I will try to Fix you
Authors Note(I don't own any of the Glee characters) I saw that someone has written a similar Quintana story to this one(which gave me the idea to do this) but instead of Santana losing her memory, and running away, it was Quinn. So, I hope the person who wrote that story, doesn't mind that I write this one. I wish I could remember their username, I'd give them some credit, but if any of you do, let me know please. For you Dantana fans, there is some in this chapter. Warning: Insect, assault and smut. If the assault is a trigger for you, skip the italics. Enjoy!
Chapter One
Freedom. Santana is finally free, and she's loving every second of it. This is what she's saved all of her money for. To get away from her jerk of a father, and to finally be free. And the best part about it is, she's nineteen, so her father can't do a damn thing about it. She would've left when she turned eighteen, but she didn't have the money.
Now she just hitched a ride from a nice family on vacation. The mother saw her walking on the side of the highway, and took pity of her. Santana isn't complaining. She had her fair share of creepy truckers trying to give her a lift, she'll take a mothers pity over that any day.
"Where are you heading, sweetie?" The nice women asks from the passenger seat. Santana is sitting in the back with their seven year old son, and four year old daughter.
"New York City, but I'm just passing through. I have family in Pittsburgh."
Her friend, Tina isn't technically family, but Santana didn't want to tell the kind women that. She didn't think she would like her going there on her own.
"That's nice. You're young, you'll love the city if you haven't seen it before. Just remember to be safe, ok?"
Santana smiles at the typical mother answer. It's something she's not used to, but she welcomes it, none the less. "I will."
Reaching the city, the couple make sure to drop Santana off in a safe area before leaving, which turns out to be Central Park. Santana thanks them, and wishes a fun and safe vacation. She wonders around the park for awhile, until she gets hungry.
Not knowing any good places to eat, she asks a local, and he directs her to the Spotlight Diner. Apparently a lot of wannabe artists work there. They sing and dance between serving food. Since she's too hungry to care, Santana takes a look inside.
It's very busy, so she knows right away it's popular, and she hopes it has more to do with the food than the entertainment. A small boy, no older than her, with brown, short hair escorts her to one of the smaller tables, and gives her a menu and water. By the way he talks, and walks, Santana feels her gay-dar going off big time. Not that she minds, Santana herself is gay, it's just something she made note of as he seated her.
"Hey, beautiful. What can I get you?" She hears above her.
Santana looks up to a very pretty blonde. She can tell it's not her natural color, but it suits the girl very much. She looks at her name tag, and smiles.
"I'm actually still looking, Dani. Do you recommend anything? This is my first time in the city." She says with a flirty smile.
Dani smiles back, biting her bottom lip. Santana holds back a moan at the sight. "They have the best hamburgers. It's pretty big, and comes with a side of French fries, or a salad, your choice."
Santana does, looking back at the menu. Not finding anything else that jumps out at her, she looks up, and holds the menu out to Dani. "I'll have French fries, I'm not on a diet. Besides, I think I look just fine." She winks.
Dani takes the menu, then leans down closer to Santana, so their faces are inches apart. "You look more than just fine, beautiful. I'll be back with your order as soon as I can." She flirts back with a wink of her own. As Santana watches Dani walk away, she thinks running away was the best decision she's ever made.
While Santana eats, Dani continues to flirt with her, and she flirts right back. Being from a small town, Santana wasn't so open with her sexuality, so her running away has been freeing in more ways than one. Across the room where Dani is ordering someone else's food, she looks straight into Santana's eyes, and with her head, gestures towards the ladies restroom.
Santana eats a few more fries, then goes to the ladies room, taking her purse with her. Inside, she takes out some mints, and throws a handful into her mouth, having an idea what's going to happen already. She also fixes her hair a little.
Shortly the door file open, and before Santana has time to think, Dani has her against the wall, sucking and biting on her neck.
"You don't waist any time, do you?" She says panting from adrenaline.
Dani takes Santana's ear lobe between her teeth, earning a moan, then soothes it over with her tongue. "I only have a fifteen minute break." Dani says with her lips against Santana's neck.
Santana has her legs wrapped around Dani's waist, so she doesn't fall. Dani turns Santana's head, crashing their lips in a hard kiss. During their heated make out session, Dani lifts Santana by her bottom, and moving them into a stall. She sits down on the toilet, so Santana is straddling her. Santana breaks the kiss, and moves to the blonde's neck.
