Author's Note: Wow, again with the great reviews. I just want to say that I know that everyone is tired of Jared and his shit. So am I. But I had to write it so that I could flesh the story out how I wanted it. Don't worry though, it's going to be much easier on our girls for a while. This chapter is all fluffy San taking care of Quinn goodness. But first, a few specific reviews that I wanted to refer to.

KobizenOne: It doesn't make you a bad person, lol! And I hated writing that, but it was needed.

ErosEternaGlee: No worries, it's gonna be better for them from here out. Still drama, but no more abuse.

Ale: Pregnancy isn't, and never was my intention for Quinn, so no, that won't be happening.

Chapter 8

After a long night of much needed sleep, the girls are woken by the sound of Quinn's phone ringing. The blonde whined and tried to turn over, hissing in pain as she rolled onto her hurt wrist. Santana reached over her carefully and grabbed her phone, answering it when Quinn nodded to her in approval.

"Quinn Fabray's phone, Santana Lopez speaking." the brunette said tiredly, earning a chuckle from the injured woman beside her for her formality.

"Yes, hello Miss Lopez. This is officer Miles." Santana put it on speaker so Quinn could hear. "I was calling to let you know that we have apprehended Mr. Jared Mitchell, and he's in jail, with no possibility of bail, pending the trial. You ladies no longer have to worry about him."

They both sigh out in relief in unison, before Santana spoke again. "When is the trial?"

"There hasn't been an official date yet, as we just apprehended him about an hour ago. Once everything is in motion, you will be notified. I'd recommend getting a good lawyer, to make sure that everything possible can be done."

"Thank you Officer." Santana tells him, before they say their goodbyes and hang up. She looks to Quinn who still has that relieved expression on her face.

Santana places Quinn's phone on the table and then turns back to her girlfriend, leaning in and planting a soft kiss to her lips. "It's over, Q. He won't hurt you anymore."

Overwhelmed with emotions, Quinn's walls crumble, tears overflow, and she turns in to Santana, clinging tightly to the brunette. "It's over." she repeats, nuzzling into the smaller girl. "San...it's really over."

"Mhmm, it is baby." Santana coos, before pressing her lips to Quinn's forehead for a soft, lingering kiss, rubbing her back gently. She turns to look at the clock, and sighs. "We need to get up babe. It's time for your medicine. And you need to eat."

"San?"

"Yeah, Q?"

"You're staying with me right?"

"I am. I already told you, I took time off work. I called yesterday." she reassured the blonde.

"That's not what I meant." Quinn responded hesitantly. "I mean after I heal...are you gonna leave me?"

"Quinn, baby, of course not. I love you. Where on earth did you get a silly notion like that?" Santana asked her, pulling her closer, kissing her again.

"I dunno...Jared told me nobody could love me...that I was ugly with my scars, and that I should be grateful he looked past them. He said you were using me for sex." Her voice was small, broken. "That you felt sorry for me."

Santana couldn't help but grit her teeth and scowl at that. She hated how self conscious, timid and afraid Jared had made Quinn. If she hadn't seen it with her own eyes, she'd have had a hard time believing it, to be honest. Quinn is just a shell of the woman she once knew; the strong, confident, HBIC. She decided right then that she was gonna do everything she could to help the woman's self esteem, because to her, Quinn was the most beautiful woman in the world, and she wanted the blonde to feel it as well. She would get Quinn's confidence back, no matter how long it took.

"That's not true at all, Q. You are beautiful, and perfect. Honey, I'd never do that to you I swear." She brought Quinn's eyes to meet her own. "Q, we haven't even slept together since Schue's wedding. I don't want to push that on you. I don't care if you never want to have sex again. I will still love you and want to be with you. Sure, it would be great, but this...us...it's about so much more than that. I'm in love with you, Lucy Quinn Fabray. And that's not something that I take lightly. Other than your injuries and all, I'd be perfectly content being exactly like this with you for the rest of our lives. I promise you that I'm not going anywhere. You're stuck with me, for as long as you'll have me."

Quinn can't seem to form words at that moment, so instead she just nods, with tears in her eyes yet again (only this time they are happy tears), and buries her face into her girlfriend's neck. After a couple of moments, she finally pulls back and kisses the brunette passionately, before breaking to say, "I love you, Santana. I love you so much. I'm so sorry for doubting you."

"I understand. He warped your mind..skewed your outlook. I am going to fix that. I promise. You can trust me." San told her, smiling softly and sincerely.

"I know I can. I do trust you. And one day, we will have sex again, I wouldn't do that to you."

"I don't ca-" Santana was cut off by Quinn's lips on her own.

"You may not care about it, but I want to, eventually. I love you too, San, and I want to show you how much. Physically. Once I'm healed physically, and my mind is back where it needs to be."

Santana just nods, because she's not gonna argue this with Quinn. She's pretty sure that Q understands that she doesn't care about sex, and that she loves Quinn for who she is. "Let's get you up babe."

After a few days, Santana and Quinn started falling into a usual routine. They would wake around 9:00 am, lay in bed and cuddle for a few minutes, and then Santana would help Quinn out of bed, and they would shower together, since Quinn was unable to do so on her own. Santana would seal up the cast on her leg, and using the aid of the bar in the shower, would hold Quinn up while the blonde washed herself. She helped the blonde when needed, usually with her hair and her back, and wash herself as well.

