I'm Not Going To Spill My Guts To You
Dinner was, awkward, at best for the two girls. They didn't speak on the way down, Santana walking straight over to Brittany and clasping onto her pinkie before Quinn could begin to question her. This left Quinn and her boyfriend Sam sitting together whilst Santana and Brittany occupied the completely opposite end of the large table, all of the other glee clubbers scattered in between. 'I'm going to have pizza, New York pizza is the best.' Brittany beamed, 'what are you having San?'
'Oh, erm..' Santana snapped out of her daze, 'nothing B, I'm not that hungry.' She smiled at the blonde.
'San?' Brittany said, and then it hit her, eyes widening.
'I'm fine Brit, don't worry about me okay.' Santana took her hand and squeezed it.
'You sure?' The dancer asked, and upon a nod from the Latina she joined in a conversation with Tina and Mercedes who were opposite them, gabbing about their competition at the end of next week. Santana saw Quinn staring at her, but instead of Quinn looking away when Santana noticed, she stared her down. For a moment Quinn thought she saw a flicker of emotion behind the brown eyes of McKinley high's biggest bitch, but then the Latina pulled away. Her eyes darting around to anything else except Quinn's gaze. Santana was dreading the two weeks ahead, partially because of all the damn questions she was going to be asked now, but mostly because she didn't know what would happen if the nightmares started again. If she couldn't escape.
'Night guys,' Quinn said cheerfully, as Rachel and Brittany got out on the ninth floor, leaving Santana and herself alone for the first time since, well you know. 'Santana.' Quinn started, but she was cut off by the Latina.
'Not gonna happen Q.' She fixed her gaze ahead.
'What's not going to happen?' Quinn was puzzled.
'I'm not going to spill my guts to you, okay.'
'But Santana, what I saw..' She turned to the brunette, who once again cut her off.
'What you saw was old news. In the past. Which is where I want it to stay. Got it?' Quinn nodded, 'So no, I'm not going to talk about it.' Santana faced her as well now, staring into her eyes.
'Okay,' Quinn said gently, seeing that spark of pain in Santana's eyes once more. And then they both faced the front, waiting for the elevator doors to open. They were walking down the hall, their room being as far away from the elevator as possible, of course, when Quinn started again. 'But if you need to..'
'I got it Q, thanks.' Santana said without turning around, and there wasn't really enough sincerity in her voice for Quinn to believer her, but she left it again. Santana opened the door and headed straight into the bathroom. In all of the years Quinn had known the feisty Latina she had never seen her act like this, and she was worried. She decided that her bathroom visit could wait until morning, so she slipped on her pyjamas and crawled into her bed, waiting for Santana to emerge.
'Shit, shit, shit!' Santana whispered, restraining herself from actually hitting the sink by swiftly sitting down on the toilet seat. Quinn's not going to stop now, she thought, as the hot tears started to burn from her eyes, dripping onto the bathroom floor. She took in a deep breath and ran her fingers through her curly hair, that was the way it dried when she didn't straighten it, and then placed them back on her lap. Each breath she took was like a dagger, piercing her being as panic flooded over her. She could tell Quinn, couldn't she? Brit knows so maybe one more person knowing wouldn't hurt? And she would know not to tell anyone, right? Her thought's were playing tricks on her as she started to change into her own pyjamas, and she reluctantly snapped open the door heading out into the main room. 'Night Q.' She said gently, as she climbed under the covers facing away from the blonde.
'Night S.' She replied, almost sad, that Santana didn't want to talk to her. They were friends, on some level at least, so why couldn't Santana open up to her? She drifted off to the sound of her own worried thoughts hoping that the situation might be different in the morning.
A blood curdling scream woke her up, almost causing her to fall completely out of the bed. 'What the fu..' She began, but then she realised where the noise was coming from. 'Santana?' Quinn panicked, and ran over to the Latina's side. She was sweating and shaking, her hands turning white as she desperately clutched onto the sheets around her. 'Santana!' Quinn went to touch her, but this only seemed to cause her more distress.
'No, no, no, no…' She rolled over and over, eventually throwing all of the covers onto the floor.
'Santana, please wake up!' Quinn spoke again, this time softer, as she saw tears falling down the brunettes face. She had never seen anyone cry whilst they were asleep before. 'San?' She saw that after a few minutes the smaller girl was calming down. 'Santana?' She said one last time, before the Latina shot upwards still shaking and frantically looked around the room.
'Q?' She whispered, her mouth dry and her voice sounding harsh in the quiet of the night.
'Yeah, it's okay.' Quinn smiled, moving on to the bed. Santana flinched away, causing a hurt look to appear on her friends face
'Just, give me a minute okay.' Santana pleaded, wiping the tears from her cheeks.
'Do you want to talk about it?' Quinn asked a few minutes later.
'No, I don't.' Santana stated, climbing out of the bed and moving towards the balcony doors. 'Sorry I woke you,' she smiled turning back to face the bewildered blonde. 'Go back to sleep Q.' And she pushed the sliding door over stepping out into the could night air.
