The Hospital's That Way

'Q?' Santana whispered. 'Quinn, wake up.'

'San?' The blonde replied groggily, lifting her head from where it was resting on her arm. 'What is it?'

'We're almost home.' Santana's voice was riddled with excitement and emotion, she could hardly wait to see Brittany.

'Seriously?' Quinn shot up, sitting upright in her seat. 'How long have I been asleep?'

'About five hours, give or take.' Santana chuckled.

'Shit, I'm sorry S. I should have been awake with you.' She rubbed her eyes, wincing as she caught one of the bruises on her face.

'Don't even worry about it Q. You were so tired.'

'Yeah but so are you, I shouldn't have made you drive the whole way alone.'

'It's cool, I actually liked the quiet. Had time to, process everything, you know?' Quinn nodded, smiling gently at the brunette. 'And besides, I'm way to wired to sleep.' She grinned, thinking of Brittany.

'Yeah,' Quinn looked at the brunette, studying her body language. Her right arm, the one Quinn shot, was shaking. 'Santana, are you alright?' She asked, concerned about her friend.

'Yeah, don't worry about me Q. I'm fine.' She smiled at the blonde, who didn't really believe her.

'You're not okay, Santana.' She rubbed Santana's shoulder gently, the brunette wincing as she did so. 'We need to get that looked at San.'

'I'm fine.' She pulled away from the blonde. Quinn's hand falling back into her lap.

'I still cant believe that I shot you.' She said timidly, staring at the blood soaked material wrapped around the Latina's arm.

'Quinn we've been through this, you…'

'I know, I saved us, whatever. It still doesn't make me feel any better.' She sighed. 'What if I hadn't been such a lousy shot? What if I had hit him square in the chest? It would have killed you Santana.' She saw a tear fall down the smaller girl's cheek, watching her quickly wipe it away and then turn to her with a smile.

'Honestly Q, part of me wishes you were a better shot.' She laughed.

'San, what are you saying, you…. You wouldn't have..' Quinn stopped.

'Survived.' Santana finished for her. 'Yeah, I would have been gone, and part of me wasn't scared of that happening.' She laughed again, looking at the blonde's face. 'You think I'm crazy.'

'No, Santana. I think you're human.' They locked eyes again before Santana looked back to the road.

'What?'

'I think you wanted it to be over, whatever that meant. So us getting away, great, best case scenario. But there was something telling you that if you died it would be over too, and that would have been just as good in your mind.' Quinn smiled at her. 'So, I get it Santana, and I don't think you're crazy.'

'Thanks Q.' She wiped away another tear as she stopped at a red light.

'Well,' Quinn added, 'no more crazy than I am.' She grinned.

'Ha, true.' The brunette agreed, as the light changed and she continued going straight.

'Erm, Santana?' The blonde said, looking over her shoulder.

'Yeah.'

'The hospital's that way. We should have taken a left at those lights.' She pointed between the seats to a road behind them, the brunette ignoring her directions.

'I know. We're not going to the hospital.' She kept her eyes forwards.

'But Santana, look at us. We need a hospital!' She cried, the brunette still looking ahead, concentrating on driving.

'I know.' She repeated. 'And we'll get to one eventually.' She assured the blonde.

'Okay then, but where are we going?' Santana looked at her accusingly.

'Where do you think we're going Q? Look at the time.' Santana directed the blonde to the old clock fitted into the dash, it read ten past four, and then everything became clear. She smiled.

'We're going to glee club.' She laughed.

'We are going to glee club.' Santana confirmed, grinning the biggest smile Quinn had seen on her face since before all of this crap started.