First of all I would like thank everyone who reviews and for all the alerts and favorites. Its feels good to know that there are people out there reading and enjoying what I'm writing.

Second here is the second part that goes with the last chapter. Had to split the two up. Would have been a very long chapter if I didn't. So with that being said- Enjoy.

Chapter 19 - The Waiting Game

As the three of them step up to the nurse's desk the woman sitting behind it looks up at them. She looks the three of them up and down before saying anything. "May I help you?" She starts.

Quinn speaks up first. "Yes. Do you have any more information on our friends condition?"

The woman tilts her head to the side. "What's the name again?" She asks.

"Cut the crap woman." Puck blurts out. "You know who we're talking about. There isn't anyone else here waiting. Just tell us what you know bef-"

"Ok ok." The nurse cuts in causing Puck to stop talking. She opens the folder that is sitting in front of her and reads it over before looking up to them. "Your friend is out of surgery. It says here that she is in serious condition. But I can't tell you anymore than that seeing as none of you are family, correct?" She questions them. Puck and Quinn both look at Santana who is standing in between them. Santana is and has been looking down at her feet. Puck looks over to Quinn not knowing what to do. Quinn shrugs her shoulder not having a clue either.

"She is Brittany's girlfriend." Puck says pointing at Santana. Santana in turn lifts her head and looks the nurse in the eye. The nurse squints her brow together taking this new information in. "Isn't that enough?" He asks hoping that maybe the woman sitting behind the desk could just bend the rules a little and give them some significant info.

"Sorry. Not family. I can't tell you anything else." She shakes her head apologetically.

Puck throws his hands up in the air. "Well then how the hell are we suppose to find anything out?" He huffs out. Santana and Quinn stare at the nurse expecting an answer to Puck's question.

"Someone from her family would have to be here for you to find anything out. So if you could contact someone from her family and get them here then I could fill them in on your friend's condition. But if not then you will have to wait until she wakes up and either asks for her family or possibly one of you." She looks over the three of them waiting for any sort of response.

Puck turns towards Quinn. "Do you know how it contact her parents?" He asks the blonde. He knew Santana didn't know and he knew Quinn was her friend. He figured it was Quinn who had contacted Santana so he thought maybe she knew how to contact Brittany's parents.

Quinn dropped her head and shook it. "No idea." She looked back up towards Santana with a sad smile and shrugged her shoulders. Puck saw the interaction and turned back towards the nurse to speak once again.

"Ok so if we can't get anyone here- then what we have to wait until she wakes up?" He asks the nurse making sure he has it correct.

"Yep sorry. Nothing I can do about it."

"Ok so whens that gonna be- when she gonna wake up?" Puck asks the woman.

"Don't know. As I said she is in serious condition. Her body has gone through substantial trauma and surgery. Everyone's body reacts different to these things. She could wake up in the few hours or it could be tomorrow or it might not be until days from now when she awakes." She said as hopefully as she could. The reality was that she might not wake up anytime soon. The nurse tried her best to convey that message to them without it sounding to depressing. "There is nothing you or we the hospital can do be wait until she wakes up. Hopefully it will be soon."

Puck nodded understanding. "Ok thanks." He mumbled then turned away from her walking back over to take a seat in the waiting room. Quinn followed suit. She turned and took a few steps but when she realized that Santana wasn't following her. She turned back to the brunette and stepped to her side.

"Santana?" Quinn tried to get her attention. The Latina was once again looking down at the floor. She heard Quinn call her name but didn't bother to look up. "Santana." Quinn tried again. She put a hand on Santana's shoulder. "Let's go sit down." She suggested. Santana took a step and Quinn lead her to a seat. Santana stared down at the floor the whole time. She only lifted her head once she took a seat. That's when Quinn noticed she was crying. There were silent tears running down the brunettes cheeks.

