Hello there you loyal followers! I owe you yet another apology for the wait- I am so so sorry.
Anyway, I know some of you are shocked about Santana's appalling behaviour… I know it's not what she's like, but I needed another character to add some drama into the story. I'm using Santana's attitude from more season 1 and parts of 2 because she can be a real bitch. (I do love her though. But yeah, in this story she's not meant to be liked) so I'm sorry for all the Santana lovers. I do hope you enjoy the chapter though. Let me know what you think!
I DO NOT OWN GLEE.
"What are you doing here?" asked a confused Quinn as she saw Santana approach in the hallway outside Rachel's hospital room. Santana shrugged her shoulders.
"Well Rachel is one of the Glee club and, don't repeat this, I care about her." Santana lied and took a seat next to Quinn. "How is she?" Santana's insides were twisting as she awaited the news. Quinn sighed heavily and put her head in her hands.
"She's stable… but she's really hurt, San. She might not be the same when she wakes up." Santana's brow furrowed.
"What do you mean?"
"Well the Doctor kept saying things about memory loss… or a change in her likes and dislikes due to a certain area of her brain being damaged. But we won't know until she wakes up, which should be soon they said." Quinn's eyes welled up once again. They were red raw from all the crying. Santana bit her lip in deep thought. Thank God she's okay. I'm sure she'll pull through. She's a strong girl. I may be off the hook. I just hope she doesn't remember what happened.
"Okay… how are you holding up?" Santana asked as she brushed her hand over Quinn's hair.
"I'm better… just worried. What if she's not the same, San? I couldn't deal with that. I care about her so much." Quinn confessed. Santana had an internal argument with herself as she pulled Quinn into a tight hug. I feel guilty about what happened to Rachel. I'm just relieved she's okay. Quinn is obviously in-love with her, and she's my best friend so I shouldn't be after her girl… but no! Quinn has done so much to piss me off in the past, and I'm sick of treading on egg shells around her. I've wanted to tap Rachel for ages. She's not going to stand in my way. Call this karma Quinn Fabray.
Santana comforted Quinn and played it cool. The last thing she wanted to do is make it obvious that she had ulterior motives.
"Can I see her?" Santana questioned. Quinn nodded. "You know, you look exhausted. You should go home and have a nap. I've got it." Santana suggested.
"I guess… I haven't slept in days. I'll be back in a couple of hours. Stay as long as you want." Quinn agreed before grabbing her things and leaving. Santana smiled to herself before entering Rachel's room.
Her smugness was wiped away the second she saw Rachel wired up to machines.
"Shit, Rach… what is all this?" Santana whispered as she took a seat next to her motionless body. "Well, you always have been a drama Queen haven't you?" she joked, hoping that Rachel could hear her. "I owe you an apology… not for hitting on you… you're smoking hot, so you can't blame a girl for trying… but I was stupid to distract you during practice. I just hope you can forgive me." Santana waited for any sign that Rachel could hear her, but there was nothing. "Okay, so I've said what I've got to say. But we'll have more talking to do when you wake up. Make it soon, Berry." Santana ended the one way conversation, squeezed Rachel's hand and walked away feeling a lot better.
It was so nice of Santana to come and see how Rachel was doing. She was a real comfort, Quinn thought as she got out of bed after her nap. I wonder if she's still there. I better get back. I don't want Rachel to wake up without me there. She'd be so scared. Quinn had a quick shower and got dressed. She made sure that every day she went to visit Rachel that she made an effort to look her best- she didn't want Rachel to think she'd let herself go.
Quinn smiled to herself on the drive to the Hospital- getting some sleep really had made a difference to her outlook on the situation- the sun shining onto her face as she drove lifted her mood also. She felt lucky that Rachel was okay. It could have been so much worse. She got excited about Rachel waking up so she could see her beautiful smile once again. Today felt like a lucky day.
Santana lay in bed next to Brittany after an intimate few hours. Brittany was drawing circles on Santana's chest with her fingertips, but there were other things on her mind.
"Brit… what kind of relationship would you say we are in?" Santana asked out of the blue.
"A happy one." Brittany smiled up at Santana and pecked her lips. Santana suddenly felt a rush of affection for the blonde, but was then closely followed by guilt.
"I mean… do we still see other people?" Santana mumbled. She felt a little uncomfortable asking.
"I love you, San. I know you have a high sex drive, and I try my best to help you with that, but if you feel you need to see other people, I won't get in your way… but I'd feel better if you didn't. I've grown up having to share everything with Lord Tubbington so it would be nice to just have you all to myself... although he's got his eye on you. I caught him staring." Santana giggled at Brittany's response.
"I don't want anyone else. It was just an innocent question." Santana lied. "But if Lord Tubbington is up for a three way then maybe…"
"Shut up!" laughed Brittany as she slapped Santana playfully. Santana hid her mixed emotions beneath laughter and affection. Santana wasn't a one girl kind of girl. She needed to get her frustrations out of her system before committing herself fully to Brittany. She could have some fun and experience new things without Brittany ever knowing- then once she'd had enough, she'll give Brittany her all. It would only save her cheating in the future when they were married or whatever.
Quinn strolled in happily to Rachel's private room with a cd player and some magazines. She set them down before kissing Rachel on the forehead.
"Hello again… I've brought you a surprise!" she said before turning the cd player on quietly. Barbra Streisand filled the room. "Thought it would maybe make you wake up so you could sing along. I know the inside of you is desperate to sing again." Quinn kissed Rachel's hand affectionately. "Anyway, whilst that's playing, I'm going to look through a few magazines. I'll let you know if there's any big celebrity news." Quinn had almost scared herself the first couple of times she visited Rachel and spoke to her like everything was normal, but now, as the visits became more frequent, she got used to her odd behaviour.
Quinn had listened to the album a few times over, as she sat in the room with Rachel, that she started to get to know the words. Then light notes started to escape her mouth. As she hummed along to 'My Man' she didn't notice the twitch of toes from under the sheets.
"I remember when you sang this for your audition at school. You blew me away." Quinn breathed as she turned another page on her third magazine. "Oh by the way, Katy Perry and Russell Brand are getting a divorce." Quinn added before looking up and seeing a pair of chocolate brown eyes staring into hers. Quinn blinked a few times. Was this real? When she realised it was, she leapt up out of the chair.
"Oh my God, Rachel! You're awake! Shit! I mean… how are you feeling? Oh my God you have no idea how-"
"-Quinn? Why are you here?" interrupted a very confused Rachel. Quinn looked down at Rachel's face- her brow was furrowed and she didn't look happy to see Quinn. She looked horrified. That was when it hit Quinn. It hit her like a bowling ball being thrown at her stomach. She doesn't remember. Quinn dropped her magazine in shock.
"I um… I was just leaving. I'll get a Doctor." she stuttered before walking out of the room backwards. She hit into the door on her way out- her whole body was shaking. She left Rachel alone and confused.
"Excuse me… Rachel Berry has just woken up… and she's forgotten everything." Quinn said to a nearby nurse before running out of the Hospital and releasing her hidden fears in the form of uncontrollable tears and bawls.