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Santana walked cautiously slow through the halls of the hospital. People were moving fast around her but to her it looked like they were moving in slow motion. She had absolutely no idea what was happening and it scared the crap out of her. Her father still hadn't said a word to her about where he was leading her. She watched as he walked confidently in front of her and her mother, like he had been through this hospital a million times before.
Santana's mind was running a thousand miles an hour. What the hell was waiting for her in this massive hospital? Was her father's pregnant whore about to have her baby?
Santana shook her head. No, he said he would never cheat, and strangely enough she believed him. Maybe he's been offered a position here? That makes sense right? …but then why has he been spending so much money?
Santana was shocked from her thoughts when she felt a soft hand slide into hers. She looked to her side to see her mother was just as nervous as she was. Santana provided her with a weak smile and a squeeze of the hand before turning back to watch her father, it was then she noticed that he had stopped at a door. Now he looked nervous. His hand was clutching the door handle like he couldn't remember how to open it.
Santana and her mother stopped by the door and watched as Carlos seemed to be having some form of internal battle.
'Carlos?' Her mother asked worriedly. He looked back to them with sad eyes. Ok now Santana really wanted to know what the hell was on the other side of that door!
'Santana…I feel like I need to explain before you see…' he trailed off and looked back to the door like this was physically hurting him.
'See what?' Santana asked nervously. What the hell was happening?! Her palms had never sweated so much. Then again she couldn't really tell if it was her sweat or her mother's.
She watched her father closely. He didn't look like he was going to answer anytime soon. His eyes were glossy with unshed tears and his hand shook against the door handle like his body was fighting against opening it or keeping it shut forever.
'See what?!' Santana shouted. She had had enough of his shit! Either he told her right now or she was going to burst through that door and find out for herself.
'Santana.' He said weakly. 'Please forgive me.'
That was it. She pushed past him and shook off her mother's hand which gladly let her go. She was slightly shocked to find her father opened the door for her before she could rip his hand from the handle. Now there was nothing stopping her from finding out the truth, finding out what unforgivable bullshit her father had been up to for all this time, and it scared her to death.
Santana walked slowly into the bright room. She didn't notice the steady stream of light flowing through the open blinds, or the window sill which supported several flower arrangements, she didn't even notice the class photo of herself which was framed and resting on the bedside table beside a box of tissues and the hospital telephone. What she did notice however, were the two familiar faces in the room which turned around to see what all the commotion was.
Mr. and Mrs Pierce smiled at the stunned Latina as she continued to slowly move into the room. Well she wasn't really sure if she was moving, she couldn't remember signalling her legs to move but she was sure she was getting closer to them. She tilted her head in confusion because they were standing in front of a hospital bed when they turned. Santana tried to think of any Aunty or Uncle of Brittany's which might be sick that would lead to them being at a New York hospital standing over a bed but her brain wasn't working fast enough to process all this information. Vaguely she registered two bodies walking closely behind her which she figured were her parents but she took no notice of that.
'Santana.' Sharon smiled with tear filled eyes. 'I'm so glad you're here.'
Why? Why would it matter if she were here? Would somebody just tell her what was going on already?!
Before she could get the words out she watched James and Sharon slowly move to the side and expose the occupant of the bed behind them.
Santana's breath hitched in her throat, or maybe it just left her body all together because she was sure she couldn't breathe. This couldn't fucking be happening. This isn't real!
Everything hit her like a ton of bricks all at once. The blonde hair like sunshine, the pink lips that she had kissed a thousand times, and the pale skin she could still feel under her fingertips.
She stopped in her tracks. Everything else in the room blurred from her vision and all she could see was her. The girl lying motionless in the white hospital bed, the girl from her past, the girl from her dreams…
'Brittany…' She breathed, and then she was gone…
'Brittany?' Santana asked to the small girl beside her.
'Yes Sanny?' the girl responded happily. Only now did Santana realise the girl was steadily climbing upon a white horse, no scratch that, a unicorn. Santana quickly moved to support the young girl so she wouldn't fall. When Brittany was up and settled on top of the smiling unicorn Santana let herself step away to give the animal room.
