I raced to Brittany's door room as fast as I could. I didn't care that I left the door open to Quinn, Puck and my apartment and that it was very late at night I just ran out there as fast as I could. I needed to get to Brittany. I needed to know what was wrong with her. Come to think of it I probably should have closed the door, I know that Quinn would flip shit on me the next day, but this was an emergency, I'd fine my way out of it, I always do.
I made my way into Brittany's residence, like I have done many times, except this time felt different, more serious. I walked right up to her door and was about to knock on it when the door burst open and Brittany shot out, flinging her arms around me, holding onto to me tight. She was sobbing into my shoulder, it broke my heart to see her like this.
I held onto her tight letting herself burry into me. I didn't say anything, I just held her and ran my hand through her hair trying to sooth her. When Brittany cries it crushes me, I try the best to make her feel better but sometimes that's not enough and that breaks my heart. I want to be there for her, I want to be the person that always cheers her up and make sure she's alright. She stops crying and looks up at me with her big blue sad eyes. I whip the tears away that are still on her cheek and move in to kiss her forehead. She hugs me again and says muffled words that I can't quite understand.
"What was that?" I ask her sweetly hoping she will be a little louder. She looks all shaken up and broken like a little kid that just found out Santa's not real.
"I have t-to, go b-back," she started to cry again and I immediately held her tight, kissing her cheek and noise trying to get her to feel better. I was confused, I didn't understand what she was trying to tell me and I really didn't feel like having a deep conversation in the middle of the hallway.
I took her hand and led her back into her room, sitting on her bed opening my arms for Brittany to snuggle into. She was so shaken up so I pulled the blanket over us to keep her warm as I rubbed her back trying to calm her down. It made me feel sick to see her in this state. I missed her laugh, her light up blue eyes, her smile that makes my heart melt into a huge puddle when I see it I want happy Brittany back.
"I-I have to g-go back," Brittany repeats again and this time I know I heard her clearly. I wasn't too sure the first time she said it but now I know.
"Go back where?" I ask her, I couldn't be more confused then I am.
"Lima, I have to go back, I have to go now," suddenly Brittany shot up from the bed and ran in her closet grabbing some clothes. She started sobbing again and was trying to do everything from behind her tears. I quickly got up to go after her, she clearly wasn't thinking straight.
Brittany got her backpack and stuffed some clothes into it, she ran back into her closet to get more clothes when she tripped over some textbooks lying around. When she landed on the ground she began to cry harder, I didn't miss any time as I went over to her and scooped her in my arms and held her tight. She was crying so hard that she began to cough.
Each breath she took was shaky. With all her might I saw her try to stand up again but her knees were weak and barley let her. I saw her fight through it, she was wrong and then she went back to pack more clothes in her backpack.
She wasn't stable at the moment, I couldn't let her get up incase she hurt herself again, I could see that her knee's were all scuffed up from the fall and her hands had scratches on them. I got up to hold her again, I tried to rub her back to calm her down but she was fighting me, she wanted to get up to pack more clothes. I wrapped my arms around her to hold her in place but she was strong. Brittany twists and turned and tried to push me away to get more clothes to pack.
"Britt please, calm down," she didn't listen to me, she kept moving around trying to get up. Tears streamed down her face as she tried to push me off of her.
"No, I got to go!" She raised her voice at me, which made me, back off, I had never seen her like this. I wanted to help but I didn't know how. She was pushing me away, I didn't know what was going on. She grabbed her sweater off of her shelf and after that I heard a huge crash. It made me jump up, I looked at Brittany and saw that she was on the floor, holding a broken picture frame.
I went towards her to help her clean it up. I got closer to her putting my hands on her shoulders trying to let her know that I was here for her, then she did something I didn't expect in the slightest. She whipped her head around and completely snapped.
"Go away! I don't need your help!" She yelled at me and pushed me off of her. I could tell how broken she was, but this attitude had me a little frightened.
"Britt please, just relax first, let talk ok," I said in the most calming voice ever.
"I don't need your fucking help, now get out!" I was surprised, never have I heard Brittany swear before but as much as I wanted to help her I couldn't help but feel hurt and mad all at the same time. Here I was trying my hardest to be there for her and she was just pushing me away.
"Stop it, stop pushing me away, I'm trying to help," I didn't mean to but I rose my voice at her which only made her get more upset, I could feel tears starting to come up but I wouldn't let them show, I was stronger than that.
