Author's Note: I do not own Glee , so please don't sue me.
Sorry I haven't updated in awhile, applying to college, and life is bat crazy.
Some spoiler/my own spin from "I Kissed A Girl" episode.
Reminder that this fanfic has darker elements in it.
Also there are changes in POV, and a couple things in Spanish.
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The drive to the hospital was silent. The only thing that could be heard was the hum of Kurt's SUV. No one talked, no one said a single word, and even the radio was dead silent. The silence was present until they walked through the Emergency Room doors'. It was crowded, loud, and busy, it was chaos.
When Anna heard the doors open she glanced over to see a familiar group of teenagers, all of them had fear, worry, and shock in their eyes and on their faces. Anna let out an exasperated sigh; she knew exactly what they were going through. She got understood exactly what they were going through. She got up quietly and walked over to Brittany, Blaine, and Kurt, and greeted them with silence. After a moment of standing in silence, Brittany asked the question that was one everyone's mind, "How is she?"
Anna shook her head before sighing, "She's okay now, but she lost a lot of blood and she did a lot of damage to herself." Anna paused to look at all their faces: Kurt's jaw was clenched tight, Blaine looked like he had been just been punched in the gut, and Brittany had tears streaming down her cheeks. Anna took another look at Brittany, "They won't let any of see her until we have been given written consent by a family member. Her doctor understands the situation, so he won't notify her parents if he can notify someone else. Is there anyone else they can call Brittany?" Brittany nodded. "Who?"
"Her abuela," Brittany stated in whisper.
When she had gotten the call from the hospital that her only granddaughter had been in a serious accident, she raced to the hospital. Alma Lopez ran through the Emergency Room doors' as fast as her legs would carry her. When she entered the chaotic waiting room, she was greeted by a tall blonde woman. She explained that she, her son, and Brittany had been the one who had found Santana. Alma furrowed her brow when she heard "found Santana."
The woman talked for a few more minutes before Alma cut her off. "I appreciate you talking to me, but I would like to see my granddaughter." The woman nodded, and told her what was Santana's room number was. The old woman nodded before she left to go see her granddaughter. When she final reached Santana's room, she took a deep breathe, not knowing what state she would Santana in, before opening the door.
Santana had been sleeping when she heard the door open, after a moment she heard a gasp, and a familiar one at that. Santana slowly opened her heavy eyelids. It took a moment for her vision to come into vision, but when it did it blurred again from her tears. Standing in front of her was her abuela was staring at her wrist, "Abuela," the young Latina choked before tears began to freely cascade down her cheeks.
Alma Lopez stared at her granddaughters forearms. Thick white bandages that started at her wrists and extended up the entire length of her arm. She could see a faint red stripe, slowly becoming darker, forming in the middle of her fore arm. She heard her granddaughter call her out, and for a moment she cannot respond. She stares for a moment longer before she looks at her granddaughter in the eye and asked, "Why Santana? Why would you do this to yourself?" Alma felt a tear fall down her cheek as she sat on the bed next to her granddaughter.
She watched Santana shake her head as tear began to flow freely from her eyes, every tear was a waterfall. She watched as Santana tried to cover her tears with hands, but she wasn't able to due to the fact that she had restraints around her wrist. She watched as Santana tugged on them, trying to wipe away her tears but failing every time, becoming more and more frustrated. Alma saw her frustration, and was sympathetic; she took her thumb and gently brushed tears from Santana's cheek. She smiled at her granddaughter, telling her everything was going to be okay. She watched as the young Latina began to calm down, she also noticed the courage building up in her, she knows Santana is going to tell her why she hurt herself.
Eventually, Santana can feel the tear stop. She no longer felt the need to tug at her restraints. Santana took a deep breathe. "Abuela?"
The elder woman gave her a warm smile, "Sí, Santana?"
"¿Sabes por qué no te he visitado recientemente?" (Do you know why I haven't visited you recently?) Her abuela shook her head.
"Abuelita, I haven't visited you because I have been living with Mrs. Anderson and her son Blaine."
"That tall blonde woman?" Santana nodded her head. "¿Por qué?" (Why?)
Santana took deep breathe, and hoped for the best. "My parents threw me out because I told them I'm gay. Abuelita, Brittany is more than my best friend, she's my girlfriend." Santana looked at her abuela, her face was blank. "Say something, please."
Santana watched the old woman shake her head before she asked, "Do you love her?" Santana nodded. "Is this why you attempted suicide?"
"It's more complicated than that."
"Explain."
"I told a guy, who I thought was my friend, and he shouted that I should come out of the closest, in the middle of a crowded hallway at school. Apparently, one of Sue's opponents found out, and is using my sexual orientation as material for his latest commercial. When I woke up this morning, I turned on the TV and saw it," Santana felt a tear rolled her cheek. "I wasn't ready for that. So I walked into the kitchen and… Do you hate me Abuelita?"
