A/N: Hey guys, sorry that this is short I just needed a little set up chapter.
Quinn's POV:
All throughout church the only thing I could think about was last night. The conversation that I so royally messed up with kept replaying in my mind. I kept beating myself up and thinking of what I should've said. I also knew that I had to fix the damage I'd done. But first I'd have to figure out exactly how she was feeling about things which was really hard considering that she won't speak.
I swear she's the only person out there more stubborn than me.
But now we were finally home and I hadn't come up with a single solution to my problem. I had, however, figured out that I need to talk to Santana right away to see how she was feeling today. I walked upstairs the second I got home and opened the door to Santana's room.
How typical of those two.
Brittany and Santana were curled up against each other sleeping on the bed. I smiled at the sight, it was good that Santana had Brittany; she really needed someone she could just relax like this with. I looked over at the tv and saw that the menu screen for the Lion King was on.
I should've figured they would watch this.
I walked over and turned it off before leaving the room to let them sleep. Talking to her could wait, I needed more time to think things over anyway.
Back in my room I sat at my vanity mirror and looked at the photos stuck into it. The first one that caught my eye was a photo of me and Puck. It was in glee club when I was seven months or so pregnant. We looked happy and I could see from the look in his eyes that he loved me. Throughout that whole pregnancy and awhile after I tried so hard to love him. I wanted to love him, he was actually a good guy and really stuck his neck out for me. If it weren't for the whole lesbian issue I really think I would have loved him.
I laughed as memories of Santana and I fighting over Puck flooded into my mind. That first night we baby sat Santana was sexting him. I'm not sure what made me more angry, the fact that the father of my child was messing with another girl while trying to be with me or that Santana was giving her attention to him and not me. Now that I think about me, maybe she tried to take him from me because she just didn't want to see anyone else with me. Actually, now that I think about it, all the problems the two of us have ever had were probably based off our feelings for one another and the jealousy that it brought.
Except for the whole boob job fight, I was just desperate to be back on the Cheerios then. She didn't need it though, I mean not that they don't look great now but they looked great before too...
I shook my head and chased away those thoughts. If I was supposed to be keeping myself from telling Santana about my feelings for her then I probably shouldn't torture myself by flauting them mentally. It would be easier for me to try not to think of her like that until she's ready to hear it.
"Quinn?" I heard my door creak open as Brittany's voice fell upon me.
"Yeah B?" I spun around in my chair and faced her.
"I just wanted to say hi before I left, I have to get home."
"How is she B?" I blurted out.
"She's asleep right now. We watched the Lion King and fell asleep. That's about it, she still won't talk to me," Brittany's face fell when she said that, she hated Santana's silence as much as everyone else.
"Oh," I nodded slowly. "Did Santana or anyone else ever tell you why Santana did what she did?"
"No, you just told me she was sad," Brittany explained.
"Hmm," I mumbled. I almost told her why but decided against it. "Well Santana can tell you when she's ready."
"Quinn she's scaring me."
You're not the only one who feels that why.
I felt my heart aching as I looked at Brittany's eyes which were glistening with tears she was fighting to keep from falling. I got up and pulled her into a hug.
"She's gonna B okay," I said with as much confidence as I could. I honestly wasn't sure if she would be. "Right now all we can do is be there. She needs someone like you who she can just watch movies with and fall asleep next to. Just be there for her and she'll get better, okay?"
"Okay." It was all she said as she pulled out of the hug and wiped her eyes. "I gotta go Quinn, Lord Tubbington is expecting me."
Before I could get in another word Brittany was gone. She had obviously wanted to get out and get out fast.
Crap now I have to worry about her too. This is a lot for her. It's a lot for everyone.
I sighed and grabbed my phone, shooting Santana a text for when she woke up.
Santana's POV:
I was jolted out of sleep by my phone buzzing on the bedside table. Quinn's name was flashing on the screen when I grabbed it.
Quinn: Hey S, just wanted to know if you were okay. You seemed a little... idk last night after our convo. Brittany said you were asleep so just text me when you wake up. Or you could come talk if you're feeling up to it :p
I didn't want to tell her the truth. I would probably come off like even more of a crazy jealous bitch if I did. If I wanted her off my back I'd just have to tell a little white lie.
Santana: Don't worry Q I'm okay I just really needed some sleep.
Quinn: Oh okay. Do you want me to come to your room? We could hang out, watch another movie.
Santana: I actually wanna sleep a bit longer and unpack a bit. Some me time sounds good right now. Maybe later.
Quinn: K, sleep tight : ]
I hated lying to Quinn, especially after all she's done for me. Not to mention lying to keep myself from having to confront my actual feelings has a lot to do with why I always feel so terrible. But confronting my real feelings has always been a weakness. Sure talking would probably make me feel better in the long run, but it's scary as hell to do.
There is one thing that can make me feel better...
I smiled to myself and shot out of bed to grab my wallet. I flipped it open and pulled out a card in the back, my fake I.D. I hadn't used it in a long time, but today was a special occasion. I needed a way to feel better without scaring myself. I quickly threw on some clothes and looked out the window.
I could make that jump down and climb back up, easy.
