Chapter 1
*Quinn's POV*
It's happening again. Every night. She wakes up screaming and crying out her name. Rachel and I haven't got a clue what to do and I'm worried out her. She's been my best friend since I started middle school and we've gone through everything together. We joined Glee Club together. She helped me when I got pregnant with Puckerman's child. But in High School we were bitches. We picked on the innocent. But she always had a favourite to pick on. Brittany. Brittany S. Pierce. She wasn't the smartest and she was a complete nerd. So she picked on her. No she didn't pick on her. She bullied her. Everyday. But she's changed now. When she moved in with Rachel and I she came out. She had changed completely. Not in looks so much, she just looked older. But her attitude towards everything and everyone was different. Her and Rachel didn't see eye to eye in High School, but now Santana treats her the way she treats me. Like family. But recently, over the last half of a year she's been waking up crying and screaming. She screams Brittany's name. She's so guilty for everything she did in Senior year and everything it made Brittany do.
"Quinn. QUINN" I hear Rachel yelling from the direction of her room. I run from the kitchen into her room. She's lying there on the ground with Rachel holding her in her arms. I drop to my knees beside her and check her pulse. Great. She fainted again.
"Santana?" I shake her body roughly. "Wake the fuck up!" I yell at her
"Quinn? I hurt her" She whispers to me and Rachel looks at me like I should have a solution or reply to what she says. But I don't.
"Yeah. You did, but Santana you can't hold onto this. I'm sure she's living a happy life and that she's dealt with what you and I both put her through. And Santana this was 3 years ago and you've changed. You're now 21 and you've got to move on from this" I tell her
"But Quinn. I hurt her so badly. I don't know what she actually did about it. She could've been self harming or suicidal because of me. And I have these awful dreams about her trying to. Trying to kill herself and then I wake up screaming. I need to know she's ok Q. I just need too" She cries silently into my arms. Rachel's gone to get water and pills for Santana.
It takes an hour but eventually she's calm enough to go back to sleep. Rach and I stay with her and we all cuddle up together in Santana's bed to make sure she knows we're still there.
The next day I woke up and looked over to Rachel who was fast asleep against Santana's back, I climbed out of Santana's grasp and kissed both girls on the forehead. I walked out and into the kitchen putting on the kettle to make us all coffee because I have a feeling we'll need it for rehearsal today. You see Santana, Rachel and I we started a band when we moved to New York. When Rach and I moved in here we found 2 guitars in a second hand shop down the road from our apartment building and we made an effort to actually learn how to play. Then Santana moved in and once her stuff was shipped here by her parents we found out that she was able to play the bass guitar and guitar. She's ridiculously talented. I know it's weird to not have a drummer, but we couldn't find one we got on well enough with to have them join the band. So, no drummer for us.
"Rachel! Santana! Get out here!" I yell through the door when the kettle finishes boiling. I pour 3 cups of coffee, one that says Santana, one that says Rachel and one that says Quinn.
"Ah the traditional coffee cups with our names on them. You know I don't even know where this tradition came from?" Santana says as she jumps onto the kitchen countertop.
"Yeah I don't know either" I say as I hand her the mug of coffee
"My grandparents. They used to um buy every member of our family a mug with their names on it when they were born. It kind of made you an official member of the family. Hence why I bought you both those mugs." Rachel says as she scratches her head
"You consider me a member of your family?" Santana whispers from her corner
"Well yeah. Of course I do San. You've done so much for me and I love you dearly" Rachel says. I think Santana was a bit shocked by that.
"Umm I-I-I need to go get ready" She says as she runs out of the room and into our music room.
