a/n: This is a VERY short chapter and its actually inspired by a friend more than it is Marley from Glee. However, its not something I've personally been through and so if anything is off I'm really REALLY sorry because this is NOT a joking matter at all. That said, I know the time-frame and recovery is irrelaistic and I hope to touch on that further and have some in already written future chapters. Please do let me know if I've said something offensive because I am willing to improve this chapter.disclaimer: I don't own Glee
Chapter 9: Sick Santana (TW: ED)It all started the day she realized she couldn't control her size in height. Or much else. Brittany was perfect, with her nimble dancer's body. She'd grown into her lanky limbs to be completely gorgeous. Santana on the other remained short, and she was determined to not be stout. It wasn't anything to worry about in her eyes. She just started eating smaller portions and healthier foods. Not indulging in movie night candy with Brittany anymore. Eating less of Mr.Pierce's cheesy mashed potatoes and more of the usually ignored garden salad. When her parents were actually home, she made the same dinners they always had. Her dad was a doctor, they'd always eaten really healthy. She just didn't eat the tortilla for her taco, opting for taco salad.
It was a week into her diet when they were taking in her jacket. They measured her waist and she didn't like the number. That night she opted to go home to her empty house. She spent an hour staring at the scale. Then she went for a run around the neighborhood. Her dinner was a bottle of water. Her breakfast was the same. She opted out of lunch too. She went home to an empty house again and had a celery and spinach salad for dinner. She went for a run afterwards.
After a week on her new diet, she was in Health class. They all had to measure themselves, waist, hips, all of it. While she was pleased to be an inch taller, she was unhappy her waist had dropped by only an inch. She threw up her salad that night. Brittany started to get worried the next day when Santana, always the best student, fell asleep during a video in biology. Neither of them got any points for that assignment.
Santana hadn't sung a solo since introduction week when she sang Reflection by Christina Aguilera. She'd nailed it, just like Brittany did her performance of Lady Gaga's Just Dance. But, when Friday rolled around and she had a small solo in the group number, it all came crashing down.
Santana was proud of herself. She'd lost a few pounds that week and another 2 inches on her waist. She was ready to prove herself when she sang her solo. Her vision was a little foggy, but she assumed she just needed to visit the optometrist. She strutted forward for her solo, but she never heard herself singing.
Brittany watched Santana stumble forward before tripping over her own feet and hitting the stage hard. She immediately rushed forward. She cradled the girls head in her lap.
"Santana?" she tucked the wisps of hair behind her ears. Brown eyes opened, but the usual chocolate was dull and foggy.
"You look like a cloud" the girl mumbled.
"Mr. Schue!" Brittany shouted "Get the nurse!" The Latina shut her eyes and snuggled into the warm lap. She was always cold and this stupid dress offered no warmth. Why weren't they wearing their jackets for this number? Brittany ran a hand along her side but pulled her hand away as if she had been shocked. She could count the ribs. She ran a hand down her back and counted the vertebrae.
"Sanny, what'd you do?" Brittany sniffled, remembering the eating disorder video from health class.
"What happened?" the nurse said as she walked down the steps of the auditorium.
"She just, she was stumbling, and then she fainted." Brittany said shakily.
"Is she still out?" the nurse asked.
"No, she woke up a bit ago. She's asleep now." Brittany assured.
"Can you lay her down again?" the nurse asked, and Brittany nodded, gratefully taking one of the boys jackets to put under her head.
"M'cold" Santana groaned, opening her eyes.
"Ms.Lopez, do you know where you are?" the nurse asks.
"The icebox of an auditorium." she groaned "my head hurts."
"You hit it pretty hard." the nurse placed an ice pack on the already forming bruise.
"Britt." The Latina reached out.
"Hey San, I'm here." Brittany squeezed the girl's hand.
"I gotta tell ya somethin" she mumbled.
"Can everyone else leave? Besides the nurse?" Brittany requested. The club groaned but Mr.Schuester ushered them out quickly. "What is it?"
"I stopped eating. Or like, keeping the food." the latina poked her empty stomach.
"That's incredibly dangerous. I'll have to inform your parents." the nurse pulled out her cell.
"Won't care. Tell the Pierces." Santana waved off the nurse.
"I'll call both."
"Sanny why?" Brittany played with tan fingers.
"Control. I'm fatter than Tubbs." Santana insisted.
"No you're not. You never will be or have been." Brittany kisses a crease in the girl's forehead.
"Ms.Lopez your parents have set up an in-home doctor who specializes in nutrition to make sure you recover quickly." the nurse says.
"I'm never home." Santana argued.
"You are on house arrest outside of school. You will be until you have recouped to a healthy weight." The nurse said. She walked away.
"I hate being there. It's lonely" Santana turns to her girlfriend.
"I'll ask to stay with you as much as possible, okay?" Brittany said, and Santana smiled. The girls went to the choir room, explaining the situation. Jesse, as the captain, had to inform Santana that she would only be allowed to perform.at sectionals if she had fully recuperated. That was the day that convinced her to turn it all around.
To both girl's dismay, Brittany was rarely allowed at Santanas for more than a few hours, dedicated to studying. Santana was determined to get better so she could get back to being an honorary Pierce. Her nutritionist was just as determined. The fiery Latina's temper and attitude were awful. But she couldn't fault the girl's stubbornness. Santana hit goals in record time. She had a month until sectionals. By the end of the first week, the Latina's house arrest was relaxed, but required a detailed account of what she ate by her and an adult. This was hardest at school since her and Brittany now had to eat in Ms.Pillsbury's office. The woman constantly worried over Brittany's sticky peanut butter and jelly sandwiches. But, it meant dinners with the Pierce's which Santana adored. Susan made the best food. By the end of the second week she was allowed to resume a normal life. She was glad she'd been caught early.
A/N: again, be super critical on this chapter. the last thing I ever want to do is be offensive or insensitive. love to all of you reading. if you skipped the chapter because of the TW you will be fine to just read the next chapter without confusion.
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