Hey! Here's chapter 5, I hope you all like it. I just wanted to say that all the medical information I get is through Google because I really know nothing about this kind of stuff, so I'm really sorry if there are any mistakes. If you have any information about the stuff you read please inbox me!

And thank you to Perhaps Glee you really helped ;)

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Chapter 5

"I said, what the fuck happened?" Brittany screamed again when no one answered her. She could feel her heat beat elevate and a light sheen of sweat form along her brow.

Quinn stepped away from Santana slowly, trying not to draw any attention to herself, and walked over to pull Blaine out of the room who had been standing in silence with a gaping jaw, leaving the two girls alone to talk it out – not that there would be much talking though.

"Britt…" Santana mumbled out but she couldn't say anything else. She stumbled back to the sofa and sat down to catch her breath, she looked down at her hand in her lap, not wanting to make eye contact and saw that her hands had changed colour again, that alone was enough to get her panicking. She needed to calm her heart rate.

Brittany didn't move; she was too busy looking at Santana's quickly swelling eye and messy hair. She knew the girl had obviously been in a fight but she didn't want to think about whom with. Scared she already knew the answer she closed her eyes and shook her head.

"I'm sorry Britt-Britt." Santana didn't know what else to say. She knew the blonde was pissed at her.

"Who was it?" She didn't need to elaborate; Santana knew what she was talking about.

"Your teacher…"

Brittany slammed her fist against the table hard; she didn't even wince at the pain that seared up her arm. Santana flinched away from the blonde. She'd never seen her so angry before. "You do realise what you've just done?" she shouted at Santana. "I could get kicked out of school for this! I've worked so hard to get into this school and not even a week into the year, I could be getting kicked out! You could get arrested! Do you even think before you do things?"

Santana lost it. "Well excuse me for trying to protect you! She's your teacher Brittany. She shouldn't be doing things like that to her pupils. What if she hadn't taken no for an answer? What would she have done then?" she stood up and stormed over to Brittany so that that they were toe to toe. If she wanted she could reach up and pull Brittany into a kiss.

"I don't need you to protect me Santana! We're not in high school anymore! I can think for myself." Brittany spat out.

Santana wanted to tell her that she was always going to protect her, that she would never let anything bad happen to the blonde, but stopped when a bolt of pain shot through her chest. She collapsed down against the floor, one arm gripping the table leg the other clutching her chest. "Ow!" She screamed out in pain.

Brittany dived to the floor next to her. "What's wrong, San? What's happening?" she grabbed Santana's face and turned to face her. Tears were pouring from her eyes. All anger both of them had felt towards each other quickly dissipated and was quickly replaced by petrified horror.

"Get Quinn… Brittany." Santana clenched her eyes shut gripped the table tighter. "Argh!" she screamed again, this time it was a lot louder and she could feel the pain in her voice.

Just as Brittany was about to run for the door, it burst open and Quinn stood with wide eyes. "What happened?" she screamed with a panicked voice.

"Call 911!" Brittany yelled. Santana's eyes popped open and she shook her head frantically 'no' but it was too late Quinn was already on the phone.

"Brittany! It hurts." Santana screamed out in pain, her hand gripped the back of Brittany's neck and pulled her closer to her face. More tears began to fall and loud sobs escaped her mouth, but then everything went quiet. Santana stopped crying and screaming in pain, her body went limp and her bottom lip quivered. "I'm sorry…" her eyes rolled back into her head, she fell into the blonde's lap and the room went black.

"San! Santana!" Brittany shook her shoulders trying to wake her up but nothing was happening. Quinn collapsed to the floor next to her; she was still on the phone and reached out towards Santana's neck with two outstretched fingers.

"There's a pulse but barely." She shouted down the phone, clearly annoyed with the person on the other end. "Santana? Can you hear me?" she moved in closer to the Latina but Santana didn't respond. "No she's not fucking responding! I told you she's passed out. Keep calm? Keep calm?" she asked incredulously. "I am calm. But if your guys don't get their asses here now I'm going to go crazy! You hear me? Crazy!" Brittany hadn't noticed the rapidly falling tears coming from Quinn's face until now.

Brittany took in deep breaths and tried to calm herself. She pulled Santana to lie fully in her lap as tears began to pour down her own face. She buried her face into her hair and inhaled the smell of strawberries that immediately began to calm her, but not enough to stop her from panicking.

Five minutes later the door burst open and EMT's and paramedics rushed over to Santana who was still lying in Brittany's lap. "What's her name dear?" a blonde haired woman who looked to be in her late forty's asked Brittany soothingly.

"Santana… Santana Lopez" Brittany stuttered out.

"Okay," she pulled Santana carefully away from Brittany and laid her down on the floor. Brittany tried to reach out and pull her back into her lap but the woman moved in front of her. "Can you hear me Santana?" there was no response.

"Is she going to be okay?" Brittany began to move closer to Santana but Quinn pulled her back. "Let go of me, Quinn!" she carried on pulling against Quinn's restraints but the shorter blonde was too strong.

"No, Brittany we have to let them do their jobs." Quinn pulled Brittany to her feet and moved her to the corner of the room out of everyone's way.

