How Hectic did Glee want to be, seriously, not sure they could have fit in anymore PSA's if they tried either, damn this waiting for the next half of the season, my patience is not amazing!

Speaking of patience, I'm really sorry if there are even longer gaps between chapters at the moment, I promise I will finish the story, but I want to do it well, so I don't want to rush it. I'm in my last year of postgraduate studies and my thesis is in serious need of some love, so unfortunately it has to get priority as well as my girlfriend, friends and work, but after that this story is my baby, so bare with me :)

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Brittany was finally getting out of the hospital, it had only taken two days after Beiste had last visited her for it to happen. Brittany had nearly necked herself through boredom, so she was beyond glad she was finally getting out of the sterile place.

It also hadn't helped that she hadn't heard from Santana except a text message saying she loved her and missed her and told her to get better quicker so she could see her. Apparently she had been so busy on set from before dawn to late in the night trying to catch up on all the missed filming time she didn't even have time to call her, which made Brittany sadder than she wanted to admit.

But at least she was getting out, so she was closer to seeing Santana, thank goodness. Beiste had organised nothing short of a cavalry for her departure, she was currently being shepherded through the parking garage into a black SUV.

Beiste got into the car in front with Puckerman, she was surprised she was lead into a car on her own, but she figured there was a reason, Beiste was always amazing at creating decoys.

As Brittany got in she glanced at the driver and saw that it was Blaine which made her smile and sigh with relief upon seeing a familiar face and someone she trusted and considered a friend, he gave her a gigantic smile back.

"So good to see you out and about," he stated still smiling through the revision mirror.

"Yeah good as new, how did I manage to score my own personal chauffer?" Brittany asked curiously.

"Santana's stuck on set all day again today, so she insisted I be the one to drive you safely to your mother's house, which I was more than happy to do, although Kurt is a bit hurt he didn't get to come and say hi too. Oh and there's a care package from Santana next to you," he said, giving her a wink as the car started and he followed the black SUV containing Beiste out of the car park.

Brittany wanted to open the package now but had no idea what she might find, knowing Santana it really could be anything, so she decided to wait on the surprise until she was somewhere a little more private.

"Beiste has got a rather interesting way of doing things, but god she is good at what she does, I see where you get your talents from," Blaine stated, pulling her out of her thoughts, as she pondered exactly what she hoped would be in the care package.

"Yeah she's kind of amazing, the only time I tend to cause myself trouble is when I defer from her methods, exhibit A," Brittany indicates, pointing at all her wounds.

"Well if it's any consolation, we all think you did amazing with the position you were put in, Santana does too, she hasn't stopped gushing about your heroics since we got her home," Blaine said as he kept his eyes constantly moving and scanning the road ahead and behind as he followed two SUV's and one pulled out behind them.

Brittany hummed slightly at the compliment, an ache settling in her chest, wanting nothing more than to have Santana next to her, she looked down at her hands fiddling in her lap.

"She misses you too you know, she bugs Beiste nearly hourly about when she is going to get to see you again," Blaine stated, looking through the mirror at the blonde, who's eyes briefly met Blaine's before drifting out the window to watch the passing cars.

She automatically went into bodyguard mode when she heard a car backfire from behind them, her whole body stiffening and her eyes darting left to right. She relaxed when she noticed Blaine's posture hadn't really changed and they still continued on their path.

"So she's been on the set a lot the past few days then?" Brittany asked, curious about what Santana had been doing to fill her time while she had been laying in her bed bored, moping and missing her.

"Yeah, it's been kind of insane really, she barely gets home before she's rushing back onto the set, we have all been sleeping at her house to try and help her with her insane hours. I'm not really sure if we're more so helping or hindering at this point, she has been a bit unbearable the last few days," Blaine trailed off with a blush, realising he probably went too far telling his bosses girlfriend this piece of information, even if Santana was also one of his best friends, she was still his boss.

"Oh really, is she ok?" Brittany asked, concern evident in her voice.

"I really shouldn't have said anything, she's been pretty grumpy since she got home, but I guess she has been working long hours and I'm pretty sure it's not having you around. I think having other Body Guard's watching out for her is making her jumpy, the sooner you come back the better I think," Blaine finished, giving Brittany an impish grin in the revision mirror.