Dani squeezes Santana's bottom, bringing their lower halves together. They both moan at the feeling. Then needing more friction, Dani unzips Santana's jeans. The Latina gets the hint, and stands up a little, so Dani can pull them down. What she doesn't expect however, is for Dani to gasp in shock. She frowns, looking down at the blonde.
"What?" She pants.
Dani looks up with a mixture of turned on, and concern. "You have nasty bruises on your thighs."
Santana's heart jumps into her throat. How could she of forgotten about the bruises, it's why she left Lima to begin with. She looks down at her lap, then puts her jeans back on.
"It's nothing, doctor said it's from having low iron or something. I'm fine."
Santana reconnects their lips, hoping Dani doesn't ask anymore questions. The blonde moans, feeling Santana's tongue swipe across her lips, and she easily gives her access. Santana reaches between them, and slides Dani's red skirt up her thigh. Dani instantly opens her legs wider.
Santana teases her a little, lightly running her fingers over every inch of skin on her legs, purposely avoiding her center. Getting impatient, Dani grunts, jerking her hips. Santana smiles in the kiss. Dani pulls their lips away, panting heavily.
"Enough foreplay, I have to get back to work soon."
Santana kisses the blondes neck, getting her a little more worked up, then pushes the wet fabric aside, and easily slides a digit in. Dani moans, throwing her head back.
"Oh fuck." She bucks her hips matching Santana's pumps."Mo-ore, I ne-ed more." She manages to get out.
Santana almost pulls out, then adds two more fingers. Dani moans louder, Santana covers it wither her lips. "Not that this isn't hot and all, but I don't think your boss would appreciate us having sex in here. Keep it down." She says against Dani's lips.
Dani just nods, gripping Santana's shoulders. "Ugh, I'm c-close." She stutters.
Santana curls her finger in just the right spot, and pumps faster. Dani silently moans, with her head against the wall, holding Santana even tighter. When she gets back down from her climax, Dani is left out of breath and sweaty.
"Wow. Tha-at was a-amazing."
Santana just smiles, slipping her fingers out of the blonde, making her shutter. "Do you have to go back to work?"
Dani looks down at her watch, and sighs. "Yeah, but if you want, we can have more fun later." She suggests seductively.
Santana raises her eyes brows. "Oh really?"
Dani nods, then pats Santana's hip. "Follow me."
They get out of the stall, and Dani fixes her hair. Santana decides to do the same. Then Dani takes Santana's hand, having her follow out of the bathroom, and behind the bar, into the kitchen. In the corner of the room is a place for the employees coats and purses.
Dani grabs her and takes out a pen. "This is my cell number. A friend of mine has a band, they're playing at The Twist, a bar in Manhattan. Here's the address. Meet you there?" She asks hopefully.
Santana nods. Why not? Dani is hot, and they already had sex, what's the harm? "Sure. What time do they start?"
"Nine thirty. Call me when you get there, I'll meet you outside. I promised my friend I would help set up, so I'll already be there."
"Ok. I'll see you later then."
Dani gives her a quick kiss, then winks, and goes to walk the Latina back into the restaurant, but stops at the door and turns around with a grin. "I just realized you have given me one of the best orgasms I ever had, but I don't know your name."
Santana smiles back. "Santana."
Dani nods. "It suits you, I like it."
To waist a lot of time, Santana does most of the tourists stuff, like going to famous buildings, and the Statue of Liberty. And to waist even more time after that, instead of taking a cab to The Twist, she gets direction from another local how to get there through the subway. And since she did run away, and doesn't want anyone to contact her, Santana also got a new cell phone, and added Dani's number to it.
So, while getting off the subway, she calls the blonde, letting her know she arrived. She was told the bar is just above the subway, and walking up the stairs, she's thankful that's true. When Dani does answer her phone, Santana can already hear the band playing and people talking in the background.
"Hello?!" Dani practically yells into the phone.
"Hey, it's Santana. I'm outside the bar."
"Oh, cool. I'll be there in a minute." She yells again.
Santana puts her phone back I to her purse and waits. In short time though, Dani walks out of the bar, two beers already in hand. "Here, you have to play catch up."
Santana snorts taking the bottle from her. Dani takes her hand, and brings the Latina inside. The Twist isn't small, but not very big either. The bar is on the right, going down most of the wall towards the stage, and in the middle of the dance floor, is a pool table, and surrounding the dance floor, are tables and booths.
To the left of the room, they have both the men's and women's restrooms. Dani pulls Santana out to the dance floor, and they weave their way through the crowd to get to a table, where a few people are already seated. Santana recognizes one of them from the diner.
"San, these are my friends. They work at the diner with me."
