Author's Note:
Hey all, thanks for sticking around for chapter three. Things are about to change. Santana is going to find out that secret that Brittany's family has been keeping. Will she be able to handle the truth? Let's find out.
Disclaimer: I do not own Glee nor any of its characters.
Enjoy!
3. Head Over Feet
It's been just over a week since Quinn left that rather disturbing note on my nightstand. I've tried to be forgiving and nice, but she creeps me out a little bit. Quinn always gives me a weird look like I don't belong, or like I'm a disease or something. Plus, the idea of her being in my room in the middle of the night while I was sleeping is just creepy. I slept with my bat in my bed for a few days after that experience.
I still haven't told Brittany about the note and I probably won't. Like I've said before, I just don't want to cause problems for her and her family. I know that they are all close and I don't want to break that bond.
Even though I know that Quinn hates me, I think that I've grown on Kurt and Blaine. They actually hang out around me, talk to me, and treat me like I'm another human being. Puck avoids me, but he's not mean to me, he just doesn't really talk to me. All in all, I consider this progress.
I was hoping that I would be able to get all of Brittany's family members to like me before I fell completely head over heels for her, but I guess I can't be that lucky. I've known Brittany for a mere two weeks and I feel like I already love her. I want to tell her that, but I'm afraid to.
I know what you're thinking, "okay chicken shit, just say it," but I can't. It's a mixture of family drama and timing. I don't know if it's too early to say something like that. Also, I don't want to even begin to think of the consequential Domino effect that would result from saying those three words. Her family already doesn't feel too great about me and I think that saying "I love you" might just make things worse.
I hate having to think so hard about doing something so simple. I want to just forget about her damn family and say it for her, but I know how much her family means to her. If Brittany's family is important to her, they're important to me and I can't just forget about them.
Today, I'm going over to Brittany's house. Brittany and I have been together practically every day this week. Today I'm going over to her house to hang out by the pool with her. I usually avoid her house and try to get her to go out somewhere else with me because of Quinn, but that doesn't always work out.
I don't even have to sneak out to see Brittany anymore. My parents are used to the daily ritual of me going to hang out with her every day. I'm just glad that I don't have to be sneaky anymore because I'm just not that ninja.
I put my blue and white stripped bikini and put on some shorts and a t-shirt on over it. I wouldn't bother with the t-shirt, but I haven't met Brittany's parents yet and I don't want to run into them with practically nothing on.
I grabbed a towel and walked out the door, got in my car, and drove off to Brittany's house. I parked right in front of Brittany's house, stepped out, and walked to her front door. I knocked on the door. The door was answered by Blaine.
"Hey Blaine," I greeted.
"Hey, what's up Santana?" Blaine said as he stepped aside to let me in.
I walked inside, "Not much, where's Brittany?"
"She's just getting dressed, she'll be down in a second," Blaine explained.
"How's life?" I wondered even though I'd just seen him yesterday.
"It's funny that you ask. I met this really hot girl last night at the club. Yeah, we're totally going out tomorrow," a smile grew across Blaine's face.
"Nice, but what cute girl in her right mind would go out with you," I joked.
Blaine pushed me lightly, "Hey, hey, hey, I've got skills."
"Sure, of the extremely gay variety," I laughed.
"Ah, you caught you me," Blaine pretended to be disappointed.
Brittany then entered the room. "Santana!" Brittany practically yelled in excitement as she walked over and wrapped her arms around me.
"Hey Britt," I said as she pulled away slightly and leaned down to kiss me.
"Oh, come on. Could you warn a guy before you do that?" Blaine said as he began to walk out of the room.
"Sorry Blaine," I said without a care because I know that he's just joking.
"Get a life, Blaine," Brittany laughed.
"Get a room, Brittany," Blaine rebutted.
Brittany wrapped her hand in mine, "So, do you want to go down to the pool?"
I simply nodded in excitement. Brittany led me down a set of stairs. We walked through her kitchen and standing in the kitchen are her parents.
"Brittany," her father said in a clam voice.
"Oh, hey dad, mom," Brittany said as she let go of my hand.
I smiled in an attempt to be friendly, "Hello Mr. and Mrs. Schuster." Although Brittany's last name is Pierce, that's simply because she was adopted. Her adoptive parent's last names are Schuster.
