Love in Paradise

Authors Note(I don't own any of the Glee characters) Yes, I'm writing with my IPod again, so if it's short, it's because it looked longer in my 'notes' app. It's taken me awhile to write this only because I've had some writers block, but my friend, recklesslittleliar helped me with that, so thanks again love! Enjoy the update and don't forget to review please and thank you(:

Chapter Twelve: PTSD

After work, Quinn gets dragged to the mall by both Rachel and Kurt. They claim she hasn't spent much time with them since getting together with Quinn. The blonde just blushes at the accusation and says it's hard to stay away from the Latina. Quinn has called Santana to let her know of her plans, earning more teasing from the dynamic duo."Are you done now? I'd like to shop with my best friend." Kurt says hooking his arm with the blonde."Yes, stop being dramatic." Rachel is on Quinn's other side as they walk through the outdoor mall."Where to first?" Rachel asks."I know Quinnie here will want to go to Pacsun, so we might as well go there." Quinn smiles. Pacsun has always been her favorite store, she always gets really pretty dresses from there."I hope I can find a dress Santana will like." She says smiling."Just out of curiosity, how are you and Santana doing?" Quinn narrows her eyes at Kurt as they walk inside the store."Good. Why do you ask?" He shrugs and they start looking through the racks."How has she been dealing with all of this?" Quinn sighs."You mean my baggage? Good, she's been helping me a lot, actually." He arches his brow and Rachel looks equally surprised."Really?" Quinn nods."And your parents?" She shrugs."They try and I love them for it, it's just weird I'm still getting used to it."

"What do you mean they try?" Rachel asks, and Quinn shrugs."The other night it happened and I pushed them away again. They called Santana and she came over, she helped me go back to sleep, and stayed the night."

"I'm sorry, I don't understand. How is it different with Santana? Why won't you let your parents help you?" Kurt asks. Quinn huffs."Because ever since I told Santana what happened she's been willing to help me."

"So did your parents. They wanted the people who attacked you arrested, and you pushed them away."

"I wasn't ready, I didn't want to deal with it, I wanted to just forget. I still do."

"I'm sorry this happened, Quinn. I'm sorry it seems like we're the bad people right now, but sometimes you just have to face your demons. The people that did this to you, are still out there. They are capable of hurting the ones you love, do you really want a repeat of that?" Quinn takes a few deep breaths."Of course not, but you don't understand how hard this is for me. It's different with Santana cause she's knows what happened. I don't want my parents asking me questions."

"Why?" Kurt asks. Rachel sees Quinn trying not to cry, and stand by her side while rubbing her back."I know they won't believe me when I tell them who did it." Both diva's look at each other shocked."Honey, why do you think that?" She shrugs."I don't think, I know. It's only shocking to you, cause I haven't told you either."

"Do you think we won't believe you" She shakes her head."I know you won't believe me." Kurt walks around the rack, standing in front of Quinn and Rachel."You don't have to tell us now, it's not the time or place. Just know that we're your best friends, Quinn, and we've always been on your side." Quinn smiles at little and hugs Kurt tightly, then Rachel hugs the blonde from behind making her laugh a little."I don't if I can ever tell you guys, but I'm so thankful for you both, thank you." Kurt kisses her cheek and wipes both their tears."Enough of this, we're supposed to be having fun. Let's shop." The girls laugh as they pull apart, then continue to look around the store. Throughout the day it gets better, spending it by bringing up old memories and laughing. Quinn is starting to feel better, and even thinks she might be comfortable enough to tell her friends the truth about the worst night of her life.

She and Santana have also been texting throughout, and of course Kurt and Rachel teased her about it."I don't know about you two, but I'm hungry." Rachel looks at the time on her phone."It's close to dinner, we should defiantly eat something." They all decide on a restaurant they all like after a few minutes of arguing.

