A/N: Hello all. I have just returned home from my school's band trip in Chicago (great city), and I am eager to continue this story! A week and a half ago I saw the source saying that Blaine is going to propose to Kurt, and it's likely that Kurt will say yes. Ahh! Fangirling. Not quite what I thought would happen, but oh well. I'll take it. I'd like to give a shout out to Klaineisme for giving me my first review. My response was "Aw shucks, thanks!" And if you're reading this Klaineisme, you should know that you're fantastic. Enjoy this next chapter everyone!

-Santana's POV-

"Brittany, why are you here?" I asked incredulously.

She grinned from ear to ear. "Because I wanted to see you, silly!"

I was confused. "You don't want to spend the break with Sam?" I asked.

"Well, he's going back to see his parents. He asked me to go with him so I could meet them, but I said I had to visit my own family." She said.

"But you're here." I stated.

"Yes." She said plainly.

There was a pause as she looked to the floor.

"You wanna watch a movie?" I suggested.

She raised her head and smiled at me. "Sure!"

I turned around and made my way to the couch, put on a movie, and sat beside her. I felt her pinky link with mine, and I smiled. I remember when we used to do that all the time.

"Santana?" The sound of her voice startled me a bit.

"Yeah?" I said.

"You seem out of it. Have you been taking medication?" She asked.

"No Brit, I'm not sick." I said.

She smiled and turned her head back to the screen. "Good."

The movie had started, but I couldn't help but look at Brittany instead. Our pinkies were still locked.

-Blaine's POV-

"You took a bad hit to the head, your left arm is broken, and a few ribs are broken. You will have to stay here until the end of next week." The doctor said.

"The end of next week?!" I moaned. "That's when Kurt leaves!"

The doctor gave me a sympathetic smile. "Whoever Kurt is, he will come back again."

I looked away. "I hope so."

He looked down at his papers. "It appears you have a visitor. Perhaps this is the mysterious Kurt, hm?" He said. He opened the door and Kurt flew past him.

"Blaine, you're okay! I'm so sorry, if we hadn't fought you wouldn't have stormed off and gotten into that accident, I am so sorry." His face was tinged red and slightly wet. He had been crying. Sobbing, more like.

Even though I was in a hospital bed and in a lot of pain, I was so happy. I've been downright miserable this year with Kurt practically ignoring me. I had started to think he didn't give a damn if I cried in my sleep from missing him. But now there he was, standing over me, with so much emotion in his eyes. How could he look at me like that if he didn't care?

"Hey, shh Kurt it's all right." I said soothingly.

"No it's not! You're sitting there in so much pain, and I'm fine." He hiccupped. "I was the one who rejected you; I should be the one lying on that bed." He started crying again.

I grabbed his hand and pulled it towards me. "You listen to me. What I did was wrong. I shouldn't have kissed you. Furthermore, it's my fault I'm in this bed. I decided to get behind the wheel when my emotions were screwed up. I'm sorry." I said.

He squinted at me like he couldn't believe what I had just said. "How can you even say that?! How can you look me in the face? I did this to you!" He sobbed.

"Kurt, I'm not dead. Look at me."
He looked at me. Something happened in that split second that our eyes met. I didn't want to break his gaze, and something inside me knew he wouldn't either.

The door swung open and the doctor reentered the room. Kurt looked up at him.

"Tissue?" The doctor offered.

Kurt nodded. "Thanks. I should be going though. I want to visit some old friends." He turned to me. "Take care, Blaine. I'll be back in a few hours." He glanced at the doctor, who was still looking at us. He took the hint and went into the next room. Kurt bent down to my ear and whispered, "I love you so much." And then he was gone.

-Kurt's POV-

"Dad I'm home!" I called upstairs. I heard a muffled reply.

There was something I had to do. Something that couldn't wait until I got back to New York. Maybe breaking up with someone over the phone is scummy, but I can't keep leading Adam on.

I called him and waited. And waited.

"This is Adam Crawford, just leave me a message and I'll call you back."

Dammit, Adam. Don't make this any harder on me, pick up.

"Hey, it's me. Call me back when you get this." I said lamely.

I pressed end, and my phone started buzzing. Adam's ID popped up on the screen.

"Oh thank god." I breathed. I picked it up.

"Hello?"

"Ay Kurt! I only just missed your call. What's up?" He said cheerfully.

"Adam, I hate to do this over the phone, but—"

He cut me off. "—Don't say it, please."

I took a deep breath and let it all out in that one breath.

"I'm sorry I led you on for so long, I really liked you, I did. But I didn't take the time to properly get over Blaine, so now I'm at a crossroads and I chose Blaine. It's over between us, Adam." I said.

"You chose his road and left me in the dust. I did say I can't compete with a fantasy, so I guess I can't complain too much. Friends?" He said.

"Friends." I confirmed. I hung up and breathed.

-Santana's POV-

Brittany was resting her head on my shoulder as she watched the movie. I liked the position we were in, but it screwed me over because I could no longer stare at her.

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw her eyes twitch up in my direction. She noticed that I was struggling to try and look at her. She smiled, picked her head up, and turned to face me. She reached behind her head and let her hair out of her ponytail.

"Like what you see?" She questioned.

She was trying to seduce me. What the hell? Not that I particularly care about Sam's feelings, but why hasn't Brittany tried this before now?

Regardless, my mouth formed a small smile.

"I thought so!" She sang.

"Brit, why are you doing this? What about Sam?" I asked.

Her bright face faltered. "We broke up." She said simply.

Flashback:

It was the last day before break, and Sam came up to me.

"Hey babe, I was thinking you might want to come with me on break to my parent's place." He said.

I asked him to let me think about it, so he gave me the next two periods to think it over. I realized I kinda wanted to see Santana, I hadn't seen her in forever. Then the bell rang.

"So, what'll it be?" He asked.

"I want to spend spring break with Santana; I haven't seen her in a while, y'know?" I said.

That made him angry. "You'd rather sleep around New York with your ex-girlfriend than come spend two weeks with me and my folks? I thought we were getting serious."

That hurt. That really, really hurt. I started crying. Sam realized the nature of what just came out of his mouth.

"No, Brittany, that's not—I didn't mean—" He started.

I cut him off mid—sentence. "—That was really mean, Sam. You ought to trust me. If you can't trust me, than this whole thing doesn't mean anything."

His face became astonished. "So that's it? We're done?" He said.

"Yes." I said, and walked away.

I looked at her. "You broke up? Just like that? Poof?" I said.

She looked at me with those sad blue eyes. "Well yeah."

I placed my hand softly around her neck and looked back into her eyes with a sense of seriousness. She was about to cry. "Brittany" I whispered. "No matter what went down between you and Sam, I'm right here. You're still my best friend, and you will always have a place here." I pointed to my heart with my free hand. Then I used that hand to hold hers.

A single tear fell from her left eye. "I miss you, Santana. Come back." She whispered.

"You know I can't do that, baby. But right now, and for the next two weeks, it's just you and me against the world."

I lied down and motioned for her to lie down with me. I held her, and we stayed on the couch for what seemed like an eternity. I didn't mind.

A/N: So! Santana had feelings in this chapter, as did Kurt! Some big things happened for them, wouldn't you say? I hope you understood the flashback. If you didn't, everything in italics is the flashback. When it returns to normal font, it's the present time. Santana did not "see" the flashback. It was for you, the reader, and Brittany only. Thank you for reading, you wonderful person you.