Thank you all so much for reading my fic. Never in a million years would I think people would want to read my work, so thank you all. This is an extra long chapter for you all as a thank you. This is more about Santana with a side Brittana/Rachel. There is some swearing, fair warning, as it is Santana. Also on a swearing note be prepared for it because I love to swear :)
Also a disclaimer, as much as I's like to,I do not own glee or its characters.
"Rachel, what's going on? Where's Quinn?" It took every last ounce of strength Rachel had to muster up a response for her friends and family.
"She's been in an accident, and I don't know if she's going to be okay."
The walls of the room felt as if they were closing in. Santana stared at Rachel for a mere moment before she had to turn away. She had never seen anyone so broken, so in pain. Santana's eyes fell upon Brittany and it took every ounce of her being to stop the tears that were stinging her eyes. Brittany never looked so lost, so empty. Santana just reached over and held the tall blonde for what felt like a lifetime. Slowly the realization was hitting the Latina that was Quinn who got in the accident, the third member of the Unholy Trinity, my best friend.
Santana gripped tighter to Brittany as she tried to hide the tears that were rapidly streaming down her face. She needed to be the strong one, the one to keep it all together. She held onto Brittany and waited for her tears to slow before pulling away to look at her girlfriend. Her blue eyes had pooled with an abundance of tears and the whites were beginning to go red. Santana used the pads of her thumbs to wipe the rapidly falling tears from the blonde's face before kissing each cheek. It was then that she turned around to once again look at Rachel.
Rachel sat completely still, almost frozen, wrapped in Finn's arms. She had seemed to run out of tears, but she looked so distant, so lost. She looked as if she was in a whole other world. Looking at the broken diva forced the Latina to fight off another wave of tears.
Santana was fully aware of the relationship between Rachel and Quinn, whether they realized it or not. Even in the early stages of relationship, Santana could tell that Quinn had a soft spot for Rachel. When it came to the slushy facials, in which Rachel had received almost on a daily basis in freshman year, Quinn was never the one to throw them at her, nor be the one to order Rachel to get hit. Quinn would always laugh with the rest of the cheerios, but Santana always noticed a sadness in her eyes as she did so.
From then on Santana had tried on many occasions to get the shorter blonde to admit her feelings for the hobbit. It wasn't until the night that Quinn realized she was pregnant.
Santana heard her cell phone ring as she emerged from the bathroom from just having a shower after cheerios practice. She looked down at the display only to notice it was Quinn who was calling. The two sort of had a falling out once the blonde had become the captain, as well as leaked the news of Santana's boob job, but at the end of the day, they were each other's best friend.
The Latina answered her cell on the second ring, trying not to seem too desperate to answer Quinn's call. "What is it Fabray? I have plans with Brittany tonight." Santana waited for a snarky remark but it never came. As she listened more intently she could hear the blonde sobbing on the other end of the line. "Hey Quinn, are you okay?"
It was one simple phrase but it was all that Santana needed to hear "I need you."
Santana quickly threw on some cheerios sweats and shot a text to Brittany saying that she couldn't hang out tonight and that she would explain later. She grabbed her car keys and jumped into her black Range Rover and drove over to Quinn's as fast as possible. Thankfully Lima was a small town and you were only usually 10 to 15 minutes away from where you needed to go.
Santana pulled into the Fabray's driveway and was thankful that both of Quinn's parents did not seem to be home. She quickly exited her car and ran to the porch to knock on the wooden door to the large home. Before she could knock Quinn had opened the door with tear stained cheeks.
"What the fuck Fabray? What the hell happened?" It was rare for Santana to see Quinn crying. Once she had resumed the role of HBIC, she rarely showed any human emotion. This however was Lucy, not head cheerio Quinn, but lost and alone Lucy Fabray. It was a sight that Santana had never wanted to see again, and yet here she stood in front of the Latina, her walls completely down and she was completely vulnerable.
"Can you come in? I don't think this is the kind of discussion to have on my front porch. You seem to forget I have nosy neighbours."
The Latina followed Quinn to her bedroom and sat on the edge of her bed. She looked at Quinn who was currently pacing her bedroom floor, clearly thinking of a way to tell Santana this important news. Santana was usually a harsh person at nature, but she knew now was not the time to joke. She may have been a bitch but there was always a time and a place for it.
"You know Quinn, I love you, but eventually you have to tell me what's going on in that pretty blonde head of yours."
It was at this moment that the Latina could see the tears fall from Quinn's eyes. She stood up from the bed and wrapped her arms securely around her best friend. She could feel Quinn's tears staining her sweat shirt but she could have cared less at that moment. She held on as tight as she possibly could and let Quinn sob into her shoulder. They stood like that for what felt like hours before the Latina tried once again to speak.
