Ok so again, I split this chapter in two, because it's leading to something I want to be able to warn people about before they read on, (the second part will be up within the hour of this one being posted fyi.) Originally, the title of this fic was supposed to be, A Time to Remember, A Time to forget, but the title was too close to another fic I wrote and I wanted to separate them a bit. Of course, I really loved this title so I wanted to share it with all of you.
Sleeping was the last thing Santana could do, but Quinn wasn't picking up her phone so there was no way in telling where she ran off to. She tried calling Brittany, Mercedes, even Puck, but they had already left and hadn't heard from her either. Santana decided to get change and walk around the lobby. She didn't bring anything special to wear since she was originally planning to go home for one more night before heading back to the city the next day and just threw on her jeans and a tight Pat Benatar t-shirt, then headed for the door; thankful that Quinn didn't take the spare key with her when she stormed out.
There was no sign of Quinn in the main lobby or the deck area, so Santana headed over to the bar. It was still early in the day so no one was at the bar, but the restaurant was open so she decided to take a look around. Santana was relieved when she saw Quinn sitting in the back corner of the restaurant having a drink and staring out the window. Quinn was so involved in her thoughts that she didn't even notice Santana was there until she sat down across from her.
"Jesus, I thought you were tired."
"Sorry, I startled you, I couldn't sleep." Santana looked over at Quinn who had already turned her head away from her again. "And did you actually expect me to, obviously something is bothering you. Was it just a dream or is it something worse?" Santana cocked her head and Quinn was clearly trying to hold back tears. "It's something worse, isn't it?" Quinn turned back to look Santana in the eyes.
"It's nothing; I haven't had those nightmares in months. I should have known after getting all worked up with Brain yesterday it would have triggered them to come back."
"Did that so called sweet x of yours do something to you?" Santana asked becoming furious.
"Santana please calm down," Quinn started taking a glance around the restaurant, "and no, Brain never laid a hand on me." Santana took a deep breath, reached over the table, and took a hold of Quinn's hands.
"Something happened toward the end of your freshman year, didn't it?" Not only could Quinn not hold her tears back anymore, but shock showed up all over her face.
"How do you figure that?" Santana did her best to hide the hurt she felt from seeing Quinn so broken and lifted up her hand to wipe away a few of Quinn's tears.
"Because that's when you shut all of us out. We barely spoke to you, let alone saw you." Quinn closed her eyes, hoping to shut her tears off. "Quinn what happened? You can tell me." But she just shook her head.
"Can I get you something to drink?" The waiter asked, popping up out of nowhere. Santana's head snapped up at him.
"Really? Does this look like a good time to butt in and take a drink order?" The waiter, of course, looked terrified as Santana's eyes refused to blink as she glared up at him.
"I'm sorry miss," he answered as he scampered off, getting a slight chuckle out of Quinn. Santana looked over at her still annoyed.
"I'm sorry about the pompous idiot."
"It's ok."
"I guess it's a good thing I don't plan on drinking anything, although I don't know if he even has the balls to give me a loggie special." Although Santana was trying to lighten the mood a bit, Quinn's laughter came to a complete halt.
"What did I say?" She let slip out, Santana assumed she was referring to her nightmare, but she wanted to be absolutely certain.
"While you were sleeping?" Quinn paused for a moment and then began to nod. Santana looked at Quinn and felt tears of her own starting to build up, but she knew there was no way she could start getting emotional, she needed to be the strong, resilient Santana now. "You were screaming, stay away from me, and get your fucking hands off me." Quinn had a hard time catching her breath as she stared off into emptiness while her body appeared to go limp. Santana went over and sat next to her, slowly putting her arm around the fragile blonde.
"Come on Q, let's head back to the room." Somehow, Quinn gave her a light nod as Santana gently took her hand, and guided her out of the restaurant.