I moved.
In the process of moving I loss my flashdrive that had a terabit of space and subsequently all of my stories.
I was crushed. It dissuaded me from writing for quite sometime. The other day I was looking for my camera in my old computer case and found an old flash drive and the second part of this story was on it. I remember I was going to write this as a three part, but got caught up in my other stories and never finished it, but the second part was all written out.
So here it is. I know it's been forever but I hope you like it and like always leave a comment or two.
Thanks,
Thegiftedone
By the time Quinn reached the door, it was being held wide open by Brittany. Santana was starring down at Brittany's engorged stomach with pain and hurt etched on her face, while Brittany was starring at Santana with her mouth ajar in shock.
"San" Quinn said breaking the Latina out of her haze. Santana shook her head and crossed her arms around her body defensively, "we need to talk Fabray!" she spat out angrily.
"Come inside and we can talk about everything" instructed Quinn.
"No" Santana replied fiercely, "we'll talk out here" she said walking away onto the snowy street. Quinn growled in frustration, 'This was definitely not on the agenda for tonight' thought Quinn as she pulled on her warm boots and began tying her scarf around her neck.
"Brittany I want you to go upstairs to your room and lie down…okay" said Quinn as she pulled on her heavy coat and hat. "Brittany!" said Quinn loudly as she snapped her fingers, finally pulling Brittany back to the present from wherever her mind had went.
"Go upstairs" instructed Quinn seriously.
"How did she know where we lived?" said Brittany getting upset as her cheeks began to tinge in pink, Brittany said becoming more flustered.
"I'm still fucking waiting Fabray!" Quinn heard Santana yell, and it seemed to bounce all through their neighborhood over the snowy night air.
"Brittany, I'll explain but I need to talk to her first…please go upstairs and I'll be there in a little" pleaded Quinn. To her surprise Brittany just nodded and began waddling her way up the steps. Quinn left her door unlocked and walked down the front steps onto the side walk to face Santana.
It was eerily quiet on the street, being as the normal people in New Haven were in the fucking house and not on the street in the middle of a damn blizzard! But Quinn had come to realize some time ago that she wasn't normal and neither were the people she associated with. The majority of them meet in glee for goodness sakes. As her mind was trying to wrap around the fact that she was actually in this heavy snow, a hard smack across her face got her attention.
Quinn's head snapped back to glare at Santana and her hand rose to retaliate but her anger vanished in a second.
Tears were falling off of her face as Quinn studied Santana more closely; she noticed the unmistakable look of pain in her chocolate orbs and the swollen, redness of her eyes. Quinn took a deep breath to try and steady herself before things got even more out of hand.
"I'll allow that one Santana because I deserved it, but no more" said Quinn seriously as she raised her eyebrow dangerously at the Latina. Snow was falling all around them at a fast and steady pace and Quinn did not fancy having this conversation here.
"Why didn't you tell me? Why lie?" asked Santana brokenly.
"Because she asked me not to tell anyone" replied Quinn simply, "Rachel wasn't even supposed to know."
Santana shook her head, "So the whole time we fucked you were sitting on the small detail that Brittany had been living with you for months" she spat angrily.
Quinn licked her cold lips and nodded her head.
"Fucking unbelievable Fabray…I shouldn't even be shocked" scoffed Santana in disgust.
"The hell is that suppose to mean?" Quinn asked.
"You always do this…you act before you think, fucking impulsive. Then after the consequences are already in motion you think about what you should have done differently!" yelled Santana all of a sudden.
"The fu- you asked me to help you. You're the one that didn't want to remember. Surely you can recall that bit of information, even if you were drunktarded the majority of the night" Quinn said back angrily. She wasn't going to give Santana the pleasure of yelling back, knowing that Brittany was probably not in her own bedroom like Quinn asked her, but in the blondes actual room.
"We were helping each other Quinn!" yelled Santana as more tears streamed down her face. "I asked you…I fucking asked you and you casually played it off as if you had no clue!" Santana cried as her voice uncharacteristically went up several octaves. "Impulsive! Just like with Puck, with Beth, and Rachel!"
"Brittany asked me not to say anything. Just like you asked Rachel not to tell people where you really were" countered Quinn choosing to ignore Santana's last comment. She knew it was the Latina's own pain that was lashing out at her, "don't you ever bring up Beth in that manner Santana" warned Quinn dangerously, deciding to not let it slid.