"Hey what's going on baby girl? You know you can tell me right?" almost immediately after she had said this, Quinn blurted out the reason the Latina was there.
"I'm pregnant"
Santana led Quinn to her bed and they both laid down. Santana put her arms around Quinn and let the blonde once again sob into her shoulder. She held her there until the Latina felt that the blonde's tears had somewhat subsided. She placed a feather light kiss to Quinn's forehead before she started to speak.
"Does anyone else know?"
"No, just you, so please don't tell anyone."
"I may be a bitch Quinn, but I wouldn't do that to you. No matter how much I act like I hate you, you and I both know that besides Brittany, your all I got."
The blonde seemed to take comfort in the knowledge that the Latina loved her and cared for her. They laid there for a few more moments, basking in a small perfect moment before the reality of Quinn's pregnancy truly struck.
"Who's the father?"
The Latina had to ask. She knew that Quinn was dating Finn at the time, but she just couldn't believe that Finnocence had the ability to impregnate anyone.
"It's...it's Finn's" The blonde sounded completely unsure and the Latina knew her friend was lying to her.
"You know Quinn, you drag me all the way over here to calm your prego ass, and you are going to feed me that bullshit? Who really is the father?"
The Latina could feel her tense slightly at the term "prego" but she didn't mention her concern. Santana had felt bad after she had said the insult, but that was how she worked. She used insults to try and diffuse a lot of tension, but now was not the time. She needed to be there for Quinn.
"Sorry. I didn't mea-"
"It's Puck's"
She was a little shocked at the mention of Puck's name, as her and Puck were supposedly dating, but she knew that Puck was just a good lay. She felt slightly hurt that he would go for Quinn and not her, but she always knew Puck had a soft spot for the blonde, and the Latina had a soft spot for another blonde with the most gorgeous blue eyes.
"Leave it to the man whore to impregnate Virgin Mary."
"Santana!"
"What, you called me over here, what did you expect?"
"I expected you to be my friend right now."
Santana held her tongue. She wanted to argue with the blonde, but now was again not the time. She needed to be there for Quinn. She needed to be her friend.
"Sorry...again."
"It's fine, should I really have expected anything else when I called you."
"Okay you are lucky you are with child or I would beat your ass right now."
Santana felt Quinn tense again at the mention of her unborn child. She was just about to apologize when Quinn began to speak.
"Don't bother apologizing. You clearly don't mean it."
"Sorry, my inner Snix just doesn't know when to shut up sometimes."
They laid there for a few more moments in completely silence. Both teens were letting the reality of Quinn's situation fully set in. Quinn's whole world was about to change, and with her family, it was most likely not for the better. Santana turned her head slightly to look down at Quinn. Her eyes seemed distant, like there was something else in her mind.
"Are you going to tell your parents?"
"You and I both know I can't do that. It's bad enough living with my parents on a regular basis, there is no way they are going to find out."
"I hate to break it to you Q, but in a couple of months, they will eventually find out about your little situation. Unless you..."
"No, I am having this baby. Just because I got drunk on wine coolers and made a mistake with Puck, doesn't mean that this child has to suffer."
"Are you going to keep it?" Quinn sat and pondered the statement for only a moment. She took a deep breath and released it slowly before answering Santana.
"No, I can't. I wouldn't dare try and raise a child in this household, if I even live here by then. This child deserves the world and I'm not prepared to give that. Not yet."
The Latina could see the tears well up in her eyes, but they didn't fall down Quinn's cheeks. They stayed trapped in her lashes. As she gazed upon her friend, she could still tell that something was off with Quinn. There was still something that she was not telling her.
"Hey girly, what's going on in that pretty head of yours? And don't say it's nothing because I know that there is something you're not telling me." The mummer that Quinn made was so faint that Santana couldn't make it out.
"Listen I know I have an alter ego and all, but I don't have supersonic hearing, therefore I can't hear your damn mouse..."
"She's going to hate me"
Santana looked down at the blonde and saw the once trapped tears slowly start to slide down her face. Immediately her first thought was of Quinn's mom. Her mom was the only true parent that Quinn had, and that wasn't saying much.
"Do you mean your mom?"
"No"
"Brittany, because if it's her than I wouldn't worry because.."
"No"
"Is it Coach, because you already know your prego ass is off.."
"No, and can we stop with the prego jokes please? Just for right now okay?"