"I don't mean to sound like such a girl, but this has been fun. It's been too long since we've hung out like this." Kurt says. Quinn glances down at the table, guilty."I'm sorry." Before she can continue, Rachel and Kurt shake their head, and Rachel points her finger at her from across the table."Don't you dare do this, Quinn. No one here is blaming you for anything, got it?" She nods with a slight grin."Ok." Rachel smiles back."Good. We love you to pieces." Her smile grows."I love you too." The waiter soon comes to take their orders, and they chat some more while they wait."How are the kids performance coming?" Rachel asks."I almost forgot, the luau is soon, isn't it?"

"This weekend." Quinn hums while drinking her water."Yeah, it's coming along. I mean their just kids so, it's not perfect."

"The beginners class are doing good too, not to my standards, but not everyone is as good as me." Kurt raises his brow challengingly."I beg to differ Miss. Berry. Quinn has been playing since before she could talk. If there were ever a contest, she would beat you by a long shot." Rachel scoffs as Quinn smiles with amusement."I may not have been playing as long, but I'm a fast learner, and I'd say I'm better than most."

"Most, but not better than Quinn." Rachel opens her mouth to argue again, when someone yelling at a waiter interrupts them. The three friends look over to the back of the restaurant, but people are blocking their view."Rude, much?" Kurt says. Rachel strains her neck trying to get a look at the man."I wonder who it could be." Quinn shrugs and the people gathered around the table, slowly begin to move. As the person comes into view, Quinn starts to feel sick. Sitting at the table across the room are the very five boys who attacked her. Seeing them apart is one thing, but now that their all together, is terrifying. She can't look away though, and she feels nauseous, and it's growing difficult to breath. She starts to hyperventilate. Kurt and Rachel notice right away and quickly rush to her side."Quinn, what's wrong?" Kurt asks."I think she's having a panic attack. Quinn, what can we do to help?" Se can barely hear what their saying, but catches the last of Rachel's sentence."Sa-antana. Sa-anta-ana." Kurt takes out his phone and calls an ambulance instead, while Rachel calls her parents. When they arrive, employees and other people also eating dinner, quickly forget about the boys as the paramedics arrive. They are easily able to get Quinn to breath again, but give her an oxygen mask just in case, then carry her into the ambulance, with her parents, Rachel and Kurt following them.

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At the hospital they bring her in a room, and have her friends wait in the waiting room, while a doctor talks with Judy and Russell."Quinn did have a panic attack. Which would be expected considering what she's been through. What I have noticed though, is that you both seem surprised by this. So, I'm going to assume this is the first time it's happened." Judy looks guilty over to Russell, as he does the same."We're not sure." Russell says, and the doctor raises his brow."I don't understand." Russell clears his throat, and Judy looks down at her lap."Our family has become distant since the attack. We've only just started to get our relationship back with our daughter. We've spent a lot of our time at work, and with our friends. Unfortunately, our daughter has been going through this after math alone." The doctor hums."Do you know if she's been having any nightmares, or appears to be jumpy?"

"She's had a lot of nightmares since the attack, but she hasn't been jumpy." He writes something down."I think I know what's going on with Quinn. Now, she doesn't have all the symptoms, but it's enough for me to believe that she's suffering from PTSD." Russell narrows his eyes."Doesn't that happen to men who come back from war?"

"Yes, but it can happen to anyone who's witnessed, or experienced a traumatic event in which psychical harm occurred, or threatened. Quinn was physically attacked and possibly by someone very known to her. I think we need to go back and convince her to get some help."

"What kind of help can we give her for something like this?" Judy asks."There are different types of counseling for PTSD. Cognitive-behavioral therapy appears to be the most effective, and I highly recommend it for Quinn." Judy nods."Where is she now?"

"Just down the hall, she was sleeping when I checked on her. I asked the nurses to give her something to help with that. She kept asking for someone by the name of Santana, and wasn't cooperating with us."

