Okay, so I lost the internet for a while there so sorry I haven't updated in a while. I'm gonna try to update the rest of my stories today, or later this week or something. Anyway, I got this new idea and it wouldn't leave me alone so I had to type it up and see what you all thought so, please, let me know if it's worth writing!
Thanks!
"So, tonight?" Santana asked as she watched her friend close her locker door.
"What's going on tonight?" Quinn asked.
"Britt wants to catch a movie, you're coming too, right?" The Latina replied.
Quinn shrugged, "I don't know." She started, "hanging with the two of you is kind of different now. All I ever feel like is a third wheel."
Santana draped her arm over the blonde's shoulder as they made their way toward the door, "come on Q, it'll be fun, I promise." She said, "you won't feel like a third wheel at all."
"How do you know?" Quinn asked.
"Simple. Britt's taking her own car and I'm riding with you."
Quinn stopped in front of her vehicle and sighed, "oh, are you now?"
"Yeah," Santana walked over to the passenger side and waited for the other girl to unlock the thing, "cause my car's in the shop and all."
The blonde shook her head amusedly as she unlocked her vehicle and the two of them climbed inside. "Okay, so tonight." she said, sticking the key into the ignition and bringing her car to life.
It was three hours after school when Santana and Quinn met Brittany for the movie. And the movie ended around nine-thirty.
"Wanna get coffee?" Brittany asked as she fished through her purse keeping close behind other two, walking down the parking lot.
"No, I've got homework." Quinn said.
Santana nodded, "yeah. Me too, but rain check?"
Brittany looked at her a moment, "No, San, it's not raining."
Quinn chuckled shooting Santana a glance.
The Latina shook her head, "no, Britt that's not what I mea-"
"And I think it's supposed to be sunny all day tomorrow." The taller blonde added.
Santana nodded, "okay, yeah then we'll do coffee tomorrow."
"Sounds great." Brittany grinned, satisfied as she pulled her keys from inside her purse.
Brittany and Santana shared a quick kiss before the Latina climbed inside Quinn's car. "See you tomorrow, Brittany!" Quinn hollered through the window as she drove past Brittany's car.
Brittany's muffled "bye!" could barely be heard as the girls made their way toward the highway exit.
"I'm just staying with you." Santana said.
"Oh, okay." Quinn turned at the stoplight and headed down the highway back toward her side of town, "too scared to go home?" She mused.
Santana scoffed, "bitch please!" She shook her head, "no, just nothing to do."
Quinn rolled her eyes, "yes, because my house has plenty of things you can do."
They were halfway there when they heard a horn blow, then some skidding against the road. Another horn.
"The hell?" Santana wondered as she looked through the back window.
Quinn rolled her car to a stop as the light turned red, she then proceeded to look through the rearview mirror. She saw nothing. "What was that?" Quinn asked.
Santana sighed as she turned back around, "somebody must've went the wrong way." She fixed her seatbelt and watched the light waiting for the color to change. "Lot a traffic." She muttered. Normally Lima wasn't this busy after nine.
"Ye-" Quinn was cut off as the car jerked forward a crashing in the back.
Before she could put the car back in drive they were being hit on both sides, they heard the crash; they heard the screeching of the tires. They heard horns honking. They heard each other scream.
"Quinn?" Santana asked after a moment, it seemed like everything had stopped. It seemed as though the traffic had died down, like it had all just froze. "Q?" She whispered craning her neck in the other direction. She cringed in pain before seeing that Quinn wasn't conscious. "Quinn," she stretched her arm out to tap her friend but another set of screeching tires caused her to look through the window again.
A semi-truck rammed her side of the car.
Quinn awoke with a pounding headache; on instinct she reached up and rubbed her head. "What the-" She stopped as she looked around.
This wasn't her room.
And there was beeping.
A heartbeat monitor.
She was in a hospital.
She sat up in her bed and noticed her mom sleeping in the chair beside her. "Mom?" She whispered. Judy didn't answer. Not even a slight movement to acknowledge that she heard her. "Mom." Quinn said louder this time.
Still nothing.
So, she tried a different approach, she reached to the table beside her with a twinge of pain shooting through her shoulder, she gritted through it and grabbed the cup from the table, shooting it across the room to her mother.
It went right through her.
Quinn's eyes widened.
Before she blinked.
She then looked back to the table to find something else, but the cup was sitting there again. Same exact position she had retrieved it from in the first place.
The blonde stared at it a minute before grabbing it and chucking it across the room again.
It phased through her mother once more.
And when Quinn looked back to the wooden table, the cup rested there as if it hadn't been disturbed at all.
"Mom?" Quinn asked, this time her voice hinting at a bit of panic.
Judy Fabray didn't answer.
Her mother had laid there asleep for another thirty-minutes before the sound of the door to her room opening woke her up, "Ms. Fabray?" Finn wondered as he pushed his way inside.
"Finn?" Quinn whispered, unsure why he'd be here. He was dating Rachel at the time.
"Finn, hi," Judy said trying her best to smile as she sat up. "What are you doing here?"
Finn looked at Quinn a moment before looking back to her mother, "she still hasn't woke up?"
Quinn furrowed her eyebrows, "what?" She asked, "who hasn't woke up?"
Judy then glanced at her daughter, shaking her head, "it's been three days. She should've woken up already."
