Longest chapter I've written so far! Yay! :p haha. But I do have some news. I'll be in Florida from Monday the 23rd to the 30th and I can't take my laptop. Boo! So i'll update when I get back! Well I hope you guys enjoy!

-R

Exclaimer: I dont own glee

"Concussion" Chapter 16

Another 4 hours pass and almost all of the Cheerio's are laying on eachother knocked out. They are then all pulled out of their sleep when Coach Sylvester puts the mega phone infront of her mouth, "We have arrived to Pittsburgh!"

Brittany's eyes instantly flew open at the sound of the city's name. She was finally in Pittsburgh! She was in the city where, in her opinion, the best football team ever was. "San, San!" She called out to her girlfriend who was still dead asleep against the window.

"She's still out?" Chelsea asked from the seat across them. Every other Cheerio was awake except Santana.

Brittany glanced back at the sleeping latina and moved a stray hair out her face, "She's a very heavy sleeper. I literally have to push her off of her bed to wake her up sometimes. Or I have to tickle her...hmmm." She smirked as she reached both her hands to each side of Santana's waist and started tickling her.

Santana jolted up and the sudden contact. She started laughing before she whipped her head back cracking it off the bus window, "Owww!" She cried as she used her hands to cover her wounded head.

"I'm so sorry!" Brittany screamed pulling Santana into her chest holding her tight. "I'm so stupid! I shouldn't have done that!"

"Brittany! I told you to stop calling yourself stupid because your not!" Santana scolded to the blonde.

"But i hurt you, again! First I throw flour at your face and now I make you hit you head on glass windows! What will I do next? Run you over with a golf cart?" Brittany said harshly. She was so mad at herself.

"Whats the problem here?" Coach Sylvester ran back after hearing the scream.

"There's no problem. I just hit my head off of the window." Santana pulled her hands away from her face. She didn't have any bruises on her face, but she probably did somehwere under her hair. She squinted at the light, it started to hurt her eyes. "The light is hurting my eyes though. It's giving me a major headache."

Coach Sylvester took a deep breath, "We better get you checked."

Brittany frowned, she knew something was wrong and it was her fault, "Why does she need to get checked?"

"Yeah, why?" Santana added.

"Lets see... You just cracked your head off of the window. I don't know how you managed to do that... but light is hurting your eyes and your pupils are getting bigger. You may have a concussion." Coach Sylvester said as she crossed her arms and shook her head. She was pretty mad. If Santana has a concussion she most likely won't be able to participate in the competiton.

"I can't have a concussion! I won't be able to cheer and stunt!" Santana raised her voice only to grab her head in pain. Her own raise in volume made her head hurt worse.

"Well whose fault is that?" Coach Sylvester yelled out.

Brittany's head dropped as she stared at the ground, "It was my fault. I tried to wake her up by tickling her, but she just got hurt."

Sue let out the breath she was holding. She understood Brittany wasn't the smartest person but she was the most innocent. Sure, Sue was cold hearted and ruthless but yelling at Brittany wouldn't make her feel any better. "We'll just take her to the nearest hospital and get her checked." She then turned around facing the other Cheerio's, "Now everyone off the bus! Quinn, go inside the hotel and tell them we are here!"

Quinn nodded before getting off the bus and doing what she was told.

Sue made her way through the isle, "Alright, lets go in and find our rooms. We have practice early tomorrow morning! So you can chill out a little." She then climbed off the bus with every cheerio following behind. They all grabbed their luggage before walking into their hotel.

"Each room is paired up into 3's because there is 30 of you and we have 10 rooms booked!" Sue called out names that would be rooming together.

Obviously Quinn, Santana, and Brittany would be rooming together. Sue had Quinn manage the rooms a week before announcing the trip. If the gym room incident would have happened before this, they wouldn't have been rooming together.

"Now all of you get to your assigned rooms. It's 5 in the afternoon right now so you can all chill at the pool for the rest of the day for all I care. We have an early practice at 9 am tomorrow morning.." all of the girls groaned at the information, "Oh, shut up. Anyways, I want you in the rooms no later then 10! Now get out of my sight!" Sue then walked away from them to the front desk.

Santana and Brittany made their way to the elevator. Santana was about to press the 'up' button but Brittany pulled her hand away, "No, I'll get it for you."

"Britt, I'm not handicap. I can still push buttons." She smiled giving a small giggle.

Brittany gave off a small pout, "But your head still hurts?"

Santana gave her a slight nodd, "It just hurts a little." She was lying. Her head was pounding like no tomorrow, but she couldn't tell Brittany that. She knows the girl feels horrible and that would just make it worse.

They entered the elevator and pushed the number button of their floor. "I'm really sorry, San." Brittany whispered loud enough for Santana to hear.

Santana grabbed her hand, "It's okay, Britt. It's not like you did it on purpose. We'll get through it, I promise." She gave Brittany a small squeeze before letting go as the elevator door opened.

They walked over to their assigned room. Brittany got out the key card and swiped it through the scanner, openning the door.

