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A/N Hey, hey, hey my fellow fanfictioners. Yeah that's not a thing that people who want friends say so don't try and make it a thing. Who saw Glease! It was BEAUIFUL! I loved replaying Kurt turning Blaine down again and again and again and again and- you get the idea. I like Klaine as a couple I just never really Blaine very much. This is VERY obvious in my other stories. Side note, I want him and Kurt to back together but not for a while. I'm still ROYALLY pissed off at Blaine.

WARNING: FINN, MERCEDES, AND NEW DIRECTIONS BASHING.

The week when Kurt's dad was in a coma was one of the scariest in Santana's life. She could honestly say she loved Burt as a niece loved her favorite uncle. She loved how scary he was but underneath he was a big softy. She loved how he treated her like his own daughter and, most of all; she loved how much he loved Kurt. How much he accepted and supported her friend.

Santana was pissed that she had to find out about the heart attack and coma from Mercedes but she pushed these feelings aside to tell Kurt that she was sorry and that she felt for him. She did her best to give him a 'we'll talk later' look. Yep, she'd handled her emotions well, if she did say so herself, unlike that good for nothing, whale of a boy Hudson who stormed into glee and started yelling at Kurt about not telling him. She sat at the edge of her seat, ready to launch at the football player and let lose a vicious tirade of verbal abuse but Kurt gave into him and moved his bag so Finn could sit next to him.

She slumped back in her seat. Why did Kurt have to give into Finn so easily? She suspected he felt guilty about the whole crush thing even though Finn should be sorry. Calling Kurt, or any person for that matter, a- that word in their own home is unforgivable.

Santana went through glee on autopilot, only watching Kurt for signs of sadness or distress. She barely heard Mercedes sing but she sure as hell heard Kurt say how he didn't believe in God. Santana herself wasn't a very religious person, the closest she got was celebrating Christmas and el Día de Los Mueros, the Day of the Dead, with her family or occasionally going to Sunday Mass.

The next night she saw a mass text from Berry saying something about a prayer circle that she was trying to do for Kurt's dad. She snorted. Did they really think going against Kurt's wishes was going to help him? They could pray for Kurt's dad, in fact she encouraged that, but they didn't need to flaunt it in his face. She sent all of these things in a more...strongly worded form to Rachel via text message.

Santana marched through the white hallways of the hospital glancing periodically at the number written on her hand. She reached the correct room and took a deep breath before walking through the doorway. The sight she saw would burned in her mind for the rest of her life. The first thing she saw was the machines. Heart monitors, breathing monitors, things she couldn't begin to know the names of, it was terrifying. She saw Kurt next. He was sitting in a chair next to the bed and hadn't seemed to notice Santana yet. Never had she seen him so lifeless and broken, so lost. He was holding his dad's hand which made him look even more like a small child. She finally looked where she'd been avoiding. She'd been mentally preparing herself for what Burt might look like. She knew a heart attack wouldn't have any outward signs of hurt but the way he was just laying there, like he would wake up and kick Kurt and Santana off the TV so he could watch the game at any minute, it was heartbreaking. No amount of prayers could change that he might never do that again, not in Santana's mind.

She sank into a chair next to Kurt and placed her hand on his back. He jumped and stared at her, as if they'd never met before.

"Santana," he said in a raspy voice, "am I dreaming?"

She shook her head and turned to look at Burt. "Has anything changed?"

Now it was Kurt's turn to shake his head. "No, the doctors don't know if he'll ever wake up."

"What have you been doing?" Santana asked.

"Not much," Kurt said, "holding his hand, talking to him."

"Does that help?" the Latina asked.

Kurt shrugged. "Apparently," was his reply.

Santana stayed sitting next to Kurt. The only noise in the room was the steady beeping of the heart monitor and the tick of the clock on the wall. Occasionally doctors would come in and check the monitors and ask Kurt questions. He always answered in the same tired, helpless voice. Santana was worried, she'd seen him this way before but the way he didn't seem to care if he looked weak to the doctors was just plain scary.

Santana looked at the time and saw that it was nearly 9:00 p.m. Visiting hours were almost over. She'd been warned by the woman at the desk about the time.

"Hey Kurt," she said, breaking the heavy silence. He grunted in response, something Santana had never heard before. "Where are you staying?" Santana asked.

Kurt looked over at her and frowned. "What do you mean?"

"I mean," she said, "you can't stay home alone. You need someone to take care of you."

"I'm not a two-year-old," he said. Under normal circumstances he probably would've sounded angry but instead he sounded defeated.

"No, but you are a kid whose Dad might die and probably has no clue what he's supposed to be doing."

Kurt shrugged even though he hadn't been asked a question. Santana sighed. "Come on. Visiting hours ends soon and you're staying with me."

"What? No," Kurt said indignantly.

Santana put on her dangerous face and said through gritted teeth, "Kurt Hummel, you are coming and staying at my house with me until your dad wakes up or so help me I will drag to my car and then my home by your hair."

Kurt got up immediately; he knew Santana didn't make empty threats. He murmured a quick goodbye to his dad and followed Santana off to her car. He'd tried to get to his own but Santana stopped him, he was in no condition to drive.

They arrived at Santana's home a few minutes later although her home was more like a mansion. She still lived in Lima Heights Adjacent but it was in the rich part of the neighborhood. Her dad was a doctor after all. The two were greeted by a worried and slightly enraged Mrs. Lopez who went on a rant to Santana about not calling and saying where she was going for a good five minutes before even noticing Kurt's presence next to Santana.

"Hello," she said, before turning back to her daughter, "Who's this?"

"Mamá, his name is Kurt. He's in glee with me and his dad is in the hospital in a coma. His mom is-" She cut off and looked at Kurt who didn't seem to be listening instead was looking around the huge room in awe.

"Not around," she supplied, "so he needs somewhere to stay. Can he please stay here Mamá? Please!"

She was literally begging on her knees at this point but now that she was home, she wasn't sure whether or not Kurt would be allowed to stay.

Mrs. Lopez's eyes immediately softened and normally Santana would be celebrating being allowed to do whatever she wanted but this time she was just relieved.

"Get up," Mrs. Lopez said, "get up. Don't beg it isn't becoming. Of course your friend can stay here, provided that he is just your friend."

She said the last sentence sternly and Santana nodded vigorously. She ran over to Kurt and grabbed his hand. "Let's go to my room."

He followed her obediently. They got ready to sleep and lay on Santana's massive bed awake in silence for a few minutes until Santana broke it. "Kurt," she whispered.

"Yes, Santana," he answered.

"Are you scared," she said, staring at the ceiling.

"Terrified," Kurt answered without hesitation.

Santana didn't know how to reply or why she'd asked to begin with so she rolled over on her side of the bed and fell into a fitful sleep.

The next few days they rarely talked despite being so close. They went back to Kurt's house the next day to get some of his clothes and then they went to school. He went to the hospital again that night. Santana would have come to but he asked to be alone. He came back two hours later completely pissed.

"They did a prayer circle," he spat when Santana asked what was wrong. "I tried to tell them I didn't want it. They don't get that I just don't have their beliefs. They can pray on their own time but why couldn't they leave me alone. And then my seek got there and Finn asked why I didn't say I wanted to pray in Muslim. Why did they assume that it was about prayer?"

He was pacing, back and forth, in front of Santana's bed. His hands were clenching and unclenching into fists.

"I just want to scream," he said.

Santana reached over and tossed him a pillow. He caught it and looked at her curiously. "Go ahead," she said.

Kurt looked at it for a moment before putting his face in the pillow and screamed. It was muffled from the pillow but still quite loud. Santana was glad that no one was home. A few minutes later, Kurt emerged from the pillow. "That felt good," he said breathlessly.

Santana smiled at him. "I bet," she responded.

"I'm going to lose my voice now. I need it for the song that I really to sing. That is if Mr. Schue will let me," he said.

Santana raised her eyebrows. "What song?"

"Haven't quite decided that yet but probably something by the Beatles," he replied, gently hitting the pillow in his lap with both fists.

"Why the Beatles? I thought that you could only sing songs from the one musical. Evil or something."

Kurt's head snapped up and he looked angry. "One, the musical is called WICKED. It is a Broadway legend and you'll be a fool to think otherwise. Two, you've heard me sing other songs before including freaking Mellencamp. And three, I- Why are you laughing?"

Santana had been shaking with silent laughter throughout his speech. "Because you're back, at least a little," she said. She was gasping for breath. It had been a long time since she'd laughed this hard at anything. Kurt was looking at her as if she was crazy.

Santana laughed for a while longer until she seemed to realize how awkward it was and she cleared her throat. "So anyway, why the Beatles?"

Kurt stared at his hands which were folded in his lap. "My parents both loved the Beatles. It was the only music that they could agree on since my mom loved Broadway and my dad likes country and classic rock. I feel that I need to honor them both."

Santana gave him a sad smile. "That sounds amazing."

The next few days were better between the two of them. Mrs. Lopez adored Kurt. She took his fashion advice whenever Kurt offered it. At every meal, she gave Kurt double on everything, insisting that he was too thin.

He bonded with Santana's younger sister, Celia, in a way that Santana never had. She saw the two of them one night in Celia's room. Kurt was braiding her dark hair and she was giving him the scoop on the latest sixth grade drama and gossip. Everyone loved how you could dish to Kurt and he would never tell anyone what you say and Celia took advantage of this whenever possible.

On Sunday morning, Kurt was gone for most of the day. She knew his seek was coming to the hospital in the afternoon but when she got up at 9:00 a.m., he was already gone. She texted him over twenty times without reply and he hardly ever turned his phone off. Santana was scared out of her mind. That afternoon he came back home and Santana immediately cornered Kurt and began to interrogate him about his whereabouts.

"I was at church with Mercedes," he said shrugging nonchalantly. Something tightened in Santana's chest.

"Why? You don't believe in God," she said.

"I don't know, it didn't change my beliefs but it was nice. Now I need to go to Celia's room. She's going to tell me how she thinks Josh is cheating on Mallory."

He rolled his eyes at the six grader's ideas and exited the room.

It was late on Tuesday night when Santana received the mass text sent out by Kurt which contains only three words.

HE WOKE UP!

She screamed in excitement and ran to her mom who was cooking dinner and told her. She was screaming and soon Celia was added to mix. They were all jumping up and down until Celia suddenly became somber and asked in a small voice. "Does this mean that he won't live here anymore?"

"Oh, Celia, he'll be allowed back whenever we wants," Mrs. Lopez said.

Kurt showed up at their door a few hours later with a large bag. "Hi," he said when Santana answered the door. He had a bright smile on his face, something Santana had been afraid she would never see again, "I come bearing gifts!"

He held up the bag to illustrate his point. Santana opened the door wider to let him in.

"What brought this on?" Santana asked.

"What do you think? Did you get my text? I wanted to celebrate my dad waking up and you being the most awesome friend ever."

They were in Santana's room at this point and she was digging around the bag which contained Mountain Dew, snacks, and some of their favorite movies including The Sound of Music which had become a tradition for both of them.

"Why aren't you in the hospital with your dad?" she asked, opening a bottle of Code Red.

"He's sleeping right now; I'll go back to the hospital tomorrow. As soon as he passes a stress test and some other tests, he can come home. For now I want to celebrate with my best friend."

"What about Mercedes?" Santana asked bitterly. She didn't know why, but Kurt going to church with Mercedes had rubbed her the wrong way.

