I'm really sorry it's been so long since I updated. I haven't really been in the mood to write. Hopefully I'm back but I won't make any promises for sure. Thanks for sticking with me though. You guys are the best :)
The doctor came in and checked Brittany out. She was taken for some tests. I felt so much better, like a huge weight had been lifted off my shoulders.
"Santana," Alice spoke up, "I want to apologize. I was an ass. You're really good with Britt."
"Thank you," I nodded. "I hope you know how much I love Brittany. She's my everything."
"I know." She nodded and smiled.
*3rd Person POV*
Detective Lopez met a few LAPD officers at Santana's house. He took the lead since it was his niece's house. He drew his gun and went inside. They heard a noise coming from upstairs so they quietly went toward it.
"Stop right there!" Detective Lopez shouted at the little brunette trashing Santana's bedroom. "Put your hands where I can see them."
"This isn't what it looks like," Rachel said, raising her hands in the air. "Santana asked me to come over."
"Oh really?" An officer placed handcuffs on Rachel. "Then why did she call me? My niece told me all about you. You're lucky Brittany pulled through."
"Brittany deserved it! She's the reason Santana broke up with me!"
"I don't want to hear it. You're going to jail."
Two hours later, after being processed, Rachel called Quinn.
"Rachel, what did you do?" Quinn asked after bailing the brunette out.
"I broke into Santana's house," Rachel said softly.
Quinn sighed and walked out to her car. Once they were driving, she glanced over at Rachel. "You really need to stop all this."
"What do you mean?"
"All this stuff with Santana. She doesn't want you. She loves Brittany. And do you know you almost killed her? The poor girl did nothing to you."
"She beat the hell out of me."
"Because you drugged Santana and tried to take advantage of her! Listen, you're my best friend and I'm only saying this because I love you. But you're crazy! I don't know who you are anymore. And I'm not sticking up for you anymore. You really hurt Santana by hurting Brittany. Her heart was broken. You did that. You need to leave Santana alone."
"I don't know how I'm supposed to. I love her."
"No you don't. You want her because you can't have her." Quinn pulled up to Rachel's place. "Why don't you go spend some time at the New York theater? I think that would be better for you."
"That's a good idea." Rachel nodded slowly.
"Now I need everything you took from Santana. And don't tell me you don't have anything because I know you do."
Rachel hung her head and led Quinn into her apartment. She grabbed an empty box then went to her bedroom. She packed up the box and handed it to Quinn. "This is everything."
"Damn, Rachel. How did you manage all of this?" Rachel just shrugged. "I'm going to go. Let me know when you're leaving town."
"I will." Rachel smiled sadly, giving Quinn a hug.
*Santana's POV*
While Brittany was getting some tests done, I snuck off to get a shower and change into fresh clothes. I made my way back into Brittany's room to find a cop talking to her. I walked back out into the hallway. After the cop left, I wandered back into the room. "Everything ok, B?"
"Yeah," Brittany nodded. "They just had some questions."
I sat next to the bed. "Are you ok?"
"Yeah. I'm kinda tired though."
"Take a nap, babe."
"Are you staying?"
"Of course." I got up, kissing her softly. "I'm not going anywhere."
"Thank you."
"I love you, Britt."
"I love you too, San."
"Before you go to sleep, there's one thing."
"What?"
"Do you want me to call your parents?"
"No, I should do it."
*Brittany's POV*
I slowly took my phone from Santana's hand. I hit 2 on speed dial and held the phone up to my ear.
"Brittany!" my mom squealed into the phone. "Honey, it's been so long since you've called. How are you?"
"I'm sorry I haven't called lately. I'm ok. But I was in an accident last night."
"Oh my. Are you ok?"
"I have a broken arm and leg but I'm ok."
"Thank goodness. How did it happen?"
"I was driving back to Santana's and someone hit me."
"You were driving? You don't have a car."
"It was Santana's."
"Who is Santana?"
"She's this amazing girl I've been seeing." I looked over and smiled at the Latina.
"Tell me everything."
"She's four months younger than I am. She takes really good care of me. She's really amazing, mom."
"You know you're going to have to bring her here."
"I know. I will. Not until I'm all healed though."
"Are you going to have the girls help take care of you?"
"I don't know yet. I haven't figured it out."
"Make sure you call once a week."
"I will."
"We love you, Britt."
"I love you too, mom."
"Make sure Santana takes care of you."
"She will."
"Good. I'll talk to you soon."
I ended the call, putting the phone on the bed. "She took that well."
"But you left out the coma part," Santana raised an eyebrow at me.
"She would have worried too much and probably would have flown out here."
"What's wrong with that?"
"They can't afford a trip clear across the country right now."
"I could—"
"Don't finish that sentence. It's ok. They wouldn't accept it anyway."
"How long has it been since you've seen them?"
"Almost two years."
"You need to see them, babe."
"Funny you should say that. My mom wants me to take you home so she can meet you."
"I'll send you out there."
"You have to come too."
"I can't, B."
"Why not?"
"I don't do well with parents. Well, I've never met parents. You're the first serious relationship I've been in."
"San, you have nothing to worry about. They're gonna love you. And it's not like we'd be going soon. I can't fly like this." I pointed at the cast on my leg.
"Good point." Santana laughed.
Dr. Lopez walked in with a smile. "How are my two favorite girls?"
"Good," Santana smiled at him.
"Brittany, it's nice to see you're awake. How are you feeling?"
"Pretty good, considering." I shrugged.
"Great. We've got a wheelchair and a set of crutches for you. Have you had crutches before?"
"Yeah, I had a severe ankle sprain in high school."
"Ok, well we still want to have you try them out here before taking them home. If all goes well, and it looks like it is, you can head home tomorrow."
"Great." I smiled. "Thank you."
"I'll have the nurse bring them in shortly and you can start to practice."
"Not Nurse Abby," Santana glared at him.
"Of course not." He smiled and headed for the door. "I'll bring dinner by later."
After he left, I stared at Santana. "What?" she asked.
"What just happened?"
"I didn't tell you yet," she smiled. "After I got here, I was a mess. I found my dad and told him what happened. He took care of you. He apologized to me for everything and wants to work on being a good father."
"That's great, San." I smiled brightly, taking her hand. "And Nurse Abby?"
"Some dumb girl who tried to hit on my while you were in your coma."
"You didn't hit her, did you?"
"No, I didn't. You would have been proud of me. I just told her to leave and when she didn't, I yelled."
"Good job, baby." I pulled her to me, kissing her softly. "No more fights for you."
"I'm a good girl now." She smirked.
I rolled my eyes playfully. "So I get to go home tomorrow."
"Are you going back to your place?"
"I was waiting to see what you thought."
"I'm going to take care of you whether you stay with me or not."
"Do you want me to stay with you?"
"Yes I do."
"Then I will." I smiled. "Take a nap with me."
"The bed is too small, babe."
"Please?"
"I don't want to hurt you."
"I need this." I scooted over a little to give Santana some more room. She climbed into the bed. Resting her head on my shoulder, she draped her arm over my stomach loosely. "I love you, San."
"I love you, B. You really scared me. Don't ever do that again."
"I won't. I promise."
"Good." Santana tilted her head up, kissing my jaw. "Get some rest, babe."
I rested my head against Santana's and fell asleep quickly. Just as I fell asleep, I felt Santana hold on tighter.
*Santana's POV*
I felt Brittany's breathing even out as she fell asleep. I squeezed her a little tighter. IT hadn't been very long but I missed being this close to her. The accident made me realize how much she actually means to me. I'm not letting her go. Ever.