"Just go ok! I don't need your help," she told me as she tried to pick up the pieces of the broken picture frame.
"Britt," was all I could say to her.
"No! I said go god dammit! Just go!"
"Fine whatever! If you don't need me I'll go," I didn't want to leave her but I was mad and if she didn't want me around then I would go. I didn't want this to turn into a really big fight.
"Good!" She screamed back at me.
"Fine!" I opened the door and slammed it behind me, I was fuming with anger, she could be so difficult sometimes. Here I was just trying to help and now she didn't care at all. She was the one that texted me this late in the night and after all that she never wanted me.
I still don't leave, I stop outside her door and just listen, I can hear her muffled crying through the door, she's pounding on the floor now and I can't stand the sound. I hear her coughing and crying and taking deep breaths to try and get air back inside her. I remember the time I found her in the washroom after being slushied. She was covered in red slushy and crying so hard, the sight of it broke my heart but if I broke down or anyone saw me I would be dead.
I did one thing good in my high school life and that happened on that day. I quickly checked underneath the stalls of the washroom to see if anyone was there, once I knew if was safe I took some paper towel, dapped it with water and began cleaning her face. The slushy that was in her eye was the only thing that kept her from seeing me.
Once everything was clean I quickly took out an extra top I had in my backpack and gave it to her to where and then I rushed out of there before she or anyone else could see me. To this day Brittany still doesn't know that was me. I felt like this was a time to pull up my big girl pants again and help her. I never liked seeing a sad Brittany and I still don't to this day. I heard her crying out and slowly her words became clear to me.
"No, don't go," I hear her say really quietly like she expects nobody else to hear but I do. "Santana." She says really quiet again. I hear her cry again, but this time is different, this time she's crying out for me. I know she didn't want me to leave so slowly I open her door again and see her curled up on the floor crying.
"I'm here Britt," she looks up at me so broken and slowly gets up, moving towards me. Her legs are shaking; she barley has any energy in her. I got towards her and help her stay up, and together we move to the bed. Once again I hold her, making sure she's safe.
"I'm sorry," she says very quickly as she curls up into my side. "I'm so sorry I yelled."
"I know, I know baby. Do you want to tell me what's wrong now?" I nods her head slowly.
"My sister, she's been in the hospital and she's getting worse. My mum has been texting me updating me on her situation. She just called, the doctors don't think she gonna make it," this broke my heart. I know how much Brittany cares for her family and this is tearing my heart apart.
"I'm so sorry," I hold her tight.
"I have to see her," she told me in a quiet voice, I could tell she was starting the fall asleep from all the crying she had done earlier so I held her closer to me.
"I know," I kissed her lightly as she slowly fell asleep.
That morning when I woke up, Brittany was wrapped up in me, her legs were between mine and my arms were holding her tightly as her head was underneath my neck with her hair draped over her face. I moved my hand slowly, hoping I wouldn't wake her up and gently moved the hair that was covering her face behind her ear. My heart sunk once the hair had been removed, her face was still red and puffy from the night before and her skin looked dull and pale.
I gently stroked her cheek trying not to wake her up, she didn't need any more things to worry about. Sleep was always the best thing to have in situations like these and I intend on making sure she's alright. She looked so calm sleeping, I didn't want to wake her up and jeopardize that.
She started to stir and shortly after that began to open her eyes. I could tell she still felt sad, her eyes were all red and puffy from crying last night and when she opened her eyes wide enough I saw her blue eyes had turned into dark black orbs that were lifeless, her whole face looked drained. I had never seen her look so broken before, so I did the only thing I could, I scooped her up in my arms and just held her. She wrapped her arms around my neck and held me.
As she looked up at me I could tell she wasn't herself, she didn't smile she just looked down again at the covers and pulled them up to her head and snuggled closer into me. I kissed the top of her head as I held her, that's all I could do at this point, all I could do is be there for her. I knew she had to go home as soon as she could and I would help her get there. We were both short on money but if we pulled together I think that we could get her there.
"San?" Brittany asked me in a small voice, I could barley hear her, her voice sounded dead like everything in the world had ended. It broke my heart apart to know she was going through this much pain. I hummed letting her know she should continue. "I need to go."
"I'll drive you to the airport," I started to get up from the bed but I was suddenly stopped when I felt Brittany's hand reach around my arm and hold me. I looked back at her and her eyes had turned from pain to fear. She was scared, I felt my heart ach.