'Uh, where you going Britt?' She asked curiously. She looked around and found they were no longer on that never ending road. In fact she couldn't see the road at all. Instead they were gathered in a large field filled with those yellow daises, and as she looked around she spotted a hospital bed which stuck out weirdly against the colourful backdrop. The bed was shining so brightly that Santana wasn't able to see what was in the bed.
She turned back to little Brittany when she heard the unicorn start to move away.
'You're here now San.' Brittany smiled before reaching into her pocket and handing Santana that damn clock she was always carrying around with her. Santana took it with confusion, and turned it over so she could see the time.
00:00:00
'I don't get it Britt?' Santana asked.
'Sanny you're here now.' She repeated. 'You don't need me anymore.'
And with that Brittany flashed her a toothy smile before galloping off through the field of daisies and disappearing into the morning sunrise. Santana freaked. What the hell was she supposed to do now?
She began running after Brittany. 'Wait, Brittany don't leave me!' she kept running but she didn't appear to be moving at all. 'Brittany!'
'Brittany!' she yelled.
'Santana!' she heard her mother say. Uh where was she? Why was Brittany leaving her here?
'Santana wake up sweety, it's ok.' That was her dad. She was sure of it.
Santana felt strong arms around her middle and a coldness on the back of her legs. Soon after she felt a wet cloth drag across her forehead and it made her open her eyes in annoyance.
She found she was no longer in the field of daisies. Santana frowned when she saw three worried faces looking over her. Where was her dad? And why was she on the floor?
The arms around her shook a little, she guessed to wake her up some more, oh that's where he was. Santana blushed when she realised she had fainted. But why had she fainted?
Oh…
Everything came rushing back to her.
Brittany.
Santana was off the floor in a split second. She took no notice of the hands trying to steady her steps and instead just about leapt off the ground and towards the bed. She stopped when she saw her again. She was still there. Exactly how she was before she blacked out, just lying still, with the smallest hint of a smile on her lips.
'A-am I dreaming?' She whispered hesitantly to anyone who would listen, she couldn't take her eyes off the beauty before her. How could this be real? Brittany was dead…wasn't she? Santana had her heart, right?
'No sweety, our baby girl is alive.' She heard Sharon proudly announce. Santana felt an onslaught of emotion hit her at once and she had no idea what to do with it all. She was stuck between demanding answers and clearing her mind, and telling everyone to get lost so she could collapse in Brittany's arms forever and ever.
'Santana let me explain.' Her father started.
'No.' she quickly replied without turning towards him. 'I c-can't talk to you right now, just…'
'Santana we will give you some time, I need to speak with your father.' Her mother said, probably sensing she needed some space.
'Yes, James and I will also leave you be until you're ready to talk sweetheart.'
Santana didn't reply, but they probably weren't expecting one because a few moments later she heard the door click shut…and then there was silence.
Santana stared at her, she didn't know for how long but it was long enough for her feet to start to ache so much that she needed to sit down. She cautiously made her way to the left side of the bed and sat on the edge of the arm rest of the closest chair. She was so close now. She could see every little freckle and eyelash and crease and strand of hair. She wanted to touch her, but she looked so fragile.
Santana paid no attention to the machines beeping around her or the leads coming from her pale skin, all she saw was the perfect girl she fell in love with, lying before her, in the flesh…alive.
She couldn't handle it anymore. Santana reached out her hand so slow it was like she was afraid it was going to be bitten off if she got too close. Her breath caught in her throat for a second time when she finally made contact with Brittany's pale cheek. She ran the tips of her fingers across her perfect cheekbones, down her cute little nose, and over the softest lips she has ever known.
She was real.
Brittany was real.
'You really were waiting for me weren't you?' Santana breathed with a sigh as she remembered back to her reoccurring dreams. All this time and Brittany was still trying to send her messages to help her live, she was still trying to save her.
Santana felt the tears well in her eyes for the first time since arriving. The shock was gone now. Brittany was fucking alive and she was right in front of her.
'I thought I had lost you baby.' Santana choked just as the flood gates flew open and tears spilled freely from her eyes. She gripped Brittany's cheek in desperation and without a second thought began pressing hundreds of little kisses all over her face. She wasn't as warm as Santana remembered but it didn't bother her, Brittany was still as soft and sweet tasting as ever.
