Once behind closed doors, Santana made her way to her room, it was the only place that she could feel safe, as soon as she turned that lock, the real Santana came out. It was the only place she didn't have to keep up a facade. She took her earphone out and hooked her iPod into the dock, the music filled the room and sooth the girl. Music was her rock for every situation. The loud music seemed to calm her, they drowned out her demons. She cast her mind back to the sleeping angel that she left alone and let the tears fall silently. She lay down on her back and ran her hand over head repeatedly. She couldn't shake the thought of what she just did, the fact she felt so good about it but so bad about it. Manic thoughts flew from one corner of her mind to the obis of another. The voices never stopped.
She stood up and made her way to the bathroom, slowly she walked to the sink, she seen the girl on the other side of the mirror but that girl was not the girl Santana recognised. The bags of her eyes were deep, she was too skinny and she looked tired constantly. This had to stop. Santana bent down and shifted through the medicine cupboard until she came to a bottle of painkillers "jack pot" she pooped the cap and took 2, she felt it numbed the voices a little. She got into the shower and let the water wash the guilt off of her.
Quinn awoke lazily, she stretched her arm out to feel for Santana but to her amazement the space is empty. She knew this would happen. Quinn stood up and put her belonging back, she made her way to the kitchen only to find a note from Santana. "She's sorry, huh. For what? Being a coward of blending into her facade" with a sour taste in her mouth Quinn took the pizza and made her way to her room. She had a shit load of pizza to compensate for the bitterness she felt for Santana. Quinn couldn't get her head around the girl, she thought she the girl inside and out, but recently something had changed and she knew it was for the worst.
Once her pizza was done she climbed into the shower and rinsed the day off her, once she was done, Quinn put on her normal clothes. She wasn't ready for bed just yet. Once she was dressed she made her way to her car and drove well over the limit to get to sans home.
The car pulled up with a screech in Santana's drive. The blond knew all too well that this would get a reaction from sans mother. She was right. As soon as Quinn got out of the car, she could see a brunette women peering out the window. Quinn sent a wave to her and the gesture was returned. With that Quinn made her way inside in a hurry. "Hey, miss L, how's it going ?" "I'm doing well dear, are you here to see Santana or me" both girls chuckled. "She's in her room, go on up" with the dismissal Quinn rushed upstairs to san's door. "San, open up" Quinn was banging on the door by this point. "Ughhhh, what are you doing here" the door swung open and a furious looking Santana stood. "I'm here to make sure that you are okay" "I'm fine Q, go home" Quinn didn't pay any attention the girl and barged on in. "close the door s" Santana did as she was told.
The girls both made awkward eye contact before either one said a word. Quinn was first to break the silence. "How come you left?" Santana dropped her eyes to the floor. "You knew I wouldn't have stayed Q, why are you acting like this is a problem, it was a mistake" she look dead on in the eyes with her best friend. They both studied each other's facial expressions for a moment. "s, don't be like that, you know I only want what's best for you, and you shutting yourself up in your room and running from the truth is not healthy and it's the cowards way out, what happened to my best friend, the girl that took no shit from anyone and could have fun without running off like a little bitch." Quinn had tears rolling down her cheeks. "I am that girl and don't you dare say that I changed, fuck you Q. The truth is, I just grew up, and maybe you should do the same too. Don't act as if you know me all that well, truth is you know fuck all" Quinn looked defeated, "tell me then S, what's wrong. I'm here" pleading with her best friend, Quinn thought she could at least figure out where all this was coming from. "No. You weren't there when I needed you, now your here and I don't need you. Just leave. You're embarrassing yourself." Quinn was shocked, she had never been spoken to in that tone. "Where was I ? I was right here the whole time, you just blocked me out, how could I be there when you don't return my calls, texts, tweets or messages. Do you know what san, you're just too fucked up for me to deal with, first you turn secretive, then you always seem to be distant, then the alcohol and now the cheating and lying. Admit to yourself that something's changed in you and once you're ready to apologise let me know, have a nice life." Quinn ran downstairs and straight into her car, she stepped on the gas and made her way home, once she was inside she made her way to her room and buried herself within the blankets, she hated fighting with Santana.
As soon as Quinn had left, her words had sunk into to Santana, she hated it, and so she pooped another few tablets. Just enough to help her sleep. She lay down on her bed as her eyelids closed bit by bit.