A/N: Hi everyone, this is my first story that I've started writing. I actually wrote the first chapter about a week and a half ago but I've been too nervous to actually post it. So with that said I hope y'all like it and it's not too bad. I realize some parts of it are probably unrealistic, but it's a story so it's not going to be totally accurate.
I'm going to try to make each chapter around the same length, to keep a consistency. I already have a general plan for the whole story, so hopefully I can stick with it and keep writing more chapters. I'm currently enjoying my summer break from college so I have a lot of time to write, until I can find a job. Also, please review, if you want to. Some constructive criticism or any comments at all would be nice so I can know what to work on. Like if it's too boring or moving too fast etc.
Sorry for the long author's note and once again, I hope y'all like it!
Santana was sitting on the most uncomfortable couch she had ever sat on while she watched the lame movie play overhead on the TV. What a way to spend a Saturday night. She shifted in her seat trying to get comfortable which was near impossible. The couches had "cushions" that had a hard exterior and had very little cushion to them. She assumed the hospital couldn't have nice couches because these were easier to clean.
She glanced at the clock on the wall and sighed, they still had twenty minutes until they were allowed to go to sleep. Nighttime was her favorite because it meant she could go to sleep and another day spent in this hell hole was over with.
"Oh guys this is my favorite part!" a brunette girl said and proceeded to sing along to the musical playing.
Santana groaned. "Shut up dwarf, no one wants to hear you sing, especially at this hour."
The girl dropped her head and sat back where she was sitting, not wanting to continue the confrontation. Santana heard the blonde near her whisper, "Why don't you just let her enjoy it? At least she can find something good in this miserable stinking place."
"Whatever Fabray, why don't you go sit next to her since you seem to like her so much." The blonde just rolled her eyes at Santana's attitude. Soon they hear the double doors with no windows at the end of the hall open and see two medics pushing a stretcher in with a blonde girl strapped in. Even with the girl lying down, Santana could tell she was tall.
The tech got up from his chair which was stationed behind all the patients in the common room and walked over to the new patient. She heard one of the medics introduce the girl as Brittany.
"Hi Brittany, you're here at Lima's psychiatric hospital on the adolescent floor," the tech said as the medics helped the girl off the stretcher.
"Come sit down in this chair so I can take your vitals." He guided the blonde over to the chair against the wall facing everyone. Santana took in the girl's appearance. She had long beautiful blonde hair that looked silky soft and she could see even from across the room that the girl had piercing blue eyes. Even though she seemed stressed out, Santana thought she was such a beautiful girl.
Santana felt sorry for the girl though, which was out of character for her. She had never actually seen a patient brought in before, they always had just appeared either overnight or sometime during the day. Now it was a show as most of everyone was staring at the newcomer as she looked around and bobbed her leg up and down.
"Alright Brittany, go find a spot to sit and watch the movie," He had now finished taking her vital signs. Santana watched the blonde cross the room and take a seat next to her. The brunette looked over and saw the other girl's leg shaking as she rested her forehead against her open palm staring at the floor, not paying any attention to the movie. She had a strange urge to reach out to her and offer her hand to help calm the girl down but why would she do that? She didn't even know this girl.
After a few minutes a female nurse opened the door to the nurse's station and called Brittany over. She went into the station and sat down at a small table where Santana knew the nurse would ask her general questions such as what the date was, who she liked to talk to, what helped her relax, etc. She was used to the procedure by now.
"Whew, that new girl is hot!" a dark haired boy with a mohawk announced to the room.
"Shut it Puckerman, you think every girl is hot." Santana rolled her eyes.
"Yeah, so what? Got a problem with it?" Puck challenged her.
Before she could answer the tech cut her off. "Everybody be quiet and watch the movie." Santana huffed and tried to focus on the movie to pass the time. The door caught her eye though as it opened and she watched the blonde return to her seat, leg still shaking as she glanced at the TV every now and then.
"I don't even know why I'm here!"
Santana was surprised by the blonde's loud voice as she flinched but the outburst was ignored by everyone else. Even though the blonde had shouted in a tense voice, Santana thought her voice was just as pretty as the rest of the girl.
The Latina looked through the windows of the nurse's station and saw an older blonde woman resembling Brittany walk through and start to exit on the other side of the station. Apparently Brittany had noticed this too as Santana watched the blonde jump up and run to the double doors she had come through.
"Mom, please don't leave me here!" It broke Santana's heart as the blonde pushed against the locked doors trying to get them to open. Even worse was that most of the patients except for Santana laughed that Brittany thought it would be that easy to get out.
"Brittany, come back and sit down," the tech called over to her. Surprisingly, the blonde came back to her seat and let out a deep sigh, her leg still bobbing up and down. Santana watched her out of the corner of her eye; she had never seen someone so anxious before. She figured she would be too though, if she had never been here and didn't know why she was there. The brunette was used to these places by now though, having been in and out of them since she was fourteen years old.
