Chapter 11
Brittany sat on the edge of her bed with the most adorable pout on her face Santana had ever seen. She had to summon up all the will power she possessed to stop herself from giving into the blonde's adorableness.
"You can't, Britt. You have to go to school." Santana sighed and walked out of the blonde's bedroom, still wearing her tee shirt she'd caught Brittany hugging the night before.
Brittany followed close behind; she reached out to grab the Latina's shoulder and spun her round to face her. "Santana, this is your first hospital appointment since all of this started. I want to be there for you." Brittany pleaded, her pout never leaving her face. "Anyway, it's not like I should even bother going to school. I'm going to get expelled."
Santana sat the blonde down on the sofa and handed her a cup of coffee. "If the hospital had let me know sooner that they wanted me to come in today, I would let you come, Brittany."
"Wanky…"
"But you have to go to school, if you don't they'll just think you're guilty and you've already missed way too much of school because of me." Santana held Brittany's free hand with her own. "Everything will be okay, Britt."
"No, it won't." Brittany dropped her gaze down to their hands. "I'm going to be in so much trouble, San."
"Brittany, look at me." Santana used her free hand and cupped the blonde's cheek and turned her to face her. "Just tell them what happened. If you tell them about her trying to kiss you then you won't be in as much trouble. But if it gets too much for you, just call me and I'll be right there, okay?" Brittany nodded sadly but one hundred per cent sure that what the brunette was say was true.
Santana smiled reassuringly at the blonde before reluctantly pulling her hand away. "Now go and get ready or you'll be late." She giggled as the pout returned to Brittany's face and she disappeared into her bedroom.
Santana wasn't going to lie; she was fucking terrified about this appointment. She didn't know if she could handle any more bad news. What if they told her they had made a mistake and instead of one year it was six months or less? What if they told her that she would never get a new heart?
She shook her head and pushed the thoughts to the back of her mind. She shouldn't be thinking like that. She had to stay strong – or at least look like she was coping – for appearance purposes. She couldn't let Brittany see how scared she was.
She walked into her bedroom and pulled on some clean leggings, a white tank top and her converse. She pulled her hair up into a messy bun and pulled on a black leather jacket. She checked herself in the mirror to make sure she looked presentable and walked back out to the kitchen to say bye to Brittany.
"Are you sure you don't want me to come with you?" Brittany asked her as soon as she entered the kitchen.
"Britt, please don't make me say yes you know I can't resist that pout." Santana sighed as she made herself some toast. "You need to go to school and make sure they all know you haven't done anything wrong."
Brittany sighed and started to mumble something under her breath. Santana couldn't hear so started to speak. "Blaine's picking me up in half an hour, he insisted he come for moral support." She snorted and rolled her eyes. "Quinn had an early shift at work and mark wouldn't let her off." She took a bite out of her toast and covered her mouth as she carried on talking. "If anything goes wrong, I promise I'll call you okay?"
A look of panic covered the blonde's face. "What's going to go wrong? Oh god! Has something gotten worse?" She ran over to the Latina and grabbed her arms, slowly turning her in her spot trying to find any sign of injury or anything that could tell her something was wrong.
"Britt," Santana giggled sweetly and pulled her hands away. "I'm fine. I meant hypothetically."
Brittany's face turned pink and her mouth made an 'o' shape. "Oh, okay. That's good." She smiled shyly and walked over to her bag that was sitting on the back of the sofa. "I better get going then." She walked over to Santana and pulled her into a warm hug. "Everything will be okay." she could hear the uncertainty in her own voice however, and tried to cover it up with a cough.
"Call me if you need me." Santana smiled as the blonde nodded and left for school.
Santana leaned against the sofa drowning in her thought of what was going to happen at the hospital. They wouldn't have called so early in the morning if it wasn't an emergency. Oh god, she's freaking out now.
She could feel her heart rate accelerate and pound against her rib cage. She was totally freaking out; it wasn't good for her heart to be beating this fast. She closed her eyes and tried to calm her breathing but she couldn't stop panicking.
The room suddenly started to spin and every step she took she felt like the ground was moving away from her.
She reached out in front of her to grab the sink edge to hold her up. She took in three deep breaths before filling up a glass of water and taking two pills, she knew this wouldn't stop a panic attack but it made her feel safer.
There was a knock at the front door but she wouldn't let herself move in case she fell. "Co- come in!" she stuttered out loud enough for whoever was on the other side of the door to hear her.
She clenched her eyes shut and willed herself to calm down before whoever it was could see her.
"You know, you shouldn't just let people come in your home. I could have been a murderer or rapist." The familiar voice mused. "Oh god, Santana! What's wrong?" Blaine ran over to Santana and put an arm around her lower back steadying her as he led them both into the living room.
"I'm… just freaking… out." She gasped as she tried to heave in the much needed air. They sat down on the sofa, Blaine rubbed small circles in between her shoulder blades trying to help her calm down.
