Episode Seventeen

Quinn P.O.V

I woke up to heavy footsteps follow by a door being harshly swung open. Quickly sitting up I looked over to see Santana not by my side anymore. I jumped out of bed and hurried to the bathroom where I heard someone throwing up. I knew it was Santana so that only made me want to hurry to her. When I got there I saw her hovering over the bathroom, groaning and rubbing her temple. I knelt beside her, removing hair out of her face with one hand and rubbing her back with my other hand. She jumped at first but when she realize it was me she relaxed to my touch. She opened her mouth to tell me something but quickly hoover the toilet and started to throw up again. After she was done I stood up and grabbed mouth wash for her, looking over at her again when she started to throw up. I knelt down next to her again and return to holding her hair back and rubbing her back. I couldn't help but feel worry about her. She just been drugged and I'm sure she has no idea. It's like any other after party situation for her. She probably thinks it's another hangover from drinking too much.

She stood up after a while and walked over to the sink to rinse her mouth with the cup of mouth wash I placed for her. "You want aspirin?" I asked when she started to rub her temple again. She looked at me and nodded her head. "Lay down, I'll go get them." She nodded again and headed back to the bed as I made my way to the kitchen where Rachael was sitting on a stool watching the news. She glance back at me and gave me a small hint of a weak smile. "How is she?" She asked, getting off the stool and walking to the other side of the counter. "Not well, she was throwing up right now." I answered and walked to her to get the aspirin. After spending nights at Rachael's place I knew where everything was so it wasn't hard to find the aspirin bottle. "Yeah I heard her all the way over here, does she remember anything?" I grabbed a glass cup and filled it with water, placing it on the counter and looking at her. "I doubt it." I answered, opening the small bottle that contains the pills and took two of them out.

"Are you going to tell her?"

"She has the right to know what kind of monster Chris is." It wasn't going to be easy but she did have the right to know. Plus I don't want her anywhere near that bastard. Not after what happen last night. How could he take advantage of her like that? I just wanted to rip his head off just thinking of what he did to her. I wasn't going to let this past for sure. I'll make sure of that. He'll get every piece of pain from me and maybe Puck will help.

"He should go to jail." Rachael said, folding a wet cloth and handing it to me. "Yeah, well we need prove to do that and I want to make sure Santana knows first before we start making decisions." She nodded in agreement. "I'll make breakfast." I gave her a thankful smile before grabbing the cup of water, the two pills and the wet cloth.

I walked over to the room to see Santana laying on the bed and rubbing her temple again with a pain expression on her face. When she noticed I enter the room she quickly sat up and I gave her the two pills. She placed both of them on her tongue before grabbing the cup of water and washing the pills down. She let out a groan and placed the glass cup on the night stand and laid back into the pillow. I put the wet cloth on her forehead and sat down next to her.

"Santana... We need to talk." She looked at me for a moment before looking up at the celling and closed her eyes. "If it's about the kiss I don't want to talk about it... Let's forget about it okay?" I totally forgot about the kiss but I pushed that aside and focus on what I really wanted to talk about. "N-no, it's not that." She reopen her eyes and looked at me, clearly confuse. Now I was sure she had no clue what the fuck happen last night. That alone only made me even more nervous. I didn't know how she was going to react to this. When it came to Santana there was no telling what she would do or act at certain situations.

"About what then?" She asked, sitting up and leaning against the headboard to give me more attention. She took off the wet cloth from her forehead and played with it as she waited for me to start talking. "A-about last night." I felt my heart pound against my chest as I watched her raise her eyebrow. She let out a sigh before opening her mouth to say something, "Did I do something stupid?" She asked; worry swimming all over her voice. "No, it's just... Santana do you remember anything that happen last night at all?" She shrugged her shoulders and nodded her head.

"Well kind of, the last thing I remember was dancing with Chris then Chris went to go get a drink for me so I went outside after that was a blur." She replied. He must've put something in her drink. Ugh, I'm going to kill him. I knew she was trying to remember more but she couldn't. After she tried to remember and found nothing she looked at me. "Why? What happen?"

"Santana, did Chris ever give you the drink?" Stupid question but you never know. "Yeah, why Q? Stop acting stupid and tell me what the fuck you're trying to tell me." She said, frustrated. Here goes nothing.

"Santana Chris drugged you." She looked beyond confuse now. "What? No he didn't, why would you say that?"

"Cause he did, we found you in a room with him, you were completely out and he was putting his pants-"

"Now you're saying he raped me! God Quinn you're so stupid! He would never do that!" She got off the bed and grabbed her car keys. "Where you going?!" I asked, following her to the door. "Chris." She simply said, opening the door and getting out. I hurried out the door with her. "Santana! No! Why?!" I exclaimed.

"Cause he's not a liar like you!" And with that she got in her car and drove off.