How did Brittana meet in the President Pierce-Lopez verse?
Ending up in the emergency room wasn't exactly how Brittany planned to spend her Friday night, but when you're dragged out to celebrate winning this debate thing you've been stressing over for months with a few drinks with your best friend, who turns into such an argumentative feminist after about two Long Island iced teas, there really isn't any other way to end the night.
"I'm so sorry, Britt." Quinn said for about the millionth time which is quite impressive considering the bar they were at was only a fifteen minute ride to the hospital, "I thought I had him..I didn't think you were standing that close."
Brittany tried to keep from getting frustrated with the girl who was still pretty drunk no matter how sober she claimed to be when they arrived and insisted filling out Brittany's paperwork for her. She knew Quinn meant well, she just gets really passionate about what she believes in and Brittany, of all people, understands that.
"He was the biggest guy in the room." Kurt commented, still dressed in his matching pajama outfit after Brittany called him to come pick them up at the bar because of another Quinn-related incident. Quinn just furrowed her brows and pursed her lips at him causing Kurt to match her glare, "Don't look at me like that, you know you're tiny. I don't know why you always go for the big ones."
"An idiot is an idiot." Quinn scoffed, crossing her arms over her chest, "I'll put them in their place no matter their size, I don't discriminate."
Brittany nodded approvingly from beside Quinn while keeping the blood stained napkins against her nose. Kurt, sitting across from the two, only dropped his jaw in astonishment, "You're agreeing with her? Do you not see yourself right now, Brittany? Your nose could possibly be broken!"
"Doubt it, Quinn doesn't have that good of a swing." Brittany mumbled then tilted her head to Quinn, "No offense."
Quinn just shrugged while Kurt slouched back in the hospital grade arm chair and brought his hand to his forehead and sighed, "What am I going to do with you two?"
They sat silently like that: Brittany holding in her pain, Quinn slumped half asleep and drooling against Brittany's shoulder, and Kurt scrolling away at his phone until a woman wearing purple scrubs called out Brittany's name.
No matter how much she protested, Kurt and a groggy Quinn followed along after Brittany as the nurse directed her through the doors; the nurse didn't seem to mind which was best since Quinn probably had a little fight left in her. The three were led to room 220 where the nurse ran through a few procedures before leaving them with a, "Dr. Lopez will be here shortly."
Brittany sat atop the hospital bed with her long legs swinging beneath her while Kurt let Quinn have the single chair in the room and stood off to the side of Brittany, "Is it still bleeding?"
"I don't know, is it?" Brittany shrugged and pulled the wad of napkins away from her face, displaying different shades of red running down her nose to her chin. Kurt nearly threw up at the sight and made her cover up quickly.
No sooner later the door was inched open again and in came the woman that would change the rest of Brittany's life forever.
Upon seeing the full room, the brunette smiled brightly and ducked her head cutely before closing the door behind her looking as if she was trying to shrink herself down to fit in the tight space, "Hello, I'm Santana Lopez."
Brittany was instantly taken aback by the Latina who looked maybe a year or two older than she dressed in white scrub pants and a white lab coat with the sleeves rolled to her elbows with the name Santana Lopez, M.D. above the pocket. She could always appreciate a woman in uniform, but this felt totally different. Nothing about her outfit was stereotypically sexy; she wore clunky slip resistant shoes and loose scrub pants, even the shirt she wore beneath her lab coat kept most of her skin covered so it wasn't like she was being blinded by cleavage. Brittany was drawn to Dr. Lopez purely by the greatness of her smile and alluring glimmer of her eyes.
Maybe it was due to the blood loss, but as the woman approached, dark brown eyes surveying her injury, Brittany felt the room slowly spin. It was like everything was moving in slow motion and the Beatles' Something filled her head and strew a dopy grin across her face. Thankfully the napkins covered most of that up.
"And what happened to you…" Dr. Lopez asked, looking down at her chart then back up into striking blue eyes, "Miss Pierce."
"Brittany." The blonde corrected, shocked by her ability to actually form words, "Well..I-"
"I punched her in the face on accident. I'm so sorry!" Quinn sobbed, startling everyone in the room from her outburst; they swore she was asleep!
"Oh dear God.." Kurt muttered and held Quinn against his side, running a comforting hand down her hair while she continued to cry.
"How did that happen?" Dr. Lopez asked looking like she was fighting back a grin at the blonde's hysterics, directing the question to Brittany this time.
