Haunted
Santana put on lipstick, ignoring the ghost on her bed.
"Have you eaten breakfast?" it asked.
She ignored it, continuing to get dressed.
"You're only making things more difficult," it told her.
"Shut up!" Santana finally snapped. "You're dead. Go away!"
"I told you already—I can't."
Santana shut her eyes as the ghost of Quinn Fabray came over to her. She felt a chill as Quinn—no, it, touched her arm.
"Santana."
"Why are you haunting me?" she whispered.
"I'm here to make sure you don't make the same stupid mistakes I did. Like pushing people away who care about you."
"I won't."
"You will. So think of me as your guardian angel. Because I'm not leaving until you allow yourself to be happy. And frankly, that's going to be a long time yet."