The older Latina shook her head, "No I don't hate you. How could anyone hate you?" she said with a smile.
"My parents do," Santana said with defeat.
Alma shook her head. "Alexandro and Maria have always been religious and extremely conservative, and I still don't know why. What they did was wrong Santana. They turned their back on their own flesh and blood, they don't deserve you."
Santana smiled, "Gracias Abuelita."
"It will never be a problem. Now do you want me to get your girlfriend for you?" Santana nodded. Alma smiled, "Good, I'll be right back. Te amo Santana, siempre." (I love you Santana, always)
When Brittany walked into Santana's room, she saw her girlfriend sitting on the bed, as a nurse changed her bandages. Brittany caught a glimpse of the stiches that ran the length of Santana's entire forearm. "Hi," Brittany said in a whisper.
Santana flashed her a warm gentle smile, "Hi, do you want to sit down?" Brittany nodded as she sat in the chair adjacent to the bed.
The two girls sat in silence as they waited for the nurse to finish changing Santana's bandages. Once the nurse had left, they sat in uncomfortable awkward silence. "Why did you do it Santana?"
Santana let out a loud sigh, she was expecting this. "I couldn't take it. I just couldn't take the fact that: I had been thrown out of the house by my parents, been outed at school, and I had been outed to the entire world." Santana felt another wave of tears crash against her cheeks. "I had just gotten up and was making coffee, when I turned on the TV and the commercial appeared. Britt, I don't know how but somehow slithering Salazar Sauce found out that I was a lesbian, and so he decided that my sexual orientation to be the material for his campaign commercial." Santana couldn't hold it in anymore, she began to sob. She tugged at her restraints; all she wanted to do was curl into a ball and have Brittany hold her. As if Brittany had read her mind, she whispered, "I'll be right back. I'm going to see if we can get you out of these, and then I'll come back and we'll cuddle. Does that sound good to you San?" Santana nodded her head. "Okay," Brittany said with a smile, before she got up and left the room.
When Brittany exited the room, she looked for the nurse who had just changed Santana's bandages, but instead she found her doctor. She walked up to him and explained what was happening. She could see his reserve as she talked about releasing Santana from the restraints , so she suggested that he or someone else could stay in the room to make sure she wouldn't herself again, and with that he agreed to release Santana from her restraints.
Santana didn't like that a doctor had to be in the room when her restraints off, however, she did liked the fact that her girlfriend was spooning her, and that made her feel happy.
Over the next few days, Santana had multiple people coming in and out of her room. Ranging from her Abuela, and Anna to Blaine and Kurt, from the Trouble Tones to the New Directions, from nurses to doctors, and from psychologists to her girlfriend. Santana wanted to leave this chaotic place, and go home with Anna and Blaine. However, since she attempted suicide, she had to be declared sane, and no threat to herself or other. For that to happen, she had to have therapy session once a day every day for at least a week, with Dr. Muse.
Santana didn't actually mind these sessions, she liked Dr. Muse, she was cool; what she hated is that she had to go to these sessions; she just wanted to go home. Santana let out a sigh before she walked into Dr. Muse's.
When Santana entered the room, she saw Dr. Muse sitting behind her desk, she was scribbling something on a piece of paper. "Hey Doc," Santana said with a smirk as she sat own on the black leather couch. Santana watched the young woman with auburn hair shake her head and laugh as she rolled her hazel eyes. Santana would be lying if she said that she didn't think Dr. Muse was hot, but she was in love with Brittany, and she was all she needed.
After a minute, Dr. Muse grabbed her tape recorder and moved to the black leather chair in front of her desk. As she sat down, she pressed record. "So Santana, how are you?"
Santana let out a laugh, "I'm not suicidal, if that's what you're asking?"
"I know you're not Santana; if you were, you would be in restraints." Dr. Muse, jabbed back, she knew Santana was deflecting.
Santana smiled before she answered Dr. Muse's question, "Honestly, I want to go home."
Dr. Muse furrowed her brow, "With your parents?"
The young Latina shook her head, "That residence stop being my home when they threw me out. My home is with Blaine and Anna Anderson."
"Have you considered living with your grandmother?"
"I did, after I came out to her. It would be nice to be with family again, but…"
"But?"
"I think I am better off living with the Anderson's, I don't know they're like… the family I never had."
Dr. Muse nodded before she asked her next question. "How does Brittany fit into that picture?"
Santana rolled her eyes, "You know that already."
Dr. Muse smirked, "Remind me... and my tape recorder."
The young Latina rolled her eyes, "I can't imagine her not being a part of my family Christmas card photo," Santana said with the largest genuine smile Dr. Muse had ever seen.
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