Chapter 9: The Progress

(Brittany's POV)

Quinn went back to Los Angeles and I felt really sad. I'm still confused with the information given to me: my family moved to Arizona two months ago, I go to school at Palmer High, I'm friends with Santana, my mom's best friend's daughter and Quinn and I are just best friends again. I mean, it's just hard to accept that my life is really different now. I've missed school again and it's good and bad for me. Good, because I don't have to worry about home works or projects but bad, because my plans to leave my family for college is going to be delayed because I'll be stuck at home again for me to heal. I hate myself for being so careless. How long do I have to hurt my family because of the things I do?

I still couldn't move my legs and even though my left arm is in a cast again, I can move my right hand freely and without any pain which is a good thing. It sucks having to lose your memory because you can't do anything but accept the new information they give you. I don't know how long I will heal this time because it took me five whole months for the last accident that happened. So I guess I'll just have to suck it up and enjoy my third life.

My family visits me every day and my mom even took a leave from her work to stay with me for a week. I already told her that I can manage with just the nurses at night but she insisted on doing it. It has already been five days since I woke up and each day without fail, this hot Latina, Santana has been visiting me. I have to say, I like the attention. I'm not really sure what we were before my accident; if we were dating or what. We haven't really talked about that yet. It's only one in the afternoon, school ends at three and I'm pretty sure around five thirty, Santana will be walking in the room. So to pass the time since my mom had to go back home to do some chores, I flipped the channels until I find a decent show I can watch. Halfway thru the show I found myself getting sleepy so I turned it off and took a nap.

(Santana's POV)

The bell rang which signals the end of classes. I immediately got my things and went straight to the choir room and found that I'm the first person to arrive. I sat by the piano and played a few chords.

How do I get close
When she looks like an angel
A moment of her time just seems impossible to me
It's hard to find the words, to get to know this stranger
I'm scared of what she'll say if what I say sounds incomplete
And it feels like we belong together
Can someone tell me where do I start

Cuz, I can't keep on feelin' the way I do
I can't keep on, hiding my heart from you
I got to say something before
Someone else comes through,
I can't keep on loving you,
From a distance

She's always on my mind, there's no room left for thinking
I'm tired of waiting slowly fading at least I'm happy now
Cuz I'm running out of time, and I feel this ship is sinking
The doors are closing I am frozen I need her around
And it feels like we belong together
Can someone tell me where do I start

Cuz, I can't keep on feelin' the way I do
And I can't keep on, hiding my heart from you
I got to say something before
Someone else comes through,
I can't keep on loving you,
From a distance
From a distance
From a distance
From a distance

I can't hide
I can't keep on feelin' the way I do
And I can't keep on, hiding my heart from you
I got to say something before
Someone else comes through,
Cuz I can't keep on loving you,
I can't keep on loving you from a distance.

I was so focused on singing, well the songs already explains why I sang it, that I didn't notice the whole glee club arrive and clapping their hands. I forced out a smile then went to my seat, at the back of the room. Mr. Schuester stood in front of everyone and explained this week's lesson. It was about emotions. I don't know if he did that on purpose because I'm feeling a lot of emotions right now. I'm trying my best to focus in school but there are just moments that I space out…thinking about her. Since she woke up, I have been spending every day after school by her side. It's the only way I thought would help bring her memories back somehow. I know that we're not really dating but I like her. I really like her. I've confessed my feelings to her sleeping self but I'm not sure if I'll be able to tell it in person.

"Santana's song was a perfect example of expressing her emotions. I'm sure that the person she wants to sing it to will really feel how she feels." He looked at me this time. "I know that you are going through a lot these past weeks Santana, we want you to know that we understand. If you want to talk about it, you know that we are here for you."

Then I felt someone patting my back and saw Puck doing it. I was trying my best not to cry so I took a deep breath then said. "Thank you" We continued on with the lesson and at the end of the meeting, we were told to practice by pairs and by Friday, we would have to have a little competition. Winners will be given a chance to choose the assignment for next week which we are excited about because since school started Mr. Schuester has been giving us assignments about artists or bands whose songs are so old they must've been his playlist since a child. Anyways, I have been partnered with Mercedes and she wanted to talk about what song we would sing. I could've stayed but I have to be in the hospital so I said goodbye to her and headed to my car.

