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"We should get you checked." Blaine suggests as he hands Santana a warm cup of tea and some Advil.
"What?"
"Well, there's a chance you probably had sex last night so we should probably get you checked for diseases or anything else that he could've probably given you." Santana closes her eyes and tightens her grip on the cup of coffee.
"Do you have any idea as to who it may have been?" Santana shakes her head no.
"Puck, maybe?"
"No." Santana responds quickly, she's been trying to search though every crevice of her brain for any answers to the previous night but she's come up short every time, and the hangover that was sitting on top of her like an anvil wasn't being much of a help either. She thinks about the possibility that it was Puck but rejects it soon after.
"Why did you have sex?"
"I don't know, I felt like doing something stupid and reckless or maybe I wanted to knock some sort of sense into myself."
"What?"
"I have no idea." Before the conversation could continue, Blaine and Santana were interrupted by Santana's cell phone. Blaine gets up and picks it up.
"Hello?"
"Sorry, who is this?"
"Blaine Anderson, I'm sorry but Santana can't come to the phone right now. Who are you?"
"My name is Sam Evans, I met Santana last night and I just wanted to call her again and stuff."
"Oh." Blaine says. He turns to Santana who's put the tea down and is now hunched over by the arm of the sofa with her arms around her knees. He puts his hand on the receiver, "Does Sam Evans sound familiar at all to you?"
Santana's head shoots up and looks over at Blaine doe-eyed and alert, she nods her head quickly and Blaine nods.
"Alright, well she's napping right now, I'll make sure she calls you back."
"Are you like her boyfriend?" Sam says shakily over the phone.
"No, no. Don't worry, no harm done buddy, she'll call later. Goodbye." Blaine presses the end button and turns to Santana who looks almost frozen in time.
"Well, I think I know who you banged last night."
"Sam Evans?"
"Yes." Santana shifts her attention back to the tea on the coffee table and plays around with fingers.
"At least you guys were safe." Blaine offers a silver lining but Santana's mind's a little too clogged up to take it from him. They stay silent for a few moments before Blaine gets a call from Sebastian who had just landed in Prague, Blaine excuses himself and retires to his room where Santana can overhear him giggling like a teenage girl. She takes a long sip of her tea and lets it slide down her throat at a warm pace.
~hnng~
"I'd like to inform you that even though Ms. Lopez isn't here. There will still be a glee club meeting this afternoon." Rachel says poignantly as she stops by the Cheerios table.
"San- Ms. Lopez isn't here today?" Brittany asks with a crinkled forehead.
"Yes, Brittany, Ms. Lopez is absent. I noticed that you were also absent this morning." Rachel says with a suspicious tone as she eyes Brittany.
"I came in late." Brittany responds quickly without looking Rachel in the eye, she had skipped Santana's class that morning because she was afraid that she would have to face her.
"Well, okay. I'll see you this afternoon." Rachel makes a mental note to ask about that the next afternoon when her and Brittany meet at the Berry house to study. Brittany nods timidly with hunched shoulders and picks at the skin around her fingernails with her thumb as Quinn lays a warm comforting squeeze on Brittany's shoulders that stay hunched up regardless.
Rachel makes her way into the choir room where, surprisingly, she's met by Charlie who's smoking by the piano, Rachel holds her breath afraid that maybe the second hand smoke will ruin her voice, she walks up to the other side of the piano and waits for Charlie to look up from the shiny black and white keys.
"Oh, hi." Charlie says, startled when she sees Rachel standing there, turning blue. She stares for a few seconds, trying to understand why Rachel was holding her breath to begin with but then she realizes it by looking at the smoke rising slowly from the cigarette dangling from her two fingers, as if it was about to fall off. A small 'o' forms on Charlie's face and automatically, Charlie stands up and throws the cigarette into the trash can, she sticks her boot in and smashes the cigarette for safety reasons, not that fire's something that Charlie's afraid of. Charlie isn't afraid of anything, or at least she likes to think that of herself.
"Thank you, Charlotte. You know, with a voice like yours, you should probably do your best to preserve it." Rachel says with a leering look towards the trashcan.
