AUTHORS NOTE: :D so I won't be updating from my iPhone anymore since I have a laptop to use now so expect better chapters hopefully!. I won't update anything after this chapter unless I get more reviews and follows. So please feel free to word your opinions so I know I'm not alone here. Also expect some Quinn and Rachel in this chapter! Please excuse me if you notice anything spelled incorrectly. I have a bad habit of forgetting to correct my mistakes. ALSO this is a continuation explaining what happened the night from the last chapter. Please ENJOY!


Lullabies. Chapter 2: I've told you now.

Santana had been waiting outside in the parking lot waiting to be picked up and taken home

By a close friend.

She was thinking about how she lashed out on Brittany the way she did today.

This wasn't the first time she'd taken her mood swings out on her best friend.
She knew she owed the beautiful blonde an apology.
She just couldn't do it now. She was tired, strangely weak, and she had a terrible headache. She pulled her phone out

Of her back pocket and scrolled through her old messages.

"Hitching a ride with q. Drive safe B.
See you tomorrow. -San
."

Brittany read over the text the brunette had sent to her over an hour ago.
And she groaned at the words. She hated when they were like this.

She often wondered what was bothering Santana.
She never understood why Santana had been so troubled lately. Was it because Brittany was leaving soon? or simply because she was just 'Santana Lopez'.
The Santana she knew often bottled everything up inside. Brittany sometimes knew how to shake things out of her but these past few weeks have been tough for the brunette and she had been more guarded than ever. Brittany didn't bother replying to the text.
What was she going to say?
Things were awkward enough for them at the moment so she figured just to leave it as is until tomorrow.

The brunette slowly paced around the dark empty parking lot
Alone and waiting for a friend to meet her there.
it wasn't long after until she heard the sound of a very familiar car pull into the lot and stop near her.

"Get in Satan I don't have all night!" The young woman in the car shouted out

To the Latina who was standing there shivering.

Santana didn't hesitate before running to the car, not bothering to dodge the hard rain

That has just started pouring the second her friend had arrived.

"Jesus ever heard of an umbrella S?" she told the brunette who got into the car dripping water all over her friends seats.

"Shut it fabray I don't have time for a lecture. Just take me home.

My head feels like f*cking anchor." Santana cursed before buckling up.

"You know you should get that checked out Santana. You complain about them every time I see you. Legit." Quinn noted while pulling out of the lot.

The brunette shrugged and held her head in her hands.

"What good is it? Their just headaches. Besides, what are the doctors gonna do? Aspirin won't even help anymore." Santana complained and leaned to her side resting her head on the glass window besides her. Quinn raised an eyebrow at the stubborn Latina In her passenger seat.

"Well that's a sign right there! If medication isn't helping then you should get a professional's opinion. Duh!" the blonde explained. Now driving onto the freeway.

She wasn't at all surprised by her friend's behavior. Just like Brittany knew Santana, so did Quinn. She was expecting the Latina to be stubborn about this situation.

And Santana HATED going to the doctors and being surrounded by sick people.

But Quinn couldn't help but worry.

They both sat quiet for a few minutes until the blonde broke the awkward silence between them.

"Look S… I don't mean to be controlling but I'm just worried about you. If these headaches get any worse you need to go see a doctor before something bad happens. I'm telling you now

I have a bad feeling about this." Quinn warned the Latina before glancing at her.
She reached her hand out onto Santana's knee and cupped it in an attempt of comfort.

After she gained No response from the brunette

she glanced at her once more only to find out her stubborn friend had already drifted to sleep.

Quinn sighed and quickly brought her attention back to the road.


It was a little over 6 in the evening and Brittany had just gotten home. She was still sad about the fact that her best friend had left her hanging.

After a nice hot bath and a snack Brittany had already checked in for bed. She plopped herself onto her queen-size bed and hid under her covers.

What was she so stressed about?

Did I say something that hurt her feelings?

Was it because of me?

Does she know something I don't?

And what could that nightmare had meant..?

Brittany's thoughts wandered all around. She laid there confused and hurt. But she couldn't help but be concerned for her best friend.

She didn't understand why the brunette had been so sensitive lately.

She wished the Latina would tell her.

'Zzz! Zzz!' The blonde's phone went off and Brittany quickly got out of bed to find her cell

And to check what the ruckus was.

Please, please be you san.

The blonde answered the incoming call.

