Author's Note: Wanted to get this up and finish off my second notebook, since it's starting to fall apart =/ Things, as you can imagine, are gonna be pretty awkward and tense between the girls, but i think they might be able to work through it, if Santana stops being a dumb ass XD

A massive thank you goes to Becca, as always, you're awesome for putting up with my idiotic typing mistakes (blame my better half, she was distracting me while i was typing!) I would also like to say thank you to every single person who has read, reviewed, favourited and alerted. You guys are absolutely amazing.

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Chapter 21

But You Never Cared About Me None

Rachel walked into the waiting area to find a tense Puck and an anxious Quinn pacing back and forth relentlessly as a confused looking Brittany watched them. "Hey," Rachel's voice was quiet, but all three heads snapped up.

Before she could get another word out, Brittany had leapt up, bounded across the room and engulfed her in a hug. "I'm so glad you're here, Rachel. Didn't I tell you she wouldn't leave San, Q?"

The diva saw Quinn exchange a look with the mohawked boy before sending a grateful smile her way. "Yeah, you did, Britt."

"Now you can fix San with your special vegan powers, you can make her all better again."

Rachel hugged the blonde back, tears starting to fall as she buried her face in her shoulder. "I wish I could, I really do. But it doesn't work that way. Santana has to get better on her own. That doesn't mean that we can't all help her though, right?"

"Right, she's our girl, course we're gonna look out for her." Puck followed Quinn as she hugged Brittany and Rachel; the boy wrapped his arms round all three of them and held on tight.

Puck was more like Santana than anyone knew. He liked to pretend nothing phased him, that he was untouchable – but seeing his best friend like that, in that much pain, hearing her cries... it got to him more than anything and all he wanted now was to know that she was gonna be okay.

"Y'know, anymore huggin' and you're gonna start growin' a uterus, Puckerman." The little group broke apart to see Santana being pushed towards them in a wheelchair.

"Oh, my God, San, what the hell?"

"Relax, dumb ass. They shot me up with pain killers so I'm feelin' a bit light headed. Apparently that means I gotta be pushed about like a fuckin' baby now." She threw a glare over her shoulder at the man pushing her; he only smirked and kept going.

"I just have to take this charming young lady to get her hand fixed up. She's made quite a mess of it."

"Always knew Franken-douche-bag-teen had a hard head." Puck chuckled, slapping her a high five on her good hand as they all followed along behind.

"It's going to take a little while, she's bust her knuckles pretty badly and jarred her wrist so if you guys want to get comfortable over there," he nodded to a few empty chairs in the new waiting room they'd just entered, "I'll make sure to keep you updated, okay?" They all nodded gratefully, thanking him as he disappeared out the far door with Santana still grumbling about having to be in a wheelchair.

They let out a collective sigh of relief. "Thank fuckin' God for that." Puck mumbled, running his fingers through his Mohawk.

"She's still hurt, Puck. You heard what he said, her hand's a mess!" Quinn let Brittany pull her onto her lap and hold her close.

"At least she's alive, Q. And she doesn't have to have it emancipated, right?" Britt looked from Puck to Rachel. "Right?"

"The word's amputated, and no, she doesn't. She's gonna be fine, B." The boy patted her shoulder before slumping in his chair and letting his eyes close – worrying about someone else always took a lot out of him.

Surprisingly, Rachel had remained silent, her eyes fixed on her feet. Quinn watched her for a while as Brittany dozed on her shoulder. She wasn't sure what to make of this – did it mean Rachel was still with Santana, that she forgave her? Or maybe she was here because she felt guilty, what with Finn doing all this for her... Then she saw a tear drop hit the girl's knee and Quinn knew. Rachel Berry, the girl they'd spent years torturing, truly was in love with Santana Lopez. She hadn't believed Brittany when she'd told her but now... now she knew for sure.

"Rach-"

"Rachel? Rachel?" She was cut off by a voice booming down the hallway.

The girl's head shot up and she looked around. "Daddy?"

"Rachel!" A tall black man in a white coat, panic and worry oh-so clear on his face, rounded the corner. Father and daughter met midway, hugging fiercely as they babbled out incomplete thoughts. "Oh baby, Carlos said he'd seen you here, I came as fast as I could, what the hell-"

"I'm fine, Daddy, I promise-"

"Then why-"

"Santana, Daddy, she's hurt-"

"What happ-"

"At school, she got into a fight-"

"Is she hurt bad-"

"I don't know! Her hand- blood- I don't know!" The diva broke down in tears then; in the safety of Leroy's arms she let out all the panic, confusion, hurt and worry that had been building all day.