"Of course she was asking for Santana. Rachel and Kurt said she was asking for her at the mall." Judy says."Can I ask who Santana is?" Judy smiles."She's Quinn's girlfriend. Her father works here at the hospital, Dr. Lopez."

"Oh, I didn't realize her had a daughter. If you'd like you can see Quinn now. I'll call you when I get in contact with the therapist I have in mind."

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Quinn slowly starts to wake up, feeling tired, and confused. The last she remembers is the paramedics putting the mask on her face. She never thought she would have to see her attackers in one place before, and now that's all she can think about. The door slowly opens as Judy and Russell walk in."Hi, baby. You're awake. How are you feeling?" Judy sits on the chair beside her bed, while Russell stays at the foot of her bed."I'm tired. Did they give me something?" Judy smiles sadly."Yeah, baby. The doctor said you weren't cooperating. You scared us." Judy brings Quinn's knuckles to her lips."I-I'm sorry. I-I don't know what happened."

"Yes you do, princess, and so do we." Quinn looks to Russell, panicked and takes a few deep breaths."The doctor says you're suffering from PTSD. He recommends Cognitive-behavioral therapy, he'll be calling when he contacts one." She shakes her head."I've done therapy. She did nothing but give me pills, and even that didn't help." Judy speaks up."Maybe this time it will, it's different now. You won't know until you try. We want you to be happy, baby. And I know you think you might be because of Santana, but you're still having trouble sleeping, and you just had a panic attack. Please, at least think about it some more." Quinn sighs, slipping her hand out of Judy's."Where's Santana? I asked Kurt and Rachel to call her, where is she?" Judy looks sadly over at Russell."I'll call her." He says walking out of the room."You know I love you." Quinn nods."I love you too, and I'm not pushing you away. I just need Santana right now, mom." Judy smiles then leans over and kisses her forehead."We just want to help, don't keep us at a distance for too long, ok?" She nods."I won't, I promise." Judy rubs her arm."Ok, good. Try to get more rest, I'll wake you when Santana gets here."

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The next time she wakes up, Judy is kissing her forehead."Santana's here, baby. I'll give you some privacy." Quinn looks to the door, and sees a very concerned Santana. Judy leaves giving the Latina a thankful smile, then she rushes over to Quinn when their alone."No one told me anything, why didn't they call?" Quinn moves over in the bed leaving space for Santana."Come lay with me." No need to be told twice, Santana climbs into bed with her, and Quinn cuddles the Latina's side with her arm around her waist, and head laying on her shoulder."I told Rachel and Kurt to call you, at the mall. Are they still here?"

"No, your dad made them leave. What's going on, babe?" She sighs then drops a kiss to Santana's neck."I saw them, in the restaurant we were at, all of them. It scared me, I felt sick, and then I couldn't breath." Santana pulls Quinn closer and kisses the top of her head."I was with Brittany when your dad called. He just told me you were asking for me, and to come to the hospital. I was freaking out, but Brittany calmed me down. I was so scared." Quinn closes her eyes, while breathing in Santana's perfume."I have PTSD. The doctor told my parents that I need to go back to therapy. Do you think I should?" She runs her fingers through the blonde's hair."Honestly, I do. I think it'll help you. The other therapist you had may have been shit, but their not all bad."

"They'll make me tell them what happened, I don't know if I can do that."

"You did with me." Quinn grins a little."I almost didn't, I was so scared." Santana hums."What changed your mind?" She shrugs."You made me feel comfortable, it made it easy to trust you." Santana leans down and kisses her forehead."Maybe this therapist will do the same, give it another chance. I know you want the nightmares to go away, I'm sure the memory will always be there. No one can take that away, but the nightmares can." Quinn takes a deep breath."Ok, I'll go."

****Authors Note****

There isn't much Quinntana I know, but I wanted to show more of her friendship with Rachel and Kurt. Plus I combined that with my friend's idea in Quinn having PTSD. She also had another idea that will come in time. Leave a review please and thank you(: