Chapter 12: Quinn I wake up, for the second day in a row, with a huge hangover. Maybe Kitty is right about the whole alcoholic thing.
I can't really remember what happened at the party. I remember Kitty singing with Marley and... I GAVE RACHEL A CHARM BRACELET! And her Barbra autograph... I felt so proud of myself when I bought the pandora bracelet with a single music note charm. It may be simple... But I bet Rachel loves it. It really sucks that I missed her show. I remember her yelling at me... Whoa she was pissed. I'm probably more upset with myself than she is about missing the show. But it was Barbra! Rachel would've never forgave me if I passed up that opportunity! I was so sure I'd be able to make it on time... The line was so slow. I'll never miss another one of Rachel's shows. She was so upset...
Ugh my head. I need ibuprofen. Now. I look over to my nightstand, but there isn't a glass of water or pills... I don't know if I should be surprised. Is Rach still pissed?
I lift myself from my bed and stumble into the kitchen. I pop a couple Advil and look to the clock on the microwave; 11:30 am.
My eyes veer over to the fridge. There's a note stuck to it with my name on it from Rachel. What did I do now? I unfold the note.
"Quinn. Thank you! And maybe. We'll talk when I get home from work. Rachel."
Umm... What is she talking about? I'm guessing she's saying thanks for the bracelet and picture... But what is the maybe? And why do we need to talk?
I ponder this as I walk to Kitty's room. Maybe she can help me figure this out. I knock lightly on the door. "Kitty? You awake?" I ask as I open the door. I peek in, but the bed is neatly made and Kitty is nowhere to be found. Where is she?
There's a loud banging on the front door followed by "OPEN UP CHICA I'S GOTS TO PEE!" Santana...
I roll my eyes and go to open the door. "Santana, isn't there a bathroom at your apartment?"
"Bitch, be nice. I brought you breakfast." She says as she hands me a bagel and coffee then rushes to the bathroom. I roll my eyes again and take a seat on the couch, Rachel's note in my hands. Santana walks out of the bathroom moments later, taking a seat beside me.
"What's that?" She asks, pointing to the note.
"A note Rachel left me."
"Ooooohhh DRAMABOMB! What's it say?" I give her a what the fuck face.
"Have you been watching Adventure Time again?"
"That's besides the point. What does it say?"
"Well I gave her a charm bracelet last night so she said thanks..." I say.
"Well that's good... Why do you look confused?"
"Because then she said 'maybe' about something and said we need to talk... I don't understand."
Santana takes the note and reads it over. Her mouth drops open. "Oh shit!" She mutters. "I gotta go!" She gets up to leave but I grab her wrist.
"Wait! What? Do you know something? Did you do something? What the hell did you do? Santana!"
She avoids eye contact as she mumbles. "I... May have done something... But I was drunk... Don't get pissed! I was trying to help! I think..."
"What the hell did you do?" I ask exasperatedly. She looks at me sadly and sighs. "You know how I was here early yesterday before the party and asked to borrow one of your belts? Well no I guess because I didn't really verbally ask you... Anyways, I was looking through your closet and I found your diary... Interesting read by the way. Well I kept digging and found the box with the charm bracelet. I knew you were planning on giving it to Rachel I guess... I was drunk ok! I... I tore a page out of your diary that said something along the lines of 'Rachel will you go out with me please' and I stuck it in the box... Which you gave to Rachel. I knew you were in love with her! And I never found a belt..."
"SANTANA I WILL FUCKING KILL-"
"Quinn I'm home!" Kitty says, walking through the door. Santana sees a way to escape, and she makes a break for the door before I can even think about stopping her. Kitty looks at me, eyebrows raised.
"What the fuck was that all about?" She asks as she walks over to sit on the couch next to me. I hand her the note, tears in my eyes. She reads it and looks at me, confused.
"Umm... What?" She asks.
"Santana... Asked Rachel out for me... I guess? Kitty, I don't know! She said we need to talk... What if that made her uncomfortable? What if she asks me to move out? Maybe I can tell her it was just Santana fucking around..."
"Quinn, why are you freaking out? She said maybe... It's easy to see you guys are like in love with each other. She just wants to talk. Don't kill Santana... She watches cartoons with me. And, frankly, this 'talk' you and Rachel are gonna have is long overdue. Let's just see how it pans out okay cuz?"
"Yea I guess you're right... Thanks Kitty." I say wrapping my arms around her in a hug.
"Love you, Quinn." She says, hugging me back.
"Love you too, Kat. Hey... Where did you go last night?"
