Chapter 1

Bulletproof, nothin' to lose, fire away, fire away…

Shoot me down, but I won't fall, I am titanium… -David Guetta and Sia, "Titanium"

The room was hazy. Her head was hazy. No, she did not do any drugs. She just had one drink too many. It was a few hours after Finn's funeral and they were in her room in her mother's house. The house she grew up in.

The swell of Santana's breasts greeted her as she kissed her from the neck down. She did not want to think about anyone or anything else.

"Quinn," Santana said, "Quinn, stop." She said as she tried to get up and cover herself with the sheets. "Stop, stop."

Quinn sighed, sat down and hugged a pillow to cover her naked body. "Didn't you like it?" She asked.

"You're drunk,"

Quinn sighed. "Sorry" she said. After Will and Emma's wedding, it was the first time they saw each other again. She still could not believe that Finn is gone. He was too young. There was so much in store for him.

Finn died because of an overdose of sleeping pills. Apparently, he was having some problems recently and had a hard time sleeping. Thus, the pills. It's surreal. It was like, just like that, he's gone. It doesn't make sense.

Quinn stood to fix herself up. She hasn't been sleeping much for days. She couldn't. How could she when one of her best friends was gone? She opened her closet where she left some of her old dresses. She chose a simple black cap-sleeved dress and put it on. She sat down and faced the mirror where Santana was visibly sitting down on bed, covered in sheets.

Quinn took a deep breath, "It doesn't make sense, does it?"

"No," Santana replied.

"I just don't understand…" Quinn said, "I mean…he's Finn. What went wrong? It's just so unfair."

"I know," Santana said, "I mean, he did mean something to me. He was something."

Quinn caught Santana's eye and smiled lightly, "You were his first," Quinn said, "Ohmygod, I remembered how Rachel was so mad!"

Santana snickered, "Ah, those were the days."

Quinn smiled lightly, "How are you and what's her name…Dani?"

"Ah, we broke up," Santana said, "No bad blood, though. She just had to leave New York, that's all. It's all good."

"Oh."

"What about you, Q?" Santana asked, "Anyone new?"

"Nothing to talk about,"

"Really…" Santana raised an eyebrow.

Quinn sighed, "Just…" she said and went to sit down next to Santana. She bit her lip and, "Listen," she said, putting a finger on Santana's lips. "You wanna maybe forget about everything first and you know…"

"Quinn, you're drunk,"

"You are, too."

"Not as drunk as you." Santana said, "And—"

"Ssh—" Quinn said, kissing Santana softly on the lips, "no talking…just…" and then she started kissing her on the neck. Santana then went to remove Quinn's dress. It was going to be a long night.

Xxx

a/n: Hi guys! So, I'm kinda back. Kinda coz you know, there's just so much to do but I missed writing fanfics. Like, too much, that I had to do this. Plus, I've wanted to write another Quinntana fic and this is it. As for Finn's death, I debated with myself as to put in drugs/pills as the cause of death but I realized that it's the only way there is. It's the only way to show why they're so affected and all. I hope you like this. Leave reviews, comments, whatevers and tell me what you think. -Cass