I am sooooo sooo sorry for the wait. Anyway here is chapter 3.
Also, I forgot to mention that this takes place after graduation and yes Brittany did graduate with them.
And one more thing. I do not own anything please do not sue me i am a broke college student.
Enjoy.
When Quinn wakes up, she's being carried on Brittany's back. She doesn't remember how she got there or why her left leg is hurting, and it feels like someone hit her on the head with a brick but she does remember knocking on a door and then total darkness. She isn't sure why she's on Brittany's back but she has a hunch that it has something to do with her leg.
Brittany turns her head to the side to look at her before turning to the road again. The redness in her eyes indicates that the quirky blonde had been crying. The feeling Quinn gets overwhelms her. She stays quiet for a moment, trying hard to remember what happened. She gives up a few seconds later and decides to just ask Brittany herself.
"What happened?" she asks. Her voice is groggy. She's probably been knocked out for a long time now.
"I don't know." Brittany begins. "We were walking from the house and then there was a gunshot and you fell and hit your head. There was blood everywhere Quinn. I was so scared; I picked you up and started running. I ran and ran until I couldn't breathe anymore so I stopped and waited on the side of the road till you woke up because you always know what to do Quinn but you didn't wake up and I was so scared you wouldn't wake up anymore."
Brittany was saying a lot so fast, she could barely keep up. She took a second to process this new information. She's extremely surprised that Brittany, of all people, had saved her.
Wait.
"Are you hurt Brittany? Did you get shot? Oh my gosh. Let me down so I can look." Quinn panicked. If anything happened to Brittany, she could never look her in the eyes again. Fuck what Santana would do to her. She wouldn't be able to live with herself.
"No, no I'm fine. But you're not. You got shot in the leg. That's why I'm carrying you. I had to use all of the water we had to clean it. We have to keep changing the rag so it won't get infected."
Quinn takes a peek at her leg. It's cleaned and there's a rag that looks suspiciously like Brittany's blanket wrapped around the wound. When did she learn first aid? She's confused. Brittany has been one of her best friends since middle school. Why didn't she tell her she knew first aid? Quinn feels horrible now. She always thought that Brittany was a little on the dense side. How wrong was she though? Brittany manages to surprise her yet again. She has soo many questions. She wants to ask Brittany how she knows first aid but then again everyone should know how to do it. If that's true then she missed the class.
"Brittany, your blanket!"
Brittany giggles and waves it off like it wasn't the first blanket her deceased mother bought her. Despite Brittany's giggling, Quinn feels awful. Scratch that. She feels horrible. She feels like she just took a baby duckling from its mother and fed it to a bunch of hungry alligators. Brittany didn't have to do that. She could have just ripped her t-shirt off of her and used that instead.
"Don't worry about it Q. It's replaceable." The taller girl tries to sooth. It only makes Quinn freak out even more because Brittany takes that blanket everywhere she goes.
"Replaceable? Britt, it was a blanket your mom bought you before she passed away! That is not replaceable." Quinn says. She knows it's ridiculous to freak out over a blanket but she can't help herself.
Brittany just smiles a smile Quinn has never seen before. It does something to her. Something she has never in her life felt before. That smile makes Brittany look like an angel. She's so beautiful and Quinn just wants to hold her and never let go.
"You want to know what's not replaceable?" She asks. After a couple of seconds of just walking with Quinn on her back, she speaks again. "You are."
That's when it really hits Quinn. The feeling of comfort and longing. She feels her eyes getting warmer and tears dropping from her cheeks so she tries to hide her face in the crook of Brittany's neck. That doesn't help because now she's full on sobbing. She hasn't cried like this since Brittany's mother's funeral a couple of years ago. Brittany's mother was more of a mother to Quinn than her own alcoholic mother was.
Brittany gently lowers Quinn off of her back and instead of asking her what's wrong, she hugs her tightly and kisses her forehead. Quinn is grateful for this. She was never really good at explaining any of her feelings.
After she has calmed down, Brittany gently throws Quinn back onto her back. Quinn doesn't know how she gets the strength since Brittany's been walking for a long time but she looks like she doesn't have a problem with it and trying to walk again would probably slow them down even more.
It's dark outside now and they've been walking for at least 30-40 minutes. Quinn is worried that Brittany might be tired but soo far she hasn't given Quinn any signs.
"Britt I think I can walk now." Quinn says. Brittany puts Quinn down but to her dismay, one of her knees hit the cement road.
"Are you okay Quinn?" The taller blonde puts an arm around her.
"Yeah.. I think I can just limp and hold on to you." Quinn suggests. The two begin walking again. She swears when they were driving down this road, it wasn't that long. But then again, she was speeding like a maniac.
"It's getting really late Quinn. I think we need to find somewhere to sleep tonight. I'm really tired."