"You must be Santana," Mrs. Schuster said.
"Yeah, it's nice to finally meet you," I said as I reached my hand out. Mr. Schuster shook my hand and Mrs. Schuster did the same.
"Please, call us Emma and William," Mrs. Schuster said.
I could tell that it wasn't going to be hard to get Mrs. Schuster, I mean Emma, to like me. William is a different story all together. I can't tell if he likes me or not, he doesn't really show much emotion. William is tall and has curly brown hair. Emma is about medium height for a girl; she has medium length red hair and has a medium build.
"It is nice to meet you too," William said in a monotone voice.
"We've heard so much about you. Brittany and the kids talk about you all the time. You are much prettier in person than described," Emma said with a smile.
"Thanks," I blushed.
"We're going to go down and hang out by our pool," Brittany explained to try to get us out of there.
William looked at me the entire time I stood there, it was a little awkward. I tried to avoid his stare, but I couldn't avoid it the entire time I stood there. Every once in a while I looked at his unmoving eyes and I felt like I was being scrutinized.
"You two have a good time," Emma offered.
Brittany reached for my hand. I wrapped my hand in hers and we walked to the pool. I've never seen Brittany's pool before. When we walked outside I practically gasped. Her pool is huge! And it's beautiful. I should have expected it though because her whole house is amazing.
"This is very cool," I said as we walked down to the pool. I placed my towel on a nearby patio table. Brittany grabbed a towel from a cabinet near the pool and set it next to mine.
"I'm sorry about the whole awkward meeting the parents moment," Brittany said as she took off her shorts.
"Eh, it wasn't that bad," I said as I took off my clothes. "But, I did feel like your father could kill me with his stare."
"He has that effect on most people," Brittany laughed as she took off her shirt.
I looked over at Brittany who is now stripped down to just a bikini. I didn't want to stare at her amazing body, but I couldn't really help it. Brittany had on a royal blue bikini and she looked amazing in it. Her pearl white skin shines in the sunlight. Her beautiful blonde hair falls perfectly over her shoulders and is in perfect contrast to her soft skin.
"You're beautiful," I said trying to not make it sound like I'm drooling over her.
Brittany looked me up and down "You're pretty damn hot yourself," she said with a wink.
The one thing that I really like about Brittany is that she is willing to say things exactly the way she thinks them. I wish that I was that brave, but I'm too concerned with acceptance to actually say what's on my mind the way that I think it. I'm constantly censoring myself. Which I guess is good sometimes because I don't exactly think nice things all the time.
"I'll race you to the pool," Brittany challenged. I immediately took off into a sprint toward the pool. Brittany and I hit the water at about the same time.
I was the first to resurface. When Brittany came up, she came up with a mouth full of water. She then spat it out at me.
"Oh no you didn't," I said as I splashed her.
"Oh yes, I did," Brittany splashed me back.
I swam over to Brittany and I dunked her. She resurface and returned the favor. Then the chase was on. Brittany started to swim after me and I swam as fast as I could in the other direction. Eventually I was at the pool's edge. I knew that there was nowhere to go, so I just accepted the fact that Brittany is going to catch me. I turned around and I saw that Brittany is right in front of me. Brittany put her hands on the pool's edge under my arms so that I wouldn't fall down; she was basically holding me up.
"Gotcha," Brittany said just before our lips met.
Brittany pulled herself away for a moment. I knew that it was now or never. It is the perfect moment to say it and I know that this opportunity probably won't come again for a while.
"I love you," I said through an uneven breath.
"I love you too," Brittany replied as our lips met again.
Brittany's breath is a perfect, minty fresh taste. Her scent, though clouded with chlorine, is a perfect light lavender. I didn't really want for this moment to end, but there is something that I've been dying to do.
"You know what I kind of want to do?" I asked as I pulled my face away from Brittany's.
"What?"
"Jump off the high dive."
"Okay," Brittany laughed as she moved to the right of me.
Yes, Brittany's pool has a high dive. Her pool is 12 feet deep all throughout and it has a slide and a high dive. It's basically a professional pool.
I hopped out of the pool, but Brittany made it up the high dive latter before me. Brittany jumped off the high dive with grace. She is so good that I'm sure she could dive professionally.
"Show off," I smirked.
