Hey guys. Sorry it took a little bit longer. University started again and I have less time, but I hope I will be able to update a least once a week.

This chapter isn't that good. I'm sorry. But I wanted one that deals with the aftermath. there won't be any more consequences though.

Well in the next one we'll be in mckinley high finally and meet all the other guys ^^

Carol Guimm: Tnaks for your review :) English is not my native language, too :D So sometimes it's hard for me to write and it take my a bit longer. But I try my best :)

Chapter 15

The ringing of her phone brought Santana back to reality. She grabbed it and look at the display. It was Quinn.

"Um", she answered the phone, still half in trance.

"Santana?", Quinn asked confused, "Are you alright?"

Santana cleared her throat and tried to focus. "Yeah sure. What's up?"

"I was just concerned about Brittany. Is she okay?", Santana could hear that Quinn was really worried.

"She is fine I think. I mean, she seems fine.", Santana explained.

"Okay, good", Quinn paused for a moment, "Matt is in the hospital. You broke his nose and half of one tooth is missing", Santana couldn't tell if Quinn was shocked or amused about that. Probably both.

"Sounds good", Santana said with a cold voice.

"Yeah..um..listen..", Quinn started.

"Speak clear Q!", Santana grumbled, because of Quinn's stutter.

"I called the police, but because of the injuries he took him into the hospital and I don't know what happened next, but I think B has to talk to the police", she explained, "Do you think she can handle that?"

Santana bit on her lip. She didn't want to do that to Brittany. Even if she was okay about what happened, she would dying of nervousness, if she had to talk to the police.

"Don't you think I can talk to them? I saw everything. I don't want Brittany have to deal with that crap"

"I thought about that but...if she won't say anything than it's your testimony against his and if he'll lie, you could get into trouble. You put him into the hospital after all", Quinn sounded concerned.

"San? What are you doing? Are you coming?", Santana could hear Brittany's voice from downstairs.

"Fuck. Quinn, I gotta go. Don't worry. I'll handle that. Bye"

As Santana ended the call, she saw another message on her display. There was a text from Noah. He send it early in the morning. Santana opened it.

"Hey hot stuff. I heard about your friend. I'm really sorry I invited that jackass, but you did a great job with his face. Nice! I hope everything is okay. -Puck"

Santana smiled. She stood up from the bed and on the way downstairs she answered.

"Hey Noah, everything's fine, don't worry. But you'll have to make that up to me ;) - Santana"

As Santana entered the kitchen and looked into Brittany's smiling face, the memory of what happened a few minutes ago came back and instantly her stomach started to feel weird.

"Um sorry, Quinn called", Santana stumbled and sat down towards Brittany.

Brittany didn't seem to bother. She just smiled and took one of the waffles her mum made.

Santana looked at her, not sure if she should first talk about Matt or the kiss or nothing at all.

"What's wrong?", Brittany asked after a while, "Aren't you hungry?"

"Sure", Santana said quickly and lifted one of the waffles on her dish.

"Um..Britt?", she said after a while, still didn't touched her food.

Brittany looked up. "Yes?"

"You...we..can't do that", she stumbled.

Brittany frowned. "What? Breakfast? Is it because it's sweet?"

Now Santana frowned too. "What?.. No. I mean. We can't kiss", she lowered her voice when she said the last word.

"Why?", Brittany's smile disappeared and suddenly she looked afraid, "Are you mad at me again? I..I..just … I mean...you.."

"No, no", Santana interrupted her and squeezed her hand in order to calm her down, "I'm not mad. I promise"

Brittany seemed relieved. "Why?", she asked again, "It feels good. I like it"

The weird feeling in Santana's stomach came back and she blushed slightly. But then she shook her head. "We just can't, okay?", she said a bit more serious, "Friends don't do that"

"Oh", Brittany made and looked at her waffle, "Okay"

Santana swallowed. Brittany looked sad and she didn't like to make her sad. And somehow Santana was sad too. But she was right. She couldn't kiss. That's not what friends do.

Santana observed Brittany for a while. She poked with her fork in her waffle and had stopped eating or smiling. It was impossible for Santana to talk about Matt now. She would deal with it by herself. Brittany hadn't have to know.

"Hey listen", she said with a cheering voice, "What about you eat your waffle and then we go back in your room and I sing something for you?", Santana suggested. The last time Brittany really enjoyed her singing. And it worked. Brittany's smile came back instantly and she nodded happily.

In the afternoon, when Santana left the Pierce-House, she went to the police. Happily everything went well. Matt hadn't lied. The policeman who had talked to him, told Santana, that Matt was very afraid for some reasons.

"He looked at me with his broken nose and said something like", the policeman imitated Matt's voice, "I tell you everything but please tell this girl I was honest", he raised a eyebrow, "I guess 'this girl' is you?"

Santana smiled to herself. "I guess so too", she bit on her lip, "I just saw him there and freaked out. I had to protect my friend."

"One lucky friend", the man said with a smile, but then he got serious, "but next time try to keep the violence out. Your name is known here and a synonym for trouble. Some guys here have prejudices against your family"

Santana frowned. "My name?"

The man nodded. "Lopez. The bad guys", he smirked, "When your brother was your age he sat here almost every week. And your uncle.."

"..is in prison. Yeah I know that", Santana interrupted him. She wasn't sure, why they were having this conversation, but she didn't like it. Her family wasn't bad, only misunderstood.

"I'm sorry. All I wanted to say is, stay out of trouble, okay?"

Santana nodded. "Yeah sure"