"Her pulse is weak; we're going to have to get her to the hospital now!" The paramedics ran over with a stretcher and they strapped her in so she wouldn't fall off. "How did she get the swollen eye?" Both blonde's shrugged, not wanting to get into the whole thing of Santana attacking Brittany's teacher. "Are you family?" she turned to face the two blondes in the corner. Brittany thought that was a stupid question to ask, they looked nothing alike but before she could answer Quinn got to it first.

"Yes. We're her cousins." The woman nodded sceptically but gestured for them to follow.

They climbed into the back of the ambulance and sat on the bench opposite three other paramedics. Brittany clung onto Quinn's arm for dear life. "Is she going to be okay Q?" Brittany whimpered.

"I don't know B…" She wanted to tell Brittany that Santana would be fine but she didn't want to lie to the blonde. Santana was being hooked up to the heart monitor and an oxygen mask was being placed over her mouth and nose, it steamed up every time Santana let out a breath.

Suddenly there was loud, continuous, single, droning beep from the heart monitor that filled the ambulance and paramedics sprang to life. "She's going into cardiac arrest!" Quinn pulled Brittany away from Santana. Brittany's entire body tensed and loud sobs escaped her mouth. She couldn't lose Santana. Not when she didn't know how Brittany felt about her.

A tall lanky man pulled out a set of defibrillators and held them out in front of him "Clear!" he shouted and pressed them to her chest. Her body sprung up off the stretcher into an arch before collapsing back down. Brittany looked on with wide, horror stricken eyes. She wanted to scream at them to stop hurting her but she couldn't find her voice.

There was no change in her heart beat. "Okay bring it up!" he paused to make sure everyone was ready. "Clear!" he repeated his actions until there was faint beep coming from the heart monitor.

Brittany's heart was pounding in her chest and she was positive that if it went any faster it would burst through her ribcage like in that film with the aliens… Santana didn't like it when Brittany watched that film because she would always have nightmares and would stay up all night with a torch scanning around her room.

"She's going to be okay Brittany." Quinn's voice was quivering and Brittany knew fine well that she was trying to convince herself more than Brittany. "She's going to be okay, she's going to be okay…" She kept repeating it over and over hoping that the more she said it, the more chance of it becoming true.

Brittany felt numb. She had never been so scared, even that time when coach Sylvester was threatening to fire her out of a cannon hadn't been as scary as this. She gripped Santana's hand that was slightly hanging off the edge of the bed. She silently begged for the other girl to wake up and be okay.

She stroked the pad of her thumb across Santana's soft skin and began to hum the 'Friends' theme tune without even thinking about it. Santana used to do that for her in high school when she would get called stupid and when her and Artie had broken up, and ever since then it was just something they did. Everyone in the ambulance gave her a confused look but she didn't even notice them, all she could see in that moment was Santana.

"Can you tell me if anything has happened before today that has raised suspicion or been strange in Santana's behaviour?" The woman asked Quinn and Brittany.

"Yes, she's been getting pains in her chest quite a lot, passed out a few times and she's had funny coloured fingers now and again." Quinn rushed out; trying to remember everything she could as she marked them off on her fingers.

"She hasn't been eating a lot either; she's left her food sitting out…" Brittany whispered out.

The woman nodded with a panicked look on her face. The ambulance pulled up outside of the hospital, they were met with doctors in white lab coats and scrub hats on. They piled out and the woman began talking to a doctor who seemed to be in charge. "From what we've been told, it sounds like she has a primary heart tumour and a quite developed one at that."

"Fuck!" Quinn exclaimed in shock.

"What?" Brittany looked around panicked, "What is it Q?"

Before Quinn could answer an intern was walking up to them. She directed them into a waiting area despite their protests to go with Santana and told them that they would be taking Santana for x-rays and then probably in for surgery so they would be waiting for some time.

Brittany sat down with shaking legs without saying a word. She kept her mouth clamped shut as tears silently fell. Quinn placed a hand on top of hers to reassure her but Brittany didn't move or reciprocate the gesture. Quinn sighed and rested her head against Brittany's shoulder as she let her own tears fall.

They both began to feel the anger building up in their guts. How could they have not noticed something wrong with the girl? Why hadn't they done anything when she collapsed the first time?

But then their anger was replaced by panic. What if Santana died? Brittany shook her head, wanting to disperse the thought of her life without the Latina. She hated the thought of her not having her best friend to look out for her or protect her.

Brittany's tears began to cascade down her face. The last thing she had said to Santana was that she didn't need protecting. But really, she knew she did. She needed Santana more than she needed anything in her life. She hated the fact that the last time she spoke to Santana, they were screaming at each other.

Brittany's coffee was freezing; she hadn't even taken a sip of it. Quinn however, had gone through at least six in the past three hours. Her legs bounced up and down and her hands were fidgeting in her lap. Brittany still hadn't moved from her position. She was still staring out into space, berating herself for the way she had acted with Santana. She couldn't help but think this was all her fault. If she hadn't shouted at the Latina she wouldn't have got angry and shouted back and in turn she wouldn't have collapsed.

