They arrived at the hospital. Brittany never liked hospital, indeed no one must like it, right? Mostly it was occupied with people suffering being them patients or their relatives and friends. Even TV series on hospitals displeased her. She reached the desk with a receptionist looking bored while reading a gossip magazine.

"Excuse me, I need a Doctor to check my wrist." the lady shot an annoyed face and pointed to a paper on the desk.

"Fill out the sheet." and went back to her reading.

Quinn took the sheet and directed both of them to sit on nearby chairs. Brittany couldn't write the information on her own so Quinn helped her. All the time she got lost on thoughts wondering if Santana would be mad at her around town and it ached more than her wrist. A song distracted her while Quinn searched for her phone.

"Hello?... What happened?... No, I'm at the hospital... Calm down, nothing's wrong. I'm with Brittany... She's ok too, just twisted her wrist... Right now?" she looked at Brittany who was nodding. "Ok, I'll get there in ten."

"What's up?" she knew it was Rachel calling. No one could interrupt Quinn as much time as Rachel without earning a good manners speech.

"Rachel wants me to help her choose her outfit for a premiere of something. But I don't really need to go if you need me here." She knew Quinn wasn't pleased with the situation but she wasn't going to say no to Rachel, if she needed help she would help her.

"Don't worry, I'll call you when I get home." with that they hug and Quinn exited the hospital.

Brittany handed out the sheet for the receptionist and waited for almost 30 minutes before she got called by a Doctor. He did an X-ray exam and saw it was really broken, he directed her to wait on a different room so he could put a cast on her wrist.

To get on the waiting room she had to pass through the pediatric wing. Many of the childrens were lying on the bed and watching TV, some with their parents, some alone. Every room had beautiful flowers coloring the ambient and balloons. On one of those rooms she recognised the dark brown hair putting down the flowers and balloons.

"Hey!" she said on her lowest tone.

Santana turned around looking confused about the person directing to her and then it hit Brittany that the brunette was angry with her and that they kissed and that she felt like she needed Santana in her life and so many other 'ands'.

"Hi." Santana replied with an equally quiet voice and did a little awkward wave.

"Is he your relative?" she pointed to the boy sleeping on the room.

Santana shook her head no and pointed to the door signaling for them to exit the room. As Brittany walked out Santana planted a kiss on the boy's cheek and placed a candy next to the flowers. Brittany watched it in awe, the scene was beautiful full of kindness and care.

"What are you doing here, Britt?" the brunette crossed her arms defensively.

"Oh, I broke my wrist. I was on my way to put on a cast the moment I saw you in there."

"Does it hurt?" she sounded concerned.

"My wrist doesn't." but other things did hurt her.

"Come on, I'll lead you to the waiting room." they walked side by side in silence.

When they got there, they sat down and waited for a while when the Doctor called her name.

"Please, could you stay? I want to talk to you. I know you must have places to go and people to see but I really need to talk to you. If you don't have the time it's ok. Yet I must warn you that I'm going to show up at the flower shop till I talk to you." Santana simply nodded and crossed her legs. Brittany took it as a 'I'll stay'.

Once when she was little she broke her leg and the Doctor let her pick the colour of her cast. It was the most difficult thing she had to deal with. This time he just put a white one. She decided she herself was going to color it. And the most difficult thing at the moment was the talk she was going to have with the other girl.

She walked out of the room anxious to see if Santana was still there. But the waiting room was empty. Monday she was going to the flower shop. As she signed more papers and walked out of the hospital Brittany saw a girl running towards her and shouting her name. It was Santana.

"Britt, wait. I didn't leave, I mean I did leave but I'm still here." she was holding a single flower which Brittany didn't know the name. Santana offered the flower. "It's a peony, it symbolize good health."

Brittany couldn't believe that girl existed. "Thank you, San!" she smelled the flower. "Can we talk?" Santana hesitated and finally nodded. "There's a tea place nearby, I'm not a big fan of the traditional coffee."

As they walked Brittany decided to break the silence. "What were you doing here?"

"I come here every weekend and bring the flowers that won't survive till Monday. The kids really like them."

"That's the nicest thing I've ever heard." she smiled and Santana shyly shared a smile too.

"And what about your wrist?" Santana pointed to the cast.

"I was on my apartment and I fell down." it sounded dumb.

They entered the tea house and sat on a table in the corner of it. As Brittany was struggling to pull out the coach Santana immediately helped her. "Thanks." she earned a smile back. They ordered their teas.

"San, why did you left the restroom?" it came out before Brittany realised her thoughts became audible words.

"Look, Britt I don't like to interfere relationships even though in the past I may have had my anti-cupid times. But I'm not like it anymore."

"I'm not in a relationship. With anyone." Santana's face lit up behind her poker face. "But I have a person in mind. And I'm pretty sure that Quinn had her eyes on Puck and vice-versa."

The tea was served. Santana looked weird like an undecided person, she kept stirring the tea and looking out of the window.

"My daisies are dying. You said you'd help me." the brunette smiled. "She's not too far from here. Could you come with me?"

"Hmmm, ok. But I need to get my car at the hospital."

Brittany paid for the bill and got a full time protest from Santana. On the parking lot Santana opened the door of a blue 67 Impala with the back seat full of flowers. Brittany noticed the car had a stick, she'd never drove a car with a stick.

"I hope you don't have allergy to plants." she giggled.

"Me neither. That's a great car!"

"My father gave it to me when I got into college. He got terrified when I dropped out."

"I dropped out too!" they laughed.

I do not own glee.

I'd say which college they attended but I have no idea about USA's University besides Yale, Harvard, MIT and Brown. And I don't think they would have attended those ones.

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