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Quinn stood there by the front door with Santana in her arms. It felt as though all of the Latina's weight was leaning on her, and to tell you the truth...she wasn't sure if she could hold them both up much longer. "Santana," she whispered lightly, however the other girl didn't answer. Quinn let out a small sigh, "San, come on...help me out a bit." The blonde mumbled as she tried her best to bring her and her broken friend to the living room.
However Santana didn't even move at all, not even taking any steps. It was all up to Quinn to get them to a seating place. She continued her attempt of pulling Santana further into her house. It seemed pointless though as the weight of her friend just brought them both to the floor with a loud thump.
"Ow, son of a bitch!" The raven haired girl sobbed out.
Quinn sat up and rubbed her head which was now pounding as a result to it hitting the floorboard first, "well, I'm sorry."
The other girl was now rubbing her shoulder which was the only part of her that had met the floor seeing as the rest of her had landed on the blonde. As she sat there rubbing her shoulder she let her crying continue...there really was no point in trying to hide it or even trying to subside it.
Quinn stared at her with her eyes squinting in pain, "that floor is really hard," she mumbled. She didn't really know what else to say.
Santana stood up and without any word she walked toward the kitchen. Quinn turned her head and watched her stalk away, "where are you going?" She asked quietly.
After a moment of staring after her friend when she got no answer Quinn stood up, though it was done a bit fast as her whole sight turned black and her head continued to pound, "whoa," she said as she stumbled toward the kitchen.
She met Santana at the island in the middle with a bottle of liquor, the dark-haired girl was in the process of pouring it into a glass.
With her hand still rubbing her head Quinn asked, "what are you doing?"
Santana looked with now dry cheeks as the silent tears had seemed to stop, "I..." She shook her head, "what does it look like?"
Quinn's eyes traveled around the room, "what's up Santana? I thought you were going to Brittany's."
Santana set the bottle down with a hard chuckle as she swiftly picked up the glass and downed her drink, "so."
That's when it hit her, Quinn realized that Brittany must have done something, "San?" She whispered bringing her hand down away from her head which was still hurting but it didn't really matter much anymore. She cleared her throat, "what happened?"
Sam reached the hotel about forty minutes later and he pulled out the card key to the room and unlocked the door. Once he stepped inside he was met with a worried look on his mother's face, "where were you!" She demanded.
Sam shook his head, "I was just...hanging out with a friend."
"Who? Where were you?" His father asked.
Sam shurgged, "I was with Quinn, at her house." He looked at the clock on the table beside the bed, it was eleven thirty. "I'm sorry, I didn't realize how late it was."
His mother shook her head, "just, call next time or something." She said.
Sam nodded, "of course, I'm sorry." He looked around the room and noticed both Stevie and Stacy were asleep in there bed. He then turned back to his parents, "I think I'm gonna go to sleep."
His father nodded, "alright...we'll lock the door behind us."
Sam was confused, "wait, what?"
"We're gonna look around for jobs...happy anniversary to us huh?" His mother gave him a small smile.
That's right, Sam forgot their anniversary fell in the month of May. He nodded, "well, have fun I suppose."
His father shrugged, "we figured we'd do something together without any of you kids at some point...and since we spent the whole day with Stevie and Stacy...well, we just wanted to catch a bit of time alone."
"Understandable," Sam said.
After his parents left Sam began to get undressed to change into his pajamas; which included a pair of shorts and no shirt (it was summer, and it was hot in this hotel room). When he picked up his jeans to put in the dirty laundry pile he noticed there was something in the pocket. He stared at it confused before pulling out Quinn's ipod. His eyes widened in surprise, "oh no!" She's gonna think I stole it.
Finn was now sitting on the chair across from where Blaine and Kurt were sitting, "I just...I didn't think it would be that big of a deal." He shook his head.
Kurt smiled at how stupid the tall boy was, why did he ever like him? "She's your ex-girlfriend Finn...obviously Rachel is going to think it's a big deal."
Finn looked at the other two, "but, I don't feel anything for Quinn anymore."
Blaine looked at his boyfriend before looking back to Finn, "are you sure?"
Finn nodded, "yes."
Kurt shrugged, "well, maybe you should change your mind then."
That confused Finn, "change my mind about feeling something for her?"