She points to a short brunette first."That's Rachel, aka, short stack." Rachel rolls her eyes and waves. Next Dani points to the boy Santana recognizes.
"Kurt, or lady Hummel, or lady face." Kurt doesn't seem phased by the nicknames, and just waves politely. "And last but not least, that man up on the stage is, Elliot. This is his band. Sometimes they'll let us sing with them, but since you're here, I told them I won't be singing."
Dani pulls out a chair for Santana, and rests her arm on the back of it. Then she leans closer to Santana, so she doesn't have to yell. "Since you just got here, we'll wait for the alcohol to kick in before we dance." She gives her a thumbs up.
By the time Santana has, as Dani put it, catches up to them, she and Dani are out on the dance floor, grinding on one another and making out. Since it is a gar bar, however, no one seems to mind, plus everyone is drunk at this point anyway.
Dani has her arms wrapped around Santana's neck, and Santana is holding on to Dani's waist as their tongues battle in their mouths. Rachel and Kurt are tipsy, and singing with the band. Dani kisses Santana's neck up to her ear.
"Let's find a bathroom."
Before Santana could even protest, she is pulled through the crowd to the restroom. Going into the bathroom, Dani stumbles and bumps into another women with short, blonde hair and hazel eyes.
"Ops, my bad. Sorry."
The blonde just waves her off with a polite smile, understanding her drunken state. Also being drunk herself, Santana leers at the women until she's out of sight. Dani pulls her into one of the stalls, and this time she straddles the Latina, connecting their lips, going back to their make out session, where they left off on the dance floor.
From the time they spent together, Santana learned the more Dani drinks, the more horny she gets, and the blonde is getting touchy. She slips her hands under Santana's shirt and cups her right breast, then squeezes it.
"Your tits are perfect." Dani says against her lips.
Santana just grunts in response. Dani breaks the kiss, and makes her way back up to Santana's ear again."I want to fuck you so bad, you won't be able to touch yourself."
Santana moans at the thought, but shakes her head. She doesn't want Dani to see the rest of her bruises. "No. How about we do what we did at the diner?"
Dani also shakes her head. "I want to feel you climax over my fingers."
Without her permission, Dani starts to unzip Santana's jeans. Santana shakes her head, with tears streaming down her face. Dani might get horny while drunk, but Santana can turn into a crying mess.
"N-No, don't. I said no." She pushes Dani's hands aside, confusing the girl.
"What's wrong? You didn't mind it before."
Santana zips her jeans back up. "I forgot about-I didn't think you'd freak out over a few small bruises."
"I didn't freak out, and they're not small bruises, San." Dani sighs, wrapping her arms around Santana's neck."Why don't you just let me make you feel good, and we can forget all about it?" Santana closes her eyes, getting frustrated.
Returning from a friends house late one night, Santana sneaks up to her room, hoping her father doesn't hear. Ever since her mother left unexpectedly, he's been more strict than ever. She quietly walks down the hall to her room.
Her fathers door is shut, so she assumes he's still sleeping. She eyes the door, as she slowly walks into her room. The lights are still off, and she has to feel against the wall for the switch. But before she can reach it, the lamp next to her bed turns on, causing her to jump. Her father, Nicholas, is sitting on her bed, waiting.
"Papi, you scared me. I thought you were in your room, sleeping."
He shakes his head. "Where have you been? I was waiting for you."
She shifts, guilty between her feet, gazing at the floor. "Tina asked if I wanted to visit for awhile, I lost track of time."
"Hm. Well, it's late, you better get some sleep." He gets off the bed, and walks towards the door. Thinking he left, Santana starts to change into her pajama's. It's when she gets down to only her underwear, that she feels a presence behind her, and frowns.
"Papi?" He presses himself against her back, and wraps his arm around her shoulders from behind. Santana's breath hitches out of fear."P-Papi. What are you doing?"
He doesn't say a word, bringing his nose to the side of her head, and breaths in her scent. Santana holds her breath."Papi." She whispers.
Nicholas groans, and his hand sneaks down to her left breast, he cups it. Santana tries to move out of his grasp, but he pulls her back. She chokes a sob."Por favor, stop."
Nichols ignores her. His other hand slides down the side of her body, and to her stomach. "You're growing into a beautiful young women, like your Mami. It's driving me crazy, I've had dreams about touching you, and having my dick so far inside you, it'll leave you sore."
Santana whimpers, again trying to get away, and again he pulls her back into his strong arms. "No, Papi. Don't, por favor." She pleads.