"Hey! Don't make fun of the diving master!" Brittany shouted back up to me.
"Oh, so you're the diving master eh?" I joked.
Brittany quickly swam out of my way. After Brittany was safely out of my way, I backed up to the edge of the high dive and I ran to jump of the other end, but I slipped and I hit my head on the diving platform. I passed out before I hit the water.
I felt like I was in a dark abyss. I couldn't feel anything, see anything, or even breathe. It was like existence had faded to nothingness.
"Santana," I can hear Brittany's voice call me from the darkness, but I can't see her. "San, wake up baby, please wake up."
I felt pain radiating through my body. I then coughed up some water and was able to breathe again. Each breath came with an excruciating amount of pain. My lungs felt like they had just been cleaned out with sandpaper. I can see a blurry outline that looks like Brittany, but it hurt to keep my eyes open. I took in a few deep breaths, but it hurt to use my lungs.
"We should get her to a hospital," a voice called. I couldn't tell who the voice belonged to, but I know that it's not Brittany.
I wanted to say that I'm fine. I really hate hospitals and I would rather not go if it's at all avoidable. I tried to open my eyes again. This time I was actually successful in keeping my eyes open. Hovering above me are the members of Brittany's family. Brittany is on her knees by my side. I started to regain feeling in my limbs. I noticed that Brittany is holding my hand.
"Santana, are you awake sweetie?" Brittany asked practically in tears as she caressed one of her hands under my chin.
I managed to breath, "Yeah."
"Should I call an ambulance?" Puck asked William.
"Yeah, that would be best," William replied. Puck then disappeared from sight.
It's still hard for me to breathe and I can't seem to keep a constant train of thought. My eyes want to just shut and let sleep come, but I didn't want to sleep.
"Hey, Santana, it's Emma. I need you to listen to me, okay? You can't close your eyes. You might have a concussion," Emma explained.
I don't think that she can quite fathom how hard it is for me to keep my eyes open. I want to keep my eyes open, but slowly sleep wants to creep in on me. I could feel Brittany's grasp on my hand tighten after Emma spoke. I wanted to grip Brittany's hand back, but I could barely move. I'm already using all of my will power to keep my eyes open. I'm afraid of refocusing my attention, but I have to. I want Brittany to know that I'm okay despite my not being able to speak, move, or breathe well. Slowly, but surely, my hand wrapped around Brittany's.
"You're going to be okay baby, you're going to be okay," Brittany comforted.
I started to feel a little better. I was able to feel more parts of my body and breathing became somewhat easier. However, every good thing comes with something bad. As I started to be able to feel more parts of my body, I could also feel a sharp throbbing feeling on my forehead – as if all of the pain flashing through my body wasn't already enough. It was only then that I realized that someone is holding a cloth on my forehead.
Then, two men came running to my side. "We need some room," one of them explained. I assume that they're EMTs. One of the EMTs removed the cloth from my forehead and replaced it with gauze. The other EMT is checking my vital signs. To tell the truth, everything that the EMTs are doing is making me far more stressed out than just knowing that I could have died if they hadn't come.
"Can you speak?" one EMT asked. I wanted to roll my eyes at him or something, but I didn't even have the power to do that.
"We're going to take you to Chicago Health, okay?" the EMT stated.
I don't know why he asked me if it was okay to take me to the hospital. He already knows that I can't answer any questions because I can't really talk. The EMTs loaded me onto a stretcher. They then prepared to wheel me to the hospital.
"Are any of you coming with?" the EMT asked.
"I am," Brittany said as she followed close behind the EMTs.
Before I knew it, I was being loaded into the ambulance. I watched as one of the EMTs and Brittany climbed into the back of the ambulance with me. I felt myself lose control of my body as it began to uncontrollably convulse.
"She's shaking," Brittany pointed out to the EMT. Her voice seemed distant and far away.
"She's having a seizure," the EMT said as he put an oxygen mask on me and attempted to stop my convulsing. "Does she have a history of seizures?"
"Not as far as I know," Brittany replied.
That's as much as I remember before I blacked out again.
Beep... Beep... Beep...
I opened my eyes, but my eye lids felt like fifty pound weights. When I finally opened my eyes all the way, I saw my mother sitting at my side.
"Mom," I can't believe that I was able to speak.