"She can wait. You were there for me when even she wasn't. I'm also pretty sure she'd invite Quinn and the other girls and I'm not in the mood to listen to them talk about how their prayers saved my dad and the power of God or whatever."

He rolled his eyes at the idea. Santana was confused. She thought Mercedes had been there for him. "What do you mean she wasn't there?" she asked.

"She only talked to me when she was criticizing me for not believing in God. None of them asked where I was staying. She seemed to think I'm staying with Finn and Carole, as if I'd ever, and Finn and everyone else thinks I'm staying with Mercedes. I didn't tell them where I was because it would break our code and they never asked. They just weren't there for me like you were. You also distracted me from my situation and helped me through the times when I just couldn't ignore it anymore. Whenever I tried to talk to any of them, all they would talk about is how my dad's in the hospital and how he might die," Kurt said.

Santana nodded, processing the information. "How did everyone react to him waking up?" she asked.

Kurt rolled his eyes and handed her his iPhone.

From Cedes: see Kurt, prayers do work!

Santana looked up from the message with raised eyebrows. Kurt nodded. "See! This is the main reason I didn't celebrate with her."

From Tina: That's amazing! When's he coming home?

From Puck: Cool dude.

From Rachel: That is excellent news Kurt. I hope he's doing well.

From Mike: Nice. I'm happy for you.

From Artie: we knew he could do it

From Brittany: YAAAAYYYYYYYYY!

From Quinn: Congratulations!

Santana smiled slightly at Brittany's message. Then she noticed something. "Where's Finn's text? He did text back right?"

Kurt rolled his eyes. "Of course he texted back, I deleted it because I knew if I looked at it for another second, I'd chuck my phone at the wall. He asked me why I told him that Burt woke up in a group text. He's lucky I texted him at all."

Santana rolled her eyes as well. She dug through the bag and grabbed the movie Miss Congeniality. She put the movie in her Blue-Ray player.

"I just love this movie and it's hilarious. I think we could use a good laugh. You should sleep over," Santana said.

"Sure." Kurt shrugged.

The next day Kurt was gone for most of school and came back in time for glee. He was upset and he told Santana that his dad wasn't doing well with the tests and while he would recover, it wouldn't be as fast as they'd hoped. His mood didn't improve when Mr. Schue said the glee club would be singing a song about God and of course Mr. Schue gave him a verse to sing alone. As everyone got into position to sing, Santana immediately stood by Kurt. Their code be damned, she was standing next to her friend.

Quinn took her place at his other side. Santana glared at Mercedes when she protested the arrangement but Quinn agreed to let her stand by him later. Kurt kept his head down through the entire thing. He was too busy thinking about his dad and tests and hospitals to worry about which of his friends was going to stand by him. After the song was over he went back to the hospital, this time with Santana and visited his dad.

"Hey kiddo," Burt said weakly as Kurt entered.

"Hi Dad," Kurt said softly, sinking into one of the chairs by the large bed.

Santana stood over by the door, unsure of what to do until Kurt called her over. "Come on Tana. Don't start being shy now," Kurt said.

Santana nodded and went to sit next to Kurt. She barely listened as Kurt described what had happened in glee and school. They had to leave eventually when visiting hours ended.

They were walking down the hallway in silence. Kurt was humming "I Want to Hold Your Hand".

"Did the doctors say when he can come home?" Santana asked.

Kurt sighed. "They think in the next week for sure. He's doing better than a few days ago, that's for sure."

"Things are getting better, aren't they?" Santana said.

Kurt nodded and smiled at his best friend. "Yes, Santana, I think they are."

Yes I gave Santana a younger sister. I don't know if I'll come back to her at all but if you people want me to, I will. I don't know if I put all the accents in the right places and stuff but I know a lot about the Day of the Dead from Spanish class. Until the next time. Reviews are Love (^_^)

Peace, Love, Glee

Julez