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It has been 28 days, 18 hours, and 37 minutes since Santana watched Brett walk away and disappear inside the airport. It took 7 days for him to call her for the first time. I guess getting to wherever he was was taking a lot of time. What is killing Santana is that he can't even tell her where he is. All she knows is that he is in the middle east at a neutral base. Brett promised he was safe and nowhere near enemy territory, that is the only thing keeping her together. With everything going on she has no idea how she is handling it all.
Once they arrived home from the airport that day they dropped him off, Santana spent all day in her bedroom. She didn't want people seeing her cry especially since she lost it at the airport. Once she came out of her bedroom, Quinn was sitting out in the living room. Everyone had gone home just leaving them home alone. Santana could tell that Quinn had been crying too but neither addressed it. That was when she found out that Sebastian had been arrested. Quinn told her everything about what happened the day before. At first, she was pissed. Santana pressured Quinn, wondering why she didn't tell her earlier. Quinn revealed that Brett had told her not to. He didn't want to add more stress to her than she was already under.
Santana was actually glad that they didn't tell her. It would have been on her mind the entire night and completely ruined her last night with Brett. Since then, she found out that Carlos Lopez did in fact get Sebastian out of jail. He even made sure that Sebastian could still work at the hospital with no repercussions. Santana has been dodging her parents' calls ever since. She just couldn't get past that her father didn't believe Quinn when she told him that Sebastian assaulted Santana.
Santana didn't need to be dealing with that too. She is already dealing with Brett leaving and the trial, adding this to her list would just be too much. Santana has thrown herself into her work. By doing this she is able to keep her mind from consuming her with the thought of Brett's whereabouts and safety.
"What are you doing awake?" Quinn asked when Santana came out from her bedroom. "What do you mean? I am going to work" she said as if it was obvious. Santana started packing up her purse. "I thought you decided last night that you were going to take the day off since you have been so sick" Quinn expressed. Santana took a breath and tried to settle her stomach before speaking. "You said you wanted me to take the day off, I said that I would think about it and decided this morning I felt fine," San said with a bit of an attitude in her voice. "San, you are literally working yourself to death, your body is telling you to slow down," Quinn said.
"I am working the same amount I always do" San fought back. Quinn scoffed, "Keep telling yourself that but we both know it isn't true. Ever since Brett left you have been going to work at the crack of dawn and coming back at almost midnight. The only reason I was able to catch you yesterday was because I stayed up purposely to talk to you. I can hear you cough, sneezing, and vomiting" Quinn explained. "This isn't about Brett, I am trying to prepare for trial. You know how stressful that is" Santana said. "I do know but I also know that you are not going to do your best in court if you are sick. The only way to get rid of this is to rest, ``she said. "I will rest when this guy is in jail." Santana spat back walking to the door.
"You know Brett isn't going to like you doing this to yourself," Quinn said, making Santana stop. "You are doing this because he is gone and you don't want to think about it. I am your best friend, I know you. He does not want you working to death San" Quinn explained, hoping to get through to her by bringing up her boyfriend. Santana took a deep breath, trying to settle herself so she did not scream at Quinn. San turned out and held up her finger, "Do not make this about Brett. I am fine so stay out of it" she said, sternly before turning back around and slamming the front door. Quinn groaned, she differently made it worse.
"What am I going to do Puck?" Quinn asked, sitting on her couch with Puck reclining in a chair. They decided to just order in and chill at her apartment, then meet the rest of the group for drinks. "I don't get the big deal? She is working hard. That has always been Santana. When she has a case that hits her hard she goes for it head-on" Puck explained. "But she is making herself sick because of it" Quinn reminded him. "This guy murdered veterans, the same people that are basically Brett's brothers. I definitely think it is about him but more likely she wants to put this monster away to honor Brett" Puck prepositioned.
"I am not saying she can't do that but everything is different now" Quinn expressed. "What do you mean?" Puck asked. "I literally never see her. She comes home after I go to bed and leaves before I get up. Even on the weekend, she is out the door before I can even suggest we have a trashy real housewives marathon, which I know she use to love. It's like Brett left and took the Santana I know with him" Quinn explained. Puck could hear the sadness in her voice. He wanted to stand up for Santana and chalk it up to her being stressed but Quinn is right. Santana has been extremely distant lately. Ever since Brett left, she hasn't hung out with anyone. Even Mercedes has expressed that she is worried about her.
