A/N: Hello! I'm so sorry this chapter took so long; I had a huge paper I needed to spend all my "writing brain" on. I'll try to get the next one up faster! And again, thanks for the reviews! It means so much.

As for pairings, I'm still undecided. I may do an "unexpected" pairing, maybe Santana/Artie, Santana/Mike or even Santana/Tina, but that won't come until later. Background pairings will be just that, in the background, and won't really be a huge part of the story.

This chapter has more Santana/Quinn friendship. For those who don't really like Quinn, as of this point she's going to be a bit of a major character in the story. I needed someone for Santana to open up with, and I picture them as having a long shared history. Even if you don't like her, I hope you all enjoy the story and their friendship here!

Hope you like this!

Brittany, Puck, and Claire headed down the hospital hallway. Claire leads them to room 215, knocking lightly on the door before entering. "Hello? S?"

Santana was sitting in the bed with a bored look on her face, fiddling with the television remote. "Claire? What are you doing here? Did you come to break me out? Don't let the nurses see you or I'll never get to leave."

Claire ignores the comment and instead rushes over to her little sister, giving her a hug and kiss on her forehead. "Oh princess, how are you feeling? Mom and Dad called me, I came as soon as I could. All your friends are so worried; they're all out in the waiting room."

"I want to leave this place. I don't even hurt, I don't know why I'm here. And what friends? They hate me."

"They do not hate you. See look, Britt and Puck are right here," Claire announced, moving out of the way so Santana could see the two teenagers behind her.

"Hi S."

"What are you doing here, Puck? And Britts, I can see you."

Brittany moved the hands covering her face, while Puck moved closer to her bed. "I just had to make sure you were okay. Brittany and I were so scared. Why did you try to fight Lauren?"

Santana rolled her eyes. She really didn't feel like getting into that right now. "I had my reasons, okay? Just drop it. I'm fine."

Puck didn't believe her, but he knew when to drop the subject. He'll talk to her about it another time, when she's healed. "Um, okay."

Brittany was still standing off to the side. While Puck had moved to one of the chairs to the side of Santana's bed, and Claire had sat down cross-legged on the foot of the bed, Brittany stood near the door, as if she was ready to dart any second. Puck looked back at her. "Don't you want to come over here and talk to S, Brittany?"

She hesitated, before nodding and inching closer. She looked unsure, but made her way over to the bed anyway. Santana sat up straighter, eying the blonde curiously. "What do you need, B?"

Santana honestly didn't know why she was there. Puck being there she could understand, he always had been extremely concerned for her. Even when he put others before her, she knew he would still worry about her; the question was whether or not he would show it. Brittany, on the other hand, had recently been ignoring her. She put Artie first, and never had time for Santana anymore. Santana didn't really blame her. Why should Brittany spend time with her when she had a boyfriend who would do anything for her? Brittany probably didn't even realize she was neglecting Santana. So what changed? Why wasn't she in the waiting room with him?

"I-I thought you died," Brittany quietly admits to her friend. Santana gave a small, sardonic laugh, throwing her head back onto the pillow as she did. "You can't get rid of me that easily, B."

Brittany opened her mouth to say something more, then closed it again. She saw that Santana was her old self again, and she felt relieved. Her San was still okay, and didn't need her anymore. She smiled at the Latina.

Claire scooted up on the bed, practically sitting on top of her baby sister. "You're not okay," she whispers to her. "I can tell."

Santana growled. "I am FINE. Why won't anyone believe me? I just want to go HOME."

"Are Mr. Michael and Mrs. Kate still checking up on you while mom and dad are gone?"

She paused before she answered. "Yes. But not as much as they used to, thank God."

Claire nodded at her sister, before jumping off the bed. "I'm going to go get Mia and Ellie! They miss you. And I'll get Quinn too." Santana smiled at this, before remembering they weren't getting along so well these days. She pushed that thought out of her head. She wasn't sure if it was her concussion or the pain medication she was on making her change her mind on her previous opinion of Quinn, but she kinda wanted to be friends again. They had known each other forever, and she missed the level of comfort they had with each other. They both knew the other was a bitch, yet loved each other anyway. They didn't always get along, but had always previously made up and gone back to being best friends. She didn't see why this time should be any different.

Brittany and Puck each pressed one more kiss to Santana's head before following Claire out of the room. As soon as they left, Santana pressed the button that would administer her more pain medicine. She hurt, but she didn't want anyone to know. She just wanted to go home.

"Hey San." Quinn walked into the room holding one of her nieces. A closer look ensured it was Ellie, the twin who, personality-wise, took after her. Santana held her arms out for the baby, ignoring the pain in her extended shoulder and ribs. Quinn handed over the baby and laid down next to Santana on the bed. "Don't even pretend you're okay. I know you're not."

Santana ignored this, instead choosing to ask where her sister and other niece were.

"She went to go feed Mia. She said to tell you she'll be here in like 15 minutes. Anyway, I have one question for you."

Santana looked at her with tired eyes. "I possess the right to not answer if I don't want to." Quinn just looked at her, and asked, "Why have you been so different lately? I mean, I know you would never back down from a fight, but you would never start one over a guy. And after you blamed me for telling Coach about your "surgery", which I didn't do, you didn't seem to want to be friends anymore. But that's what we do. We hurt each other, then make up and be friends again. I know it's not healthy, but it's what we do. And I've known you for so long I know something is wrong. So, spill. I want to be close again, but you need to talk to me."

The girl being questioned just looked down at the peaceful baby in her arms. She didn't know how to answer. She wasn't surprised Quinn had figured out something was wrong, they'd known each other literally forever, but she didn't know how to tell her. She wasn't even sure if she knew herself. Santana just looked up at Quinn, not saying anything. She knew her friend would understand.

Quinn sighed, and smoothed Santana's hair away from her face. "Can you just promise to tell me when you figure it out? I don't know what happened, but I think someone hurt you. I don't know how, but I think that's what's wrong." She examined Santana as she talked, watching her facial expressions as she expressed her thoughts. "Okay? We don't have to talk about that anymore. I know you don't like to be all deep and everything."

Santana nodded thankfully, and closed her eyes for a minute. "I'll try to talk to you. Not now though. Don't tell anybody, but my head is killing me." Quinn smiled, knowing the olive branch she had extended was being accepted. "You're so stubborn. Here, let me take the baby, I'll go turn on some music." She walked over to the TV, putting on a classical music station, and heading over to the chair in the corner to sit with the baby. Santana fell asleep within minutes.

As soon as Santana was obviously down for awhile, at least, Claire came in, bouncing the other baby. "Is everything okay?"

"Yeah, she just fell asleep. When does she get to go home?"

"Tomorrow at the very earliest, but probably in a few more days. I'm going to stay with her for a week or so until our parents get back. I don't want the neighbors to have to drop their whole lives to look after her. Anyway, let's go back to the waiting room. I'm going to take the girls home and put them to bed, my husband should be home by now to watch them."

Quinn nodded. "Okay, I think I'm going to stay here with her tonight. I'm sure Puck or someone will stay with me. Let's go."

The two girls walk out of the room, each with a baby. Quinn wondered what was wrong with Santana more and more with every step out of the hospital room she took. No matter what it was, she made a vow to herself to find out and help fix her friend. Now she just had to rely on Santana to let her.

I hope you enjoyed! What do you guys think is wrong with Santana? Also, what do you want to see in this story (friendships, events, ect.)? Let me know!