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When Brittany opened her eyes the room started to spin in front of her. She grabbed her temples with one hand and the spot below her with the other, quickly realizing she was grasping Santana's thigh. She felt paralyzed; her body draped over Santana which was odd because the last thing she remembered was coming to Quinn's house upset. Memories of her trashing Quinn's room came back and she remembered grabbing a notebook she found on the floor and taking it into the bathroom. She then remembered what she wrote and began feeling around for the letter in a panic.

Santana tried to steady Brittany's movements by gripping onto her shoulders but the action only startled her. "It's me Britt," she whispered cautiously. She steadied her hold to keep Brittany's shaking pale form in place.

Brittany squinted from the light and gave up on the note, burying her face in the crook of Santana's neck to stop the dizziness.

"Britt, baby, are you okay?" she heard the voice of her father. Will was knelt next to them with his hand placed firmly on Brittany's leg. He was worried, but knew he had to keep it together for everyone.

"Will, maybe we should call an ambulance," Holly panicked over his shoulder. She watched helplessly as their daughter continued to withdraw from them, opening and closing her eyes against Santana's chest.

The word ambulance immediately registered in Brittany's brain making her jump up in protest. "No," she yelled, "I'm okay, I just need to," she said trying to catch her breath. Sitting up too quickly was throwing off her balance.

"You need to go to the hospital," Holly answered while bending down to help her daughter get up.

Santana pushed Brittany up while Holly pulled her into a standing position. Once Brittany was up, Santana got off the ground and stood next to the Pierce's with worry.

"Mrs. Pierce I called an ambulance, they're on their way," Quinn said while rushing into the already crammed bathroom.

Santana winced at the terrified look on Brittany's face. This wasn't going to be good.

Will sat next to Brittany's hospital bed hunched over with his hands in his hair. The ride to the hospital made him even more anxious, one because Holly had ridden in the ambulance with Brittany and two, he had let Santana drive. With only having her permit for a short amount of time, he prayed they wouldn't need to be checked into the hospital as well.

"Miss Pierce I presume." A tall lanky middle aged man with childlike features entered the room with a clipboard in his hand. He walked to the foot of the bed, alternating his view from Brittany to the notes in front of him.

Brittany smiled politely while clutching her mother's hand in a death grip. Holly winced at the hold and raised her other hand to brush Brittany's bangs from her face. The three sat in silence while the doctor read over Brittany's charts.

"Alright while it seems here Brittany had experienced quite a panic attack today. How are you feeling at this moment Brittany? Any dizziness, heart palpitations, sweats," he asked while moving closer. He reached in his pocket and pulled out a mini flashlight and shined it at her eyes. "Your eyes remind me of the ocean," he smiled, trying to get her to relax.

Brittany gulped nervously, trying not to squirm as he poked and probed her. "I'm okay now, just not too excited to be here," she said lowly. She listened to his instructions, breathing in deep when he held the stethoscope to her heart and sticking out her tongue when he shined the light at her mouth.

The doctor laughed. "Well don't worry, you don't have to stay," he informed.

Will looked up hopeful. "She doesn't?" he asked. All he could think about was the episode Brittany had years ago, the memory haunting him to this day.

The doctor shook his head. "No everything seems to be back in order. Brittany your blood pressure is at a normal level, we did an EKG and that came back perfect, everything physically is how it should be," he explained.

Brittany sighed with relief.

"However," the doctor started, making Brittany grimace. "I do want to get to the bottom of these panic attacks. I understand you're on Adderal for ADHD?" he asked, looking to Will and Holly. He smiled sympathetically at the pained look on their faces.

"She's been on a off a few medications since she was twelve," Holly answered.

Brittany listened to the three talk about her as if she weren't in the room for several minutes. The only phrases she picked up on through her foggy daze were 'break from medication', 'therapist', 'and high stress causes outburst like these'. She shook her head, trying to release the jumbled thoughts. Moments later the doctor patted her knee with a friendly smile before leaving her alone with her parents.