"I don't see how it's any of your business to tell me what I should and should not do." Charlie says and regrets it as soon as her words come out, Rachel cringes a little bit as Charlie's words seem to slice her in half, she looks down at her feet. "I'm sorry, it's a habit, thank you for caring, I guess."
Charlie was astounded that she even had the capability of apologizing, especially to someone like Rachel Berry.
"Thank you, Charlotte." Rachel says softly, and smiles faintly at Charlie who can't help but smile back.
~unf~
"Wait, Quinn. At the party, you said that Santana came in and started yelling about the noise, right?" Brittany asks out of the blue on the way home.
"Yea, Britt. Why?"
"So that means that Santana lives in that apartment building?"
"Yes, Brittany. So?"
Brittany had been anxious all day about Santana, and for some reason, in some deep trench in Brittany's stomach, she felt as if something was wrong with Santana, like she may have been in trouble or something. Brittany wasn't completely sure how and why she felt the way she did but at this point, she was used to it since the same sense of confusion has been synonymous with her relationship with Santana.
"Can we go there?" Brittany proposes meekly.
"When?" Quinn asks.
"Now."
"Now?"
"Yes, now, Quinn. Please." Quinn rolls her eyes and thinks for a few moments, but one look into Brittany's pleading eyes and she could tell that the decision was already made. She made a quick u-turn away from Brittany's house and they were off.
~oonf~
"Santana." Blaine whispers as he shakes her awake. Startled, she jumps up quickly.
"What?" She snaps at him after realizing that nothing is wrong.
"You have a visitor." He says softly before she gets too angry, Santana's never been nice to the people who wake her up. Santana almost questions Blaine until out of the corner of her eye she sees a crimson red smudge. Her eyes search and finally find the nervous blue eyes they were looking for.
"Hi." Santana says with a smile she can't help and Blaine, himself, can feel how he disappears in both Santana's and Brittany's presence, he leaves.
"Hi, are you okay?" Brittany asks coming closer to Santana.
"I don't know, why are you asking?"
"Well, you weren't here today and I don't know, I kind of just feel like something's wrong with you. So, I asked Quinn if she could drive here since I remember that you came to the apartment during the party."
"How did you even find out which apartment I lived in?"
"We knocked on every door until we saw Blaine." Brittany says as her eyes wander up and she imagines and recounts all the events leading up to her standing there in Santana's bedroom. Santana smiles at Brittany and at her dedication and for a second it feels as if their past and Santana's stupid anxieties had cowered away.
"So are you okay?" Brittany asks, once again taking another two steps in Santana's direction. Just the caring tone in Brittany's behavior was enough for Santana to start sobbing. Not caring at all about distance anymore, Brittany runs up to Santana and wraps her arms tightly around her small frame. Santana burrows into crook of Brittany's neck and wraps her legs around her waist as soon as Brittany sits down on her bed.
"Baby, it's okay." Brittany whispers into her ear not even knowing if it was okay. Santana was too upset to even enjoy Brittany calling her 'baby.'
In the living room, Blaine and Quinn just stood around awkwardly until they could hear Santana's cries and that was when Blaine stood up and almost ran into the room before Quinn stopped him.
"I'm sure Brittany's taking care of her, she probably wants her there more than you, no offense." She says as nicely as she could. Blaine looks at the door and decides that Quinn's probably right and makes his way back on to the couch.
"What happened to Ms. Lo-Santana?" Quinn asks, feeling a little weird about using the first name.
"I don't think Santana would be okay with you knowing, in all honesty."
"Oh well. Okay."
And that was as far as Blaine and Quinn's conversation could go until Santana's shrieks made it ultimately impossible for them to keep talking.
I can explain. I've been having some medical problems and then I spent 10 days in Colombia with a ton of family and then school stuff got in the way but most of all, it was really the medical problems. Anyway, I am so sorry, I'm going to be a lot better about posting and I'm not just saying that. I hope this was good enough and that you guys enjoyed it. Reviews, of course, always appreciated. Thank youu.