Thanks for the reviews last chapter. I hope you all enjoy this chapter.
Three months later and everything is still going great for Santana and Brittany. Santana has found a good balance between school, friends and her wife while Brittany is just happy that her wife isn't breaking their plans anymore. They've both also settled into exactly what they want out of school. Santana is getting a pre-law degree with a minor in music. Since she likes arguing so much, she decided that a law degree was the way to go. Brittany is getting her doctorate in theoretical mathematics while also continuing to dance (for fun) to keep herself from becoming a math monkey again. She's also still working on the MIT project.
"Hey honey," Santana says kissing Brittany's cheek.
"Hey," Brittany says holding out a cup of coffe.
"God I love you." Santana says taking a gulp. "So I have a study group tonight. I should be home by eight." she tells her wife.
"Okay," Brittany says. "So you want to push date night back?" she asks.
"I was hoping maybe we could do it tomorrow instead. I have two big tests today and I know I'm going to be exhausted at the end of the day." Santana tells her.
She's hoping her wife will go with this. Friday night is there date night unless something big comes up. It's something that they agreed on when they talked through their problems.
"It has been a long week; we could cuddle on the couch and watch a movie instead of going out." Brittany offers.
"Thanks for understanding Britt." Santana says smiling over at her.
"I've got to go, we're meeting to go over yesterday's work before I go to class." Brittany says getting up. "Have a good day of class."
"You too Britt." Santana says getting up to kiss her wife.
Santana heads out ten minutes later to make it to her constitutional law class at nine. Since she stopped being an idiot, her grades have improved back to being great. She's always been smart, but for the first time in her life she is showing it.
"Hey Santana," Chloe, one of her new smart friends says. "Did you finish the reading last night?"
"Barely, I had to wake up early to finish the last few pages." Santana says, sitting down and pulling out her book.
"That reading assignment was killer." Dan another friend says sitting next to his study buddies.
"You two ready to get our study on tonight?" Santana asks.
Before either can respond their teacher starts class up. Santana's day is going by fast. Its lunch time when she gets a 911 text from her wife, telling her to come home quickly.
"Guys, my wife needs me at home now. Can you text notes for me? I'll try to make our study session." Santana says packing her lunch back up.
"No problem," Dan says.
"Text us if you need anything." Chloe says.
"Thanks guys," Santana says before rushing out.
She pays an Uber driver twenty extra to speed. Once she reaches the apartment complex, she races up to their apartment and flings the door open.
"Britt baby!" Santana shouts as soon as she's in the door. "What is wrong?"
"San," Brittany wails from the kitchen.
"What?" Santana shouts running in.
She thinks that something horrible must have happened to her wife to be home so early. Normally neither comes back for lunch so she's surprised.
"Lord Tubbington is sick." Brittany sniffles.
"What?!" Santana says in disbelief almost laughing.
"He's been acting weird for the last few days so I decided to come home during lunch to check on him." Brittany starts holding up a full bowl of cat food.
"And you're giving him lunch now too." Santana says thinking she ran over here for nothing.
"This is his breakfast." Brittany says starting to cry harder. "He's sick."
"He never skips a meal." Santana says now slightly worried looking down at the large cat lounging in her wife's lap. "Do you want to take him to the vet?"
"Yes," Brittany says sniffling.
"Okay, I'll get his carrier." Santana says getting up.
She can't believe that she's missing class to take this fat cat to the vet. Though she has to admit that him not eating his breakfast is weird. Normally the cat eats everything and then begs off of them.
"It's okay Lord Tubbington we'll get you help so you can get better." Brittany whispers to her cat.
Lord Tubbington has been her cat since she was six. He was her first best friend and protector.
"Hold him tight." Santana says before entering with the carrier.
As soon as he sees the carrier, he tries to run, but Brittany has him in a vice grip and is not letting go.
"Nope Lord Tubbington, we are taking you to the vet." Brittany tells the cat.
"I called the vet and they'll squeeze us in." Santana says wrapping her arm around her wife.
"Thanks San," Brittany says holding carrier tightly in her arms. "I know you'd rather be anywhere else."
"I'm here to support you." Santana truthfully says. "Plus if he's really not eating then something is seriously wrong."
Brittany holds onto Santana's hand tightly the whole ride to the vet. Santana is honestly surprised that the Uber driver didn't kick them out as Lord Tubbington is making a racket. He's meowing, howling and making all sorts of other noises.
"He's going to be okay right?" Brittany softly asks.
"Yes," Santana confidently says.