Will sighed heavily while standing up from his chair to stretch his legs. He grabbed at his face roughly while walking to the room's window. Holly moved onto the bed next to Brittany, wrapping her arm around her daughter.

"What did he say?" Brittany finally asked, her voice small and childlike.

Holly brushed a kiss across her forehead. "The doctor thinks maybe we should look into you going to talk to someone," she started and kissed Brittany's forehead again.

Brittany scrunched her face up in confusion. "Why do I need to talk to someone? I'm fine," she said. The last thing she needed was a shrink to confess her deepest and darkest secrets to.

Will turned from the window, "You're not fine," he said angrily, flashing back to the conversation in the kitchen.

Brittany winced at his anger, her cheeks beginning to reddened.

Holly glared at Will before turning back to her daughter. "Baby, you said some things in the kitchen that have your father and I concerned. You've been acting so distraught lately and you think you're hiding it, but we can see right through it," she explained gently.

Single tears started to fall from Brittany's eyes. She reached up to wipe them, sniffling as more formed. She couldn't believe she had lost her temper so much that she confessed one of the things she was most ashamed about to her parents. She wondered if they thought she was slut like the rest of the school did.

Will's heart broke at the sight of his daughter breaking down. He shook the anger from his body and rushed to the other side of his daughter, taking the place of her hand to wipe her tears. "We love you sweetheart, and we want you to be happy," he said, tears of his own falling to his cheeks.

"I," Brittany started but her throat began to tighten as she tried to get the words out. Each attempt was choked down and eventually she began to sob. Will and Holly formed a barricade around her, both holding her tight against them as she wept in their embrace.

"You can tell us anything baby," Holly encouraged, meeting Will's eyes as she spoke to their daughter.

Brittany covered her face with her hands, she was so distraught the tears fell right through the cracks between her fingers onto her lap. "I'm," she tried, but still couldn't form the words.

Will tightened his hold on his daughter, reaching a hand up to remove Brittany's hands from her face. She let out deep breaths, trying to regain her strength. "Britt," he said helplessly. He wished he could calm her, wished just his hold on her would relief all the pain she was feeling.

Brittany closed her eyes and took three deep breaths before looking up towards her parents. She knew it was now or never. She grabbed both of their hands, needing to feel their strength before sobbing out "I wrote a letter, read the letter," she said, pointing her shaking hands towards the bag her clothes were in.

She felt her parents hands tighten and she sobbed even more thinking they were going to disown her afterwards.

Holly pulled the jeans Brittany had been wearing from the bag and found a folded up note in the back pocket. She sat in the hospital chair next to the bed, beckoning Will over with her finger so they could read it together. He kissed Brittany's cheek and walked around the bed to stand behind his wife.

Brittany closed her eyes tightly, not wanting to see their reaction.

Dear Mom and Dad,

I've crumbled up about five different openings to this letter. With all the great things about our relationship (the closeness, the openness, the bond, the love), there is one thing you don't know about me. Something I've tried to escape or avoid because I never want you to look at me differently than the way you do now.

I've been wanting to tell you this for years. I would work up enough courage to say it and then lost it as soon as the words needed to come out.

I love men. I'm attracted to them and like kissing them. But there's a part of me that has those feelings about women too. I feel like I can't go on any longer without you knowing this about me. It feels like a dirty secret kept away in my head. I feel like because I keep this hidden I have a hard time with the rest of my life. I think these are issues that won't be resolved unless I let this out. I am bisexual.

You have to know this is the hardest thing I've ever done. It's just been bottle up in me for so long and I feel like I might explode if I don't let it out. It's extremely hard to put myself out here like this and I hope it won't change our relationship. I hope I haven't disappointed you or made you feel ashamed of me because that is the last thing I want. The only reason I am even telling you this is because I can't hold it in anymore. I can't and you've always been the two people I can always count on. I love you both and I'm telling you this because I love you and want you to know me for me. I do understand if you are disgusted and want to spend some time apart. I don't even know if I explained myself well, but I did try to let you in on what I've been feeling for a long time now. Now that I've admitted it to myself and now to you, maybe I'll finally be able to accomplish what I've wanted all along, to be happy.