Brittany couldn't help the smile that overtook her features, Santana had been missing her just as much as she had been missing Santana, it made her heart ache for her Latina, she just wished she could talk to her, could see her.

They drove in silence for a while, Blaine constantly checking his surroundings and his revision mirror, Brittany would look around from time to time, then become lost in thought, imagining what Santana might be doing at that moment.

Shaking her head she would pull herself back into the habit of scanning the scenery for any dangers, before reverting again to fantasize about Santana.

It was useless, she really couldn't get the girl off her brain, it was probably safer when they were together, at least as much as she was distracted by her physical presence she wasn't totally in her own world, like she was now.

Brittany shook her head again, she was in imminent danger and she was in a fantasy world, so many things were wrong with this equation.

Brittany concentrated on the cars around her and any sharp or sudden movements which could mean danger, she needed to start getting her focus back on her own danger for the time being, so they could catch and stop whoever was doing this, so she could see her...

Brittany let out a huff at her mind and forced her eyes onto the traffic around her again, she noticed they took the long route, avoiding the abandoned warehouses where the attack had occurred.

She knew Beiste would tell her they did it to avoid any possible attacks happening again in such an unsecure area, but really she knew Beiste wouldn't make her go through seeing it again.

She was incredibly glad, she didn't want to see the hole in the road, the destroyed buildings, the shot up fences. It would all be too real. As much as she was used to the crazy, unpredictable and frightening, she was trained for it, she was still human and she hated that it got to her.

Brittany threw the images of the day from her mind as they started approaching Brittany's Mom's apartment slowly, she could see guards placed randomly around the apartment on look out.

She was embarrassed to have this kind of convoy, wasting this type of muscle on herself when it all should have been on Santana. She knew Beiste had secured the set and had it crawling in security, but still she would rather have them there than here.

Well at least they were protecting her Mom too, even if the threat to her specifically was probably not great, her moving in to live there for the time being on her mother's instance, was making her a possible target again, which didn't sit well with Brittany.

Eventually the car pulled up out the front of the apartments, Brittany was surprised they didn't go into the garage, but did as she was told as she got out and was ushered quickly inside, grabbing her gift from Santana and waving a thank you to Blaine, Beiste in front and Puckerman behind.

They got to her mother's apartment quickly, even with her limping and shut the door behind them, Beiste talking into a phone, telling whoever was on the other end that the package was delivered. This made her hate this situation more, now, more so than ever she understood why some of the people she guarded could be difficult, it was embarrassing having other people risk their lives in this way for you.

She dropped any comment she had when she saw the relief on her Mom's face when she pulled her in for a hug, she guessed she could deal with the situation if it brought her mom such relief.

"I'm going back on set with Miss Lopez, let me know if you need to go anywhere, I will lead the team," Brittany went to protest but Beiste held up her hand.

"In the mean time get yourself well and relax, this place is nearly as secure as Miss Lopez's place," Beiste nodded smiling at both of the Pierce's as she left. Puckerman indicated that he would be at the front door if he was needed and Brittany smiled a thank you as he left too.

"How are you feeling sweety? And what's the big box under your arm your holding like a life vest?" the older Pierce woman asked eyeing the box Brittany still held protectively under her arm.

"Oh, just something from Santana, I'm feeling fine thanks Mom, just a little tired, think I'm just going to take a nap," Brittany stated, exaggerating a yawn and stretch.

Susan smiled knowingly at her daughter, "right, since when do you take voluntary naps, enjoy whatever's in the box, give me a yell if you need anything," the older blonde finished as she smirked at her daughter and walked into the kitchen.

Brittany felt her cheeks grow red, she hated how well her mother knew her sometimes.

Brittany walked into her old room, which stood fairly bare, she had always been a fairly minimalistic child, she had a poster up of Alanis Morissette and a rainbow unicorn on her bed, but other than that her room was stark white.

A photo of her and her mother sat next to her bed, her book shelf was arranged neatly with a few favourite books, and cd's. Her other shelf was covered in trophies from all the sport she had played throughout her life, from cheerleading to basketball, to marksmanship and swimming, she had always been really proficient in physical activities and really enjoyed pushing herself.