Only to find out that it wasn't the Latina she missed.

"Hey rachy." Brittany sighed into the phone and plopped down onto her bed for the second time.

"Hey Brittany! How are you?" The blondes close friend asked on the other line.

"tireeeed." Brittany emphasized before letting out a groan.

Rachel laughed on the other end and shook her head.

"Guess I called at a good time then huh!" She teased and the blonde rolled her eyes.

"Rach what do you want now?" Brittany mumbled and closed her eyes.

Rachel hissed playfully before asking;

"How'd the lunch with your sweet-lady lover go?"

She teased. Brittany instantly shot up at the brunettes words.

"My WHAT?" She demanded confusingly As Rachel laughed slightly.

"Oh please Brittany I know what's going on. I see the way you look at her, and I see the way you follow her around. TOTAL lovesick puppy!

Its more than obvious!"

She accused the blond who was baffled by Rachel's new found Assumptions.

How long has she been thinking this way?

Is this what the queasy butterfly feeling I've been getting around my best friend meant?

Brittany thought while picking nervously at the skin on her thumbs before she finally shot back.

"You don't know anything!" Brittany shouted shyly and hid under her comforter's.

Rachel shook her head and chuckled.

"Aside from san I'm your best friend Brittany. I know you and I KNOW what I'm saying."

Rachel explained as Brittany embarrassedly sighed on the other end.

"Does it really look that way rach?..." Brittany asked finishing with a tired almost silent yawn.

The brunette nodded before answering

"She likes you too Britt... I see her do the same thing to you all the time. I see the way she looks at you when you're not paying attention. She likes you way more than you know."

Was she right? Was there more to the Latinas feelings towards the blonde than meets the eye?.

The brunette giggled slightly and waited for a reply but nothing but a quiet snore

Left the blonde's mouth. The daphy teenager had drifted so sleep.

Rachel smiled warmly.

"Goodnight babe. Sleep well." She said before hanging up on Brittany's ear.


Quinn had already dropped Santana off at her place and told the sleeping Latina goodbye.

She was now in her living room lounging on her warm couch and sipping on some warm tea while researching on some things she was curious about on the net.

She leaned in for another sip of her hot tea. It was her favorite kind.

Caramel black. Always hi caf.

She smiled at the taste and sighed calmly at the way the soothing steam crawled down her throat

And relaxed her whole body with warm vibrations.

It wasn't until a moment later that her laptop began ringing notifying the relaxed blonde that she had an incoming call from Skype.

Before the chat could identify who was calling her

She automatically accepted the call and answered.

"Well, well, well who could be calling me at this time of night hm?"

The blonde said grinning into the camera.

"Only your favorite girl in all of Ohio." Rachel said before turning her laptop camera on.

Quinn giggled witch made Rachel do the same.

"and don't be such a grandma its only ten past eight!" Rachel joked.

"nice to see you too, beautiful." Quinn said after taking another sip of her hot tea.

Rachel blushed and smiled at the blonde confidently.

"What's happening?." The brunette asked. She couldn't wipe the smile off of her face.

"Same olds. Researching on something for Santana."

Quinn's expression went from relaxed to worried in an instant.

Rachel looked at her confused.

"Is she alright?" She asked concernedly. The blonde shrugged and sat her tea down besides her leg carefully.

"She says she is but I don't believe her for a second. She's been having these consistent headaches.

Sounds more like she's an aneurysm with the way she complains."

She joked.

"She won't tell me anything else. I'd ask Brittany but.." the blonde trailed off.

"Does Brittany know what's wrong?."

Rachel asked biting her lip in curiosity.

"Maybe. But knowing how Santana is I highly, highly doubt it."

Quinn said before rolling her eyes and

The brunette raised an eyebrow warningly.

"Quinn Brittany deserves to know! If something goes wrong I'm not gonna be the one to tell her that I knew all along and never told her!."

She complained disapprovingly.

"You try telling her that! God she's hard as nails Rachel! I don't think I can get anything through that thick skull.. I can't tell Brittany.

It's not my place and it's not going to be my problem when her and Santana are arguing about it once Brittany finds out we've been keeping it from her!."

Quinn said frustrated.

"I'm not a liar. I can't lie to her like that Quinn.. I can't hurt her." The brunette said with a sigh putting her hands in her face.

"We don't want to worry her rach. Just don't mention a word to anybody. Not without Santana's permission." The blonde warned.


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