"Are you coming? She may be very small, but I can only hold so much… especially up stairs, so I need your help." Quinn narrowed her eyes at Brittany.
"Don't tell me you're still mad at her. She didn't mean to. You know her when she gets drunk. She's either hysterical, or she's mad. You should be used to this now." Quinn still stared at Brittany.
"I… Uh, I don't remember." Brittany looked to the ground finding it very interesting.
Quinn continued to narrow her eyes. "Alright… well, the asshole Puck thought it would be a good idea to give a distraught woman booze and weed. She drank a lot and smoked a shit load. I didn't even think it was possible for a small person to consume that much alcohol. I'm surprised she's still alive…"
Brittany shot her head up. "She…she can't die!" Tears were starting to form.
"Whoa, hold up Cedes. She's not dying. She's heartbroken and she shouldn't be drinking or doing drugs. It's not her fault she kinda through the bottle at you. You did keep mentioning Brittany." Quinn said sternly.
"I did? What did I say to her?" Brittany wanted to know what other people thought. Not really sure where her questions were coming from but just allowing the word vomit.
"Well, you kept saying it was Brittany's loss, and how she was stupid, and how she just dropped everyone and it wasn't right." Quinn look apologetically.
"Why'd she get upset though?" Brittany wasn't sure why Santana was upset. All Mercedes said was right.
"Because Cedes. She's sensitive right now. She loves Brittany. To be honest, I don't even think she's mad at her. I think San blames herself. You should hear her when she's sleeping… or when I actually get her to sleep." Quinn rolled her eyes.
"She doesn't sleep?" Brittany's heart was beating out of her chest. Quinn's words were sinking in. She blames herself. Oh, god!
"Nope. She's always either staring at the ceiling or crying. I have to hold her to get her to calm down. I've never seen her like this. Not even when Brittany was dating Artie, and I thought that was rough. But this is different. Brittany up and left without a word and not even her parents are telling us where she went."
Fuck…
"mmmmmm" Quinn and Brittany whipped their heads to where the sound was coming from.
"mmm…head…ughhhhh"
"San, stay still. Don't move." Quinn ran to Santana to help prevent her from hurting herself.
Santana started to stir again and tried to lift herself up without much success.
"Santana, please just stay still. If you move too quick, you're going to get sick." Brittany said while walking towards the stairs where Santana was laying on the floor.
Santana shot up, looked pale, and ran into the restroom.
"Oh fuck, I'll go check on her. Can you call Tina?"
Tina? Why Tina?
"Uh.. Sure." Brittany said trying to figure out why Quinn would want her to call Tina.
Better just call to see what's up.
*Ring* *Ring* *Ring*
"Hey Cedes. How's S?" Tina sounded genuinely concerned.
"She's puking her brains out. Quinn wanted me to call you. Not sure why though…"
"Oh, are you okay? Did you drink too?"
I'm betting she has the same confused expression as Quinn did when I first woke up.
"Yeah, I'm fine. Just don't remember much. I think I'm catching a bug, that's all."
"Mmmhmm. Okay. Well just tell Quinn I'll be there soon."
"Huh? Why?" Brittany was still sooo confused.
"You must really be outta it," Tina chuckled. "Well, it's the rule. If she calls, I usually go over to see Santana. She listens to me and we're not sure why, but it's like I'm a magic charm." Brittany could feel the smirk on Tina's face.
"Just get over here." Brittany was irritated. She used to be that magic charm.
"I'm here!" Tina said rushing into the bedroom.
After getting off the phone, Brittany helped Quinn clean up the hung over Latina and put her into bed.
"She seems to be asleep." Tina looked at Quinn.
Quinn nodded. "Yeah, we just got her to sleep. She's really hung over. T, this is bad. She wouldn't stop going on about Brittany. We need to do something. I'm scared she's going to do something to harm herself. Yesterday she went to see Mrs. Pierce and she wouldn't tell Santana anything."
"I think it's because Brittany didn't want anyone to know where she went." Brittany chimed in.
Quinn and Tina narrowed their eyes at Brittany.
"Duh," Tina looked at the sleeping brunette. "Even though I don't agree with Santana's thinking, I just think what Britt did was selfish. After everything San's been through for her. She came out-"
"More like forced out. Thanks to Hudson." Quinn rolled her eyes with disgust.
"Yes, but she came out, she professed her love to Brittany to everyone. She went public when she wasn't ready because Brittany threated to leave San. It just wasn't right that she put her entire soul and heart on the line and did all this stuff for Brittany, but Brittany just walked away. It's like some sick mind game B played. It pisses me off to just think about it." Tine said shaking her head.