Santana sniffled and crossed her arms defensively, "I just moved there…you've been harboring her for months Quinn" cried Santana meekly. The lowering of Santana's tone of voice was the closest thing she was going to get to an apology. Quinn knew it wasn't entirely true but she let Santana hold on to her version of events.
"I don't know what you want from me" Quinn said, "I'm sorry, but I really was just helping a friend. She came to me asking for help and I did…I honestly wasn't trying to hurt you" she said as she rubbed her reddening nose, "Just like when you asked me for help…I tried."
Silence met the pair as they starred at one another for a long time, as the wind changed and snowing was suddenly pelting them in the face. Quinn saw her friend quiver and knew it was time to go. "Santana it's fucking cold, let's go inside and warm up" Quinn suggested.
"No way. I'm not staying in there with her" Santana said backing away, "I'm going back to New York."
"Santana be real, it's the middle of a winter storm. Besides didn't you want to move on and get over her. Maybe if y'all talk it can happen" said Quinn as a sneeze wrecked through her body.
"I did…until I saw her stomach" Santana said brokenly.
Quinn sneezed again and had decided enough was enough. "Look I'm going in, I refuse to get sick. You can stay out here and be stubborn all you want. Nothing's open and I can guarantee the train station is done running. Once some common sense gets to you and those Latin bones of yours freeze, the door will be unlocked." The blonde turned and treaded her way through the mounting snow and back into the warmth of her town home. Closing the door behind her, she made sure it was unlocked before taking all her outerwear off and heading upstairs to go check on her pregnant friend.
Just as she thought Brittany was in her own room, standing by the window looking down at what she knew to be Santana. Quinn cleared her throat and Brittany turned around with tears pouring off her face. Quinn sighed and went and sat down on her bed patting the space next to her. Brittany slowly walked over and sat next to Quinn. The shorter blonde instinctively pulled her pregnant friend towards her in a loving embrace and Brittany buried her head into Quinn's shoulder. Sobbing could be heard through the window and Quinn's heart broke at hearing that sound come from her friend.
"You two slept together at the wedding?" Brittany asked softly as Quinn's shirt was becoming wet with tears.
"Yes we did" she responded truthfully.
"How come?"
"We were both tired of being in pain and we needed a release" sighed Quinn.
"Rachel?" asked Brittany lifting her head off of Quinn's shoulder.
"Yes…it hurts to love someone that doesn't feel the same way about you. I never thought about how it would affect you when I was with Santana. I was selfish. We both were just trying so hard to not hurt…even for a little while. We weren't being very considerate" said Quinn, "I am sorry Brittany."
Brittany laid her head back on Quinn's shoulder, "I can't judge. I got pregnant while Santana was still my girlfriend" whimpered Brittany. "I knew I was wrong for cheating but I did it anyway."
"Why…didn't you love her?" whispered Quinn. She was actually shocked they never had this conversation before.
"Of course…but I didn't want to feel the pain either. I missed her too much and it hurt" Brittany replied.
"That's not really a good reason to cheat Brittany" said Quinn.
"It's the truth…I never said it was a good reason."
A few moments passed and Quinn decided to give it another shot.
"Who's the dad Britt?"
Brittany sat up from Quinn and placed her hands over her swollen belly. Quinn saw the war of emotions spread over Brittany's face, "Is she staying here?"
"I think she has to, it's almost a blizzard out" replied Quinn quietly.
Brittany nodded, before lifting her body off of the bed with Quinn's help. "I think I'm going to take a bath" said Brittany as she headed out of the room, "I'll go to sleep afterwards." Quinn sighed heavily as she watched her friend walk out of her room and towards her own room. Quinn got up and walked towards the window and noticed the front of her house was empty. She walked into the hallway and heard the bath water running, knowing that Brittany was doing her typical avoiding behavior…she would probably be in the bathroom for hours, 'Her and that stupid rubber duck' thought Quinn.
