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Chapter Thirty Five

New York – 08.00 a.m.

The next morning Quinn and Rachel entered the kitchen together, Kurt and Blaine were already having breakfast. Smiling, they looked up at the two. Quinn smirked shyly at them, but Rachel grinned widely at them. She was practically beaming as she made some breakfast for them and sat down. Quinn sat down next to her and just couldn't believe she was in New York, with Rachel.

"Good morning, lovebirds," Blaine smirked at them.

"Sleep well last night?" Kurt asked, although his face betrayed the fact he already knew the answer, he was smirking widely.

"Like a baby," Rachel teased him.

"Yeah, right," Blaine replied sarcastically.

"Jealous?" Quinn said, smirking. Blaine and Kurt exchanged looks and smirked at each other. "I take that as a no," the blonde laughed.

Mercedes came bursting into the kitchen, looking hasty. She quickly grabbed a bowl with cereal and some milk and made a quick breakfast.

"Good morning," she smiled as she saw Quinn and Rachel. "Everything alright between you two?" she asked a bit curious.

Quinn looked aside at Rachel, they hadn't talked yet about everything that had happened. The brunette shrugged and briefly glanced over at Quinn. Then she looked back at Mercedes.

"I think they will be," she replied.

"Good. Okay, I'll see you all tonight, maybe."

With that, she said goodbye and left. Quinn looked after her, wondering where Mercedes was hurrying off to. Rachel saw her glance.

"Mercedes is sous-chef at a fancy restaurant," she explained.

"Really? So, she didn't pursue a singing career?" Quinn asked surprised.

"No, didn't work out. She does still sing though, in the restaurant sometimes," Kurt answered.

"That's too bad, she has an amazing voice. Just like you," Quinn said, looking at Rachel.

Rachel smirked slightly and looked down at her breakfast. She exhaled softly, her heart was aching a little. Yes, she was in New York, but it was for something completely different then she had dreamed of. Normally, she could handle it, but now Quinn said her voice sounded good, it ached.

"Well, I can always sing in the shower," she said, trying to make a joke about it.

Quinn was about to answer, but Kurt warned her with a short shake of his head. Suddenly she realized Rachel would never be able to pursue her dreams and she regretted she had said it. She couldn't believe how insensitive she had been, it was like she was trying to get to know Rachel better for the first time. Rachel stood up and limped to the sink to clean her plate. When she was done she grabbed her cane and her leather jacket.

"I'm going to work, you can swing by if you want?" she said to Quinn.

"If you want me too, I will," the blonde replied and looked apologetic at Rachel.

"Of course, then I can show off with you," Rachel smiled and left.

Quinn looked after her and looked back at Kurt and Blaine. "I shouldn't have brought up the singing, should I?" she said, frowning. Both of them shook their head, looking a bit apologetic. "Fuck," she swore softly.

Los Angeles – 11.00 a.m.

Santana Lopez knew she was gorgeous and she used to use that into her advantage. But years went by, times changes and she changed as well. She hadn't lost her attitude and she still knew she was beautiful, she just didn't used it anymore into her advantage. People would say she was mature, she just said things happened to her. Good things, but also bad things. She sighed as her phone started ringing, it was her text tone. Letting go of the scuba tank she was about to fill, she fished out her phone and opened the text. »Miss you. Xoxo Candice.« Santana grimaced, she always thought Candice was a strippers name. She deleted the text and continued her job. Due to the loud noise that came free with filling the scuba tank, she didn't hear the footsteps behind her. It was only when she rose to her feet, she noticed someone standing behind her. She turned around and smiled as she saw who it was.

"Nikhita, hi," she said to the Indian woman.

Nikhita was about 1 feet smaller then her, had a dark skin then she did, had dark brown eyes and black hair, which laid in a braid on her back. Her smile was white and she had shiny white teeth. Al together, Nikhita was a pretty woman, if not beautiful.

"Hey, I was wondering where you went," she smirked.

Santana pointed at the scuba tank. "It was empty after the last rescue, I had to dive to cut another diver loose," she explained.

"I see. Interesting," Nikhita said. Santana lead her to a quieter place, it was hard to talk to each other with so much noise around them. "Do you like the job?" Nikhita asked, while sitting down in an empty helicopter that stood in the hangar for reparation.

Santana leant nonchalant against the helicopter, looking down at Nikhita. It was only now she noticed Nikhita's voice was soft, but still so powerful. She liked it, the voice was almost the same as Britt's voice. Brittany. Santana briefly closed her eyes, picturing Brittany's face. She missed the blonde.

"Santana?"

