x
And oh, how I liked you
You were my very own
Oh, how I liked you
As I covered you with stones...
x
"How close are you to finishing, Quinn?" Rachel asked as she made her way into the blonde's room. She frowned, noting the way the chair bound woman had to twist back around to face the type writer.
"Close, maybe another hour or two."
Rachel moved closer, her fingertips tracing across the most recently finished page. "You are stalling."
Quinn blinked, "No... I'm just stuck. You can't rush this kind of thing."
The brunette chuckled lowly and glanced over her shoulder toward Santana's slumped form. "You are lying, she is distracting you."
Quinn stiffened, the comment putting her teeth on edge. "No..."
"Do not lie to me, Quinn." Rachel said firmly, her eyes darkening. "You need to work faster. I am sure her other deputy... Oh, whatever was his name?"
"Anderson. His name is Blaine Anderson and you're right. He will come for us, with back up."
Rachel turned toward the woman she had previously thought to be unconscious, a smile tugging at her lips. "I suppose it is a good thing I have you as a hostage then, hmm?" She whispered, moving closer to Santana.
The other brunette watched her approach warily, her dark eyes still glazed from the drug in her veins.
Santana made a small grunt of disapproval as Rachel grabbed her chin and she tried to turn her head away so that the other woman couldn't get a good look at her face. The fingers holding her tightened, almost to a bruising intensity.
Rachel's smile twitched wider as she forced the Sheriff's chin back up, her thumb slowly tracing Santana's full bottom lip.
"What do you have that I do not?" She whispered, her eyes sweeping over the other woman's exotic features. "Darker skin? Fuller breasts and lips?"
Santana curled her upper lip into a sneer but remained silent as Quinn shifted awkwardly across the room.
"Rachel, it isn't-"
Quinn fell silent as Rachel held up her hand, her eyes still searching Santana's. "Say what you are thinking, Sheriff."
"It might have something to do with the fact that I'm not bat-shit cra-"
A loud crack cut off the rest of her response as Rachel's hand met her cheek harshly. The angry woman turned on her heel, her jaw set. "Write faster, Quinn. You need to finish before our time together is cut short."
Her eyes flicked back toward a now silently seething Santana, "And if you cannot focus, I will find a way to motivate you to do so."
Quinn watched silently as Rachel stalked out of the room before looking toward the other brunette. Santana's chin was tilted down and her eyes were turned away from the blonde.
"I'm sorry."
"For what? I'd rather she hit me than you." Santana said, her features softening as she finally brought her eyes up to meet the other woman's. "What does she have you writing? Why is it so important?"
Quinn chewed her lip, "You remember my last published novel, Misery's Child?" Santana nodded but was still clearly confused. "Rachel didn't like that Misery died... She's having me write another Misery novel to correct my... Mistake."
"...Okay, why's she so concerned that you finish it? She isn't in here, reading them as you type." The woman muttered, becoming more awake with each passing second.
"She was, it's just the smaller stack that she has to read. And then..."
"And then...?" Santana asked slowly, not liking the way Quinn was now avoiding eye contact.
"And then, when it's finished... She wants us to die, together."
Santana breathed in harshly, her eyes going wide. "What the fuck is wrong with her? I knew that she was strange... And they always say to watch the quiet ones but I wasn't expecting her to be this sick."
The room fell silent then and Quinn turned back to the type writer to resume writing. She typed for several minutes before she and Santana looked toward the door at the sound of approaching footsteps.
Rachel strode back into the room, her heels clicking loudly against the hardwood. "How much have you written, Quinn?"
"Not much, Rachel... You haven't been gone that long."
The shorter brunette pursed her lips and approached the desk, her eyes scanning what little had been typed in her absence. "This is unacceptable."
"I told you that I was stuck..."
"More lies! I heard the two of you talking when you should have been typing." Quinn's throat tightened as Rachel left her side to approach Santana. "I did warn you, Quinn."
"Don't, please!" The blonde begged as she saw the standing brunette slip an unidentifiable object from the waist of her jeans.
