This chapter has a little bit of flash back to make it a little less angsty! I'm trying to figure out what I should do after this chapter, so I need inspiration before I can start writing chapter 8. Hopefully you guys will like this one too! Reviews are very much appreciated! They help me get more motivated! Thank you for reading! haha, Enjoy!
The cry of the siren from the ambulance rang in her ears. As she opened her eyes,she could also hear people talking and cars driving past but everything was just so out of focus. She tried to look around but pain shot down her neck and through her spine and something was restricting her movements. She was lying on some kind of bed, on the side of the road very confused about what's taking place around her. She was unable to see anything apart from the blackness of the skies above and the twinkling of the stars that scatter unevenly on this blank canvass. A single star stood out, shining brighter than any of the ones surrounding it then she saw a face, smiling down on her, with inviting eyes.
"Brittany!" she coughed out rather than scream because her voice seemed strained. "Britt?"
She felt a warm hand touch her arm and it shot up a comforting feeling to her brain. "Britt, baby, is that you?"
"Ma'am, you need to relax. We're taking you to the hospital." the unfamiliar voice replied.
"Who are you? What the hell happened? Where's my girlfriend? Where's Brittany?" she demanded, confused and unable to remember what happened before the ringing of the sirens in her ears.
"I'm a paramedic Ma'am. You need to relax, you have been involved in a car crash. You're going to get transported to a hospital." she answered leaving the whereabouts of Brittany part out.
"Oh god, oh god!" Santana cried, she felt her body convulsing as a sear of pain shot through her spine once again. "Brittany? BRITT!" she cried out hysterically as she felt herself hoisted up onto a confined vehicle.
"You need to sedate her. She needs to calm down, otherwise her injuries will get worse than they already are." she heard the paramedic say.
A tall young man climb in the vehicle and sat beside her, "You're going to be okay. We're just going to sedate you to numb the pain okay?"
"NO! I wanna know where my girlfriend is? Brittany Pierce. That's her name!" she cried out, tears blurring out her vision even more. But there was no response from the young paramedic, only a hint of sadness appeared in his eyes. Suddenly, everything was slowing down, voices were muffled and her eyes were starting to close no matter how much she forced them not to, and then blackness.
It was a clear, hot summer day in Lima, Ohio. It was the first week of the summer vacation after their high school graduation at McKinley High. It had been a whirlwind of a year for both Santana and Brittany, not the easiest to say the least. Santana started the year still struggling to feel comfortable with her sexuality and the fact that her and Brittany have started to reconnect with each other hasn't made it any easier on her. She knew she loved Brittany, there was no doubt about that and the blonde felt the same. It was more of trying to not care about what other people will say behind her back that really bothered her. She liked knowing what people thought, it was her way of having power over them. If she knew they'd been bitching about her, then she can step up and go all "Lima Heights" on them but if they said it behind her back then she wouldn't find out, and they'd be laughing at her sorry ass all they want. Eventually, she took Brittany's advice and took a risk. Something that Santana Lopez barely does. She came out, to everyone, and turns out she could still retain her "Head Bitch" position and be with her soulmate at the same time.
Now, lying on her stomach on the lawn in her backyard, with Brittany beside her in a bikini, everything in life was looking good. In a month or so, their off to college in Los Angeles, away from all this small town shenanigans surrounding them. She could not wait to live with her girlfriend for real. They pretty much live together anyway but being with Britt, without adult supervision would be heaven. She sighed happily at the thought.
"San?" a sweet voice asked her.
"Hmm?" she turned around to face Brittany, blue eyes meeting her gaze.
"What are you thinking about?" she asked, moving closer to the brunette making her flip over to lie on her back, nuzzling her face in the crook of Santana's neck and throwing her arm over her toned abs, tracing circles.
Santana rested her head on top of Brittany's as she pulled the blonde impossibly close to her. "You."
"Urgh, San, you're so cheesy sometimes." she smiled against her girlfriend's neck.
"Only for you Britt. Only for you." she replied smiling, as her hand ran up and down Brittany's spine.
"I'm so happy about how everything turned out. And next year, it's gonna be great. I can't wait to live with you babe, even though Lord Tubs sure is against it. He told me yesterday."