Santana saw the nurse open the door again and called Brittany over. The nurse offered the blonde a pill, which she refused to take and came to sit back down. Santana knew the pill was something to calm the blonde and knew what would happen if she didn't take it, so she leaned over and whispered, "I would take the pill if I were you. If you don't, you have to get a shot."
She noticed Brittany jump at her voice as she peered over at her with crystal blue eyes. "No, I know they're trying to drug me. I know they're all a part of the FBI and they're trying to put me in jail for something."
Santana frowned at hearing this and shifted her gaze back to the television. That explained why she was here.
"Alright everyone, it's time to go to sleep. Except for Kurt and Mercedes, you guys can stay up for thirty more minutes since you're on level B," the tech announced to everyone. Santana thought the reward system was stupid, everyone started out on level C and in order to move up you had to fill out worksheets and get involved in activities. If that meant you get an extra half hour to stay up at night, she would have to pass. She loved going to sleep and another thirty minutes of being awake would be torture.
"Come on Brittany, I'll show you where your room is," the tech called out to the blonde. Everyone paused to see where Brittany would be staying but Santana continued on her way to her room, minding her own business.
The tech gestured to the room across from the Latina's. "Okay, thanks," Brittany said in a meek voice.
"Ohh, blondie gets the special room!" the same boy who had made a comment about the girl earlier yells out. Santana rolled her eyes, the only reason the room was "special" was because it had one bed as the other rooms had two beds.
"Noah, be quiet and go to your room. Lights out everyone!" the tech called out.
The Latina walked into her room and over to the pitiful excuse for a bed and laid down on it, thankful she had already changed into her pajamas. She pulled the flimsy blanket over her and looked into the room across from her, seeing the blonde girl pace around the room. She wanted to comfort the girl and tell her that it would all be okay, a girl like her would probably be out of this place in no time. As this thought passed through her mind, she frowned. She usually didn't care about the other patients in these places; she always just kept to herself. Quinn was the first person that she really made a connection with in all the times she had stayed in the different hospitals.
Her thoughts were interrupted as a female nurse carrying a gown enter Brittany's room and close the door behind her. She figured the girl would freak out again, knowing that the nurse would make her fully undress to put the stupid gown on but she didn't hear anything. Santana closed her eyes trying to fall asleep when she heard a lot of footsteps in the hall. She opened her eyes and another female nurse with a syringe in her hand entered the room. She was followed by a group of techs dressed in dark blue scrubs to hold the blonde down and closed the door behind them. She knew what was coming next and heard the girl yell out with fear evident in her voice, "No, please don't!"
"It's okay Brittany, just hold still," she heard an older woman's gentle voice say. It went quiet and not long after the team of people left the room with the door left open. She looked into the room and Brittany was lying on her stomach with her head turned away from her. She expected the blonde to put up more of a fight than that, but she was apparently wrong. Santana let out a soft exhale and rolled over on her side. She closed her eyes and drifted into sleep, thinking of the beautiful blonde hair and crystal blue eyes that belonged to the girl across the hall from her.
Santana jumped as she was awoken by the tech banging on the doors down the hall. "Good morning, it's time to get up!"
The woman repeated the phrase to every room until she got to the end of the hall where Santana's room was and also the new girl Brittany's. The brunette groaned as she sat up and moved her legs to dangle off the side of her bed. She still didn't quite understand why they made them get up so early; she guessed it was their way of keeping them on a schedule every day. At least it wasn't as early as she had to get up for school at home.
She eased out of bed and grabbed some socks out of her dresser, slipping them on her feet. Santana hated walking barefoot on the cold hospital tiled floor. She then went over and pulled on her zip up hoodie, it always comforted her and made her feel safer. She shuffled over to the door to exit the room and saw the blonde was looking down doing the same thing. The hospital gowns flattered no one but Brittany looked just as beautiful as before. The gown was light blue and came down a little past her knee; it wasn't like those skimpy hospital gowns you see on TV, it was more like a weird looking nightgown. When they both reached the doorway of their separate rooms Brittany looked up and caught the brunette's eyes. Santana's first instinct was to look away but something held her gaze as she stared deep into the soft blue eyes.
Their eye contact was broken as a short girl with brown hair came down the hall walking with a purpose.
"Hi there, you must be Brittany. I'm Rachel Berry, singer extraordinaire!" She held out her hand for the blonde to shake.
Santana eyed the short girl and noticed she was already dressed in her outfit for the day. She rolled her eyes, only Rachel would have so much energy this early in the morning and already be dressed.
"Um yeah, that's me," Santana heard Brittany's soft voice say. She walked into the common room and got in line for her vital signs to be taken by the tech.
