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For the ones who asked about Brittany; she's comming along in this chapter. Yay!
About getting a beta to help me with my grammar mistakes (I only started speak English for less than three years, guys, easy there) I got one amazing. Thank you again, Perhaps Glee, you rock!
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The cab driver stared at them all the way to Quinn's shared apartment. She wasn't surprised at all; she had a bruised, bleeding and whimpering girl on her arms, after all. It didn't mean she wasn't annoyed, though.
When they finally reached the building, Santana had cried herself to sleep, so Quinn paid the driver - whom gave her another weird look - and struggled to step out the car with the sleeping girl on her arms. The tiny brunette whimpered when Quinn readjusted her and placed her on her hip and put her arms around her neck while her head rested heavily on her shoulder. Quinn placed the coat on the smaller girl's back so she could warm her and hide her bruised and exposed body.
She tried her best to pass through the hall building without being noticed and quickly, so that the people talking and laughing wouldn't wake the girl up. That was the worst part of living in a building in the center of big New York City; too many people everywhere all the time. Quinn was grateful that in the middle of so many people only an old couple, a little kid and a careless teenager seemed to notice them enough to stare; she wasn't grateful, though, when she felt the grip Santana had on her neck tighten and heard the girl start to whimper, her whole body tensing up. She was awake.
Quinn hurried a little bit more the lasts steps to the elevator and struggled to push the button and then started to bounce her lightly, shushing her softly.
"Shh, it's okay, honey, we're almost there and you're fine, okay?"
Santana did nothing but turn her face around and hide on the blonde's neck. Quinn kept bouncing and humming to her until the elevator opened. A mother with her daughter on her hip got out and gave a confused look to her; confused, not judging or weird, which kind of surprised the blonde. She lifted Santana on her hip and got in the elevator, pushing the 12th floor button. She kept rocking lightly the brunette, humming to her and praying so that no one would come in the cubicle. Thankfully, no one did and she soon enough headed to her apartment door. Then she frowned when she realized that she couldn't get her keys inside of her purse with the smaller girl in her arms.
"Honey, I need you to get on your feet now for a little while, can you do that?"
At this point, she wasn't surprised when she received no response. She unwrapped the girl's legs from her, only to have the arms on her neck hold her even tighter while she put Santana on the floor. She let the girl stay clutching to her while she looked in her purse for the keys. Seriously, that thing was the closest thing to a black hole. She finally found the damn keys and opened the door, not even slightly surprised when a white Golden Retriever jumped happily to welcome her. She just forgot about one thing.
"No!" The younger girl yelled, starting to cry desperately, trying to make Quinn pick her up, even if it meant that her body would hurt a lot more. But on her despair, she lost her grip on the blonde and her legs gave away. She fell on the floor, putting her arms in front of her face as she cried frantically, before Quinn could even process what was happening.
"Apollo, don't!" The blonde rebuked the dog who, immediately, got away from the hurt girl and sat down, letting his head fall to one side. Quinn was always so proud of her obedient and smart dog. She leaned down and kneeled in front of the scared girl. "Hey, San, look at Apollo, he's a good boy. He won't hurt you, okay?"
When she first felt a hand touch her arm, Santana flinched away, but when she heard the soft voice, she managed to look up to the blonde and then, slowly to the dog who was staring at her. He didn't seem mean, but she was scared anyway, so she just reached up to the blonde, who, sighing, got up and picked her up, placing her on her hip. She laid her head down on Quinn's shoulder and her thumb made its way to her mouth.
Quinn kicked the door closed behind her when Apollo followed the two of them inside and she made her way to one of the two rooms of the apartment. She threw her purse on her bed after turning on the lights and put Santana carefully on her bed. The brunette kept her thumb inside her mouth and looked around the room.
The walls were painted in a light green color that gave the ambient a calm feeling; the huge bed was in the middle of the room; on the left, there was a comfy looking armchair next to a window were you could see a good part of the city. On the right, there was a nightstand next to a door that lead to the bathroom and another one that lead to the closet. In the wall in front of the bed, sure enough, there was the biggest TV Santana have ever seen and next to it, there was a photo mosaic, all of Quinn's pictures and another blonde with baby blue eyes. Santana frowned at this; she knew this eyes from somewhere...