"What if she doesn't make it? I don't know what to do without her," I helped Brittany up and held onto her hands.
"Don't think about that now, just hold on to what's good and if anything happens I'm just a phone call away ok? If you need me just call," she nodded her head furiously and gave me a light kiss.
"Thank you," she said holding me tighter. "I wish you could come though," I wished I could go with her too but we both know I can't.
"We only have money for you, you have to be strong ok. I know you can be so strong and fearless," I said lifting her head to look at me in the eyes. I nodded her head again but this time more unsure then the first time. "You are smart and so strong Britt, that's what makes you so amazing."
"You always know what to say," she makes me smile, she always makes me smile, I pull her close and kiss her with all the passion I have.
"Come on," I say helping her up from the bed. We both get dressed and get in my car.
The drive to the airport was quiet, Brittany's looking out the window watching the scenery as we drive by. I can tell her mind is racing right now, I want to be there for her and tell her everything will be fine but I don't know that. I hate that I can't make her feel better right now. I hate that I can't go with her and make sure she's ok.
I help her out of the car and we make our way over to the check in desk in silence, I hold onto her hand and squeeze it to give her some reassurance that I'll be there for her and that she can do it. She glances over at me and gives me a weak smile, I smile back at her but it's not a happy smile its one of those 'I believe in you' smiles. Once we reach the gate I know I have to let her go and face this on her own. It's tarring me apart inside but there's nothing I can do about it.
I hand her, her bag but instantly she puts it down and throws her arms around me giving me a big hug. It almost makes me lose my balance but I quickly regain it and hug her back. She rests her head on my shoulder and I can hear her start to cry again. I squeeze her tighter letting her know she's not loosing me.
"You take care ok, I'll be here when you get back," I tell her and she nods her head. I take my thumb and gently whip away the tears from her eyes and put her hair back behind her ear.
"I'll miss you," she tells me and I couldn't agree more.
"I'll miss you too. Tell me when you get there," I want to know she arrived safely and is going to be ok. I'm crushed that I can't go there and keep her safe but I know that once she's with her family they'll be able to help each other out.
"I will, thanks. For everything," I smiled at her and then cupped her cheek in my hand, leaning forward kissing her one last time before she goes. I know it's not forever but I still can't help but feel sad that she's leaving for a couple of days. No one to cuddle with or to kiss or hold.
Brittany's Point of View
I was so screwed up at the moment, I could feel my tears wanting to come out the whole plane ride there. I wish Santana was with me, holding me, telling me everything would be alright, she always makes me feel better no matter what. I miss her already. She was so caring and helpful last night, normally people wouldn't put up with everything that was going on in my life. I'm so thankful for her.
When she was holding me, trying to get me to calm down even after I kicked her out of my room, I was so grateful she came back. She never left me and she came back and held me tightly until I fell asleep. In that moment I felt something that I've never felt with anyone before, in that moment I knew I loved her. I do love her, so much. She means everything to me, she's the best thing that ever happened. I'm so grateful for her.
The plane ride wasn't that great, there was a lot of turbulence and the person next to me kept coughing and sneezing without covering their mouth, it was really gross. I felt so tired and drained but my body wouldn't let me sleep it just kept feeling the need to cry. I didn't want to be weak, I didn't want to show people around me that I was sad. Santana told me I was a strong person but I'm really not to sure about that. I feel weak, I feel like at any moment I could break down again.
I knew this day would come but I wasn't ready for it. My sister had been battling an illness for a long time now, she started getting better a some months ago but suddenly it relapsed and got worse. The doctor said that she may not last that long, she was lucky to live a month from that day. Since he told us that she's been living three months extra, I had so much hope that she would make it though but since I got that text for my mum I know that might not be the case.
My sister means so much to me, I remember when we were kids we used to dress up in superhero costumes and fly around the house pretending to save the world from evil. She was only two years younger than me so she practically knew everything in my life. She was the only one who knew I liked Santana back in high school. I could count on her for everything. I told her about my first kiss and my first date, and she was the first person I came out too, we were so close, I'm not read to let that go.
There was a time that she got her heart broken by some horrible guy and we sat on the couch eating ice cream and cookies for the weekend while watching all the Disney movies. We laughed and talked, and I felt so good for making her feel better. Now I feel hopeless that I can't help her out. I just have to watch her suffer and I can't do that.