"Santana? You're awake!" my mom said as she stood up with tears in her eyes.
"I'm fine, where's Br-Dad?" I wondered. I almost said Brittany. My parents don't know that I'm going out with Brittany and if they did, they would probably disown me. My parents are the scary religious types and I'm…not. They can't know that I'm seeing Brittany, or things are going to get hairy.
"He's getting some coffee. I'm going to get a doctor," my mom said as she left the room.
I sat up in my bed and looked around the room. On the table near the foot of my bed, there were flowers and cards. After a few seconds of waiting, my mom and a doctor entered the room.
"What's up doc?" I asked.
"We're just going to run some tests to check for brain damage and then we're going to run an MRI to insure that there's no permanent damage," the doctor said.
"Sounds like fun," I sighed.
"Okay, so what's your name?" the doctor asked.
"Santana Marie Lopez."
"What's your birthday?"
"May 22," I hate these stupid questions. For God's sake, if there is any damage, I don't feel it.
"I'm going to ask you to remember three things for me: house, duck, and pencil. Can you remember those things for me?"
"House, duck, pencil, got it," I replied a little annoyed.
"Who is the current president of the United States?"
"Barak Obama."
"What year is it?"
"2013."
"What were those three things that I asked you to remember?"
"House, duck, and pencil."
"There doesn't seem to be any brain damage, but we're still going to run an MRI just to be safe. When all of the tests are complete, you're free to go," the doctor said as he walked out of the room.
"Thank you doctor," I heard my mom whisper to him as he left.
Just as the doctor left the room, my dad entered the room. "At least she's awake," he said as he handed my mom a coffee.
"My friend, Brittany, rode in the ambulance with me. Where is she?" I wondered. I hate hospitals and her being here would help me to feel less stressed out.
"They're only letting family visit with you right now," my dad said.
"But I need her," I accidently said. I should have used better words, damn you brain!
"You need her?" my dad repeated.
"Yeah, can you please see if they'll let her in here?" I begged.
My dad folded his arms across his chest, "What do you mean that you need her?"
Well, I guess if there was ever a time to spill the beans, it's now, "I love her, Dad." I can't believe I just said that. I really must have brain damage. That doc should get back in here and re-examine me.
"You what!" he yelled.
"What do you mean you love her?" my mom is just as furious as my dad.
I know that there are going to be some consequences for this one, "Brittany and I have been dating since graduation. I-I love her." What in God's name? Why do I just keep saying words? Brain, please stop. Stop now before anything gets worse.
"You," my dad said as his face grew redder and redder, "You are not my daughter." This is what I meant by worse. Good going brain.
See, I knew that they would disown me. Eh, it's not like I didn't see this one coming. This isn't a big surprise. The only problem will be finding a place to live and paying for this hospital stay. I don't exactly have a job this summer because I have college stuff to prep for. I have over fifteen thousand saved up, but I was hoping to use that for college.
"How could you do this to our family?" my mom wondered.
"I didn't do anything to anyone," I defended.
"Come on, we're leaving," my dad said as he left the room with my mom. I slumped back on my bed. That hurt just a little more than I thought. I mean, I love my parents, but I think that love is almost more out of obligation than actual love. They have never really treated me like a daughter. They prefer to pretend that I don't exist. I didn't think that it would really hurt for them to just pretend like I don't exist to a higher degree, but it did. Those few words made my body feel numb, or maybe that's just all of these pain meds.
After ten minutes, a nurse came into the room to check up on me, "How are you doing?"
"Good, but I was wondering if you could do me a favor. My, um, cousin is in the lobby. My parents didn't want anyone else here while they were here, but they're gone and she's probably still waiting. I was with her when this happened and I just want to see her," I asked with a weak voice so the nurse would feel sorry for me.
"What's her name?" the nurse asked.
"Brittany Pierce," I stated. "Thanks." The nurse nodded, checked my IV and left. Five or so minutes later Brittany entered the room. It's like I haven't seen her in weeks. Even though her hair looked like she hadn't done anything to it since she got out of the pool and her makeup is smeared across her face, she looks absolutely beautiful.
"Hey Santana, how are you doing?" Brittany asked as she walked to my side.
"I hate hospitals, but otherwise, the doctor said that I probably don't have any brain damage, so yay," I smirked.
