Quinn's POV:
Whoah... I'm feeling kinda light... Well, honestly, I can't feel anything...
I open my eyes and stood up. I don't know if I have any feet at all. My body felt empty and everything seems to be... Seems to be in an another dimension...
My curiosity kills me, I need to know if I had a foot after all. I looked down.
EFF IT! I'M FLOATING!
I moved my feet and tried to touch the ground, but then, MISSION FAILED.
What did they do to me? Was it some kind of... Was it the scene that I'm going to fly? What the hell? Then if I can fly, there must be anything here all around me.
Nothing...
It's just me.
No rope at all...
What's happening to me?!
What joke was this?!
I dismissed everything and 'FLIED' straightly to where Santana was.
"Where's Quinn?! She needs to be here in ten minutes." Mercedes irritatedly said, and then she turned away.
I moved to her and then shouted, "Wait! Mercedes! I'm here! DUGH!" But then she continued to run away.
What's the real thing here? Why can't she see me?
"Oh come on everyone! I'm right here. What joke is this?!" I shouted loudly, laughing out so hard after.
Thinking it's just another prank.
That everything inside my head was all kind of...
I paused for a minute and analyzed my situation.
No one ever heard of me. No one saw me. No one gave a damn.
"It's starting to get windy in here, Blaine." Kurt said, hugging his self.
Blaine answered, putting his hands inside his pocket. "Yah. The weather changed, suddenly. This is the effect of global warming." They shivered as their voice trembled.
What? But I can't feel anything, neither hot nor cold.
"And Santana! Santana must have been here." Mercedes continued.
Oh geez. I forgot about Santana. Maybe she knew this prank.
I wonder where's that lesbian?
I closed my eyes and thought about her... Where is she?
Some kind of energy grabbed me and then... With just opening my eyes...
"There she is!" My eyes found her, still sitting on the bed. "Santana..."
I paused again and thought about it. How can I do that? Eff it. Did I suddenly got magical powers?
I tried to walk towards her but a hand grabbed my shoulder and made me stop. "If I were you, I'll save my last existence on doing something more important." An unfamiliar voice came from my back. And for the first time again, I can feel some shock and nervous feelings.
I turned immediately to confirm his identity.
I looked at his face, but then, I don't know him. He's so unfamiliar.
But I'm glad that someone saw me, finally.
"Wait, who are you?"
He smirked, "I am your guardian angel, Ms. Quinn."
"My guardian angel?" I laughed, turning around, "You looked like old enough to be my guardian angel." I crossed my arms. " And lastly, I shouldn't see you." I paused, thinking...
He was here to rape Santana.
He's a rapist. I knew it.
Maybe he was.
I should use my taekwondo moves. I stood up on a fighting stand and then kicked while turning around.
"You're just wasting your time."
My eyes grew bigger as my foot unexpectedly passed through him. "Whoah, what just happened?! Why did my foot passed through?!"
"It's because you're already dead, Ms. Quinn. You're just a spirit now."
"What? No. It couldn't be. I'm not dead." I'm sure. I couldn't be dead. What a hilarious thing to say. He must be crazy!
"Well, take a look at yourself at the mirror, call Santana, grab something solid." He pointed out on the mirror and at Santana.
A small smirk went up on the corner of my lips. "I'll show you." I moved fast towards the mirror...
In my horror, nothing's there. No reflection at all. I can't see myself! Not even a strand of my hair!
I looked at him, "Maybe the mirror was already broken." My eyes narrowed to the glass of water. My hand tried to grab it, but just like before, my hand passed through it.
I couldn't grab it. My hand didn't even felt anything. Just a light energy...
I walked back, turning my head, "This couldn't be happening!" I screamed, as I saw Santana on the corner of my eye, the last thing to do...I'll call her... "SANTANA! Santana, can you hear me?" I moved so close to her, screaming out as my voice echoed the whole room.
But Santana didn't noticed me. She didn't moved any ligament. She sat, still, hugging the blanket and staring blankly on nowhere.