After their morning shower, when they were dressed, San would help Quinn into her wheelchair, and then go and make breakfast for them both. The Latina wasn't usually a breakfast person, but when Quinn insisted she didn't want to eat alone, she started making enough for the both of them. Quinn would take her daily medicines with breakfast, and then the two would settle on the couch.

Santana had moved a few things around to accommodate Quinn's chair, and so that she had things to keep her foot elevated. There was a tables, stacked with a few books in front of the couch for when the blonde wanted to sit, and several pillows to prop it on, on one end of the couch for when she wanted to lay down. Usually if she was laying down she was either being spooned by the brunette, or had her head in the Latina's lap.

Santana did her best to make sure that the apartment stayed clean, and called into work every so often to check on things. They pair had received texts from Rachel, the only one they'd told about Quinn's situation, checking in on her and asking if they needed anything. She had stopped by once or twice with lattes for the girls from the coffee shop down the road.

Today though, was different. Quinn seemed to be in a lot more pain than she had been, and had to take one of her 'as needed' pain pills which had caused her to doze off in the brunette's arms. Santana just held her, kissing her forehead occasionally and rubbing her back. She didn't like to see Quinn in pain, and there was nothing she could do about it. So she just tried to keep her comfortable and relaxed, soothing her as best as she could.

As San was just about to doze off herself, her phone vibrated on the table next to them. She groaned softly, and carefully moved to [ick it up. It was a text message.

Britt: Hey Sanny! I just heard about Quinn! OMG are u guys ok?

Santana: Yeah. We're fine, how did you find out?

B: Rachel told me. I think she didn't mean 2 tho.

S: Of course she did. Q is shaken up. I took time off work to stay with her.

B: Good. She needs someone like u 2 watch out 4 her after that.

S: I'm doing my best. I hate seeing her hurt like this Britt.

B: She's in the best hands with u. I know, u took care of me so much when we were together when I was sick or whatever.

S: I do that for people that are important to me.

B: OMG I just realized! San, u love Quinnie! :)

S: Yeah, she's my best friend, duh Britt. :P And don't call her that, she hates it.

B: ...

B: I mean u love her 4 real. Like, in love with her.

S: How'd you come to that conclusion?

B: Because I know u better than anyone. U wouldn't be like that if u didn't.

S: Whatever, Britt.

B: OMG u totally do. Does she know?

S: If you must know...yes. I'm in love with her. And she knows.

B: What did she say, does she feel the same? Tell me everything!

S: It's complicated, B. But we're together. We haven't told anyone yet, not even Rachel.

B: I'm the 1st 2 know! Yaaaay! I'm so happy Sanny!

S: Don't spread it around, not until we're ready. We're still adjusting.

B: I won't. Pinky promise!

S: Thanks Britt, I'm glad you approve, honestly. It means a lot.

B: Of course I do, u 2 are perfect 4 each other!

S: I love you Britt, not the same obvs.

B: Me too Sanny. Luv u 2.

S: Gotta go, she's waking up. TTYL!

B: TTYL Sanny! Tell Quinn hi and I luv her and to feel better! Byeeeeee.

"Who was that?" Quinn asked sleepily as she burrowed into Santana's chest, half expecting it to have been Rachel.

"It was Britt. Rachel let it slip about what happened." Santana told her, rubbing her back when Quinn looked up at her worried. "She said to tell you she loves you. And to feel better soon."

Quinn smiled softly at their mutual friend's concern, glad that her worry was for nothing.

"She also knows about us...being together." Santana said tentatively, waiting for the blonde's reaction.

"How did she know that San? We haven't told anyone." Quinn asked as she started to sit up. "I thought we were gonna wait til everything calmed down."

"Baby...she figured it out on her own. Please lay back down?" Santana asked, worried Quinn was mad at her. "See? Look." The brunette hands Quinn her phone and opens it to the conversation she just had with Britt.

"You don't have to prove anything to me Santana." Quinn told her, laying back down. She did however read the conversation, and smiled a little when she got to the part where Santana had told Brittany that she was in love with Quinn. That took a lot for the brunette she knew, because of how important Brittany was in her life. Her smile grew when she saw that Brittany approved as well. That had been something Quinn was afraid of in regards to her relationship with Santana. She knew the other blonde played a very important role in her girlfriend's life, and that Britt's opinion mattered a lot to San. She also knew that San wouldn't break up with her because of it, but she was happy that Brittany approved in general.

"I love you, San." Quinn told her, putting the phone aside and wrapping her arms around the tanned woman's neck. "I love you so much."

"I love you too, Q." Santana smiled, leaning in and kissing the blonde softly and slowly.

"I'm really glad Brittany knows...and I am glad she approves."

"Me too. It feels good having someone else know. When everything blows over with the trial and all, I'm gonna shout it to the world. I'm proud to have you. And everyone else will be jealous, cause we be the hottest bitches around, and we will put them all to shame."

"San, your Lima Heights speak is coming out." Quinn chuckled, kissing the brunette.

"I know, what can I say, you can take the girl out of Lima Heights, but you can't take the Lima Heights out of the girl."