Quinn was sitting on the bed reading a Seventeens Magazine, "Hey, Quinn." Brittany smiled at her before placing her suitcase next to Santana's.

Quinn glanced at them for a second before going back to reading the magazine.

"Quinn?" Brittany tried getting her attention again.

"What the hell, Fabray?" Santana hissed at her.

"What?" Quinn yelled out slamming her magazine shut.

Both girls jumped back a little by Quinn's sudden action, "Whats your problem? You keep ignoring us!" Santana pointed out.

"Yeah, somethings obviously wrong with you. I thought we always told eachother our problems so we could help eachother work them out." Brittany added.

"Yeah, I did too." Quinn hissed at her.

"Hey watch it! Don't you go taking this out on Britt!" Santana yelled back at her. "Seriously, what is your problem. You've been acting like a total bi..." She cut herself off before she could say anymore.

"A what? Total bitch? Is that what you were going to say? Well I'm sorry if I'm not a good enough friend for you guys!" She then stood up from the bed and walked over to grab the remote off the televison set.

Santana and Brittany looked at eachother in confusion. They had no idea what was going on.

"Oh.." Both girls attention went back to Quinn, "I saved the bed" She pointed to the bed next to her, "for you guys. Obviously you two will be sleeping in the same bed together." She said rolling her eyes as she sat back on her bed.

"That was very nice of you Quinn." Brittany smiled back earning a dirty look from the other blonde making her grin drop back into a frown.

"What the hell is that suppost to mean?" Santana put both her hands on her hips.

"Oh nothing...I bet you guys sleep in the same bed all the time. Having a fun time having sex.. if that's even possible for girls to do!" Quinn sarcasticly spit out.

Santana's eyes went wide, "Where is this all coming from?" She growled out.

"Yeah plus we haven't even had sex before!" Brittany yelled out.

"Don't play fucking stupid with me Santana! I know all about you and Brittany! I know about you two dating!" Quinn voice cracked a little.

The room instantly went silent. Neither Brittany or Santana expected Quinn to find out about them.

Santana walked over to the bed next to Quinn and sat down, "Quinn..."

"Why didn't you tell me? I thought we all were like sisters! Well that'd be wierd now but still! We've known eachother since elementary school!" Quinn choked out. She felt a tear slip from her eye and onto the magazine infront of her.

"I..." before she could finish the sentence there was a knock at the door. It was probably a noise complaint from all the yelling that just occured.

Brittany, who was closest to the door, opened it revealing Coach Sylvester and a man, "This is Doctor Jones. He works at the hotel and is going to check you, Santana."

Santana nodded as Dr. Jones moved toward her.

"I'm going to go." Quinn whispered before running out of the hotel room.

"Okay, i need you to look up." The doctor asked before looking examining her.

After a few more minutes Dr. Jones stood up, "Just what I thought."

"What is it Doc?" Coach Sylvester asked.

"She has a mild concussion, not that bad. She will need to be on bed rested for today and tomorrow but she will be good after that." Dr. Jones concluded as he put his hands in his pockets.

Coach Sylvester crossed her arms, "The competition is on Wednesday and today is Saturday so is she able to compete?"

Dr. Jones nodded, "She should be good by then. Just keep a good eyes on her and things should be good."

Each of them said 'thank you' and 'goodbye' to Dr. Jones as he left the room.

"Okay, no fooling around for you, Santana. I need you in good condition by Wednesday. Keep an eyes on her Brittany." She said before leaving them by themselves.

Brittany walked over to Santana sitting down next to her. She stayed quiet, laying herself back.

Santana turned to face her, "Britt, it's okay."

Brittany shook her head and let a few tears slip, "No, its not." She choked out. "Quinn hates us and I made you get a concussion! I always cause bad stuff to happen! I wouldn't be suprised if you just dumped me now, I would."

Santana layed back so she was right next to the blonde, "Hey, hey. Look at me Britt." She reached over lifting Brittany's chin up so she was looking into her eyes. "I would never dump you. I'd have to be mentally crazy to give up someone as special as you. I ment it when I said I love you. Nothing is going to change that."

Brittany felt more tears escape her eyes, "Really?" She whispered out.

Santana smiled, "Really." She leaned in pressing a soft kiss to Brittany's lips with her own. "And for Quinn, we'll fix things with her, okay?"

Brittany nodded before leaning her head in again for another soft kiss, "I love you, San. I really really love you."

Santana gave a big smile. She could literally feel her heart beat faster, "Here." She grabbed Brittany's hand and placed it on her chest. "Do you feel that?"

Brittany felt her hand vibrate, "Yeah, your hearts beating really fast."

"That's what you do to me, Britt. I love you so much, you don't even understand." Santana picked up the blonde's hand from her chest and brought it to her lips giving it a small kiss.

Brittany pulled her hand away replacing it with her lips, "I love you, too." She mummbled.

Quinn stood outside of their doorway hearing their conversation. She was still mad at the two girls but she had to admit, they had the most beautiful type of relationship she had ever scene. Even if it was a secret.