Walking over to her bed she sat down and crossed her legs, as she had always done when she sat on her bed as a small girl, she smiled at the habit.

Putting the box down next to her she let out a sigh as she flipped off the lid. On top was some cellophane covering the box's context. Brittany impatiently ripped the paper off, smiling as she picked up a piece of paper.

'A little love for my love, get better as soon as you can, I miss you, all my love S.'

Brittany put the piece of paper aside as she began to rifle through the box, on top was an envelope, she opened it, pulling out photos.

The top photo was one of her asleep, Santana laying next to her had snapped a photo of them together, Santana smiling cheekily up at the camera as Brittany slept on unfazed. The second photo was of Rachel, Quinn, Blaine, Kurt and Brittany standing on the balcony at Santana's house, obviously in some kind of serious conversation with Santana obviously taking the photo.

Brittany reached into her top drawer where she knew sat some empty photo frames, she put the one of her and Santana in one and the photo of her and Santana's friends in the other. As much as they were Santana's friends, in the last few weeks she had found out why the starlet liked them so much, they were all incredibly nice and easy going people and she was glad they had accepted her as their friend so easily.

The last few were far better, one was of Santana crawling across her bed, her nurses uniform being put to good use, the second was Santana in red lingerie, legs spread enticingly as she stared at the camera. Brittany felt her mouth go dry as she looked at the photos, excited and nervous to see what was to come next, what she would give to have Santana here right now, Brittany gulped as she flicked to the next photo.

Santana was laying on her stomach completely naked, her back displayed right down to her amazing arse as she reached for the camera, Brittany moaned at the sight and covered her mouth quickly, hoping her mother didn't hear.

Brittany heard the television turn on and sighed, hoping her mother hadn't heard and decided to help her out, Brittany groaned at that embarrassing thought.

The Blonde put down the photos and tied her hair behind her head, feeling a little too warm for the barmy weather they were having. Unable to hold back she picked up the stack of photos and flicked over to the next one, what she saw made her let out a louder moan, now incredibly grateful for the televisions cover.

Santana sat on the edge of her bed, looking straight into the camera, her legs spread and her fingers in her mouth as she gave the camera her best bedroom eyes. Brittany unconsciously licked her lips at the sight of her completely exposed girlfriend, rubbing her thighs together to try to quell the ache that had started to arise there. Damn you Santana, Brittany thought, for not being here or answering my calls to help me out, ahh, this was going to be a long recovery period.

Hiding the photos of Santana under her pillow for later use, she went back into the box, the next thing she found made her smile, a bottle of Santana's favourite coffee blend with a new label on it 'Santanablend,' Brittany put it on her bedside table, excited about the prospect of a 'real' coffee.

Underneath the coffee was her favourite hoodie, well Santana's favourite hoodie, it was fairly simple, grey, with a rainbow on the front, but it smelled distinctly of Santana and she held it up to her nose to smell it, feeling like she was right next to her.

The next item made her furrow her brow as she pulled out a twenty pack of differently sized batteries, her eyebrows shot up as she saw what was underneath it. Two interesting looking toys, she swallowed as she pulled them out.

The first was a thumb size clit vibrator and the second a dildo, below that was a bottle of lubrication and below that was a note, which read, "The idea of you getting yourself off to a picture of me is...Can't wait to see you..." with a smiley face winking at the end.

Brittany laid back on her bed and covered her eyes with her arm, letting out a slightly frustrated sigh. Standing up she put the box on the ground and went to her cupboard to pull on shorts and a singlet.

She listened as the tv continued to sound from the other room, really wishing she had a lock on her door at times like these. Brittany opened the batteries and put them in the vibrator, putting the dildo into her second draw under some paper with the rest of the batteries.

Brittany was kind of amazed at her sex drive, she had always been a very sexual person, but she couldn't remember a time when she was constantly this turned on and wanting another person. Plus she had just suffered quite a lot of trauma and marvelled that even at times when she should have been healing her body still reacted in such a way.

Shrugging her shoulder she got into bed, pulling out the photos as she did, the one of Santana in her nurses uniform at the front. She felt like a teenage boy with a playboy magazine, these were just way better.