"Maybe Brittany thought it was the best decision?" Brittany said looking at the ground.
They're right. I didn't even think about that stuff. I only thought about… myself.
Brittany hung her head down in defeat.
"Cedes, do you really think that? Brittany may not have been the smartest person, but when it comes to people and emotions, Brittany is a freaking genius. You would think she'd see the hurt she'd cause San. It just seems so impulsive." Quinn was confused at Mercedes' constant sticking up for Brittany.
"Will you guys just shut the fuck up. I don't want to hear her name. She left me. She wanted to follow her stupid dreams. She didn't even see me in those dreams. My dreams revolved around her. No… they included her. This is all my fault. I pushed her away. I should have come out earlier, I should have told her how I felt earlier." Santana said looking at her hands.
"That's not true S. Look, it's not your fault. What's your fault is what you're doing now. You're drinking, you're doing drugs, you're not eating properly… you're not you. You're not going to get over her in a snap, but you've got to try. We're here for you, no matter what. You just can't keep putting yourself through this. You haven't lost us. We're still here and we're going to be here till the end. We love you, we love all of you Satan." Santana giggled at the nickname.
"Thanks T. Really, I mean it. You're not so bad Cohen-Chang."
"I try Lespez." Santana looked up with a smirk on her face.
"She smiles!" Quinn says playfully.
"Yeah, yeah. I still have this killer headache. And I still feel the alcohol in my system. I'm never drinking that much ever again!" Santana buried her face into her hands.
"BRITTANY!"
Brittany grunted,
"WAKE THE FUCK UP!"
Brittany turned around ignoring the pushes from the person next to her.
"QUINN!"
"Shut up." Brittany mumbled into the pillow.
"Shut up? Shut up? Fuck you!" Santana pushed Brittany off the bed.
"What the fuck S?" Brittany got off from the floor and stormed into the bathroom.
"What's up S?" Quinn said entering the bedroom. She was rubbing the sleep out of her eyes.
"So. Much. Fucking. Pain." Santana hissed through clenched teeth.
Quinn's eyes shot wide open.
"What? What's wrong?" She rushed to the bed.
"Stomach hurts!" Tears were rolling down the brunette's face.
"Shit, I'm calling an ambulance. Wait here." The smaller blonde ran out the door.
Who the fuck does she think she is? She can't just fucking push me off the bed! Brittany thought to herself while looking in the mirror in the bathroom.
We really should get this fixed. Referring to the broken mirror.
"They're on their way. Where's Britt? Why didn't she help?" Quinn sounded pissed.
"I fucking tried! She just rolled over! Ahhh! Fucking hurts! Then I told her to get up, but no! So I pushed her off the bed and she went into the bathroom." Santana was crying and hissing in pain.
*knock* *knock*
"Be right back." Quinn went to get the door.
"San, be nice." Quinn eyed Santana.
"Just make the pain go away!" Santana yelled.
"Ma'am, we're going to take you into the hospital. Just calm down and we're going to figure out what's wrong." One paramedic said.
"Make sure the baby is okay, please." Quinn begged the other paramedic.
"Please. I don't care about me, just take care of the baby." Santana sobbed out.
"S, I'll meet you at the hospital. I'm gonna tell Brittany what's happening."
"Just fucking hurry! She may have pissed me off, but I fucking love her and I'm scared. Please just come as fast as you can!" Santana said while the paramedics where helping her out of the apartment.
Once the door was shut, Quinn started pounding the door furiously. "Brittany Susan Pierce open the fucking door right now!"
The door opened.
"What Fabray!"
Quinn shoved Brittany into the bathroom. Brittany looked like she was about to say something but Quinn beat her to it.
"What the fuck Pierce! Did you not fucking hear Santana calling your name? Did you not hear her pleading for you to wake up? Did you?" Quinn yelled at Brittany.
"Of course I did! But it's way too fucking early to be up!"
"Oh really? Did you even bother to ask why she was screaming your name?"
"Uhh…"
"Did you even bother to ask how she was feeling?"
Brittany looked at the floor.
"She's heading to the fucking hospital! She's in fucking pain Brittany! That's why she called you!" Quinn shoved Brittany again.
Luckily, Brittany caught her own footing and prevented herself from falling.
"Fuck! Quinn! We have to go!"
Quinn scoffed. "Ya think? God, I swear nothing better happen to the baby because of your dumbass!"
Brittany's eyes widened in fear.
"The baby! I forgot! Fuck!" Brittany was in tears.
Quinn rolled her eyes. "Yeah the baby! Your baby!"
Brittany started to panic, "Santana and the baby…."