Glee season 3 premiere last night. . How sexy was Santana dancing on the stairs? And Brittany got so into that food fight. What a cutie haha. Anyways here's the next chapter hope you like it :3
An hour or two after Santana had found her friend broken and bleeding on his kitchen floor, she was still sitting in the waiting room of their local hospital. No-one had yet come out to let her know what was happening with Dave and the brunette was beginning to get worried. Santana heard and felt her phone go off in her pocket. It was a text from Brittany.
San whats going on u haven't been answering my txts r u ok? – B
No little kisses or cuddles at the end of this text. Britt must be really worried. She tapped out a quick reply;
Sorry B at the hospital, Dave is hurt, come see me for cuddles? – S
Then she cancelled out of her messages and noticed the 8 missed calls from Brittany. Damn, she must have really zoned out. She got one more text from Britt saying that she would be there soon.
It was maybe ten minutes before she heard the click of Britt's heels echoing up the hallway. Santana immediately stood and embraced the blonde. They stayed like that for a moment wrapped up in their own little world before San heard a cough that broke her out of her Brittany induced daze. She hadn't noticed before, but Britt had brought Kurt and Blaine with her. Kurt hugged her. The whole hugging people who aren't Brittany thing was still new to her so it was a little awkward when she hugged him back. Blaine also hugged her. Afterwards San moved to stand next Brittany and they entwined their fingers. The Latina had to admit that holding her girlfriend's hand in public sure felt good.
"How is he?" Kurt asked softly.
Santana sighed, "I honestly don't know. No-one's telling me anything. I asked the primo counter bitch what was going on but she told me she couldn't because I'm not his family."
"Have you called the police?" Blaine asked. Santana sighed again before sitting down with Britt beside her.
"The paramedics did when we got here and they asked me what happened," she said softly. Her head was pounding and she really just wanted to curl up next to Brittany and sleep for days. She would have done just that but she had to be there for Dave when he woke up. That's if these stupid hospital losers let her in to see her friend.
"What are they doing about it?" Blaine asked leaning around Brittany after taking the seat next to her. "Are they going to arrest him?"
"I honestly don't know," Santana replied with a defeated expression, "no-one's telling me anything." It broke Brittany's heart how helpless the brunette sounded. She had really come to care for Dave. Britt didn't exactly understand how, given that she and Karofsky had only really been friends for a little while. It must have something to do with the whole closet gay thing. Whatever, what mattered is that her Santana was hurting and she hated it when San was sad. It made her belly feel all weird.
Britt snuggled into Santana's side and let the brunette bury her face into the crook of her neck. With her free hand she gently ran her fingers through the Latina's dark hair. Santana generally wasn't one for these public displays of affection as you well know, but in times like these all she cared about was getting her cuddle on with her lovely dancer girlfriend. The blonde always managed to wipe her mind of all things bad when she was around. She was faintly aware of Kurt and Blaine talking between themselves over beside Britt. It was nice of them to come here to support David after all he had done to Kurt. At least they had managed to see how much he had grown.
What seemed like Santana's one peaceful moment of the day was interrupted by a gentle attention getting cough. She looked up to see a big tanned man in a white doctor's coat. Naturally Santana recognized him immediately; he was the doctor that was looking after Dave. Oh and he just happened to be her father.
"Papa," Santana said carefully detaching herself from Brittany, "is he okay?"
"Your friend has several broken ribs, a fractured cheek-bone and had to get stitches for the gash above his eye," her father said, "but he is going to be okay." He always spoke calmly and softly. Santana didn't remember ever hearing him raise his voice to her. Dr Lopez was basically the exact opposite to his wife and daughter who were both feisty and loud. If Santana actually saw her dad more than once a week she thought that she could even come to enjoy his company. "Considering his family's… involvement in the incident I've decided to allow you," he glanced at her friends, "and only you, to visit with him."