Rachel tutted in amusement, "I will not kill her, yet... In fact, I will not be doing anything to her." The woman said, smiling as she stroked Santana's hair gently. "You will."
Quinn paled visibly and her hands trembled against her arm rests. "W-what?"
With one hand still hidden behind her, Rachel took her free hand to her hip pocket of her jeans. "Unlock yourself and come here, Quinn." She ordered quietly, tossing the key to the blonde.
Quinn caught it on reflex, surprised that her now clammy hands were even capable of it. She unlocked the cuff that was connected to the bottom bar of the armrest of her chair. Once the metal pieces were separated, she hesitantly moved closer to the brunettes.
The blonde's stomach twisted as Rachel revealed a wicked pair of garden shears. She handed the shears to Quinn before turning Santana's chair slightly, to give her better access to her hands. The chain of the Sheriff's handcuffs had been weaved through the rungs that made up the back support of the chair, keeping her in place.
Santana set her jaw, her fingers twitching together as Rachel's ghosted over them.
"Which would you miss the most...?" The other woman whispered, almost too quietly for the others to hear.
Santana did her best to ignore the other brunette and instead kept her eyes on Quinn.
"What do you think? Should we leave her with her ability to shoot? I feel like I do not know her well enough to think that she deserves to lose you and her job if I let her live. That seems a bit cruel."
The blonde blinked, raising her eyes to meet those of the woman standing over her.
"I- I can't." Quinn stuttered, her fingers trembling against the handle of the shears.
"You can."
The blonde's eyes flew back to Santana, shocked by the calmly spoken words. Her heart stuttered in her chest as a loud click came from Rachel's direction.
"You will." The other brunette said firmly, making sure Quinn could see the gun in her hand.
"Please, Quinn..." Santana pleaded, almost too quietly for the blonde to hear.
Quinn lifted the shears slowly, trying to calm her trembling hands as she raised the metal to tan fingers. Her eyes immediately narrowed in on Santana's right pinky.
Reaching out, Quinn tucked the rest of the woman's fingers into a fist. She could feel Santana tensing under her hand and she swallowed thickly.
"I'm sorry." She whispered quickly before squeezing her hand and bringing the blades together. There was a sickening crunch and a little resistance as metal met bone before cutting through.
Santana's body was rigid and trembling slightly, her remaining knuckles tight as her severed digit fell to the floor.
She was quiet for a moment before a whimper escaped her clenched teeth. The sound quickly escalated into an ear splitting scream and she cried out several more times before slumping forward more in her chair.
Quinn stared wide eyed at Santana's bleeding hand, the shears falling to the floor loudly when she realized what she had just done. She reached toward the other woman but Rachel stopped her.
"No, no, Quinn. You have a book to finish. If you continue to defy me and not work... Well, she has nine more to lose." Rachel warned, "Key." She said, holding her hand out to the blonde.
Quinn collected the small key from in between her legs and glared at Rachel before wheeling herself back over to the desk.
"Cuff yourself again, we can not have you roaming around while I am patching her up."
Quinn rolled her eyes but did as she was told, her eyes watching Santana sadly as she did.
Rachel bent down quickly to retrieve the shears and severed finger, her gun and the key already tucked away. "I will be back momentarily." She said, pausing in front of Santana. "Do not worry, this will not go to waste... You see, while I do not eat meat... My sow, Misery, does. She has never been a very picky eater."
Santana glared up through the veil of hair that covered her face, her body still trembling. "Fuck you."
Rachel's expression immediately darkened from one of amusement to rage. "Watch how you speak to me, or I will feed it to you." She warned, stepping closer.
Santana's nose wrinkled in disgust as her severed finger was pushed roughly against her lips, smearing blood across them.
Rachel withdrew her hand, bringing the pinky with her before stomping out of the room.
Quinn sat rigid in her chair, hand pressed over her mouth as Santana exhaled slowly from her nose.
"I'm so sorry..." The blonde whispered, quietly enough that she knew Rachel would not overhear.
