**I got the idea from Fufuluff's The Storybook Adventure. Go read it! Also, I guess from just reading other people's stories, kinda. Ohh, and I stole the name Brinn from one of the stories, too, but I can't remember which one.
Quinn Fabray walked up to the receptionist. She smiled; she was excited. The receptionist was a plump lady in her mid-fifties, with wrinkles around her eyes and mouth. Her name tag read "Betty". She smiled back at the petite blonde teenager.
"May I help you?"
"Hi, yeah, I'm here to see Santana Lopez." Quinn said in her tinny voice, bouncing on the balls of her feet.
"Hold on a sec." Betty typed what seemed to be Santana's name on her keyboard before her smile faltered. Quinn, caught up in her own giddiness, failed to notice. "I'm sorry, sweetie, only family members are permitted to see Ms. Lopez at the moment."
Quinn frowned. She felt a tug of annoyance in her chest. She was used to getting what she wanted. Putting on her best I'm-so-trustworthy-and-honest-you-should-believe-me smile, Quinn told Betty, "I'm her half sister." When Betty gave her a skeptical look, Quinn sighed. She would have to make this lady feel bad. "Just because San looks more Latina than white and I am so obviously white, no one ever assumes we're sisters." Quinn swapped the annoyed frown for a hurt doe-eyed look. "Our dad is full white, you know, as is my mom, but San's mom was half Latina, half African American. People shouldn't just assume things because of our skin color." She seriously hoped Betty wouldn't check Santana's records or whatever.
"One minute." Betty still didn't look convinced, but before Quinn could say another word in her defense, Betty, who had been looking around, said, "Ah, Doctor Henriksen." She rushed over to the good looking middle-aged man. Quinn bit her lip nervously, watching them closely. She didn't blink once.
'Oh, no,' Quinn thought, 'She didn't believe me and now I'm about to be thrown out by this totally gorgeous doctor.' As she continued to stare them down, she noticed something. The two doctors were standing close together, talking in hushed tones. Both of their faces were serious and concerned-looking. Quinn began to make up different scenarios in her head about what they might be discussing. None of them were good.
Finally, Betty and Doctor Henriksen walked over to Quinn. Betty gave Quinn a sad look. Doctor Henriksen said, "Hi, I'm Doctor Henriksen. Betty says you're Ms. Lopez's sister?" Quinn nodded. "Follow me."
A bit hopeful, Quinn followed him to a small room. She frowned, once again, when Santana was not in the aforementioned room. Doctor Henriksen closed the door behind Quinn and turned to face her with a strange look on his face. Quinn was confused and disappointed. He hadn't taken her to Santana.
"I'm sorry, but your sister passed away about fifteen minutes ago ..." He continued to talk, but Quinn's ears felt blocked and his voice was just background music to the pounding she heard in her head. She reached out her hand to steady herself, but grasped at nothing and stumbled forward. Doctor Henriksen steadied her by her shoulders. Her ears started working again in time to hear his last question, "Would you like to contact your parents to tell them?"
Quinn gasped. She finally distinguished the strange look on Doctor Henriksen's face. It was one of pity. She should have recognized it earlier; she had gotten that look many times from her fellow glee club members over the course of her nine month pregnancy.
She shook her head, "N-n-no, no. Not Santana. I-I need … I need … I need to talk t-to ..." She tried to finish her sentence, but it seemed like her brain was having trouble trying to process what she wanted to say, so she shook her head once again. "Finn! I need to talk to him. He was with her, right?"