"When was the last time you talked to Brett?" Puck asked. Quinn hunched her shoulders, "I don't know a few days ago?" she said. "So you are supposed to talk to him again soon?" he asked. Quinn nodded. "Then tell Brett that you are worried about her. Maybe he knows something you don't. He might be able to talk to her and convince her to take it easy" Puck said. "I think that is a good idea, you are so smart sometimes" Quinn laughed.
They cuddled up on the couch engrossed in a movie until Quinn's phone started ringing. She quickly grabbed it and saw that it was a long-distance number. She answered it quickly knowing exactly who it was. Quinn placed it on speaker, "Hey B, it's Puck and me" she said
Brett- "Hey guys!"
Quinn- "What's up?"
Brett- "Just got up, we are moving out to get into position in a few hours"
Puck- "Get into position for what"
Brett- "We are executing a plan that we have been working on for the last few weeks"
Quinn- "Can you tell us anything?"
Brett- "You know I can't, but I wanted to let you know that I will be unreachable for a few weeks"
Puck- "A few weeks? Everyone in your platoon just doesn't talk to their loved ones for that long?"
Brett- "yep, that is what happens. We will not let anything jeopardize this mission. If someone tries to call their loved ones then the enemy can tap in and locate us. That can make this mission life or death"
Puck- "isn't it already life or death" (Quinn hits Puck)
Brett- (Laughs) "I guess it is"
Quinn- "When do you think we can talk again?"
Brett- "if everything goes to plan, I would say 3, 4 weeks max"
Quinn- "I thought you were going to say a few days, why so long?"
Brett- "We need to move locations. Then recon for a little while to make sure the plan makes sense. Tweak it if we have too. Then execute it and make it back to base. It is a pretty long process. If we try to complete it too quickly then that makes it easier to make a mistake. I would rather be gone longer to ensure my men get home."
Puck- "that makes sense"
Quinn- "To also make sure you get home too"
Brett- "Yes me also"
Quinn- "Have you talked to San?"
Brett- "I tried calling her but she didn't answer. I was hoping you could let her know I am trying to call her."
Puck- "San isn't home"
Brett- "Where is she?"
Quinn- "if I had to guess then I would say at work but she isn't answering me either"
Brett- "what is going on? I can tell by your voice that there is something else"
Puck- "Just ask him, it will make you feel better"
Quinn- "Something is going on with Santana and I was hoping you could talk to her"
Brett- (Worried) "what is going on with Tana?"
Quinn- "She is basically working herself to the brink. San is so sick right now. She works from the crack of dawn to well past dusk. I think it is because she doesn't want to think about what is going on with you. She won't talk to anyone, me, Puck, Cedes; no one."
Brett- "Every time I call her she is working"
Quinn- "Exactly, I can hear her at all hours of the night. I don't think she is sleeping either. A few nights I even caught her not coming home and she told me that she was sleeping at the office. She is not okay Brett."
Brett- (groans) "I wish I could just come home."
Puck- "Listen, we don't want to make you more stressed than you are. San is okay but we are just worried about her. I guess we were just hoping that next time you talk to her then maybe you could tell her to slow down and just rest a little, you know what I mean?"
Brett- "Yeah I know, I'll try to get it out of her. Can you tell her that I am trying to call her?"
Quinn- "Yeah, I'll let her know. Hopefully, she comes home soon because we are meeting people for drinks tonight"
Brett- "Is Santana going?
Puck- "I doubt she even knows we are going, she doesn't answer anyone; remember"
Brett- "I'll try to talk to her tonight. Can you just try to tell her that I am trying to get a hold of her? I am worried that she isn't going to call me back then I am going to leave and not be able to talk to her since I will be on the mission"
Quinn- "I will make sure she calls you"
Brett- "Thanks, guys. I'll talk to you in a few weeks. Love you guys''
Quinn- "Love you B"
Puck- "Bye man, see you soon" (Hangs up)
Quinn and Puck started getting ready to go out. They both tried calling Santana multiple times but it just went to voicemail each time. They decided to wait until 10 pm before leaving. Luckily as they were turning everything off, they heard a ket slide into the lock of the front door. Santana walked in and shut the door. She said nothing as she walked to the dining table and placed some case files on her purse down on it. Puck couldn't help but notice that Santana looked much skinnier and paler. It didn't look like her at all. "Hey, we are going to meet everyone for drinks. Do you want to come?" Puck asked. Santana looked up at him. Her eyes looked dead. "No thanks, I need to get up early" she quickly said. "Before you go to bed, call Brett," Quinn said.
