Here we go again! This chapter contains violence! Enjoy!
When Santana woke up the next morning there was no reply from Brittany. Upset about the lack of attention, the Latina got out of bed and got herself ready for school. Her girlfriend had some explaining to do.
As soon as Santana arrived at school she looked around for her girlfriend and rolled her eyes, when she saw Noah approaching her. She turned around and walked the other way, he however caught up with her.
"Santana wait! Have you seen Quinn?" He asked her desperately. The Latina was not even close to have any interest in his problems or wishes. Call it whatever, she thought and ignored him. Puck on the other hand wanted to talk to his now ex-girlfriend and roughly grabbed her to stop.
"Shit. Get your STD infested hands off me, Fuckerman." She yelled at him and some other students turned around looking at the scene. The young man tried to calm her down, but the Latina wouldn´t have it. She continued screaming. "I don´t care what you want. Leave me alone! You know where she lives, go by her house!"
Noah was left in shock. So many of his classmates were staring at him. The normally though man was embarressed by the tiny Latina. He ran after her and pushed her against the lockers. "Listen to me, you and I are friends and you know the situation I am in right now. All I want is to make it right and I ask you as a friend to help me. If you decide against it, I will make your life a living hell." He whispered close to her ear.
She huffed and chuckled. "Do you think that I am afraif of you? Please. My abuela is scarier than you and she is not even 5 3. If you want to threaten me, you must be aware of the consequences." As soon as she finished her sentence, she rammed her right knee into his testicles, sending him to the ground whimpering.
"Santana!" She heard Mr. Shuester´s voice from down the hall, she was in trouble now. After he helped Noah up he moitened her to follow him to Figgins office. As she walked behind Shuester she saw her classmates looking at her. And then there she was. At the end of the hallway, next to Quinn, stood Brittany.
The blonde looked tired. Quinn must have kept her awake all night and away from the phone. The Latina felt betrayed, not by Brittany but by Quinn. The blonde gave her girlfriend not even a second to inform Santana about their evening plans.
When Santana passed Brittany, she gave a timid hi and walked into the waiting area. Those minutes waiting for Mr. Shuester to walk into Figgins office and back out felt like hours. Two seats away Noah was still moaning about the pain. When the door opened Santana walked in and her former friend followed her.
"What is this? You both know that we do not tolerate any kind violence. Ms. Lopez you should be more than aware of this, since you have been involved in a situation like this before." Figgins said and grabbed her file. "I am sorry, but I have to suspend you for five days. Your parents will be informed and -"
"Hold on a second. I was just defending myself. Puckerman here threatened me!" She exclaimed and looked at the boy sitting next to her. "Tell him what you just said to me." Silence. "Not so big anymore are we? Puckerman you are a coward." Her voice was mocking him and she could see his face twisting.
The Latina knew that Puckerman wanted to explode. She felt the principel´s eyes on her. The older man was willing to find out what has happened. Figgins would not make a mistake like suspending her, especially after she told him so. He had no right nor real reason to do so. He must know that Noah had a record of violence. To her it was rather new, but Figgins must have been aware of it. He was watching Noah more closely now.
The young boy felt his face twitching. Santana deserved a proper beating. He asked her a question and she did not answer properly. It made him angry, very angry. He was boiling and wanted to beat the shit out of her, just like he did with his mother. She was just like the Latina, expecting things from him, just because, And this just because, was something he did not except. He was the man and he deserved the respect. He wanted to do it-
"Will," Figgings addressed the teacher, "did you catch any of that?" Shuester shook his head no. He had only arrived when the Latina already put the other teenager to the ground. He suggested to ask some of the surounding crowd, but when he went back there it had already dissolved. The Spanish teacher excused himself and left the office.
Santana was still sitting there, and then within seconds after Schuester left the principle´s office, Noah jumped off his chair and his fist aimed for Santana´s face. Figgins was just about to continue talking when he started yelling for Will Schuester to come back.
The door slammed open and Will tried to control the teenage boy. He yelled at the secretary to call the police this instant.
Santana had no chance.
Noah hit her flat in the face and all she felt was the blood rushing from her face. Another hit. "You stupid bitch! All I wanted to know was one simple thing!"
"Noah! Stop!" Santana heard her Spanish teacher and then she felt more weight on her legs. The teacher must have kneeled on her as well, but all she could feel was the pain that reached from her face down to her stomach. She was breathing flatly and the feeling of liquid running over her face, making her feel like drowing made her pass out.
