Disclaimer: I don't own this… will never own this. If I ever get to work with any of these people that will be a blessing but I will never own any of their characters. (I missed a couple of disclaimers earlier so here they are for the last few chapters). Sorry it's so short, but it felt like it had to end here.

I do not own Glee.

Fox owns glee.

I will never own Glee.

If I owned Glee I wouldn't have issues with rent.

Anyway on to the story.

{Bleh bleh bleh} = sign language

Chapter 18 Brittany Goes Home

"And that's what leads us to here," Santana finished.

"You're an idiot."

"Usually I'd take offense to that, but when it comes to her that's all I feel like."

"But in a good way," stated TG.

"I love her, at least I think I do," Santana said heading to Brittany's room.

"Fallen," said TG causing the other to turn and listen. "Go to sleep. Use the other bedroom down the hall, tonight is not the best night to explore your feelings with each other. She needs to heal, and you," TG shook her head before Santana could protest. "You just look exhausted. My house, my call. To bed with you."

Santana seeing the logic had to agree but that didn't stop her from looking in on Brittany to make sure the girl was asleep. Seeing that the blonde was sleeping, she smiled and quietly shut the door before wandering to the room she was supposed to sleep in.

xxx

TG sighed still at the table. She understood why Santana wasn't sure if she was in love, but you'd have to be stupider than Finn to not see the way the two connected. She had seen so many people trying to find the one they were destined to be with for the rest of their life, and she had seen every single one of those attempts fail. It happened so often that she didn't believe in the idea of a soul mate anymore. But watching these two, TG had to hope that it was true.

TG went early the next morning to Santana's house leaving the two to sleep as long as possible. She had gone to pick up Brittany's things, so when Brittany woke up there was no one else awake in the house.

For Brittany, this house confused her; it felt less lived in than Angel's house but it didn't have that suffocating feeling of loneliness either, but held some other kind of darkness. It wasn't the scary kind, perhaps that was why she could sleep by herself last night. Angel hadn't slept with her because they wanted to give her feet time to heal by not jarring them as much as possible. She listened, it didn't seem that anyone else was awake; where was the bathroom anyway? Reaching out to feel around, she didn't want to accidently walk into a furniture piece, she knocked a small box. She was startled when a small male mechanical voice addressed her.

"Hello, Ms. Pierce. If you have activated this then I will assume you are awake.
Try not to walk around for the next eight to twelve hours if possible instead,
use the wheelchair by the bed. It has several pre-programmed destinations for your connivance.
It is located on the left side. They are number based and will take you to the kitchen, the bathroom,
this room, the living room, and my room. The right side is manual if you need to go anywhere else.
Should you find yourself in need of assistance, just ask.
Do not worry about hitting anything as it had been modified with sensors to prevent mishaps.
Take it easy.
Ending message."

Brittany blinked, well that was definitely interesting. Feeling around for the chair that was described she found it pretty much right next to the bed. To the bathroom, now which one could that be? Experimentally, pushing a button the chair went forward and across the hallway into the bathroom Who knew it was so close? Just as Brittany washed her hands, the front door opened. The wall was struck twice before footsteps made their way into the eating area. The footsteps were heavy and unfamiliar, so unlike the quick light steps of TG or the solid sounds of Angel's, more menacing. Whoever it was walked in, and set down something hard and heavy onto a wood surface before leaving the same way they had come in. Brittany was curious, who walks into a house and delivers things only to walk out? Finding buttons on the rights side that made the chair move, she inched it forward. Brittany shivered, the air was colder than she expected, brushing it off as just the outside air from the recently opened door, she felt around the table. There was a case with metal lining the edges; experimentally she tried to open it. Locked. Tilting her head she mused about what it could be, when her mind started suggesting the idea of a lizard nest in stasis, she went back to her room to rest. She hoped that the thoughts would finish before other people came looking for her. She was still there when TG got back.