"You're a nut," Brittany said as she sat down on the edge of my bed.
"It's like you don't know me at all," I laughed.
Brittany leaned down and kissed my cheek, "I know you all too well."
"I'm sorry that I'm such a klutz," I said as Brittany wrapped her fingers in mine.
"You don't have to be sorry," Brittany stated. "Um, so I saw your parents leave. Do they have to be somewhere or…?"
"Or they just left," I interrupted with a hint of melancholy in my voice.
A surprised look spread across Brittany's face, "They just left?"
"Yup… They didn't exactly know that we're dating. My parents are very anti-gay. I knew that there would be some serious repercussions if I told them, but I needed to see you, so they found out. They then disowned me and left," I explained.
"That's why they gave me a really dirty look on their way out," Brittany shrugged. "So, what are you going to do?"
"I don't know. I guess that I'm going to have to find my own place. I hope that they'll let me go back home to get some of my things, but I wouldn't count on it," I sighed. I moved over a little bit to allow room for Brittany to lie down next to me. I patted the bed where I had just made room. She took the hint and lied down on the bed, but she could only lie down on her side because there's not enough room for two people on this bed.
Brittany wrapped her arm around my waist, "I'm so sorry baby."
"It's not your fault that my parents are meany faces."
Brittany laughed at me, "Meany faces? I love the way you speak."
"Thanks for being here for me," I said as I ran my hand down Brittany's arm.
"Of course. I'll always be here for you. I love you. You can ask my brothers or sister, I don't say I love you when I don't mean it."
"You're the only person that I've ever met that has made me feel this good about myself," I smiled.
"You're the only person I've met that I know undoubtedly loves me as much as I love you."
"Are your parents going to let you stay here with me?" I wondered hoping that she didn't have to go anytime soon.
"Puck and Blaine came by a little while ago to drop off my car. I get to stay as long as I want."
I sighed with relief, "Cool."
"I was so worried about you. I thought that I lost you there for a second after I pulled you out," Brittany said a little teary eyed.
"Please don't cry, you'll make me cry," I said as I wiped a tear away. "I don't really remember much of what happened. All I remember is running to jump off the high dive, biting it, and then I remember the moments just before the EMTs came and part of the ambulance ride."
"That's more than I thought that you'd remember," Brittany said.
"You're the reason that I kept my eyes open. Your mom told me to keep my eyes open because of a possible concussion, so I just kept looking at you. The reason for me being alive is you."
"I'm here to help," Brittany smirked.
I sighed, "I just want to get this MRI over with so I can go…well somewhere."
"Why do they need to do and MRI, I thought you said that you were fine," Brittany said worried. Brittany sat up a little bit.
"I'm fine; they said that the MRI is to make sure that they didn't miss anything. It's basically just to confirm that I'm okay."
Brittany let go of the breath she was holding, "Don't scare me like that." Brittany relaxed a little.
"Oh, I should probably tell you that I had to tell the nurse that you're my cousin so that she'd let you in here," I explained.
"I figured that you told her something like that to get them to let me in here," Brittany shook her head in slight disbelief.
Then, there were three short knocks on the door. Brittany quickly sat up so that she's only sitting on the edge of the bed. "Come in!" I said as loud as I could. A doctor walked inside. This isn't the same doctor from earlier.
"Hello Santana, my name is Dr. Schaefer and I'm here to take you down to get your MRI," Dr. Schaefer explained.
"Is it okay if Brittany comes with?" I wondered.
"If it's okay with you, it's okay with me," Dr. Schaefer said. "Can you help me; we're just going to get Santana out of the bed and into this wheelchair."
Brittany nodded her head. I sat up and swung my legs over the side of my bed. With Brittany on one side and Dr. Schaefer on the other, they each supported one side of me and helped me into the wheelchair. I didn't really need all of the help, I could walk fine on my own, but they insisted.
Brittany wheeled me down the hall and the doctor led us into a room with a large machine that I assume is the MRI machine.
"Now we're just going to help her up," Dr. Schaefer stated. I used the support of Brittany and Dr. Schaefer to stand on my own two feet. Then, with their help, I was able to get myself on the table that goes into the MRI machine. Okay, maybe I did need their help after all. I have no clue what all of the technical terms for this stuff is. All I know is that the machine is going to take a picture of my brain to make sure it isn't mush.