"Okay, baby, it's going to be okay! I'll find out everything I can, in fact I'll treat her personally. She'll be just fine!" Rachel nodded into his chest, choking back sobs, trying to regain some sort of composure.

"Doctor Berry? I'm Quinn, this is Brittany and I'm sure you remember Puck." Leroy smiled kindly at them all. "We would be eternally grateful for your help. We just want to know that she's going to be okay."

The man took in the sincere faces of the three kids. Although he'd only ever met Puck, he knew of Quinn and Brittany. Not only from Rachel's tales of slushies and torment but from her more recent tales of Santana – though it seemed like that massive rift between the Latina and her best friends had closed, for the time being at least.

"I'll do everything I can for her. She's in the best possible hands here, so just take a deep breath, hold on to this one for me," he gently peeled Rachel off himself and passed her into Puck's waiting arms, "And I'll be back in a few." He strode towards the doors Santana had disappeared through a while ago.

But as he reached them, he chanced a glance back over his shoulder and what he saw made him smile. Quinn took Rachel's hand and led her back to the seats where a waiting Brittany almost crushed the life out of her in a hug. Maybe, he thought to himself, maybe things really were looking up.

When the man finally re-emerged a long while later he was pushing a scowling Latina with a heavily bandaged right hand. "I told you I can walk just fine! It's my hand that got bust, not my legs!"

"Sorry, San, hospital policy - you have to stay in the chair until you leave the building." Leroy only grinned and patted her shoulder lovingly. "Well here we are." He came to a halt in front of the four anxious teenagers. "One Latina, almost as good as new. You can tell by the scowl." He poked her forehead playfully. "See, I told you she was in good hands." He sent a wink at Quinn who smiled gratefully.

"How you doin', San?"

"Does it hurt?"

"Did you get a new hand? Can I have one too?"

Santana's scowl eased up as she was surrounded by her friends. She fist bumped Puck before taking Brittany's hand and squeezing it reassuringly. "I'm okay, stop worryin' so much, ya bunch of saps!" This was said with a smile though, one that was returned by all of them. "Seriously, Q, you'll get worry lines if you keep lookin' at me like that!"

Quinn rolled her eyes and slapped the Latina's shoulder before leaning down to press her lips to her friend's forehead. "I'm really glad you're okay, S."

"Me too." Puck grinned.

"Me twenty five!" Britt beamed at her, gripping Santana's hand tight with both of hers.

Meanwhile, Leroy and Rachel stood a few feet away talking softly, arms around each other. "Is she really going to be okay, Daddy?" The diva asked, her eyes locked on the Latina's bandaged hand.

"Of course she is. It'll take a while for her knuckles to heal, she bust them open pretty badly so there's going to be a lot of bruising as well, but her wrist isn't serious, she just jarred it a little. I suggest keeping it elevated and rested as much as possible."

"Good thing she's left handed then."

Leroy chuckled. "A very good thing. Oh and she needs to keep taking the pain killers I prescribed or she's going to be even more grouchy than ever and no one wants that!" Rachel had to agree, normal Santana was hard work as it was, she didn't need annoyed, in pain Santana too. "I spoke to Carlos and he agrees it's for the best that she stays with us for a while. At least until her hand is better."

If Leroy thought his daughter would be happy about this he was quite surprised when she pulled away all of a sudden, concern and what looked like horror on her face. "Santana's living with us?"

"I'm what?"

Rachel had forgotten to keep her voice down and now the other four teenagers were staring at them. Leroy frowned; taking in the wide eyes of Santana and the way Puck and Quinn exchanged a long look before their eyes flitted between the tall blonde, the Latina and Rachel. Okay, so things weren't going as well as he'd first thought. He'd obviously missed something big but Leroy didn't think now was the time or the place to discuss it.

"You're staying with us for a while so I can keep an eye on you to make sure your hand heals properly. Okay?"

Santana's eyes flickered to Rachel, asking permission, but when the girl refused to meet her gaze she shrugged in defeat. "Whatever you say, you're the doctor."

"That I am. Now come on, let's get you out of here before your bad ass rep gets damaged anymore." They set off towards the exit, Leroy pushing Santana as Brittany sat in her lap, arms round her neck, grinning like a kid in a candy store. Rachel walked silently beside her father, eyes on the ground, while Puck and Quinn brought up the rear, whispering urgently.

"What the hell do we do now?"

"I don't have a fuckin' clue. I thought you said Rachel broke up with San."

"She did!"

"Well then this is gonna be awkward as fuck."