Santana quickly turned to her, "why is something wrong?" she asked. Quinn shook her head, "no we were just talking to him a little bit ago and he mentioned that he was trying to get ahold of you" She explained. "We tried calling you but your phone went straight to voicemail," Puck added. Santana nodded slowly, "yeah it died a while ago. I'll call him now," she said walking past the couple. "I don't think I'll be home tonight," Quinn said. Santana didn't even stop walking down the hallway, "Okay bye" was all she mumbled before Santana walked into her room and shut the door. Puck reached out and wrapped his arm around her shoulder. Quinn couldn't help but turn into him, embrace and sniffle her nose. "Everything will get better" He whispered. "I just want my best friend back. She doesn't realize that I am struggling too and I need her" Quinn explained. "Brett will get through to her. Everything will work out if not I'll talk to her'' Puck said and kissed Quinn's head. "Thank you" she replied, kissing his lips softly. As they left the apartment, Quinn made sure to lock up since Santana was probably going to just stay in her room all night.
Santana immediately plugged her phone in. The screen lit up with an apple but didn't come on. She knew it was so dead that it would be a while until the phone was charged enough to even turn fully on. San grabbed her laptop and turned on skype. This was how she and Brett started video chatting. She saw that his username signaled to her that he was on so she quickly called him. After a few rings, her strong sexy soldier showed up on the screen. It was a little blurry which isn't that shocking since he was so far away but Santana could see those blue eyes clearly. For the first time in days, Santana smiled. "There's my beautiful girl," he said.
Santana- "Hi baby, sorry my phone died at work and I didn't even notice."
Brett- "You better not be working too hard" (Raising his eyebrows at her)
Santana- "Prepping for this case has just been so tedious. I have to think of absolutely everything the defense might say to make excuses for this asshole. They are trying to say that he was insane. I am not letting him spend the rest of life in a psychiatric hospital, he deserves to rot in prison"
Brett- "So I am going to take that as you are working too hard" (Laughing)
Santana- (She looked at him through the camera. Santana could read her boyfriend so well) "Quinn said that didn't she?"
Brett- (sighed) "She is worried about you"
Santana- "I am working hard, that is it. She has her moments where work consumes her and I don't run to Puck"
Brett- "She didn't run to me, I called her."
Santana- "What did she say about me?" (Sassy)
Brett- "that you were sick and working yourself to death."
Santana- "I have the flu because it is flu season. I have been working at my office because it is quiet and I can send Sugar on tasks. I am trying to stay away from people because I don't want to get anyone sick."
Brett- "How long has this been going on?"
Santana- (thinking) "maybe a week?"
Brett- "You should go to the doctors, maybe they can give you something to strengthen your immune system. I bet your immune system sucks right now because of the stress you are under and how hard you are working"
Santana- (Groaned knowing that he was right) "I'll make an appointment in the morning, happy?"
Brett- (Smiled looking at grumpy Santana) "Yes baby that makes me happy. I want to make sure you're okay"
Santana- "I am not going to be okay until you are home"
Brett- "I will be home soon, maybe sooner than expected"
Santana- (Sits up on her bed to get a better look at her boyfriend) "What do you mean?"
Brett- "We have a lead on where they are so we devised a plan that we are going to put into action tomorrow"
Santana- "What plan B"
Brett- "I can't tell you the details but I feel good about this. If everything goes well I could be home in maybe 2 months.
Santana- (Smiling) "So you actually believe that you can catch these guys that quickly?"
Brett- "I am hoping so but anything can happen, you know that"
Santana- "When are you starting on this plan?"
Brett- "We are leaving soon and I will be unreachable for a few weeks"
Santana- "What the hell does that mean?"
Brett- "Since we won't be on neutral territory No one is allowed to call anyone"
Santana- "So I can't talk to you? For how long?"
Brett- "Probably 3 weeks"
Santana- (feeling the tears coming up) "How am I supposed to know if you are okay?"
Brett- "Tana baby, look at me. I will be okay because I constantly have you with me" (Showing her the helmet with the pictures.)
Santana- "And I have you" (Pulls the chains out from her shirt)
Brett- (Smiles) "You are still wearing them!"
Santana- "Of course I am. I always have them on me. Either around my neck or in my purse"
Brett- "Anytime you feel like you want to talk to me just hold on to my chains. I am constantly thinking of you and I will be home as soon as I can but you know how unconventional my job is."
Santana- (Groans) "Don't remind me. That is what I literally hate about your job"
Brett- "Trust me, me too baby. So how are you doing other than that?"
