My plans for this weekend fell through so here is an update. This one is a bit shorter and just some filler. I hope you enjoy! And don't forget to review please :)

*Brittany's POV*

I paced the waiting room floor. I don't know why I was so nervous. It's probably just a broken nose. It's not a big deal.

"You need to calm down." Puck pushed me down in a chair and sat next to me. "It's not like she's dying."

"I know." I sighed. "I just don't like hospitals."

"I don't know anyone who does." He laughed.

"Does this happen often with you two?"

"If it's broken, it marks the first broken bone. It's usually bumps, bruises, sprains, black eyes."

"You guys really are crazy." I shook my head.

"We're really competitive. Always have been and probably always will be."

I whipped my head around when I heard the doors open. The doctor had his arm around Santana's shoulder, talking to her in a hushed tone. Her head was down and her hair covered her face. She signed some papers at the nurse's station, nodding at her father/doctor. I stood up and Puck grabbed my wrist. He shook his head when I looked back at him. I hated not being there to comfort her but he knows what he's talking about so I have to stand here patiently.

A few minutes later, Santana was led over to us by the doctor. "Noah, will you please tone it down a little next time?" he asked, looking at Puck with a small glare.

"Yes sir." Puck nodded.

"Good. I have to get back to work. Take care of yourselves."

I watched the older man walk off before reaching out and rubbing Santana's arm. "You ok?"

She nodded, still looking at the floor. "It's broken."

"I'm really sorry, San." Puck apologized again.

"It's ok. It was bound to happen sooner or later. But your shirt is ruined. He threw it away."

"That's fine. I have a million." I gave him a quick nod and he smiled. "I'll go get the car and meet you guys out front."

We just nodded and he took Quinn's hand then left. "Are you really ok?"

"Yeah." She shrugged. "My pride is kinda damaged though."

"Why won't you look at me?"

"I don't want you to see me like this." She spoke softly. "I look horrible."

"I do like you for more than your looks, you know."

"I know but still."

I lifted her chin up with a finger until her eyes finally met mine. I studied her face. Two black eyes. Swollen nose. Weird cast thing on her nose. I smiled softly. "You're still beautiful, now with a little more color." I kissed her forehead.

"You're such a dork." She smiled, shaking her head.

"But I'm your dork, right?"

"Of course, B."

"Good." I gave her a quick hug and kissed her temple. "Let's get you home."

"As long as you'll take care of me." I saw that smirk and knew she was ok. I playfully rolled my eyes, taking her hand. I pushed her in the car that Puck had waiting by the doors. "You've been taking care of my car, right Puckerman?"

"Of course. I wouldn't dream of hurting your precious car." Puck rolled his eyes as he started driving back to the house.

"Good. I'm not afraid to revoke your driving privileges."

"What about when you and Brittany are drunk at the club and need a ride home?" He smirked at her in the rear view mirror.

"Ever heard of cabs?"

"Ever heard of cars getting stripped?"

"Shut up." She sighed. I wrapped my arm around her shoulder, pulling her closer to me. "So Quinn, what's the deal with your little friend?"

"What?" Quinn asked, turning in her seat.

"Your vertically challenged friend. Why is she stalking me?"

"Just because she showed up at the beach doesn't mean she's stalking you. And why would she? She doesn't even know you."

"That's where you're wrong. She does know me. We met at LAX and had some fun. Then she shows up while I'm at dinner with Britts last night. And I'm pretty sure she was at LAX after."

"That's a popular club."

"True. I'll be willing to write that one off. But of all restaurants in LA, she happens to be at the same on we're at, alone? That can't be a coincidence."

"I don't know." Quinn shrugged. "But maybe you shouldn't have led her on."

"I'm pretty sure I explained everything before she left."

"You're an ass."

"Really?"

I held onto Santana's shoulders tightly. I leaned close to her ear. "It's not worth it. Just leave it alone."

She quirked an eyebrow before sighing. "Fine." She crossed her arms over her chest.

"No need to be grumpy now." I nudged my nose against her ear.

"You don't play fair."

"Who said anything about playing fair?" I smirked.

"Wanna go back to our game?" Puck chimed in from the front.

"I don't think we need anymore injuries for today." I laughed. "Why don't we go back to your place and order some food?"

"I like the way you think, kid." He laughed. "San?"

"That's cool." Santana nodded.

A short while later, we pulled up to the house. Quinn had the same look I did my first time there. I quietly laughed at her as I followed Santana into the house. We ended up going upstairs, Santana yelling at Puck what to order. Once in the safety of her bedroom, Santana stared at herself in the mirror. I sat on the edge of her bed.

"So," I said, playing with the bedspread, "that was your father?"

*Santana's POV*

I froze for a second, hearing Brittany ask about my father. I went back to messing with my cast. "Puck?" I looked at her through the mirror and she nodded. "Yep. That was good old dad."

"Wanna talk about it?"

"There's not much to say." I shrugged, leaning on my hands on the wall. "He said I was stupid for taking a game so seriously."

"Well that was kinda silly." Brittany smiled softly. She walked up behind me and wrapped her arms around my waist.

"I know." I leaned my head against her shoulder. "He asked about you."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah. He was surprised, to say the least, when I told him I was seeing someone."

"Maybe he does care."

"No because in the same breath he asked when I was going to fuck it up." I squeezed her hands and looked at her reflection. "I don't wanna fuck it up, B. I really don't. He can't be right again. God, why did he have to say that? Now I can't stop thinking about it."

"You won't fuck it up, babe. You care about me too much to fuck it up."

"I do care about you. So much. But I know my history. I know what I'm capable of. And I don't want to hurt you. Or myself."

"That's really cryptic, San." She kissed my neck. "But I'm not going anywhere though. So just shut up and let me take care of you."