Part Sixteen

"So Finn and Santana were both here? And Quinn too?" she asked her mom.

"Yeah, and a few of the others visited too, but they were here the most. Quinn came every morning and stayed until the evening each day. Santana was here almost constantly, she only went home twice and that was because we made her. And Finn, bless him, he stayed by your side without eating or sleeping until yesterday morning, his parents made him go home, last I heard from his mom he was still asleep otherwise he'd probably be back here already." Brittany's heart swelled at the love her friends had shown her. "And speak of the devil, hello Santana,"

"Hey," Brittany's head whipped to the door, unable to help smiling at just the sound of Santana's voice.

"Hi, baby!" she said excitedly, but as she did so she saw the look on Santana's face and the tears welling up in her eyes, "Mom, can we have a bit of privacy please?"

Her mom left, placing a hand on Santana's shoulder as she passed her. Brittany watched Santana slowly walk towards the bed, as if she was scared if she moved to fast Brittany would run away from her.

"Hey, Brittany."

"Come here," Brittany said, sounding more pathetic than she had intended, it worked however, as Santana half ran to her side and grabbed her hand.

"How are you feeling?"

"Better, you look tired though"

"That's just a nice way of telling someone they look like crap,"

"No it's not!" Brittany protested, "You look as beautiful as ever, just really sleepy too,"

"Thanks," she replied, smiling weakly. "I love you so much, Brittany, why did you do it?"

"Oh," Brittany felt her stomach drop, she was hoping to put off this conversation indefinitely, "I wasn't actually trying to kill myself, I just… I went a little too far. Thanks for finding me…"

"I thought you had stopped," Santana said, starting to cry, "I never saw any fresh cuts, the ones you had were healing… I should have been able to stop this!"

"No, honey, I had stopped! It's not your fault, I was just upset, so I started again…" she reached up her spare hand and wiped away Santana's tears but they were quickly replaced by new ones.

"Why were you upset? Did I do something? Have I done something wrong?"

"Of course not, it was me that did something wrong," she said, realising only too late what she had just said. Santana's faced switched from worry to confusion and Brittany felt herself go cold.

"What do you mean you did something wrong?" Santana asked, Brittany began to feel sick but she knew she couldn't put it off any longer.

"San, there's something I have to tell you…"

"Finn, will you slow down! I can't keep up with you walking that quick, Brittany isn't going anywhere," Finn turned to face her, she might have been scolding him but she was still grinning just as much as he was, "and could you maybe loosen your death grip on my hands, I think I'm losing circulation in my fingers."

"Oh, sorry," he said, feeling slightly guilty, he looked at her hand and her fingers were turning purple.

"It's okay, lets just walk at a human speed, and maybe this time try not to crush my bones," she said, still grinning. They continued towards Brittany's room, walking slightly slower. They reached the hallway her room was on and found Santana walking towards them crying.

"Santana?" Finn called, getting her attention, "what's wrong, is Brittany ok?" he asked her, as she got closer. He didn't get an answer however; instead all he received was an almighty slap across his cheek. He stood there in stunned silence, his face burning.

"Santana-" Quinn started but she was interrupted as Santana started screaming at Finn in Spanish, more tears running down her cheek.

"San, what? I'm failing Spanish remember!" Finn said, still holding a hand to his cheek. She took a deep breath then glared at him.

"How could you do this to me, Finn, after everything, we were starting to become friends again. I was supposed to mean something to you!"

"Santana-"

"Save it! You're obviously full of shit; I can't believe you lied to my face… I can't believe I actually thought you were telling the truth, fuck you!" she stormed off, half running, leaving Finn and Quinn standing there in shock.

"Finn, what was that about?" Quinn asked him.

"Let's go see Brittany," he replied, refusing to answer, dread building up inside him. He got to her room Quickly and sat down in the seat beside her bed before saying a word to her.

"Hey, Finn," Brittany said, visibly upset.

"I saw Santana on the way here… Brittany, why did she just slap me?" She looked back at him, guilt written across her face. "You told her didn't you?" he said, more of a statement than a question.

"I'm sorry, Finn…" She said, beginning to cry, "I couldn't lie to her anymore! It's the reason I'm even here in the first place," she explained through her sobs.

"Brittany…" he said, taking her hand.

"It's just, you said you didn't blame Quinn for sleeping with Puck, you said it hurt but you forgave her… I just thought… if you could do that then maybe Santana would forgive us… I'm so sorry!" She began to sob even harder making it impossible to speak.

"You… you slept with her?" Quinn questioned from behind Finn. He turned to face her and saw the tears beginning to form in the corners of her eyes.

"Quinn, we-"

"I get it, Finn, I should have realised it sooner," She laughed coldly, "You love her don't you?"

"Quinn…" he said, at a lost for words, he wanted to deny it but he didn't know whether he would be telling the truth or not, he couldn't lie to her again.

"I can't believe I was this stupid. Rachel saw you in bed with her, you were suddenly best friends, she seemed to know every damn thing about you… I've been here telling myself that maybe we could try again. I convinced myself you loved me, but it was her this whole time…"

"No, Quinn! I do love-"

"Don't! Don't say it to me! The last time you said it, I spent the entire night crying my eyes out, the time before that you only said it because you had been drinking and the time before that you had just dumped me! Just don't say it to me… ever!" she turned to Brittany, "I'm sorry, Brittany, I'm glad you're okay, but I need to go," She ran from the room, still fighting back the tears. Finn was torn between chasing her and looking after Brittany but after what she had just heard and said he knew she would rather he do the latter.

"Shit..."