Santana- (Shrugs her shoulders) "I guess I am as fine as I could be. Just everything going on has really gotten to me. Did you know that Sebastian is out of jail?"
Brett- I am not shocked, your dad did say he was going to do everything to get him out. Has he reached out to you?"
Santana- "My dad has tried but I just keep ignoring him, I can't handle dealing with him too"
Brett- "No I mean Sebastian. Because if he is still bothering you I know a couple military guys still in the city that I think will scare the crap out of him"
Santana- (Laughing) "No I haven't seen him, I promise. But I will keep you updated"
Brett- "As for the stress, What can I do to help you?"
Santana- (scoffs) "Come home"
Brett- (gives her a sad smile, until he got an idea. Brett got up and walked over to the door)
Santana- "Where are you going?"
Brett- (Comes back into the screen) "I was just closing the door. Do me a favor and put your laptop between your legs. Then lean your back against your headboard"
Santana- "Why?"
Brett- "Tana, baby. Just do it please"
Santana- (Gives him a weird look before following his command. The computer screen gives Brett a front-row seat as if he was going to eat her out) "Okay now what"
Brett- "Take off your pants"
Santana- (eyes widen) "Are you alone?"
Brett- "Of course I am, I wouldn't ask if I had someone here with me. I want to make you feel good, so... take... off…. your….pants babe"
Santana- (She slowly peeled her pants off and then her underwear. She made sure to keep her legs open so Brett could see her) "How's this?"
Brett- "I have to say this is the best view I have ever seen. But I am missing something" (Cheeky Grin)
Santana- "You want to see my boobs don't you?"
Brett- "Please"
Santana- (Loves hearing him beg for it. Santana peeled off her blouse and tossed her bra to the floor. Now she was completely naked in front of him, with just his dog tags on. It reminds her of their time at his office on the desk) "I miss the way you touch them"
Brett- "Show me how I usually touch them. Pretend it is me"
Santana- (Slowly moved her hands up to her breasts. She hasn't done anything like this since Brett left. Santana took her full breasts in the palm of her hands, squeezing them. She switched to pinching and rubbing her nipples) Your hands are so much bigger than mine. I love the way my boobs fit so well in your hands. (She brought her fingers up to her mouth and licked them. Then immediately went back to her nipples. The moisture reminded her of Brett's tongue) "The way your tongue wrapped around my nipples.
Brett- "Don't forget my lips baby. I love sucking on them until they are stiff. Then planting my teeth down to bite them"
Santana- (Closed her eyes imagining Brett biting and licking her nipples. She moaned loudly, being turned on for the first time since Brett left)
Brett- (Smiled watching his girlfriend start to relax) Now I want you to take out your vibrator"
Santana- (She stilled her hands and her eyes opened wide. Santana stared at Brett shocked by the words coming out of his mouth)
Brett- (He smiled wide) "Don't look so shocked. I know Mercedes got you a vibrator to have while I am away. Have you used it yet?"
Santana- (Shook her head no)
Brett- "I didn't think so. Take it out, Santana"
Santana- (She gulped as she reached over and grabbed the camo dildo/vibrator. She shook it in front of Brett so he could see it)
Brett- "I love the camo. Now baby I want you to put it on your clit, starting it on the lowest setting.
Santana- (She looked around as if to make sure no one was watching her even though she was the only one home. Santana turned it on and slowly placed it on her needy nerve. This made her relax into the bed) "Brettt"
Brett- "That's it, baby, relax and focus on the pleasure. Make yourself all wet for me"
Santana- (Hearing Brett's voice made this 10x more pleasurable.) "B keep talking to me"
Brett- "I can see your vagina getting more and more wet baby. Turn up the vibration one more level."
Santana- (Flips the switch to level 2. The increased vibration made her jump before settling back down into the bed) "God B, Continúa, por favor"
Brett- (He loved the way she begged for him to keep going even when they are so far away) "I can see that you are more than ready for me. Slide that big dildo into you. Focus on the sound of my voice and the feeling of my dick inside you."
Santana- (She slide the toy down her slit until she got to her entrance)
Brett- (His eyes never leaving her glorious body) "You're there baby, I am sliding into you"
Santana- (Right when he said that, she slid the toy into her tight snatch) "Yeassssss Brett"
Brett- "There it is babe. Thrust it in and out just like I would. Don't forget to rube that beautiful clit, I never forget about your clit baby."
