When Quinn awoke somewhere around nine the next morning her fingers had remained laced with a still sleeping Santana's. At any other time she would have smiled at this. but after her brief talk with Santana last night she couldn't think about anything else. Luckily, Blaine appeared in the doorway before Quinn had time to lose herself in reliving that conversation.

"Has she woken up yet?" Blaine asked quietly. Quinn just nodded and sighed, eyes never leaving her and Santana's hands. Blaine sighed and walked over to Quinn, placing a hand on her shoulder. "She'll be okay," he promised himself as much as Quinn.

"I'm not sure if she will be," Quinn mumbled.

Blaine squeezed her shoulder and gestured to the door, "come get coffee with me, you should get up for at least a few minutes."

Quinn nodded once again and gently pulled her hand from Santana's. With one final look at the sleeping woman, she followed Blaine towards the cafeteria of the hospital. After grabbing mud-like coffees, Blaine brought Quinn outside and had her sit with him on a bench in the quad of the hospital. Moments of silence passed before Blaine spoke up.

"I know this is hard but it won't help her if she sees you being upset like this. We all should try and be cheery, show her everything's gonna be fine."

"But it won't be," Quinn muttered as she warmed her hands against the coffee she hadn't had any of.

"Well with an attitude like that it won't," Blaine said gently yet sternly.

"She's so far gone Blaine," Quinn looked up to Blaine, anguish clear in both her voice and eyes. "I feel like I'll never have the old Santana back."

"It'll take a while but she'll be happy again, we just need to be patient. It's gonna take a while and it's gonna be hard to watch her like this but she'll bounce back. Santana Lopez always bounces back," he said with a sad determination.

"Do you know what happened when she woke up last night?" Quinn asked as she put her coffee down next to her on the bench, tears pricking at the corners of her eyes. Blaine just shook his head and let her continue, "I started crying when she woke up, we both were. Then I begged her not to do it again and she said she couldn't make that promise."

With those words, Quinn buried her face in her hands and started sobbing. Blaine's breath hitched in shock and he put his coffee down as well before wrapping his arms around Quinn.

"She'll be okay," was all Blaine could say as the two friends held onto each other and cried for yet another friend they were losing.

xXxXx

Twenty minutes later Quinn and Blaine made their way back to Santana's room to find that the rest of the gang had arrived and that Santana had woken up. Everyone looked up at the pair whose eye's were still slightly red from tears.

"There you are," Kurt gave a smile that was missing it's usual shine.

"Yeah, we just stepped out for some coffee," Blaine said as he walked over to Kurt. "So did we miss anything?" he added.

Everyone mumbled "nope" and the room fell into a strained silence. To everyone's surprise Santana was the one to break it.

"You were gone when I woke up," she mumbled without looking up from her hands which she had clasped over her stomach.

Quinn's heart wrenched with a shocking amount of guilt. "I'm sorry," was the only reply she could muster as she looked into Santana's eyes. They too were slightly puffy and red, leading Quinn to believe that when Santana had woken up and found herself alone she had cried.

I won't leave you again, Quinn swore mentally.

"So how long until you can go home?" Rachel asked, breaking the intense silence that had fallen on the group.

"I have to stay three days, suicide watch policy," Santana's bluntness made everyone cringe. "Not that home is any better than here," she added quietly.

"You don't want to go home?" Cameron asked as he tilted his head in confusion.

"I can't be there, not without her. Everytime I walk into a room I see her," Santana whispered absently, tears brimming her eyes again.

"Guys, can you give us a minute," Quinn spoke up quickly before anyone could say anything.

"We should get to work, we all have our first read through in an hour," Rachel put on a happy face. Rachel, Cameron, Blaine, and Kurt had all been cast in a new show that had broadway potential. But the real reason they were doing it was to be able to do at least one project all together in their careers. And so, the four said their respective goodbyes to Santana as they filed out.

"Good luck with whatever it is you're doing," Kurt murmured to Quinn as he exited and the two women were left alone.

"Santana I don't want you to be alone in that house," Quinn said softly as she sat down on a chair pulled up beside Santana's bed.

"Well I'm alone so that's how it has to be," Santana stared straight ahead as she spoke.

"You're not," Quinn replied firmly, putting aside the hurt she felt at Santana's statement. Now wasn't the time to take offense to anything Santana said.

"You have all your friends," Quinn continued. "You have me," she added more quietly.

"Then what do you suggest I do?" Santana finally looked at Quinn. "What am I supposed to do now?"

It was a loaded question, to say the least. And, if she was being honest with herself, Quinn didn't know the answer. But she did know that she would do everything she could to help Santana find whatever it is that she so desperately needed.

"Come back to the apartment," Quinn grabbed Santana's hand as she spoke. "At least spend a month or two with me, I'm not saying you should give up your apartment but maybe it would be for the best if you lived with someone. We could have fun, like old times."

"Quinn..." Santana sighed but was cut off by Quinn.

"No Santana, I'm sticking to my guns on this one. I'll move in with you if you want I just thought you'd prefer the old place because of what you said."

"Okay," Santana said simply.

"Wait, okay?" Quinn asked, with a shocked expression on her face.

"Yes, no need to look so thrilled. I mean I know I'm a burden and all but I really can't go back home," Santana muttered and looked away, afraid that Quinn was going to take back her offer.

"You will never be a burden you know," Quinn squeezed Santana's hand. "And I only made a face because I expected some good old Santana Lopez stubborness."

"Sorry to dissapoint," Santana sighed. "But the old Santana Lopez is gone."

Hearing that scared Quinn to no end and also made her glad that Santana would be coming home with her. If Santana were to be alone Quinn feared that she would try something again...

"Well she'll be back, if it's the last thing I do," Quinn put on a brave smile for both of them.

"Don't hold your breath," Santana muttered.

"I don't intend to," Quinn quipped back. "Just let me be there for you, let everyone be there for you, and before you know it you'll be happy again."

"You make it sound so easy," Santana said with some sarcasm that made Quinn happy that some of her old friend was still there.

"It won't, but if you let people help it'll be easier than isolating yourself."

"Okay," was all Santana said, though she sounded very unconvinced and Quinn knew that it was just Santana's way of ending the conversation. And, for the time being, Quinn let Santana drop the subject. There would be plenty of time for all that later, or at least Quinn hoped there would be.