This is just filler, people! Sorry about the pauses between updates. School has been so busy!

It had been two weeks since Brittany was admitted to the hospital, and the doctors that were responsible for her care had finally decided that she could go home. The general physician that had spent the most time with Brittany walked into her room.

"Brittany, it seems that your wounds are healing well, so you are free to go home later this afternoon. How does that sound?"

Brittany made no attempt to conceal her enthusiasm; her energy had improved one hundred fold, and her strength seemed to have returned. She bounced up and down in her bed, jostling the sleeping Santana that was still clinging to her stomach.

"Oh, thank you so much! I would love to go home. I really miss my room and Lord Tubbington" replied Brittany. The doctor silently decided that Brittany was talking about her pet cat.

"Well, fantastic. Let me have one of our interns come in and document your stats, then you are free to go." The doctor glanced happily at Santana before turning around and disappearing from sight. Santana finally awoke, stretching and yawning a "good morning". She scratched her head momentarily, and clicked her tongue before speaking.

"What time is it?" she asked.

"Almost one o'clock" Brittany giggled. "We shouldn't have stayed up so late last night"

An evil grin stretched across Santana's face as she replied, "I sure didn't mind".

Brittany blushed a deep shade of red, and tried to conceal her giggling. Santana smirked in return, before throwing the covers off of them and hopping out of the bed.

"Would you like me to grab you some breakfast?" asked Santana.

"Could I maybe have some real food? This hospital food tastes awful" replied Brittany.

Santana laughed, "It has to be better than my cooking.."

"Oh, come on. I love you're cooking…" Brittany lied, unconvincingly.

Santana laughed once more before exiting the room. Brittany lay back on her pillows, thinking of the last two weeks. There had been several police officers in her room almost every single day, questioning her about the evening of the attack. She had almost no information to offer them, other than the van that she spotted following her. She heard the gunshot, and felt the blinding pain. Luckily, the van had departed quickly after firing. The pain was almost unbearable, and she had lain in the street for several minutes before she decided to continue to Santana's house. Though it was excruciating, she had to make it to her girlfriend. She knew Santana could help her. So she journeyed on, making it to Santana's house just before she passed out. After that, all she could remember was waking up in the hospital, a distraught Santana by her side. But, she was alive, and she was grateful for that. Santana had made it all better, just as she always had. Brittany smiled at the thought of her girlfriend's adoration for her.

She was shaken from her thoughts by the medical intern entering the room to write down her stats.

"How are you feeling, Brittany?" asked the intern, trying to fill the silence.

"Much better, thanks!" replied Brittany.

The intern continued scribbling notes on her clipboard for several minutes, before thanking Brittany and leaving the room. Brittany sat in silence, listening to the beeping of the machines around her. She shifted her shoulders curiously, testing the strength of her back. She was still incredibly sore, but it was nothing like the first few days. They had kept the bandage around her torso; the stitches had to be left in. The two times that they had attempted to remove the stitches had ended in bleeding and more bandages. The holes weren't closing very quickly, so they decided on a more solid stitching that could be removed in several weeks instead of several days. Brittany had just begun tugging at a strip of the bandage when Santana re-entered the room, carrying a bag with steam coming out the top.

"Are those bugging you babe?" asked Santana, genuinely concerned. She rushed in, setting the bag next to Brittany's bed before gently caressing her back.

"Oh, no. I was just lost in thought. Am I smelling egg-sausage sandwiches and…"

"Mocha Frappuchinos? Your favorite, of course!" Santana finished proudly. Brittany smiled in return, fondness filling her to her core. She seductively tugged on Santana's jacket, urging her to lean in for a kiss. Santana kissed her quickly, before bending over to collect their breakfast. Brittany laughed loudly.

"Hungry much?" she said.

"That, and we DEFINITELY can't have a repeat of last night right now.." Santana put emphasis on the word "now", as if suggesting that later would be just dandy.

"Oh, and why is that?" asked Brittany innocently.

"Well, to begin, you were making enough noise to wake an entire…" Santana had begun to explain, but Brittany had turned a deep red again, suddenly becoming intensely preoccupied with stirring her iced coffee. Santana laughed, kissing Brittany playfully. She hopped back onto the bed, snuggling next to her girlfriend. Brittany reached into the brown paper bag, retrieving their breakfast. Santana hardly had time to open her container before Brittany had inhaled half of her own.

"Jeez, slow down Brit!" said Santana. Brittany mumbled an impatient reply, spraying half-chewed eggs onto the bed. Brittany swallowed the alarming mouthful, laughing with Santana at the mess she had made. They stared lovingly into each other's eyes, before sharing another tender kiss.