"Britt, Lord Tubs is just jealous he's not coming with you. I, for one, am looking forward to having to to myself at all times." she answered, suggestively.
"Uhm, San, Lord Tubs is actually coming." Brittany bit her lip.
Santana broke free from her girlfriend to look at her face, "Seriously, Britt? Really?"
"Yeah, I just can't leave him. He's old and he'll start smoking again. I can't have that." Brittany frowned.
Santana smiled lovingly at Britt. Even though her girlfriend has a wild imagination she could not help but adore her even more when she's being all cute like this. "Yeah I guess we can take him."
"Awh! San, thank you! Thank you!" the blonde bounced up and straddled the brunette, peppering her face with kisses. "You're the best!"
Santana chuckled and tackled Brittany to the ground, so now she's straddling her. "Well, if you keep this up, we might end up bringing Charity aswell." she leaned forward, closing the gap between their lips to give Brittany a slow, passionate kiss.
Somehow, the heat of the scorching sun must have gotten to Brittany because she's pulling Santana down as close as possible, kissing her fervently, licking her bottom lip to get more access and the Latina obliged, parting her lips to grant her girlfriend permission. Sweat was starting to build up on their foreheads as things get more heated up. Brittany's hands were splayed on the brunettes back, tracing indecipherable letters, until they rested on the small of her back. Santana trailed kisses down her neck, sucking and nipping at the dip of her collarbones. An embarrassingly loud moan escaped the blonde's lip and the brunette smiled against her neck pleased with the reaction her girlfriend was giving.
"Ehem." a voice croaked behind them and Santana jumped off Brittany faster than the speed of light.
"Hola mami." she looked down, cheeks burning with embarrassment. "You're home early."
"Hola Mrs Lopez." Brittany chirped.
"Hey girls, I see you've been, uhm, enjoying the sun." she teased, raising an eyebrow.
"Yeah, uhm, about that, we're totally sorry. We just uhmm..."
"Santana it's okay, I understand. Just, well, please don't burn out neighbours' eyes. Maybe somewhere more private would be more suitable? Also, we know how your Papi feels about this. yes?" she looked at both the girls.
"I agree Mrs Lopez! Lord Tubs, has also been giving me the same advice." Brittany smiled.
Santana turned to her in disbelief, "Yes, mami, we're just gonna go to my room. Britt?"
Brittany took Santana's hands and they both ran inside the house and up the stairs.
"That was so embarrassing!" the shorted girl laughed.
"San, it's cool. You're mom is so cool with it!"
"I know but still, it's weird. And you know, Papi's quite uncomfortable with it. What was I thinking?"
"You know what's weird?" the blonde asked, inching towards Santana, resting her hands on the brunette's hips.
"Uhm, what just happened?" Santana answered confusedly.
"No, silly. We're still both standing here in your room, not naked." Brittany bit her lip, most certainly undressing Santana with her eyes.
"This is why I love you. You keep me straight." Santana pulled her closer, her hands resting on her hips.
"But you're not straight San." Brittany wrinkled her forehead.
"That's not what I...never mind, where were we?" Santana said, tackling her onto the bed.
After hours of fulfilling each other's sexual desires, they both lay on the bed, bodies bare, limbs tangled with each other. Santana was cuddling Brittany from behind as the blonde slept in her arms. At this moment, everything was perfect, everything was going so right. Santana was where she wanted to be, where she needed to be. Beside her, always.
"I love you so much, Britt." she whispered, planting a kiss on her girlfriend's shoulder. "So unbelievably much."
"Hmmm, I love you too, San." she replied, smiling in her sleep as she pulled Santana's arm closer to her chest and moved into her more, fitting into her body perfectly.
Her consciousness was slowly building up as she opened her eyes again. She could hear muffled voices; see blurry traces of people standing near the door of the unfamiliar room she's in. The overpowering smell of disinfectant made its way to her nostrils and she could feel herself wrinkling her nose in disgust. It smelled overly clean in this place and it made her uncomfortable. Ever since Santana could remember, she loathed the smell of places like this. It reminded her of her unplanned visits to the hospital whenever she got into "little accidents". A few broken bones here and there, appendicitis, a number of cuts and grazes from a motor cross accident when Brittany tried to teach her one time. Her father was always on call and she would always be greeted by a disapproving face, like she's done nothing but fail. She's thankful for the past two years or so that she doesn't have to face her father whenever she got into medical trouble. He was still working back in Ohio and there was no way they were relocating anytime soon, especially after what happened to her brother. Her mother had been very understanding as always, reassuring Santana that it was no one's fault but her father had been narrow minded, as always, silently blaming Santana and Brittany for the events that unfolded a few months back. The mention of the blonde's name in her head ticked something. Where is Brittany?
"Brittany?" she called out, just like the first time. The muffled voices seem to move close and closer until she could recognise them. Quinn and Rachel were standing beside her bed, one on either side with a worried look plastered on their faces. "Quinn, where's Britt?"
The hazel eyed woman took her hands and squeezed them, "Santana, do you know what happened? Can you remember anything before this?"
She tried to swallow but her throat felt dry, "Water, I need water."
Rachel walked towards the bedside table and grabbed a glass of water and handed it to the other brunette carefully. Santana took drank the whole glass, relieving her thirst.
"I just remember being in jail, then Britt picked me up. We were arguing in the car, I was being an asshole and then we stopped at a leeway, then she was trying to get back to the highway and..." then suddenly, something clicked. Flashes of images, the argument, Brittany telling her she's moving in with Quinn and Rachel, her desperate plead and then a car slamming into the driver's side. She began to shake violently as tears welled up her eyes, "Oh my god! Oh god. Where is she? Where the hell is Brittany? Quinn! Tell me, please."
Rachel looked as if she was also going to burst in tears so Quinn stepped up and threw her hands around her friend, trying to comfort her as much as possible. "Sssh, Santana, you need to relax, your injuries will get worse."
"I don't fucking care Quinn. Tell me where Brittany is!" she cried out trying to sit up but her pain was shooting through her body at different parts.
"Santana," Rachel began, trying not to cry herself, "Brittany is, she's..."
"Fucking tell me or I will rip all these wires off me. I swear to God, Rachel." She pleaded, desperately.
"She's in the ICU." She breathed out.
"Is she going to be okay? Can I see her? I wanna see her!" her mind was in complete breakdown mode.
Quinn let her go and sat beside on the bed. "Santana, Brittany hasn't woken up, yet."
"What I don't understand? She'll wake up soon right? I mean I was knocked out, I'm awake now." The Latina reasoned out. Brittany had to wake up soon. She had to.
"She's in coma, Santana. The impact on her side was major. She's suffered internal injuries, and her brain was haemorrhaging." Quinn said with an obvious tone of sadness. "The doctors are hoping, she'll make it through. We're all hoping."
"Oh my God! No. This can't be happening! This can't be real!" Santana cried out, "It's my fault Quinn. I'm a fucking idiot. I should be in the ICU, not Brittany. I should be dead."
"No! Santana, quit it!" Quinn shouted, "You need to stop blaming yourself. You need to be strong, for Brittany. She wants you to be strong." This time, the facade that Quinn was trying to pull off has failed. She was now in tears, along with Rachel.
"Quinn, she has to wake up. She needs to. I have to tell her that it's not her fault, that nothing was her fault. I can't live with myself if anything happened to her. I just can't live without her. Do you understand me?" Santana looked up, her face in complete and utter dismay.
Quinn looked over to Rachel then back to Santana, "Yes, I understand you. We're here okay? We'll get through this. The doctors are doing everything they can. You need to have faith in Britt, she's a strong one. She'll make it through."
Indeed, Quinn was right. Brittany has always been the strong one. Despite what everyone around them thinks, under the innocent, ditzy persona, Brittany always stayed strong and optimistic for both of them. There have been times when Santana found herself giving up, losing hope and her girlfriend would hold her tight, her wordless encouragement pushed Santana through, and at this moment, she needed to feel Brittany's embrace. To tell her everything is going to be okay.
Bare in mind guys, I have no idea what the next chapter is going to be like! So we're all waiting to see what will happen!