Santana stood up and threw herself at her dad. She wrapped her arms around him in a hug. He stared down at the top of her head in shock for a moment. He honestly couldn't remember the last time he had hugged or been hugged by his daughter. He smiled softly and, hesitating slightly, placed one hand on the back of her head and wrapped his free arm around her.
"Thank you, Papa," Santana mumbled into his big chest.
"It's okay, mija," he replied, rubbing her back a little. When they broke the hug Dr Lopez shifted on his feet a little, feeling a bit awkward. He pointed towards Dave's room. "Your friend's room is through that door there." Santana nodded and smiled gratefully before turning to go and see her friend. "Mija," her father said a second before she left, "I've had to heavily sedate Mr Karofsky to help with the pain. Don't be surprised if he's not awake when you get in there."
"Okay, Papa, thank you," she turned and gave Britt a smile before making her way over to Dave's door. She was slightly intimidated by the heavy set police officer standing stiffy outside of the room. He didn't try to stop her though. Lucky for him, Santana didn't have to go all Lima Heights on his ass.
"Dave?" She called quietly. She shuddered and wrapped her arms around her torso when the dimly lit room reminded her of walking into the Karofsky house-hold and finding Dave curled up bleeding in a corner.
She pushed that gruesome, nauseating thought from her mind and made her way over to the hospital bed as quietly as she could. The guy deserved an awesome sleep filled with cool morphine induced dreams. She dragged the single chair in the room over to Dave's side and gingerly took his hand in hers. She marvelled at how small hers were in his big bear-hands. Santana almost jumped out of her seat when Dave's massive hand closed around hers. She looked up at his face to find him staring at her with half-lidded eyes. The dude was so out of it. She smiled at him while stealthily checking out his wounds.
The big boy had a bandage wound tight around his forehead for his gash and the other side of his face had swelled to an incredible size. One eye had disappeared into a mass of swollen flesh. He still managed to give her a lopsided grin.
"How you doing, buddy?" Santana asked quietly.
"Pretty damn good actually," Dave chuckled, "this stuff they got me on is amazing!" He said the last part in a stage whisper. Damn, San had to get some of what they had him on. As soon as Dave's happiness came it was gone again, though. His boyish grin faded and he watched her with sombre eyes. "I can never go back there, huh? What am I gonna do San? The doc told me that my mom called earlier. She isn't gonna come see me," Dave laughed again but this time it was bitter and sad, "my family's turned their backs on me. I've got nowhere to go."
Santana looked him firmly in his good eye. "Your family hasn't turned their backs on you, Dave. They're out in the waiting room and in here right now. Me, Britt, Kurt and Blaine? We're your family now. And as for having somewhere to go; I have room back at my place." Santana grinned and squeezed his hand.
Dave smiled and a single tear leaked out of the corner of good eye. He blinked once and then again. The third time he blinked he didn't open his eye again. His head lolled to one side and Santana was worried for a second until a loud snore erupted from his mouth. She stifled her giggles with the back of her free hand. She could definitely use some sleep herself. The Latina stood and placed a gentle kiss to Dave's undamaged cheek and quietly left the room.
She walked slowly over to where the group was waiting. She answered all of their questions about Dave's well-being before taking Brittany's hand and pulling her out of the hospital. While they were in there, day had turned to night and Santana was almost dead on her feet. Before she could sleep though, she had one last thing to do. As she stood on the foot path outside of Lima Memorial she took her girlfriend's hands and looked her in the eyes.
"Brittany Pierce. I love you," she told the blonde before pressing their lips together quickly, "now drive me home so I can gets my sleep on!"
Hahaha started writing this chapter on Thursday and finished in on Friday. Probably shouldn't be up this late, have to go formal dress shopping tomorrow—or should I say today? Well anyway I hoped you guys enjoyed this chap and I look forward to reading your lovely comments (hint ;D) have a good weeeekend! Just so you know I wrote this whole chapter listening to Valerie (Naya style) on loop, it was amazing.