"She's going to be okay you know Brittany." Quinn crouched in front of Brittany so the taller blonde would look at her. "She's strong."

"You don't know that Quinn." Brittany whispered.

Before Quinn could answer, an intern walked over to them. They both looked up with frightened looks but what they saw in the intern's eyes was a reassuring glimmer of hope. "The surgery is going well. She should be out in an hour or so but I think the doctor would like to talk to you when they're finished before you can go and see her." The intern's smile faltered slightly but quickly regained the hopeful look before leaving.

Brittany clenched her eyes shut as a wave of overwhelming happiness flooded her body. Tears began to leak from her eyes. "I like her Quinn… I like her a lot. I'd die if I lost her."

"I know Britt." Quinn placed her hand on Brittany's again. "I've known since high school."

Brittany gave the shorter blonde a confused look. "How could you? I haven't even known that long."

Quinn giggled softly. "It takes a view from a different angle to see something that others can't. But don't worry I won't tell anyone Britt." Brittany nodded and rested her head against Quinn's as they waited impatiently for the surgery to be over and the doctor to come and see them. "I called her parents." Quinn sighed. "Was that a good idea?"

"They are her parents, they deserve to know. But I don't think she will be very happy… What did they say to you?"

"That they couldn't make it to New York for another three days but I had to call them if anything else happens." Brittany nodded and they fell into a comfortable silence.

Quinn knew she shouldn't tell Brittany about how Santana felt and vice versa. If they liked each other they should work things out for themselves. Sometimes Santana could be as clueless as Brittany was when it came to this stuff but she decided she shouldn't get involved for everyone's sakes.

"Miss Fabrey? Miss Peirce?" an unknown voice asked from behind them.

"Yes?" Brittany asked looking up to the man in green scrubs and a medical mask draped down his chest.

"Miss Lopez is out of surgery." He announced with a smile. "She's still asleep though, but will probably wake up in an hour or so. We were quite shocked when we got the x-ray results back, the size of the tumour shows us that's it's been there for at least a year or so but we managed to remove it." his smile faltered like there was something else he wasn't sharing. "I would like to talk to Miss Lopez with you two as well so she has someone there for support; she is going to need people there for her through this. I'm afraid to say that she is not out of the woods yet and the worst is probably yet to come." He gestured for them to follow him down the corridor away from the waiting area. They boarded an elevator and they went up three floors before walking down to Santana's room. They hadn't noticed the strong smell of bleach and anaesthetic until now but it went straight to their heads, immediately making them dizzy and a little queasy.

Brittany gasped at the pail body that lay in the bed, hooked up to wires and machines. A sharp pain ached in Brittany's chest, Santana looked so weak and fragile, and the complete opposite to what they were so used to seeing her like.

Brittany charged past the doctor and Quinn towards Santana's bed and collapsed to the floor in a fit of tears. She grabbed her hand and pulled it to her lips. "Santana…" she whispered against her cool skin. Her tears soaked through her clothes and onto her skin.

Quinn walked up behind Brittany and placed a soft hand on her shoulder. "She's okay, Britt. Come and sit down." She pulled two chairs over to the bed and they sat down. The doctor walked over to her drip then flicked it a few time and then turned to the heart monitor to check everything was okay. He held up the chart at the end of her bed and flipped through her pages. "Your friend is a very lucky woman, I'll be back in an hour to check on her and inform you all on what's happening. Just press this button if you need Me." he pointed towards a button on a long wire before he walked out the room and left all three girls alone.

For the first time that night, Brittany actually drank the coffee Quinn handed her. In fact she downed the first one in a matter of seconds, she didn't care about the scorching liquid burning her mouth, she had never been so thirsty in her life.

Quinn's phone rang in her pocket; she pulled it out and reluctantly answered it. "Hi baby." She paused to listen to what the other person had to say. "No, I'm at the hospital." A small smile spread across her face and she shook her head. "No. No. I'm fine. It's Santana; she had to have surgery on her heart. She had a tumour Rach…" tears welled up in Quinn's eyes and she let out a loud sob. "No. I'm fine, Britt's with me. You don't have to come down here; I'll be home by ten." Her eyes widened. "No it's not, don't be silly…" she pulled her phone away from her face to check something before pressing it back to her ear. "Oh god it is… Baby I'm so sorry! I'll come home as soon as I know what I happening with San. I love you too." She hung up and pushed her phone back into her pocket. She wiped away the stream of tears from her cheeks and shook her head.

"Rachel?" Brittany asked even though she already knew the answer.

"Yeah she was wondering where I was. I told her I would be home by nine o'clock… I guess I lost track of time. It's half past one, Britt. You should try and get some sleep it's late." Brittany gave her a panicked look and then turned towards Santana. "Don't worry; I'll wake you up if Santana does. You must be exhausted. I know I am." She stifled a yawn and stretched. Quinn passed Brittany her cardigan and wrapped her up to keep her warm. "Sleep, Britt."

After a few seconds of mental debating, Brittany reluctantly curled up in her chair, closed her eyes and fell asleep almost straight away.