Hola peeps! Soooo, you know a while back when I said that Quinn wasn't going to be getting a significant other in this fic? Weeeelllll...I might possibly have lied...I was writing and I couldn't help myself...there may possibly be Quick in this fic. It's not decided yet, but I'm kinda leaning that way at the moment. The temptation was just too much to resist lol ;)
Okay, so last chapter had lots of angsty/sad stuff in it. There's a bunch of that in this chapter, but about half of it is fluff. It was kinda fun to write :) there's both Quick and Brittana fluff in here, but mostly Quick. Hope you enjoy!
Quinn walked back through the maze of hospital corridors to the waiting room, trying to memorize the way. As she stepped into the waiting room, she saw Puck pacing back and forth in front of an empty row of chairs. Surprisingly, the room was fairly empty. There were only a couple small groups of people sitting together and a few sitting by themselves. As if sensing Quinn's presence, Puck looked up from where he had been staring at the floor. He stopped pacing and locked eyes with Quinn, his face a mixture of worry and anger.
Puck could tell how shaken up the blonde was, even though she tried to hide it. He opened his arms, inviting Quinn in. Without hesitation, she fell into his embrace, allowing his strong arms to wrap around her. They both knew that this should feel awkward, but surprisingly it didn't. It was comforting.
After a minute, Quinn pulled away. Puck looked at her and asked, "How is she?"
"She could be worse," the blonde said as they both sat down. "We got lucky, I guess. There's no permanent damage, so that's a good thing." She looked up at Puck, who had returned his eyes to the floor.
"What happened?" The mohawed boy asked, his voice full of hurt and anger. Quinn retold the events of that day for what felt like the hundredth time. When she reached the part about Santana's father, she watched as Puck's face reflected a look of hatred and fury, but he kept quiet. She explained why she had left in the middle of glee club.
"When I got here, Brittany was sitting in here crying. Her clothes and her hands were all covered in blood. She told me that she had tried to make Santana's head stop bleeding, but she couldn't," Quinn felt like she was going to cry again as she continued. "The doctor came out and told us about her injuries," she felt Puck stiffen slightly next to her. This is what he had been dreading hearing; just how badly Santana really was hurt. "She's got a broken wrist, a few broken ribs, a concussion and a lot of bruising on her stomach, arms and legs. It could be worse, but that doesn't mean it's particularly good." As she finished, she watched as Puck closed his eyes and took a deep breath, trying to process everything he had just been told. After a while, he stood up and started walking towards the exit.
Extremely confused, Quinn asked, "Where are you going?"
Without even turning around, Puck answered, "To find that_asshole. He's not going to get away with this."
Realizing Puck's intentions, Quinn caught up to him and grabbed his shoulder, turning him around. "Puck, please don't do this. Going and beating the shit_out of him isn't going to solve anything. You are needed here. Santana needs you." She pleaded with Puck. At the mention of Santana, Puck's hardened expression softened slightly.
For a moment, neither of them moved. Finally, Puck gave in. "Fine," Quinn let out a relieved sigh. "Can I see her though?" he asked quietly. Quinn smiled at him.
"Yeah, sure," she said. "C'mon," turning around, she led him through the hospital corridors to Santana's room. When they reached the room in question, Quinn turned to Puck and said, "Brittany's in there right now, but I doubt that she'll mind you being in there. I don't know if Santana's still asleep or not." She pushed open the door that had been closed since the last time she was in this room and heard Puck curse quietly when he saw Santana.
She and Brittany were still in the same positions they had been when Quinn left the room, only now Brittany's head was resting lightly on Santana's. Quinn smiled when she saw the two sleeping girls in front of her. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Puck do the same thing. Quietly, Puck murmured, "So you know about them?" He never took his eyes away from the pair.
Quinn was surprised. Puck knew? How did Puck know? "Uh, yeah," she said hesitantly. "Brittany told me. How do you know?"
Puck chuckled softly, "When you know Santana well enough, it's not exactly that hard to miss," he paused. "I've known for a while."
Quinn wasn't really sure what to say. When she thought about it, it did make sense that Puck already knew. He wasn't as dumb as everyone thought, at least not when it came to people. He had good instincts. "You think we should wake them up?"
Puck shook his head, "Nah. Let 'em sleep. After the day they've had, they need it," he looked over at Quinn. "I think you do, too," the blonde opened her mouth to protest. "Don't even try and tell me that you're fine, 'cuz you're not. Try and get some shut eye before the cops show up. After that, everything's probably gonna go to_hell, so you might as well sleep now," he ignored Quinn's pout and nodded his head towards one of the empty chairs next to Santana's bed. "Go." He said.