'I love you so much Brittany.' She continued to sob and without realising her movements she found herself lying next to the motionless blonde on the bed. She moved as close to her as possible, her right arm slung across Brittany's torso pulling her close, Santana's legs twisting with the blondes until they were intertwined, and then resuming to snuggle into her body and press light kisses to her cheek, eyelid, nose…mouth?
Santana paused. Should she kiss her on the mouth? Would that be weird if she was asleep? She used to do it all the time when she woke up before Brittany and wanted to surprise her but now it seemed a little different.
Somewhere in the back of her mind Santana registered that Brittany wasn't just asleep, that there was a reason she hadn't woken up from all her kisses, that the leads attached to her body should be some sort of red flag for her, but she refused to believe it, and she wouldn't believe it until someone had the guts to tell her what had happened. For now, she had Brittany back, and that's all that fucking mattered.
Santana nuzzled into Brittany's neck and inhaled the sweet scent she had craved for far too long. She pulled the blonde closer to her chest and tried to ignore the hurt building that Brittany couldn't hold her back. Instead she closed her eyes, and pretended they were back home, in Brittany's bed, and talking about their day.
'I have so much to tell you Brittany…'
Santana rattled off story after story, thought after thought, and dream after dream. She could talk to Brittany for a life time. She talked about the people who unexpectedly brought her down and the people who unexpectedly built her up again after what had happened. She talked about how she had made peace with Lord T and actually looked forward to seeing him on Wednesday afternoons. She talked about school, she talked about glee, and cheerios, she even talked about how bad her studies were going. She talked for hours, but it was nowhere near enough.
'Oh and guess what, Mercedes and Sam are totally a thing. I mean what the fuck right? Nobody saw that coming, and I mean NOBODY. Oh and Kurt is with this Blaine guy who –'
Santana stopped when she heard the door creek open. She had no intention of sitting up and looking to see who had intruded on her reunion so she just waited patiently for them to come to her. In the meanwhile she pressed another kiss to Brittany's cheek, just because she could.
'Santana?' She heard her father's voice call.
'What do you want?' She growled and instinctively moved impossibly closer to Brittany in order to protect her.
'How bout we go get a coffee huh? That way I can explain everything to you and –'
Santana's sharp laugh cut him off. 'If you think there is any way in hell I am leaving her right now you are more fucked in the head then I thought.'
Carlos wanted to curse his daughter for speaking to him in such harsh terms but he held his tongue. Now was neither the time nor the place.
'What if we talked in here then? Would that be alright?' He questioned.
Santana ran her fingertips slowly along Brittany's forehead and tucked away the stray strands of hair falling over her face. 'Fine, on one condition…'
'Anything.' Carlos said quickly.
'I want the truth.' She stated coldly. 'And I want all of it.'
There was a moment of silence. Santana filled it with pressing her lips to the blondes covered shoulder before moving back up to her cheek. She knew her father had heard her, she didn't need to repeat her words.
'Alright.' Her father finally began. 'I'll start from the beginning. Back when you had the attack that landed you in the hospital, a short while later…Brittany came to me.' Carlos sighed. 'She came to me with this plan that she had thought of, a plan to get you a new heart…her heart. She…God she loved you so much Santana.'
'I know that.' Santana quickly stated.
'Now I want you to know that in the beginning I tried to talk her out of it, hell I tried more than a few times - '
'That means nothing to me.' How dare he try to defend his actions like he was some form of fucking hero or something?
'Right.' Carlos sighed sadly before continuing. 'Anyway we both knew the only way this plan was going to work was if I helped her so –'
'I already know all this!' Santana yelled. 'I don't need to hear how you planned to kill my girlfriend again, what I want to know is why the fuck she is lying in a hospital bed in New York and how I seemed to be the last person to know about it!'
'As you wish…' Carlos ignored his daughter's sudden outburst, and wondered over to the window to look outside at the now slowly setting sun. 'The night she had planned to…well, carry out her plan, something went wrong. Now I'm not sure what exactly went wrong for her to be outside, but she ended up being hit by an ambulance on the road that runs past the Lima Medical Centre.'
Santana closed her eyes and wished she could've been there to jump in front of that damn ambulance so she would be lying in that bed instead of Brittany.
