Faking It (Emison)

Chapter 31

Alison POV

Emily and I leave the hospital's cafeteria and I glance up at Emily before I walk inside the room. Behind my Emily's presence is clear and I feel her hand squeeze my shoulder before I smile down at Santana who is watching Brittany sleep. "Hey. We got you some food in case you were hungry."

I hand it to her and she grabs it lightly, forcing a smile to me, "thanks..." I look at Brittany and sit beside Santana, "what did the doctor say?"

"She will fall in and out of consciousness. She's weak still from losing her blood and her body is adjusting to the blood, meaning that she could faint a lot and she will be pale for a while until her body is fully adjusted and cooperating with my blood."

"How are you?"

"Fine as long as she is," she mumbles and Emily sighs, "we're here for you, Santana. I promise." She pulls her lips up in a tight smile, "thanks."

I glance up at my fiance...wow...fiance. I could get used to that. "Baby why don't you head home? I'll stay." 

Emily eyes me warily, "are you sure?"

I nod at her and she smiles gently, coming over to kiss the top of my head and rubs my shoulder, "call if you need anything. Both of you."

Santana doesn't reply, she just smiles weakly and I couldn't feel more horrible for her. She is so upset and...broken. And not just because of Brittany being in this condition, but because she blames it all on herself. She blames Brittany being shot on herself and she blames every little thing on herself.

"I love you my enormous hearted, angel."

I grin up at Emily who bends down to kiss my cheek, "night."

"Night baby."

She leaves and I look at a miserable Santana. "She's going to be okay. She'll recover."

She just nods and continues rubbing the back of Brittany's hand. "She is so innocent. She sees the good in everyone, hell she found something in me. How could somebody so loving and believing in others deserve this? It doesn't make sense..." I close my eyes and then open them to look at her.

"You're right. It doesn't make sense. But it happened. And the only thing now is to be here for her recovery." She looks at me with something I have never seen in her. Pure heartbreak. Her eyes are filled with tears as they drip down her cheeks and I feel my chest ache for her.

Poor Santana.

Who would've thought I'd ever say that?

"Come here," I whisper and open my arms. She slides over without argument and lets me hug her. I kiss her cheek and smile, "everything will be fine soon enough, don't worry, okay?"

She swallows hard and just barely nods, staring at her girlfriend solemnly, then leans into my body, her head resting on my shoulder. "I want to stay the night," she murmurs and I nod, "of course."

She looks up at me through her long eyelashes, "can you stay too?"

Santana in a whole today has taken me by surprise. She has been scared, vulnerable and miserable today and now she's nice? It's like Brittany is the one person that can bring out this side in Santana and honestly? I love it.

This has to be Santana. The real one behind the strong, tough facade she puts up.

"If you want me to," I whisper and she leans more into me, hooking her arm around mine, "I do. I need a friend right now."

"Then I will stay. Don't worry." I rub the back of her hand soothingly and we sit in the couch against the wall where I get blankets for us and I start closing my eyes when I am in a comfortable sitting position and Santana come right over to me, practically snuggling against my body.