As Santana sung to her, Dani felt her eyes grow drowsy as Santana's hands wrapped themselves around her hair, calming her. Eventually, she fell asleep and was breathing evenly and Dr. Harris had managed to place the IV back into her arm while Santana was singing, but because of the beautiful distraction, she had let him and she was asleep before she could complain.

The darker girl was smiling at Dani's bedside, already formulating how she was going to ask Dani out once she was okay. Santana knew, in the back of her head, that Dani would never be truly okay, but she hoped to be the one to help save her. She didn't know why. They had met only a bit more than a week ago, but already Santana thought she was the most beautiful thing she had ever met. She picked up Dani's limp hand and began to trace her fingers around it and she made her way up to the crook of Dani's elbow until she realized what she had so easily overlooked just seconds ago.

Santana let out a choked and dry sob suddenly and Dani's eyes flew open widely, full of concern for Santana and despite what she'd just witnessed, the concern in her eyes made Santana's heart feel like it was full of helium. Dani's mouth was in an "o" as if she was trying to decide whether or not to talk as Santana simply looked at her brokenly with her index finger against her pulse.

"Please…" Dani began quietly before she hung her head opposite of Santana, her hair sheltering her head like a steel wall, and Santana was a loss for words.

The scars were anything but inconspicuous, and Santana knew she had to say something to Dani, but she was too busy deciding whether or not to tell Dr. Harris. "Dani," she said softly. "Honey, why?"

Dani simply shook her head and when she opened her mouth, Santana knew she was crying and she realized just how terrifying this must be for her. "Don't tell anyone," she cried out as her breath hitched and her voice cracked. "Everybody gets a secret. I just want mine."

Despite how concerned she was, Santana simply shook her head and walked around the bed to lift Dani's head to make eye contact with her. "I'm not going to tell anyone," she whispered, the incessant beeping of a machine distantly in the background. "But you need help."

The shorter girl shook her head violently, and that was the moment when Santana discovered how false the front she put up at the diner was. "I'm just like that, Santana." or "You don't want to date me. I'm a mess." Santana's heart broke for what seemed like the thousandth time in that small amount of time. Dani just hated herself.

Santana knew that she couldn't save Dani, but she was going to help as much as Dani would let her. "Hey, baby girl," Santana said tentatively. "What if you didn't go to rehab?" The thought had just dawned on Santana, and frankly, at this point, she didn't give a flying fuck what Kurt and Rachel what thought.

Dani nodded quickly, her eyes bloodshot, but Santana wasn't done yet. "What if you come live with me and Rachel and Kurt? We can help you. We're not professionals, but we'd do our best."

Santana couldn't remember the last time in the week they had known each other if she had ever seen a bigger smile grace Dani's face. "If…if the doctor lets you," she nodded, more enthusiastic than Santana could ever remember. "Santana," she said carefully, her voice wavering. "C-can I kiss you?"

The taller girl smiled directly back at Dani and let a tear she had been keeping at bay out. She nodded, completely enthused, and Dani reached forward and captured Santana's lips in her own in a short, chaste kiss.

"I don't know what it is…" The blonde trailed off.

Santana shrugged. "I don't either. But I'm glad you feel it too."

Dani kissed her gently again and Santana could taste the salt on both of their lips and they wrapped their hands in each other's hair just as Dr. Harris stood in the door frame and cleared his throat.

"Um, sorry, ladies," he interjected, and Santana giggled at Dani. "But, I need to keep talking to Dani about her rehabilitation options."

Santana raised an eyebrow. "Dr. Harris?"

The balding man looked up from his clipboard and eyed Santana warily.

"I've, um, given Dani the option, if she wants, to come live with me and my two roommates. I would gladly monitor her and help pay for mental health appointments, and such. She seems like she wants to?" Santana stated and received a nod of approval from Dani.

Dr. Harris simply sighed and marked something sloppily down on his clipboard. "We have a mental health professional, Dr. May Longleaf, if you would like to bring her back every week for an appointment both with her and with me to get her vitals and whatnot."

Santana's eyes widened at how easy the process had been and Dani grabbed her hand and squeezed it tightly, almost like a security blanket. "Thank you, Dr. Harris!" she said enthusiastically.

"Now," he droned on. "I will expect improved vitals every time you come Dani, and Dr. Longleaf will report to me how you're doing mentally."

Both of the girls nodded identically as if a mirror was set between them.

"I'll have Mary send the discharge papers over and you'll receive a bill in a few weeks."

Dani sucked her breath in sharply in nervousness as Dr. Harris left the room. "San, that bill's going to be fucking expensive."

Santana took her chance and pressed a kiss to Dani's forehead. "Shh…we'll figure something out. I'm going to help you. Kurt and Rachel can help you. It'll be okay."

Mary walked into the room slowly and placed the papers on Dani's bed before she removed the IV, the look on her face surprised when she realized it was still in. "Just bring them to the front desk when you're done. Your clothes are in that cabinet," she gestured to the left. "Nobody likes those hospital gowns. They're like wind tunnels."

Santana smiled at Dani when she realized how eager Dani was, already poring over the paperwork intensely. She observed Dani carefully and fell quietly in love with the way she was left-handed and her hand got ink smudged on it while she wrote and sometimes outlined her scars ever-so-slightly. She quietly fell in love with her tattoo of a flock of birds and the way it was obvious that she dyed her roots so carefully.

"What's your address, San?"

Santana's heart fluttered at the simple question and she reeled off the string of numbers and words for Dani as the sitting girl wrote them down. Her thumb was precariously close to the page and it shook and dropped and got ink smudged on it and Santana picked her hand up and smeared Dani's hand onto the blonde's face to create a black nose.

"Hey! Don't take advantage of my left-handedness!" Dani shrieked.

Santana laughed and kissed Dani's nose. "It's adorable."

As she filled out the last of the forms, both girls stood up and exited the room, only to distribute the forms to some woman named Carol at the front desk, Dani signing while Santana waiting on the couch as she texted Rachel and Kurt about their new roommate.

Santana: I'm bringing Dani (from the Spotlight – you know her) back to live with us. She's going through some personal issues right now and needs some care.

Kurt: Wait, Santana, what the hell? You can't just spring this on us!

Rachel: Well, I for one, think it'll be a good thing for Santana to finally care about something. As long as she pays her way, I have no problem with it. She's a nice girl.

Kurt: Ugh, Santana, you owe me major.

Santana: Just give her a chance, Kurt.

Dani strode over the Santana and pulled her up by her hand didn't let go as she ran her thumb over Santana's palm as they walked. They left the hospital and headed for the subway, hand-in-hand.