A/N: Okay this is kind of a short chapter so I apologize now, but will make up for it with another update very soon. I'll apologize now for the grammar mistakes. I only skimmed this chapter. This story is probably going to last a few more chapters before I end it.

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Chapter Twenty

Santana's POV

I open my locker ten minutes before class starts.

"San, what are you doing here? I thought you'd be chained to Brit's bedside," Quinn says when she approaches my locker.

"My dad forced me to come," I say shutting my locker. "This isn't fair. I can't focus knowing Brit's not awake yet."

Quinn pulls me into a hug. "I know, San. She's going to be okay. She wouldn't leave you."

"Thanks, Q," I say pulling out of the hug.

Kurt spots me from down the hall. He immediately walks up to me giving me a hug. "How are you?"

"I'll be better when she wakes up." They don't know about the possible brain damage. I don't want to worry them until we know for sure.

Luckily, I have all my classes with either Quinn or Kurt. It's torture going through each class. They feel like they'll never end; I can't pay attention. I'm either mindlessly drawing or checking my phone for messages. Emily promised to text or call if there's any change. The teachers know I'm not playing attention and they're well aware what happened to Brit, so they don't call me out on my lack of attention. How can anyone expect me to pay attention when my baby's all banged up and in the hospital?

At lunch I text Emily and she says Brittany's condition hasn't changed. I'm so happy when the last bell rings, but then I quickly remember I have glee club after school. Nationals are the weekend before graduation, which is three weeks away. Now we're down a member and the best dancer. We sit down in our seats in the choir room. I take a seat in the back and Quinn and Kurt take a seat on each side of me. The room is abnormally quiet today and for good reason. Some look at me, others don't dare to chance a look in my direction. Mr. Shue enters the room.

"I'm sure everyone has heard about Brittany," Mr. Shue starts. If this speech goes the way I think it will I won't last long in this room. His speeches are sometimes unnecessary. "Santana, I'm so sorry. If there's anything you or Brittany's family needs please don't hesitate to ask."

"Would anyone like to say to say anything?" Mr. Shue asks the group.

At the mention of Brit's name Kurt had grabbed my hand and squeezed it for comfort. I just don't understand why we need to keep talking about this? The more time we talk the more time I'm wasting sitting here instead of being by Brit's side. Everyone looks around the room and at me before shaking his or her head.

Mercedes looks at me and says," Santana, we all love Brittany so we're here for you girl."

"Thanks," I tell her. During glee I notice one person who has stayed quiet and avoided all eye contact with me, Artie. I shouldn't be surprised; since Brit and I got together she kind of stopped talking to him. He hates the fact that she's mine.

After glee, Quinn, Kurt, and I go to the hospital; Brittany's in a different room than this morning. Emily and her boyfriend, Justin, are sitting by Brit's side.

"Hey Emily, I brought some visitors," I tell her entering the room followed by Quinn and Kurt. "Em, you remember Quinn and this is our friend Kurt."

"It's nice to see you Quinn and nice to meet you Kurt. Brit's told me a lot about you," Emily sweetly says. "This is my boyfriend, Justin."

The only reason both Justin and Emily can be here is because they just finished finals. They had earlier finals, so I know that's why Justin's able to stay. Emily would be here no matter what.

"Hi," everyone says exchanging pleasantries.

"San, we're going to go check on mom. We'll be back in a little bit," Em says.

I make my way to Brit. "Okay." I kiss Brit's temple and whisper, "Hey baby." I know she can hear me. I sit down on her left side while Quinn and Kurt sit on the other side.

"Can she hear us?" Quinn asks.

"The doctors say she has brain activity so I would guess so," I answer as I take Brit's hand and interlock our fingers.

"Hey, Brittany. It's Quinn and Kurt."

"Hey Brit," Kurt says.

Things start getting a little awkward, but Kurt swoops in to save the day. He starts talking about the school day with us as if Brittany's awake. They stay for about an hour then leave. I repeat the same routine as before, stay the night then go to school in the morning. It's day three and Brit still hasn't woken up. I'm really worried. The doctors tell me she'll wake when she wants to.

I'm telling Brit a story about Rachel and glee club today when there's a knock on the door. My mom comes into the room with Mrs. Pierce. "Hey how are you feeling?" I ask Mrs. Pierce.

"A lot better thanks for asking." Mrs. Pierce takes a seat beside her daughter.

"Santana I would like you to consider coming home tonight," mom says to me.

She can't be serious. "No."

"Please, come home, eat a home cooked meal, take a shower, and get a goodnight's sleep. You can come back before school and then again afterwards," mom tries to reason with me.

"I'm not leaving her," I tell my mom. It's ridiculous to even try to get me to go.

"Santana, I promise if there's any change you'll be my first call, but you're mother's right. You need to get a goodnight's sleep. There's nothing we can do, but wait," Mrs. Pierce says.

She's right and that's what sucks. I'm so powerless in this situation and that's what I hate the most, having no control. I think about what they say.

"You'll call if there's any change?" I ask.

"First call," Mrs. Pierce reassures.

"Fine I'll go."

I give Brit a kiss and leave with my mother. I eat a nice meal with my family, shower, and then start on my homework. I'm almost finished when there's a knock on my door. My father walks in and sits down on my bed. I turn my chair to face him. My dad and I don't have the strongest father-daughter relationship. We talk about school and glee club, sometimes, but that's it.

"Can I help you dad?" I ask trying to move this along.

"I never told you how sorry I am about Brittany," he says sincerely. "You love her a lot."

"Well yeah, she's my best friend," I tell him trying to play it down.

My father looks at me trying to study me. "How long have you been together?"

Oh shit, he knows! My heart is going a thousand miles per hour. I minus well start packing my bags.

"Seven months," I answer. There's no point in lying now, but I have almost no voice when I answer him.

"And how long have you been in love with her?" he asks. I can't tell if he's mad or not. He's showing no emotion, the Lopez poker face.

"Years," I whisper, but I know he heard me.

He sighs deeply. "Okay."

I'm in shock. "Okay?"

He looks into my eyes and I know I'm about to hear a speech like none before. These are rare moments for us. "I think there would've been a time when this would have bothered me, but since becoming a doctor and a father it doesn't. I saw how you looked at Brittany. I saw the love and happiness that girl brings you. And since your future is secure at Columbia and your happier than I've ever seen you then all I can do is be happy for you and continue to love and support you. Because Santana I do love you and I am so proud of you."

After my father's speech I'm stunned. I throw my arms around him and we hug.

"I love you, dad," I say tears rolling down my cheeks.

"I love you, too, mija." We hug for a few minutes then he kisses me on the forehead and says good night. That was a lot easier than what I've been dreading for months and years.

I had woken up too late to visit Brit. I guess I turned my alarm off so my mom ends up waking me up. She said she would've woken me earlier, but I looked so peaceful she decided to let me sleep. I get dressed and go to school. Emily texts me a few times letting me know nothing has changed. After school I go straight to the hospital, alone. When I walk into Brit's room, my baby is sitting up in bed smiling at me.

"Hi, babe," she says cheerfully.

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