Hi, I've managed to squeeze a short update out for ya. Enjoy!
The beginning of the end.
Quinn checked her watch for the fifth time that minute. Her foot tapped impatiently against the table leg she was seated by. Sighing, she looked out the window of the retro diner onto the damp New York streets, getting lost in the bustle of people running for shelter. The chair opposite her scraping pulled her away from her people watching. She turned her head to see a tired looking Brittany gracefully move into the seat.
Both girls sat in silence for a moment. Brittany noticing a bruise along Quinn's sharp jaw line that the girl had obviously tried to cover up. She wondered how the shorter girl got it before she spoke. "I know you're pissed Q. And I know you wanna talk, but before we do...I just wanna tell you that you're important to me and I don't wanna lose you". The dancer then nodded to herself and folded her hands on the table in front of her.
Quinn swallowed the lump in her throat. She felt the same about Brittany, but she didn't know if she could forgive the girl for lying to her and everyone else for so many years.
Quinn had searched high and low for Santana and Brittany. She could have sworn she saw the latina talking to Mercedes a few minutes ago. Grumbling to herself she slowly made her way into the school building, heading for the choir room. Her destination changed however when she heard a sob echo down the hallway.
Turning the corner her stomach dropped. Brittany was hunched over on her knees, crying and mumbling incoherent words. The shorter girl hurried to her side and dropped to her knees scooping the distraught girl into her arms. "Britt...what's wrong" she asked, worry seeping through her voice. The dancer mumbled Santana's name before releasing another heartbreaking sob. Quinn held her tighter and began to rock her back and forth. She looked around for the brunette but was greeted by the form of Finn Hudson sloping towards them, a guilty look on his face.
After a few minutes Quinn had managed to calm the distraught girl down as Finn stood awkwardly beside them. Wordlessly, the shorter girl stood and held out her hand for the dancer who took it. They walked in silence towards the nearest classroom. Pushing open the door, Quinn guided Brittany to a seat and released her hand. The taller girl sat as Quinn leaned against the table opposite and Finn hovered by the door.
Brittany btook a calming breath and spoke. "S..Sanny br, broke up with me."she whimpered. Quinn's eyes widening in shock.
"What!..why!?" The validictorian couldn't believe what she had just heard. Santana adored Brittany.
"I...She..." The taller girl stumbled over her words. Finn stepped forward and cut in.
"I overheard. Santana told Brittany she couldn't wait for her. That her not graduating put too much pressure on her." The football player paused, trying to pull a feasible lie from his brain. "She said Britt was destined to stay in lima. San said she was better than that. That she was gonna conquer the world. She didn't want Brittany holding her back...so she dumped her." Finn smiled to himself before adding. "Britt told her she loved her, but San just ignored her. Told her it was a 'crappy high school fling' then just walked away"
Quinn looked from Brittany to Finn and back again. "Britt...is...did she.."A sob from the taller girl cut her off and Quinn dropped to her knees, pulling the dancer into an embrace.
The blue eyed girl mumbling "I love her, I told her I loved her" over and over into the crook of Quinn's neck.
Finn looked on; feeling sorry for Brittany. But also smiling a smug smile inside, he'd managed to yet again tear the bitchy latina down. Today was a good day.
Brittany had watched as Quinn disappeared into her own head, wondering what the girl was thinking. The dancer guessed Quinn now knew her ex girlfriends side of the story...why else would they be here, and she was scared of losing the shorter blonde from her life and she knew what happened with this conversation was pivotal to making sure that didn't happen. With her heart thumping in her chest, she spoke. "The day it happened...the day you found me...I couldn't function..I didn't know what to do". She sighed tiredly.
Quinn glared at her. "you lied Britt!". Hazel eyes bore into blue. "You told me she said all that...shit...and you let me get angry at her!". The shorter girl was quickly becoming furious. "I cut her out of my life for five years....FIVE YEARS BRITT!". She closed her eyes tightly in frustration. Opening them to see a teary eyed Brittany. "Why couldn't you have told me the truth?".
The dancer shook her head, bottom lip trembling. "I don't know...I, I was scared...I couldn't have you hate me...I needed you". The taller girl jumped in shock as Quinn slammed her hands down hard on the table.
"SANTANA NEEDED ME!". Quinn was officially in anger mode. "You followed Finn's stupid lie and built on it over the years. Watching as everyone Santana held close and loved turned their backs on her...she has been alone and in pain for so long...while you". She laughed sarcastically. "Whilst you got to keep her friends, dance your way around the world and fall in love again...". Quinn stood as Brittany opened her mouth to speak. "DON'T BRITT" . She snapped, pointing her finger at the girl. "I don't want to hear your excuses. Not now anyway.". The Yale graduate stepped away from the table. "I'll call you in the morning when I've calmed down. We can talk more then.". With a final sigh Quinn added. "I'm really disappointed in you B..". She smiled sadly and walked out of the diner, leaving a devastated Brittany in her wake.
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It bad been two days, well 56 hours to be precise. 56 hours of begging, pleading attempted bribing and eventually sulking, since her best friend had spoken to her. Addison was devastated. She knew she'd lost her temper with Quinn, but coming back and finding Santana upset had set her on edge, then the words that spewed from the blondes mouth like poison...it was a recipe for disaster. The tattooed girl was currently sat watching the latina sleep. The older girls pain medication practically knocking her out. A light knocking at the door called her attention. She smiled as the short nurse she had met the other day walked in. "Hey Joan" she greeted. The older woman smiled and waved as she walked in, coming to a stop at the foot of the bed.
"You're here more than me girl". She lightly chastised. Addison shrugged and turned her attention back to her sleeping friend. Joan had been looking out for the young girl since she first met her on Thursday night/Friday morning, after her little altercation with the wall. "Have you eaten yet?". She questioned softly. The tattooed girl didn't answer, she knew that was a 'No'. Joan sighed and made her way over to the tired looking girl and gently placed a hand on her shoulder. "she'll come round honey, you'll see"
Addison sighed and quickly wiped a tear away that had the audacity to escape. "She's never locked me out for this long" she whispered, not trusting her voice. "I punched the girl she loves...I deserve it...but it hurts.". Joan looked on sympathetically, knowing the story already. "I don't blame her for being angry, but it feels like she's choosing Quinn over me...I think I'm losing her." She confessed. A whimper escaping her mouth at the thought.
Joan smiled sadly and brushed a comforting hand over the seated girls head. "Don't be silly honey. I've witnessed you two together.". She knelt in front of Addison , taking with her hands in her own. "If there's such a thing as friend soul mates, you girls are the shining example.". Addison smiled at the comment. "Remember that she's tired and she's scared, she's lashing out and focusing it all on you.". She squeezed the younger girls hands. "she's doing that because she knows you will stand there and take it, that you won't leave.". Slowly the nurse stood, heading for the door. "Take everything she throws at you honey, she's needs you.". Pausing at the doorway she continued. " Now I'm gonna go grab you some food from..." she was cut off by a high pitched beeping coming from the machine hooked up to Santana's heart rate. Quickly rushing back, she checked it before hitting the red button next to the latina's bed.
Addison stood up and froze in fear. She watched as nurses and doctors rushed into the room, she shouted as she was dragged out by two orderlies and she cried as she pulled out her phone, pulling up Quinn's number and pressing dial.
A/N.
Sooooo. What do ya think? Is Santana gonna be ok? Should Quinn forgive Brittany? Shall I have pasta for lunch?
All very important questions! Let me know what you think I should do.
Loadsa hugs.
Daisy x
