Thanks for all the follows & favorites and i love those reviews!
To the person that prompted this story: Hi! I'm glad you're liking it so far! And I dabbled with the idea of not including Sam, but I think for it to work with the whole wooing I intend on having Santana do, there needs to be more of a reason for it. Plus I would like to see Britt break up with a dude for Santana after the whole Artie fiasco in S2. [Shh. the Sam thing was totally not a spoiler, who knows if that will actually happen... ;)] anyways feel free to give me more ideas, and let me know if you approve of the direction of the story and all. This is totally your baby... I'm just raising it.
To everyone else: Enjoy chapter 2!
When Santana got to the fourth floor her dad was waiting for her by the elevators.
"So I assume you're staying for the weekend?"
It was Friday and Santana hadn't planned to come back home until next weekend, so she could play catch up on some papers that were due. Her father knew this and she could tell just by the look he was giving her.
"Yeah. I'm gonna stay here with Britt. I brought my laptop with me so I could get some work done while she sleeps though." She said, pointing to the messenger bag slung across her shoulder.
"As long as you don't miss anymore of your classes baby girl."
"I know." Santana responded while looking past here dad, eager to get back to Brittany's room.
Dr. Lopez took the hint and moved to the side to let his daughter pass. He had a nagging feeling in his gut that she wasn't going to be getting a whole lot of school work done while she was worrying about the girl he's come to know as a second daughter.
Santana tapped lightly on the door and when she heard no answer she let herself in. Brittany was asleep, just like Sam told her she would be.
Santana pulled her laptop out of her bag and took her seat, which was still pushed up against Brittany's bed. She opened her school email account and went through the papers that were due on Monday. There were only two, and another one due on Wednesday. Before she began her first paper she slipped her hand back into Brittany's and did her best to type what she could with one hand. Again she noticed Brittany visibly relax with the new contact.
It had been 3 hours and Santana was almost done with her second paper when she started to doze off. Her eyes were burning from looking at her computer screen for so long, but she had to do anything to keep her mind off of the sleeping blonde. She only looked up occasionally to make sure Brittany was still breathing peacefully.
Sometime later Santana felt her head being nudged. She moaned at the movement and lazily lifted her head that had found its place on Brittany's stomach in her sleep. The room was darker and outside she could see the moon shining in through the window casting a dim glow over the room.
She rubbed the sleep out of her eyes and made sure to wipe her mouth from any drool. She laid her head back onto Brittany's stomach. Maybe she should have felt weird about it but all she could focus on was Brittany smiling down at her.
"Hey sleepy head." Brittany sounded about as tired as Santana felt as she made lazy shapes on Santana's hand that she was still holding.
"How are you feeling?" Santana asked as she glanced at her watch noticing it was just past midnight.
"Hungry." The blonde answered automatically and Santana heard Brittany's stomach growl in agreement.
Santana sat up quickly and put her laptop down as she searched the room for anything that Brittany could eat.
"I'll go to the snack machine and get you something. Cheetos and a snickers?"
The blonde just smiled and nodded.
Santana came back a few minutes later with a small bag of Cheetos, a Snickers candy bar, 2 rice crispy treats, a bottle of water, and a coffee.
They ate in silence, Brittany giggling when Santana handed her the rice crispy treat. The first time either of them tried to make them on their own was at Brittany's house in the fifth grade and they had gotten melted marshmallow and rice crispies all over her kitchen. When Brittany's mom got home she yelled at them for 20 minutes before she finally tried one of their treats and decided the mess was worth it. Santana was always good at recipes.
Brittany's phone singing her rendition of "My Cup" interrupted their silence and Brittany struggled to get a hold of her phone that was resting on the edge of the bed.
"Here let me get that." Santana said as she reached across Brittany to retrieve her phone. Brittany quietly gasped when Santana's chest brushed against hers and the scent of the latina's shampoo wafted into her nose.
"Sorry" Santana mumbled, mistaking it for a noise of pain and cursing herself for not thinking about Brittany's injuries before she just basically crawled over her.
"It's okay. I don't hurt so much right now."
Santana sent her a soft smile as she handed her the phone, trying her best not to see who it was.