"It's okay. You don't need to panic; I'm going to be there with you." He whispered soothingly into her ear. And oddly enough, Santana felt herself slowly calming down. The small ache in her chest she would get anytime her heart would start doing something it shouldn't slowly faded and her breathing began to go back to normal.
"Thank you." She said quietly under her breath, a tingle of red forming on her cheeks. She still didn't feel comfortable letting the real her out in front of anyone but Brittany and Quinn. She wasn't used to being nice to people, she had gotten so accustomed to just putting people down every chance she got being nice felt odd.
Blaine smiled sweetly. "Are you ready to go?" he stood up spinning his keys round his index finger. Santana nodded and stood up, following Blaine to the door.
Brittany's heart was racing as she made her way to her third lesson that day, thankfully no one had asked her why she had a black eye and she hadn't gotten into trouble yet. So far her day was going okay.
That was until she was pulled out of lesson by three teachers she hadn't seen around school before. She suddenly felt nauseous as she was led down the corridor to the head teacher's office. Her hands shook and all the blood had drained from her face. She knew what was coming but that didn't stop her from panicking any less.
She sat in a chair apposite the head's desk, her eyes glued to her hands in her lap. A group of teachers had come to stand in the room with her talking quietly amongst themselves.
"Oh shit. Oh shit." She breathed in slow shaky breaths trying to calm herself. Everyone in the room fell silent when the door behind her opened and closed, two pairs of footsteps walked towards her.
An elderly woman with dark grey hair sat in the chair behind the desk and a small – small to Brittany- ginger woman sat in the chair next to her with dark purple bruises all over her face.
"I didn't have my morning coffee this morning and I have lots of paper work that needs filling in, so we'll just jump right in." she clasped her hands together on top of the desk and leant forward making eyes contact with both women. "Miss Pierce, why did you attack a member of staff?"
Brittany's mouth went dry and she couldn't find her voice. She just stared up at the head teacher doe eyed. She gave Brittany a soft smile for her to start talking and leant back in her chair. "She… said I needed to control my girlfriend." She stuttered out. "She's not my girlfriend." She added quietly.
Out of the corner of her eye, she could see the other woman's body tense and go rigid. Apparently Brittany wasn't the only one who had noticed this; her head teacher cocked an eye brow and gave her a strange look.
"Why would she tell you to do this?"
"Because she attacked me." the ginger woman next to her butted in but the head teacher held up a hand to silence her.
"Is this true?" Brittany nodded. "Well there must have been a reason behind her actions. Am I correct?" The blonde nodded again.
Brittany turned to face the other woman next to her with a helpless expression on her face. "She made a pass at me." she said meekly. There was a heavy, awkward silence in the room and all eyes landed on the ginger woman now slouched in her chair. She very much resembled a deer caught in headlights.
"Brittany, what are you doing?" she snapped at the blonde. "This is my career you're ruining here." Her eyes were so cold. The complete opposite to what Brittany had been used to.
"This is my education." Brittany retorted.
"Is this true, Amanda?" the head teacher asked the woman next to Brittany. "Amanda, that's a pretty name…" Brittany thought to herself but mentally slapped herself for being stupid, she needed to stay focussed.
Amanda nodded her head sadly and ducked her head. "Nothing happened though." She jumped in to try and defend herself.
"You still tried to kiss a student, that's against school policy and against the law." The head teacher stated, as if no one knew already.
Amanda ducked her head and nodded sadly. "However, I still do not understand why you attacked a teacher, Brittany." All attention returned to her.
Just as Brittany was about to start talking, Amanda butted in. "Brittany was upset because her friend is dying." She looked over to Brittany cautiously to make sure she wasn't offending her.
"Is this true?" Brittany slumped back in her chair, let out a long shaking breath and nodded. She couldn't start talking about that now. She couldn't break down in front of a whole bunch of teachers.
Santana and Blaine sat side by side in Mr Richardson's office, her hand was gripping his so hard that his fingers had begun to turn purple but he wasn't complaining as long as she kept calm. Her legs bopped up and down, echoing the speed of her heart beat.
"Why is he taking so long?" she clenched her mouth shut again cared that if she kept it open for too long she would be sick.
"He's just gone to collect your blood and heart rate test results; he's only been three minutes tops." Blaine used his free hand to pat her thigh but nothing seemed to be calming the Latina.
Just as was about to stand up and run for the hills, the doctor walked into the room with a smile on his face. "Thank you for waiting, Santana."
"Not like I had a choice." She said snidely.
He let out a breathy chuckle and sat opposite them with a stack of papers in is hands. "Your test results show that the pills you are taking are keeping your heart rate to a reasonable level but soon your system will get used to them so will have to boost them up." He was trying to make it easier for the Latina to understand so when she nodded he carried on.