Nothing.
A beep.
Nothing.
Whispers.
Nothing.
Soft cries.
Brittany cries.
Bright lights.
When Santana opened her eyes the sun was bright. Her head was aching and the sun wasn´t helping. She tried to tell Brittany to close the curtains. The cries stopped instantly and a she felt her bed move. Her girlfriend jumped onto the bed next to her and Santana moaned in pain.
"Oh my God! Santana! How are you feeling?" Brittany asked in-between sobs. Carefully Brittany ran her thumb over Santana´s cheek.
"Babe," Santana said with a raspy voice, "please. The curtains. Too bright." Brittany jumped off the bed and pulled the curtains shut. Then she heard Santana ask what had happened.
Tears began to stream from her eyes and the blonde tried to hold her composure.
"Puck attacked you in front of Figgins. Mr. Schuester tried to pull him off of you, but it took him a while and then you passed out. This was all your parents told me. I came as soon as I could. I came and you were on this bed strapped to machines and – and the black eye and..."
Santana grabbed her girlfriends hand.
"Shh, baby. Everything is alright. I´m ok, really. Maybe I won´t use a mirror for a while, but I am alright." Brittany was sniffing like crazy and Santana could not hug her. Then out of nowhere Brittany jumped off the bed again and while running out the door she said that she has to get Santana´s parents.
The Latina laid there, confused and exhausted. When she tried to move a sharp pain erupted from her body. She tried to lift the hospital gown and saw the deep purple spots all over her ribs. Probably broken, Santana thought and pulled it back down. She tried to imagine what her face looked like, when her body looked like that.
She was brought back when she heard her mother loudly speaking Spanish and her father replying. A faint smile appeared on Santana lips when she saw her parents entering.
"Hija, thank God you are alright. I was worried sick. How did this happen? This boy – pendejo!" Her mother was going crazy. Santana understood why, but she was too tired to go through all of this.
"Yo no se, mami. He threatened me in the hallway and then we were in the office and he attacked me. I don´t remember properly, please, not now. I am tired." But Santana remembered pretty well, but she did not want to relive this situation right now.
Her father just stood there and she saw the rage in his usually so soft face. "Well, the police took him into custody. Lucky for him. I want to beat the living hell out off this little shit." He spoke as he walked closer to the bed and grabbed the chart. "You have several broken ribs, 3 to be exact, no inner bleeding and a fractured nose." He read out loud.
"Antonio, this is not important right now. She is awake and we will take her home as soon as possbile." Maribel hissed. Santana understood why her father was like this. He hid his feelings behind his job, deep inside he was raging and this kept him calm for now.
There was silence and all Santana was focusing on right now was the gentle squeezes Brittany gave her. She looked at the blonde girl, whose face a red from crying and her makeup was slightly smudged, but to Santana she was the most beautiful person.
Antonio and Maribel left the room, telling them that they would be back later tonight. This left the teenagers alone. Santana smiled at Brittany.
"I can´t wait to get out of here." She said and Brittany nodded.
"I will be your personal nurse and make you all healthy again." Brittany replied and she noticed the smirk on her girlfriends face.
"I will need a lot of physicals, you know that, right?"
"San, you are all banged up. How are we gonna do that?" The blonde wanted nothing more than sleep with her girlfriend, but she had broken bones and there was no way she could do that, when Santana was this fragile.
"Well, maybe I want you to bang me up as well," she joked, "or we try this gentle thing again."
Brittany laughed at Santana. Gentle rarely happened between them. But maybe when Santana healed a little bit they could try. Brittany would worship her body no matter what. No bruise would stop her.
The blonde did not tell Santana, but she was scared to death when Mr. Schuester with a bloody face, picked her up during math class. All he said was that she should get all of her stuff together and follow him. She hurried packed everthing up and dropped her book twice while doing so. She then followed him down the hall, his voice was far away, she barely heard him. Brittany felt nausious and the fresh air of the parking lot helped only a little.
The blonde girl saw Antonio standing there and she ran over to him. He opened the car door and together they drove off. She did not no where to. She was still in a haze and Antonio only said that she is alright.
Alright? What does that mean? Her thoughts were all over the place. By the looks of Mr. Shue something bad must have happened. Brittany heard Antonio saying that he called her mother and she would be at the hospital as well. All Brittany could care about right now, was to see Santana. What has happened? Santana at the hospital. Hospital! This was not suppose to be like that...
The next chapter will continue right from this point.