*Santana's POV*
Nobody ever tells me they love me and that's because nobody loves me but when Rach said that it really got to me. I know it sound stupid but I'm really self conscious. In high school I was on the cheerleading team and every guy wanted me but I wasn't cool, I wasn't popular. Truth is. I'm a nerd. I love comic books and superheroes. I go to comic con and play minecraft. I've loved these things for so long because I grew up around boys. And as for the whole guys wanting me thing, I didn't care for them or want them back. I don't swing that way. Basically I'm a lesbian. I'm a lady-loving-lesbian. And in high school I was not proud of who I was. So I picked on, no bullied the weak, especially Brittany. God she was so beautiful. And she was bi. And she was my best friend. Then something happened and I blamed her. That's why I gave her so much crap. I hate myself for what I did to her. I wake up every night screaming because I'm terrified of what Brittany might have done to herself because of me.
We've got band practice in an hour so I should probably pack up the instruments. I grabbed my navy blue bass guitar, that's my baby, I placed it in it's case and carried it out to the door.
"Hey San. You ok?" Rachel says as I walked towards the door. I ignored her and just put my headphones in. Playing Breathe Me by Sia. That's the only song that gets me through the night terrors. I walked back and forth from room to door and once all 4 instruments were out there (my bass, Quinn's electric and acoustic guitar and Rachel's guitar) I waited for the other two to get ready.
"Guys. Come on! We gotta go. Like now!" I yelled to through the apartment
"Alright we're here!" Rachel says as she walks over to me and grabs her guitar case with Quinn quickly following behind. We walk out of the apartment and head to the studio we rehearse in.
*Rachel's POV*
"Quinn! Santana! Let's run it again!" I yell "5, 6, 7, 8" We begin to play a cover of Valerie by Amy Winehouse. This song is supposed to be sung by Santana, but she told me to do it because she couldn't get the words out. We got to the second verse when Santana started to look pale.
"Hold up. This doesn't work without drums. A drum track, yeah sure it's ok, but we need a real live drummer." Santana says
"She's right. We need to find a drummer. Soon." Quinn says to me. I look at Quinn and we stare into each others eyes. I'm not to sure why but butterflies start to flutter in my stomach. Then suddenly we hear a crash and both our heads turn to Santana's direction. She's on the floor in a heap.
"Shit. Santana!" I yell as Quinn and I run over to her.
"It's alright. I'm ok. Let's get back to rehearsals." Santana says as she tries to get up but fails miserably
"No no no. You stay there. We're gonna pack up and call a taxi cab for us to drive home. It's late anyway." Quinn says and I look at her
"Hey. Q? Is she ok?" I whisper
"I don't know Rach. I'm really unsure" she whispers back
We just sigh and pack up our instruments and climb into the cab dragging Santana with us.
We got back to the apartment and we see a girl, she's wrapped up in moth eaten blankets and a white beanie at least I think it's white. She's so pale.
"Quinn? Come here" I say and Quinn comes running over with Santana in tow
"What? What's going on?" She says and stops talking when she see's the girl outside our apartment building
"She looks so ill. Guys. It's winter. She's going to die if we leave her out here." Santana whispered as she stood infront of us closer to the girl
"You're right San. But what can we do?" I ask her
"Take her inside?" Quinn says sarcastically
"Exactly." Santana smirks as she goes over to the girl and lifts her up. The girls head settles on Santana's shoulder as we begin to walk inside with her. The girls hair moves away from her face and my eyes grow wider. I look over to Quinn and see that she has the same facial expression as I do.
*Santana's POV*
That girl outside. I felt a connection with her and I'd just seen her. She's clearly homeless and needs help. And I want to give her that help it makes no sense. As it's winter she's going to die if we let her sleep on the streets. I can't let that happen. I don't know what came over me but I lifted her up and held her in my arms allowing her head to rest on my shoulder.
Rachel, Quinn and I walked up to our apartment and Q unlocked the door. I entered the front room and placed the girl from the streets on the couch. I turned away from her to look at Quinn and Rachel. Their eyes had gone huge, like anime huge.
"What? What's wrong?" I ask
"Santana. I think that I know her. The girl." Rachel whispers, I whip my head around and begin to walk cautiously towards the couch.
"Oh my god. That's…" Quinn began
"Brittany" I cut her off as I reached the couch and the girl who I'd been thinking about for several years and wanted to know if she was ok. Apparently she wasn't. But now. She's here.