"Don't be. You did what you had to, I'm alive." Santana whispered back. The words eased Quinn's guilt a little but the way the brunette kept her eyes on the wall instead of meeting her own twisted her stomach into knots.
xxx
"Progress, Quinn?" Rachel asked, striding into the room with a tray clutched between her hands.
"It's finished."
"What?"
"I just finished, a moment ago." The blonde elaborated, patting the stack of paper to the left of the typewriter.
Rachel moved closer, setting down the tray to trace the print herself. "I have your wine and cigarettes here, Quinn." The brunette said in awe, her eyes still tracing the lines of words gracing the top page.
"Only missing one thing..."
"Hmm?" Rachel hummed, blinking before raising her eyes to meet the blonde's.
"We'll need two glasses." Quinn said, pointedly looking between Rachel and the tray.
"O-oh, really?" The brunette asked, almost shyly.
Quinn nodded, "Of course. This is as much your book as it is mine."
Rachel's cheeks darkened and she chuckled happily. "Yes, I suppose this is true. I will be right back."
Santana watched the exchange closely and leaned forward a bit when she was sure Rachel was well down the hallway. "You lied, you only wrote a few pages... What are you up to?" She asked quietly, Quinn placed a finger to her lips.
"Getting us out of this." She whispered back, sliding a drawer open as quietly as possible. She retrieved the accelerant from the drawer, a match from the tray and rolled the last few pages of the manuscript into a cone shape.
Quinn wet the paper a little and lit the match against the desk just as Rachel reappeared.
"Quinn! What are you doing?" Rachel gasped, pausing wide eyed in the doorway.
"Let us go or I'll burn it." Quinn warned, "Then you and no one else will ever know if Misery ever remembers Ian, if she can learn to love him again... Or if she falls in love with someone new."
"No!" Rachel cried, lunging forward. Quinn shook her head and lit the pages before tossing them to the floor. Rachel fell to her knees beside Quinn, ignoring the blonde as she tried to put out the flames.
Quinn set her jaw and reached over quickly to grab the typewriter. She held the heavy device up over the brunette's head before bringing it down on the back of her skull.
Rachel slumped forward after the heavy impact, successfully smothering the flames with her body. Quinn crawled from her chair, ignoring the pain in her legs as she dragged her body toward the brunette's prone form. Rachel was breathing shallowly and a dark puddle began to pool beneath her head as blood rushed from the gash inflicted by the typewriter.
Moving quickly, Quinn grabbed Rachel's gun and partially turned the other woman over to fish the key from the front pocket of her jeans.
"Good job, baby." Santana said, extremely proud of the blonde's quick thinking. "Grab my carabiner too, please, so we can get the hell out of here."
Quinn smiled weakly, unclipping the larger collection of keys from Rachel's jeans before crawling toward the other brunette. Her arms burned and her legs ached but she closed the distance before pushing herself into a seated position beside Santana.
Her smile fell when she saw Santana's still bleeding hand. Rachel had sarcastically placed a band-aid over the injury after Santana's outburst. Most of the blood had dried but it was clear that there was some fresh blood still trickling out over the saturated bandage.
Quinn shook her head and focused o that she could make quick work of the lock. The handcuffs opened with a click and Santana brought her hands around to her front. She instantly regretted the decision and rose onto unsteady legs so that she could distract herself from the sight of her hand.
She knelt down beside Quinn and gently picked her up bridal style. "Hold on to me, I'll get you out of here. We'll call for back up in the truck, okay?"
Quinn nodded and that was all Santana needed to move for the front door. She paused just in front of it and Quinn leaned forward to unlock and open it. The blonde couldn't help but smile as the cold air hit her face, she welcomed it. She needed to leave that house, she needed to be free.
Santana was just stepping down from the last step of the porch when a sound from behind them made both women's blood run cold.
"Shoot her!" Santana said quickly, glancing over her shoulder as Rachel stumbled out onto the porch.
Quinn raised her arms to aim as Rachel rushed forward, her hunting knife clutched tightly in her right hand. The blonde frowned when the trigger refused to move.