Quinn nodded. It wasn't their place to interfere, especially not now that Rachel's father was involved and Santana's health was at risk. "Okay, so here's what we do," Puck turned to the blonde when she stopped him; she had her no-nonsense voice so he knew to listen up. "We leave Santana to Rachel and Brittany. That's nothing to do with us unless they ask for our help, right?" The mohawked boy nodded, so far so good.

"What do we do in the meantime though?"

"We," Quinn set off walking again, moving quickly to catch up to the others, Puck following. "Take care of the rest of the students."

"I take it that means I get to bust some heads?" He cracked his knuckles in anticipation.

Quinn rolled her eyes but went on. "It also means that we have to deal with Finn."

"Not a problem. I owe that dumb ass a beat down after what he said to San."

"Good. But first we are going to have to explain our way out of multiple detention for skipping school and a possible expulsion on Muhammad Ali's part. I know you have a brain in there," she slapped the back of his head. "So start thinking."

They needn't have bothered worrying about that though because the rest of the Glee Club, minus Finn, and a sulking Artie were already thinking of ways to cover for them. "What are we going to tell Mr. Schue about the fact that half of his club is missing?"

"We can't tell the truth, or they'll all be in detention and out of the club for months."

"That's if they're lucky! Finn's on the war path, he's bound to try and have Santana expelled."

Soon they were all talking at once, arguing with each other because no one could think of a plausible explanation. So when Will walked in a few minutes later, they fell silent, still not having come up with anything.

"Right, guys, Nationals is getting closer and we really need to start preparing. So... has anyone got their songs ready yet?" When no one was bouncing in their seat with their hand high in the air Will finally noticed something was wrong. "Umm where's Rachel?" He scoured the room. "And Santana?" No one said a word. "Puck?" They shifted in their seats. "Quinn?" Eyes stayed glued to the floor. "Brittany?" Then it dawned on him. "Oh, my God. Tell me it wasn't them. Tell me they didn't break Finn's nose!" They were saved from answering as Sue strode into the choir room. "What do you want, Sue? I'm kind of busy."

"I can see that. They all still hurt my eyes when I look at them." She stopped right in front of him, arms folded.

"Seriously, Sue, I'm missing half my club. I'm probably going to have to go rescue them from Figgins." Will massaged his temples with a sigh. This was all he needed.

"As much fun as I find watching you suffer, and I do enjoy it immensely, it's better than watching pornography, cheaper too. But your missing band of unattractives are why I'm here."

"What? Why? Sue, what the hell have you done with them?" Will leapt to his feet, fear flashing through him as he thought she'd finally gone through with her threat of shipping them off somewhere far away.

"Don't look so terrified, William. All this stress isn't good for you, it'll make you prematurely bald and we can't have that. It'd severely limit my choice of hair insults."

"Sue!"

"I was minding my own business earlier, walking along when I accidently dropped my marble collection in the hallway. It was merely an unfortunate coincidence that some of your inbreds were passing that way. At least I weeded out the weak ones for you. They have absolutely no balance what-so-ever."

"Where are they, Sue? I swear, if they're hurt-" Will was cut off by ringing coming from Kurt's bag.

The boy fished his phone out and glanced at the screen. "Why hello, Quinn," he answered it while the rest of the room listened intently. "No, it's fine, Miss. Sylvester is here, she's explained about the marbles... yes, I'll let everyone know. Goodbye." He hung up and slipped his phone into his pocket. "They've just got out of the hospital, Santana hurt her hand but other than that and a few bruises they're all okay." Everyone let out the breath they'd been holding.

Sue turned back to Will and slapped him on the back. "There you go - Jugs probably cushioned their fall with her airbags. You should relax more, William, take a day off, go get a perm, go vest shopping with your special man friend – whatever does it for you these days." With that she turned and strode back out of the room - they could hear her barking at students as she went.

"Well..." Will sat back down and cleared his throat. "At least they're still in the country."

The glee kids exchanged worried glances. "Riiiight. Are we actually having Glee Club today, Mr. Schue? Or can we go?" Kurt hopped to his feet.

"Err..." Will looked up distractedly, only to find the kids already half way out the door. "Don't forget your song assignments for next week!" He called after them half heartedly.

Finally alone, the man let out a loud sigh, dropping his head into his hands. Nationals were getting ever closer, yet none of them seemed to notice. There was more drama in the club than ever before and Will was having a hard time keeping up with it all. He was going to have to do something about it though, especially after the Finn/Santana smack down he'd witnessed. The Glee Club was completely out of control.

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