AN: I just wanted to say thank you to everyone who has put this story on their alert/favourite list..couldn't quite believe it last night when my phone didn't stop going off! And thank you to those that have reviewed. I know i'm not the best writer and I don't normally share my stuff but this was just something nagging at me so I figured I'd write it and post it anyway. So thanks for reading!
Santana stood awkwardly in front of Rachel as the girl's words rang through her ears and for once, she had nothing to say to her. Santana glanced longingly at the door, hoping that someone would walk in and rescue her from this situation. Sighing, Santana returned her attention to Rachel. She felt stupid, Berry had just told her her father's had died and she was just standing there. 'Come on, San. Do something' she mentally scolded at herself.
"Is there someone I can call?" She eventually asked as she crouched down. When Rachel simply shook her head, Santana pulled out her phone and quickly sent a message that simply read.
help! Choir room ASAP!
Hitting send, Santana put her phone back in her pocket and gently placed a hand on Rachel's knee. "Rachel, you can't just sit here" she told her and soon realised that that was probably the first time she had used the girl's proper name. When Rachel once again made no effort to verbally respond, Santana moved herself over to the wall and sat next to her. Santana wasn't good at sympathy or being caring, she wasn't entirely sure how she could comfort Rachel or if the brunette would even want her to. As she sat quietly next to Rachel, she moved her hand to find Rachel's and held onto it.
Twenty minutes later, Santana let out a sigh of relief as she looked up to see Quinn Fabray standing at the choir room door with a confused look on her face. Before standing up, Santana gave Rachel's hand a light squeeze and headed over to Quinn. Pulling on the blonde's arm, Santana took Quinn into the hallway, shaking her head at the girl's amused look.
"Did I really just see that? You holding Berry's hand?" Quinn asked with a chuckle but soon stopped when she saw the expression on Santana's face.
"What is it? What's happened?" Quinn asked suddenly getting worried as she glanced from the Latina to the door.
Santana threw her hands up and lightly shrugged her shoulders. What HAD happened? Leaning herself against a wall, Santana looked up to Quinn.
"I don't know Q, I came here to get my gym bag and find Berry sitting on the floor in an almost catatonic state, the next thing I know she's telling me her dad's are dead, at least I'm assuming it's them" She told her friend as she lightly rubbed the middle of her fore-head.
"Wait, what?" Quinn practically screeched as she looked to Santana for a more detailed explanation.
"She's just sitting there, she's hardly saying anything, Quinn, I didn't know what to do" Santana breathed out, her voice almost pleading with Quinn to go and take over the situation and sort the whole thing out. Quinn looked at Santana and gave her friend a small nod.
Turning away from Santana, Quinn headed back into the choir room. She slowly made her way over to where Rachel was. Quinn was sure that the diva hadn't moved an inch since her and Santana had left the room. Moving over to the girl, Quinn knelt down in front of her, resting the palms of her hands on Rachel's knees.
"Rachel?" When Rachel made no effort to respond or even acknowledge Quinn's presence, Quinn moved her hand to the girl's chin, carefully she moved Rachel's face to look at her. Almost immediately she regretted her action, what she saw staring back at her couldn't help but cause her to shiver slightly. Quinn took in a breath as she stared into the lifeless eyes of her team mate.
"Rachel, what happened?" she asked again, her voice slightly more forceful.
The brunette held the cheerleader's gaze and she wanted to laugh, out of all the people that were here trying to help her, she would never have guessed for it to be Quinn and Santana. The girls had never been friends, they would constantly tease her, call her names and worst of all, take her solo's but strangely enough here they both were, not laughing at her, not just leaving her but actually being caring. Rachel opened her mouth but for a moment nothing would come out, she didn't want to have to say it again.
"There was ice, the car...it skidded, they couldn't..." Rachel mumbled out words, knowing that it made no sense but right now it was all she could offer the blonde who thankfully seemed to be able to put them together to work out what Rachel was trying to say.
Quinn stared back at Rachel as she mumbled out a response to her question, it was just enough for her to put the pieces together. Her dads had lost control of their car. Quinn scooted herself forward slightly and gripped Rachel's hands in her own.
"Rachel come on, let's get out of here" she started and frowned as Rachel firmly shook her head. Of course, she should have realised Rachel wasn't going to make this easy.
"Please, Rachel, you can't stay here. We can go to my house?" She offered up and let out a sigh of relief as the brunette eventually nodded her head. Smiling, Quinn stood herself up and extended her hand out to Rachel, she was slightly taken back when she shrugged it off. Quinn headed towards the door, pausing before she opened it to make sure Rachel had followed her. Satisfied that the girl wasn't going to run back and huddle in the corner, Quinn opened the door and was instantly met by Santana.
"I'm taking her back to mine, can you text the others?" She asked in a hushed whisper and was thankful when Santana nodded and fell back as she let Rachel and Quinn head out to the car park.