The idea of sleeping in the woods or on the side of the road creeps her out but Brittany deserves some rest. Quinn looks around in the darkness and sees a broken down trailer. Was that even there before? To say she was scared was an understatement. Last time they wandered into a scary place, she barely made it out alive.
"You stay here. I'll go check it out." Brittany says. If Quinn wasn't scared for their lives then, she definitely is now. There is no frickin way she is letting Brittany wonder alone in that place.
"No don't. I don't want anything to happen to you." She whispers, grabbing the taller girls arm and holding it close to her.
"If anything happens, I'll just run and pick you up and run till I can't breathe."
Quinn could not believe this was happening. Being stuck in the middle of nowhere, with no food or water, and it's freezing cold. Not to mention she has an injured leg and Brittany is tired.
Brittany starts walking towards the trailer. It doesn't take long till she disappears into the tall grass. Quinn is definitely worried. A few more pass and still Brittany is nowhere to be seen. Quinn is nerve-wrecked. She begins limping towards the trailer. She stops when the grass starts rustling. Quinn is frozen in fear and all she can think about is Santana killing her if she ever survives.
"It's safe Quinn!" Brittany shouts, head poking out of the tall grass. Quinn thinks she might have a heart attack because that was beyond startling.
The taller blonde lifts Quinn up bridal style. They walk through the grass and Brittany opens the door to the trailer. When they get inside, it's empty and hollow. There's a small living room area when you first walk in and to the right is a door to a bedroom. To the left is a kitchen. Or what's supposed to be a kitchen. And past the kitchen is a bathroom with the door kicked down. She could have sworn it looked bigger on the outside.
Brittany gently puts Quinn against a wall. "I'll go take a look around for stuff.'' Quinn watches as Brittany opens the bedroom door and enters. A few minutes later and Brittany pops her head out of the door. "You'll never believe what's in here Quinn! I found a blanket, a pillow, and there's even a mattress in here!"
In this current situation, it all sounds like heaven to Quinn. If her leg wasn't hurting as bad, she would be jumping with joy along with Brittany. Brittany goes into the room and carries the mattress out and puts it against the wall. Quinn is mortified. The mattress can only fit one of them.
"You take the mattress and I'll be on the ground right next to you so we can share the blanket.'' Brittany quips. Quinn is even more mortified. There is no way she's going to take the mattress and leave Brittany on the floor.
"No its okay. You can have the mattress and I'll take the floor. You've been running and carrying me around all day. You deserve it Brittany.'' She interjects. It's not fair to Brittany at all if she takes the mattress.
"Are you sure?''
Quinn smiles. "Remember in freshman year at cheerleading camp when the older girls locked me, you, and Santana out of the cabin and we had to sleep in the sand by the beach?" That memory causes Brittany to laugh and Quinn to laugh along with her.
"Yeah I remember. Santana was really angry. I had to hold her hand and sleep on top of her to make sure she didn't go to jail for murder.'' Quinn remembers but she doesn't remember being as jealous as she is now.
She clears her throat, hoping to wash the feeling away. "Anyway umm.. I'll just lay down now. I'm pretty tired.'' She lays right next to the mattress and covers herself with part of the blanket and faces away. She can hear Brittany lay on the mattress and feel her getting under the blanket.
It's been an hour and Quinn still hasn't fallen asleep. She turns around to face Brittany but she's facing the wall, probably sleeping better then Quinn can ever sleep. She turns back to her side and closes her eyes, willing herself to fall asleep.
"I can't sleep either." Brittany whispers into the darkness. Quinn is kind of startled. She lays on her other side to face Brittany, careful not to put any pressure on her wounded leg. Brittany does the same, facing her. She takes this moment to admire Brittany's features. The lights of the full moon that illuminate her makes her look like a real angel. Her eyes are beautiful, tired but still beautiful nonetheless. The urge to reach out and trace the curves of Brittany's face is strong but she refrains from it.
"Can I ask you a question?'' Quinn looks up from staring at Brittany's lips and blushes. She clears her throat and nods, hoping Brittany hadn't notice. "Why did you break up with Sam? You don't have to answer if you don't want to. I just really want to know.''
"I didn't love him the way he loved me." Quinn replies.
Silent consumes them for a while until Brittany speaks up again.
"You don't have to sleep on the floor you know. Just sleep on top of me. I bet I'm more comfortable then the floor.''
With all of the confused emotions she's been feeling for Brittany, Quinn doesn't think it's such a good idea. Her heart is racing so she hesitates a little. She climbs on top of Brittany and rests her head on her chest. Brittany's boobs are comfortable. Much more comfortable then the pillows she has on her king sized bed back at home. She contemplates on hiring Brittany as her pillow but she thinks about it again and it makes her sound like a total creep. She can hear Brittany's heart as she slowly drifts off into deep sleep. She's never heard anything more beautiful in her life.