"I think it's jammed, it won't fire!" She cried as she continued to fumble around with the firearm, Santana swore under her breath, unable to look down to help because she was trying to keep an eye on Rachel.
Rachel sneered and laughed when the other brunette stumbled slightly on a divot in the grass, she slowed down and struggled to regain her balance.
The approaching brunette looked like she was straight out of a horror film. Blood clung to her hair and face and a good portion of her sweater was blackened and burned through.
"Check the chamber, Quinn." Santana said through grit teeth, her body slowing as her adrenaline began to wear off.
"I don't-"
"Just like I showed you." Santana encouraged, glaring over her shoulder at Rachel.
Quinn cried out in a mixture of pain and surprise as Santana's body lurched forward suddenly and she was dropped roughly to the ground.
Her heart sank when she looked up in time to see Rachel ripping her knife from the taller brunette's back. Santana screamed in pain but continued to fight despite the blood now seeping through her shirt.
Quinn looked back to the gun in her hand, whimpering in desperation as she struggled to remember what Santana had taught her about them.
Suddenly, she remembered the safety. Rachel had been switching it off and on the entire day and Santana had stressed its importance.
She quickly located the safety before flicking it off and raising the weapon to aim. She frowned and tried to get a clear shot on Rachel but the brunettes were too close.
"Push her back, Santana!" The blonde cried, readying the weapon.
The taller brunette grit her teeth, ignoring the blade that slashed across her forearm as she brought her palms roughly against Rachel's upper chest.
Once she had some room, Santana brought her booted foot heavily into Rachel's torso. The air rushed from the shorter brunette's lungs in a gasp as she staggered backwards.
Time seemed to slow then as the shots rang out, only two of the bullets found their mark but they did their job. Rachel glanced toward Quinn just before they ripped through her body. She fell to her knees, the blade slipping from her fingers as she crumpled the rest of the way to the ground.
Santana grabbed the blade, folding it away before moving back to Quinn.
"You got her, it's okay. It's over now." The brunette whispered, taking the gun from the blonde's trembling hands.
Quinn nodded, accepting the car keys as Santana kissed her forehead before scooping her up into strong her strong arms. The brunette walked her to the passenger side and deposited her gently in the seat before closing the door.
The woman dropped herself gingerly into the drivers seat before accepting the keys from the blonde. "Can you use the radio to call for backup while I drive?" Santana asked, the fatigue now evident in her voice and expression.
Quinn nodded, frowning as she watched the brunette's fingers tremble against the steering wheel. She tore her eyes away as the truck began to move, her hand reaching for the radio.
"Hello?" She said, pressing the button so that Blaine, or anyone else would be able to hear her.
At first, static was her only response but finally, another voice broke through. "Hello? This is deputy Anderson, who is this. Where is the Sheriff?"
Quinn choked back tears of happiness, "This is Quinn Fabray, the Sheriff is sitting right beside me."
There was a moment of silence again before the man stuttered out a shocked reply. She barely heard Santana's weak voice over his excitement.
"We need back up and an ambulance..."
Quinn nodded quickly, frowning at how quiet and weak the other woman's voice sounded.
"We're going to need backup sent to the Wilkes residence and paramedics as well."
Blaine's excitement dissipated quickly, "What happened? Is everyone alright? We're on our way, we were actually just getting ready to mobilize to investigate since we hadn't heard from the Sheriff. I will call the hospital and have them send someone over as well. Hold on, we'll be there soon."
Quinn was about to respond when the ride suddenly got very rough, she glanced over and to her horror found that Santana had passed out.
She reached over to try and grab the wheel but it was too late. They had almost reached the main road but had veered off last minute, the truck crunching to a stop as it hit a large tree.
Quinn groaned, lifting her head up from the dashboard, completely dazed from the impact.
The radio had been damaged and the hand piece was now laying somewhere on the floor. Blaine's broken voice cut in and out as he asked repeatedly if she was still there.