Quinn was surprised at Santana state. Yes she had only met this woman twice before this but Santana came across as a strong tough confident woman. Quinn thought at one point that Santana was a bitch. But that was definitely not the case and this was proof of it. The fact that she was crying told Quinn that there was a lot more to Santana than she had realized. Quinn put an arm around Santana's shoulder pulling her into her side. "It's gonna be ok. Brittany's gonna be fine. She a tough cookie." She said trying to comfort Santana.

Santana shook her head in doubt. She sniffed trying to control her crying. "You- don't- know- that." She said trying to get her breathing under control and stop crying. She shook her head again before burying her face in her hands. Quinn looked over to Puck for help. She really didn't know anything about Santana. And Santana was right she didn't know if Brittany would be fine.

Puck shrugged his shoulder but stood before kneeling in front of Santana placing his hands on her knees. It felt a little bit like déjà vu to Puck. He had just gone through a crying session with Santana a few days ago. He had never seen this side of the brunette and now he had seen it twice in a week. The one thing he did know was that Santana loved Brittany and that's why she was in this state. "Santana." He said softly. "Look at me." She brought her hands down from her face tears still steaming down. "Hey how about we go for a walk." He suggested. Santana nodded her head in agreement. Puck stood and helped Santana to her feet. He looked over in Quinn's direction.

"I'll stay here and wait to hear anything." Quinn said to Puck. He smiled at her before leading Santana out of the waiting room.

They two of them walked down the hall to the cafeteria. They walked over to an empty table and sat down. "Do you want something and drink?" Puck asked her.

"Water maybe." She said in a weak voice.

"Ok stay here I'll be right back." He got up and went to the counter and order a water for Santana and a Pepsi for himself. He made his way back over to the table Santana was sitting at. She was sitting there slouched over with her forehead resting against the table. "Here I got you some water." He said setting the water down on the table and taking a seat next to her.

She lifted her head spotting the water. She grabbed it and took a long drink emptying half the bottle. She set it back down and rested her head on the table again. "This is so fucked up." She breathed out into the table. Puck heard her however. He placed his hand on her back.

"True." Was all Puck said in return.

"Why does this keep happening to me?" Santana groaned out. "I swear I am cursed or something." She sighed.

"What do you mean?" Puck asked not knowing what Santana was talking about.

"Everyone- well with the exception of you- but that's different. Everyone always leaves. In some way or another. My parents, the couple of girlfriends I've had and now Brittany."

Puck knits his eyebrows together in confusion. "Brittany's not going anywhere." He states bluntly.

"You don't know that." She replies. "I find someone who cares about me- who actually loves me and now I'm gonna lose her too. I didn't even tell her that I love her or how much she means to me. I'm so stupid." She mumbles into the table.

"Listen Santana I don't know how things were for you in the past but Brittany's not going anywhere." Puck tries to reassure her but he doesn't know what's going to happen.

"You don't know that. Stop trying to sugar coat things." She snaps at him. "It's like the universe is playing a cruel trick on me. I find someone and it takes them away from me." Santana says getting more and more frustrated with everything that's going on.

"It's gonna be fine." Puck throws out in an attempt to calm Santana down but all it does is add fuel to the ever growing fire.

Santana lifts her head from the table and stares Puck down. "You don't get it." She spits out. "She's not just some fucking one night stand. She's not just some girl that I think is cute. She's not just some chick I'm dating. I love her. I fucking fell in love with her and now what? What's gonna happen next? Is she gonna die? Is she gonna live? When is she gonna wake up? I can't even see her. What if I never-" Santana can't even finish that thought. She buries he head in her hands again as another waves of tears come over her.

Puck pulls her into his chest and just holds her there while she sobs away. "Shhh." They sitting there for a good five minutes until Santana calms down some. Her sobs are just little whimpers now and then. She pulls her body away from Puck and rubs her eyes with the ends of her sleeves drying any tears on her cheeks in the process. "Feel better?" Puck asks. Santana just shakes her head no not able to trust her voice at that moment. "Ok. Well we should go back and find Quinn. I'm sure she's wondering where we are." He stands and reaches out a hand to help Santana up. She stands on shaky legs. Puck places an arm around her shoulder and they walk out of the cafeteria back towards the waiting room.

