You Can Talk To Me
Quinn woke up the next morning to the sound of her alarm clock, rolling over to a Latina-less bed beside her. 'Santana?' She managed to croak out, the time in the morning making it difficult for her to conjugate speech. The curtains were blowing back into the room, Quinn seeing that the sliding door was still open. She gingerly lifter herself out of bed and wiped the tiredness from her eyes as she made her way across the room. Stepping out into the cold, she noticed the flurry of brown hair being tussled in the wind. Santana was sitting in one of the chairs with her feet up on the railings. 'Have you been out here all night?' Quinn asked, pulling her arms around her body.
'Yeah.' Santana replied, as Quinn sat down in the chair next to her. She could see the bags under her friends eyes, and they were blood shot so she had been crying.
'You okay?' Quinn asked, looking down to the road below them. She always wondered why hotels in the middle of the cities needed balconies.
'No, I'm not.' Santana whispered, as she got up to leave. Quinn quickly grabbed her arm as she walked past her, the brunette looking down into her eyes.
'You can talk to me.'
'I know.' Quinn released her grip and let the smaller girl go. And watching her once again head for the bathroom, her heart broke. Not knowing what could have possible broken her friend so much.
The rest of the day was a blur. Quinn going through the motions as all she could think about was Santana. The amount of pain she had seen from one bad dream. No way it was a one off nightmare, and Quinn felt a sudden urge to help her, to be there for her. 'Okay that was a really good rehearsal guys.' Mr Schu was clapping, sending Quinn spiralling back to reality. She couldn't tell you which mind numbing ballad Finn and Rachel had been singing but she clapped along anyway. 'Now,' he looked at them seriously. 'You are free to enjoy the city, but, curfew is ten pm, no later or I'll be forced to suspend you. Everyone needs to meet in the lobby at ten for a head count okay.'
'Got it Mr Schu,' Sam said, jumping up and turning to Quinn. 'Dinner and a movie?' He grinned at her with his big lips.
'Oh, I was actually going to hang out with the girls tonight.' Quinn said innocently, just hanging out with the girls.
'Sure, I mean we can go out tomorrow right?'
'Yeah, great.' Quinn replied, before heading over to Brittany and Santana. 'So, what do you girls have planned tonight?'
'None of your business tubbers.' Santana replied.
'Don't be mean San,' she turned to Quinn, 'we were just going to hang out here for a while and sit in the lounge. Want to come with?'
'Sure,' Quinn beamed, Santana shooting her a look that said back the hell off. The blonde ignored this and followed the dancer down to the lounge.
It was a nice hotel, the chairs and tables all matched and there were games and books in a cupboard in the lounge. Brittany had been ecstatic as she rummaged through the shelves, managing to find hungry hippos. Sure the game was directed at six year olds but it made Brittany happy so the girls sucked it up and played with her. Quinn didn't stop staring at her the whole time, Brittany accusing her of not trying as her purple hippo managed to eat all of Quinn's blue hippo food. 'I'm sorry B, I'm just not good at this game.' She lied, as Santana stood up.
'I'm gonna call it a night guys, tired you know.' She smiled down at them, kissing Brittany on the head and saying goodnight before heading to the elevators.
'Is she okay Brit?' Quinn thought she would take advantage of this opportunity to do some digging. If anyone knew what was up with Santana it had to be her.
'Yeah, why?' Brittany didn't look up as she reset the game.
'She had a nightmare last night.' Brittany stopped, game pieces falling from her hands. 'Brit?'
'I have to go.' She abruptly jumped up and headed for her room.
'Brit..' Quinn called after her, but she had already vanished round the corner.