"No. This isn't true..." I kneeled down, having a big heart break... It's not true! Tell me, this is just a dream!
"Weird. You can feel a heart break?" The man behind me said, while I'm just here, trying to feel myself...
"Of course... I can feel a heart break. I felt it for the first time when Santana came to my life..." I continued to vow down.
Am I really dead? 'Cause if it's true... I don't know what am I going to do... The thought of living with Santana... The thought of having her in my arms... The thought of taking care of her whenever she's feeling sick... I shouldn't die this early... Every thoughts inside my head, everything's all about Santana. And everything's gone.
"Quinn?! Are you there? Quinn, Where are you hiding?"
?
I looked up at her, "Santana? You heard me?"
She stood up, looking around, "Quinn?! Quinn?!"
"She heard me! Do you hear that? She heard me!" I jumped up and down, looking at the man in front of me.
"This is really weird. But you're already a spirit. She shouldn't hear you."
"Well beat that, stranger." I rejoiced, flying around in circles.
Suddenly, a big hope made me glow once more.
"Santana?" The door opened, showing Brittany, walking inside the room, "Oh there you are, babe." She smiled so wide when she looked at Santana.
( Now playing: Goodbye by Avril Lavigne )
Santana replied with a small smile, still looking sick with those hollow eyes. "Oh hey, Britt." Her voice sounded rusty as it fades with the air.
Brittany jumped on the bed and then checked her, her smile went upside down, "You're hot, babe."
"I know right?"
"No. I mean your temperature. It's not normal..."
Santana tried to be happy, "You have forgotten something, Britt."
"What? Did I forgot to wear a bra? Did my nipples show?"
Santana's face went an alien-like expression. Same as mine. How weird was that.
Santana cleared her throat, "Britt, do you forgot that I'm an immortal? Nothing can get me- HACHOO!" She sniffed after, grabbing the blanket and then covered herself with it.
"Awww... It looks like my little baby was sick. Here, grab this tissue." She offered her some tissue.
I clenched my fist as anger suddenly went up through my head. "Get your hands off her!" I raised my hand up, storing up my energy on my hand.
"STOP!" The man behind me pulled me away, immediately stopping me.
He can touch me?!
"Why? Why can you stop me and touch me but then I can't touch you nor anyone here?!" I gave up, throwing my hands down... I need to calm down.
"Please, stop yourself immediately before you can hurt someone. Your anger was deadly, Ms. Quinn. Control it. Remember? You're just a spirit now. You can do anything in an instance."
"Control?! I can't! I'm dead. Can't you see? I can't do anything for her! I can see them but then I'm letting someone else take care of her!" I dropped down myself to the floor, trying to hold my anger down.
"Just... Accept the truth."
Santana's POV:
"Thank you Brittany... *SNIFF* Hmmm..." I grabbed the tissue and wiped away the wet sensation on my nose. Eeewww...
It's feeling kinda colder inside here. I'm shaking too much and I can't help but to stay covered by the blanket.
"Britt, have you seen Quinn inside here?"
She turns her head, "No. I haven't."
"But I'm pretty sure she's here. I smelled her... Her scent. The smell of her hair... The smell of her. I knew it was her." I'm not crazy enough to say that I can smell Quinn here. I'm so sure she's here.
"Well, you don't need her. I'm just right here." She hugs me tight and then warmed me up. "I love you, San."
... "I love you, too, Britt. Well you can't kiss me now."
"Why?"
"Because, you can get some cold and feel sick, too."
"I don't care. Even if I die right now, I wouldn't mind. When I go to hell, at least I had felt heaven by my side for the last of my human minutes." She hugs me tighter, kissing me quickly on my cheeks.
Her kiss burned through my skin and I can feel some electric statics all over me. She had said the sweetest thing that I could ever imagine.
Why am I feeling like...
My heart is beating so fast... Little by little. It beats faster... And faster...
Could it be?
I'm in love with her again?
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(A/N:) I decided to maintain Brittany's innocence and Brittana's cuteness on this fic. Team Brittana or Quinntana for endgame?!