Santana looked up and saw Nikhita looking at her, questioning. Quickly, the Latina pulled herself back together and smiled slightly.

"Yeah, I love my job. It's sometimes thrilling, but mostly it lifesaving. And I find that important, saving someone's live," she said.

'Especially since you couldn't save a certain beauty' an annoying voice in her head said. Her jaw tightened and she tried to push the voice away.

"I like that part of my job as well," Nikhita replied, looking slightly worried at Santana. She had seen the muscles tighten in her jaw and wondered what was going on in that head. Nikhita could sense something was up with Santana, seeing Santana was obvious distracted by something. "How did you end up here?" she asked.

"I applied for the job. I already had a divers certificate and just needed a military training. After that, I was stationed here in Los Angeles," Santana told, smiling slightly. "How do you know Quinn?" she asked curious.

Nikhita smiled, remembering the first time she met Quinn. Quinn had been a mess when they first met, luckily she seemed better when they met here.

"We worked together for a while in Chicago. I met her after she ran away from Rachel and I suggested her to go talk to Rachel, she was heartbroken," Nikhita told the Latina.

"Quinn was heartbroken? How do you think Rachel felt? Quinn left her, not vice versa," Santana suddenly jumped.

She still was a bit pissed at the blonde, although Quinn had tried to explain herself. Quinn should have never left, no matter what had happened with Jaidy. Rachel didn't deserve it and Santana could understand why Rachel didn't want to talk to her. Of course, she supported Quinn to get Rachel back, but Santana was still pissed.

"But her reaction is natural, I mean, she's gone through this before," Nikhita said, looking up to the now looking pissed Latina.

"I know, she lost her first girlfriend in a crash, but that's not an excuse to run away from Rachel like that," Santana went on with her little tirade.

"No."

Nikhita bowed her head, Santana was right at that point. But luckily, Quinn had realized and maybe, just maybe she and Rachel would get back together.

"Sorry, I didn't want to yell at you."

Santana came sitting next to Nikhita and looked aside at the Indian woman. Nikhita looked up at Santana and smiled.

"It's okay. You're right, it was no excuse. But Quinn got back to her senses and I really hope she can fix things with Rachel," she said.

"Yeah, me too."

At that moment the alarm bell sounded through the hangar. The two women exchanged a look and got up to run back to the locker room. It was time to do their job.

New York – 9.30 a.m.

With her headphones in, Quinn walked through New York. She really enjoyed being here, especially since the last time she had been here. That had been with Nationals with the Glee club, which was a complete disaster. She smiled when she thought back at that time, she had been so ignorant about things around her. For crying out loud, she had been ignoring her own feelings for Rachel. She arrived at the subway and bought a ticket to go to Long Island, she was planning on taking Rachel up on that offer to come and find her. Luckily, she could catch a subway quickly and soon she was on her way. Quinn knew why she hadn't talked to Rachel about her feelings and wished she hadn't been under the influence of her father. Of course, it wasn't only her father. She had seen Kurt when he came out, she had seen Santana after that disaster with that campaign spot and she had gotten scared. She didn't want to go through that. But looking back on things, she regretted her choices. Then maybe all of this wouldn't have happened and would she still happily together with Rachel and had Rachel been a Broadway star by now. Soon she had reached her destination and got off the subway. She walked to the base and showed her ID. It was lucky she was military as well, without much trouble she walked over the base. Kurt had told her where Rachel was stationed and soon Quinn stood before the building. Feeling her sore feet, she understood why Rachel had bought a motorcycle. Quinn pushed open the door and walked inside the building. At the desk she got greeted by a boyish looking man.

"Good morning. How can I help you, ma'am?" he asked friendly.

"I'm looking for lieutenant Berry," Quinn said, laying her hand on the desk.

"She's in the canteen, ma'am. If you walk straight through this hallway, you'll find her in the back room at your left," he told her after he saw her ID.

"Thank you."

Quinn walked through the hallway and heard a familiar laugh. God, she had missed that laugh. She stopped in the doorway and saw that Rachel was playing cards with her crew mates. Suddenly someone whistled appreciating at Quinn and the blonde smirked slightly.

"Hands off, she's mine," Rachel joked as she stood up.

Quirking her eyebrow up, Quinn looked at her. She hadn't realized they were back together. Rachel smirked at her and guided her back outside.

"Here we can talk," Rachel said, while sitting down at a picnic table.

Quinn sat down next to her. "I am yours?" she asked curious.

Shyly, Rachel looked aside at Quinn. "If you still want me," she said.

"More than anything, Rae. That's why I came," Quinn smiled, wanting to hug Rachel, but wasn't sure if Rachel was okay with that.

