AN: Here's chapter 2. Sorry that it took so long, I've been busy with school.
Disclaimer: I don't own Glee or "When You're Gone" by Avril Lavigne
I woke up to screaming next to me. I sat up and looked around still a little dazed from sleeping. I finally realized that Santana was screaming and thrashing next to me. Her eyes were screwed shut. I pulled her to me and tried to wake her up.
"Britt…NO!" she screamed as she jolted awake. I just held her while she sobbed on my shoulder. I was trying to remember how we ad gotten into my bed in the first place. I only remembered Rachel leaving around 11, then San and I got really drunk. We must have crawled into bed at some point.
"Quinn?" Santana's soft voice pulled me from my thoughts.
"Hm?"
"Could you sing to me?" she sounded so broken and small that I couldn't refuse, even though singing was the last thing I wanted to do because that would mean talking.
"I just want to hear your voice…" she mumbled looking down at the sheets. I tilted her head up to look at me and just smiled, letting her know that it was ok.
I always needed time on my own
I never thought I'd need you there when I cried
And the days feel like years when I'm alone
And the bed where you lied
Is made up on your side
Santana just smiled softly, tears streaming down her face. She wrapped her arms around my waist and laid her head on my shoulder.
When you're gone, the pieces of my heart are missing you
When you're gone, the face I came to know is missing too
When you're gone, the words I need to hear
To always get me through the day
And make it ok
I miss you
"Thank you Q" she mumbled sleepily into my neck. I just hugged her tighter and kept singing till she fell asleep.
I groaned as the sunlight hit me in the face and just snuggled deeper into the warm body next to me. I vaguely registered that it was Quinn I was cuddling with, but at the moment I didn't care at all.
That was when I remembered my nightmare and Quinn singing. I didn't even know why I asked her to sing. I guess her voice just has always calmed me down in some way. I was suddenly embarrassed for what has transpired the night before. I tried to wiggle away from Quinn, but she just tightened her hold and mumbled "No, time to sleep."
I smiled in spite of myself. She was really adorable when she was sleepy. I finally managed to get away from her and I sat on the edge of her bed thinking of what I should do.
Going home wasn't an option. Well, it was, but I didn't want to be alone. My parents were away on another 2 month vacation, the third one that year. Even if they were home, I would have to deal with my father ranting about how wrong I was. I had come out to my parents about 3 months ago. My mom had accepted me and not judged, but my father was a different story. He hadn't kicked me out, but he made sure to loudly proclaim his hatred of gay people.
I couldn't go to Puck's because I know I would get drunk and we would end up having sex, it wouldn't be for pleasure, it would just be for the feeling of being wanted by someone.
A slim pair of arms wrapped around my waist and I was brought out of my thoughts by Quinn laying her head on my shoulder and staring ahead at the wall. This was one reason that I loved having Quinn as a friend. She could always tell whether I wanted to talk or just be held. Besides Britt, Quinn, and the Hobbit, no one else knew I loved to cuddle. I would never admit it out loud though. It was a secret for my best friends and Brittany only.
I sighed. It was really hard accepting that she was gone. The day she died, it was like all the happiness left Lima, Ohio. Everyone was depressed and there was an air of gloom over the town.
I couldn't wait till the day I got to testify against the bastard who took Brittany from me. It was going to be glorious. I was going to enjoy making everyone in the room hate him even more than they probably already did.
Again, Quinn pulled me from my thoughts when she started stroking my hair. I just smiled softly and turned around to hug her.
"Thank you for last night," I whispered into her hair.
"Hey, it was no problem. You're my best friend and you're hurting. I'm going to do what ever it takes to make it at least a little bit better." She said, pulling back to look into my eyes. I could see the honesty swirling in the pools of hazel. I just nodded and hugged her again.
If only Santana knew how true that statement was. I loved her so much, but she would always love Brittany. I knew I had to tell her how I felt, but I had to be a friend. Telling her would have made things even worse than they already were. It was killing me inside. I wanted so badly to kiss her and make all her pain go away, but I couldn't. So, I promised myself that I would tell her by then end of the year.