Love,

Brittany

Brittany felt four arms wrap around her at once and she jumped at the contact. When kisses invaded her cheeks, she opened her eyes and felt herself smiling.

"We love you so much Brittany," Will whispered, pulling back to stroke his finger over Brittany's nose.

Holly smiled, kissing the spot he touched.

Brittany looked at them weary. "You do?" she asked, her voice almost non-existent.

Both parents chuckled. "Honey I'm so proud of you for having the guts to tell us this, but," she started and Brittany waited for the harsh words she thought would come. "But sweetheart we already knew," she answered.

Brittany's mouth dropped at the information. 'How could they have known?' she wondered.

Will laughed at her expression. "We aren't disappointed Britt, we could never be disappointed in you. Your heart is so big and you are such a wonderful person. We don't care who you love, as long as the person makes you happy."

Brittany's eyes lit up at their words, feeling as if a ton of bricks were released from her insides. "I love you guys so much," she said wiping tear from her eyes, only this time they were happy tears.

"We just have one question," Holly asked, looking to Will with knowing eyes.

Brittany nodded, "Sure, ask me anything."

"Is there something going on between you and Santana?" Will questioned.

Brittany's eyes widened as she swallowed a loud gulp.

Santana paced the waiting room floor, cursing the staff and their stupid rules. "Family only right now," she mumbled sarcastically to herself, repeating what the nurse told her every time she tried to break into Brittany's room.

Quinn watched her friend from the hard plastic seat she had been sitting in for three hours. She tried ever tactic to calm Santana down, but she knew nothing would help until Santana was seated next to Brittany. She refrained from telling the glee club about Brittany, not knowing if her friend wanted the rest of the crew knowing what happened. Instead, she had to hold it together for Santana and the Pierce's and be the rock they all needed to get through this.

Santana through her hands up in the air. "This is fucking ridiculous. It's been three hours. What the hell is going on," she yelled, not caring about the looks she received from the other waiting individuals.

Quinn jumped from her seat and grabbed Santana's arm, pulling towards the isolated hallway.

"What the heck Q," she yelled, stumbling over her shoes as she was dragged away.

"You're embarrassing me," Quinn yelled through gritted teeth, "Just sit down and shut up for a minute will you," she continued.

Santana scoffed. "You have some nerve, you know," she said.

Before Quinn could respond, she spotted Will making his way towards them.

"Hey girls," he said, placing a hand on each of their shoulders.

"How is she?" both of them asked at once.

Will smiled. "She's great. Everything is stable and she can go home probably in an hour," he said.

Santana breathed out a sigh of relief, clutching her hand to her heart. Will bit his lip and turned to Quinn. "Can I have a minute with San?" he asked gently. "You can go in and see Britt now," he added.

Quinn nodded politely and rushed in the direction of Brittany's room. Santana glared at her best friend's father. "Can't this wait Mr. P, I want to see Brittany," she said.

Will gently pushed her towards the only bench seat in the hallway. Santana sighed, waiting for him to say what he had to say. Will looked to the side thoughtfully, thinking of how to begin this conversation.

"You're like a third daughter to me Santana," he began trying to hold back the tears creeping up. He rubbed at his nose before meeting the girl's eyes. "You've always been the one me and Holly could count on to look out for Britt when we couldn't and you don't know how much we love you Santana," he continued.

Santana's eyes softened, knowing Brittany got her sensitive, emotional side from her father. She grabbed Will's hand and gave it a soft squeeze, urging him to continue.

"San, you've been hard headed your whole life, just like Brittany's been, well Brittany," he laughed. "I know you love my little girl, I see it in your eyes Santana, and I see it in your actions. You don't treat anyone else like the way you do Brittany, not even yourself," he said.

