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Santana woke up still leaning against Brittany's door. Sighing she got up and saw that the blonde wasn't lying in her bed anymore. In fact she wasn't even in the room. Santana was alarmed and leapt to her feet to search, if necessary, every inch of the apartment. But she didn't have to as almost inaudible sobs came from the bathroom. She found Brittany sitting in the bath tub filled with water. At first she thought Brittany wanted to commit suicide but she knew better than that. No it was ice cold water and it seemed Brittany wanted to purify herself because she kept muttering sorry over and over.
Instincts took over as the Latina pulled her out of the tub dried her off and brought her back into her room to get fresh clothes. It have been exactly six months since the incident.
Santana did her best to handle working and taking care of Brittany. Luckily Quinn let her set her own work hours as long as she got her work done. It wasn't even necessary to come to the office so she could get the work done at home in front of her laptop. She always imagined being a full fledged lawyer but seeing that Brittany's condition didn't improved she started working for Quinn and was now more or less a secretary. She had left university with hope to return when Brittany got better.
So after getting some work done Santana heard the doorbell ring.
She opened the door and was greeted by a fuming Quinn "Really San this bitch is driving me nuts, I wish you were there to go all Lima heights on her ass."
"Whoa slow down there tiger. Is Lauren making a fuss again?" Santana had to chuckle cause Quinn had ranted almost every time they met about one of her new employees who just couldn't shut up even to superiors.
"I mean I would have fired her but well Puck has taken a liking to her and well half of the firm is his." Quinn wanted to star her own law firm but lacked capital so she borrowed money from him. Apparently the girls in Hollywood thought his perverted ways were charming so he was earning quiet a lot of money. "So.. how is Britt today?" Quinn asked trying to keep her voice nonchalantly as she sat down on the living room couch.
Every time she visited Quinn swore that the apartment looked duller. The living room walls were painted in a nice and warm yellow but as Brittany's "absence" drew it seemed to pale. The once nice bright kitchen was messy most of the time because Santana had her hands full with work and Brittany and well the master bedroom became Brittany's sanctuary so it was always dark and messy because Santana didn't want to invade for things like cleaning up.
"I really don't know. She is even more withdrawn than usual she doesn't even care about who is near her like she isn't even aware that she is still here." Santana was more or less talking to her pants cause she didn't know if she could talk to Quinn without staring to sob.
"Have you considered admitting her to the hospital? I mean last time she was checked in because she wasn't eating enough except from the few sessions after the incident she never talked to anyone." Quinn was careful because she knew that with one false word she would summon all of Santana's defense mechanisms up.
" Q, she is fucking doing nothing. How do you expect a therapist to work on her. I mean she won't take any medication as you might have noticed. You have to force them down her throat and I'm not sure if that is the cure." Santana was now very much screaming at the girl right in front of her.
Quinn could understand where the Latina was coming from, as she was the one who took Brittany in and cared for her for now six months but she was also concerned for Brittany, one of her best friends, and didn't think the Latinas approach to gently let her come back to her senses was working anymore.
"Well I don't like the idea as much as you, but this can't go on Santana. She isn't getting better. Perhaps you have to force the help she needs on her." Quinn wasn't screaming as Santana expected her to but she was pleading as the tears ran down her cheeks.
Santana didn't realize it but they were both very much crying and just as Santana wanted to engulf Quinn in a tight hug Brittany entered the room.
She was walking like a corpse muttering "I'm sorry" under her breath over and over. She didn't know what exactly made her do it but something in Santana snapped. She ran over to Brittany took her by the shoulders slammed her into the wall and slapped her hard across the face "For fucks sake B you have to snap out of it! You can't go on like this you're killing yourself, your killing me. Can't you see that! There are people that need you here so you have to come back to us. Please!" Just as Quinn was leaping up to punch sense into Santana for attacking Brittany like that Brittany looked at Santana. It was the first time in 6 months that she really looked at Santana. "It was all my fault San, and now they are dead and I'm here. I want to say how sorry I am I want to be there again and this time I want to be brave... But I can't..I can't...I can't..." Santana didn't know to do anything else but hug Brittany as if her life depended on it. She carefully kissed the top of her head and cradled her like a baby in her arms whispering words of comfort into her ear, while Brittany sobbed into her shoulder.
After some time the sobs subsided and Brittany fell asleep due to pure exhaustion and was put back to bed by Quinn and Santana.
A/N: So well I'm planning to introduce the whole "incident" in the next chapter, but I still want to give you insight on what happened before this. Like a short summary of how Britt and Santana lived their lives. This was a try to illustrate what Santana is doing and stuff. So if you are not tired of me yet please review :)