Finn gave her a light smile, "yeah, but she will you know...She'll wake up. She's Quinn; she always does things her own way. She's just gonna wake up when she wants to is all."
The older Fabray woman nodded, "yeah, you're right." She pressed her hands against the arms of her chair and began to stand up.
Quinn watched the tall boy grab one of her mother's arms and help her to her feet. "Thanks." Judy smiled.
"Of course."
"I'm gonna get some breakfast, would you like any?"
Finn shook his head sitting himself down in the chair, "no, thanks."
Quinn watched her mother walk away before she looked toward her ex, "what is going on?" She asked.
Finn just stared at her.
He looked a little heartbroken.
"Finn, I'm awake." Quinn told him, "I don't know what you guys are going on about, but it isn't funny. I'm here."
Finn sighed, "Quinn, you need to hang in there." He whispered.
"What?"
"I know it's hard to push through and wake up, but you need to fight whatever thing it is going on inside. You cannot give up, because we need you here." He smiled, "Santana woke up yesterday. She's been asking about you." He shrugged, "I don't really have the heart to tell her you're still asleep."
Quinn looked toward the door, "Santana?" She asked, "but, wait Finn-" She shook her head.
"Asleep." He scoffed, "it's like you just went to bed for a regular nights sleep. Only you've been at it for days. Three days in fact."
"You can't see me." Quinn said finally getting it.
"A coma." Finn whispered.
"You can't even hear me."
"A coma is what the doctors say." He shook his head, "Rachel thinks you'll pull through as much as I do." He smiled, "we're all waiting for you."
"Finn!" A voice said from the door.
Finn and Quinn both snapped their heads toward the door and watched as Rachel showed her lovely smile, "time for school." She said, "we're gonna be late."
Finn nodded, "yeah, I bet that's why you won't wake up," he whispered to Quinn, "you hate school that much."
Quinn couldn't help the chuckle that escaped her lips as she watched Finn stand up and walk toward the door.
"How's she doing?" Rachel's concerned voice asked as the two of them mad there way from the door hand in hand.
Quinn shook her head, "unbelievable." She whispered, "I'm in a freaking coma."
It took her an hour to realize that even though she herself was technically in a coma that didn't mean her ghost self or whatever it was that she is had to be confined to the hospital bed. So now she was wondering the hospital corridors. Looking for something to do.
But really what entertained a ghost?
"Dr. Lopez?" She watched a nurse walk up to Santana's father.
"Yes?" The man wondered.
"Your daughter has been asking for you. She said something about an update on the girl a few doors down from her."
"Quinn Fabray?" Mr. Lopez wondered.
"Yes, sir. If she's the one who was in the car with her."
"Alright. I'll make my way there as soon as I can."
Quinn furrowed her eyebrows a moment before she turned back toward her own room. The nurse had said that Santana was a few doors down from her room that meant they were on the same floor. Quinn could check on Santana herself and see how she was.
As it turned out Santana was three doors away from Quinn. She pressed the door open and stepped inside. The Latina was sitting up in her bed with her food tray in front of her stirring her spoon in her lime Jell-O as she watched Desperate Housewives on the television.
"I can't believe you watch that show." Quinn whispered.
Santana's eyes drifted away from the TV for a second before her focus landed back on the screen.
"Does anything ever change on it anyway, like do they ever have anything interesting going on?" Quinn asked stepping further into the room. Even if she couldn't be heard, that didn't mean she couldn't speak.
This time Santana's full attention was torn from the TV as she looked toward the blonde, "Quinn?" She asked.
The blonde's eyes widened a moment before she nodded, "you can see me?"
Santana nodded, "of course I can see you Quinn, I'm not blind." She dropped her spoon in her Jell-O before sighing, "what are you doing out of bed anyway? Nurse said I'm not allowed to get out at least for two more days."
Quinn shook her head, "Santana, I'm no-"
"You look better. "The Latina mentioned, "you know when the crash happened, when I looked at you-blood and everything-it wasn't pretty."
"But, San," Quinn tried again, "I'm no-"
"Santana." Mr. Lopez's voice pierced through the room.
"Hey, dad." Santana smiled looking at her father.
"How are you feeling?" The doctor wondered.
"Good." Santana said, "love the Jell-O." She shook the tiny bowl.
Mr. Lopez laughed as Quinn took a step to the side, "so I heard you wanted an update on Quinn."
Santana shrugged, "yeah, but I guess I don't need one now."
"Sweetie, Quinn's not doing good." Her father told her.
Santana smiled, "what are you talking about?" She looked at the blonde incredulously.
Quinn shrugged, "I'm not awake."
Santana furrowed her eyebrows a minute, "not awake?" She asked.
Quinn nodded, "I'm like a ghost."
"A ghost?"
"Santana?" Her father questioned waving his hand in front of his daughters face, "honey, are you sure you're feeling alright?"
Santana nodded, "yeah, I'm good." She smiled, "about Quinn?"
Mr. Lopez shrugged, "we're keeping a close watch on her, but for now that's all I can really say." He smiled, "we'll just hope for the best. Hope she wakes up."
Santana nodded, "yeah, she will." She told him.
"I just thought I'd stop by since I knew you wanted an update and all. I got rounds though, so I'll stop by later and check on you." He smiled, "get some rest."
"Okay." As the door closed Santana looked at Quinn, "are you dead?" She asked.
Quinn shrugged, "your guess is as good as mine."
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