Chapter 7
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I grab Quinn out of the car and throw one arm my shoulder to help her stand. She's drifting in and out of conscious, and all I really want to do is lay in the bed. I knock on the door and Brittany opens the door, staring at me with one eye brow raised. "What do you want Santana?" "Come on Britt, please let us in. we don't have anywhere else to go. We'll behave I promise. Brittany looked at me then Quinn, "both of you on the couch I don't want any fighting, shouting, and guns none of that." "Alright alright. I get it, "I walked in and laid Quinn on the couch.
When I got her settle with the blanket and pillow Britt gave to me I lifted her shirt to check for any bruises. She was fine so I left her there. I took the other blanket, and wrapped it around Brittany who was standing beside me and me. "What are you doing san?" her question said one thing while her body movements said another. She leaned into my chest, "I missed you, I love you, and I want to stay upstairs with you." I started to kiss on Brittany's neck. "San…." Brittany was getting lost in the moment, and really didn't know what to do. "I just want to sleep without nightmares. I don't want to jump up looking for my gun, or screaming because of the battles, or the old battle wounds.
Brittany closed her eyes and leaned closer into Santana's body. "I love you Santana. Why weren't you here? I needed you so much and I couldn't have you. She began to cry and burrow her face into my shirt. "You weren't there san, when he hit her. When he hit me. I didn't know what to do and all I wanted to do was be near you. Britt was breaking down and all could do was hold her. I left her to go fight in a war, while she was home fighting her own war by herself. She had nobody. I carried her upstairs, and into her room to lay her down.
I shut the door behind me and begin to undress Brittany, like a mother nurturing her child. I moved her towards her bed, and then gently slid her shirt off. Next I unbuttoned her jeans so she could step out of them. I pulled off my own shoes, and pulled my jacket off. I pulled my shirt from over my head, and slid it onto Brittany. On the front it said army while on the back it said Lopez. My shirt covered her like a night gown. I slipped off my pants leaving me in my boxers and a white beater.
I crawled to the top of her bed then turned and signaled her to come towards me. She came and set on the bed right between my legs with her back towards me. I wrapped my arms around her, and leaned my head on her shoulder. We lay on our sides, her body fitting perfectly with mine, like it was always meant to be that way. We didn't say anything. Now was not the time for words. I've learned that when a person id hurt sometimes words are not need but action. I held her tighter and then kissed her shoulder. She snuggled closer. I fell asleep imagining a life with her and the kids. The perfect dream in which I hoped would become a reality.
While Santana was upstairs, Rachel decided to pay a visit to their new guest. Rachel went to check on Quinn, but when she got to the couch she noticed that Quinn wasn't there. Rachel began to walk towards the kitchen, when she was grabbed around her neck from behind. I knife was held to her throat, and she stopped all movement. Rachel shook in fear, and then glanced in the mirror in front of her to see her assaulter. She was taken by surprise when she saw her attack; she was the most beautiful blond head beauty she had ever seen. The moonlight shining from the window into her aslant eyes shown that she was blessed with a beautiful emerald green. Rachel was so distracted by Quinn's beauty that she forgot she was in danger, until she felt the knife tighten around her throat. Quinn squeezed tighter, "who are you, and where am I?" "Quinn." "How do you know my name? Are you a spy sent to kill me? I know you're working with the people that killed my brother." "No, no you're at my house. I'm friends with Santana, her and my mom go way back." Quinn shook her head in confusion. Rachel looked back up towards the mirror and noticed the look of confusion on Quinn's face. Rachel gently touched Quinn's hand, causing Quinn to flinch, "stop moving." Rachel lowered her hand, but then lifted it to try again. "I'm not going to hurt you." Rachel slowly moved Quinn's hand with the knife away from her neck. Rachel turned to face Quinn, and then placed a hand on Quinn's cheek, "I won't hurt you Quinn, I promise." Quinn looked into Rachel's eyes and loosened her stance.
Quinn takes her knife and places it back into her pocket. "I'm sorry; I didn't mean to scare you. I just haven't been to right lately." Rachel shook her head and smiled, "it's alright, how about I get you some of my famous hot chocolate." Quinn nodded her head, and Rachel hurried towards the kitchen.
Rachel returned with two mugs, but found the living space to be empty once again. Rachel searched around, mugs in hand, and then walked towards the front door. She looks through the peep hole, and notices Quinn on the stairs. Rachel walks outside and sits next to her. Rachel handed a mug to Quinn, and Quinn accepted it with a smile. After taking a few quiet sips both girls sat their mugs behind them, and set in a comfortable silence. Rachel was about to excuse herself to give Quinn some space when she heard sniffling. Rachel turns towards Quinn and pulls her in for a hug. Quinn buries her face into Rachel's shirt, and held onto Rachel as close as she could, "please can I… just for a little bit." Rachel pulled Quinn closer and held onto her as close as she could. Rachel knew nothing about this person, other than she serves with Santana and her brother just died. But even though she knows so little about this beautiful blond, she can't help but want to take care of her and hold her for the rest of the night. Rachel laid her head on top of Quinn's, "I won't tell anyone." Quinn allowed every emotion she kept bottled up, since her brother died, to flow down her face.
Quinn shook her head after she felt like she couldn't cry anymore. "I'm a solider. I have no business crying like a wuss." "I believe everyone is entitled to cry no matter what their status is. I believe crying is a natural relief of emotion, in which can be very healthy." Quinn looked at the long winded talker and then shook her head giggling. Quinn picked her cup of hot chocolate back up, and finished it off. "This is delicious, not like your normal cup of chocolate." Rachel blushed and then picked up her own mug, "thank you, it's a recipe that my grandma taught me." Quinn smiled and continued to sit in the company of her new friend.
Quinn stood up from the steps and began to walk down the stairs, "where are you going?" "I need to walk, clear my head." Quinn handed Rachel her mug, and finished walking off the porch towards the sidewalk. Rachel sat the mugs on the stairs, "are you going to come back." Quinn froze where she was standing, and looked back at Rachel, she couldn't describe it but she felt so safe with this girl. Girl, this chick probably isn't legal. But god those beautiful chocolate eyes. I could just get lost in them. I've never felt so comfortable to show someone my vulnerable side. Quinn smiled and stretched out her hand, "come with me, and I promise I will come back." Rachel smiled then grabbed Quinn's hand.