A/N: Soooo I was thinking some sad/ happy stories. Recommendation though, listen to Home- by Gabrielle Aplin when reading this story.
I'm a phoenix in the water,
A fish that's learnt to fly,
And I've always been a daughter
But feathers are meant for the sky.
So I'm wishing, wishing further
For the excitement to arrive.
The constant beeping in her ears were deafening. In reality it was just a small sound but right now, it was the worst thing to ever hear. Santana would never guess that she would be sitting in this room, with two of her girlfriends, one of them being in the hospital bed in front of her, and the other curled into a little ball on the her side. She never wanted this, everything was fine until Quinn went off to war. She should have never let Quinn leave. Quinn should have stayed home, with Brittany and herself. They would be at home now, having pillow fights, telling old stories of high school. Not sitting here, in the hospital, with two thirds of the Unholy Trinity, wondering if their missing piece will wake up.
It's just I rather be causing the chaos,
Than laying at the sharp end of this knife
With every small disaster
I'll let the waters still
Take me away to some place real.
Brittany was just a shell of herself. She didn't want to move from her spot, she didn't want to eat, she didn't want to do anything anymore. Not without Quinn. Quinn was their silent protector. The one to keep everything bad away. All the girls knew it. Even though Santana claims she is more badass than any of her girls, Santana and Brittany knew that Quinn was going to be the one to destroy anything that upsets the girls. And Brittany missed that. She missed snuggling into Quinn, with her face permanently placed in side of Quinn's neck, holding onto Santana's hand and resting them onto Quinn's indestructible abs. Sharing a small smile with Santana, who would be laying on the other side, while Quinn tells them another story. That's what they should be doing.
"Sanny?" Brittany croaked. Her voice was still soar from crying so much for the past few days.
"Hmm?" Santana was still wiping some fallen tears off her face. She needed to stay strong.
"Do you think Quinnie will wake up?"
"She will. I know she will."
Cause they say home is where your heart is set in
stone, is where you go when you're alone
it's where you go to rest your bones.
Santana and Brittany each moved to Quinn's side. Just how they would be at home. They each held on to a hand.
Brittany placed her head on Quinn's left shoulder. Stroking up and down the scar ridden arm. She began to say what exactly what was on her mind.
"Hey Quinnie. I know that you might be in a coma and can't answer back, but that's fine." Brittany sniffed. Santana didn't dare say a word, but just let Brittany do the talking for her. " You gave us a big scare when we answered the front door to some of your army friends. They told us that you were captured. They told us that... that you endured some beatings while in captivity. But then... then they told us they got you back. That you were placed here in the hospital, in Germany, and that you were safe. When they told us, I was crying, while San started packing our things and cursing. I really couldn't make out what she was saying because I was to sad and happy at the same time. Sad that you were hurt, and happy that you would be coming home."
Santana was full on crying now. She remembered that day. She had nearly collapsed at the mention of Quinn being in the hospital. Santana never wanted to hear the words ' She was shipped to the hospital to stop all the bleeding' ever again. She didn't even want to hear it in the first place.
Brittany on the other hand, had silent tears streaming down her face, she needed to get through the story. It felt like telling Quinn the story would wake her up.
"When Sanny told me that we were going to bring you home. That's when I freaked out." Brittany giggled lightly at that, she was a bit to emotional then, " I started cleaning the house. I don't know why, but I didn't want you to come home to a dirty house. So I started in the bedroom, I switched the sheets, I got out the comfy pillows and made the bed."
It's not just where you lay our head
It's not just where you make your bed
As long as we're together, does it matter where we go
Home, Home
So when I'm ready to be bolder,
And my cuts have healed with time,
Comfort will rest on my shoulder
And I'll bury my future behind.
"S totally had her game face on. She was like, on a mission, when she bought the tickets to Germany. It was super funny." Santana smiled at that. She may have been a little to rough with the lady on the phone when buying the ticket, but really, that was the past.
I'll always keep you with me
You'll be always on my mind
But there's a shining in the shadows
I'll never know unless I try
"You know Quinn, we were always thinking about you when you were away. I have a picture of all of us together in the locket around my neck, and S has the same picture in her wallet. So really, even though you weren't here, you were always with us. I guess it's our turn to be here for you know, huh." Brittany didn't know what else to say, so Santana filled in for here.
With every small disaster
I'll let the waters still
Take me away to some place real
Cause they say home is where your heart is set in
Stone, is where you go when you're alone
Is where you go to rest your bones
It's not just where you lay your head,
It's not just where you make your bed,
As long as were together, does it matter where we go
Home, Home, Home, Home
"Please wake up Quinn. We need you to be there at home. To wake up at ungodly hours of the morning to make us breakfast. To argue with me on who gets the TV remote. To hold me and Britt at night. Just please, please wake up!" Santana was sobbing in to the bed. She just wanted to take her girls back to LA. Where everything is alright. This was supposed to be Quinn's last one. She was supposed to be back and stay there. Not here in Germany.
That's when the beeping started to pick up. And that's when the a groan was heard. And that's when Blue and Brown eyes connected with Hazel.
"Hey." Quinn said after a few minutes of getting used to everything. "What's up?"
"Really? What's up? That's what you have to say to us after being in a coma for the pas 4 days?!" Santana was flabbergasted. But yet relieved that Quinn as okay.
"You're awake! We get to go home! I'm going to put you in the room and lock you up." Brittany is currently overwhelmed with emotions and hugging the life out of Quinn right now. Please leave a message after the beep.
"But guys, I'm already home."
"What are you talking about? Do you have like amnesia or something?" Santana was starting to grow worried. Oh fuck. Is there something wrong with Quinn?
"Well, when I'm with you guys, I'm home. I don't need the bed, the big kitchen, a TV. I just need my girls." Quinn said it like it was the most obvious thing in the world. "Home is where the heart is. And I'm pretty sure mine is split between you two."
Quinn was right. Neither girl could deny that. Because each girl cuddled into the blonde in the hospital bed, and they have never felt more at peace.
Because when they're together, they're at home.
Cause they say home is where your heart is set in
Stone, is where you go when you're alone
Is where you go to rest your bones
It's not just where you lay your head,
It's not just where you make your bed,
As long as were together, does it matter where we go
Home, Home, Home, Home.
A/N: So what did you guys think? this one was pretty long. If you didn't listen to the song, you really should. It gives me all the feels and I am just full of Hurt!Quinn feelings right now. Like I don't know why but I am just crazy in love with that idea. Anyways, if you have any suggestions let me know, otherwise, enjoy!