Santana woke up after hearing the front door shut and a single rap against a wall. After stretching lazily, she got up to go check on Brittany. She was concerned about her condition, although she had been reassured multiple times by TG that Brittan ywould be fine, she couldn't help but worry. She was still processing that such a girl could love a person like her. Her mind told her that it wouldn't last but her heart hoped it would last longer than just this lifetime. Shaking off these thoughts, she told herself that she would make this last. A glint of metal caught her eye before reaching Brittany's door. Curious and well aware of what neighborhood they were currently in made her pause. Seeing that it was just TG, Santana almost turned away but she had noticed that the Asian was concentrating hard on whatever she was holding in her hands. She had just begun to move toward TG when a loud noise, almost like a gunshot, went off in the front yard causing TG to duck and Santana to be on edge. Santana quickly changed direction and headed into Brittany's room to make sure she was ok, but not before she caught a glimpse of the object TG was holding.

"Are you ok?" Santana asked calmly not trying to upset the girl who apparently was unfazed.

"Why are firecrackers going off?" Brittany asked wondering why her friend seemed upset.

"I don't think those are firecrackers," Santana informed her honestly.

After a few tense minutes for Santana, and confusing ones for Brittany, the front door opened and closed again, followed by a single knock. Footsteps headed for the room they were occupying. Santana tensed unsure as to who was coming toward the room, the door opened to reveal TG covered in snow with a strand of burnt out firecrackers over her shoulder.

{Stupid kids} she complained. {They know there are easier ways of getting my attention} TG noticed how Santana was looking at her. {It's my father's} she signed unconvincingly, {Really}.

Brittany was confused; Angel seemed to be on edge because of her friend. She took Angel's hand and felt the tension in the room lessen. TG must have picked up on it and chosen that moment to retreat because Brittany could hear her footsteps go down the hall.

"Sorry," Angel said, she must have noticed her discomfort. "I shouldn't have done that. I just realized how little I really know about her life."

"But you trust her," Brittany pointed out.

"Yeah, that's the problem."

"No, it's not."

"You're right," Angel admitted unconsciously moving her hand to hold Brittany's other hand. "Why are you so smart?" Brittanyfelt the blood rise to her face. "You're burning up," Angel observed concerned. The skin where Brittany could feel Angel's hand felt hotter than anywhere else. "I'll go ask TG where the medicine is."

Santana headed toward TG's room, there was a roughly scribbled note on the door.

"Got a work call, be back late. Keys on table, Brittany's things in truck.

Medicine in bathroom cabinet. Kitchen's free game. Don't loac lock the

door when you leave. Don't go into the laundry room.

TG"

Finished reading the note, Santana her eyes narrowed. TG was definitely avoiding her; they'd have to talk about this later. For now her main concern was Brittany. Grabbing the pills from the bathroom, she returned to Brittany. Damn, she thought. It was time to go back to the hospital.

"It's time Britt," she said. Brittany shakily stood on her feet, Santana steadied her. "I can carry you."

"I'm fine," Brittany informed her, she didn't want to be treated like a cripple.

"Can you make it?" Santana asked watching Brittany brace herself against the wall. Brittany took an experimental step forward.

"Yeah," Brittany said taking Santana's hand and leading her toward the door. Santana was too relieved that Brittany was ok, to find it weird that it was Brittany in front taking her somewhere. She grabbed the keys while passing when she did notice the difference.

"You can lead, but I'm still driving," stated Santana.

"Sound's fair," Brittany replied jokingly getting in the car.

What they talked about on the way to the hospital doesn't matter, they just enjoyed each others company like good friends would if it were the last day on Earth.

As Brittany's father moved the bags into the car. Santana pulled Brittany towards her.

"We'll do this properly when you get back," she kissed Brittanyas though to seal a promise. It was just long enough for Brittany to enjoy, but far too short for her liking.

"Hey daughter of mine, it's time to go," called Brittany's father, oblivious to what had just happened.

"I'll be here when you get back," assured Santana.

"I love you," Brittany said as she moved away towards the car. If Santana replied, it was lost in the wind that had been picking up the last few minutes.

Brittany got into the car and as they exited the parking lot her father asked, "How was your Christmas?"

"The best."

"Good."

As they drove off, neither of them noticed the Latina who watched them drive away until their car was far out of sight.

A/N: Thanks for reading. Anyone want to guess what TG had in her hands? As always comments, concerns, ideas, and flames are welcome, as well as any grammar corrections I may have missed.