Santana- "You never forget it" (As one of her hands worked the toy in and out. Her other hand found her clit. The pads of her fingertips made small tight circles. The same pattern that Brett always did with his fingers or tongue. Santana always remembered the ways he touched her)
Brett- "That is it, Tana. Exactly how I would touch you. You are soaking wet, do you know that? Does my voice do that to you or is it the toy?"
Santana- "You, it's always you Brett" (Moaning loudly)
Brett- (He watched her fall apart on the toy, wishing it was his package that was doing it) "You're close aren't you baby?"
Santana- (Biting her lip and nodding her head enthusiastically) "How do you know?"
Brett- "Easy. The look on your face. You are trying so hard not to cum at least not yet. Your muscles are tense and your toes are pointed. Santana, listen carefully, I want you to do exactly what I say or I will stop."
Santana- "Okay, I'll do anything" (Still working the toy and her fingers)
Brett- "I want you to take the toy out and replace it with your fingers. Place the toy on the highest level and press it against your clit. You are going to cum, all over those gorgeous fingers screaming my name."
Santana- (She followed his commands listening intently to the sound of his voice. Santana pulled the toy out letting Brett peek at her stretched hole. God, he wished that he was the cause of that. Santana turned the toy up and placed it on her clit. Her fingers disappeared inside her) "Brettttt" (Moaning loudly)
Brett- (Smiling, watching his girlfriend) "That's it, baby. I want you to cum, cum to my voice. I am right there with you Tana."
Santana- (Everything tightened once she placed the toy on her clit. So it wasn't a shocker that when Brett told her to cum and that he was with her, it threw Santana over the cliff. She yelled out as the pleasure erupted from her) "Bretttttttttttt, damn it"
Brett- (Admiring her, he always thought she was so beautiful when she came)
Santana- (She was so sensitive that when she was sure her orgasm was fully over, San pulled the toy away from her. She pulled her fingers from her core and laid there motionless as she tried to catch her breath)
Brett- "You are beautiful"
Santana- (Once Santana was sure that her breathing was under control she finally looked at the screen where her boyfriend was smirking. San grabbed the laptop and placed it on her side, while she cuddled up with a pillow still looking at him.)
Brett- "How was that?"
Santana- "I really needed that"
Brett- "I know you did. I always know how to make you relax"
Santana- "Thank you baby"
Brett- "Don't thank me, it was my pleasure"
Santana- "Did you, you know?" (Looking embarrassed)
Brett- (He loved when she blushed) "No I didn't this was about you"
Santana- "Have you since you left?"
Brett- "If you are asking if I have jacked off since I left, then yes. And before you ask it was to you, you are the only one that gets me that excited."
Santana- "I miss you"
Brett- "I miss you too baby" (Comotion happening on Brett's side of the connection. He looked out of view before looking back at her.) "I need to go, Tana.
Santana- "Can we talk tomorrow, before you go?" (Santana looked sad. She knew that she wouldn't be able to talk to him for a while and she wasn't ready for that, not yet)
Brett- (There was no way Brett was going to deny her that) "Absolutely, I'll call you tomorrow. I love you"
Santana- "I love you too" (She leaned forward and kissed the screen) "Goodnight, I'll talk to you later"
Brett- (Kisses back) "Goodnight Beautiful" (He gave her one final goodbye before hanging up the call)
The darkness overtook the screen as Brett vanished. She couldn't help but wonder what he was doing. Why did he have to leave so abruptly? Was he okay? All the questions flooded her brain. A part of her was definitely more relaxed mostly due to what just happened. But another part of her was more on edge. These next 2 weeks were going to be rough. Knowing that Brett was out there hunting the men that almost killed him once, was going to be constantly on her mind. But it was a necessity, if she wanted him to come home then Brett needed to do this and she needed to trust him. If anyone could successfully pull off this mission, it was Brett. There was no doubt in her mind about that.
Santana closed the laptop and placed it on her desk. Grabbing a few tissues from the box she cleaned herself up. Usually, in times like these, she would just sleep naked because who cares. But right now she needed to be with Brett. Santana grabbed some clean panties and pulled them on. She walked over to one of the drawers in her dresser and pulled it open. It was Brett's drawer. She gave him one to keep some stuff in when he stayed over, that way he would always have a spare change of clothes. This also meant that while he was gone, Santana had unlimited t-shirts and sweatshirts that smelled like her boyfriend. She grabbed one of the crewnecks and pulled it on. God, she loved this smell. Santana turned on Brett's lights and crawled into bed. Normally she would just grab some case files and work till she passed out but not tonight. Santana fell asleep soundly thinking of Brett, encased in his scent that it almost felt like he was there.
