A/N: I feel absolutely awful I left y'all waiting so long...Major my bad on that part. I went through a lot of very significant life changes since my last update… Graduating grooming academy, marriage split, entirely new life in a new town, new girlfriend, young baby! But I want to get this finished because these girls mean so much to me. Don't hate me!

Also a shoutout to OkayBlueJay for the wonderful encouragement and inspiration all though my time writing this story, and never giving up on me even though I'm the worst at updating.


Chapter 13: After the Storm

Text From - Fuckerman

[ Yo B, Where u at? J-man gave me some gree make ur weekend hangover better lol ]

Text From - Fuckerman

[ R u skipping today? Lol I'm gonna smoke4 ya ]

Text From - Fuckerman

[ It's been 2 days B. U alive? ]

Text From - Sugs

[ Hey. B. Are you coming into school today? I miss u ]

Text From - Fuckerman

[ The fuck, Pierce. ]

Text From - Fuckerman

[ At least tell me where ur at. Skipping without me aint cool ]

Text From - Lopez

[ I know I am perhaps the last person you would like to receive a text from or talk to at the moment.. And I apologise profusely for that. But you haven't been in school for nearly an entire week Brittany. Are you okay? ]

Text From - Fuckerman

[ Fuck u ]

Text From - Fuckerman

[ JK. Wanna bang? ]

It had been a week since I had been in school, or seen by anyone other than the inside walls of my apartment. At least, that would be true if the hospital staff weren't taken into account.

It took a good few hours of being a little bitch and crying in my apartment before deciding I probably needed to get my hand seen. I was tough as nails for the most part, but broken bones were enough to make anyone seek out just a little help.

The last week had been spent crammed up in my apartment, trying to function with an irritating and impossibly itchy cast on my right arm. All the while, refusing to take the pain medication prescribed to me.

I was always down for pills when it came to the party sort, but not the type that made me loopy in the head and probably persuade me to make a stupid decision. Fuck, I had been doing enough of that recently.

I tried my hardest to wrap my head around what happened at that party, and more importantly, what happened afterwards in one of Sugar's spare rooms. It was one thing, making out with someone in front of the school. I could maybe play that off.. After all, I had my reputation. I could easily say it was a bet. Say I was too drunk to know what the hell I was doing. Hell, I could even say that I was doing it for Puck so he could jack off to it.

It was a completely different ballpark that I wanted it to happen. That I wanted Santana to kiss me the next morning. That some part of me… Though I wasn't sure how big or small that part was, wanted to kiss another woman.

That wanted to kiss Santana.

Even with a week to myself, I hadn't been able to understand what it was about her that drew me to her. Everything about her was supposed to repel me..But somehow, she wiggled her way past my barriers and I couldn't get her out.

Even worse, I missed her.

The buzzing of my long forgotten phone beside me on the couch attracted my attention. The screen lit up, and it was almost as though she knew I was thinking about her.

Not like I was doing much else recently.

Text From - Lopez

[ I am very worried about you, Brittany. ]

The words stood out to me.

No one had really bothered to worry about me for a long time. Sure, teachers would tell me as such when I was flunking out of my classes but that didn't mean they actually cared about me. I know they don't. Not really. It was just something that they have to say to make it look like they were doing their job properly, and treating every student equally.. Or some bullshit like that.

My parents stopped worrying about me a very long time ago, when they left me alone. Not even Puck worried about me. At least, not that he would tell me. Maybe he did, but that wasn't the kind of relationship we had. I liked it that way. No fluffiness. No drama. No ties.

But coming from Santana. Maybe it really did mean something.

Perhaps that was why I picked up my phone and opened up the text app for the first time since I threw my phone and smashed the screen.

I stared at the keyboard for a while, not even sure what I wanted to say. Anything that popped into my head just sounded stupid.. And what could I say to someone I hurt so badly. She was the one person who maybe thought I was somewhat of a good person, and I threw that back in her face just because I had a panic. A gay panic… Or whatever the fuck kind of panic I had.

With a sigh, I started to tap on the screen, wincing just a little as the pull of my tendons hurt my healing arm.

Text To - Lopez

[ Sorry. I'm ok. ]

To be quite honest, I didn't really have much more to say than that. Though, it didn't take long at all to get a response.

Text From - Lopez

[ Thank the Lord! I've been so worried… Especially after everything. I even talked to Mr Schuester and Joseph to see if they had heard anything from you, and neither have! I thought the worst. That you may have died! I'm not sure if you know how many motorcycle accidents happen every week in this country, but it is rather alarming. ]

I couldn't help but let out an amused snort at how enthusiastic she was. It was the first time I had shown any sort of happiness for the past week. It felt weird. Nice.. But weird.

Text To - Lopez

[ Calm down. But yeah…Ain't u smart? Drove with a hangover. ]

It was a lie. The last thing I wanted to do was to tell her that I punched a wall.. Perhaps it was because of the stupidity of the stunt, but probably more towards the fact that I just knew Santana might blame it on herself if it was a result of me being distressed over what had happened between us. Scratch that.. I knew that she absolutely WOULD blame it on herself.

Text From - Lopez

[ BRITTANY! Did you go to the hospital at least? ]

Text To - Lopez

[ Yeah. Got a fucking cast and eveything.. And I can't fucking do SHIT with it on. Been eating pizza for a week lol ]

Text From - Lopez

[ You can't survive on just pizza. That will do absolutely awful things to your body. You need to eat a good meal, and get the rest that you need to. Are you sleeping? ]

Now she was just sounding like a mother.

Text To - Lopez

[ Sort of. It kinda hurts. ]

Text From - Lopez

[ Kind of hurts? I thought you were a badass? :P ]

I smirked. Now she was playing around with me? Who did she think she was?

Text To - Lopez

[ Shut up. I literally broke a bone. That's about as badass as you can get. ]

Text From - Lopez

[ Poor you! You know.. If you need any help, you know I would be there, don't you? I could make you something good to eat, and make sure your apartment is clean and nice. Nothing makes me feel better when I don't feel good than a clean house, clean clothes and fresh air. ]

Though everything inside me was screaming not to give into it, it was a hopeless cause. I missed Santana, and nothing I could think of sounded better than spending a little time with her. Well, having her help me out a little. That didn't exactly count as spending time, did it? Other people had their best friends of parents to help them when they were hurt. Or sick, Or heartbroken.

Santana made me feel better.

Text To - Lopez

[ You know where I live. ]