Whoa.. Chapter 10 already? Weird ..

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SOBER, SAD AND SAPPY

"Santana? You okay?"

Santana looks up and softly shakes her head

"...I don't think I am.."

Santana has been crying for an hour or so.

Normaly, she barely cries. She doesn't like feelings. She doesn't like having them, she doesn't like other people having them, she doesn't know how to deal with them.

She holds everything up until she just.. cracks.

And tonight, was her breakdown. It's like every little thing suddenly was just too much too handle. It's like the little things that used to irritate her, suddenly are making her life a living hell.

Suddenly, everything matters. Even though, nothing actually does.

"I-I am so.. so sorry..." Santana stumbles out "I'm-I'm sorry I never called you I... I didn't do it on purpose I .. I just .." She sniffs

"I'm just so sorry Quinnie ..."

"Heey... Hey it's okay, you don't have to apologize to me..." She softly strikes Santana's hair and pulls her closer into her arms.

She feels Santana shaking against her chest, and softly presses a kiss on her head.

"It's okay sweetie.. You're gonna be okay.."

Santana sniffs "I-I don't .. I don't even know if, if I will be..okay.."

"You will be, I know you, remember? You're Santana Lopez, you can do anything"

"I'm.. I'm not that girl anymore Quinn..."

Quinn lifts her Santana's chin up with her index finger and looks at her.

"Hey, look at me. You can do this, okay? You're strong, you can be strong again."

Santana looks up to her. She's still sobbing.

She had been sitting by the lake for a while, until suddenly Quinn came running up to her. Apparently she doesn't live that far from here, and she was going on her daily late-night run in the park, when she saw Santana.

She hadn't said much, she just went to sit by Santana and held her tightly, while striking her hand over her hair.
She knew Santana would talk when she wanted to, she wasn't waiting, she just wrapped her arms around the girl like she would never ever let go.

"Let's get you home, okay?"

Santana nods softly "Okay.."

Quinn slowly stands up and reaches her hand out to Santana. She takes her hand and stands up. Quinn wraps her arm around Santana's waist, while intertwining their fingers with her other hand.

"I'm sorry..."

"Don't be.."

They walked all the way up to Santana's house, Quinn thought she could use the fresh air, although it was getting a bit cold.

When they reach the front door, Quinn takes Santana's purse from her and searches for her keys. She tries a few different keys, and eventually opens the door.

She takes Santana's hand and leads her inside.

As Quinn is searching for the light, Santana walks into the kitchen and opens a bottle of vodka. She's just about to pour herself a glass when Quinn walks in and stops her.

"Ooh no no no ..." She takes the bottle from Santana "We're not doing that tonight."

Santana pouts "Quinn. I need this."

"No, you don't. You can't make your problems disappear by getting wasted. When you're sober again, they will still be there. And you will be there too, only with a massive hangover."

Santana hates it when Quinn's right, wich she is, most of the time. Not that she would normally admit it, but she was in a state of emotional breakdown right now, and she doesn't feel like arguing at all.

"Yeah" she whispers out "You're probably right.." she says, as she puts the glass back in the cabinet.

"Come on, I noticed you have like, a giant tv screen. That has to be used in desperate times like this. Also, I'm staying over, just so you know."

Santana couldn't help but to hint a smile. After all this time, Quinn still knew her so well. Quinn had already left the kitchen, and a minute later Santana heard the sound of the tv. She looked at the bottle of vodka, took it, and put it back in a cabinet.

She won't be needing that tonight.

Santana wakes up in the middle of the night by the sound of a buzzing phone. She tries to ignore it, but it keeps going off.

She looks at the clock. 4am.

Quinn is snuggled into her side, sound asleep. They're still laying on the couch in the living room, after a marathon of the sappiest movies Quinn could find.

Santana softly moves so she doesn't wake Quinn up, and grabs her phone, just as it starts buzzing again. The screenlight hurts her eyes.

13 missed calls.

What.

She quickly picks up.

"What the hell is your problem?! It's fucking 4am!" she whispers loudly

"Oh, Santana I'm so sorry! Did I wake you?"

"Brittany?"

"Yees..."

"Oh my god, Brittany I'm sorry I didn't want to be so rude.. I didn't know it was you.."

"It's okay Sanny" Santana smiles

"But .. why are you calling me in the middle of the night?"

"Oh.. yeah i don't know.."

Santana chuckles. This girl could literally get away with anything.

"I just.. I just suddenly had this feeling that I should call you .. Are you okay?"

Oh my god.

Is she psychic or something? Maybe Lord Tubbington told her.. No, Santana, you did not just think that.

"Uhm .. I don't know .. I wasn't, I really, really wasn't but.. I'm okay now, I guess."

She hears Brittany sigh in relief and smiles. Seriously ...

"Well, then .. Lord Tubbington is missing you."

Santana chuckles "Ahw, tell him I miss him too. And, Brittany ..?"

"Yeah?"

"I miss you"

Brittany blushes "I miss you too Sanny .. Sweet dreams"

"Sweet dreams Britt-Britt" Santana whispers, and she smiles. She hears Brittany hang up the phone and she puts her phone away, before turning around again, seeing Quinn looking at her with a frown.

"Who was that?"

Thoughts?