Quinn's eyes drifted shut as she too lost consciousness, barely hearing Blaine's promise to be there soon.
xxx
Hazel eyes fluttered open, Quinn blinked and squinted as she tried to take in her surroundings.
"Oh thank God you're awake."
The blonde glanced up groggily to see Blaine climbing into the back of the ambulance.
"Where's Santana?" She asked, panicking slightly at the other woman's absence.
"She's on her way to the hospital already so don't worry." He said, kneeling down beside her. "Quinn, I need to ask you something..."
"What?"
"Where was Rachel Wilkes when you left?"
Quinn stared at him a moment as she processed the question. "She was in the front yard, not far from the porch."
Blaine frowned but nodded, "The police are still searching the property but they haven't been able to find Miss Wilkes yet.
Quinn continued to stare, her mind going blank at the news. Before either of them could speak again, a uniformed officer knocked on the outside of the vehicle.
"We've found Miss Wilkes, she was DOA."
Blaine nodded quickly before rising to go join the man outside, "Where was she?"
"We found her in the barn, tracked a small blood trail there once we got the flood lights set up..."
Quinn's eyes widened, shocked that the brunette had gotten so far with her injuries.
"She had a large laceration to the back of her head but it appeared that the two shots to the torso sped up her bleeding to death... She was reaching for a chainsaw, sir."
Quinn shivered at the thought, that would have been quite the sight. She knew that they were trying to talk quietly so that she wouldn't overhear but she had to know.
She was so focused on her thoughts that she didn't notice Blaine approaching until he spoke.
"You heard all of that, didn't you?" He asked with a frown and she nodded. She didn't see the point in lying. "It's up to you, when you feel comfortable to talk about what happened but we will need a statement."
Quinn nodded again and raised her eyes to meet his, "I'd like to get it over with."
Blaine reached for his note pad but paused when someone called his name from outside, he patted her hand as he rose. "I'll get it once you've been checked out, alright?"
Quinn nodded and chewed on her lip, "Will I be able to see her?"
He paused by the back door of the vehicle, "I'll do what I can but no promises."
Quinn smiled and thanked him quickly before he shut the door and the vehicle roared to life.
xxx
"Thank you for your cooperation, Quinn. I am so sorry that this happened to you. But you made sure that Rachel will never hurt anyone, ever again."
Quinn's jaw flexed as she was reminded of what she had been forced to do. She did not regret it but it was still difficult to swallow the idea that she had taken a life.
"Mrs. Hudson?"
"Please, call me Quinn." The blonde said, flashing the man a smile as he stepped into her room.
"Nice to meet you, Quinn. I am Santana's doctor, William Schuester. I was told that you wanted to see her and seeing as you are first on her list of emergency contacts, I figured I could make an exception to our visiting hours."
"Oh, thank you so much!" Quinn said sincerely, the doctor nodded.
"One of our nurses will be in shortly with a wheelchair for you. She isn't awake yet but she could wake up at anytime. And after what you two have been through... I think she will appreciate a familiar face when she does wake." He said a quick goodbye before leaving Quinn and Blaine alone again.
"I'm going to have to head out... I need to go talk to Brittany. But before I forget, here, this is yours. We recovered it from your vehicle, it's a little banged up but it still works."
Quinn nodded, accepting her cell phone with a small smile. "Thank you. She... She won't have to see him like that, will she?"
Blaine shook his head, smiling sadly. "No. While his face was mostly intact, he still had his wallet on him so she will not be needed to I.D. the body. I just want to tell her in person, you know?"
"Yeah... I understand. I'm glad though, she shouldn't have that as her last memory of him."
Blaine nodded in agreement and waved goodbye before moving out of the doorway so that the nurse could get through with the wheelchair.
"Hello, I'm Jake." The man said, flashing her a broad smile as he wheeled the chair to her bedside. "Let's get you out of bed, shall we?"
Quinn couldn't help but smile, his bright mood infectious.
"I gather you just started your shift?" She asked as he moved her carefully but easily from the bed to the chair.
"No, ma'am. I just find a smile and a good mood goes a long way. If I can brighten even one person's day and help ease their pain... Well, I consider that a success." He said, pushing her out into the hallway.