Santana then became confused. Who else could Quinn possibly be afraid of? Contrary to popular belief, even though Quinn was the head cheerleader, she didn't have that many friends or people she could count on in her life. Aside from her and the people she mentioned, the Latina had no idea who Quinn could have been talking about.
"Listen I know your hormones tend to make you crazy while you're pregnant, but if you weren't talking about your mom, Brittany or Coach Sylvester, who the hell were you talking about?" The voice was so faint that Santana almost missed it. However there was no denying what came out of Quinn's mouth.
"Rachel.."
"Hold up, what does the hobbit have anything to do with this?"
"Can you not call her that?"
"Wait did you just call her Rachel?"
"Yes, is that so hard to believe?"
Santana would have liked to say it was, but she always knew. She always knew that Quinn had a soft spot for Rachel just like she had for Brittany. She always found it weird how Quinn acted towards Rachel. Even when she was trying to torture the girl, it always came off as loving or even erotic. From drawing hearts around a picture of Rachel, or drawing pornographic pictures of her on the bathroom walls, Quinn had it bad for the brunette.
"So you're finally admitting to your feelings for Berry? About damn time Q."
"What did I say about calling her names?"
"Hey you said don't call her hobbit, I called her Berry. Don't argue with me about it Q and stop deflecting."
"And what do you mean about damn time, you knew?"
"Knew? Hate to break it to you Q but you're not the most subtle girl in the world."
"What are you talking about?"
"The hearts, the pornographic pictures, you fan-girling while she sang and I know on a number of occasions I've seen you staring at her ass Q."
"I was not!" Quinn shouted at her.
"I swear Q you looked like you wanted to jump her bones after the push it performance. I know I saw you slip into the bathroom to take care of yourse.."
"Okay enough."
Quinn looked livid with the Latina. She had just admitted to her feelings for the brunette to only have her slapped in the face with it. Santana saw the worry in her eyes at the realization that she was so obvious with her affection towards the brunette. Santana felt that Quinn had admitted a lot to her over the evening and felt the need to share something personal with the blonde.
"Hey listen you're not the only one who has the hots for someone of the female variety."
"I swear if it's me or Rachel, you either have to leave or I will kick your ass."
"I don't date hobbits or MILFs thank you very much."
"I thought I told you to stop with the hobbit thing, and really MILF?"
"What I can't help it Q, you're hot, and I have a thing for blondes."
"So, Brittany then?"
"Yeah, I love her Q."
"I know you do S."
"What you knew?"
"Let's just say I am not the only one who hasn't mastered the art of subtlety."
"Touché"
The two laughed for a few minutes before Santana returned back to the reason that Quinn was worried in the first place. She looked down at Quinn and she could still see the faint tears hidden in her hazel eyes.
"Q, why would Rachel hate you?"
"I was trying to get the courage to tell her how I feel. Now she is just going to see me as some pregnant slut. Who would love me now?"
"Listen Q, no matter what, me and Brits love you regardless." Quinn smiled at the realization that no matter what, she would have Brittany and Santana at her side.
"Thanks S."
"As for Berry, the girl loves you Q."
"What are you talking about?"
Santana didn't only notice Quinn's advances towards the brunette, but she also saw that Rachel carried her own affections for the blonde. She always caught the diva stealing glances at the blonde from her locker, or while they were in glee. She always mentioned how she wished she was pretty "like that Quinn girl." The two girls had this unspoken bond that was tragically beautiful to the Latina, though she would never admit it. They were two people that were so meant to be, but had yet to have acted on their feelings. It was almost like the Shakespearean story of Romeo and Juliet, two star crossed lovers who were meant to be, but destined for chaos.
"Let's just say I have seen her looking at you, almost like the way she looks at Finn, but with more feeling. I've also heard her a few times say how hot she thought you were."
"Hot really? That doesn't sound like Rachel."
"Okay she may have said beautiful, but I was just paraphrasing."
Santana couldn't hold back the smile when she looked at Quinn's face. They girl looked so full of joy at the realization that Rachel shared the same feelings as Quinn. Santana quickly hid her smile in order to keep her Lima heights persona intact.
She glanced over at Quinn's nightstand and noticed that it had already reached 2 am.
"Hey baby girl, it's pretty late. Are you parents coming home?"
"No there at some church retreat this weekend. I said I was feeling ill and got out of it."
"Well who really wants to spend the weekend with a bunch of Jesus freaks anyways."
"Santana!" even though she almost shouted at the brunette, she could help the small chuckle that she emitted.
"What? I just speak the truth Q. So I guess I should be going" As the Latina began to stand to start heading home when she felt the arms around her waist wrap tighter around her.
