Hey guys, here is the next chapter. Sorry it took a bit longer then expected, I promise to get a chapter in everyday. Its a little bit longer and I hope I do justice. I am currently working on chapter 3 and half way done. So it should be up by tomorrow afternoon. Hope you guys enjoy :)
Chapter 2:
Arriving behind the bleachers, she sees Puck and Mike waiting for her, she smiles knowing that these to have been there for her not as concern friends, but as friends that help her take the guilt away.
"What's up Pucky what do you have today" She sat in-between Mike and Puck. The leather couch behind the bleachers was Puck's idea, he wanted to have a place where he could be comfortable whenever he needed to skip classes. As for Santana it has become her hiding spot, her escape from the real world.
"I hate when you call me that you know" He rolled his eyes and sent a death glare to Mike because he was laughing.
"Yeah but wheres the fun if I can't tease you. What about you Chang, what you got for me?" Ever since her brother's death she stopped calling Mike by his first name, it was to much of a reminder for her. At first Mike was concern because anything that reminded Santana of her brother she would just push aside and pretend it didn't exist. He made it his mission, along side Puck, to be there for Santana no questions asked.
"Well I was able to score these pills from one of my "close friend", they're suppose to like clear your head or something, help you with anxiety you know the basic stuff. I have two if you want."
"Pills? I've never..you with you guys it was just weed and alcohol the legal stuff" Her voice was calm, but if you knew her the way Puck knew her you could have notice that there was fear behind it.
She wanted it, she need it, she knew that she needed it. She need something that would help her with the pain, with the consent reminded that her brother wouldn't be there when she got home. Or the remind she has let her parents down. That she let Quinn down. But was this the way to escape? Was this the only way she would get through the day without trying to murder someone? But what if just one day wasn't enough, what if she needed more tomorrow or the next day? What if two days turned into five, what if five days turned into five week? What if five week turned into the rest of her life, just to escape the haunting memories of that night?
"San, I'm all for it, you know, you trying new things. But this is the next level of crazy, don't you think you should talk to someone? Maybe Quinn or your parents?" Puck's voice sound concern, but who would blame him, he stared at the small bag in Santana's hand and the death grip she had on it as if someone was stealing her life.
"They wouldn't understand Puck, its the same questions all the time How are you? Are you feeling better today? What are you feeling?" Her voice sounded soft, but behind it you could tell that she was pulling her walls back up. It would take more then just them to break through them.
"What do you tell them San?" Mike decided to cut in because he could tell that San was minutes away from ripping Puck's head off.
"That I'm fine, look I'm fine okay, this is just a little pick me up. You know for the basic stuff"
She decided to put the pills in her pocket, somewhere close incase she needed them.
"What are you staring at Chang?"
"How long has it been since you talked to Quinn?"
"A couple of days. Why?"
"Because she's marching over here like she's about to cause WWIII. Sorry San but I'm not going to be a witness to a murder, not when Quinn is doing the killing. I'll catch you later bye!" Mike ran out like if he was being chase with a chainsaw.
Santana turned to Puck and his eyes looked like a deer caught in headlights. "Yeah, umm, I, umm library! Bye!"
"Thanks! Such great friends I have"
"Santana where the hell have you been?! Do you have any idea how long I have been waiting for you at your locker?" Santana looked up at Quinn, she was wearing her cheerios uniform. She was carrying Santana's duffle soccer bag. She started wondering where Quinn got that, she remember that she threw it out after Michael's funeral.
"Let me guess mother dear called you all concern and shit." She rolled her eyes at her mother's actions. Her mother knows that if she couldn't get through Santana's thick head, that Quinn would.
"Your mami is only concern about you San, we all are, with the way things have been…" Quinn's body started shaking because she knew that she hit a nerve.
She was right, within minutes Santana was standing in front of her. "I don't need you or anyone to be concern about me!
"Look at you, look at the way you are acting! This isn't you!"
"You don't know me okay! Get off my back Quinn" Santana grabbed her bag from Quinn and search through it until she felt the pack of cigarettes, all she needed was a lighter, but before she could get one Quinn grabbed the pack threw them across the floor. That made Santana explode.
"What is your problem Quinn!? Why don't you just go back to your stupid cheerios practice and stupid perfect life!"
"What happen to you Tana, I don't even recognize you"
"Don't! Don't you dare call me that! You have no right to call me that!" Santana saw red when Quinn called her by that nickname. She was so angry that she didn't notice the death grip she had on Quinn's forearm. What made her let go was the fear Quinn had in her eyes. She didn't know what came over her, she was scared of herself, of the way she reacted.
"Quinn… Quinn I am so sorry.. I didn't.. I" Santana took a step to Quinn and Quinn took a step back.
"Why don't you let me help you?" Quinn's voice was so soft and teary.
"Because no one can help me, not anymore Quinn" Santana couldn't help the tears that we're coming down her face.
Quinn walked up to her and placed her hands on her cheeks, with her thumbs she wiped the tears "Its my job to help you San, I'm your best friend. Please tell me what's wrong"
Santana couldn't help but fall to her knees and Quinn fell with her. The guilt from that night came back, her chest was hurting and the tears started falling more. The memories came as a rush again. " I killed him Quinn! I killed Michael! He's dead because of me! Its all my fault! I killed him, I killed him. I'm sorry"
Santana's revelation was a shock to Quinn, she couldn't believe that her best friend blamed herself for her brother's death, all she could do in that moment was hug Santana tightly and not let go. " No you didn't San, its not your fault. It will never be your fault. I'm here baby, I'm here. I'm not going to leave you."
So what did you guys think? Good? Bad? Probably not the way you expected Quinn and Santana to interact. It'll probably be like that for a few more chapters. Flashbacks will be coming in soon. So until next time guys -Danger10
P.S: Im currently writing a cute flashback for the next chapter for Quinntana, I think you guys will like it.