Hello everyone, this is my newest fanfiction, I am not sure how good that this one is but I hope you will let me know. Let me know if I should continue or not. Enjoy!
The entire Glee Club were sitting in the choir room, all except Brittany who had just excused herself to use the restroom. The second she was out of earshot everyone in the room turned to Santana and began firing questions at Santana.
"How are you today?" Mercedes asked.
"What did the doctor say yesterday?" Mr. Schue questioned.
"Do you need anything?" Rachel asked kindly.
"Okay seriously guys one at a time please, I know she will be gone for at least three minutes." Santana said from her seat, she didn't look much like Santana anymore. Her tan skinned had visibly paled, she had bags and dark circles under her eyes.
"Well we are curious and don't want to upset her either!" Puck defended.
"Fine, I am okay today, not great. The doctor didn't say much just that he would call me when the test results came in. And no Rachel thank you but I don't need anything." Santana said quickly.
"When is your next doctors appointment? Do you want any of us to go with you?" Mr. Schue asked.
"Why do you need to go to the doctor San?" Brittany said standing in the doorway with a confused expression on her face, Santana shot Mr. Schue a death stare, everyone held their breath.
"Just not feeling so great Britts." she answered as normally as possible.
"No! Stop lying to me, you are all lying to me! Santana you are lying to me, your parents are lying to me, my parents are lying to me, you guys are lying to me, Mr. Schue you are lying to me! I know something is wrong! Santana you look like shit! You won't tell me why, you are being nice to everyone, you haven't said anything mean to anyone in here in like three weeks! You are excused from half of the Cheerios practices, Sue looks at you sadly, You keep missing school, just fucking tell me because I keep imagining the worst!" Brittany yelled, everyone gasped as Brittany had started yelling. No one had ever seen Brittany angry like this before, especially at Santana, at any of them. They knew that Santana was about to tell her now and they were all going to have to be there for her, for them.
"Britt," Santana said standing up and walking towards her everyone's eyes were glued on the pair. "Sit down." she said, they could all tell she was on the verge of tears. Brittany sat down in the middle of everyone and they all moved closer to her.
"Santana, please just tell me, no one will tell me anything, my parents, your parents, the Glee Club, you. Please just tell me." Brittany begged. Santana took a deep breath.
"Brittany, I'm sick, I have cancer." Santana said slowly.
Brittany sat still for a moment, not moving, talking, barely breathing. Then they all saw the tears start to well up in her eyes. She looked around at all of them as if she were hoping someone would tell her that Santana was lying.
"Mr. Schue I am going to take her home." Santana said, he nodded. "Britt, come on babe."
Brittany got up and followed Santana from the choir room without a word to anyone. She grabbed Santana's hand and held on to it for dear life. She only let go of her hand when Santana had to walk around to the other side of the car, when she slid into the drivers seat Brittany grabbed it tightly once again. They drove in silence except for Brittany's occasional sniffling. Once Santana pulled into the spot in the Pierce driveway that belonged to her she jumped out and met Brittany at the front door, Brittany resumed her death grip on Santana's hand, she could barely feel it anymore. The entered together and saw Molly Pierce in the kitchen cooking dinner.
"Britt baby, why don't you go up to your room, I'll be up in a minute." Santana said, Brittany whimpered and gripped her girlfriends hand tighter. "I promise I'm not leaving Britt."
"Okay." Brittany said in a small voice and walked up the stairs and into her room.
"You told her." Molly said.
"I wasn't ready to tell her yet." Santana said choking back tears.
"Oh, San come here. You had to tell her, she needed to know. I know you were just trying to protect her but you can't protect her from this honey, you need to let her help you with this." Molly said embracing Santana.
"I know, but it just kills me to see her sad like that." Santana cried into Molly's shoulder.
"I know sweetie, I know, but she will feel better when you are with her, she always does."
"But how much longer do I have around her, what is she going to do when I'm gone." Santana cried.
"Santana Marie Lopez, do not talk like that! Don't you dare give up on yourself like that!" Molly said. "No, you are staying the night, you are going to go comfort your girlfriend and tell her everything, I am going to make dinner and call your mother, now go get up there!" Molly said giving Santana one final squeeze before pushing her towards the stairs.
Santana laughed shakily at Brittany's mother and ran up the stairs, though she had to stop outside Brittany's door to catch her breath. Once she had steadied her breathing she opened the door and saw Brittany sitting criss crossed on her bed. Santana walked over to the bed and sat in front of her the same way.
"Brittany..." she started.
"Santana, why didn't you tell me earlier?" Brittany asked.
"I didn't want to upset you." Santana replied honestly.
"I would have been upset either way San." Brittany said with a laugh.
"I'm sorry B, forgive me?" Santana asked.
"Always. Now, I have some questions..." Brittany said unsure.
"Of course, no more lies."
"Okay well first what type of c-ca...it do you have?" Brittany asked, unable to say cancer.
"I have a brain tumor." Santana said, Brittany's face fell.
"Oh my god." Brittany said, she laid back on her pillows. Santana moved so that she was sitting next to her. She took Brittany's hand. "Santana are you going to... are you going to d-d-die?"
"Brittany, I don't know yet. I went to the doctor yesterday and he did some tests to see if the could take the tumor out."
"Out? Of your brain! Cut open your head!" Brittany yelled shocked.
"Santana, sweetie your mom wants to talk to you." Mrs. Pierce said from the doorway, she had a few tears in her eyes as she looked at her daughter and her other daughter who really wasn't hers but was at the same time.
"Okay, can you sit with Britt for a minute?" Santana asked and Molly nodded, Santana kissed Brittany on the forehead before taking the phone and walking into the hallway.
"Mama?" Santana said.
"Hey baby, she took it bad?" Santana's mother said sadly from the other line.
"Worse than I had imagined she would."
"Dr. Stevens called."
"What did he say?"
"He said that he wants to use the surgery as a last resort. He wants to up your chemo and do radiation and if that doesn't do anything in the next two months then he will perform the surgery. You have a chemo appointment tomorrow at one thirty, I called the school so that you can get out of class early." her mother said in a strained voice. "I told Molly all this and I assume that she is telling Brittany right now. Santana, let Brittany take care of you for once baby."
"Mama, I have always been the one taking care of her, its hard for me to let her take care of me."
"I know baby, but you need to let her, it will make her feel better."
"Okay Mama, okay. I love you."
"I love you too baby girl, now go get in there and gets your cuddle ons with Britts." her mother said in her imitation of Santana's Lima Heights voice, which caused Santana to laugh. Santana hung up the phone and walked back into Brittany's room to find Brittany smiling with her mother.
"Here you go Molly." she said handing her phone back. "Did you tell Brittany what my mom said?"
"Yupp! Your chemo is going to work San and they won't have to cut open your head!" Brittany said with a smile. "And I coming with you to your doctors tomorrow."
"No Britt, you don't want to see me like that its awful." Santana said.
"I'm going to order a pizza, I'll call you when it gets here." Molly said leaving the room.
"I don't care what you look like Santana, I am going to be there for you through all of this and I am going to take care of you for once."