"Well, she was having a heated discussion with a man at the bar we were at and-" Brittany's breath hitched as the brunette coaxed Brittany's hand down from her face, not wincing once at the sight of her bloody nose. She tossed the mess away and began to carefully clean the dried blood away. Not knowing what to do with Dr. Lopez suddenly so close to her nose and lips, she began to panic a little.
"The fucking asshole was hitting on this poor girl who was clearly not interested in him." Quinn piped in, sounding more sober than ever, "And the bouncer was right there not doing a single fucking thing, so I went over there." Dr. Lopez bit back a smirk as she looked into Brittany's eyes, silently asking if the girl really did confront the guy. Brittany blinked and Dr. Lopez smiled again. "I told the guy that he needed to back off and then he called me a cunt."
"Quinn.." Kurt sighed, wishing the girl would find her filter. Brittany watched Dr. Lopez's brows rise but continued to work on cleaning her up, gentle fingers moving with ease and precision.
"What? That's what he said!" Quinn scoffed, "I was just repeating it. Anyway-"
"Your nose is broken." Dr. Lopez commented softly, but Kurt and Quinn still heard her anyway.
"Look what you did, you broke her nose!" Kurt huffed, "No more alcohol for you so you can think about what you've done."
"Well, I guess you do have a mean swing." Brittany smirked, trying to ease the tension.
"Fuck, I'm so sorry Britt!" Quinn pouted, "I quit drinking forever."
"You say that every week." Brittany chuckled then looked to a fuming Kurt, "Be nice, Kurt, it was an accident."
"I can put it back in place if you want?" Dr. Lopez asked, "Broken noses happen to be my specialty."
"Fixing them or giving them?" Quinn asked sadly, getting a nudge from Kurt, "I'm capable of breaking someone's nose..oh my God!"
"Both." She winked causing Brittany to swoon before turning back to the Brittany, "How about it?"
"Go ahead." Brittany nodded, gritting her teeth for the inevitable surge of pain.
Dr. Lopez saw her tense and softly patted the girl's thigh, "Relax, I won't hurt you." Then she looked over to Quinn, "Still don't see how you ended up accidentally punching her?" Brittany saw it right away as Dr. Lopez looking for something to distract her and was instantly grateful.
"Well, somehow he came to the conclusion that I must be a lesbian because looking out for the wellbeing of another female automatically makes me gay so we began to argue about that." Quinn continued while Dr. Lopez prepped to realign Brittany's nose, "I'm not even gay but I have a lot of feelings about homophobic jackasses like him thinking that a strong, independent woman like myself could only be a man-hating lesbian. Everything he said was completely wrong and I couldn't handle it. That's when Brittany came to break up the fight because she said he was looking like he was going to pick me up and throw me."
"I don't like violence." Brittany mumbled, attempting to relax. Dr. Lopez smiled and nodded.
"Then he called Brittany a dyke for no reason and I really, really hate that word. But before I could even say anything, Brittany's already talking him as calmly as possible which is so weird."
"Getting angry with someone who is already confrontation is a lost battle." Brittany whimpered after Santana carefully repositioned her nose into place. She kept her cool fingers on the sides of Brittany's face, thumbs caressing flushed cheeks as Brittany stared back. Dr. Lopez was impressed by the blonde's toughness, barely even flinching at the realignment and even feeding into the conversation like it was nothing. "I just told him that name calling is bullying and I won't accept it."
"Then he laughed at Brittany and I just swung." Quinn frowned, "I didn't know Brittany was still in between us.."
"That's okay, Q." Brittany told her while Dr. Lopez bandaged her up, "I don't mind getting accidentally punched in the face when you were just trying to stand up for what you believe in. I'm sure the girl was very thankful for what you said and I bet that guy will think twice next time he tries to hit on a girl who isn't interested. In fact, I'm glad we caused such a scene because people need to be aware of the jerks like him who have no idea how to treat women respectfully and can't tell the difference between misandry and feminism."
"Wow." Dr. Lopez breathed out, completely awed by the blonde sitting in front of her and stared up into dazzling blue eyes adoringly, "You should run for president."
Brittany just giggled, completely smitten by the comment because that was the last thing she wanted to be right now but somehow Dr. Lopez made it sound like the perfect plan, "I should, huh?"
Quinn and Kurt just stared at each other then back at the two in front of them who clearly forgot they weren't the only ones in the room and smiled. What they didn't know was that in the next few years, those two will be known throughout the country as President and First Lady Pierce-Lopez. Quinn still gets a little prideful when they all get together and think back on it, if it wasn't for socking Britt in the face who knows when those two would've met!