The day that my sister found out that she had the illness was the worst day ever. I remember lots of tears from the whole family, I remember all the hoping and praying that went on. She's still young, I want her to experience the world and see things, she has her whole life ahead of her.
I get my bags and head out the glass door looking for my mum. I text her saying I was here right after I texted Santana telling her I got here safely. When she text be back I already felt safe, just listening to her voice or hearing her words makes me feel better. I'm so lucky to have her in my life, I'm so happy I let myself be happy and started to date her. As I walked out from behind the glass door I saw my mum waiting for me, she looked just as broken as I was.
I made my way over towards her and greeted her with a big hug. I didn't realize it until I touched my cheek but I had started crying, I looked up at her and saw that she too had tears in her eyes. This was going to be a hard day. She picked up my bad and motioned for me to follow her.
"Mum?" I asked her softly, I didn't like that she hadn't said anything yet, I needed to know how she was.
"She's holding on, but I don't know for how long." My mum looked so sad, I wanted to hug her again but I knew that if I did I would break down into tears and I couldn't let that happen, not yet anyway.
"What did the doctor say?" I asked, I wanted to know if there was any hope.
"There's one more operation we could do, but the doctors aren't guaranteeing it," was she trying to say that she won't do it? I needed hope, this was hope and we had to take it.
"We have to give it a try! It could save her life!" I couldn't help that I rose my voice, my emotions were everywhere right now, I was having a hard time controlling them.
"I know, I know and we will, but just in case Julia wanted to see you," I want to see her too, I want to hug her and tell her everything like we used to. Ever since we found out that she had the illness we have been distant from each other, I guess we did it because we thought it wouldn't hurt that much but it just hurts more.
"Where's dad?" I ask, he always comes to visit me.
"With Julia," I nod understanding, it's good she isn't there alone. I know she never liked hospitals.
"Can we go there now?" My mum nods her head.
The hospital was cold and smelt of death, I really hate hospitals, its one of the many things my sister and I have in common. I make my way down the long cold hallways passing many doors that look the same. I look into one room and see an elderly woman sleeping, I think she just had an operation or something because there are many cards and flowers by her bed side table and crutches near the door.
As I approach my sisters door I feel my heart drop in my stomach, I'm so scared and I feel the tears welling up in my eyes ready to come out. I feel sick to my stomach and feel a huge lump in my throat. I hate it, I hate everything. I know I have to be strong, if not for me then for my sister. I have to pull it together and visit her.
My mum takes my hand and leads me into the room, when I enter I feel sicker then I ever have. My sisters lying there hooked up to a bunch of cables and wires looking very pale. Seeing her like this brings tears to my eyes, I have only seen her with rosy cheeks and a smile that lights up the room. My dad was sitting in a chair beside her holding onto her hand. My sister looks up and smiles and me, I feel the tears creep up on me again but I try my best to hold them in.
"We'll give you two some space," my dad said as he got up from his chair, took my mothers hand and went out the room. I felt more nervous as ever now because it means I have to talk. It means I have to face everything that's in front of me. I love her so much, but I scared.
"Hey," I say, that's as much as I can get out.
"Hey," she says to me weakly and it breaks my heart. "I'm glad you came, I missed you." I take her hand and kiss it letting her know that I'll never leave her and that's she'll always be my little sis.
"I missed you too, so much," I can feel the tears start to come again and this time I don't do a good job of holding them back because I let one slip out and fall down my cheek. My sister see's this and whips it away for me, I close my eyes at her touch because I can't bare to think of ever loosing her.
"Don't cry ok. Please. I just want to have a normal conversation," she's younger than me but I feel like she is the older more mature one in the family.
"Yeah, of course," anything to make her happy.
"What's knew with you? How's university?" She always liked hearing about my life.
"It's good, I like it a lot. It's so different from high school and everyone's been super nice and friendly, I've met some really nice people," I think of Santana as I'm talking and can't help but let out of big grin, my sister see's this obviously and smiles at it. I know she's not stupid, she'll figure it out.
"What's that big smile? You met nice people or someone special," she smiling at me now and for once I feel like it's back to the old days where we can share anything to each other.