Settling down in her bed she slide her hand down her stomach as she looked at the photo, remembering the day Santana really was crawling across her bed in her uniform, she was in a similar situation as she was now if she remembered correctly.

She pushed her hand into her panties and moved them between her folds, flicking her clit as she imagined Santana crawling up her body in her nurses uniform.

Brittany flicked to the next picture of the Latina as she imagined taking off Santana's uniform and pushing her down her stomach and in between her legs.

Brittany grabbed the small clit vibrator as she turned to the last image of Santana, completely naked and exposed to her, she pushed the vibrator up against her clit and began a rocking motion with her hips against the small device.

The vibrator sounded super loud in her quiet room, along with her soft gasps, she hoped it wasn't as loud as it sounded in her ears. She kept up her motion as the blonde turned up its speed, her eyes never leaving the picture of her girlfriend.

She started panting loudly as she sped up her hand in between her legs, the vibrator hitting all the right spots on her swollen bundle of nerves. Brittany licked her lips as she felt the familiar heat in her stomach as she started to reach climax, her hand moving even faster as the vibrator reached its full capacity. She had one last glance at the picture in front of her before she closed her eyes, tossing her head back as she came with Santana's name on her lips.

Panting and sweating she slowed the vibrator until it was turned off, trying to calm her erratic breathing. Brittany had one last look at the pictures before placing them in the draw with the clit vibrator, the dildo and the batteries, the last thing she needed was for her mother to find them.

Brittany rolled on her side as she gradually got her breathing back to normal and wiped the sweat from her forehead. She looked at the picture of her and Santana in bed together and smiled, before closing her eyes and drifting into a peaceful sleep.

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Brittany awoke to the sound of soft humming, she smiled as she pictured Santana getting dressed and unconsciously humming as she did it. She opened her eyes to watch the Latina as she got dressed and was shocked to notice she was in her room at home and that her mother was sorting through her hospital bag as she hummed.

Brittany frowned at the realisation of where she was and that Santana wasn't about to appear in front of her eyes. Her mother noticed her opening her eyes and quickly ducked out of the room returning with a tray of food and a glass of water, putting it on her bedside table.

"Thanks Mom, how long was I out?" Brittany asked as she sat up, feeling hunger start to gnaw at her stomach as she reached for the tray of food.

"About six hours, I was beginning to think you had done a runner or something, thought you might be hungry," she finished as she smiled at the photo of her and Santana next to Brittany's bed before picking up the one of Brittany with Santana's friends.

"So this was part of the box of stuff from Santana? Isn't that sweet," the older Pierce stated as she continued to look at the photo of Santana's friends.

"Are these Santana's friends? I've only ever met Quinn, she was with Santana when I went to see her in the hospital, she seems very nice," Susan stated with a smile.

"Yeah she is, super amazing to Santana, they have been friends since high school," Brittany finished as she started to stuff food into her mouth like she had never eaten before, nothing like home cooked food when you have been living on hospital food for a while.

"Ah," said Brittany's Mom, nodding at her daughter, "the other girl, where do I know her from? Is she a friend of yours? I've seen her a few times before," the older Blonde stated as she continued to look at the picture, scratching her head trying to think.

"What do you mean? She's Quinn's girlfriend and I had never met her before I started working for Santana," Brittany stated, her brows furrowing at her mother as she put down her fork.

"Well I definitely know her...ah, I know, she must live in the building, I've walked past her a few times and I'm sure I've seen her on this block before, she has a fairly distinct look, it's defiantly her, she must live close by," she finished as she put down the photo and looked at her daughter.

"No she doesn't, she lives more than an hour north of here, why would she be in this building or even out here, how many times have you seen her and when did you start seeing her?" Brittany asked staring at her Mom with big eyes.

"I don't know Brittany, it's been several times for sure, Um, I guess at least the last year or so, maybe more maybe less, I'm not sure, what's wrong Brittany?" Her mother asked, staring at her daughter nervously.

"Can you get me cell phone, I left it in the lounge room, I need to call Beiste," Brittany stated nervously as her Mom nodded and rushed out of her room.

Brittany rubbed her eyes as she looked for reasons other than what she was thinking that could explain why Rachel would be out here, hanging around this particular area, but came up blank. What was Rachel up to?

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