Alrighttttyyy. I'm back! Exams are over and hopefully updates will be coming at a better pace now! Thank you to all those who are reading this fic and find it interesting, I love you all:) this one takes off where the last chapter ended –Quinn quizzing poor little Brittany. Please let me know what you think:)

'Care to tell me what the hell is going on?'

Brittany was sure all the colour drained from her face with those words. She could feel the palms of her hands slipping easily over the pleats of her cheerios skirt. This wasn't happening, this wasn't happening, this wasn't happening…

After spending months keeping all these thoughts and plans couped up in her head like a captured bird she was so ready to just let it all fly free, but she couldn't. Everything would be for nothing, and she would be right back where she started. Afraid…Afraid that Santana would die and she had done nothing to stop it. She wasn't going to let Quinn use her charming, well…charm, to ruin everything she has been working towards. She wouldn't!

Brittany knew Quinn. She knew what she was capable of, not in a scary way, well scary for some…but in a way that meant she would do everything in her power to uncover someone's secrets. It was like her emerald eyes could pierce right through your skin and find the truth hidden in your soul. Brittany had seen her do it many times…she never knew what it was like to be on the other end though.

Quinn's perfectly manicured eyebrow was quirked, waiting for a response, any response at all, but the words were caught in her throat. What could she say? Quinn would know if she lied, she definitely would. Maybe if she just –

'Sorry BrittBritt, manhands said she didn't buy any straws.' Brittany felt two slender arms wrap around her waist from behind her and a warm breath on her shoulder. Thank godddd, Santana to the rescue! 'Don't worry though I pulled the sympathy card and she's on her way to the store on her Barbra pimped bike as we speak, I may have let down her tyres before she went.' Brittany felt Santana shrug against her back and she let out a breathy giggle and relaxed further into her arms.

'Be nice San.' Brittany smiled and placed her own hands ontop of tan ones against her stomach. She felt Santana huff a breath of air onto her neck and she giggled as it tickled her skin.

'Whatever, come on Britt lets go this pitty party is super depressing.'

'It's not a pitty party Santana, like it or not we actually do care about you.' Quinn quipped in before the two could get too caught up in their own little world. 'And I wasn't finished talking to Brittany yet.'

'Uh actually Quinn, can we talk later? I kinda wanna go spend some time with Santana right now..' She looked away sheepishly and rested her head on the side of Santana's.

'You guys spend every second of every day together. Britt this is important, I need –' Quinn started but Brittany was quick to interrupt.

'Santana's more important.' She stated firmly and staggered backwards with Santana still clutching onto her. They needed to leave now before Quinn figured out exactly what that statement meant.

'Oooh sucks to be you Qunnie.' Santana smirked as Brittany turned around and looped her arm through her's. When they reached the choir room door Brittany stole a glance back to see Quinn staring at her retreating form with a quizzical look plastered on her face. Shit. Note to self: Stay away from Quinn.

'Where to now beautiful?' Santana asked when they got to their row of lockers. Brittany rested her hand on her combination lock and tilted her head in thought. She watched as Santana took steady breaths in twisting her combination lock. She could see the concentration across her forehead, and it wasn't from remembering her combination because Brittany knew Santana could easily remember both of theirs without thinking, it was because she was counting how many seconds she had to hold a breath before she could let it out again, she was just trying to breath like a normal person again. Brittany knew this because sometimes when the Latina was distracted her breathing would become erratic and Brittany would have to place her hand on her skin for Santana to calm herself down again. 'Britt?' Santana prompted.

Brittany shook her head with a giggle. 'Sorry um…' they still had two periods left before home time, but Santana looked exhausted…

'Actually San I'm not feeling too good.' She pouted. Santana shut her locker and brought a gentle hand up to Brittany's forehead.

'Hmm you feel alright Britt, what's wrong?'

Brittany put on her best 'sick' face. 'I don't know I think I just need to lie down for a bit.' She poked her bottom lip out as far as she could, knowing Santana would have no choice but to give in.

'Aww poor baby. Come on I'll take you to the nurse and you can have a nap alright?'

Brittany nodded, trying to conceal her smile over pouting lips.

'Ok, come on.' Santana took her hand and led her down the halls until they made it to the nurse's station.

'Ladies.' The old lady nurse greeted them at the door.

'Britts here feels sick, can she lie down for a while?'

'Oh of course, my last little patient just left so the bed is free.' The nurse gestured towards the free room to their right. Santana smiled her innocent friendly smile and pulled Brittany towards the door. The blonde was trying her best to appear sick, hoping the nurse didn't have the same power her mom did in knowing when she was really sick and when she was faking.

Santana tugged them into the small room and closed the door behind them. Brittany kept up her façade and plonked down onto the single bed with a sigh. She watched as Santana sat on the edge of the bed and ran her fingers through her hair slowly.

'You're staying right?' Brittany asked. If she wasn't going to stay than this plan was all for nothing.