'Because of the force of the collision, she suffered from a brain haemorrhage. Now luckily the paramedics were able to control the bleed, but as a result…Brittany fell into a deep comatose state. As you can see, she is still yet to come back from it.'
Santana tilted her head up so she could glance over Brittany's peaceful face. Her eyes were shut lightly, like they could spring open at any second. She just looked like she was sleeping. Santana couldn't tell if that made her feel better or worse. All she wanted was to see those beautiful piercing blue eyes which never failed to take her breath away. She wanted to see the light in them again. She needed it.
'When will she wake up?' Santana whispered.
'I'm afraid it's a matter of IF rather than WHEN.' Her father said slowly. If his daughter wanted the truth, he wasn't going to hold back anymore. She deserved to know everything.
'No it's a matter of when.' She stated firmly. 'Brittany wouldn't leave me all alone, and she's the strongest person I've ever known, she can get through this.'
'Alright.' Carlos agreed hesitantly. Although the complexities of the brain were not his specialty he knew enough to worry for what was to come, for Brittany and for his daughter. 'Santana I must warn you that with cases like Brittany's…well she has been in this state for much longer than most usually would, and with that comes a higher risk that she may never come out of it…'
'She will.' Santana quickly replied. Brittany was going to come back to her. She knew it.
'Ok then.' Carlos stepped away from the window and rubbed the back of his neck which he found was now covered in a light sheen of sweat. He walked purposely over to one of the visitors chairs opposite the one Santana had previously occupied, and took a seat. He glanced up to his daughter, who avoided his eye contact, and decided he had to tell her all the facts.
'Santana I've spoken to the doctor who is in charge of Brittany's condition here, and well…' He took in a deep breath while his eyes tried to find something else to focus on that wasn't his daughter's facial expression when he told her the news. He settled on the framed picture of Santana resting on the opposite table. 'He explained to me that with cases like Brittany's, it is likely that if, sorry when, she wakes up…that she may have lost some of her long term memory. There's no telling what block of time she might struggle to remember, but uh…it can be as early as her childhood…'
Santana could feel her heart beat faster in her chest. She didn't want to believe the thoughts her brain was coming up with. She didn't want to believe it. She couldn't.
'S-so what you're saying is…when Brittany wakes up…she might not e-even know I ever existed?'
Carlos felt his head drop to his chest at the sound of his daughters quivering voice. He wished he could take away all her pain for her, he wished he could do something, anything!
'It's a possibility, yes.' He weakly confessed.
Santana squeezed her eyes shut. This wasn't happening. This wasn't happening. This wasn't happening.
'How.' She started but couldn't find the words to finish her sentence. She looked back to Brittany's sleeping face. Could Brittany really forget about her completely? Surely she wouldn't. No she would wake up, see Santana's face, and everything will just come rushing back to her! She couldn't just forget ten years of her life...could she?
'H-How can I help her wake up?' She began. 'On movies and stuff t-they talk to them, can she hear me?'
Carlos nodded slowly. 'Yes, studies have shown that talking, or playing familiar music, or even certain smells can trigger their senses…but there is no way we can tell if Brittany can actually hear us.'
Santana took this information in thoughtfully. 'I bet she can.'
'Me too.' Her father smiled. It was now that Santana finally took a moment to look over at her father. She frowned when she saw the dopey smile on his face.
'Now would you like to explain to me why the fuck I am only just finding out about my girlfriend being alive?' She snapped.
Carlos lifted his head in shock at the sudden mood change, he knew this was coming though. She was his daughter after all.
'Santana when you found out that the heart in your chest was in fact Brittany's…' Carlos sighed as the horrible memories flooded his mind. 'You were broken…I had never seen you look so dead inside, and it tore me apart.' Santana rolled her eyes. 'But I knew, as time went on, that it would get better for you, that you would learn to live and be happy again, maybe experience new and exciting things…and then I got a call from Dr Miller, a doctor here who had been working at stabilizing Brittany's condition, and he told me that my daughter's best friend and girlfriend was alive and lying in a hospital bed in New York of all places. I, well I couldn't really believe it at first, but none the less I hopped on a plane straight to New York to confirm the news…and it was true.'
Santana could see the tears in her father's eyes but she refused to believe they were genuine. He has had enough chances. He didn't need nor did he deserve her sympathy now.