While Santana was stuck on her own little world, Quinn was losing herself in her own thoughts. She didn't know what to do. Not at all.
Was she supposed to take the girl to the police? To the hospital? To somewhere else? Or was she supposed to take care of the girl herself?
That wasn't the biggest thought running on her mind, though. If her memory wasn't wrong, Santana was only three years and a half younger than her; she was a year younger than everyone else on her grade back in school and was two grades behind the blonde, so, if Quinn had just turned 24, it means that Santana is 20. The girl was 20 and was acting like a perfect toddler.
As if proving her point, Quinn looked at the girl on her bed. She had her thumb in her mouth and was, now, staring at Quinn's stuffed lamb that was laying on the armchair next the window. She could tell Santana wanted the animal, but never moved to grab it or asked for it. The blonde then made her way to it and handed the animal to the, now, startled Latina. The girl just kept staring at the lamb.
"C'mon, you can have it." Quinn said softly and frowned when Santana did nothing but look down to her lap, tears on her eyes.
"I sorry..."
"Why are you apologizing, hon?" The blonde asked, sitting next to the girl on the bed, resting the lamb on her lap. Santana sniffled and babbled something that Quinn couldn't understand because of the thumb in her mouth. "San, sweetie, you need to take your thumb out your mouth so I can understand you."
Santana took her thumb out her mouth, like it was suddenly burning. Quinn frowned deeply and sighed when Santana never tried to say a word again. She held the stuffed animal to her and gave her a reassuring smile when she looked up to her. Very slowly and carefully, Santana took the animal and held it against her chest. Quinn watched while Santana laid her head on the animal's head and tried to smile, but she flinched and looked up to her.
"Fank oou" She whispered and looked shyly back down. Quinn couldn't help but smile to the girl cuteness and kept watching her just holding the stuffed animal. Her smile, anyway, fade away in the moment her eyes started to run, once again, to all the bruises and cuts.
"San..." She called as quiet as she could and the girl looked up to her, with curious eyes. "I think that, maybe, we should go to the hospital, so they can take care of your injuries, don't you think?"
"No 'pital!" Santana cried, trying to get as away from the, now, startled blonde, her whole body starting to quiver.
"Okay, okay, sweetie, no hospital then. Calm down" Quinn tried to calm her and felt relieved when the girl swallowed her cries and her body relaxed, her eyes never leaving the blonde.
"No 'pital?"
"No hospital, honey," Quinn said, getting up and walking until she was in front of the brunette. She sat down and pulled the girl into her and Santana, happily, cuddled in her chest. She started to run her hand through the other girl's hair and started to whisper. "But you'll need to let me take care of you, okay?"
Santana frowned and her body tensed up for a little while, but relaxed again when Quinn kept stroking her hair and holding her close. She inhaled the blonde's perfume and felt safe. Something, deep inside her confused mind, was telling her that she could trust in Quinn. She wasn't going to hurt her.
"Winnie no owie?"
Even without understanding why the girl was acting so strangely, Quinn found herself smiling again for the childish voice. She kissed the top of Santana's head and started to get up with the girl in her arms.
"Quinnie no owie, sweetie"
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Apollo stood quietly on the bathroom doorway, watching curiously as his owner checked the temperature of the water of the bath she had prepared for the brunette, while the girl was absently sucking her thumb and staring at the lamb in her arms, sitting on the edge of the tub. Quinn had already got a towel and a change of clothes for the girl that as on top of the counter, along with a first-aid kit.
"Lamby?" Quinn looked up from the bath and to the Latina, who was holding up the stuffed animal for her to see. Quinn walked to her and started to take out her coat from her back.
"Yeah, that's a lamb." Quinn smiled to her and grabbed the bottom of Santana's ripped dress, biting her lip afraid of the girl freaking out. But, instead, Santana just stared again to the animal and back to Quinn.
"No. Lamby!" She said, holding the said toy up to Quinn. Quinn frowned then smiled.