"At the moment you haven't been moved up the transplant list but that couldn't be due to many reasons. But if it was up to me and I was you, I would let my hair down and have a little fun for a while."
Santana knew what he was insinuating. He wanted her to have fun while she still could because before she knew it she wouldn't be able to do anything she wanted anymore.
"But no alcohol, try to cut down on caffeine or drink decaf and less salty food." She groaned at the thought of not having coffee in the morning. "I'm sorry for phoning you so early, this was the only spare time I had in my schedule for two weeks so I thought I'd get you in now. I hope I didn't panic you."
"No, that was fine." She said as if she hadn't had a massive panic attack an hour earlier.
Blaine grinned at the brunette but decided now to say anything that could possibly get him killed.
"Thank you for coming at such short notice, if you have any more worries or questions please feel free to call my office." He smiled kindly as the two brunettes in front of him stood up to leave.
"Thank you, doctor." Blaine said shaking his hand before following Santana out of the room.
Brittany let her body be submerged into the scorching water in her bath. She closed her eyes and let the steam around her relax her muscles and pounding head.
She was so relieved when the head teacher had excused everyone from the room. Even if she had just been tolled she had been expelled from the school, she hadn't been as upset as she thought she would have been.
But what she really felt bad about more than anything, was that she'd had to watch a teacher lose a job she loved doing. She'd watched the woman break down into a sobbing heap in her chair and had to be carried out of the room because she couldn't walk.
She felt so bad that she'd just single headedly ruined a woman's life.
"Brittany?" she heard the familiar voice shout from the other side of her bathroom door. "Can I come in?"
"Yes!" Brittany rearranged the bubbles in the water to cover up most of her body just leaving her head peeking out the water.
"How was school?" Santana asked sweetly as she sat down next to the bath facing the blonde. Brittany sighed, tipped her head back and closed her eyes. She pinched the bridge of her nose and held back a groan.
"That bad huh?" Santana sighed as she brought her fingers up to run through blonde locks.
"I got expelled." Brittany's bottom lip quivered and she held back a sob that was about to break through.
"Oh Britt. I'm so sorry. Are you okay?" Santana felt her heart breaking in her chest. She felt like this was all her fault. She hated to see the blonde cry and she hated that she felt partly responsible.
"They said that I was a liability to other students if I could snap that easy with a teacher with only a little aggravation." She finally let her eyes open to land on dark chocolate ones staring right back at her. If she hadn't been so upset she might've blushed.
Santana clenched her fists in her lap and took in a deep shaky breath to calm herself. She knew Brittany was upset over her, maybe if she hadn't made her angry she wouldn't have been kicked out. She couldn't bring herself to talk; she knew if she did all that would come out would be a string of verbal abuse and violent thoughts.
"You know what hurts more though? I had to watch while a teacher lost a job she loved doing more than anything, and had to be carried out of the room because she broke down and couldn't move." Brittany swiped at the tears that had begun to fall.
"Britt, that wasn't your fault. She was the one who made pass at you. She knew what she was risking. Don't blame yourself." She leaned over the bath and pulled the blonde into her arms, completely forgetting that she was butt naked.
Brittany froze in Santana's arms but nodded none the less. When she finally let the blonde go her eyes wandered down Brittany's chest and stopped at her breasts. Her eyes bugged at how perfect they looked. She pulled her hands down to her sides to stop herself from reaching out and touching.
Brittany watched as Santana's eyes grew darker and eventually hooded. She wanted so badly for her to reach out and touch…
Santana suddenly shook her head and stood up. "Sorry… I err…" she stumbled out the bathroom without another word.
Brittany quickly followed with a small white towel wrapped around her body that left nothing for the minds imagination. The ends of her hair were dripping streams of water down her shoulders and leaving little puddles on the floor.
"Santana?" she followed her into the living room and sat down next to her on the sofa. "It's okay." she giggled when Santana was about to start apologising.
Santana looked down with an embarrassed looking smile on her face, a deep red flush climbing up her cheeks that even reached the tips of her ears. "Who wouldn't want to check out the twins?" she teased with an amused smile and a wink.
"I… err… you…" Santana stuttered as she watched a single drip of water travel down the valley in between her breasts, her mouth turning dryer than a desert and slowly dropped open.
Before she could embarrass herself further, Brittany pulled her into a hug and reassured her one last time that it was okay and walked back to her room to get changed. "Quinn text me earlier, she said we're having a party here next week. She's invited all the glee kids." Brittany shouted through to Santana. "And out parents." She added a little more quietly, not wanted to panic the other girl.
Santana groaned at the thought of her mother giving her a lecture in front of all of her friends. "Why do we have to have it here?" she shouted back.
"Their place is too small for everyone to fit." She replied walking out of her room with a towel on her head. "Come on it'll be fun!" she pouted, knowing that Santana couldn't resist.
"Okay, okay. Party time!" she shouted with a grin, her hands shooting up into the air and waving around.