A/N: Two chapters in one day? Yea...I did that ;)
Quinn's POV...cuz...well...even I felt bad for her.
Crystal Ball (P!nk)
"What do you need." I had whispered in her ear, trying my best to feel useful.
"Brittany." She said.
We had been official for about two hours and already Santana had broken my heart.
I didn't show it.
My performance was Oscar worthy as I rubbed her back and then kissed her head.
"Then that's where we are going...come on."
Not only did she look up at me in shock but so did her parents.
Shoot, even I was shocked at how well I had responded to that obvious rejection but I was a Fabray, we were masters of sweeping shit under the rug.
"Um...okay." She said as she wiped the tears away and stood up. "Lets go then."
Maribel went to say something but I was already pulling San out the door.
God, I wish that I had waited to hear her speak...but I was on the verge of crying myself and if her mom kept looking at me like that...then I would have lost my will to fight.
When we got to the hospital, things just got worse for me.
Santana just about forgot that I existed as she was embraced by Brittany's family.
I felt like an outsider and so when I walked away...she didn't even notice.
Even though we were best friends first, I lost first place position in San's life, the day that she met Britt.
Maybe being her girlfriend wasn't what I wanted.
Not right now anyway.
This was probably all a sign that we had been moving too fast.
All the talk of me going where she did...being where she was...was crap.
Because physically that might have been true but mentally...not a chance.
I had walked away just for a moment, I just needed to breathe and when I got back, the hallway was deserted.
So, I took that as my cue to leave.
I got in my car and I drove straight out of Lima.
The town was small and so I was certain that Santana would find a way to make it back home...but as for me...I couldn't stick around.
She loves both me and Brittany and at the moment, I didn't need her as much as B did.
I was doing the mature thing, at least...in my opinion.
Santana had told me how I looked to men for validation...and now I was doing it with her.
That couldn't be me anymore.
I couldn't stick around and wait for her to notice me.
Wait for her to be ready to take me seriously.
I made the decision for the both of us...screw being supportive...she had enough support...and I had none.
I needed to protect me.
And that started with me not standing for being second best any longer.
Hadn't I been that with Finn and Puck and every other person that I had messed around with?
Fuck that.
The first thing that I did when I got to Dayton, was to sell my car.
One thing that can be said about me is that I have the uncanny ability to leave things behind.
Self preservation was a survival skill that I had learned during my pregnancy with Beth.
With the money that I had gotten from my car, I had enough to get to California and so that's just what I did.
Screw being in love and accepting pain.
I was taking myself out of the equation.
And knowing Santana...she would understand.
This was the very equivalent of what she had done when she broke up with Brittany.
She was taking herself out of the equation so that she could grow.
And now, so was I.
As I turned my phone off before take off, I noticed that I had one text message.
I didn't read it.
Whatever she had to say could wait.
If it was that important...she could have called.
She could have come after me.
But she didn't.
I knew that if I read that message, I wouldn't go through with leaving.
And so I tossed my phone to the bottom of my purse and allowed sleep to take me under.
There was no way of knowing what would happen once I was in California,
But one thing was for certain...I wasn't going to put anyone's happiness before my own...
Not ever again.
When I got to California, I didn't even stop to admire the heat and palm trees.
That could wait.
Even though I was resolving to be independent...I had to know.
My heart had to know that she cared.
I needed to be at peace with my decision.
So I pulled my phone out and saw that I had two messages from her now.
I hope that it works in the reverse. Where you go...I go?-San
I need two days tops, have my mojito waiting.-San
A smile was on my face as I gave the cab driver the address to the beach house.
In my heart, I knew that two days was impossible...time didn't exist when she was with Brittany but it felt good to know that she wanted to at least try.
But I wouldn't hang my hat and my heart on that.
I had to keep moving forward...and I need to trust my gut.
For Santana...I would always wait...but I would never stop living...
Ever.
A/N: I'm yours. Rip me apart if you dare! I'm not scared at all ;)