"Oh, you want his name to be Lamby, San?" Quinn giggled and started to pull the dress up. Santana helped her, holding her arms up and Quinn held back a gasp when she saw the girl's stomach and chest. The bruises there seemed even worse than the ones in her legs. But Santana only smiled as much as she could without hurting her face and held the animal back to her chest.
"Yes! Misfer Lamby!" She squealed happily and Quinn giggled again, going to help the girl so she could take out her panties. Santana held her shoulders for support while stepping out the panties Quinn had lowered to her knees. She didn't seem embarrassed for being naked in front of the blonde; she was too busy looking at the stuffed animal she had in her hands behind Quinn's neck. She also didn't noticed when Quinn turned a little bit green, like she was about to throw up with the view of the bad bruises between her thighs. Quinn couldn't help but get slightly away from the girl, her right arm still around her waist to help her to keep up and the other going to take a lock of black hair from her face. Santana found herself looking deep into the tearing hazel eyes and her own eyes started to water. "Winnie sad? I sorry Winnie!"
"You didn't do anything, honey" Quinn sniffled and Santana put a hand on her cheek, looking sad at the blonde.
"Why Winnie sad den?" The smaller girl whispered, too afraid to talk any louder, especially with the big dog now right next to them. She felt more relaxed, though, when she felt Quinn start to run her thumb softly through one of the bruised on her cheek. It didn't hurt, but reminded her that was there, which made a tear fall from her eye. Quinn quickly wiped it away.
"Who did this to you, sweetheart? Who owie you?" The blonde asked as soft as she could, but she felt the girl in her arms tense up and the hand on her cheek fall. Santana started to shake her head desperately while tears started to fall. "Hey, hey"
"No! No tell! No!" Santana cried, trying to get away from the warm arms. Quinn only wrapped it stronger around her, pulling the crying girl to her chest.
"Shh, shhhh, okay, okay, Quinnie will not ask you again, okay?" Quinn said and sat down on the edge of the bath, pulling the girl on her lap. Santana cried a little more, cuddled on the blonde's chest with her lamb held close her, not caring at all that she was completely naked; again, she trusted the blonde. "Let's get you in the bath before the water gets cold, shall we?" The older girl said once Santana stopped crying. The Latina nodded, staring at the dog who was now too close to her.
Quinn took the stuffed animal from her hands and placed it with the towel and change of clothes and helped her into the warm water. Santana whimpered; the water was in the perfect temperature, but her cuts started to burn with the contact. She started to cry and Quinn started humming to her, stroking her hair, trying to ignore how the water got slightly red from the blood on the Latina's body. She washed her hair and body as quicky and softly as she could and when the girl was clean enough, she helped her out the tub. Apollo never got out from his spot, looking sad at the girl in pain. She clung on the blonde while she dried her and cried softly.
"Shh, it's over, it's over, hon. Let's get you warmed and dressed now, shall we? So Quinnie can take care of your bruises, hm?" Santana only nod and reached out with one hand to the stuffed lamb. Quinn picked her up and gave her the lamb, which Santana held close her chest, and grabbed the rest of the things.
Quinn carried Santana to her room and put her down on her feet, never letting go of her waist. She put everything on bed and got a pantie she had bought to herself and still never used and leaned down, holding it for Santana to step in. She pulled the panties up the bruised legs and sat the girl on the bed, but Santana fell lying on her back and putting her thumb back inside her mouth, holding the lamb close to her chest with the other hand. Quinn couldn't help but smile and lean down to kiss the girl's forehead.
"You are adorable." She whispered and Santana - who was no longer crying - giggled a little. The younger girl looked at the edge of the bed above her head and saw that the dog was now there, with his head on the sheets and staring at her. She took her hand off her mouth and pointed to him.
"Pollo?" She whispered, bringing Quinn's attention off the things she was looking for in the first-aid kit and to her. The blonde smiled.
"Yeah, that's Apollo. He's a sweet dog, San, he won't hurt you, see?" The blonde said, reaching for the dog and petting his head to prove her point. Santana carefully did the same and giggle when the dog licked her hand, happily.