"I see, well, you have been successful with me. Thank you, Jake."
"It was my pleasure. Here we are, if you need anything, just hit the call button by her bedside and we'll check in on you two, okay? I'll start you off with a blanket." He said, wheeling her over to Santana's bedside before popping back into the hallway.
Quinn stared at the brunette, frowning at the bruising and small cuts on the other woman's beautiful face.
Those wounds were superficial and all from the accident they'd had while escaping the farm. There were a few more small cuts lining her forearm and a large bandage covered the laceration that had been inflected with Rachel's hunting knife.
Santana's right hand had also been properly cleaned and bandaged. Her other injury, from the stabbing, was hidden from view.
"She'll be alright, she's a tough one." Jake said, approaching Quinn so that he could place the blanket over her legs and lap.
"Was it bad?"
"She lost quite a bit of blood and the stab would did have a lot of tissue damage but most of it was superficial. Her attacker missed the important stuff." He said as he straightened back up, "She's definitely come in with worse in the past."
Quinn nodded, she had seen the scars. She knew that Santana had been shot in the past, back in her rookie days. Those injuries had almost cost the brunette her life, she had also broken many bones including her nose and several in her feet.
"Well, I'll leave you to get some rest. Remember, if you need anything you let one of us know." He said, giving her one last smile before leaving the room.
Quinn pulled the blanket up higher on her body before reaching out to grab Santana's hand. She squeezed the tan fingers inside of her own and was surprised when they flexed back.
"Why aren't you grinning for me? I'm better looking than him." A husky voice asked, bringing tears to the blonde's eyes.
"You idiot, you scared me..." Quinn mumbled, quickly wiping at her eyes with her free hand.
Santana's thumb stroked over her hand gently, "I am sorry about that. Will you let me take you shooting more now?" She asked, smiling weakly.
"Yes." Quinn promised, leaning in to kiss the brunette. It was merely a peck given she could barely reach the other woman from the confines of her chair.
"Mmnnh... No, you can't tease me with just that. I missed you." Santana grumbled, pouting cutely.
Quinn couldn't help but chuckle at the brunette. "I'm not going anywhere. You'll get plenty more." She said, ignoring the protesting of her legs as she leaned back in to kiss the other woman more firmly.
xxx
Quinn groaned, cracking her eyes open as her phone rang loudly. She had almost forgotten that she had turned it on last night after Santana had fallen back asleep. She had contemplated calling her parent's but knew that they had already gone to bed, she could have called Finn but decided against it. She had instead chosen to rest her upper body against the bed and get as close as possible to the brunette.
Straightening up to stretch her stiff muscles, Quinn dug the device from her pocket.
"Hello?"
"Quinn, oh darling! Thank goodness. I thought you would have called us by now, Finn says that you haven't even called him!"
The blonde stifled a yawn before responding. "Sorry, Mom. I've just been really tired and it was a lot to go through..."
"I can only imagine, Quinnie. We thought that we lost you."
As her Mother spoke, Quinn glanced toward a stirring Santana. "Now that you're awake dear, you should call Finn. He's been beside himself with worry."
Quinn chewed on her lip, "I'm not coming home, Mother. And Finn and I... I am filing for divorce."
She swallowed, knowing that the silence meant that her mother was thinking.
"Why?" The older woman asked, making her daughter sigh.
"I haven't been happy in a long time, Mother. This experience has helped me to realize that I can't keep living that way."
"Quinn, Finn is a good man. He works hard to provide for you..."
"I don't need him to provide for me, Mother. I need someone who views and treats me as an equal. He loves his job, he's got no room for me."
"You're acting like a child-"
"No, Mother, I'm not. I am seeing clearly for the first time in years and you cannot talk me out of it."
"Quinn, you need to think about this more before you talk to Finn."
"There's nothing to think about. I don't love him anymore, my heart belongs to someone else."
"Who is he?" Her Mother asked, almost immediately, her voice rising sharply.