"I hate you," she said jokingly as she walked over to the chair and sat down.
Puck chuckled and said, "Yeah, I know." With that, he sent Quinn one last smile and closed the door as he walked out. Quinn shook her head and laughed quietly. She had forgotten just how caring Puck could be. He really was a good guy, he just pretended to be a badass_all the time. Taking one last look at her two best friends, she closed her eyes. Within two minutes, she was asleep.
Quinn woke up to someone gently shaking her shoulder. She opened her eyes to see Puck standing over her, a sly grin on his face. "Hey there, Sleeping Beauty," he joked. Quinn punched him lightly on the arm. He feigned hurt and said, "Well, that's no way to treat your prince." Quinn laughed.
"Shut up," she said with a smile on her face. Sitting up, she saw that Santana and Brittany were still asleep. "How long was I asleep?"
Puck shrugged, "I don't know. About an hour and a half, I think. You drool, by the way," he teased Quinn, a playful smirk on his face. Quickly, Quinn wiped at her mouth. He laughed and turned his attention back to the sleeping girls next to him. "They really do fit together, don't they?" he asked no one in particular. Quinn couldn't help but agree. "Did you hear that Britt and Artie broke up?" This was news to Quinn.
"Um, no. I've kinda been busy for the past few hours. What happened?"
"Artie said that Brittany was going to go talk to Santana after school, but he thought she was just blowing him off. Apparently, he overreacted and Britt got mad at him. I doubt that's what actually happened though, but I know it's got something to do with Santana." Puck said, turning back to Quinn, who was still trying to process this new development.
"How do you know it's got something to do with Santana?" Quinn asked curiously.
Puck dropped his gaze to the floor. "Artie said that he knew something was wrong with Santana because of something Brittany said to him when they broke up," Quinn looked at him expectantly. "She said that she thought Santana was going to kill herself." Quinn's jaw practically hit the floor. Sure, that's what they had thought before Quinn had talked to Santana, but she didn't think that Brittany would tell anyone else.
"Who else knows? Like, about any of this?" Quinn asked. The last thing Santana needed were rumors starting to fly.
"Just the glee club. I know what you're worried about. I doubt any of them would say anything, though. At least to other people," he paused, taking in Quinn's relieved look. "But, people are still gonna find out though. You know that, right? This isn't exactly the smallest secret to keep."
Quinn nodded, "Yeah, I know. I just don't want rumors that aren't true floating around. That's probably the last thing Santana needs right now." The two went silent.
Puck spoke up after some time. "Well, the cops got here about half an hour ago. They've been talking to the doctor and the nurses, but I just thought that I should come wake you guys up. They're gonna want to talk." Quinn nodded her understanding and stood up.
Gently, she placed a hand on Brittany's shoulder. "Britt, c'mon. Time to wake up," she said softly. Slowly, Brittany's eyes opened. The taller blonde used the hand that wasn't currently wrapped around Santana to rub her eyes. After a moment, she looked around to see Quinn standing next to her and Puck sitting on the edge of one of the chairs.
"Hey guys," she said.
"Hey B," said Puck, a small smile on his face. "You okay?" he asked when he saw Brittany shift uncomfortably.
Brittany smiled at Puck and said, "Yeah, my arm's just asleep," Both Quinn and Puck let out a sound of amusement. "How long were we asleep?"
Quinn answered, "A little more than two hours, I think. You fell asleep before me," the blonde looked at Santana. "The police got here a little while ago. They're gonna want to talk to San."
Brittany nodded and turned to look at Santana. The brunette looked so peaceful. It almost hurt Brittany to think that she had to take away that peacefulness by waking her up. She leaned her head down and whispered in Santana's ear. "Sweetie, you've gotta get up," Santana groaned her disapproval, making Brittany smile. "Saaan," she said in a sing-song voice.
"Five more minutes," Santana mumbled into Brittany's neck, barely understandable. Brittany, Quinn and Puck all chuckled at Santana's response. It was regular Santana back again for the moment. Brittany smirked, knowing how to get Santana up.
"Wake up, or I'll get Lord Tubbington," she whispered into Santana's ear. Immediately, Santana's eyes shot open.
"I'm up!" she said, making everyone laugh. Looking around, she remembered where she was. "Aw, that was messed up Britt. You can't even bring a cat into a hospital!"