Kurt chuckled, "no, change your mind about choosing her." How stupid was his step-brother?
Finn stared at him in disbelief, "but...I...friends." He mumbled.
Blaine shared a chuckle with the boy sitting beside him, "you can still be friends with Quinn, just with something else."
Finn rolled his eyes, "I don't have feelings for Quinn!" He shot out of the chair and looked at the other two, "and...we tried to pick someone else...Rachel said no to Santana." And with that the tall boy was stomping up the stairs.
Kurt looked at Blaine who seemed a little lost, "Finn and Santana did the nasty."
Blaine nodded in realization before he himself stood up, "I should probably leave...it's getting late." Kurt stood up with him and walked him to the door.
"I'll see you tomorrow?" Kurt said questioningly.
Blaine nodded, "of course." He leaned in and quickly pecked the other boys lips before leaving the Hummel-Hudson home.
The bottle was half empty now and Quinn had watched Santana drink it...she didn't get an answer each time she asked what was wrong.
"Santana!" Quinn all but yelled.
The Latina looked at her with a smirk on her face, "you want some?" She had asked this question about five times already.
Once again Quinn declined, "no, I wanna know what's wrong?"
Santana took another drink, this time not even bothering to pour it into the glass, "I'm just wonderful Q...what's wrong with you?"
Quinn rolled her eyes, "Santana, I'm not playing games here...what happened at Brittany's?"
Santana glared at her, "I already said nothing...so stop asking me about it!" She took another drink and Quinn watched as she slammed the bottle on the island top.
Quinn stepped over to her friend, this had to stop; the drinking, the yelling, the crying, the pain in Santana's voice. It all had to stop. Quinn slid the bottle away from Santana and looked into her eyes, "Santana, what happened?"
Santana's eyes were tearing up again as she shook her head, "nothing."
Quinn's hand's cupped her friends face to stop her head from bobbing side to side, "if you don't tell, me I'm never gonna let you go." Quinn smiled softly.
Even the tears shining in her eyes could not hide the death glare Santana was giving the blonde, "she broke my heart." She muttered.
Quinn let her hands fall to her sides as she stared at Santana sympathetically, "how?"
Santana shook her head yet again, but she led the blonde to the livingroom and they sat on the couch. "She texted me at the store right?" When Quinn gave her a nod Santana knew she was listening. "Well the text said, I wanna talk. It had one of those wicked smiley faces that Brittany always sends when she has something important to say. So I texted her back saying I was hanging out with you, and that we could talk tomorrow. However, she sent me anoher message stating that it was super important and that I needed to come tonight, so I told you about it." She paused and looked at Quinn with her shining eyes.
Santana just scoffed, "and you being the damn good friend you are let me go...why did you let me go Q?"
Quinn just shrugged without saying a word.
The dark-haired girl shook her head, "I got there, and I was happy...I was really freaking happy. I rang the doorbell and she told me her parents were gone, and that got me thinking okay why does that matter, cause we've done it while her parents were there before."
At that the blonde shook her head in a I-did-not-need-to-know-that way.
Santana, however, ignored it, "so she told me to go up to her room, so I did...now I'm not like obsessed with sex or anything...I didn't even think we were gonna do it, I just thought we were gonna talk." Santana paused.
Quinn's eyes were wide, "wait, maybe I don't wanna know...I don't want to hear about your sex with Brittany, Santana." With a glance at the other girl and her hurt state however Quinn whispered, "did she like, say the wrong name or something?"
Santana chuckled in a hateful way, "no...we didn't do that...you know why she called me over?"
Quinn sighed in relief before shaking her head, "no, why?"
Santana wiped away the tears that had freely fell, "she told me that her and Artie are back together and his parents bought her a ticket to Hawaii to go with them on their family vacation."
Hearing that, Quinn's already broken heart broke in half as she watched Santana try to stop her tears.
"It's like I can't buy her a ticket to Hawaii!" Santana said. "...well, I can't, I mean I'm from Lima Heights Adjacent...I'm nothing but a trailer trash slut."
Quinn shook her head, "no, Santana, you're not...you're so much better than that."
Santana just cried even more.
Quinn did the only thing she knew to do, she held Santana just hoping the crying would stop soon.
At least this time they were already sitting down.
And there is chapter 8, I hope it was good enough!...
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