The hand Nichols has on her stomach, slides down to her center. Santana tries to close her legs, but her roughly pulls them apart."You better corporate with me, Santana, or I'll get the belt out."
Santana shakes her head, crying as Nicholas runs his finger through her folds. "Stop, Papi, no."
Nichols groans, covering her mouth with his other hand. "Shut up, you're making it hard for me to enjoy this."
Santana suddenly pushes Dani off her and walks out of the room, out the bar, and onto the street. She hates getting those flashbacks. She hates the memory of what her 'father' did to her, she hates all of it. Not wanting Dani to run after her, Santana halls a cab.
She asks where there is a hotel she can stay at, and the man drives her to it. She catches the worried glances the driver throws at her occasionally, but ignores it. There's no way she would spill her guts out to a strange cab driver.
"Are you visiting friends?" Santana only glares at him."It's just-you don't look like the city girl type. I'm sorry to be nosey, my wife tells me about it all the time."
She sighs. The man is only being friendly, the least she could do is recuperate. "Yes, I'm visiting friends. I didn't have the time until now to get a room, and it slipped my mind to ask them."
He snorts. "I'm not so good with my memory myself, which is why my wife has to remind me not to be so nosey."
He pulls on to another street, getting closer to the hotel. Just as he reaches the stop sign, a speeding car hits them from behind, causing Santana to go right through the windshield, and the driver to be hit with the air bag.
Santana groans opening her eyes, but quickly closes them from the bright light. She's confused, she doesn't remember going to sleep. With her eyes still shut, Santana slowly becomes aware there is something in her throat.
She blindly reaches for her mouth, and comes into contact with some kind of tube. Suddenly she feels someone gently taking her hand away from it, making her jump. Slowly she opens her eyes, and finds herself looking up at women with short, red hair and blue eyes.
"Ma'am, my names is Emma Pillsburry. I'm your nurse, don't take out your tube, the doctor will be here shortly to take it out."
Taking a closer look around the room, Santana realizes she's in a hospital, and starts to panic. Her heart rate goes up, causing the machine to go off. Emma calls for a doctor Fabray, running out of the room. Shortly though, she returns with a blonde women. The blonde us quick to Santana's side and rubs her arm, while taking out her stethoscope, listening to her heart.
"Calm down, ma'am. You're putting stress on your heart." She says gently, in the most soothing and also sexy voice Santana has ever heard.
"You've been in a car accident last night. Some teenagers claimed they were racing, and also drinking." She takes her stethoscope, and puts it around her neck, but doesn't stop rubbing Santana's arm."Do you remember any of it?"
Taking a moment to think, Santana doesn't remember anything. Not her childhood, her teenaged years, how old was she anyway? She remembers nothing, and shakes her head.
The blonde women sighs, defeated."Ok, I'm going to take this tube out now, cause you don't need it anymore. Your throat will be a little sore though." Santana nods.
"I'm Quinn by the way." She says getting a pair of gloves on.
Santana inspects the women's face, and decides it defiantly suits her. Quinn's returns to her side, and looks down at her apologetically."This will feel weird coming out, but I promise it's not painful. Hold your breath for me."
Santana does what she's told, as Quinn slowly pulls out the tube. Once it's out, Santana can't help but cough. Quinn hands the tube over to Emma, and the red head throws it away in the red bin.
Quinn once again rubs her arm. "There you go. Coughing helps, so do as much of it as you can."
After Santana settles down, she opens her mouth to talk, but Quinn stops her."Talking won't though. Hold on a minute."
She goes over to the nightstand beside Santana's bed, and pulls out a small white board with a dry maker, and tissues. She passes it to Santana."You'll have to use this for awhile."
Santana nods, reluctantly and starts to write something out, then turns it so Quinn can read. "The accident isn't the only thing I can't remember. Is that normal?"
Quinn takes a deep breath, looking guilty at Emma with a quick glance. She clears her throat, and it confuses Santana why it's taking so long to answer a simple question.
"Yes, it is normal, I was going to get to that." Quinn pauses, clearing her throat once more."The accident caused you to hurdle through the windshield, and because of the impact, you hit your head pretty hard on the pavement. There was a lot of bleeding we stopped with surgery, but we couldn't stop the damage it caused."
Before Quinn could continue, Santana erases what she's written, and jots down something else, then shows it to the doctor. "I have brain damage?"
She shakes her head. "Not exactly." Santana looks confused. "Yes, there's damage, but not enough to call it brain damage. If it were, you would be in a coma." She gently explains.