"Can you stay? I really don't want to be alone."
"Sure thing, Q."
The Latina reached over to turn off the lamp and cuddled closer to her friend. It was refreshing to be like this with the girl. To just lay there in each other's arms with no intentions of anything romantic. They both had a different blonde and a different brunette on their minds.
"Listen Q I know you got a thing for brunettes, but I don't know how Berry would take it if she heard you were spooning me."
"Shut up and go to sleep Santana."
"Hey maybe it will help you out, build some cred befo.."
"If you don't shut up, I'll tell Brittany you were the one who let Lord Tubbington out."
"You wouldn't?"
"Watch me"
The two friends then fell into a heavy sleep, both dreaming of the girl they wished to be holding at that moment.
Santana looked down at Rachel once more before she made a decision, she couldn't let Rachel go to that hospital. Not yet. Somewhere in her heart of heart she knew that Quinn was going to be okay. She also knew that Rachel was not emotionally ready to see Quinn right now. Santana could only imagine how much she was beating herself up over this whole mess. Seeing Quinn right now just wasn't smart for Rachel.
Everyone was completely silent in the room. You could tell that the idea was still sinking in with everyone. The only sound that could be heard was the sobs from various members within the room. Santana made it a point to announce that she would be the one to check on Quinn, as well as Brittany of course.
She knelt down beside Rachel and placed a hand on her forearm. Rachel stirred slightly and it was the most movement that Santana had seen from the girl since she collapsed on the floor.
"Listen Rachel, me and Brittany are going to the hospital. We're going to make sure she's okay alright."
"No please, please Santana take me with you" Rachel was violently sobbing now. It took all of Santana not to join her.
"Listen Rach, I promise you Q will be okay, and you will be the first person I call okay?"
Rachel looked like she was ready to argue with the Latina, so Santana continued.
"Listen baby girl, I know it's really hard, but you seeing her right now isn't the best thing and we both know it."
Rachel looked at the Latina and nodded. She really wanted to argue with her. She really wanted to barge into that hospital room just to hold Quinn; to hold Quinn and never let go. However right now, she felt so numb. Like this whole thing was just a dream and she was waiting for someone to pinch her awake. She knew that right now, seeing Quinn would only send her spiralling downward into a deep depression.
Santana got up and grabbed her purse and then Brittany's hand. They both started heading for the door when Santana decided to turn around.
"Hey Rachel," The brunette turned around to meet the Latina's gaze. "Stop beating yourself up over this; none of it is your fault."
Tears started pouring down Rachel face as Santana and Brittany turned quickly. Santana had to leave before she broke down. She had to be the strong one, not only for Rachel, but for Brittany as well.
The two got into Santana's Range Rover and started heading for the hospital. The ride was completely silent as their intertwined hands rested on the middle consol. About 10 minutes into the half hour drive Brittany turned her head to face Santana.
"San?"
"Yeah Brit?"
"You meant what you said right? That Q's going to be okay?"
"Of course baby, I won't let anything happen to Q. Nothing is going to break the Unholy Trinity."
Santana kissed Brittany's knuckles and they continued the rest of the drive in complete silence. The only interruptions where when Brittany was wiping her fallen tears away and Santana kissing Brittany's hand trying to comfort her girlfriend.
They arrived at the hospital after what felt like hours. They rushed in the emergency entrance and approached the front desk.
"Where's Q?" Brittany had said. Santana wanted to smile at her adorableness but settled for squeezing her hand tighter.
"I'm sorry who are you two looking for?"
"Lucy Quinn Fabray, she was brought here about an hour or two ago. She was in a car accident with a pickup truck." Santana felt tears well up in her eyes but she never let them fall.
"I'm sorry, only family can see her now."
"Wait does that means she's okay?"
"She's stable, but doctors have yet to determine the extent of her damage."
Santana was relieved to hear that Quinn was alive. That's all that mattered. She could have been a lot worse off, but someone was really looking out for her best friend.
"Please you have to let us see her. We're the only family she's got."
The secretary looked between both Santana and Brittany and let out a small sigh.
"Alright girls, just this once, she's on the second floor in room 206."
The girls all but sprinted to the elevator to reach the second floor. However when the doors opened, the two girls slowed their pace. In only a mere 20 ft, they were going to see Quinn and they honestly didn't know what they could expect. Both Brittany and Santana stopped outside of room 206. The door remained closed, and they were not able to see in. Brittany was about to reach for the door when Santana grabbed her hand and pulled her into a tight hug.
"Hey babe, are you okay?"
"Yeah I just...I need to hold you for a minute okay?"
