Quinn rubs her temples with both of her hands as the knocking on her door continues. She's been staring at her computer for an hour ever since she got up and hasn't written the next paragraph yet.
The knocking continues and Quinn couldn't help but complain since it's been going on for three minutes now and she hasn't even drank any coffee because her roommate hid the coffee beans from her.
"Open the fucking door, Fabray!" She hears Santana's voice at the other side. She sighs and looks at her digital clock which says it's 3 in the morning. The blonde groans and walks towards the door. She cautiously opens it to see a very annoyed Latina glaring at her with her hands on her hips.
The two friends start a staring contest until Quinn takes a few steps forward to close her door, not wanting Santana to see that she's been working again.
She takes her glasses off and rubs her eyes with the back of her hand, "What?"
Santana stares at her incredulously with her mouth slightly open which amuses Quinn and if she weren't so angry because she was disturbed, she would've laugh. Santana rolls her eyes and scoffs at the blonde's forgetfulness, "You're sister is visiting tomorrow. At least try to be presentable in the morning."
"I am presentable in the morning," she argues back.
Santana crosses her arms, "So you mean to tell me that you looking like you want to audition as a zombie for The Walking Dead is presentable enough for you?"
Quinn was about to open her mouth to disagree Santana's earlier comment when she was pushed by her best friend back towards her room.
"You have to stop writing at a freaking time like this. It's not good for you and you know how everyone is worried about you ever since you started to shut yourself from them again."
Quinn knows who her friend has been talking about. Puck, Mercedes, Tina and even Mike were a little worried for her when they visited the other weekend. She let's Santana inside her room, knowing that the Latina will just fight back if she'll resist.
Santana walks over to Quinn's laptop, closes the lid and puts it under her left arm and points a finger at the blonde who watch on in horror as Santana almost drops it.
"You are going to sleep right now. Drink a sleeping pill, do some of those meditation shit, I don't care as long as you'll be able to wake up not later than 10 and greet your sister once she's here. She's been worried about you ever since and I don't think it's fair if you'll wake up in the afternoon again with her not being able to see the city."
Quinn glares at Santana whom the other stares right back at her, challenging her in a way which made the blonde annoyed with her.
After a moment, Santana just sighs and gestures at the laptop, "Look… just go to sleep and I promise I'll give this back once you wake up in the morning okay?"
The blonde just nods defeatedly because Santana is right, this really isn't healthy for her. So she gestures for her friend to go outside and starts to get into her pajamas when she hears the door shut.
She doesn't know why she still feels like she's empty, why she doesn't even know how her life came to this.
As she lays down under the covers, she stares at the ceiling and remembering those blue eyes that hunted her all these years. She knows it wasn't her fault but the other side of her thinks that she was at fault for her mother's death.
She tries to close her eyes, taking her friend's advice and began counting. Even though she already knows that it's not going to work, she's been trying twice since 10PM and gave up at 1AM.
Santana puts Quinn's laptop on top of the desk in her bedroom. They've been sharing the same apartment for almost two years already because of their friend's insistence just so she can keep an eye on her best friend. Ever since Quinn's mother died, it's like she wasn't herself then.
"A freakin' zombie, that's what she is." Santana murmurs to herself as she fishes out her phone and begins to dial the number of the woman who's the only one who can put a smile on Quinn's face.
She rubs her neck tiredly and was glad that she didn't get drunk at the party.
Her cellphone rings on the bedside table and clumsily reaches for it. She picks up her head from the comfy pillows and blinks rapidly as she tries to adjust at the blaring light.
She reads the name displayed on the phone knowing full well that it'll just keep ringing until she answers.
She swipes her phone and grumbles, "This better be good seeing as you're calling me at 1 in the morning."
"Not my freaking fault. I got home from my friend's apartment at 3 and your sister was still up,"
The woman's body went rigid and shuffles her feet trying to find her slippers before getting up from the bed to put on her robe.
Now that Santana has mentioned what her sister has been doing, it became apparent that sleep would have to wait for now, "What was she doing that early?"
Rustling can be heard on the other end as Santana scoffs, "What do you think? She's been writing that goddamned book again. I even doubt if she's eaten any dinner when I went out."
Santana hears something pouring and guesses that she might be making some tea and pats her back for guessing correctly as she hears someone sipping on the other line.
"What time does your plane leave?"
The woman bites her lip, trying to remember the schedule on her ticket, "The plane leaves at six fifty-five in the morning so I might be there at ten, why?"
Santana's head snaps to Quinn's bedroom as she hears some light scuffling.
"Quinn," she calls out and when there was no answer coming from the blonde she walks closer to the door and hears a scratching of pencil, "You better not be writing on your notepad."
She smirks as she hears Quinn curse at her before hearing the bed creaking again and a loud thump. She nods her head taking the sound as an indication that the blonde went back.
The woman on the other line chuckles "Was Quinn trying to get up again?"
"Yeah," was the quick reply Santana gave.
"She's as stubborn as anyone else on this planet."
"Hopefully you'll be the one who gets to talk to that woman and be able to knock some sense out of her. I know you told me to live here with her but… Brittany and me-"
"Brittany and I," She was corrected by the other woman but continues as if nothing happens but this time, her tone got a little bit softer as she remembers the blonde who captured her heart for years now, "it's just hard in trying to be with her if I'm still babysitting Quinn."
The other woman on the line sighs, "I hope so too, Santana."
Quinn opens her eyes as the morning sunlight hits her, creating a glare. She rubs her eyes and groans before getting up to look at her clock that says it's 8:45 in the morning and smirks when she realizes she woke up earlier than usual.