"Eww" She said giggling and was about to put her thumb back in her mouth, but Quinn stopped her. The blonde wiped her hand with a moistened handkerchief and blinked to her. Santana giggled again and placed her thumb back in mouth.
Santana laid still and quiet staring between the dog and Quinn while the blonde cleaned and put medicines on the cuts, dressing two that were deep, one in her left leg and one on her hip. She put cream on the bruises and said soft words each time Santana flinched in pain. Apollo never moved from his spot once again.
"Let's get you dressed now, hon" Quinn smiled while helping the girl to sit up. She took the lamb from her for put the long sleeve shirt above her head and gave the stuffed animal back to her; she held it to her chest immediately and Quinn giggled. "You really loved that lamb, didn't you?"
"Misfe Lamby!" Santana giggled along and helped Quinn to pull up a pair of sweatpants through her legs. The clothes were too big for her tiny frame, but at least it would keep her warm. Hell, Quinn could see her bones because of how tiny she was. "Winnie?"
"Hm? What's that, sweetie?" Quinn didn't realized that she was staring at the girl's body for a while now until Santana called her attention. She smiled when she saw the girl yawn.
"Seep'y Winnie" She whispered, her tired eyes wanting to close. Quinn got up from the bed and grabbed a hair brush from the nightstand and sat down behind the girl.
"Just let Quinnie brush your hair really quick and you can go sleep, okay?" She said, already starting to run the hair brush through the soft black hair and Apollo joined the two, lying down on the edge of the bed. Santana as a little nervous with the dog so close, but she was starting to like him.
"Winnie see'p too?" The Latina asked after yawning once again. Quinn leaned down to kiss the back of the girl's head, smiling.
"Winnie too."
When Quinn finished to brush her hair, Santana was already half asleep, so Quinn placed her under the sheets and tucked her in. Santana held Mr. Lamby on her chest and held Quinn's wrist, pouting when she started to walk away.
"Winnie, no go!"
"I'm not going anywhere, hon, I'm just going to change into some comfy clothes and I'll be right back with you, okay?" Quinn promised and Santana let her go, even thought she clearly wasn't happy at all.
Quinn made a quick job in changing into some sweatpants and an oversized long sleeve shirt that belonged to her girlfriend, smiling at the familiar scent. She looked back to the bed to find the younger girl already in a deep sleep and Apollo also sleeping at the edge of the bed. Her smile got bigger and she turned the light off, heading to the bed and lying down next the sleeping girl under the sheets. When she was about to fall asleep, she felt the smaller girl snuggle on her side and she put an arm around her, pushing her to lay on her chest. When she felt Santana grab a hold of her shirt she fell asleep, exausted from the day.
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Brittany Pierce was beyond upset when her call went directly to voicemail for the tenth time. She was in a crowded airport waiting for her girlfriend of five years, who happened to be an hour late now. She had just got back from a whole month dancing tour around the country; Her clock told her it was already ten in the morning of Saturday, she was tired and wanted nothing but cuddle with her lovely girlfriend and sleep. But it seemed that the smaller blonde had forgot about her. She couldn't decide if she was sad or hurt; maybe both, she decided.
"Sir!" She called the first cab that passed in front of her and told the driver the address when she was settled in with her baggage and the stuffed panda on her lap.
Quinn better have a good excuse for forgetting to pick her up.
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"Hello, Apollo, you missed mama?" She cooed to the dog that jumped at her in the moment she walked through the door. She leaned down and fell on her back when the animal jumped again, licking all over her face. "I missed you too, big boy." She giggled, petting and kissing the white pelage. "Where's mommy, big boy? Is that lazy butt still sleeping?"
Brittany got up and locked the door behind her after putting her baggage inside the apartment. She grabbed the panda she bought for her girlfriend and started to walk to their shared room. When she opened the door, she couldn't believe her eyes.
On her bed, sleeping on her girlfriend's chest, was some brunette that she couldn't see the face of since it was hid on her girlfriend's neck.
The normaly sweet blonde was seeing red in anger.
"So that's why you forgot me in the damn airport, Quinn Fabray?" She shouted and saw her girlfriend sit up in a jump, bringing the brunette with her.
"Brittany!"
Upz, what now? Hehe.
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