She knows that she's not going to get lucky enough that the damn cat will die. No, he's going to live forever just to mess with her.
"Are you sure?" Brittany asks when they pull up.
"Yes, he's too stubborn to leave you. He still wants to torture me." Santana tells her, helping her out of the car.
After checking in, Santana leads them over to a bench to wait. Since they were squeezed in it takes much longer normal for them to finally get call back. That whole time Lord Tubbington is yowling.
"Hello Lopez-Pierce, what brings you in today?" the vet says coming in.
"Lord Tubbington has been acting weird the last few days, not wanting to play with his favorite toy, or messing with Santana which is his favorite thing to do. And then this morning he didn't eat his food." Brittany informs the vet.
"Well, that's very detailed." the vet says putting gloves on.
"Listen buddy, we need to know what is wrong so we can fix it and the fat lard can go back to normal." Santana says taking the cat out of the carrier and getting scratched for her effort.
"San," Brittany says slapping her arm.
Santana knows the look that Brittany is giving her all too well. She grumbles an apology.
"The physical exam seems to be perfectly fine. We'll draw blood and see if there's anything there." the vet tells them picking up Lord Tubbington.
"Be careful-" Santana tries to warn, but it's too late.
Lord Tubbington bites his hand and is dropped.
"Grab him," Brittany shouts as he bolts for the door which is ajar.
Santana manages to catch his tail and hold on long enough for Brittany to grab him. The vet takes him back to draw blood and give a couple shots that are due soon.
"Everything will be okay." Santana says wrapping the blonde up in a tight hug.
"But…" Brittany trails off.
A few minutes later the vet comes back in with Lord Tubbington who is trying to scratch the man.
"Ladies," he says handing the cat back. "Our rapid blood test showed that he has diabetes."
"What?" Santana says staring at the man.
She must have heard wrong. There is no way that this fat lard of a cat his diabetes.
"He'll need insulin shots every day and after the first he should be back to his old self." the vet tells him.
"Did we do something wrong?" Brittany asks worried that she caused this.
"No, he's probably had this for a while." the vet reassures them.
Santana takes a deep breath to calm herself down. "What do we need to do?" she asks.
Brittany takes notes on everything that the vet says. Santana pays as Brittany coos at Lord Tubbington, telling him he was a good boy.
"This cat is costing us a fortune." Santana grumbles.
"But he's well worth it." Brittany coos at him.
They end up dropping Lord Tubbington off before heading back out to get his insulin prescription filled and a new diet cat food that the vet suggested.
"While we're out, we might as well buy some actual food for us." Santana says.
"What if we buy some cheese for Lord Tubbington too? You know he loves it." Brittany hopefully asks.
"You know he can't eat cheese anymore." Santana reminds her.
"But,"
"No Britt," Santana says cutting her off.
"Fine," Brittany sighs.
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Brittany shoos Santana off to her study group while she paupers Lord Tubbington.
"I'm glad you could make it." Dan says. "What was wrong?"
"Dan," Chloe says hitting him in the shoulder. "Maybe something is still wrong, but she wanted to come anyway."
"It was the damn cat." Santana huffs as she sits down.
"What?" Chloe says looking up.
"I know right, she texted 911 for her damn cat." Santana says throwing her hands in the air.
"Isn't he your cat too?" Dan asks.
"What was wrong?" Chloe asks thinking that there is more to the story.
"He was sick and when we took him to the vet, we found out he has diabetes." Santana says shaking her head.
"Wow,"
"I know right,"
It takes a little while for them to catch up before they get to actually studying. By the time they decide to call it quits, they're all burned out on law.
"Can we survive another three years of this plus four years of law school?" Dan asks overwhelming from all the studying.
"I hope so," Santana says.
"We can do it all we need is a day off. Meet up Sunday morning to go over the reading for Monday." Chloe suggests.
"I have to run it by Britt first, but it shouldn't be a problem." Santana says as they head out of the library.
"Okay see you all on Sunday." Dan says as they each head their own way.
Santana texts Brittany asking her what she wants to eat. Brittany tells her Thai so she heads to their favorite little Thai restaurant.
"Hello Santana," the owner says when she walks in.
If it isn't obvious they eat here a lot.
"Hey Ken," Santana says back.
"Usual?" Ken asks.
"Yep," Santana says taking a seat as she waits. "How is the family?" she asks making small talk.
"Good, wishing I was home more." Ken says. "Late night studying?" she asks.
"Yes and Britt wanted Thai, so here I am." Santana says.
Santana is about to say something when someone else comes in and Santana turns.
"Santana?"
"Dani?"