Santana's heart fell, she didn't like where this conversation was going. She knew she did a horrible job at hiding the feelings she had for Brittany, but she never thought people would acknowledge them. She hoped they would ignore it, make excuses for how close they were because of how young they were when they met. She pulled her hand from Will's, using it to pinch the skin on her wrist. She was getting uncomfortable.

"And just as you have been obvious to me and Holly, Brittany has as well," he added, watching the breakdown of Santana's emotions right in front of him, something she tried to her best to hide.

"What are you saying Will?" Santana asked, her voice shaky and hard.

Will grabbed her hand back and pulled on it to get her attention. "I'm saying it's okay to be in love with my daughter Santana. Because I know how much she loves you back," he said, leaning in to kiss her forehead. He squeezed her hands once more and got up, sending her one last loving glance before walking away.

Ragged breaths escaped her, not believing the words just spoken. She never expected Brittany to tell her parents about them. On one hand she was extremely angry, angry that Brittany would out her like that. But on another, she felt reconciliation, because it gave her hope for her own parents.

"Hey."

Brittany looked up from her hospital bed. She had been getting dressed and was tying her shoes when Santana walked in. She briefly smiled before returning to the task.

"My parents send their love. They both have important meetings, otherwise they would have been here," Santana tried, hoping she'd get more than a fake smile.

Brittany nodded again.

Santana sighed, knowing Brittany was still upset with her. She wished she had told Brittany her true feelings at the park. Maybe none of this would have happened then. She walked over and took a seat next to Brittany, gently lifting her by the chin so she would meet her eyes.

Brittany stared into the eyes she knew so well, her own glazed over with feelings of love and resentment. They both sat for minutes, Brittany waiting for Santana to speak and Santana thinking of how to begin.

Santana reached across the bed and grabbed Brittany's hand. "Britt I'm so sorry," she started, threading Brittany's fingers between her own.

Brittany only nodded, waiting for more. She needed to hear more because today wasn't like the others. Today was a time to change everything or move on.

Santana swallowed nervously. "I always knew I looked at you differently, even as a kid. Other kids annoyed me so much and even when we started becoming friends with Quinn I knew it was different. I always wanted to be near you, I still do," she admitted, her voice wavering with emotion.

Brittany smiled softly, knowing how hard it was to admit to something you were deathly afraid of.

"The first time you went in to kiss me, I panicked. Panicked because I had thought about doing it so many times before and never thinking it would actually happen. I thought I was the only one who thought about it. And when you went in for it so nonchalant, I thought 'wow maybe every girl thinks about this stuff,'" she said.

"Girls who like other girls think about that stuff Santana," Brittany said, tired of Santana denying who she really was.

Santana held up her hand. "Let me finish," she said gently.

Brittany nodded.

"The second our lips touched I knew I loved you more than a friend Brittany. Everything became clear and I was so overwhelmed because I felt like it wasn't normal. I was ashamed for liking it and afraid I wasn't going to be able to get it out of mind. And I wasn't. The more we kissed, the more I felt alive and when we started having sex I just knew. I knew sleeping with boys wasn't the same anymore. I've found girls attractive before you and those thoughts were easy to push away because I didn't know them. I could make excuses for why I was looking at them that way," she continued, feeling like she was rambling and not making any sense.

Brittany squeezed her hand for her to continue. She had never witnessed Santana like this before, so open and vulnerable.

"I just, I always admired how open you were with me about your sexuality. You don't care what people think," she said.

"I do though San," Brittany interrupted. "I never wanted my parents to know, and even though I seem confident about it, I'm really not. I'm terrified what people think about me. I hate walking into school after the weekends to hear people whispering about what I did with who," she yelled, working herself up again.

Santana moved in closer, wrapping her arms around Brittany in a hug. "Shhh," she whispered, rubbing her hand up and down Brittany's back.

Brittany nestled into the embrace, burying her face into the crook of Santana's neck.

"Britt," Santana whispered.

Brittany turned her head, touching her forehead against Santana's.