'Santana when I saw Brittany with my own eyes for the first time since the accident, trust me the first thing I wanted to do was call you and tell you she was alive and well, but I couldn't.'
'Why?' She growled.
'When I arrived, Dr Miller came to speak with me about her condition. He said it wasn't looking good, and he explained that the chances of her coming out of her coma were extremely low. However, he also said that circumstances can change, and maybe Brittany might come around with time. So with that being said I did what most father's would do…and I decided to keep you from any further pain.'
Santana scrunched up her forehead in disgust and shook her head from side to side in disbelief at what she was hearing.
'Santana the best thing for you was to keep the news from you until Brittany was awake and well. I didn't want to bring you here to build up your hopes if they were only going to be destroyed again in the long run. I did this to save you more pain sweetheart.'
'You did this because you're a coward!' Santana yelled. 'What about the Pierce's huh? Did you save them the pain too?!'
She watched with wide eyes as he lowered his gaze.
'How fucking dare you?!' She yelled through the room at this man who used to resemble her father. 'What changed your mind then? Wanted to be the hero of the day?!'
'No! Santana, look when you started questioning my loyalty to your mother I couldn't take it anymore, and you deserved to know the truth.'
'Glad to see you've finally come to this fucking revelation!' Santana felt her blood boiling. She felt hot and she knew the only thing keeping her from ripping her father's head off was the body she was so closely bound to. If she had been standing, who knew what could have happened. Well…Snixx could have happened.
'Santana you need to try and see it from my point of view, I was just trying to protect you, I love you so much sweetheart and –'
'Do you?!' She snapped back. 'Because I'm starting to think all you've ever wanted to do is torture the hell out of me! Do you remember what you said to me when I finally built up the courage to tell you I was in love with Brittany? Huh? Do you remember?!'
'That was a long time ago Santana, I-I was in shock.' He reasoned pathetically.
'You thought Brittany was scum!' She screamed. 'And then you told us to get out. Does that sound like you were fucking protecting me?!'
'Santana –' Her father stood up from his chair and Santana instantly sat up to match him.
'NO! You never cared about either of us so stop fucking pretending!' She pointed to the exit warningly. 'You are the scum and I don't want you near her ever again, now GET OUT!'
Carlos stared at his daughter in shock. He wanted to argue with her, he wanted to plead his case until she forgave him, he wanted her to see his side. But deep down he knew he didn't deserve it. The look in her eyes was something he had never seen before, it was pure and undeniable hate. His daughter hated him, and he could never forgive himself for that. So with a simple apologetic nod, he slid back his chair, and walked from the room.
Santana sat frozen next to Brittany for minutes after he left. She was so tense it was like she was about to explode all over the room. But he was gone now, she could breathe again. Brittany was safe.
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Not long after her father left, Santana pulled out her phone. She ignored the three texts from Quinn and decided to just call her. She couldn't decide if the dial tone made her more nervous or excited to tell her friend the news.
'Santana where are you I thought we had plans today?' Quinn said immediately. All of Santana's thoughts left her mind in a second and she could feel words pouring from her mouth in excitement before she could stop herself.
'She's alive Quinn!' Santana yelled through the phone.
'What?' Quinn questioned. 'Who is?'
'Who do you fucking think?' Santana scolded in annoyance before smiling widely again. 'Brittany! she's alive! I'm lying next to her right now, and fuck Quinn, she's still as beautiful as ever I mean her –'
'Santana…' Quinn stopped her from her rant with a worrying sigh. 'Are you ok?'
'What? Yes, I feel great!' Santana defended. 'Quinn Brittany is here, she's alive a-and I can touch her and see her, she's here!'
Santana looked across the small bed to see Brittany lying peacefully next to her with the subtlest of smiles playing on her lips. She's here.
'Santana are you drunk? Or high?'Quinn fired off. Santana could tell she was really worrying now. Well I guess she probably did sound like a bit of a nut case, but what the fuck Quinn should just believe her! 'How much have you slept in the last few days?'
'Quinn!' Santana sighed. 'Shut up, will you just listen to me? Brittany. Is. Alive.' She stated slowly.
There was a long pause on the other end while Santana waited patiently.
'Ok…' Quinn eventually responded hesitantly. 'Santana I'm gonna have to give you some tough love right now –'
Santana rolled her eyes.
