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Santana had woken up an hour or two after they had went to sleep, when she opened her eyes she was a little disappointed to find that Quinn was still laying next to her.

The Latina didn't get it.

Yeah, she was in the car with her when it happened, but she didn't understand why she could see Quinn and no one else could.

It didn't make sense, none of it made sense.

And she had been hoping that it was all a dream, she had been hoping that she'd close her eyes and wake up to find Quinn in her own room, awake. In face each time she went to sleep on her dad's orders of 'rest' she had fallen asleep hoping that Quinn would be in her own room, that she wouldn't be in this situation at all.

"Quinn." She whispered.

The girl didn't open her eyes.

So, Santana tapped her, "Q." She said.

"Hmm?" Was the reply.

Santana sighed, "can you leave, or are you stuck in the hospital?"

Quinn squinted her hazel eyes before siting up and scratching her head, "are you wanting me to leave?"

"No." The Latina shook her head, "that's not what I meant." She sighed, "I was just wondering if you were confined in the hospital or if you are able to leave?"

"Oh." Quinn shrugged, "I'm not sure. I wouldn't know where to go."

"School."

"Why?"

The raven haired girl shrugged, "there's gotta be a reason you're here." She eyed her friend carefully, "a reason you're not dead. A reason you're not in Limbo or whatever it's called."

Quinn furrowed her eyebrows, because she hadn't really thought about that, "yeah."

"Yeah." Santana said. "So, you should take a walk, see if there's something you've forgotten to do."

"Unfinished business?"

Santana swallowed hard, as she suddenly felt sick. Didn't ghosts normally have unfinished business? And once they finished that unfinished business didn't they dissappear for good?

"You want me to leave?" Quinn repeated.

Santana's brown eyes locked with Quinn's hazel ones as she shook her head, "no, you're not gonna die." She whispered.

Quinn just stared at her.

"Maybe there's a way to find out about whatever it is you're still here for and not fix it." Santana suggested, "that way you don't die, you know?"

And Quinn didn't really understand but she nodded anyway, "I suppose."

"Either that, or maybe you're unfinished business is what'll make you wake up again." She shook her head, "but what if it doesn't?"

"San?"

"Damn it!" The darker girl whispered harshly, "I don't know what to do." She shook her head, "I don't know what you're supposed to do. I don't know what to tell you."

"Santana-"

"I don't know why I can see you!'

Quinn's jaw slammed shut as she watched her friends eyes dance around the room, "I don't know what I'm supposed to do." The girl whispered again.

The blonde stood up, "I should go." she said, "I can't," she shook her head, "I can't do this to you." She said, "you don't have to put up with this. I can't make you help me." She grabbed Santana's hand, "don't worry about it anymore." She whispered comfortingly. "I'll take care of myself."

Santana eyed her a moment, "I can't just ignore it all." She told her, "I'll feel terrible if I can't help you. I'm the only one who can see you, I'm the only one who can talk to you. That's gotta mean something, I just don't know what." She sighed, "I can't just go on knowing that I may be able to help you with this."

Quinn let go of the girls hand, "maybe there is nothing to do. I'll eventually die right?" She tried.

Santana nodded, "maybe." She said, "but why would you want that?" She wondered, "especially if there's something for you to do about it."

Quinn couldn't answer.

She didn't know how.

"Try to leave, to get a lead. Just leave the hospital because I'm sure that whatever the hell it is that you must do, it's not here." Santana told her, "it's not in this hospital."

Quinn had ended up at school, she had hitched a ride in a taxi (along with some arguing couple who couldn't see her) and she had gotten out while the vehicle drove past the school, she just opened the door and lept from the car. She fell to her knees and felt the flesh tear and when she stood up they buckled a bit from the pain and a little blood traveled down her leg, but it didn't matter. She was healing before she even took her first step toward the school stairs.

As she pushed the door open the bell rang signaling kids to go to their next class. Quinn made her way down the hallway stopping at her locker, "Finn?" She whispered noticing the boy sitting on the floor across the hall. She walked over to him sitting down next to the boy. "Why aren't you in class?"

Finn was staring at the wall ahead of him, intently, like he was trying to figure something out. "I'm sorry." He whispered.

Quinn furrowed her eyebrows, "what?" She looked at the wall ahead of them as well, but she saw nothing.

"I try to be good." Finn whispered, "I try to love her as I should. I chose her afterall, but I can't get Quinn out of my mind."

At the sound of her name Quinn's head whipped back toward the boy.

"I love her, and I shouldn't because she doesn't deserve me...she never did." He scoffed, "she deserves someone who won't dump her at a funeral or look at another girl while he's dating her."

"You love me?"

"If I don't get the chance to-" He shook his head, "she has to wake up." He said, "she can't die."

"I'm not dead." Quinn told him.

And for a minute he was looking at her.

Quinn's eyes opened widely, because he was staring at her, like he could see her.

But it only lasted a moment before he turned back toward the wall.

"Finn." Quinn whispered.

"I can't stop loving her and if I don't get the chance to tell her again," He shook his head, "I love Rachel, and I never wanted to hurt her but Quinn can't die." He shook his head, "you can't die." It was a whisper but it was loud and clear to Quinn.

And Quinn squinted at him, "can you see me?"

The boy didn't answer, instead he just stood up pulling his backpack with him and carried on toward class.

"Finn." Quinn called after him.

He didn't turn around, he didn't seem to hear her, but Quinn had heard him say 'you' he had said 'you can't die' like he was sitting next to her bed in the hospital talking to her.

He had looked at her, and he had looked into her eyes.

"Can you see me?" She asked the open air.

So, not sure how it turned out, I'm a little distracted at the moment, watching TV along with writing probably isn't the brightest idea...

...anyway, please review!