"She is the Sheriff who saved my life and has kept me sane the past couple of years."
"A woman? You want to leave your successful husband for some small town, female Sheriff?" Judy sputtered, Quinn guessed that by now the older woman's neck and cheeks were flushed a deep red.
"She makes me happy and she appreciates me." The younger woman said firmly, ignoring the burning sensation that had begun to prickle at her eyes.
"Your Father is going to be severely disappointed in you." Judy said angrily, before ending the call without another word. Quinn released a shuddering breath as she lowered her phone to her lap.
"That was really brave." Santana said, grabbing the blonde's hand.
"I should have done it years ago... All of it."
"You can't change that now, you're doing it. That is what matters." The brunette said, smiling proudly. "I love you."
"I love you too." Quinn whispered, smiling through her tears. Now she could give herself fully to Santana and she would never have to leave her or live between two cities without her again.
xxx
After a few more tests that morning, Santana was given the okay to leave the hospital. They made a short stop by the precinct to give her statement before she drove them to Brittany's home.
"I'll be back to get you in a minute... Unless you'd rather wait in the truck?" She asked, searching Quinn's eyes as she waited for a response.
"I want to come in." Quinn said, glancing nervously toward the quaint home.
Santana rubbed her thigh soothingly, "Don't worry. She'll appreciate it, I promise. I'm going to carry your chair up first and get her attention. Then, I will be back for you." She said, giving the blonde's thigh a squeeze before exiting the vehicle.
The brunette was gone for a few minutes before she reappeared and Quinn looked up as her door was opened.
"How was she?"
"She's still in shock but... That's to be expected. It takes time."
Quinn nodded and wrapped her arms around Santana's neck as the brunette lifted her from her seat.
"Is this okay?" She asked, nervous that it was too much too soon for the other woman.
Santana laughed and bumped the passenger side door shut with her hip. "You my dear," she started, kissing the blonde's temple. "Are light as a feather, so no worries."
Quinn kissed her cheek and leaned her forehead into the side of the brunette's head as she ascended the steps to the front porch. Butterflies were fluttering madly in her stomach as Brittany pulled open the door for them.
The taller blonde said nothing but stepped forward and wrapped her arms around the other women as best she could. "I'm so glad you're okay, Quinn." She whispered, giving the other blonde a teary eyed smile as she pulled away.
"It was all Sam, we wouldn't have found her in time without him." Santana said, placing Quinn down gently on the seat of her chair.
"I'm so sorry about what happened, Brittany..."
The other blonde shook her head, "Please don't apologize. He died doing something that meant everything to him. We both knew the dangers that came with his job. I hated that it was so dangerous... But he loved it, I could have never asked him to stop."
She paused a few seconds, reaching down to grab Quinn's hand. "You're alive, live to the fullest. That's how you, no, we will honor his memory."
"Well said." Santana said, taking a seat on the couch. "If there's anything you need, you let us know."
Brittany nodded and took a seat beside the brunette, "Well, there is something that comes to mind immediately..."
"Anything." Quinn said sincerely, wheeling herself a little closer to the other two.
"It was something that we had been talking about for a while... We were wondering if you two would be Emma's honorary Aunts."
Quinn glanced toward Santana, unable to contain the wide smile that tugged at her lips.
"Yes." Quinn said, speaking for the both of them, Brittany smiled widely at response both before wrapping her arms tightly around Santana.
Well, here it is, the "last" chapter. There will be a short epilogue typed up and posted most likely tomorrow. Hope this was acceptable and not too corny. Originally the ending was just going to be my version of what happened in the book but I figured that I should probably tie up some of the loose ends. One of those, the biggest, involved Brittany and her baby. (As well as Finn and Quinn's parents.) I think I covered it all, if there's anything I might have missed that you're wondering about feel free to ask me either on here or Tumblr. :)
I don't have anyone helping me to edit so all mistakes are mine, I apologize if there are more in this chapter given I typed it up quickly to get it up for you guys to read before work. Sorry about the delay and in advance for any mistakes. Thank you so much for the reviews and continued support!