Santana's warm smile was enough to convince her. 'As if I would leave you. Now scoot.' She shuffled over a bit to make room for the Latina and as soon as she was lying down Santana shuffled closer and draped her arm over Brittany's stomach and rested her head in the crook of her neck.

'What if the nurse walks in?' Brittany asked quietly. She didn't really care as her hand coasted soothingly up and down Santana's back, but she was just hoping Santana didn't care either.

'Fuck her.' Was mumbled into her neck and she let out an airy giggle.

'Mmm only if I can watch.'

'Brittany!' Santana snapped her head up with a shocked grin on her face and she lightly hit her forearm. 'That's sick she's like sixty years old!'

Yeah actually that was kind of sick. Imagine Santana's smooth chocolate skin against old pasty white skin, wrinkles everywhere and –

'Yeah ok, after that visual I totally take it back.' She scrunched up her forehead and shook it a bit to get the horrible imagine from her head. Santana chuckled lightly into her neck and that was enough to bring her back to reality.

'So what do you want to do tonight?' Santana asked after a moment. To be truthful Brittany did have dance tonight at six but she didn't want to go. She wanted to spend every second she possibly could with the love of her life and if that meant skipping dance then there was no competition, she would skip it. Brittany automatically pulled her closer.

'Cuddle?' She answered.

Santana giggled. 'What do you think we're doing now britt?'

'mmm cuddle some more?' She felt Santana sigh into her neck. She knew that sigh.

'Brittany, you don't have to do that for me ok I'm fine. Don't you have dance tonight?'

'Nope.'

'Why not?'

'Because I'll be with you.'

She heard Santana groan against her skin. She knew Santana didn't like it when she stopped doing things for her but Santana didn't realise that she would be much happier doing something for her than doing something for herself. As long as San's happy, she's happy.

'Britt, you're going to that dance school, don't you need to like stay in shape and stuff?'

'Mmm yeah but you keep me in shape baby.' Brittany smirked and felt a small smile form against her skin. 'Come on your parents are at that fundraiser tonight I could come over, you could cook me dinner and I'll dance for you. Then that's my practice for the night and I don't have to leave you!'

She expected Santana to argue with her like she usually would but she remained silent. The room was filled with quiet breaths. One set breathing in and out equally with little effort involved, the other sounding as though each breath held less and less oxygen than the last. Brittany thought maybe Santana had dozed off when she felt the arm around her slacken slightly. She squeezed Santana closer to her body and a small 'Ok Britt' left plump lips.

Brittany tilted her head and pressed a sweet kiss to Santana's forehead. 'Go to sleep San.'

'Brittany?' Santana mumbled in her slumber.

'Yeah?' Brittany whispered. She didn't want to startle her.

'Thank you.' Was breathed back after a moment's pause. Brittany furrowed her brow in confusion.

'For what?'

Santana shuffled closer and placed her lips on the soft skin of her neck before relaxing back into the embrace. Brittany liked that she could now feel every single intake and outtake of breath she took, it made it a lot easier for her to keep track.

'For pretending to be sick.'

Brittany rolled her eyes with a wide smile. Caught. She should have known. 'Anytime.'

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The next morning Brittany sat nervously in her lab chair. She was always a little nervous in science anyway because one time she was mixing a few things that she thought would look pretty together and well – lets just say the fire department was called and the school may have been evacuated…

But the reason she was so nervous today was because Santana still hadn't shown up. Usually they would ride to school together in the morning but today Brittany asked if they could just meet at school because she wanted to get Santana a surprise, and well she couldn't do that if Santana was with her. Brittany thought that she would definitely be here by now and now she was really starting to worry. She had been texting the Latina all morning but she wasn't replying and that was definitely unlike her.

Last night had been wonderful, perfect even. Brittany watched as Santana roamed around the kitchen throwing delicious things into pans like she was some sort of magician of food, a sexy magician of food. After dinner Brittany put on some music and she even managed to get Santana to dance slowly with her for a while before she had to rest again. Then to top it off they exchanged sweet kisses for the rest of the night on the couch until it was nearly time for the Lopez's to come home and Brittany had to begrudgingly leave.

Brittany smiled to herself as the memories flowed back to her. She let that smile fall however when her eyes landed on the empty seat next to her. Where are you San?

'Geez don't concentrate too hard Brittany, class hasn't even started yet.' Brittany whipped her head around at the sound of a female voice. Oh…It's just Kurt.

'Hi.' She said and slumped back into her chair.

'No Santana today?' he asked tentatively, sensing her absence may be what's causing the usually bubbly blonde to be in a slump.

Brittany picked up her pen and nervously twizzled it between her fingers. 'She's not replying to any of my calls or messages.' She mumbled. Brittany looked back up to see Kurt's worried face. 'Tell me she's okay?' she begged.