"So, now what?" I wondered as I lied down.
"Now you're going to try to stay as still as possible while we scan your head," Dr. Schaefer stated like it was no big deal. "Ma'am, I'm going to need you to step outside of the room while the test is taking place."
I hate these huge machines. I've seen them before on the medical shows on TV; therefore, I know that they don't do anything that might hurt me, but they're still a little terrifying. I saw Brittany and Dr. Schaefer leave the room. I felt the table that I'm on move and slowly slid me into the machine.
"Remember to stay still," I could hear Dr. Schaefer's voice command.
I remained unmoving and the machine made a few scary scanning sounds, like a printer on steroids. It seriously sounded like I was in a human-sized Xerox machine.
"Okay, we're all finished," Dr. Schaefer's voice said over the intercom. I then felt the table that I'm on move me back out of the machine.
Once I was out of the machine, I could see Dr. Schaefer entering the room. "So what's the damage report?" I wondered as I sat up on my own.
"There isn't one. You didn't suffer any brain damage and you'll be just fine," Dr. Schaefer said as he opened the door Brittany left out of. Dr. Schaefer waved Brittany inside. Brittany walked in and stopped at my side.
"Is everything okay?" Brittany wondered.
"Yeah, I'm fine," I replied.
"Okay, so you're going to need to take it easy for a few days. Even though you don't have any brain damage, you took a pretty hard hit to the head. I want you to get plenty of rest and hydrate as much as possible," Dr. Schafer then pulled out two prescription pill bottles. "You need to take one of the pink pills every six hours until they're gone. They are amoxicillin pills and are used to prevent infection. You should take one of these oxycodone pills every four to six hours for pain. You must take your amoxicillin, but only take the oxycodone as needed. There are directions on the bottles."
Dr. Schaefer handed me the bottles. "Is that everything?" I just want to get out of here as soon as possible. I don't want to talk anymore, I just want to leave.
"Yeah, that's it, you're free to go," Dr. Schaefer smiled. He then held out his hand to help me into my wheel chair.
"Do I really have to use the wheel chair?" I really don't want to be wheeled around all day.
"I would recommend it at least for the first day. Try to stay off of your feet as much as possible. After that, if you feel like you don't need it, you can attempt to walk on your own," Dr. Schaefer explained.
I handed the pill bottles to Brittany. Brittany placed them in her purse and then Brittany and the doctor helped me into the wheel chair. Brittany then wheeled me out of the room.
"Do you want to get changed into something else?" Brittany offered.
"Like what? I came here in my bikini. I don't exactly want to leave here in it. Plus, I don't think that my parents brought me a change of clothes," I sighed.
"Oh, um, well, we can go to my house and I can lend you some clothes and we can go to your house to pick up your things," Brittany suggested.
"I still don't know where I'm going to stay. I guess it's going to be a hotel tonight and tomorrow, who knows," I started to think aloud as we entered an elevator.
"You're kidding, right? There's no way that I'm letting you stay at a hotel. If my parents won't let you stay in my room, then there's a loft above the club that we rent out. It's empty right now, so I'm sure that they'd let you rent it."
"Are you sure, you don't have to do all of that for me," I don't want Brittany to go out of her way to help me through this.
"It's not a problem baby. I love you and I'm going to do everything that I can to take care of you," Brittany assured me as we exited the elevator on the bottom floor of the hospital.
"I love you too, but I don't want to be a burden on your family," I think that I'm doing a crappy job of arguing my case. It's not that I don't want Brittany helping me out or that I don't want to move in with her, it's just that I don't want her family to hate me anymore than some of them already do.
"You won't be," Brittany assured me, but I'm not so sure.
Brittany then wheeled me out of the hospital and into the parking lot. Her car was parked in one of the closest spaces. I love Brittany's car, but then again, who wouldn't? Brittany has a Ferrari California. It's amazing.
Brittany opened the passenger door and helped me inside. I don't really feel like I need all of this help doing things, but I can't complain. Brittany then folded up the wheel chair and put it in the back of the car and hopped into the driver's seat.
"Have I ever told you that I feel like a rock star when I'm in this car with you?" I asked Brittany as she put the car in drive.
Brittany laughed a little, "Nope, but I can honestly say that I have the same feeling. I love this car."