"I'm glad you came," the brunette smiled back and swung her arms around Quinn.

A bit surprised, Quinn hugged Rachel back, glad to have her back in her arms. She took in the scent of Rachel's arm and had almost forgotten how she smelt. Quinn closed her eyes for a moment and just let the happiness overwhelm her. After moments she broke free from Rachel and looked down.

"I'm really sorry that I ran away," she whispered sorrowful.

"And I'm sorry I didn't want to talk when you came back," Rachel replied, not wanting to see Quinn said.

"No, you don't have to apologize. You had every right to ignore me."

Quinn looked up at Rachel, who smiled slightly.

"Look, I'm not saying I liked it, but I get it. You got scared. Then I got angry and that left us apart. And I don't want to be apart from you. I love you too much," Rachel said finally.

"And I love you."

Quinn closed the gap between them and kissed her softly. She felt Rachel laid her hand on the back of her head and deepened the kiss.

Los Angeles – 12.30 a.m.

The helicopter soared over the sea to get to their rescue mission. Nikhita was looking down at the water that slide under her and exchanged a look with Santana, who was in full divers clothing. They were needed in a search for a woman who fell overboard. They had spotted her miles from the boat and now Santana and Nikhita were ready to go down.

"Ready to get wet?" Santana smirked.

"Yeah, let's do this," Nikhita replied, ignoring the double meaning of this comment.

Mick attached them to the winch and winched them down into the water. Santana detached them and they swum to the woman. When they reached her, they found her unconscious and Nikhita could grab her just in time before she went under water. Quickly she checked the pulse and nodded at Santana.

"She got a pulse, but she needs to get out of the water," she called over at Santana.

"Copy that."

Santana waved at Mick to winch them up and soon the winch with a stretcher reached them. Santana motioned to Nikhita and attached her to the winch.

"You go first," she said.

Nikhita nodded, glanced one last time at the woman and motioned at Mick to winch her up. She looked down as she got lifted out of the water and had to admit it gave quite a thrill. She could understand why Quinn loved this job so much. She got pulled into the cargo and detached herself. When Mick winched down again, she quickly attached her helmet to the intercom.

"She's still alive, but she needs to go to the hospital quickly. She's hyperthermia," she reported to Tom.

"Copy that. Good job, medic," he replied.

"Thanks, but I haven't done anything yet," she smirked and watched as Santana came in front of the cargo.

Together with Mick she pulled the stretcher in and helped Santana get in the cargo. Quickly, Santana detached them and secured the stretcher. Santana knelt down next to the stretcher and it was only then Nikhita saw the woman had woken up.

"She woke up while we got lifted up. She tried to say something, but I couldn't hear her," Santana said while she bowed to the woman's head.

Nikhita watched as Santana listened to what woman was trying to say. Santana looked up with big eyes and her mouth slightly open.

"San, what is it?" she asked confused.

"Her son, her son is still in the water."

New York – 10.00 a.m.

Hand in hand Rachel and Quinn walked over the base, Rachel had just given her a tour over the base and now they were on their way back to the building where Rachel worked.

"So, what do we do now?" Rachel asked suddenly, she had asked that Quinn before, but they hadn't had the chance to talk about it.

"I think we're going to travel a lot," Quinn suggested and looked aside at the brunette.

"Yeah, that's an option. Maybe one of us can get transferred to a base close by," Rachel opted.

"That might be even a better option. But who is it going to do?" the blonde medic asked.

Rachel stayed quiet, thinking about her time her. She loved living with Mercedes, Kurt and Blaine, but she just felt out of place. Yes, she did love New York, but that had been for a complete different reason. Whenever she was walking around in New York she got reminded of the things she could have been doing.

"Maybe I should do it," Rachel finally said, looking up at Quinn.

Quinn frowned, she thought Rachel loved it her. It was New York, at school she couldn't shut up about it.

"But you love New York," she said. "I'm more than willing to transfer here."

"I know you are. I just feel out of place, this city reminds me of old dreams I will never achieve," she said, looking down at her cane.

The blonde sighed, seeing her girlfriend so sad.

"I'm sorry, Rae," she said softly.

"It's okay. I love my job and I wouldn't want to trade it for the world," the tiny brunette smiled reassuring.

Quinn knew she was lying, she would trade this job for a chance to shine on Broadway. But she decided to let it go, she was glad Rachel had found something else she loved. She wrapped her arm around Rachel's shoulder and they walked inside.

"Why are the cute ones always gay?" a blonde man said when they entered the canteen.

"Don't know, but a shame it is," a Korean looking man replied smirking.

