Stay Strong For Me (Brittana)

"Hello?" Brittany says as she answers the phone.

"Brittany, it's Blaine," a man's voice replies.

Blaine Anderson is Santana's partner in the New York Police Force and they have been partners as well as close friends for a little over three years.

Brittany's heart sinks in her stomach. She just knows something bad has happened to her wife.

"Britt, Santana was shot several times. I'm so sorry. The guy came out of nowhere. Before I could shoot him, it was too late. Come to New York Presbyterian hospital as fast as you can. Santana is refusing to go into surgery until she sees you," Blaine explains.

"Oh my god. Okay, I'm on my way. Do not let her die, Blaine!" Brittany orders and she hangs up the phone.

She grabs her keys and coat, slipping on some shoes as she rushes out of the apartment.

She drives as quickly as she can in the New York traffic to the hospital. Brittany parks the car and rushes to the emergency department.

There she finds Blaine in his uniform, pacing back and forth along while several other officers sit in chairs. Santana is a well loved, high profile police officer so that explains the crowd.

"Blaine! Where the heck is she?" Brittany asks, rushing up to Blaine.

"I'll get the doctor. She said that only family can see her," Blaine replies.

He rushes off to get the doctor.

"Brittany! Is she going to be okay?" one of the officers asks. "

"I don't know. I haven't seen her yet!" Brittany replies anxiously.

Blaine comes back with a doctor.

"Hello. I'm Dr. Torres and you must be Brittany. Santana has been asking for you. One bullet went into your wife's stomach and the other into her leg. I'm an orthopedic surgeon so I will be working on the bullet in her leg. My colleague, Dr. Jones, will work on her stomach since he is a general and trauma surgeon," Dr. Torres explains.

"Okay. Can I please see her?" Brittany asks.

"Of course, but it has to be quick. She's already lost a lot of blood and we want to get her into surgery as soon as possible," Dr. Torres says. Brittany nods and follows the doctor to a hospital room.

"I'm going to prep. An intern will come by soon to take Sanatana to the Operating room. I'll try to update you as often as I can," Dr. Torres informs Brittany before leaving.

Brittany takes a deep breath to calm her raging heart before she enters the hospital room, closing the door softly behind her.

There she finds a semi-conscious Santana laying on the bed, attached to many tubes and wires, a bandage on her side and arm.

"Mm. Britt," Santana whimpers, her brown eyes fluttering open.

"Hi, baby," Brittany says, taking one of Santana's hands in hers.

"I'm so sorry Brittany. I should have seen it coming but I," Santana starts.

"Shh. This is not your fault, do you hear me? The doctors are going to take good care of you and I will be there when you wake up. Stay strong for me, please," Brittany begs.

"I will. I love you, Brittany," Santana murmurs before going unconscious.

An intern enters the room.

"We need to take her to surgery now," he informs Brittany.

Brittany nods and places a kiss on Santana's head before backing up so that the intern can wheel Santana out of the room and to surgery.

Brittany heads back to the waiting room to find it clear of officers and people except for Blaine and her and Santana's best friend, Quinn Fabray.

"Britt! Is she okay? Blaine called me and I rushed right over!" Quinn asks, standing up in a hurry.

Brittany breaks down then, tears streaming down her face. She can't lose Santana, she can't. Quinn wraps the sobbing woman in her arms and holds her tightly. Blaine stands up as well and wraps them both in his strong arms. All the three can do now is hope that Santana pulls through.

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Hours later, Brittany is pacing the waiting room, Quinn and Blaine watching helplessly, unable to help their friend.

Dr. Torres walks into the waiting room and peels her gloves off.

"Dr. Torres! Is she going to be okay?" Brittany asks anxiously, rushing up to the doctor.

"She's going to be fine, Brittany. The bullets are out and she's resting in the ICU. She's still unconscious, but you can sit with her if you like," Dr. Torres explains. Quinn and Blaine nod, urging Brittany to go see her wife.

"Thank you so much. You and your colleague saved my wife. She may just be another patient to you, but to me, she's my everything," Brittany replies thankfully.

"You're very welcome. If it was my wife, Arizona, who was hurt, I'd hope someone would do the same for her. Now, come on. I'll take you to Santana," Dr. Torres smiles.

She loves it when she plays a part in making sure a family gets a happy ending.

Dr. Torres leads Brittany to the ICU and into the patient room where Santana is resting.

Tears fill Brittany's bright blue eyes as she takes in her wife. Santana is laying there, her leg and torso wrapped in bandages, connected to many tubes and wires. Her eyes are closed and her breathing slow and shallow. She's obviously fast asleep.

"I'll give you two some privacy," Dr. Torres says before leaving, shutting the door behind her.

Brittany takes a seat beside Santana's bedside and delicately takes the brunette's hand in hers.

"Hey, Sanny. I'm here. You're going to be okay. Just please, open those beautiful brown eyes of yours," Brittany begs tearfully.

If this were a fairytale, Santana's eyes would flutter right open. However, life is rarely a fairytale. Brittany sighs and places a loving kiss on her lover's forehead before falling fast asleep in the chair.

An hour later, Santana's eyelids flutter open like the wings of butterflies. Pain courses through her, the type of dull ache that causes a person to flinch.

Santana takes in her surroundings and notices Brittany, fast asleep beside her. She smiles softly at the sight of her sleeping wife and gingerly lifts her hand to stroke Brittany's blonde locks lovingly. Brittany stirs and opens her eyes, sitting upright.

"Santana?" she asks, hoping that she isn't dreaming and that her wife is really awake.

"Hey, Britt. I stayed strong for you, just like you told me too," Santana smiles.

All the fear and pain of the day comes to light and Brittany bursts into relieved tears.

"Britt Britt, what's wrong? Why are you crying, lovey?" Santana asks worriedly.

"I almost lost you," Brittany hiccups.

"But you didn't. I'm right here," Santana soothes.

Brittany continues to sob.

"Oh love. Come here," Santana sighs, reaching her arms out for Brittany.

"I don't want to hurt you," Brittany replies, whipping at her eyes.

"You won't. I promise. Now, come here. I wanna get my cuddles on," Santana promises.

Brittany smiles and lays beside Santana. Santana wraps her arms around her carefully so she doesn't jostle her injuries, placing a kiss on her forehead.

"I love you, Brittany. I won't ever leave you. I promise. Now get some rest. I'll be right here when you wake up," Santana assures her wife. 

"Okay, and I love you too, San. Can I get a goodnight kiss first though?" Brittany asks, eyeing Santana's plump lips longingly.

"Of course, baby. Come here," Santana smiles.

Brittany shifts so she can kiss Santana softly before curling up to Santana once more.

"Sleep, love. You look exhausted," Santana whispers as Brittany's eyes drift shut.

Soon, the blonde's breathing evens out and she is fast asleep, wrapped snuggly in Santana's arms. Santana places a kiss on her head befre drifting off as well, happy to be alive.