"I need to thank your brothers for dropping this off when we get back," I said aloud so I wouldn't forget. Okay, that's a lie, I just want Brittany to remind me later because I have a feeling like all of these pain meds are going to prevent me from remembering things. I don't react to drugs well.
A wide grin grew across Brittany's face as we drove out of the city. I can't imagine that it will take us long to get to her house from where we are, maybe ten minutes. Then again, traffic through the city is a bitch. Well, I guess it depends on what day it is and what time of day it is. I'm embarrassed to ask Brittany what day it is because I feel like I should know this. However, the time is ten in the morning, so I guess that's one reason for there being no people out and about.
I was right; we were back at Brittany's house in no time flat. We pulled up to her house and into the garage. There are so many cars in the garage that the garage has a dun waiter sort of thing. Basically, it's a piece of machinery that allows for two levels of cars to be put in the garage three at a time. It's pretty cool. I know that I'm not describing it right, but I'm not very technically savvy, so…yeah.
Brittany helped me out of the car. Brittany had the wheelchair in one arm and was helping me stand up in the other. We had to walk up a small set of stairs to get into the house. Brittany stopped and let me lean on the railing for the set of three stairs.
"Okay, so just let me do all of the talking to convince them," Brittany instructed.
"Not a problem," I said a little worried.
Brittany turned my head toward her and kissed me, "You need to relax a little more often."
I took in a deep breath, "I'll try."
Brittany smiled and shook her head as if she knew that I wasn't going to be able to. She then walked up the stairs, put the wheel chair down, propped the door open, came back down the stairs and helped me up the stairs. While I don't think that walking in general is a big deal, going up the stairs sucked. I felt bad for Brittany because she had to support practically all of my weight as we slowly moved up each stair. It's mostly because I have a hard time feeling my joints; thank you prescription medication.
Despite it being rather difficult, we made it up the stairs and Brittany helped me into the wheel chair. I'm still in my hospital wear and I really want to get out of it and change into something that's comfy.
"Okay, so I'm going to run upstairs and grab you some clothes. What do you want to wear?" Brittany wondered as wheeled me to the bottom of the stairs.
"Something comfortable; maybe just some sweatpants and a t-shirt," I replied.
"Okay, I'll be right back," Brittany said right before she ran up the stairs. She was down in a flash.
Brittany had a pair of sweatpants and a vintage Metallica t-shirt. "Can I get changed in the restroom?"
"Go for it," Brittany replied as she set the clothes in my lap. "Um, do you need any, um, help?"
"No, I think I can handle it," I laughed as I wheeled myself into the restroom just a few yards away from the bottom of the stairs. Although getting up the stairs was a rather daunting task, getting dressed wasn't all that bad. I managed to get the clothes on without having to ask for help, thank God. I then threw the hospital clothing in the bathroom trashcan. I then wheeled myself back out. Brittany is waiting for me.
"I can't believe it, you still look hot even though you're in sweatpants and an old t-shirt," Brittany smirked as she knelt down to kiss me.
I saw Kurt enter the room so I pulled my head away from Brittany. "So, should we go talk to your parents?"
"Probably," I could tell that Brittany didn't want to have this conversation, but I knew that there was no stopping her either.
"Talk to them about what?" Kurt asked.
"You can come with if you want to know Mr. Nosey-Pants," Brittany said as she wheeled me into the living room where her parents are. Quinn and Puck both walked into the room at the same time as we did. Great, just great, I don't want for everyone to be here while we talk to Emma and William about possibly housing me.
"Are you sure about this?" I wondered as we entered the room.
"Positive," Brittany replied without hesitation.
Quinn rolled her eyes and sighed when she realized that I'm here. Puck waved with a half-hearted smile.
"Santana, how are you dear?" Emma wondered as she walked over toward me.
"The docs say that I'm going to be just fine," I said through uneven breaths. I'm really nervous about the conversation that's about to take place.
Emma hugged me, "That's great news. We were all so worried about you."
I'm sure that some of them were. I looked over at Quinn and she was staring me down, her eyes full what seems to be anger.
"We actually have something that we wanted to ask you," Brittany began.
Emma walked back to the couch to sit next to William. William is now interested in the conversation, he looked up at Brittany with inquiring eyes and said, "Yes, what is it?"
