Brittany's POV
I sat waiting for a little while with Quinn, nervously tapping my foot.
"You don't have to be nervous"
I tried to smile I think it came off as a grimace.
She laughed, "She just a person"
"She's Holly Holiday one of the best country singers ever"
Quinn laughed again, "Well I wont argue there but she still is just a person and speaking of she's coming this way"
"Hello Brittany, hot stuff"
"Hey mom" Quinn said getting up to give her a hug.
"Hi" I managed to squeak out
Holly smirked, "So you are the rider my girls are so interested in"
I shrugged unsure of how to respond to that.
"You do talk right"
"She's just a little socked I think mom"
I smiled gratefully at Quinn but managed to find my voice, "Yeah I actually only met them last night and I didn't really have a chance to talk to San…tana"
I blushed at my own fumble with her name and both blonds smirked.
"BRITTANY"
I turned in panic at my name only to see it was Rachel and I rolled my eyes.
"Calm down nothing happened I'm fine"
"Thank god I was so worried"
I smiled and gave her a hug glancing over her head I saw Quinn's eyes travel the length of Rachel's body then come back up. She blushed furiously seeing she had been caught which didn't go unnoticed by her mother.
I gave her a smirk before letting go of Rachel, "I'm gonna grab some coffee or tea any one want anything?"
"I'll go with you", Holly said
We walked in relative silence to the elevator until she finally broke it, "My daughter likes you"
"Oh" wow smooth Peirce lets sound as dumb as possible.
"You don't need to be nervous I'm not going to do anything to you"
I smiled, "I just… I like her too"
She nodded seemed to like my answer.
"I really didn't mean for her to get hurt though honest I would have taken the hit"
She smiled again, "I'm sure but San would never have let you, she's like that always doing more than she needs to and always being stupid"
I shrugged unsure what to say.
"She needs to grow up she can't keep doing these things I worry all the time, one of these times one of those stunts is actually going to kill her"
"How many times has she been in the hospital?"
"More than I can count and she's broken so may bones I'm not sure there are any left that she hasn't"
"Doing what?"
"Surfing, wakeboarding, skiing, snowboarding, cliff diving, I don't even know what else right now, she's fallen from horses" She sighed, suddenly looking much older.
"Sorry I don't mean to throw this on you just I want her to be safe and I just feel like she never will be…god I hate…"
She didn't finish the thought but I could tell there was more to what she was talking about.
By the time we got down to the cafeteria we had moved on to lighter topics and I managed to keep the conversation going. I got hot chocolate and she picked up coffee for herself and Quinn and I grabbed a tea for Rachel.
Back in the waiting area I heard Rachel laughing and we turned the corner to find both Rachel and Quinn doubled over in hysterics. Holly smiled next to me and joined them. I dropped Rachel's tea off then went in search of Santana's room.
I glanced in the window when I found it. A bandage covered the cut on her forehead, and she looked peaceful lying there with out a care in the world. I couldn't help the smile that played at my lips while watching her. I slowly opened the door and sat next to her bed and wrapped my fingers around her hand. When she stirred I tried to detangle my fingers but she only grasped them harder. Her eyes fluttered opened and instantly found mine. She smiled at me and I couldn't stop the smile from forming on my own lips. It's ridiculous to get this felling so soon after meeting her but there's this twinge in the pit of my stomach when she does anything.
"You didn't have to stay"
I nodded, "I wanted to"
She smiled brightly at me and sat up a little straighter in the bed.
"Your mom is really worried about you" I said to break the silence.
She rolled her eyes but there was a smile playing at her lips.
"She say's you get hurt a lot"
"Yeah I like to do things for fun I'm kinda an adrenalin junky"
I nod I know the high of doing something crazy but I'm still carful it doesn't sound like she is.
"That doesn't mean you can't be carful when you're doing those things"
She grimaces but nods in agreement. I know for sure I'm missing something now I just don't know what it is.
When Holly walked into San's room I decided it was time to go. I excused myself and went to go find Rachel. I found her still in conversation with Quinn and I practically had to drag her away.
"You are smitten"
She sighed at me but the smile gave her away.
"Britt she's great like perfect in every way"
"Well good for you I'm happy for you"
She smiles broadly at me and I can't help but feel a little jealous I want to be that happy.
"So what did you learn about her?"
"Are you asking about Quinn or are you asking about what Quinn told me about Santana?"
I blushed, she knew me way too well.
"Well I learned that they are not actually related by blood. Santana was kicked out of her home at 14 when she told her parents she was gay and Quinn was kicked out when her parents found out she was pregnant at 15 and they ended up in the system together and became friends and their father was the attending doctor to her pregnancy anyways they adopted them both and they've been with them ever since."
"Why did they adopt San?"
"Quinn wouldn't go unless they did Santana was her only friend when she was going through her pregnancy"
I nodded. Biting my lower lip I contemplated the few things I knew about Santana. There was something more beyond the kicking out and the adoption there was clearly a bigger problem I could sense it and I wanted to do something about it but I couldn't if she didn't tell me what it was.
I sighed as I laid down on my bed in the hotel room I was glad that they had pushed back the races a day but it meant that I had time to think about other things and that was never good. All kinds of thoughts were bombarding me after my talk with Rachel. Deciding I wouldn't be able to just sit and do nothing I pulled on a swimsuit and headed down to the pool and slid into the hot tub.
The warm water didn't calm my mind but it made me more comfortable while thinking about all my thoughts.
By the time I was a prune and completely over heated I came to the conclusion that Santana was a closed up box and some one had put the tap across the top but I was determined to tear it away and bring the contents out into the world again.