Kurt sighed and walked around the back of her to take the seat Santana would normally occupy. He set down his books gracefully before turning himself back to face Brittany. 'Britt I've never lied to you before, I'm not going to start now.' Brittany's face fell. 'Look I'm not saying anything bad has happened, maybe she just lost her phone or something has come up but…I don't want to tell you that something bad hasn't happened either…just chin up ok, there's nothing you can do right now sweety.'

'What if she needs me?' Brittany grumbled in defeat. She was a little shocked when Kurt started to laugh. 'What?'

'No, it's just –' He looked at Brittany then shook his head again. 'You two are always trying to protect eachother, I've never seen anything quite like it that's all.'

'Yeah well that's kind of why I'm worried, she knows I would be worried where she is, and I know she would usually be doing everything she can to make sure I don't worry about her, and the fact that she isn't doing that…something has to be wrong.' Even as she said the words she only just realised what they meant. One look at Kurt and she could tell he had come to the same conclusion. Something was wrong with Santana. Something has happened.

'I have to go.' Brittany stood quickly from her chair and raced towards the door.

'Brittany wait!' she heard Kurt call after her but she wasn't turning back. She couldn't. She needed to find Santana.

'Brittany please take your seat class is about to – OH!' Brittany bumped past the teacher, for once not turning back to help her pick up all the papers she dropped. Once she reached the exit doors Brittany broke out into a run. It was raining when she broke out into the fresh air of Lima and she really wished in that moment that she had a car. Dammit. At least she had her cheerios uniform on and it was easy to run in.

The rain hit her face hard as she powered through the streets of Lima. She couldn't stop, she had to make it to Santana's house. She willed the burning in her legs to pass and the fabric of her shirt to stop sticking so tightly to her skin. A picture of Santana lying helplessly on her bedroom floor kept replaying over and over in her head like a scary movie she couldn't turn off.

The rain was getting heavier now and she was still at least five blocks away from her house. It was getting harder for her to see where she was going and the cars were racing past her so fast she had to look down and watch where she put her feet. At least with her head down the rain wasn't hurting her eyes anymore.

She turned another corner. Four blocks away. She can do this.

She was about to cross the road so she could cut through the park when a car screeched to a halt in front of her. She stopped dead in her tracks and prepared herself for the blow. It never came. When she opened her eyes she saw a familiar figure emerge from the car with her hands above her head trying to shield her perfect hair from the rain.

'Brittany get in the car!' Quinn shouted over the traffic and thunder. She didn't have to think twice. Brittany sprinted around to the passenger side and slipped into the leather seats of Quinn's car, creating some not so comfortable friction against her wet skin. Quinn jumped back in and slammed the door behind herself.

'Yeah, yeah I'm going!' Quinn snarled at the beeping traffic behind her before pulling back onto the road.

Brittany buckled herself in and stayed quiet in the front seat. Quinn looked really mad, but she needed to get to Santana's house and it didn't look like she was going that way at all.

'Quinn I –'

'We're going to the hospital Britt.'

Brittany felt all the breath leave her body. The hospital? The hospital. It's happened.

Brittany felt her whole body tense up, it was even worse then she imagined. Even though she was shivering from the cold she felt like her temperature was through the roof. She was hot. She was sweaty. She needed air.

'Brittany are you okay? Britt!' Quinn took one hand off the steering wheel to shake her shoulders. 'Brittany she's ok! don't pass out on me please, alright I can't handle that right now.'

She's ok. She's ok. why can't she speak?

'Britt listen to me ok?' Brittany nodded as she watched the rain wash over the windscreen only to be wiped clean again a second later. 'Santana called me to give her a ride to school today because she hardly had the strength to get up let alone drive.' Brittany's heart pumped faster against her chest. 'I told her to stay home but you know her, obviously she wanted to go and see you.' she watched Quinn roll her eyes. 'When I got there she was having an attack, I called an ambulance and she's at the hospital now recovering ok.' recovering. She's recovering. 'She woke up about half an hour ago and you can bet the first damn thing that came out of her mouth was where's Brittany? So I've been racing around trying to find you since.'

She woke up. She's awake. She's okay.

'Britt? You're seriously starting to freak me out can you at least say something.' Quinn was switching her eyes back and forth from the road and the blank blonde sitting beside her like she was watching a tennis match. 'Britt?!' she yelled and shook her shoulder again.

Brittany finally tore her eyes away from the road ahead and turned to face Quinn. She noticed she had small droplets of water running down strands of her hair, she followed the droplets until they dripped onto her shoulder and ran down her arms.

'You got your hair wet Quinne.'

Quinn shook her head with a small smile on her face. Unbelieveable. 'Yeah well these are the things I do for you two, lucky I love you both so much.' Quinn turned and winked at her. 'Just don't tell grumpy pants I said that.'

It's all happening! Anyway I've already started writing the next chapter so I may be able to get it up today or tomorrow! Thank you so much for reading…even though I'm probably killing you all slowly…:/ hopefully not