"Well, it's very nice to meet you Brittany. I'm sure we will be great friends! I would love to chat but you need to go get your vitals done, you don't get breakfast until you do." Rachel skipped into the common area, took a seat next to Quinn on the couch and talked about something she was obviously excited about.
Santana knew the blonde was behind her and felt her eyes on her. She tensed knowing that the other girl was staring at her. She chanced a look behind her and caught the girl staring. She then saw Brittany look down in guilt and noticed her cheeks flush bright red on pale skin. Santana smirked at the other girl's reaction and stepped forward as she was next in line. When the tech was done she got up and joined the others already sitting on the couches. Brittany sat in the chair as the tech put a cuff around the girl's upper arm, taking her blood pressure. She noticed the blonde girl was a lot calmer than she was last night.
The room was pretty quiet except for the low murmur from the TV and of course Rachel rambling about who knows what. Santana didn't know how Quinn put up with that girl all this time. Soon they hear the double doors to left of the common room down the hall open and a lady in white scrubs pushes a tall cart that Santana knew held the trays of all of their breakfasts. Everyone got up and followed the lady down a short hallway to the right of the common area. She parked the cart in front of the room where they ate their meals, held school time, and had group activities. They all waited as the tech finished taking Brittany's vitals and walked over to the cart and called out the name of the person each tray belonged to.
She walked towards him, seeing out of the corner of her eye that Brittany had looked up at the motion of the Latina. She took her tray and entered the medium sized room and took a seat at the table. The large table was made up of three long rectangular plastic tables put together horizontally to make a large surfaced area rectangle.
Everyone is seated around the table with their breakfast now except for Brittany. She made her way into the room and took the only seat left, which was next to Santana. The girl set the carton of milk off her tray, pushed it away and kept her head down, while she ate her food.
"So new girl, why are you here?" the mohawked boy asked while shoveling food into his mouth. Everyone looked up at the girl, curious as to what her answer would be.
"I uh, I…"
"Puck leave her alone, it's her first day," Mercedes said coming to Brittany's defense. An appreciative smile graced the blonde's face and Santana felt a warmth inside her at the girl's simple smile.
"What? It was just a question I'm sure everyone else was wondering, I'm just the one who had the nerve to ask." A smug look appeared on his face. Santana gave the boy a dark glare from across the table.
"Noah, mind your own business and eat your food," one of the techs said while he walked in the room and took a seat in the corner to watch over the teenagers. Everyone was pretty quiet as they eat their breakfast, even Rachel as she filled out her menu for the next day.
"Santana, you seem to be almost finished with your food, why don't you show Miss Brittany how to fill out her menu for tomorrow," the tech said.
"Okay, sure." Santana scooted over a little to get closer to the girl, at which the blonde seemed to tense up as she did so. She picked up the pamphlet that came with Brittany's tray and opens it up, laying it down on the table.
"Well, basically you just circle the things listed that you want to eat for each meal tomorrow, here you can borrow my pencil," Santana handed over one of the tiny pencils that the tech provided.
"Thanks," Brittany said a little above a whisper and took the pencil, her fingers brushed against the brunette's and Santana feels a slight tingle which the blonde must have felt too as she yanked her hand back.
Santana wished the girl hadn't pulled her hand away so fast but she brushes it off as she watches the blonde start filling out her menu. Brittany looked disinterested as she seemed to circle random things on the paper. Santana didn't blame her though; the food like everything else in this place is not that great.
Most of everyone has finished their breakfast by now and is back in either their own room or in the common area. Santana took small bites of her food and looked over to see Brittany pushing the soggy eggs around on her plate with an unopened milk carton sitting to the side.
"Do you not like milk?" Santana asked.
"Yes, I hate it actually," Brittany scrunched her face up at the thought.
"Here you can have my apple juice, I always order something extra to drink." Santana gently slid the juice carton over to the blonde.
Brittany looked at the carton and then picked it up examining it. The blonde then gave her a wary look.
"You swear you're not a member of the FBI paid to spy on me?" Brittany asked in complete seriousness.
Santana had to cover her mouth with her hand as she tried to stifle a laugh. "Yes, I swear. No one here is in the FBI."
The blonde still seemed unsure so she held up her pinky finger and asked, "You pinky promise?"
She can't help but smile at this; she hadn't heard that saying in ages. She then linked their pinkies and said, "Yes, I pinky promise."
Brittany studied the brunette for a second longer but seemed satisfied when she let go of the other girl's pinky and smiled at her for the first time. Santana smiled back at the girl, loving the adorable look on the blonde.
The tech looked up from his crossword puzzle that he was working on. "Oh Santana, I forgot to tell you that they assigned you to be Brittany's mentor today, since it's her first day and all. Will that be a problem?"
Santana looked over to the blonde who was sipping on her apple juice and smiled. "No… no, that won't be a problem at all."