Quinn walked downstairs and saw Santana sitting on her sofa with her head in her hands and her brunette hair covering her face, looking wild and crazy, "I'm gonna need lots of alcohol if I'm staying here" she heard her friend mumble. Quinn immediately went to her cabinet in the kitchen and pulled out a bottle of vodka and a shot glass. She went back into the living room and placed the items in front of Santana on the coffee table. The Latina immediately went to grab for the items but Quinn knocked her hands away, "Call Rachel before you get trashed and let her know you're safe…and if you're going to do this, you have to stay down here and move nowhere else" instructed Quinn.
Santana pulled out her phone and found Rachel's number in her call log. Quinn wasn't surprised at all that Rachel's number was the first one Santana hit. She could guarantee that Rachel had been calling Santana nonstop for hours. Quinn could hear the concerned voice of Rachel on the other end of the line and a stabbing pain filtered through her gut. She got up quickly and went into the kitchen to get another shot glass.
When she came back in and flopped on the sofa, Santana was done with her conversation and already pouring some vodka in her glass.
"How'd it go?" Quinn asked, suddenly not wanting to drink any longer now that Rachel couldn't be heard.
"She kept apologizing and I got irritated and hung up…she's fine" Santana said knocking back the strong beverage and grimacing after the fact. She immediately poured another shot and did away with it quickly; "You joining me?" questioned Santana.
"Naw…I think I'll just keep watch" replied Quinn as she leaned back and watched her friend pour the next shot, albeit a little more slowly.
"Suit yourself" shrugged Santana as she emptied the shot glass again.
Quinn looked on with no judgment, there had been a many time when she had gotten drunk and buried her feelings in sex with the professor. Santana's movements were slowing and Quinn knew she was good in drunk about fifteen minutes later. The bathroom door clicked open upstairs and both of their heads glanced towards the steps. Quinn heard Brittany's bedroom door close and shook her head as her eyes wandered back to the hurt expression on Santana's face. Silent tears were falling and Quinn began chewing her lip. This entire situation was just uncomfortable. 'I'm too young to be going through all this drama' thought Quinn to herself.
"You know how she told me" started Santana with a far off look about her, "she just came right out and said it while we were on a date at Breadsticks…'Santana I'm pregnant' she said. I looked at her like she was crazy, you know…like I don't have a dick so how the fuck is she pregnant if we're supposed to be together. Than it dawned on me that she cheated" Santana said as her face broke down a little more.
"You ever have the feeling like your whole world just shattered?" slurred out Santana as she turned her red, swollen eyes onto Quinn.
Quinn nodded, "yeah I have" she responded as she thought back to the feeling she had when she woke up and Rachel wasn't with her after the first time they had sex.
"What am I supposed to do now?" cried Santana as she fell back on the sofa, "A part of me hates her so much and when I think I can let the hate consume me…I remember how much I love her. I'm a tortured soul and I can't move on."
"Let it go" whispered Quinn, "recognize that it happened, admit that it's hurt you deeply and move on. Brittany has no choice but to move on…you should too. This has the potential to break you and I don't want that for you Santana" said Quinn earnestly. "I don't want it for me either."
Quinn looked at the beauty of her friend from the side. Santana was just gorgeous and the Latina was very aware of it but sometimes in these humbling moments, Quinn could see the inner beauty. The person she actually was.
"Did I say her name when we fucked?" asked Santana crassly, killing any soft moments Quinn was thinking about.
"Yeah a few times…don't feel bad though, I was thinking about Rachel" shrugged Quinn with a smirk, "You were really good as well" whispered Quinn, flushing at the mere fact that Santana was as good in bed as she appeared.
"Quinn you're amazing but a little too quiet for me" slurred out Santana.
Quinn scoffed, and then laughed out loud. She was a quiet love maker because all of her sexual encounters had to be a secret of some kind. When that special moment hit, she bit her lip and rode the waves out as quietly as possible, not wanting to get caught.
She scoffed again and decided to take at least one shot.
Pouring and downing quickly she slammed the shot glass on the table and fell back against the couch.
"You know she really does care about you Quinn, she's just having major gay panic" Santana said, sobering quickly for one minute, "or is it bi panic…I dunno but she does love you."
"She has an interesting way of showing it. Besides I don't want to talk about her" Quinn replied curtly.
"Touché."
Reaching over, she poured them both another shot, "here" she said lifting the shot glass.
"Thanks" came Quinn's soft reply.