'Jesus Quinn, look I'll prove it.' She didn't wait for the blondes reply before she ended the call. Santana quickly went to her messages, found Quinn's contact, and then clicked on the camera icon. With a smirk Santana edged closer to Brittany on the bed until their faces were side by side. If it wasn't for the nasal tube in Brittany's nose it would have looked like Santana had just caught her girlfriend sleeping. She turned her head to the side and pressed a delicate kiss to Brittany's cheek just as she took the photo. She smiled adoringly at the product. They were still fucking cute.
Santana quickly shot the photo off to Quinn with the comment 'Still think I'm high?'
A moment later her phone lit up with Quinn's picture and she smirked before pressing accept.
'OH MY FUCKING GOD!' Quinn screamed down the line.
'I KNOW!' Santana screamed back. It felt good to tell someone else the news, someone who she knew loved Brittany as much as she did.
There was more silence between the both of them. Santana figured Quinn was still in a little shock, but she couldn't really blame her because she was pretty sure she hadn't breathed properly since she saw Brittany for the first time a few hours ago.
'Santana…' Quinn breathed in shock.
'I know…' Santana whispered back, quietly just realising what this all meant. Brittany was here, she was back…back in her life. She didn't have to be alone anymore.
'I'm so confused but so happy right now!' Quinn laughed in excitement. 'Why, um…why is she in a hospital bed? No wait! How is she alive?' Quinn paused again in thought before gasping. 'How are you alive?!'
Santana chuckled lightly and settled back into the bed. This was going to take a while.
'It's kind of a long story…' she started.
Santana told Quinn everything. From the start to now. She told her about Brittany being hit, her haemorrhage, Brittany being taken to New York, her dad keeping it all a secret, everything. Quinn gasped and yelled obscenities at the appropriate times, especially when Santana told her how long her father had kept it from her.
'Wow. So she's in a coma…' Quinn whispered thoughtfully, more to herself than anything. 'And there's no telling when she will wake up?
'No.' Santana sighed. 'I mean the doctor said like familiar voices and stuff will help her senses or something so…'
'Have you kissed her yet?' Quinn quickly jumped in like it was the cure for fucking everything. 'You guys used to inappropriately make out at school all the time, maybe that'll wake her up. She loves Disney, didn't like Cinderella wake up from a kiss?'
'Sleeping beauty.' Santana quickly corrected. Brittany had made her watch enough Disney films growing up for her to know that one.
'Whatever.'
'I guess I could give it a try…' Santana looked back to Brittany. She had wanted to kiss her when she first saw her, but it felt kind of weird. She didn't like kissing someone who couldn't kiss her back. Obviously Brittany liked it when she kissed her, but still, it didn't seem quite right. But if Quinn was suggesting it, maybe it wasn't that weird?
'Do it! And tell me what happens.'
'Alright I'm doing it.' Santana rolled her eyes and sat up a little so she could look over her girlfriend. She looked at those gorgeous pink lips that she had been waiting to kiss again for far too long. She was going to do it.
Santana slowly leant down, her eyes flickered all over Brittany's face for any signs of the blonde suddenly waking up to see the latina weirdly trying to make out with her. Brittany's eyes still remained closed. Santana liked that they were closed, it felt like she was kissing Brittany for real because she always closed her eyes as soon as Santana started to lean in.
When their lips touched Santana felt an electric shock run through her body, and down her spine. God she had missed this. She missed feeling Brittany's lips against hers. Santana put a little more pressure into the gentle kiss, just to make sure Brittany could feel every emotion and energy she was sending through to her. She held the kiss for another moment, savouring the strawberry taste, before reluctantly pulling back.
'Santana?!' She could hear Quinn screaming through the phone to get her attention. Santana ignored her, instead she watched all over Brittany's face for any sign that it had worked, that this fairytale kiss could bring her back to life again, that maybe Brittany would wake up and pull her back for another kiss. Santana waited patiently…
But nothing.
'Nothing happened.' She eventually whispered into her phone. How had she not woken up? That's how it worked wasn't it? In all the movies they watched, if their one true love kissed the girl, she woke up. Magic. Why didn't Brittany wake up from her kiss?
'Well it was worth a shot.' Quinn sighed.