"You remember that girl Santana, I told you about in high school? That I had a huge crush on but she was really mean?" Julia nods her head remembering. "Well I met her again, she goes there and turns out she was mean to me because she wanted to hid the fact that she liked me but now she felt so bad for it and is a changed person," my sister was staring at me waiting for more. She hates when I leave her hanging.
"And..." she asked me with a huge grin on her face.
"And now, she's my girlfriend," my sister squealed making me break out into a big smile.
"I'm so happy for you," she said as I leaned in to hug her. I love my sister so much, I can count on her for everything. She's my best friend and I love her so much. "That's so cute! But she better not hurt you." My sister says with a serious tone.
"No never, she's the sweetest ever and I love her so much," I can't help but smile when I say that out loud. I love Santana. I love her so much.
"Awww, my sisters in love," I smile at that because it's so true. "Britty?"
"Yeah?" I say.
"I'm glad your happy, and I want you to stay happy ok, even if I go," I look into her eyes and shake my head, she was not saying this now. I couldn't deal with this, I didn't want to believe it.
"No, no don't talk like that. You're going to be alright." I said shaking me head to get the thought out of it.
"Just promise me you'll be okay, and know that I love you," I nod my head but my eyes are now filled with tears and I hold tighter onto Julia's hand. I can't see her go, I love her way too much, she means everything to me. I look at the time I know it's almost time for her operation. The operation that could determine the faith of her life so I kiss her on her head and smile at her.
This is the longest hour of my life, I can't sit still I can't do anything right now. I need to know if she's ok. I stand up and walk around but a few seconds later I sit down again only to stand up and walk around. My dad senses that I'm uncomfortable and makes his way over to sit beside me. He wraps me up in a big hug and kisses my head. I hold onto him and hope that she'll be alright.
Suddenly I feel my phone vibrate in my pocket and pull out my phone. It's a text message from Santana asking me how everything is going and if I'm ok. She's asking me if she needs to sneak on a plane and fly down here for me. She makes me smile, I know she's kidding about sneaking on a plane but she the though about her caring that much makes me smile which doesn't go unnoticed by my dad.
"Special girl?" He asks me.
"Yeah," I say.
"What's her name?" My dad was always the noisy one, but I really don't mind, when it comes to Santana I can't really shut up about her but I just don't want her to know that.
"Santana," I say smiling.
"Very nice, is she treating you good?
"The best. She stayed with me last night and put up with all my crying and everything after mum texting me. She's really sweet and I'm so happy to have her."
"She sounds like a wonderful person," it makes me really happy to hear that from my dad, both are a big part of my life and I would hate it if my dad didn't approve.
"She is," I tell him.
"I'm glad you have someone back at university to take care of you. Just let me know if she ever hurts you because I will kick her ass," I laugh at that, my dad wouldn't hurt a fly.
"Dad," I say with a laugh.
"I'm just saying, no one hurts my little girl," he's always there to protect me and that's what I love about him.
I quickly shot Santana a text message back.
BRITTANY: Everything's good for now, my sister just went in for her operation so we're waiting to see if anything happens. Thanks for everything.
I instantly get a text message from her back.
SANTANA: I'm always here for you okay. Good luck, I hope everything turns out well.
Just then I see the doctor walking out with his clipboard, I really always hated those things. Even in all the doctor shows on TV they always carried the clipboards everywhere and when they talked to the patients families it always had the good or bad new on them. They make me nervous. It all comes down to this.
He walked up to my mum and my dad got up to stand with her, I stayed in my seat and waited, I couldn't hear the news first hand. I couldn't deal with it, I wanted everything to be okay. I needed everything to be alright.
I could see the doctor talking to my parents, but I was too far away to figure out what he was saying, I just waited for the news, waited for the world to come crashing down on me. I couldn't help but think of the worse, think of that my sister was behind that door not breathing but covered in a white sheet. I tried to shake that image out of my head but I knew that it could happen, that I should prepare myself.
I looked up at my parents to see the doctor give them one more piece of information. Then I saw my mothers hand shoot up to her mouth and the tears fall out of her eyes. That was it.
So we finally figure out who those myserty texts were coming from and why they made Brittany so sad. What do you think happens to her sister? Did you like that chapter? Let me know.
I know going to make this a happy chapter because of the Brittana break up WHICH I HATED! SO MUCH! But it didn't really fit with the story to yea. Sorry for another sad thing and just fyi BRITTANA IS ENDGAME AND THEY WILL GET BACK TOGETHER!