When Santana woke up she looked over at her clock and saw that it was 11 am. That was the longest she has slept in since Brett left. She was still feeling like shit so she gave her doctor a call. Her general care doctor has been a family friend for years so she was able to get Santana in right away. Santana quickly got dressed in some tight jeans and a sweater. Since it was Saturday, no one would be at the office so she didn't need to dress business casual.
Santana walked out into the living room and was surprised to see Quinn awake and on the couch. Normally when she went home with Puck after a night out she was there all day. "Hey," San said, collecting all the files that she had brought home the previous days. "Hey, I am surprised you're still here. You've been going to work so early lately" Quinn expressed. "I really needed sleep I guess, my immune system is really kicking my ass," San said with a little laugh. For the first time in weeks, Quinn saw her best friend shine through just from that little laugh. "Yeah, that's what happens when you are under constant stress. Did you get to talk to Brett last night?" she asked.
Santana turned toward Quinn and smiled. "Yeah it was really nice, we got to video chat for a while. Thanks for letting me know he was trying to call." San said. "No problem! I wanted you to be able to talk to him, especially since he will be out of reach for a while" Quinn said. Santana nodded slowly, "yeah he told me. It sucks but at least he is closer to coming home. I just want him home, then I can finally breathe again" Santana admitted. Before Quinn could say anything back, Santana continued to talk.
"I am sorry for pushing you away. I know that you are struggling too, Brett is your brother. I just….. Don't know how to process all of this." Santana explained. Quinn got up from the couch and walked over to her best friend. "Brett wouldn't want you to do this," she said. San nodded, "I know he told me that. So I am going to the doctor and I was thinking maybe we could hang out tomorrow. Drink wine and catch up on our shows that I missed while I was sulking unless you watched them without you?" San asked with a small smile. "Of course I didn't watch them without you and I wouldn't want to spend my Sunday any other way," Quinn said with a larger-than-life smile. Before Santana could say or do anything, Quinn pulled her into a hug. The two don't hug a lot but when they do it usually means something.
"I love you Sanny" Quinn mumbled in her ear. Santana just laughed and hugged her tighter back. "Okay enough of this sappy moment, I don't feel like crying," San said as she pulled away. Quinn wiped away the tears. Santana pointed her finger at her, "Stop it Fabray" She demanded. Quinn tried to smile but that just made the tears fall quicker. The tears started to well up in Santana's eyes. "Now you've done it" Santana mumbled wiping her tears. "I am so happy you are back," Quinn said. "What are you talking about, I've always been here," She said. Quinn shook her head, "No you haven't. But that doesn't matter now. I have my best friend back" Quinn said. Santana laughed and shook her head, "I need to get to my appointment, let's do sushi tonight" She said, grabbing her bag. "I'll see you later, text me what the doctor says" Quinn yells as Santana walks out the door.
Santana walked into the hospital. Every time she goes there she can't help but feel watched. It's the same hospital that her father has worked at and her ex-boyfriend, everyone knows her. Her primary care office is also there and if she didn't love her doctor then Santana probably would have switched. Santana managed to get past the front entrance and into the outpatient offices without running into any surgeons or hospital officials. Once her name was called Santana made her way back and changed into a gown, hopping up on the exam table to wait for the doctor.
"Santana dear, how are you?" Doctor Garcia said, stepping into the room. "I've been better which explains why I am here," Santana said with a little laugh. "What seems to be the problem here?" the doctor asked, taking a seat at the computer in the room. "I think I have some strain of the flu. I have this cough and stuffy nose that I can't quite get rid of. A few weeks ago I was vomiting and had a fever. I stopped throwing up but the feeling of needing to comes and goes" Santana explained. Dr. Garcia kept writing out notes on her computer. "I got the flu shot but I still go sick'' San added. "The flu shot doesn't prevent you from getting the flu. It just lessens the symptoms so you are less likely to need a hospital. Why don't I draw some labs and we can test you for the flu and mono, things like that?" Dr. Garcia asked. Santana agreed, Once the doctor finished collecting the tubes she turned back. "Do you have time to wait for the results, it will only take 30 minutes?" Dr. Garcia asked. Santana nodded, "Could you do me a favor and not tell my father I am here?" Santana asked. She could tell that the doctor wanted to know more but she didn't press her, "Absolutely, I'll be back soon" she said.