"It's a text from Sam." Brittany stated as if she could read Santana's thought. "He's just checking up on me and telling me good night."
Santana tried to act as if it didn't bother her but decided to occupy her mouth with another sip of her coffee rather than responding.
Brittany looked through her phone at the other texts that she had missed while she was sleeping.
One from Tina asking if she was okay, another from Finn telling her not to worry about coming into dance rehearsal for Regionals (to which she pouted, not thinking about missing glee as well as cheerios), 2 from her sister who was in Sweden for a student exchange program, and one from her parents telling her that they will try to make it up to the hospital before going to work tomorrow.
She didn't bother responding to any of them except a simple, "I'm Okay, San is here.", to her sister so she wouldn't worry.
"Tell Sam to watch out for those bed bugs." Santana said around the lip of her cup and mostly under her breath.
Brittany glared at her, "That's mean, you know he's allergic. Besides, I'm not texting him back right now. He probably thinks I'm sleeping anyways. I was just telling Chrissy not to worry."
Santana made an 'oh' face and took another sip of her coffee.
"You're not allowed to be jealous, you know? You're the one who told me to date other people."
"I know, I'm sorry. It just sucks. Let's not talk about that right now though. How's your leg feeling? Is it better now that they took it down?"
"Yeah but it itches really bad." Another pout.
"Well…" Santana said as she leaned forward and pulled back Brittany's blanket to get a better look at her leg, "… We can't go in there and scratch it yet because the stitches are still fresh. But, here."
Brittany was already smiling at the fact that Santana said, 'we', instead of 'you' when the Latina bent down and scratched at the top of Brittany's cast.
The cast covered her entire leg from her foot and ended about a third of the way up her thigh. Usually the casts go all the way up and even wrap around the stomach but with the way the bike hit her, the fracture was closer to the knee so they made her a special cast to put more coverage down there and less on her abdomen to lessen the discomfort. Her stomach and chest were pretty badly bruised, but would heal within a matter of weeks. The cast had to be on for at least 6 to 8 weeks.
Brittany felt her cheeks burn as Santana scratched along the edge of her cast, so close to where there was a surge of warmth now building. They hadn't touched this intimately in such a long time and Brittany missed the way Santana's skin felt on hers more than she thought.
"My Abuela taught me this trick, that if you can get just close enough to where you're itching and scratch around it, you're brain gets all confused and makes it go away a little. That's how she kept me from scratching at my mosquito bites in the summer."
"C-cool trick. It, um, it feels better." Brittany stuttered, getting more and more turned on each time Santana would pull her nails across her pale skin, in every direction trying to get as much skin as she could.
It wasn't until Santana was wrapping her hand around Brittany's upper thigh and stroking her nails just under her butt, when Brittany coughed and twitched her leg, causing a lighting bolt of pain to shoot through it. She winced and Santana immediately pulled back and called for a nurse.
"She's hurting! Give her more Morphine! Or anything! Vamos!" Santana yelled and clapped her hands at the stunned nurse as soon as she walked into the room. The nurse was a little taken aback at Santana's insistence but spoke as calmly as ever.
"She's on a scheduled drip Miss Lopez. She's not due for another dose for 20 minutes."
Santana would have smirked in any other situation, obviously her dad had made sure to let all the nurses on this floor know that his daughter was here.
"I don't give a fuck when she's scheduled to get it, give her some now! Afores I take this steaming coffee and toss it all up in your grill, got it?"
"San…" Brittany whined. "Calm down. It's already starting to feel a little better. I just moved it the wrong way. I probably just woke it up and it got cranky."
The nurse took this opportunity to slowly back out of the room.
"I'm sorry Britt." Santana said as she narrowed her eyes on the now empty space in front of her where the nurse should be. She sighed and turned around towards the blonde. "I know you don't like it when I go all Lima Heights, I just don't like it when you're hurt." Santana admitted with sad eyes as she slowly made her way back to Brittany's side and propped her hands on the bed to rest her head.
"I know that. You were just trying to help. Thank you, Santana." Brittany said and placed a small kiss on a tan forehead.
Santana shuttered and tears started forming in her eyes again. Why was Brittany being so nice to her? She didn't get it.