"You never have to ask San."
The two just stood there for what felt like an eternity, just holding onto each other. Santana holding onto Brittany because she was just glad that it was not her lying in that bed right now, and Brittany was holding onto Santana because she knew her girlfriend needed it.
Santana pulled out of the embrace and placed a soft kiss to Brittany's lips. She used the pads of her thumbs to wipe away the tears from Brittany's cheeks that seemed to have fallen during their lengthy embrace.
"Are you ready Brit-Brit?"
"I think so."
Santana grasped tightly onto Brittany's hand as she opened the door. They slowly entered the room and their eyes fell upon Quinn. She laid there in the bed surrounded by an abundance of machines that neither Santana nor Brittany knew what they were used for. She lay motionless as multiple wires entered and exited her body. Santana could see the bandages on Quinn's face that cover the larger of her cuts. Most of her visible skin was covered in deep purple bruises or small cuts. The only sound in the room was the sound of the beeping machinery and quiet sobs that were now being emitted from both Brittany and now Santana.
The two walked over to the two chairs that sat at Quinn's bed side. You could tell that Judy Fabray was here not too long ago as a worn bible sat on the table next to Quinn's bed. Sitting on top of the bible were a pair of Judy's reading glasses. I guess at this point even Kurt was praying for Quinn.
As they sat there, Santana felt Brittany rest her head on her shoulder. She turned slightly to kiss the top of Brittany's head before reaching out and grabbing Quinn's hand.
"You know Q, when I told you to stop Rachel's wedding, I didn't mean get in a damn car accident. I just meant for you to Taylor Swift the damn ceremony and steal your girl. Leave it to you to be so damn dramatic."
Santana was trying to keep it light, not only for Brittany, but so she didn't just completely break down. She had to be strong for her girls, all three of them. However Brittany knew better and squeezed Santana's hand tighter while placing a kiss on her shoulder.
"Listen Q, I know everyone is trying to be really strong, but you need to wake the fuck up because we all need you. I need you to kill Berry for making me wear this god awful pink dress, and I need you to stick it to Finnocence and steal his girl away."
Santana could feel the tears slowly stream down her face. It was then that she realized she need a moment alone with Quinn; a moment to gather her emotions. She turned to Brittany and looked down at her tear stained face.
"Hey baby, I think you should call Rachel. I'm sure she wants to come and see her girl."
"Okay I'll be right back." Brittany kissed Santana on the lips and squeezed Quinn's hand before heading towards the door. Before she could leave Santana called out to her.
"Hey Brittany." She turned and started into the chocolate brown eyes of the Latina. "I love you. Don't ever forget that."
"I love you to baby, always and forever." She turned and headed out the door while Santana finally let all of the tears fall that she had been holding back. It wasn't supposed to be like this. Quinn was finally getting everything she ever wanted, she was just missing the girl, and now in some cruel act of fate it was all being taken from her.
"Listen Q, you need to come back to us okay. I need you, Brittany needs you, your mom, but most of all Rachel needs you. You should have seen her Q, she was a mess. Did you know she was waiting for you? She even kind of blew off Finnocence. He said it's now or never, and she chose you. She turned away from Finn and texted you."
She looked up as if she was expecting an answer from the blonde, but was only met with the constant beeping sound of the heart monitor and the loud noise being made by the respirator.
"Listen I have seen enough doctor shows to know that even though you're in a coma, you can still hear me. So hear this, you need to get your skinny ass back to us okay. I need you here to make sure I'm not so mean to Berry, and to tell me to stop calling her Berry." Tears were freely flowing down Santana's cheeks and it was getting harder for her to speak.
"I need you hear to help me deal with Coach for the rest of the year because we both know how bad she is normally, imagine her being hormonal, were all fucked." She felt a small smile creep to her lips, but it was soon erased.
"Most of all Q, you need to come back for Rachel. She loves you so much baby girl. I had to pry her away from the door to get her to stop coming in here and cuddling you to death. She looked so broken Q. No matter the abuse that she has endured over these past few years, I've never seen her that lost." She looked upon Quinn's face for a moment before continuing.
"You know Brittany is calling her, so it's probably best you're in a coma for that because that girl never shuts up, and I am glad that you're in a coma so you can't beat my ass for that comment." She let another smile grace her lips for another small moment before saying her final words to the blonde.
"Come back to us Q, or so help me god I will bring you back and kill you myself. You can't break the Unholy Trinity, and you can't leave Rachel."
So what did you think? any ideas for future chapters? review or send me a message to let me know :)Next chapter will most likely be just Faberry :)