In the waiting room Quinn is now reading a different magazine. She hasn't heard anything further about Brittany. She sees Puck and Santana approach and sets her magazine down on her lap. They all exchange polite sad smiles. "Any news?" Puck asks as he helps Santana to a chair.

"Nope. Nothing new." Quinn responds.

"Ok." Puck says simply as he takes a seat.

They sit there and wait and wait and wait some more. Minutes turn to hours. People come and go. They saw a man came in with a nail stuck in his hand. Puck fell asleep again and Quinn had read a number of magazines.

A flicker on the floor caught Santana's attention out of the corner of her eye. She looked at it more closely trying to determine what it was. As the seconds passed the spot on the floor grew bigger and bigger. It took about a minute for Santana to realize that the spot on the floor had been the sun coming in through one of the windows signaling that it was morning. They had been in the hospital waiting room all night.

Santana looked over at a sleeping Puck and then to Quinn. "Quinn." She whispered in an attempt not to wake Puck. "It's Monday don't you have to work today?" She asked. Quinn looked up from her magazine thinking for a second.

"I'll take the day off." Quinn says with a shrug.

"Ok." Santana went back to staring at the floor.

"Should we wake him?" Quinn asks Santana.

"No let him sleep." She says without looking in Quinn's direction.

They fall silent again. Back to the waiting game.


It was 12:30 and Santana was in the cafeteria looking for something to eat. She picked up a bagel and a cup of blueberry yogurt. She paid and made her way back to the waiting room where Quinn was. Puck had left to go back to the bar to open for the day. Santana said to him that she would stay at the hospital. He understood and told her not to worry about work. She reached her chair next to Quinn and sat down. Quinn had gone to get something to eat previous to Santana. They switched off both wanting someone to be in the waiting room incase there was some news.

Santana looked over at Quinn who just shook her head. Silently communicating that there was no news. Santana forced herself to eat and Quinn went back to reading. Santana couldn't understand how Quinn could just sit there and read the whole time. She thought there was no way she could concentrate on reading anything right now. But Quinn just read and read.

More hours passed until it was late in the afternoon. Sometime around dinner time. Santana had drifted off into a light sleep when something startled her awake. It was Quinn poking her arm. She opened her eyes prepared to give Quinn a dirty look for waking her. But she didn't get the chance. There was someone standing in front of her. She looked up to see that it was a nurse. She gave the woman a questioning looking before asking "Yes?"

"I understand you two are friends of Brittany Pierce." She began.

"Yes we are." Quinn answered as Santana sat there with her mouth hanging opening waiting for some news- any news.

"Well I have good news for you. Your friend is awake."

Quinn looked over to Santana to gauge her reaction. Santana sat still with her mouth hanging open not blinking. "Can we see here?" Quinn asked seeing as Santana wasn't prepared to say anything.

"They took her for some test. And she did ask if anyone she knew was here. I told her I would find out. So when she gets back to her room and when the doctor is ready to speak with her I will come and get you two. Ok?" The nurse said with a warm smile.

"Ok. Great. Thank you." Quinn said smiling politely back.

The nurse left to return to her duties. Quinn looked over to Santana and placed a hand on her knee. "Santana. I suggest you close your mouth or it's gonna get stuck like that." Quinn grinned. That pulled Santana out of her trance and she looked Quinn in the eye. "Brittany's awake. She's gonna be fine." Santana just stared at her. She didn't know what to say what to do how to act. Quinn squeezed her knee to comfort her. "We get to go see her soon. Aren't you happy?" Santana bottom lip began to tremble and tears started to collect in her eyes. Quinn saw her eyes glass over with tears so she squeezed Santana knee once more. "It's gonna be ok." She said. Santana nodded and tears started running down her face again. She really wished that this would stop happening. The crying like a baby all the time thing.