I drove to the hospital for fifteen minutes, parked my car and went straight to Brittany's room. She was taking her nap so I just sat on the chair near her bed and stared at her. She definitely looks like an angel. I held her hand and wait for her to wake up.

It didn't take long as I saw those blue eyes staring back at me. I smiled at her and she did the same.

"Hi, how are you feeling today Britt?" I asked.

She shrugged her shoulders. "Same old shit. I want to get out of here, you know. But I really don't have much of a choice." She answered as she looked down on our hands.

I noticed her still looking at it so I removed my hand but she held it back.

"I want to ask you something Santana." She told me and to be honest I got nervous as to what her question would be.

"What is it Britt?" I mentally prepared myself for whatever the question was.

"I just noticed that you've been here since I woke up. I appreciate it and don't get me wrong I really like the attention you're giving me. But is there something I need to know about the two of us?" Wow. I open my mouth to say something but no words came out.

This was my chance to tell Brittany how I really feel about her. I had this crazy idea of lying to her since basically she's just accepting all the information about her life. But that would mean that I will be taking advantage of her situation and I don't want to regret that in the future. So I gathered all my courage and just told her.

"Uhm. I like you Brittany. I've like you since the day you arrived. I just wasn't sure about my feelings then but as time went by, I realized that I do like you. I talk to you every time I was here, back when you were still in coma. I thought I was going to lose you Britt. I was so glad when you woke up but felt really sad when looked for Quinn but when we realized you had amnesia, I understood. You actually woke up sooner than we expected so I guess that's a good sign. So, I'm telling you this not to force you to suddenly feel the same. I…I just don't want to lose you"

I tried so hard not to cry but I couldn't. She must think I'm an idiot but I don't care. At least I was finally able to tell her how I really feel about her. There was a moment of silence after my confession and I can't help but think that she must want me out of the room. But what she did next was not what I expected. She held my hand tighter just when I was about to pull away. I looked at her and when our eyes met and when I saw her smiling, all of a sudden I don't feel sad anymore.

"Why are you smiling?" I asked.

"I just realized something…"

(Brittany's POV)

Santana just admitted that she likes me…so that's why she's been here the whole time. To be honest, I was happy hearing her confess her feelings. Then it suddenly hit me…it was her voice I've been dreaming about. I also remember my mom telling me that Santana was the one who felt my first movement. I have been in coma for a few weeks and she was the one who made me wake up. I think I do like her as well because our bond is strong that it helped me go back to the real world.

She was crying after she told her feelings and I just wanted to hug her but for obvious reasons, I can't so I just looked at our intertwined hands. She must've noticed me staring so she started to remove her hand but I held it tighter. She looked at me and I found myself smiling at my realizations.

"Why are you smiling?" she asked.

"I just realized something…you saved me" I started and I can see the confused reaction on her face so I continued. "I really don't know how to explain it but I've been dreaming about you, I just don't know why but now I do. When I was in coma, it was also your voice I hear all the time. It was the one who helped me wake up and if I remember correctly, you were also here the day I did. I guess the reason why I always dream about you, is because I like you too"

"Really?" Santana asked and I just nodded flashing a big smile.

I so wanted to hug her but I'm incapable of doing that right now. I made a mental note to myself to do that on I am able to do so.

"I'm not sure what's going to happen in the next few days but I just want you to know Britt, that I am so happy you're awake, you're slowly healing and most of all, you feel the same. You don't know how long I've kept it inside"

"Can I get a kiss?" I blurted out. It was meant to be a joke but she crashed her lips into mine. And I saw fireworks. Her lips are so soft I will never get tired kissing it every day. Our lips started moving and before I know it, we were really making out. Several minutes passed and when we pulled away to catch our breath that's when we realized we were no longer alone in the room. Standing by the door are my mom and her mom both smiling at us.

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I'm really sorry for the delay in updating this story. I just was yet again, busy with some stuff. Oh, and yeah, I finally saw in person the one and only HEATHER ELIZABETH MORRIS-HUBBELL, aka, BRITTANY S. PIERCE.

Anyway, hope you like this chapter and please send me your reviews or suggestions as to where you want this story to go.