Once the doctor left her alone in the exam room, Santana took out her phone and called Brett. She really hoped her would answer and smiled when he did.
Brett- "Hello beautiful"
Santana- "You don't even know what I look like right now"
Brett- "Doesn't matter, you are always beautiful"
Santana- "You Mr. Pierce always seem to make me blush"
Brett- "Then I am doing my job. How did you sleep last night?"
Santana- "Probably the best I've slept since you left."
Brett- "Good, you needed it. Are you on your way to work?"
Santana- "Yeah, but I took a pit stop at the doctor's. Now I am just waiting for my test results"
Brett- "You took my advice. Maybe Quinn should have reached out to me sooner"
Santana- "Yeah yeah yeah, I also apologized to her."
Brett- "Since I've met you, I think you have apologized for more than the entire time we didn't know each other" (laughing)
Santana- "You make me a better person, is that what you want to hear?" (sass)
Brett- "That is exactly what I want to hear. What does the doctor think you have?"
Santana- (Rolls her eyes) "She is testing me for the flu and mono. I am really hoping it is just some virus because I can't afford to be out of work for too long"
Brett- "Maybe a break will be good for you"
Santana- "You are starting to sound like Quinn"
Brett- "Well she is my sister. But it's true, you deserve a break"
Santana- "I will take a break when I put this guy behind bars"
Brett- "There is no convincing you otherwise, is there?"
Santana- "Nope, not unless you show up naked and let me have my way with you"
Brett- (Whispering) "Really? I am with some of my guys" (laughing)
Santana- "Brett! You have me on speaker?"
Brett- "No, but you are going to give me a hard-on if you keep talking like that" (Whispering so everyone doesn't hear him)
Santana- (Picturing the scene in her mind) "Fine, but you between my legs, sticking your tongue…."
Brett- "Santana"
Santana- (Laughing) "Fine, I'll stop for real this time"
Brett- "Hey babe, I need to go"
Santana- "You need to go jack off to the pictures of me spread out on your desk?" (biting her lip)
Brett- (Goans) "You are killing me. I need to go because we are preparing to leave"
Santana- (Sad laugh) "So does this mean I won't talk to you for a while?"
Brett- "Yes"
Santana- "Promise me that you will call me as soon as you can."
Brett- "I promise Tana. Tell Quinn and Puck I'll talk to them soon"
Santana- (Whispers) "okay"
Brett- "No goodbyes remember. I love you, I'll see you later"
Santana- "I love you too, I'll talk to you soon" (She keeps the phone on the line. Santana could hear Brett in the background. He hadn't hung up the phone)
Brett- (Takes a deep breath) "Okay guys, let's do this so we can go the fuck home" (then the line went dead)
Santana placed her phone back into her purse, three weeks, she can go three weeks. Santana was glad that the doctor walked in when she did. It meant she didn't need to sit there stirring in her emotions. "Good news! It is not the flu or mono" Dr. Garcia said with a smile. Santana breathed a sigh of relief. "So what the hell is wrong with me?" she asked. "I think you just have a really bad cold. I believe that you are not drinking or eating enough plus the stress you are under and your body changing to support a pregnancy basically made this a super virus." Dr. Garcia explained.
Santana's mouth dropped. "Wha…..what did you say?" she asked, not believing the word that came out of her doctor's mouth. "You have a super virus, which means that you need lots of hydration to flush this out of your system and rest. There are no medications that I can prescribe to you to kill a virus" Dr. Garcia added. Santana did not listen to one word out of her mouth because she didn't care, she was only focused on one thing. "No you said pregnancy," Santana said.
Dr. Garcia could see the shock in Santana's eyes. She slowly placed the file on the counter and took a seat on the stool. Dr. Garcia wheeled the chair in front of Santana, the young girl who has been a patient with her since she was born even though she was not a pediatrician. "Santana, did you know you were pregnant?" Dr. Garcia asked. The tears started to well up in her eyes for the second time today as she shook her head no. "I can't be, I…. take…. birth control," San said. "Other than the birth control are you practicing safe sex?" Dr. Garcia asked. Santana opened her mouth then closed it again. The doctor was able to answer her own question just by Santana's expression. "Birth control isn't 100% effective," the doctor said.