"Well, it's kind of a long story. Santana never really told her parents that we were seeing each other, but for good reason, they're very against the idea of homosexuality. When we were at the hospital, Santana wanted to see me so she told her parents that she loves me and they…" Brittany began.
"Freaked," I finished.
"Yeah, so they basically disowned her and left her at the hospital."
Emma's expression is filled of empathy and utter shock, "They did not leave you at the hospital."
"Yeah, they did. Um, my parents aren't exactly Mr. and Mrs. Brady if you know what I mean," I commented.
"So, I was wondering if Santana can stay with us," Brittany suggested.
Quinn's expression grew from angered to disgusted, "You can't be serious!"
"Quinn, shut up," Kurt warned.
"What, I don't have a right to speak now? You know that having her here can be dangerous," Quinn rebutted. I'm really confused.
"Quinn's not wrong," William stated.
Blaine walked into the room, "Did I miss something?"
"Brittany wants Santana to live here with us," Puck filled Blaine in.
"Oh," was Blaine's reply.
"I'm confused," I whispered to Brittany.
"Okay, well, if you would like for Santana to stay here with us, you must tell her and explain why staying here might not be the best option," William stated.
"You're kidding!" Quinn is still clearly upset.
"Nope, I think that these two are really in love, and if that's the case, then Brittany should be able to make the choice," William replied.
"I'm still confused," I whispered to Brittany again.
Brittany walked out from behind my wheelchair. She stood in front of me and took in a deep breath, "I have to tell you something about me and my family."
Brittany turned around for a moment. "What's wrong?" I wondered.
"You can't see me like this," Brittany replied unmoving. "I'm sorry, I can't…I can't do this."
"Why don't you want her to see you like this, Brittany?" Quinn inquired. "It's who you really are."
"Shut up," Brittany warned.
I'm having a serious déjà vu moment. Except, this isn't something that I've seen or done before, it's something that I've dreamt before. It was a little different in my dream, but it was also really similar. The words had similar meanings, but the ambiance and setting was different.
"She should know, Brittany. She deserves to know what she's getting herself into," Puck followed.
"No, not yet, she doesn't have to know," Brittany repeated.
Quinn's face suddenly became very serious, "If you won't tell her, I will."
"Don't!" Brittany said as she turned around.
If this is the same as what happened in my dream, then they're about to tell me that they're a family of vampires, but that's not possible.
When Brittany turned around her eyes are black like in my dream. She also had long, sharp canine teeth. I looked around at Brittany's family, a little terrified. Everyone's eyes and teeth are the same as Brittany's. I pushed myself backward in the wheelchair a little bit to get ready to make a run for it.
"No, Santana, it's okay, I'm not going to hurt you," Brittany said as she took a step toward me.
I stopped moving backward. Although I am absolutely terrified of some of Brittany's family, I can't be afraid of her. Even though it looks like she could kill me right now if she wanted to, I know in my heart that she wouldn't. I wheeled forward to let Brittany know that I'm not afraid.
Brittany continued to cautiously walk toward me until she is face to face with me. "I'm sorry," I practically whispered. "I shouldn't have doubted that you wouldn't hurt me. I was just a little scared. I'm sorry. I love you."
"It's okay, I was expecting a worse reaction," Brittany stated as she wrapped her arms around me.
"I'm still a little afraid of your siblings," I said even quieter. Seriously, this is some freaky déjà vu.
Brittany shrugged, "Me too." Brittany still didn't let go of me.
"So, does this mean that you're vampires?" I wondered. I already knew the answer, but I couldn't help but beg the question.
"Yes, we're vampires," Kurt said from behind me.
My dream just became a reality. I'm glad that this reveal didn't include Quinn trying to kill me, that's a plus. Brittany unwrapped her arms from around my shoulders. When she pulled away, her eyes are still black and her teeth are still vamped out.
Even though Brittany has the whole creature-of-the-night look going for her, I didn't see her like that. I could still see her brilliant blue eyes and normal smile despite the whole vampire thing. Then, like magic, her teeth and eyes turned back to normal.
"Now, the rest is up to you. Do you want to stay with us, or do you want to leave?" William inquired.
He didn't even need to ask, I already know what my decision is.
Author's Note:
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"Head Over Feet" Alanis Morissette