Santana writes something else. "How much damage do I have?"
Quinn smiles sympathetically. "It's enough to of caused temporary memory loss. I'm sorry."
Santana looks away, not wanting the doctor to see her cry. And as if she senses that, Quinn leaves and has Emma do the same. She can't believe it, her whole life has been erased like a white board. Of course she's sure there are some things she wouldn't want to remember, everyone does, but to not have any is different.
She doesn't even know who she is. Maybe the doctor knows, she thinks. Looking around, she searches for some way to get a nurse, and by her bed behind her, she finds a button.
"A nurse will be right with you." Says a kind voice.
While she waits, Santana also finds a remote, and watches tv. She doesn't have to wait long though, Emma soon walks into the room, with food surprisingly.
"I thought you might be hungry."
Wheeling the food closer on it's trey, Santana stomach growls. She blushes looking at her lap. Emma just smiles and uncovers her plate, revealing some turkey with gravy and potatoes.
"Thank you." She writes.
"You're welcome. What else did you need?"
Santana erases the thank you, and writes something else. "I realized I don't even know my name."
Emma shakes her head guilty before reading it all. "I'm sorry. Unfortunately, you didn't have your ID on you. For now, you're Jane Doe."
Santana holds back her tears, turning her head again. Emma leaves, feeling she should give her privacy. And as soon as Santana hears the click to the door closing, she breaks down again. She can't believe this is happening to her. She feels so lost and lonely.
Not feeling hungry anymore, Santana pushes the trey away from her, and slides down in the bed, laying on her side, closing her eyes as she does. She doesn't even realize, concerned eyes are watching her.
The next time Santana wakes up, she feels someone unwrap something on her left arm, and looks up to see Quinn, smiling apologetically."Sorry, didn't mean to wake you. Just doing the daily check up."
Santana sits up and rubs her eyes with a yawn, then grabs her board. "Isn't that the nurses job?"
Quinn snorts, after reading what she wrote, then puts away the cuff she used to check Santana's blood pressure. "Yeah, it is. But Emma is on break, taking a nap herself. So, I thought I'd check on you." Quinn sits on the chair next to the bed, crossing her right leg over the other."How are you feeling?"
Santana takes a deep breath, looking at her lap. "I don't know, lost mostly."
Quinn slowly nods. "I promise I'm going to do what I can to help you."
Santana looks up in surprise, then narrows her eyes. She sees a hint of guilt in the doctor, and it makes her curious. "Why would you want to do that? I mean, I'm sure that's not in your job description."
Quinn shrugs. "No it's not, but it's not like I'll lose my job if I do." She takes a deep breath before continuing."We have no other way of finding out who you are, all that was found on you was cash, and a chip to a bar called, The Twist. Police are doing an investigation, and I've been calling them to keep tabs, but they don't have anything yet."
Santana nods, not feeling any better. Quinn stands up, and takes out her phone. Santana looks puzzled. "What are you doing?" She writes.
"They need a photo. Maybe someone in the area knows who you are." Santana nods in approval, and Quinn takes the picture."Perfect." She says, distracted.
Santana hopes someone in town knows who she is, if she was at bar surrounded by a lot of people, someone had to of seen her. Santana thinks. Was she there with friends? She had to of been. Who goes to the bar alone? Then she thinks about the accident, and how stupid teenagers could be.
Santana is so in her head, she doesn't even register Quinn as she continues her daily check up. Suddenly as something pops into her head, Santana starts to write something, then taps on the railing of the bed, getting Quinn's attention.
"What happened to the cab driver? Is he ok?"
Quinn sighs, and Santana takes it as a bad sign. "He's stable. The impact of the air bag, and how fast those kids were going, put him in a medical induced coma. It's just so his body can heal properly, but he'll be fine. He's a strong man."
Santana sighs with relief, then writes something else down. "Can I see him when he wakes up? I want to see for myself."
Quinn nods. "Sure." She then looks over at Santana's now cold food."I'll go get you something else to eat. I'm sure you're starving. And don't worry, it'll be better than hospital food." As Quinn leaves the room, Santana hopes for something greasy.
Authors Note
Thoughts? I know anything medical in this story is highly not true at all, so need to tell me in reviews, or a PM. It is just a story, so just go with it. Of course, since Santana was in an accident, she'll be in the hospital for awhile, but hopefully it won't get too boring for you, and you'll stick around until she gets out. Yes, I do have Dani in this story, but no, it's not a Dantana FF. I only have one story that isn't Quintana, and I'm sure it'll stay that way.