"Shut up, Kim. And Eric, you have no right to say that, you do have a girlfriend," Rachel quickly replied, smirking back.

"But I can look, right? And I think it's just not fair that the good looking ones are gay, that's not fair to us straight people," Eric said.

"Too bad for you," Rachel replied and stuck her tongue out.

Eric was about to reply when the alarm bell rung through the building. The team rose to their feet and ran to the locker room. Rachel gave Quinn a quick kiss.

"Be careful," Quinn called after her.

"Always!" Rachel replied and disappeared in the locker room.

Quinn decided to leave the base and walked outside. She watched Rachel and her team run to a helicopter and waited for them to take off. She thought Rachel looked sexy in that uniform and was glad they fixed things. The helicopter took off and Quinn stared after them. She couldn't wait to hold Rachel in her arms again.

Los Angeles – 13.30 p.m.

Santana was back in the water, searching for the little boy. It was dark under the water and even with a flashlight it was hard to see anything. She swum further and further, going over a wreck and decided to take a look inside, maybe he was stuck here. She swum in the wreck and looked around. It was empty, there were only a few fishes swimming around. Disappointed, she swum out of the wreck and swum further and deeper. She looked at her depth meter and saw she was at 32 feet. Suddenly she saw something bright yellow and swum towards it. There, on a small ledge laid the boy. Santana quickly pushed her second breathing mask on his face and hoped he would make it. As fast as she could she went up with the boy in her hands. She noticed he wasn't taking any air and she knew she had to hurry. Soon she surfaced and looked around for the helicopter. It was luckily not far away and she waved at them. She motioned to Mick to winch them up. While she waited for the winch she tried to find a pulse at the boys neck, but couldn't find any. She started the reanimate him and as the winch landed in the water she attached herself on the winch. Mick lifted her up while she held the boy tightly in her arms. Nikhita and Mick pulled them in.

"He's not breathing and has no pulse," she called at Nikhita.

Nikhita nodded and took him over. She laid him down on the ground and started to resuscitate. Santana quickly got rid of her scuba tank and knelt down on the other side of the boy to give the boy mouth to mouth.

"Tom, we have to go to the hospital now!" Nikhita called at Tom through the intercom.

"Already on our way. How's the boy?" he asked.

"Not good," was all Nikhita said.

Santana took over the resuscitation. She was determined to save this boy, he had to make it. She looked over her shoulder at the mum, who seemed to have lost her conscious again.

"How is she doing?" the Latina asked.

"We managed to get her temperature up a bit," Nikhita informed her.

"Good."

They arrived at the hospital and a team of doctors were already waiting for them. Mick and Nikhita lifted the boy out of the helicopter on to the stretcher, while Santana was resuscitating. Another team took the mum with them. A doctor attached the boy to the heart monitor and asked Santana to stop resuscitating. Intense they stared at the monitor, which showed a flat line.

"I'm sorry," the doctor said.

They took the boy with them inside the hospital. Santana looked after them, exhausted, sad and a little angry.

"Fuck!" she suddenly called.

Nikhita laid a hand on the Latina's shoulder in an attempt to calm her down. Santana just turned around and climbed back in het helicopter. Nikhita and Mick followed her and soon the helicopter was on route to the base.

Los Angeles – 18.00 p.m.

The shift had ended and Santana walked to her car, she was done with this day. Later she had heard the woman was doing better, so they had at least saved one life. She threw her kitbag in the back seat of her car and opened the door of the driver's seat.

"Santana! Wait!" Santana looked up and saw Nikhita running towards her. She waited until Nikhita came to a halt in front of her. "The rest is going to grab a drink. Are you coming as well?" she asked.

"No, I'm going home," Santana said shortly.

"San, you did what you could," Nikhita said, sensing the Latina was feeling guilty.

"But it wasn't enough, was it? I'll see you tomorrow."

Santana stepped in her car, slammed the door shut and drove off. In her rear window she saw standing Nikhita alone, looking after her. She felt guilty for yelling at Nikhita, again. She promised herself she would make it up to the woman. Tomorrow. After a short drive, she arrived at her cottage. Is stood almost on the beach and Santana totally loved it. She parked her car and walked up to the door. She let herself in and threw her keys on the table. Kicking off her shoes she walked towards the kitchen, she needed a strong drink after today. She grabbed a beer from her fridge and walked back to the living room. Suddenly her eye caught something strange, the door to her veranda was open. Frowning, she sat down her beer and walked to the door. She stepped outside and her breath stoked in her throat. Looking out on the beach sat a woman in a wheelchair. Santana's mouth went dry as she saw the long blonde hair.

"Brittany?"