Why didn't she wake up?...
'Yeah.' Santana replied although her mind was still trapped in the kiss she just shared.
'Hey can I come up and see her?'
Quinn's excited voice shook her from her thoughts.
'Of course!' Santana smiled. 'Maybe your voice might help her wake up.'
'Great, as long as you don't get offended if my sweet voice tickles her senses better than your kisses that is.' Santana laughed mockingly, too ashamed to admit that would totally suck. Even though Brittany would be back, she'd still be a little offended if Quinn could get through to her better than she could. 'I'm going to go tell my parents right now that I'm booking a flight to New York! Oh, can I tell people or would you rather it be kept low key at the moment?'
'Hell no, I want everyone to know, tell all of glee club and your family. I don't want any more secrets. Brittany needs to be surrounded by the people who love her.'
There was more silence and Santana had to check her phone to make sure Quinn hadn't hung up on her. She hadn't.
'You are amazing Santana Lopez.' Quinn eventually said proudly.
'Q…'
'No, I mean it. After everything you have been through this past year, I just…I'm really proud of you.'
'Thank you.' Santana blushed. 'Now get your ass over here Fabray, maybe the power of The Unholy Trinity can work its magic on Britt.'
'I'm on my way!' Quinn said.
Just then the door to Brittany's room creaked open. Santana sat up a little, preparing herself to glare if it was her father. Surely he wouldn't dare show his face again.
She smiled genuinely when she saw Sharon's bright face peek around the door. Santana beckoned her in with one hand.
'Ah ok well I have to go Quinn, but call me when you're leaving ok?'
'Definitely!' Quinn replied quickly. 'Bye Santana.'
Santana hung up her phone just as Sharon took a seat in the chair opposite her, the same one her father was sitting in earlier. This time however, Santana sat up so she could see Brittany's mother when she talked to her. She rested her back against the wall and brought her hand down to brush Brittany's hair gently and soothingly.
'Hey.' Santana smiled. She was always amazed by how much joy a Pierce family member could bring her, even in her darkest times.
'You two look like an old married couple.' Sharon smiled adoringly.
If it was anyone else Santana probably would have taken that as an insult, but as she looked down at the beautiful girl beside her, she couldn't help but think it was the best compliment anyone's ever given her. She would give anything to grow old with Brittany.
'Thank you.' She replied sweetly.
'I'm sorry I didn't call you when I first found out, I just had so many things running through my mind, and all I wanted to do was just get to her.' Sharon rambled. 'I was going to tell you everything as soon as we got back I promise!'
'Sharon, it's fine.' Santana smiled at her. 'You're her mother, I wouldn't expect you to think of me when you just found out your daughter is alive after nearly a year of thinking she was dead.'
'Still.' The mother said shyly. 'I feel kind of guilty.'
Santana chuckled. 'Of course you do you're a Pierce, you actually have a heart.'
'So do you Santana.' Sharon said gently and gestured towards the way Santana was softly cradling her daughter's body into her side. She hadn't even realised she was doing that. 'Just because you're a Lopez doesn't mean you are your father. I think you need to give yourself more credit.'
Santana felt tears suddenly well up in her eyes. She never thought a statement like that would affect her so much. All her life she had been brought up as a 'Lopez', and to her father that meant exceptional grades, a tough attitude, a strong mind, and stepping over anyone and everyone to get what you want. So many people have told her she reminds them of her father, and she wanted to run over and hug Sharon for being the one who told her different. Her father always treated her like a Lopez, but the Pierces always treated her like she was her own person. Now she finally felt like her own person.
'Did I ever thank you?' Sharon continued and Santana realised she hadn't spoken.
'For what?' she quickly replied. Shouldn't she be thanking her for always being so nice?
'For taking care of my daughter for all these years.' Sharon said simply and brought a hand up to pull the blanket up a little higher over Brittany's chest.
Santana blushed and ducked her head shyly. 'I think she was the one taking care of me.' She admitted.
