Forever (sequel to The Hostage)

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Brittany's POV
When I wake up, and Quinn's still curled up at my side, it feels like no time has passed. Then I hear laughs, and the sound of someone being shushed.

"Tina, look, you woke her up."
"Shit, sorry. They just look so cute. And they've been sleeping for, like, ages."

I very, very slowly sit up, using the side of the bed to support me, and stretch. Well, stretch as much as I can, without disturbing Quinn or doing any more damage to my already broken wrist/ribs/ankle (basically every useful body part).

Santana and Tina are both at the door, leaning against the frame. They're both in different clothes from when I last saw them.

"Did I sleep through a whole day?" I ask, wincing as my dry throat struggles to talk. Santana nods, coming to sit beside me. She brushes the loose hair off my face, and kisses my cheek.
"Nearly. But it looks like Quinn's going for the record, doesn't it?"
"Let's just leave her. She'll be fuming if we wake her up now."

Santana wraps her arm around me, careful to avoid my ribs, and helps me to stand up. I hate how stuck I feel, and how everything hurts. It's going to take a while for everything to heal, and even then I'll have to work out more to make up for lost time.

"Hey, don't worry. It's going to be fine. You just need to rest, that's all." Santana says, quietly. I realise that she's been watching me this whole time, and she knows me well enough to read my face.
"What do you want to do today?" She asks as we walk downstairs (why do we still not have an elevator, after all this time?!) and into the kitchen.
"I don't know. I mean, there's not much I can do."

We sit at the table. It's just us two. I smile to myself, thinking of our past breakfast dates.
I've missed her so much. It's all the small, stupid things. I want to tell her it all, to really make her understand how I felt being away from her.

"You okay?" She asks, her voice soft with concern. I nod, and take her hand.

"I just really missed you." I hesitate, trying to voice how I felt. But she just nods, and smiles.
"Me too, Britt. Me too."
Of course she knows how I felt.
We're soulmates.

"Here, eat this. I think it was Blaine who brought them in, as a sort of celebration." She passes me a cronut, out of the white box on the table. I listen to her talk as I eat.

"-and she's actually pretty cool. Like, I always thought she was really quiet and kind of bitchy, but she's really not." She finishes talking about her day out with Tina.

I finish eating my fourth cronut. I didn't mean to eat that many, but I just couldn't stop myself.

Mercedes walks in, and starts to rifle around in the cupboards. After she can't find whatever she's looking for, she sighs in defeat and sits down.
"Britt. When you get a second, I need to get a report on what happened."
"Why?"
"So we can record it, in case it's a threat."
"They were just kids."
"So? We were just kids. It could be a planned attack, from the likes of Jesse St. James. And after the incident last year, I don't want it to happen again."
"Seriously, it's not his style at all. They hadn't planned anything. It was random requests, and I know why they did it. One of the girls told me. At some point, I shot her father."
"Oh. Is that all?"
"I think I may have killed someone related to all the members of the group. There were only three."
"Right. Finish eating your lunch-"
"Lunch? What time is it, I just woke up?"
"It's like 1pm. Anyways, once you're done, come down to my office and I'll write this all down officially. I know it might not come to anything, but we can't let our guard down."
"Fine. Give me about five, and I'll tell you."
"Great. Bye."