22/01/2012 11:16:00

Oh my word, I'm so sorry for not updating sooner guys! But y'know, real life happened and stuff :D Trust me, I'd live in this universe if I could hehe. Anyway, here's the next instalment for all you lovely readers & reviewers!

4. Depression

Santana. Why did Quinn always have to bitch to her when she had problems? Like she didn't have enough of her own. Brittany was upset with her for not taking her to see a movie last night and she was being punished with silence from the blonde. But that had to take a back seat for a moment while another blonde invaded her bedroom and proceeded to flop onto her bed face first.

"No, please, come in Quinn…" She rolled her eyes and turned back to her desk. She was trying to find a song to sing to Brittany to make up for her mistake. Yes, it was incredibly Rachel Berry-esque but for some reason, it always worked. She wasn't about to question why. A loud, rather exaggerated sigh emanated in the room. Rolling her eyes again, Santana shut the laptop with force and swivelled around to her bed.

"Ay dios mio, woman if you need to talk, talk! Don't just use my room as a place to dwell in your shittiness." No response came from the collapsed girl. No one ignored Santana. She picked up a pencil from her desk and jabbed a bare lower leg that was hanging off the edge of the bed.

"Ow! Damnit Santana!"

"Wow someone's pissy."

"No I'm not, you just stabbed me! Uncalled for."

"You're definitely pissy… which means you're frustrated…"

"Oh for the love of…" The blonde threw her hands up and flopped back down onto red satin sheets. Seriously, Santana needed to stop watching so much porn. Her bedroom was beginning to look like a film set.

"So!" Santana stood sharply from her seat, pencil tapping against her chin, pacing the floor. All she needed was a trench coat and magnifying glass and she'd be set. "You're frustrated. But about what? Can't be school – you get straight A's… Something at home? Hmm, doubt it. You and your mom seem to be getting on well now…"

Quinn zoned out. She'd had enough of Santana's analysing. All she wanted to do was to see her best friend and maybe talk to her about something that's been bothering her. It usually took a lot to make Quinn discuss issues, so for her to seek Santana out meant it was big. Problem was, the blonde wasn't all too sure what her issues were.

"…I give up. I can't read minds. And if I could, I'd read Brittany's, not yours. I don't wanna know what fucked up shit you've got going on in there."

Staring at the ceiling, Quinn rolled her eyes and eventually closed them.

"Whatever S. It doesn't matter. I'll see you at school tomorrow." The blonde got into a sitting position before Santana stopped her. Concern was written all over her face, which brought a slight pang in Quinn's heart; at least one person cared about her.

"Hey, woah now. I didn't mean leave. You're gonna sit your ass there until you tell me what's bugging you. And I mean that. I once made Brittany do the same. She didn't leave my room for two days."

"What the hell? S, that's pretty rough, even for you."

"Yeah I know. What made it worse was that when she finally decided to tell me what was wrong, it turned out that she'd burnt some toast she was making for some ducks. And yes, I explained that ducks ate bread, not toast. To which she replied, 'but they need a varied diet, bread's so boring!'" A small smile appeared on Santana's lips. Her girlfriend was weird, but she loved her so. "She felt guilty for starving the ducks."

Quinn snorted and tried to hold in a smirk. She failed and received a light smack from her friend.

"Back to the issue." She pointed forcefully at the blonde, who's expression fell immediately. "Hang on… you're not pissy or frustrated. Usually when you are, you either vent when you enter my room – which you've now learned a lesson after you walked in on me and Britt," An apologetic look was passed from Quinn, "Or completely shut everyone out and skulk around. This time you've chosen to come to me, but barely said two words…"

Quinn fidgeted with her hands, messing with her nails, with a blank expression on her face. Santana's mouth dropped open. She had her answer.

"You… you're depressed?"

A shrug.

"We're gonna need hot chocolate."

The two best friends sat facing each other on Santana's large bed. Quinn had yet to speak, which the brunette thought was slightly frustrating but knew better than to push her into anything. However, it had been 45 minutes of silence, and Santana's patience was fading. Probing gently, she nudged Quinn with her foot.

"Hey," The blonde peered up from her empty mug, "You ready to talk? Don't mean to be pushy, but I kinda gotta sleep sometime."

Quinn released a small smile and a sigh towards her friend. Her friend, who she trusted deeply. She needed to do this.

"I guess so. Trouble is, I don't really know what's going on either. I'm not sure how much talking to you is going to help."