"Yeah, I know. But you wouldn't get up," Brittany said, a wide smile on her face.
Santana noticed that Quinn and Puck were both in her room. She had expected Quinn to be there, but was a little surprised when she saw Puck. Locking eyes with him, she said, "So, I'm assuming you know now, right?" Puck nodded. "Blondie told you?" she nodded her head in Quinn's direction. Puck smirked at Quinn's nickname and nodded.
"The cops got here a little bit ago. They wanna talk to you." Santana stilled at the mention of the police. This was really happening. She had known that she was going to have to talk to the police eventually, but now that the reality of that was right in front of her face, Santana was terrified. What if they didn't believe her? What if her father was able to lie his way out of suspicion? What if-Santana was pulled from her thoughts when she felt Brittany squeeze her hand.
"San? What's wrong?" she asked, worried.
"Huh? N-nothing. I'm fine," Santana said, stuttering slightly. Quinn was looking at her, a thoughtful expression on her face.
As if she had read Santana's mind, Quinn said, "They're going to believe you. He's not going to get away with this." Santana nodded, trying to make herself believe Quinn's words.
"But what if he's able to lie his way out of all this? I mean, it's just his word against mine," Santana said, averting her eyes from Quinn.
Puck spoke up, "No, it's yours, Quinn's and Brittany's word against his. Not to mention your injuries. How is he supposed to explain those?" he asked rhetorically.
Santana hesitated for a minute before speaking. "Yeah, you're right. I'm sorry."
"Hey, don't apologize. There's nothing for you to be sorry for," Brittany said to her. The blonde squeezed Santana's hand a final time before moving her numb arm from behind the Latina and climbing out of the bed. "I'll be right back." She said to Santana before walking towards the bathroom.
"Hey, B," Puck said, making Brittany turn around. He pulled out a drawstring bag from under his chair and tossed it in Brittany's direction, which the blonde caught easily. "I brought you some clothes. Thought you might need it," Upon seeing Brittany raise an eyebrow, he explained. "No, I didn't break into your house. I went there earlier and told your mom what was going on. She wanted to come, but I told her that Santana was sleeping. She got some clothes for you and stuff. She's gonna come by later, though."
Brittany smiled and gave Puck a quick hug. "Thank you," she whispered to him before going into the small bathroom. Santana watched her go with a smile on her face.
When the door closed she turned to Puck. "When exactly did you turn into a man? 'Cuz I think I missed that monumental occasion." She joked, a smirk on her face. Puck just shrugged.
"It's okay. I've been wondering the same thing," Quinn said to Santana. "So, how are you feeling?"
Santana shrugged, "I've definitely been better," Quinn nodded sadly. "Hey, don't go feeling sorry for me. 'Cuz then I will kick your_ass." She said to the blonde. Quinn chuckled.
"Yeah, right." Santana smiled at this. She had forgotten how amusing Quinn was to be around.
Santana looked away from Quinn when she heard the bathroom door open. Out stepped Brittany, wearing the clothes Puck had brought. "How is it even humanly possible that you changed that fast?" the Latina asked in amazement. Brittany had only been in the bathroom for three minutes, yet she had changed, fixed her hair and washed off any traces of blood that had been left.
Brittany smirked as she sat down next to Santana. "I'm magical," she teased the still amazed brunette. Santana was about to comment when she heard a knock on the door. All four of their heads turned as the door opened, revealing two uniformed police officers.
"Hello Santana. We'd like to ask you a few questions."
Bum bum bum! Evilness has returned lol
What did you guys think? So, I had Quinn not knowing about Brittany and Artie's break up just because in the hour and a half/two hours between the first choir room scene and the second, Quinn and Brittany probably would have been in different classes. Besides, both of them had a lot more important things on their minds than the break up. I don't know. I just thought it would make sense if Quinn didn't know already.
How was the fluff part? I'm not very good at writing fluff, so this was a trial and error type of chapter, I guess. I really like Quick, so I just couldn't help but put some in.
So next chapter: cops, probably more Quick, definitely more Brittana, possibly Brittany's mom interaction.
Well, favorite, review, anything. I've like barely gotten any emails today, so it'll make me happy if I get some :) hope you guys are having an awesome labor day weekend!
Oh, i almost forgot. Tumblr stuff. So, I'm still trying to figure everything out, but my url is bballnerd09 . tumblr . com. I couldn't think of any other names, so I just went with what i already had lol let me know if any of you guys are on tumblr and i'll add you! Plus, if there's any really good pages, let me know. Thanks! :)