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Quinn couldn t sleep. She d been working on her laptop for the past hour, researching, trying to keep her emotions in check, trying to come up with a solution. She looked over to the woman curled next to her and couldn t help but smile despite the the pain plaguing her chest. Hermione s hair was splayed across the pillow, her arm gently curled around Quinn s waist, protectively, her leg curled around Quinn s calf.
A beep brought Quinn s attention back to her macbook. Low battery.
Quinn sighed softly, gently untangling Hermione s limbs from her own, making sure to not wake her fiance. When she reached the door, laptop tucked under her arm, she couldn t help but chuckle; Hermione had wasted no time and was already commandeering Quinn s side of the bed, sprawled out like a Starfish, her face scrunched in sleepy confusion.
After plugging her laptop top in her office to recharge, she made her way to the kitchen to pour herself a glass of wine. You really shouldn t be drinking, Fabray, she thought, pulling her phone out and looking through some photos, But I just want to sleep.
Baby, Quinn turned her head to find Hermione leaning against the doorway, sleep still in her eyes, a concerned look on her face.
I didn t mean to wake you, Mione, Quinn forced a soft smile, her eyes tired.
Hermione padded her way over, wrapping her arms around the blonde s waist and resting her head on the blonde s shoulder, pressing a gentle kiss to her neck, You know you shouldn t be drinking, she said quietly, concern and understanding lacing her voice.
I couldn t sleep, was Quinn s explanation, as she continued to flip through photos on her phone, stopping at one Shelby took last year when she and Hermione had gone to New York for a visit; it was of Quinn and Beth, both laughing as the younger blonde tried to escape Quinn s water balloon attack.
It ll be okay, Hermione said, giving the blonde a gentle squeeze.
How, Quinn s voice cracked softly, her body tensed slightly in Hermione s arm as she took a calming and controlling breath. How do you know? Puck wasn t a match...
Because, Hermione turned the blonde around, gently unwrapping Quinn s fingers from around the wine glass so she could lace her own fingers with her girlfriends. I ll be there, holding your hand no matter what.
A single tear escaped from Quinn s eye, her in controlled demeanor slowly breaking as Hermione gently placed a kiss on the lone tear.
I can t, Quinn choked, I can t lose her again, 'Mione.
Once that one statement, the fear Quinn had been trying to keep in check ever since she got that call from Shelby two nights before, came spilling out of her mouth, so came the tears.
You won t, baby, Hermione pulled Quinn closer, allowing the blonde to sob gently against her chest as she gently played with her hair. I spoke to Harry at work today. About getting permission for an international portkey Hermione bit her lip, I know you d rather take a plane, but if you want, we can be at Mount Sinai Hospital as early as tomorrow morning, okay?
Hermione felt Quinn nod her head against her chest, her breathing starting to calm, her voice cracking. Please I want to get there as soon as possible.
Okay, Hermione pressed a kiss to Quinn s temple, pulling the blonde closer. Let s get you to bed. You need to rest. For her, okay? I ll message Harry and we ll leave first thing in the morning.