"Least we could do is try, okay? So let's think logical. Damn, how much do I sound like a therapist… Anyway, when did you start feeling down?"

"Uh, I suppose it started last week? Maybe the week before?"

"Okay, do you remember anything big happening? Anything significant?"

"Wow, big words for you S."

"Don't make me bitch slap it out of you."

"Fine. Well, the only major thing I remember going on was Rachel breaking up with Finn."

"Hold up. Okay first, why is that important enough for you to remember? Second, you don't have anything else in you life so you have to take interest in others? And third, since when did you start calling her Rachel?" Out of the three questions, Santana seemed the most pissed at the last one. Quinn shook her head slightly at her friend. Trust her to focus on the least important aspect.

"Damn S, nothing quite like the Spanish inquisition. Okay firstly, I have other things going on in my life, thank you. But that's for another time. Secondly, they broke up almost right in front of me. I nodded off in the choir room. When I woke up, there they were stood arguing by the piano."

"Oh so that's why you stayed behind that day…"

"Yeah, thanks for checking I wasn't dead. Anyway, lastly, I call her Rachel because we're sorta… friends. She's pretty okay when you get to know her. And past the self-obsessed quality. Some parts of her personality are quite endearing."

As Quinn recalled the things she liked about the diva, a gentle smile rose on her lips. And of course, Santana caught it.

"Y'know, you could've just said that it was her name."

"Huh?"

"Rachel's name, you could've said that it was just that instead of reeling of the things you like about her. Now you've got me interested…"

"Seriously? That's the one thing you've singled out in that whole conversation? Some therapist you are."

"Shut it blondie. There's a deeper issue here. Okay, so Rachel. Has anything else happened with her lately?"

"Well, I think Finn is trying to win-"

"No, no, I mean with you. You and Rachel."

Immediately, the blonde blushed. The memory of the incident in the choir room came flooding back. It still haunts her sometimes when she's sat in the exact chair it happened. Talking in her sleep is embarrassing enough, but doing it when she's have a sex dream? About Rachel? While she was in the room? The silence had lasted long enough for Santana to question it.

"Spill. What happened between you and Ber- uh Rachel?"

As the blonde explained, Santana sat captivated with the information being fed to her. Halfway through talking, she'd realised what was bugging Quinn. And three-quarters of the way through, she'd come up with a plan. By the end, the brunette had a devilish smirk on her face.

"Okay, now you look like a bad guy from James Bond. You just need a cat to stroke. Oh, how about Brittany's pus-"

"Don't even… Kudos though, that was quite witty. For a blonde."

"Enough bitching, what was the crazy grin for?" The evil smile returned immediately upon Santana's face. It was going to take some convincing for Quinn to play along but she was up for a challenge.

"As your therapist Q, I have taken all that you've told me into consideration." Santana adopted her best doctor tone as she addressed Quinn. "And my conclusion, Ms Fabray, is that you have rather a large crush on one Rachel Berry. AKA Midget."

Quinn tilted her head and adorned a 'what the hell' expression.

"It took you the best part of five hours to tell me that I like Rachel? Jesus Christ Santana, I kinda had an idea that I did! Did you not hear me explain my dream? And what did I say about calling her names? She's no midget. She's got legs from here to the moon…"

"Okay, if that's not enough proof you're gay for Berry, I don't know what the fuck is."

"Fuck you."

"Oh wow, she's really got your panties in a twist, huh? Look, calm your tits and relax. We'll figure something out."

The confused blonde frowned at Santana.

"What do you mean, 'we'll figure something out'? There's nothing either of us can do. And don't even think about setting some ridiculous plan in action. Rachel's definitely not interested in girls. Finn is enough proof of that."

"Oh, come on. We both know she doesn't love Finnocence. She just wanted him because he fit the profile. If you prove to her that you can do just as good a job as him, but go a step further and make her feel loved, you'll get her on our team in a flash."

"Well, thanks S, but I doubt it'll be that simple. Nope, I think I'll just let things play out. If something's going to happen between me and Rachel, then it'll happen. I'm leaving it up to fate this time, every other time I've meddled it's only bit me in the ass." Quinn flopped back down on the bed and contemplated the past few hours. Santana gazed at her best friend with a gentle smile and soft eyes. She knew that, subconsciously, Quinn would get whatever she wanted; that's just how she was. All Santana was trying to do was hurry up the process so she could get on with her own damn problems…

So, one more step for Quinn to get through. How will she handle it? Will she get what she wants? How will Rachel react?

Stay tuned for the next one folks – 5. Acceptance.

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