Chapter 10

When I wake up my head and chest feel heavy. The next thing I notice is a lose hand in mines. My eyes keep fluttering open and close like I have little to no control over them. When they finally focus, I slowly move my head to the side. Dark hair is sprayed out along my side. Instantly I know who it is…

"Rach?" I chock out. She doesn't move so I put all my strength into the squeeze I deliver to her hand.

"Rachel," I repeat.

I watch her head pop up and her eyes slowly open. She looks startled at first and then her face changes like she suddenly remembers where she's at and why.

"Quinn!" She shrieks. I groan at the loudness of her voice. "Oh my…baby." She stands over me crying. She keeps starting to reach out and touch me and then pull back, like she's afraid to hurt me.

"It's okay." I try to calm her down.

"Quinn…" She whispers out again. "Hold on…I'm going to go get the doctor."

Rachel comes back in with a tall blonde man. He introduces his self as Dr. Peters and then goes on to tell me about my head injuries. Apparently Mike delivered some kicks to my stomach but not enough to damage anything. I'm just going to be sore for a couple of days. I'm sporting a black eye as well. That's why my face feels like shit. He leaves after telling me I'm going to have to stay overnight for observation.

When we are left alone again Rachel comes sit by my bedside and take my hand.

"Are you okay? If you need pain medicine, tell me." Rachel says getting up and kissing my chin.

"Babe…I'm good." I give her a tired smile. "Where's Santana?"

"Down the hall. Last I checked they were getting ready to discharge her."

"So she's okay?"

"Yeah, just some bumps and bruises. She's more worried about you." She sits back down. "Mercedes is with her right now." Rachel can't stop touching me. Like she thinks I'm going to disappear.

"I'm tired." I whisper.

"Rest then."

"Only if you do too." I slowly move over. Rachel climbs up onto the bed next to me. "I love you." Rachel snuggles up next to me and kisses my cheek.

"About time your ass wakes up." Santana voice greets me as my eyes open. Not feeling the pressure on the left side of my body, I look around for Rachel. "She went to get you some clothes." Santana answers my unasked question.

"Did they get that bastard?" Feeling better I slowly push myself into a sitting position in bed.

"I wish. But I made sure to give them my mom's name and whatever I could on Mike."

"Good."

"This shit is so fucked, Q." She sits at the end of my bed. "I'm so pissed. I mean…look at your face."

"Thanks, S," She sends a sad smile my way.

"You know what I mean."

"Come here." Santana gets into the bed next to me and I throw my arms around her.

When I get discharged Santana and I go to Rachel's house. We are going to stay with her for the rest of the week. She insists on babying the both of us. Santana and I both agree that we have to find somewhere else to live.

A couple of nights later, after being at Rachel's house for a few nights, I started to inform her about me and Santana's plan to move.

"So, do you want to stay here until you guys find a new place?" She asks look in her vanity mirror while she perfects her pony tail. I walk up behind her and put my arms around her.

"We're going to stay at our place until we find something." I start to kiss her neck. For the most part I'm feeling better, just a little sore.

"I don't think that's a good idea," She starts while turning to face me. "I mean…they still haven't found Mike and whoever was with him."

"I know but we have a lease. We can't just break it."

"Well don't break it…just keep paying if that what u need to do and just stay here while you guys find a place."

"Rach…this is a one bedroom." I peck her on the lips and take a seat on the bed.

"Mercedes has an extra bedroom and she said Santana is more than welcome to use it." She informs me, putting her hands on her hip. I just sigh and stare at her.

"Let's just get some rest." I climb under the covers and get comfortable, only looking at Rachel when I hear her suck in a breath.

"Whoa," She moves onto the side of bed that I'm lying on. "I don't know what's going on, but you're not going to just dismiss me like that."

"I did not dismiss you." I argue back, sitting back up in bed.

"Okay…well we were having a conversation and I'm pretty sure it's not over yet." She sighs and sits down next to me. "Do you not want to stay here?"

"Babe…I love being with you, but I think it's too early to move in with each other." Rachel burst out laughing.

"Quinn…I love being with you to, but I'm not ready to live with you either. I'm not any rush." She smiles at me. "I'd just feel better if I knew you weren't staying at that apartment. I was soo scared when a cop called me to tell me you was being taking to the hospital."

"I know…" I pull her onto my lap. "And if it'll make you feel better, we'll stay."

"Okay." She beams. "It's just until you guys find a place."

It's in the middle of the night that I wake up from a constant knocking on Rachel's bedroom door. It can only be one person. I make sure both Rachel and I are decent before yelling for Santana to come in.

"What's wrong?" I sit up when Santana gets close enough for me to see her face. Rachel starts to turn in her sleep.

"I…she…Quinn…" She breaks down into tears. Santana and I are the same, as in we both don't cry that often. If we do it's because our emotions are really on overload or we are in serious pain. With the way our lives have been going if we cried about every little disappointment then we'd be crying all the time.

"Hey…it's okay." I pull her on the bed.

"Quinn?" Rachel groans and opens her eyes. "What happened?" She sits up and scoots over. I move to the middle of the bed and Santana sits next to me.

"She left a voice mail." She brings her phone up her phone hit a couple of buttons. The speak phone booms with her moms voice.

"San…I don't know what happened to me." You can hear her broken sobs in between her talking. "All I wanted was to be a good mom. That's all. I'm terrible! I hurt my own baby! I introduced that…that monster to you!" More crying. "I love you, Santana. I wish things were different. I wish I could be that mom…" The voice mail cuts her off there. Santana clicks a couple of more buttons then Tina's voice comes back. "I know you hate me. I hate me. I just…I love you Santana and I think you have did good without me and my problems." There's seconds of just her breathing. "I'm so proud of you. So fucking proud. I know it won't change anything but I am sorry. Sorry that I stopped being the mom you needed. I'm sick but…I'm sorry." Tina whispers I love you and then hangs up.

After listening to the voice mail we all just sit in silence.

"I want to just hate her so bad…but…" She doesn't have to finish that sentence because I know what she's trying to say. She knows her mom loves her and is truly sick. It hurts her to know that she can't save her mom. It hurts me to know that my best friend is hurting and there's no way I can just make it go away.

Three days later Santana gets asked to verify her moms died body.

To say I'm having a bad week is an understatement.

TBC

A/N : So because the feedback was soo good you guys got an extra chapter out of me today (insert smile) I got a good amount of story alerts within just the first hour of the last chapter being up. And a couple of reviews, so thank you guys! Seriously thank you! I probably won't update until next weekend because work is going to take up most of my time and I never write chapters ahead of time. The minute I get done writing a story I post it. I wish I could restrain myself lol anyway…thanks again for reading this story and showing your support. I could use some more reviews though (hint hint) they really do show me what you guys think of the story and push me to write more and quicker.