This is just so much fun to write. I didn't realize how much I loved the unholy trinity until I wrote this chapter. Anyway enjoy.
I reached under the heavy rug in front of Quinn's door. I pulled out the key and unlocked the door. I knew Quinn wasn't there but I also knew she would be back. She was probably just visiting her dad, out there trying to scrap up pieces of her childhood. I plopped down on her couch and sat there for a while, debating whether to turn on the TV or steal some of Quinn's food.
I almost dozed off when I heard a door creak open. Crap, Brittany must be home, how could I be so stupid? The blond walked in the living room and sat down next to me. She didn't say anything to me which was surprising. I looked over at her and wondered how she felt about the kiss last night.
"High or low Britt?" I asked her quietly. That was the way I usually started off any of our conversations. It was like an unwritten law between us. Brittany was different. Ever since the incident last year, nothing has been the same with her. She began taking prescription drugs last year, antidepressants I think. They would mellow her out but I didn't think it was right. It wasn't normal when she was low, it was like she wasn't even there in her skin. Quinn hated it too, but her mom made her take those drugs.
"Low…real low." She said resting her head against the back of the couch and staring up at the ceiling.
"What are you feeling?" I asked her curiously. She didn't look at me, but I reached out and grab her hand. It was cold, and her piercing blue eyes shot over to me when I touched her.
"I don't feel anything." I looked down at our hands touching wondering when she would pull back. Wasn't she angry about taking all those stupid pills? I know that I would be pissed if someone was trying to control how I feel. "I wish I could feel something." My heart was literally breaking as I watched her look around her own apartment like she'd never been there before.
"Come on." I told her standing up and pulling her up with me. She was too dazed to walk at the same pace as me so I picked her up and began walking towards her bathroom. I set her down on the edge of her bathtub and she just stared up at me, like she was waiting for me to make a big move. I flung open the medicine cabinet and began pulling out pill bottles.
"What are you doing?" Brittany asked wobbling over towards me. She grabbed her pill bottles and slammed them down on the ground. She looked angry now, and even though it scared me, a part of me was happy that she was feeling something. I leaned down and picked up the bottles and flipped open the toilet.
"I know you hate these pills." I said. I began opening the bottles one by one and dumping the contents in the toilet. Brittany didn't smile or frown she just watched me. "I don't care what the doctor's say; they shouldn't drown you in this shit. It's not right." Once all the pills had been dumped I flushed them down and put the empty pill bottles in the trashcan.
"Why did you kiss me yesterday?" Brittany asked once the room had gone completely silent. I closed the lid on the toilet and sat down on it. Brittany returned to her seat on the edge of the bathtub.
"Because I wanted to." She must not have had the energy to call me out on my stupid answer because she didn't say anything.
"What the fuck is going on here?" Quinn said barging into the bathroom. I stood up to try and calm her down but she grabbed me around the collar and pressed my back up against the wall. I pushed her back but didn't hit her like I would anyone else.
"Quinn! Chill the fuck out!" I told her fixing my shirt.
"What are you doing in here?" Quinn asked. Her hazel eyes were scanning the room but I didn't know why. I always came over to her house and she knew that. "Are those Britt's' pills!" She fell to her knees and began digging frantically through her trash can. Checking each bottle to see if it was empty. "What the fuck Pez?"
"She doesn't want to take that shit, I mean look at her, she's like a zombie." I tried explaining to Quinn, but she had that fury in her eyes that wasn't going to go away. I knew it was stupid of me to toss the pills, but I felt like I had to. Quinn turned and glanced at her sister, she was now standing in the doorway. Her eyes didn't look like they had before, she looked afraid now.
"She has to take them, that's what the doctors said. If she takes them then she won't have to think about what happened." Quinn rationalized, mostly to herself. I wasn't about to believe that for one second.
"You know that's not true!" I snapped. "I was there, no one would be able to forget that, especially not her."
"Shut up! Everyone just shut up! You guys aren't allowed to tell me how I feel okay? Only I can say that! Only I can feel like this!" Quinn and I were equally shocked by Brittany's words. Our mouths hung open even when Brittany bolted and ran to her room slamming the door behind her. I'd never seen Brittany lose her cool like that, and it was nothing less than scary. Quinn looked over at me giving me the cruelest look her soft face could muster up. Just as she was about to leave me alone in the bathroom I reached out and grabbed her shoulder.
"I was only trying to look out for her." I said.
"Why? Because you think I can't? She's my sister not yours okay? I get why you're doing this alright." She exited the bathroom but I followed her into her modest kitchen space. She reached into her refrigerator and grabbed two sodas. She tossed one to me and we opened them at the same time.
"Okay then tell me why I'm doing this." I urged her.
"Maybe it's because that night I wasn't there to protect Brittany. It was one mistake, it was just one night." Quinn said gulping down half of her soda and leaning up against the counter.
"One night can change everything." I whispered before I took a sip of my soda. The tension was lifted, even though neither of us actually apologized. I could hear Brittany in her room listening to Adele and I thought to myself that those songs would only depress her more. "So I saw that Rachel girl today at the food bank." I said watching Quinn in amusement as she quirked one of her eyebrows.
"Wow, awkward much? What'd she say to you?" Quinn asked.
"She practically called me a charity case. Whatever, she had the guts to try and take the redline…chicks got balls." I said and Quinn nodded.
"Or she's just stupid." Quinn suggested.
"Yep she's just one of those rich kids looking for an escape from her perfect little world. I will never understand why they do that." I looked at my watch and saw that it was getting late. I hadn't told Quinn about meeting up with Puck tonight yet and I didn't know if this was a good time to ask. "Puck's thinking of meeting at Winton's…" It was enough just to throw the idea out there, Quinn didn't need further explanation.
"This is so stupid Santana." Quinn said rolling her eyes.
"But you're not saying no…" I smirked and so did Quinn.
"Let's kick it, I could use some more drama to spice things up." I loved Quinn attitude, it's literally what kept me afloat sometimes. The good thing was I needed her as much as she needed me and that's why we worked. She wasn't just my best friend, she was more than that. She's the only person I could trust, she's the only one I could count on.
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