"I'm so sorry Britt-Britt." She choked out.
"I already told you it's okay. You just get like an angry lioness sometimes."
"No not about that, well I mean, that too. But I'm sorry about your accident. I should have been there. I thought that it would be weird if I came, but I wanted too and I should have just gone. I'm so sorry." She apologized as she wiped her eyes on the sleeves of her shirt.
"And you would have what? Jumped onto the tracks and stopped my bike from crashing?" Brittany asked jokingly.
Santana looked up at the smirk on Brittany's mouth before hanging her head again in defeat. Honestly it didn't matter what Brittany had to say. Whether it was her fault or not she already had her mind made up that she was going to make up for it.
"This wasn't your fault. It was mine and that stupid bike's. I knew I should have gotten a new one last year. I was just going too fast and couldn't brake the way I was supposed too. Not because you didn't show up."
In the back of Brittany's mind she knew that she was a little disoriented being there with Sam instead of Santana. She almost felt the need to show off and then when she hit a good trick and looked to the sidelines, expecting to see Santana's congratulatory smile but seeing Sam's goofy impressed one instead… she was a little off her game. Not that she would ever admit that to Santana, of course.
"Are you sure?" Santana asked through gasps for breath, her crying slowing down.
"Positive." Brittan lied. "And you know what? I'm glad you weren't there." She stated matter of factly.
Santana's head jolted up and she searched Brittany's eyes, wondering what she meant. Sure she didn't deserve Brittany's kindness, but she was never mean like that. Brittany immediately spoke up to defend her statement after seeing the hurt in those deep brown eyes.
"I'm glad because I wouldn't want you to see me get that hurt. You would have been so worried and I would have felt even worse. Because as much as you hate to see me hurt, I hate to see you hurt and worry even more…." Brittany smiled until Santana's face softened and her smiling was matching her own. "That… and you might have gone all Hulky Snixxx on anyone that moved me the wrong way and thrown my bike and hurt someone else. You get a little crazy sometimes."
"Yeah…" Santana rolled her eyes at the truth in Brittany's statement. She does get a little crazy sometimes, a lot crazy in fact, especially when it comes to Brittany.
"It's okay. I still love you."
"You do?" Santana asked, not so sure if that was true or not.
"Always." Brittany nodded as if it were common knowledge. "Climb up here and fall asleep with me?"
"Britt… I don't think—" The moment Brittany put on her infamous pout Santana was already struggling to get into the small bed with Brittany with out hurting her. "Okay."
Before she was adjusted she made sure Brittany didn't need anything else.
"No I'm fine, I just need you to lay with me… and kiss me on my cheek." Brittany responded with a cheeky grin, expecting Santana to get all flustered and just tell her good night. But before she could even blink Santana's lips were pressed against her cheek in a warm show of affection. Santana pulled back and scrunched up her eyebrows before dipping Brittany's head down and slowly leaning in towards Brittany's eye, giving her enough time to close it, before she kissed her cut like a whisper. Like maybe her lips could make it go away or heal faster.
When Santana finally did pull away and looked at Brittany she could have sworn her eyes were just a shade brighter than they were when they first opened earlier that evening. Santana was the first to look away and nuzzle into Brittany's shoulder, trying to get comfortable. Her thoughts buzzing about how much she loved this girl who was next to her and how stupid she was for letting her go. In the moment when she kissed the cut above Brittany's eye, she made a silent vow to herself that she would do whatever necessary to get Brittany back to being hers and only hers.
There wasn't much room for them both to sleep comfortably, but for some reason they both got the best sleep either of them had in weeks, all snuggled together. One girl sick with worry and guilt and the other with a bruised and banged up body.
Dr. Lopez went into the room one last time before his shift was over to check on the girls and snapped a photo of them sleeping. They were both smiling in their sleep and Santana was holding on loosely to Brittany's torso, but clinging to her all the same. Dr. Lopez ignored the rules about sharing the bed as he smiled to himself and thought about the first time he saw them in a similar position.
They had fallen asleep on the couch while watching a movie as little girls, and despite Mrs. Lopez's concerns about leaving them there, Santana's dad knew that they'd never been more comfortable.