Their eyes meant, blue to brown, and both leaned in at the same time, softly bringing their lips together. Brittany's eyes closed first, relishing in the feeling of home. When Santana was with her she felt safe and peaceful. Soft breaths escaped in between kisses and eventually they pulled away.

"I want to be with you Brittany. I want to hold hands walking down the hallway and kiss without anyone batting an eye," she said. "But that's not gonna happen. People will talk behind our backs and say things to our faces, horrible things Britt," she continued, watching Brittany's face drop. "But if we're brave together, I think we'll be okay. In the past, one of us was always brave for the other, but we're never brave together B and I think if we can do that, me and you will rule the world," she finished, hoping that exposing herself to Brittany was the right thing to do.

Brittany took the words in. She never imagined a conversation like this with Santana. She thought they would continue their unspoken relationship for another year or so and one of them would eventually end it. She knew the past years have been tough on her, heart wrenching every time Santana didn't acknowledge her feelings towards her or walked away when Brittany tried expressing them. But she never thought of Santana's side, the side she just told.

"I've never felt more close to you than I do now," she said softly, pressing her nose to Santana's. "You don't know how happy I am that you opened up to me like this. I was at the end of my rope San, but you just extended it like a billion feet," she said making Santana chuckle.

Santana reached her hand up to brush away a strand of hair from Brittany's eyes. "So does that mean you wanna be brave with me?" she asked, her heart never have beat so fast.

Brittany smiled. "It's all I ever wanted San," she said, leaning into kiss the lips she longed for.

Santana smiled into the kiss, wrapping her hand through Brittany's hair and pulling her head towards her to deepen the kiss. Her tongue sneaked out and pushed its way into Brittany's mouth, needing to feel the connection she only felt with the girl in front of her. Both pulled back breathless, smiles adorning their face.

"I love you Brittany," Santana said out loud for the first time. Her heart felt light and now that she finally said what she wanted for so many years, she never wanted to stop.

"I love you Santana," Brittany replied and placed her lips back where they belonged.

The mood was much lighter on the way home from the hospital and Will even let Santana drive. They dropped Quinn off at home before going to Holly's parents to pick their other two children up. She and Will had dropped them off after Quinn's frantic phone call. Once home, even though they didn't have a full idea of what happened, Tommy and Jessica didn't put up a fight when their parents sent them to bed. Will ushered Brittany and Santana into the living room while Holly went into the kitchen to put the tea kettle on. The three sat in silence; Santana and Will watching Brittany bounce her leg up and down as if they were watching an Olympic race. When Holly brought the mugs of tea in, each grabbed one.

"So your mother and I just want to have a talk with the two of you," Will said, hoping some of his teaching tactics could get him through the conversation.

Holly smiled encouraging at the pair before sitting on the edge of the recliner Will was in and sliding next to him.

Santana gulped. Having this conversation, again for that matter was not something she wanted to do. She expressed herself to Brittany and that was hard enough. Placing her mug back on the table, she stood up.

"Sit down San," Will said firmly.

Santana looked to Brittany for help, trying to express with her eyes how much she didn't want to do this right now.

Brittany bit her lip in contemplation. On one hand she wanted everything out in the open but on the other she too didn't want to discuss what has been going on for the last five years. She looked up to Santana with encouraging eyes before gently grabbing her hand in her own. "It's okay," she whispered gently.

Santana let out an aggravated sigh, closing her eyes. She knew she never wanted to do this again so the more people here the better. "Can we call my parents over?" she asked shakily. It was now or never.

Will and Holly looked to one another surprised.

"Of course San," Holly said while grabbing her cell phone from her pocket.

Brittany's eyes widened at the suggestion. She pulled Santana down, wrapping her arm through Santana's in a comforting hold. "San are you sure?" she asked. She didn't think her going over Quinn's when she got upset would lead to all this.

Santana smiled softly. "It's alright Britt. I'm tired of hiding," she said sweetly, reaching up with her hand to brush her pointer finger down Brittany's cheek.

Brittany smiled back, leaning into the touch.

TBC

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