She gulped down the vodka quickly, grimaced, then slammed the glass back down. She guessed she was doing this tonight. The alcohol began coursing through her quickly and she just remembered that she hadn't eaten much today. Santana already had three shots on her, so it was no surprise when she glanced over and saw her curled into the corner of her couch with a steady stream of tears running down her face, "we need to take better care of ourselves and stop worrying about people that never really cared about us to begin with."
It was drunken truth, but truth none the less. Besides it was often said that thoughts fueled by alcohol couldn't get any clearer or real.
"Okay" slurred Quinn slightly, "we can be done with them both and completely but we both know for sure that they won't ever leave our hearts. So, we make a promise tonight, I'll take care of Britt and you'll make sure Rachel's okay" she said with her pinky out.
Santana leaned up sloppily and gripped her pinky strongly, "deal".
A few more rounds were had before they both dosed off.
Quinn's eyes blinked open slowly and she was hit with a mild headache and Brittany staring down at them. Sitting up gingerly she tried to adjust her eyes to the brightness of the morning and through the hangover she was sure she had.
Sighing heavily, she began rubbing her temples softly, "Britt, can you wait upstairs, and I promise I'll be right up."
Nodding the blonde turned and made her way back up to the second floor.
"You can stop pretending now" Quinn said once she heard the door shut.
Groaning Santana sat up and faced Quinn. Hair disheveled and make-up smeared, brown eyes locked on hazel brokenly.
"I have another guest room upstairs with its own bathroom. Please stay up there and I'll get food and whatever else you need, but I think it's best if you both stay separated."
Santana bit her bottom lip and nodded, "she and I will have a convo before I leave" she said hoarsely before standing up cautiously, "and don't worry, I haven't forgotten our promise."
Quinn watched her walk up the stairs before groaning and falling back onto the couch.
The rest of the week was a tensed filled affair. Whenever Brittany saw Santana in a room, she turned as quickly as her body could in went in the opposite direction and vice versa for Santana. It turned into them both just staying in their rooms and Quinn cooking large quantities of food at one time and leaving it out for the them to find on their own. It was plain uncomfortable for Quinn to try and talk to either one of them. It hurt her to see Brittany's red rimmed eyes and Santana's chocolate one's looking angry, which Quinn knew was a mask. They were both hurting, and they were both her longest and true friends. It was too much for her to handle so she settled for cracking a book open, curling up in the living room chair and reading…letting her mind drift away from the current situation.
There was a sea of hurt between everyone, but it seemed Santana wasn't ready to deal with any of it until she decided it was time for her to leave about a week later.
"I looked on my phone, the trains are running again" she said softly as she sat on the couch and looked at Quinn.
"So, you're leaving" stated Quinn.
"Today…after I talk to Brittany" she said matter-of-factly.
"Don't upset her, she's very much pregnant."
"Anyone with eyes can see that Quinn" Santana said curtly, "and given everything that's happened I don't understand how not to upset her with this conversation…but I'll try" she said standing suddenly and walking towards the stairs.
Quinn couldn't reply because it was all true.
She placed her book on the table next to her and waited after she heard Brittany's door closing. She was listening for any signs of yelling or even the slightest hint of a raised voice. She heard nothing.
Thirty minutes later Santana came down the steps with tears streaming down her eyes and she was heading towards the front door.
"Remember your promise Fabray and keep it, and I'll keep mine" stuttered out Santana as she began dressing in her outer wear quickly.
"Santana, what happened?" Quinn asked as she followed the beauty into the foyer.
"You'll keep your promise right?" said Santana forcefully as she locked her eyes with Quinn's.
Taken aback Quinn nodded, "yes, of course."
Santana opened the door, left and slammed it shut in one fluid motion leaving Quinn befuddled.
She scrambled up the stairs quickly in search of Brittany and found the blonde splayed out on her bed, hand resting on her swollen belly and tears falling off her face just like Santana's.
Quinn's shoulders slumped, and she moved cautiously into the bedroom and sat down next to Brittany. In her gut she knew what happened, that Santana had found out whom the father was and when she asked that very question to her friend, she wasn't very surprised when the truth was finally out. In that instant she knew things would never be the same and that her relationship with Rachel was over forever. She wouldn't renege on her promise to Santana but knew she wouldn't be hearing or seeing her friend in person for years to come…nor Rachel.
With that knowledge she spooned Brittany and they both lamented their losses together.