Ha! Take that Santana! She gets up from the bed and starts to get ready for the day.
Once she finishes doing her routine, she puts on a long-sleeved shirt, jeans and some boots since she read from the newspaper yesterday that it'll be cold by noon.
Santana was already at the kitchen making breakfast when she steps in, "Good morning."
The Latina looks behind her from the frying pan and gives her a small smile, "Good morning." Quinn shuffles towards the cabinets to get her mug. She pours herself some brewed coffee before sitting down on the island.
"How was sleep?"
Quinn shrugs as she takes a sip of the liquid down her throat and feeling it warm her throat down towards her belly and exhales slowly at the comfort it gave.
Santana places a plate in front of the blonde who nods in gratitude, "So are you coming with me to the airport later?"
"I don't know," Santana shrugs before putting her coffee down on the table, "Brittany wants me to help her with this new choreography she's doing with the kids at the studio."
Quinn nods, in fact, she's glad that Santana won't be coming with her. She misses her sister terribly because it's already been six months the last time she saw her and that she knows her friend wants to spend more time with the dancer.
She sits up straighter in her chair as she contemplates on how to talk to her friend about what she's been thinking about for the last couple of days. "S, can I ask you something?"
The other woman waves her hand, letting her continue whatever it is she wants to ask, "When are you gonna move in with B?"
Santana stops sipping her coffee and looks at Quinn quizzically. This is the first time the blonde has talked to her about her relationship with Brittany and it has been one of the couple's plans but circumstances made them realize that Quinn needs them more than them wanting to share an apartment together.
"I mean," Quinn continues as she puts her fork down, "you guys have been together since highschool. Sure, there was a time Dani came into your life and she was with Sam but-"
She stops when Santana signals for her to, "It actually doesn't matter whether B and I are gonna live together, Quinn."
Quinn arches her brow at what her friend said, "Why?"
Santana rolls her eyes at her friend's insistence in continuing the subject, "Duh! Because I know Brittany and I are endgame. No matter what, she's in my future and I know we'll be together but for now, you need me more so…"
The blonde looks down on the floor and tries to swallow the lump in her throat, "Is that why you're so anal in taking care of me these couple of months already?"
Santana shakes her head as she hears the whisper from her friend, "Quinn I'm taking care of you because I care about you. I'm not being forced to come here by our friends. I'm just here for you," she emphasizes the last part just so the former HBIC would get it into her thick skull.
"And if I were you, I should get ready because it's almost 9:30 and a certain someone would be biting our heads off if no one's going to pick her up."
Quinn rolls her eyes and smirks at her friend as she puts her plate on the sink, "She's not a cannibal Santana."
"Yeah but her voice kinda makes me feel like my bones were being eaten." Quinn just shakes her head at the absurdity of her friend's mind.
Rachel Berry gracefully steps down from the plane. Even though she didn't get to sleep well last night at least she got a few winks in the airplane.
Once she got her bags from the baggage carousel, she makes her way towards the exits. The tricky part though is if someone notices her although she highly doubts it since there's not a lot of people who would notice a Broadway star walking in LAX with her stature.
Once she passes the exit doors, she looks around and sighs once she notices the person she's been waiting for to pick her up isn't there yet.
She passes the time by sitting down on a bench and listens to her iPhone. She feels a tap on her shoulder after a few minutes of listening and turns around to see Quinn smiling at her. Rachel squeals and hurries towards the blonde to give her a big hug.
"I miss you so much," she whispers, smelling Quinn's scent of lavender from her shampoo. The blonde just holds her tightly and lets go of Rachel before she might crush her.
She tucks a stray hair behind the blonde's right ear. She sees a hint of a smile ghosting in Quinn's feature, "How are you feeling?"
Quinn slowly quirks her lips into a smile, "Before I only felt a feeling of suadade, now I just feel wonderful" she whispers where the brunette almost couldn't hear her.
The brunette's brow creases, trying to understand the blonde's word. She tries to remember if she even hears that word but her mind draws a blank, "What do you mean by suadade?"
"You know… when I had to come back home from New York I missed you so much. Suadade means that nostalgic feeling of missing someone," Rachel's look softens as she looks at Quinn who's rubbing her neck, clearly embarrassed, "and because of the distance, I only have fond memories to remember."
Rachel smiles at her step-sister's rambling and begins to rub the other girls arm, "You could've just called me."
Quinn shakes her head and pouts, "Yeah but it wouldn't be the same. You also know how I tend to be a jerk when it comes to phones. I say things I shouldn't say or that others usually misinterpreted my words."
The brunette laughs at Quinn's words because it was all true. Others would usually get angry with Quinn because she says things that were supposed to be a compliment but ended up with words that are… less friendly.
"But they're not someone whom you've known since childhood and they're certainly not someone who's your stepsister," Rachel looks at Quinn with a challenging look which the blonde only laughs, "You mean to say former stepsister. I don't think we're still sisters ever since… she died."
Rachel's smile drops instantly at the heartbroken tone and instantly wraps Quinn in another hug, "We're still sisters. I'll still be your sister no matter what and will only stop being a sister if you don't want me to be one anymore," she cups Quinn's cheeks and looks at her straight in the eye, "so I hate to say this buster but you're stuck with me for awhile."
"You make it sound like a death sentence."
Rachel smirks when she can feel her sister smile on her shoulder, "Does it even sound like a death sentence?"
The blonde shakes her head while trying not to bang her head against her sister's, "More like a blessing in disguise if you ask me. How long are you planning to stay, anyway?"
Rachel sighs and closes her eyes, trying to make up for the lost time with Quinn, "As long as you need me, sweetie."