's the what Doc? Give it to me straight", I say immediately and he chuckles.
"It's good to see you too Santana", he says ignoring my question to my chagrin before he turns to Brittany and sends her a smile. "And you are looking wonderful with your haircut Brittany. Santana is lucky to have such a beautiful woman with such natural radiance", he compliments and Brittany beams. I can't help but beam as well because I knew Brittany was feeling self conscious no matter what I told her. "Now where were we...", he trails off as he checks his clipboard.
Good news... Please be good news.
"Right...", he states with a hum. "-the cancer has shrunken significantly and has been reacting perfectly to the medicine since the last setback. Your blood count is up, and the cancer; thankfully, hasn't spread to any other places then I had feared", he says in a cheerful tone. I let out a relieved breath that I didn't know I was holding and Brittany flashes me a delicate smile before focusing back onto the man in front of her.
Thank you God!
"Seeing that everything is going accordingly, your surgery is still set for January third", he states and Brittany lets out a tiny whoop that Dr. Townsend chuckles at before continuing his explanation of the surgery.
He gives Brittany the rundown of what is supposed to happen step-by-step while shes under and even answers my questions when I get confused on certain things. Dr. Townsend talks about the upsides and the downsides of the procedure in detail, and make sure Brittany is following what he's saying. He also tells us about what may happen if the procedure fails even though the odds are very much so in Brittany's favor. His debriefing is thorough and by the end of it, I feel much more prepared and set for the procedure though I'm not the one going under the knife. Dr. Townsend writes something on a small card before looking to Britt again and asking her questions.
"Brittany is there anything you might want to ask or any concerns you would like to address, whether its about the surgery or just how you feel now?", the man asks and Brittany shakes her head in negative. "Well than you are free to go and I'll see you next week, happy holidays", he tells us and we return the sentiments. Brittany puts her coat back on and I lend her my hand so she can stand.
Once she's up and ready, she heads out the door first. I aim to follow but a hand on my shoulder stops me. I look back and see Dr. Townsend's encouraging gaze on me. I raise an eyebrow in question and the man just hands me a card with a URL on it.
"What is this?", I ask as I flip the card over but it's blank. Dr. Townsend sends me a wink.
"Though I see you're doing a perfect job as Brittany's support system, this can help even more so. Woman losing their hair is a very big issue Santana, so if things get harry, look that URL up on YouTube", he says patiently and I put the card in my purse. "It's a channel for woman who have lost their hair to cancer and did not want a wig. The videos consist of beauty tips from other recovering cancer patients on how to make their bald or short haircuts work... My aunt had cancer and those videos were a godsend for her, maybe they can help Brittany too", he says after a beat and I nod.
"Thank you, thank you so much", I say before heading out the door to catch up with Brittany.
Since its getting too cold to be out and about at the park, Brittany decides for the both of us that she'd like to go back to my place. I agree with her because my place is closer from the hospital. When we reach the loft, I help Brittany out of her jacket, put it on the hook on the wall and then work on unbuttoning my own.
"Hey Santana I meant to ask you earlier but what's that on your shoulder?", Brittany asks me as I take off my winter coat. I frown and look into a mirror to see the beginning of a bruise.
Berry gave me a hickey...
I gag and just walk Brittany over to my couch. Brittany stares at me patiently and I sigh knowing she was waiting for an answer I really didn't want to give. I pouted to no one in particular as I filled my girlfriend in.
"I always told everyone Rachel was a gremlin but no one believed me", I grumbled and Brittany chuckled before asking me to speak up. I groaned in embarrassment then retold today's earlier events.
Brittany laughed at the whole thing before whispering that Rachel was indeed crazy. I felt relieved that she understood my plight. I began a ranting spree.
"Again! I've been telling everyone that but nope, no one listens to me Britt Britt", I complained and the blonde just kissed my nose.
"Poor baby", she cooed and I couldn't help myself from grinning ear to ear. I love her kisses.
"Kiss it better?", I ask innocently and Brittany bows her head.
"As my knight requests", she says in a faux regal tone then proceeds to press a soft kiss to my lips. I murmur 'Long live the Queen' between tiny pecks.
Brittany pulls back with a smile, her features lit with delight that I can't help but relish in. She looks away from me and scoots closer to my body before settling into the firm cushions of the couch. I glance over to the content blonde, a smile of my own marring my face and I snuggle more into her side. Brittany giggles but I continue to stare at her lovingly.
"I'm glad I met you", I say easily and Brittany grins.
"I'm glad I met you too".
AN: Next chapter is going to be pretty long. It involves a covert mission with Preston, Santana running into Anna, a Christmas party, etc etc. though I'm not sure if I'm going to split it up or not. What do you think? ...Anyway this story is nearly done o.O I feel an ending coming along (Not to soon but soon) yeah so... until next time!
-Tatter