'What did I say about taking credit Santana?' Sharon shook her head with a laugh. 'Let's not forget that it was you who would take her to the nurse when she would fall over and graze her knee at school, it was you who would drive her to dance practice when I had to work so she wouldn't miss a single class, it was you who made sure no one ever tried to step over her or use her, it was you who helped organise every birthday party she's had since she was ten years old, it was you she'd call if something was wrong even though James and i were only just down the hall from her, and most importantly it was you sweetheart who taught my baby girl how to fall in love.' Sharon leaned over and wiped a small tear from Santana's cheek. Shit, she didn't even know she was crying. How embarrassing. She quickly wiped her eyes frantically before glancing back to Brittany's mother. She was smiling at her sweetly.
'Yes, Brittany took care of you Santana, but love is a two way street.'
Santana nodded thoughtfully before returning her hand back to silky blonde locks.
'I just want her to wake up already.' She whispered sadly.
'Sing to her. She always raved on and on about how your voice sounded like melted chocolate.' Sharon laughed. 'I'm not quite sure what that means, but she loves chocolate so it has to be good at least.'
Santana smiled to herself. Brittany did like her some chocolate.
'I used to sing to her if she couldn't sleep.' She began. 'She'd call me sometimes in the middle of the night just to hear my voice, or to come over so she could see me.'
'I should have just given you that spare key years ago.' Sharon shook her head.
Both girls giggled lightly until the silence filled the room. There was something Santana wanted to ask, something that had been bothering her ever since she spoke with her father, she tried to push it to the back of her mind, but it kept creeping back to the front with a vengeance.
'Dad said she might not remember things' She blurted. Sharon looked at her a little oddly so she decided to be more specific. '…people.' She mumbled.
Sharon nodded sadly like she knew exactly what Santana was thinking. Well she was Brittany's mother, she probably did know exactly what she was thinking.
'Santana even if she did, god forbid, forget who you were.' Santana squeezed her eyes shut at the thought. 'She fell in love with you once in the blink of an eye…I have no doubt in my mind that you couldn't do that again.'
Santana opened her eyes slowly to see Sharon looking at her sweetly. There was something about the woman that made her want to believe every word that came out of her mouth. She was always so sure of herself, always so strong.
'I guess.' Santana whispered. 'Sharon, how do you stay so strong all the time?'
Santana watched the woman blush and couldn't help but notice how much it reminded her of Brittany.
'Well I've broken down many times darling, just ask James the poor thing. But each time I would remind myself that when Brittany comes back she's going to need a mom, not a mess.'
Not a mess. That made sense. Brittany would need Santana to be strong and at her best if she was going to recover quickly, she didn't need someone pulling her down and being sad all the time. Brittany deserved the best.
'James and I were going to head back to the hotel soon, get some sleep now that you're here.' Sharon stated and stood steadily from her chair. 'I gather you won't be leaving for a while?'
'You can sleep at hospitals right?' Santana asked curiously. That's a thing right? She remembered when her cousin got her appendix out her mom was allowed to stay overnight. She could just do that, than she wouldn't have to go back to a hotel and worry about if Brittany had woken up with no one beside her.
'Thought so.' Sharon laughed. 'Sweet dreams baby girl, love you.' She sung and bent down to press a loving kiss to her daughter's forehead. Santana watched with a content smile, she was a little shocked however, when Sharon then began to lean over to her. She closed her eyes peacefully when she felt a quick soft kiss pressed to her forehead. 'Love you Santana.'
Santana was stunned as the woman retracted and began to walk from the room. The last time she had said I love you's was with Brittany. Geez that was about a year ago now. It felt so warm to feel a mother's love.
What the hell, say something back!
'L-Love you too.' Santana choked out. Sharon simply smiled knowingly at her before walking towards the door.
'Oh and try and get some sleep too dear, she's not going to wake up any faster by staring at her.' Sharon winked. Santana giggled softly and nodded her head.
Once Sharon had left the room, Santana turned her attention once again back to Brittany. Her eyes were still closed, the machines were still buzzing, and she still hadn't moved. But that didn't matter, because Santana was going to bring Brittany back to her.
'Do you remember this one Britt?' She whispered before sliding back down the bed so she could wrap her arms around the girl and pull her close to her chest. She gave a small kiss to her cheeks before snuggling into her and opening her mouth to sing…
'I never thought that you would be the one to hold my heart
But you came around and you knocked me off the ground from the start
You put your arms around me and I believe that it's easier for you to let me go
You put your arms around me, and I'm home.'
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