"My boyfriend is deployed, I am not pregnant," Santana said again. "Your hCG levels are 40,000. Tests do not lie, Santana, you are pregnant." She said. Santana said nothing and just stared at the doctor, she didn't know what to say. "Did you have sex with someone else?" Dr. Garcia asked. That was when Santana saw black, "I did not cheat on Brett, do not even insinuate that" San spat. The doctor placed her hands up, "I am sorry Santana, I didn't mean to upset you. I am just trying to get to the bottom of this. Help you process it" Dr. Garcia said slowly, placing her hands back down on her lap.
Santana toned down her anger, "I am sorry" she whispered. "You don't have to apologize. This is a lot to process and I should not have made that accusation." The doctor said, Silence filled the exam room. Santana had no idea what to say, the only thing she was focused on was the words 'you're pregnant' echoing inside her brain.
"Santana," Dr. Garcia said. Santana looked up at her. "I know me saying your blood levels are one thing but let me do an ultrasound. I can get a better picture of everything and I think seeing it will allow you to take it all in better. Is that okay?" Dr. Garcia asked. Santana thought about it. She was right, the levels in her blood mean nothing since she doesn't understand them. But an ultrasound may just prove the doctor wrong….right? Santana nodded.
Dr. Garcia left the room and came back with a portable ultrasound machine. Santana laid down. Dr. Garcia positioned herself next to the exam table. "I am going to lift up the hospital gown, is that okay?" She asked. Santana nodded. Dr. Garcia lifted the gown up and covered her lower half with a sheet so she wasn't as exposed. Dr. Garcia noticed just how thin Santana looked, even more than normal.
"This is going to be cold" the doctor warned before squirting some of the gel on her stomach. Dr. Garcia placed the wand on her lower abdomen and started moving it around. Santana didn't look at the screen, she just stared at the ceiling. She was waiting to hear the doctor say it was a mistake or something like that but it never came.
"Santana, look at the screen," Dr. Garcia said, it sounded like a whisper. After a second or a minute, she wasn't really sure; Santana finally got the courage to peel her eyes from the ceiling. She looked toward the screen but didn't know what she was looking at. "See that black space?" she asked. Santana nodded, "that is your uterus," the doctor said. "Now that little circle in there is the embryo. That is your baby Santana" Dr. Garcia said with a smile. Santana stared at the picture, trying to decipher any resemblance to a baby but she couldn't find one. "Why don't I hear a heartbeat?" Santana asked.
Dr. Garcia pulled the probe off and started to wipe the gel. "It is too early. I could probably get a heartbeat with a transvaginal ultrasound but that is very invasive. Based on the measurements and your hCG levels I would say you are about 6 weeks" The doctor explained. Santana was shocked, how could she be so far along and not know. "I didn't know," she said quietly. "That is completely normal, there are only subtle changes this early. Does this timeline match up with a time that you can think of?" Dr. Garcia asked. Santana sat up fixing her hospital gown, she thought back. What happened about six weeks ago. That was when it hit her. Her birthday... When she and Brett spent the entire night in the hotel room together.
Dr. Garcia handed her a little photo. She looked down at it, her finger ghosting over it. Santana quickly put it in her bag, she couldn't look at it. Dr. Garcia was watching her reactions. "Santana, would you like to hear about your options?" She asked. Santana slowly raised her head to look at the doctor, "what" she whispered. "You have options, adoption either open or closed. There is also abortion" Dr. Garcia explained. Santana covered her abdomen, "No I want this baby, it's my baby with Brett" she explained. This made Dr. Garcia smile.
"Make sure you take one of these prenatal vitamins every day. Drink lots of fluid and eat enough. Your body is using a lot of energy to grow this baby and to fight this virus. Try not to let the stress get to you, it is not good for the baby. I want you to come back at 10 weeks for another ultrasound" Dr. Garcia explained, handing her a prescription and some paperwork. "I also noticed something else," she said. Santana looked up at her. "You look very skinny Santana. Based on your weight from earlier and the last time you came in, you lost 15 pounds. You need to be gaining weight. 2-4 pounds every week for the 1st trimester. When you come back for your 10-week scan, I want you to have gained about 10 pounds" the doctor explained. Santana had been kinda taken back by that statement, how was she going to gain 10 pounds in 4 weeks. "You need to make sure you are eating because I can tell that you are not. It isn't just you anymore, you have a little one that needs you" Dr. Garcia explained. Santana cradled her stomach, she was right.
"If you need someone to talk to I am always a phone call away" she added. "Thank you," Santana said with a smile. "You're welcome," she replied. Before leaving the room, Dr. Garcia turned around "Santana" she said. Santana looked up at her, "Congratulations" Dr. Garcia said with a big smile as she left the room.
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