A/N: I'm getting so far in my epilogue that I thought...why not give you a little Quinntana and I don't know about you guys...but today...I need it. Here's another song that I have recently become addicted to.

Enjoy!

Oh yea...and this is Quinn...she just has such a demanding spirit...love her!

Moving In the Dark (Neon Trees)

She had been serious about leaving after our nap.

When we woke up it was still early, not even afternoon.

I laid in the bed and just watched as she packed her suitcase and mumbled to herself.

"You look insane." I whispered.

Her hair was all over the place and her clothes were rumpled.

"You weren't saying that five minutes ago when I was making you come for ten minutes straight."

I rolled my eyes and curled against the bed.

"Wake me when you're done."

"Sure."

I closed my eyes and had begun to fall asleep when I was hit so hard that I got the wind knocked out of me.

"Fuck!" I groaned.

"I'm done."

"You are such a bitch sometimes."

She pouted as she brushed her hair and looked at me through the mirror.

"Is that anyway to talk to your girlfriend?"

"When she's a bitch...absolutely."

"Well then I guess I should get used to it then."

"I guess you should."

She smiled at me as she tossed her brush into her bag and then closed it.

I wasn't sure how long I had been asleep but from the looks of it, long enough for her to clean the room and change her outfit.

"Should we say goodbye to your parents?"

"They left already...they left you a note and handed me a wad of cash. Papi said that I can take his extra convertible as long as I call him every time we stop."

My jaw dropped.

"Who just has an extra convertible sitting around?"

She shrugged.

"Doesn't everyone?" She teased.

I rolled my eyes, amazed at just how spoiled someone from "Lima Heights Adjacent" really was.

Apparently being an only child had it's perks.

I had never driven a convertible before, Daddy believed in outward humility above all.

Thus the sundresses...the stupid red bug that I totaled...even my wheelchair had been donated by someone at church.

My parents had always cautioned me away from being around Santana away from school, because the Lopez family was anything but humble.

They were a family that wanted to project their status while still attending mass every Sunday.

Also, Santana was an only child so she kind of got away with anything when we were growing up.

I'm sure that if it had been her that got knocked up instead of me, she would be happily raising that kid with the full backing of her parents.

For that reason alone, I had always resented her.

Now though...as I zip down the highway blasting the stereo and speeding down the highway, I was grateful for her.

She was generous with everything that she had and seemed unfazed by how well off she was.

It was refreshing after spending time at Yale with the self entitled trust fund babies and legacy snobs.

California, just from the little bit of time that I spent there was more my style.

And knowing Santana, she would be the governor in a week.

She was a chameleon and could thrive anywhere but I had the feeling that being so close to Hollywood, would soon mean that she would be a sensation.

I had agreed with Sue for that reason alone, if anyone deserved to be successful and famous, it was Santana.

"Why do you look constipated?"

I looked at her sideways as we pulled into a hotel parking lot that night.

"What?"

"This whole drive you have had this constipated expression and every time that I wanted to stop you just grunted through meals and then insisted on continuing to drive."

"We made good time, it's not even midnight and we are almost halfway."

"Yea...but what happened to adventure?"

"We will have plenty of adventures once we get to L.A...for now...I just want to get there."

"Can we at least see the Grand Canyon?"

She sounded like a whining three-year old but the most priceless thing about it all was the pouting face that she made.

"Fine...we can go to the Grand Canyon...anything else?"

"Yep...Disneyland and Lego Land...and all the lands that are fun."

"How old are you?"

"Fuck you Q, I like to have fun too...and as my girlfriend...you should encourage it."

"Fine. We can go anywhere you want...okay?"

"Yes!"

The next morning, I got a shock to my system.

I woke up before the sun and walked into the hotel bathroom to find, Santana staring at her naked reflection in the mirror and crying.

"San?"

She quickly covered her chest and turned from me and the mirror.

"What the fuck, Q...no knocking?"

"I uh...didn't think that I needed to."

I watched as she kept one arm across her chest and used her opposite hand to wipe at her face.

"Well...it would have been nice."

I stepped closer and rubbed my hands up and down her arms.

"I'll keep that in mind." I whispered as I kissed her bare shoulder.

"Yea...please...um...please do."

She dropped her head and a shudder shook her.

"San...what's wrong? Are you okay?"

"Can you...I just need some space right now...please?"

"What can I do?"

She sighed and ran her hand through her hair before dropping it to her side.

"You can leave me the fuck alone...please?" She squeaked out.

"Okay...I'm going to go into town. Okay?"

"Great...go."

It went against every instinct that I had to just leave her like that...but I didn't know what else I was supposed to do.

Was it wrong to call someone about it?

My first thought was to call Brittany because if anyone could figure out what was up it would be her...but I figured that it was too soon to ask her for any favors.

But as I got into the car, my phone rang and it seemed that Brittany had taken the decision from me.

I sat in the car staring at the screen for longer than necessary before actually answering...kind of terrified to hear something that I didn't think I was ready to deal with at this time of morning.

But just before I was sure the call would be dropped, I swiped my thumb across the screen and lifted it to my ear.

God, give me strength.

"Hi Britt."

"Hi, Quinn...do you have a minute?"

"Um sure."

"Is Santana near you?"

"Actually she's not...do you want her to be?"

"No, I need to just talk to you."

"Um, ok B. Whatever you want. What's up?"

"I need you to do me a favor."

"Oh. Okay...what is it?"

"Can you do your best to make sure she isn't ever alone for too long? There is some stuff about her that nobody really knows and while I pretended that the clingyness was because of me needing her...it was really her that needed me. She forgets to eat sometimes and every once in a while...and I mean it's super rare because she is usually always in control...but every once in awhile she gets really down on herself and does stupid things. Just...this breakup was hard on her too and I know she says that she loves you and that you two are happy but I still worry. So can you...just do that for me? Watch her?"

I sat there staring up at the hotel with tears in my eyes.

What the fuck didn't I know?

Did she hurt herself?

What was I missing?

"Yes...I'll take care of her, B. You have my word on that."

"Good. Anyway, I'm leaving the hospital today and so I need to go. Let me know when you get to California and that she's okay. Please?"

"Thank you, B. I appreciate this."

"Bye, Q."

"Bye."

I wasn't sure how I was supposed to handle any of what she had just said but one thing was for sure...I needed to get my ass up to the room.

Suddenly, things about my best friend were clicking into place and I was understanding her a bit more.

I bowed my head and closed my eyes.

"Dear God...I know you don't hear from me often but I just wanted to thank you for giving me what I needed just now. I was afraid to call her but then she reached out to me and made me see what I wasn't seeing. I love you. Help me to be what she needs Lord...even if you don't agree with us being together. I thank you for your grace and mercy. Amen."

I was startled from my prayer a moment later when there was a harsh knock on the window.

When I looked up there was Santana just standing there, hair up and all made up.

She looked normal now and that made me anxious.

Was this how she was all the time when no one was paying attention?

Had I just caught her in a dark moment?

And then it came to me how I was always up after she was and so it was quite possible that she went to that dark place more than I had realized.

I must have zoned out because she knocked again and this time she looked really annoyed.

This time, I put the window down and then the top.

The sun was out and she had our bags hoisted over each shoulder, she must have checked out.

"Hey." I said with the best smile that I could muster.

"You okay, Q?"

"I should be asking you that af-" She put up her hand and cut me off.

"Don't...lets just forget about that. We should get on the road if we are going to make it to the Grand Canyon before it gets dark out."

She didn't want to think about her problems and for now that was okay...but we would talk.

For now, I will just watch her...like Britt had asked.

What harm was in that?

Suddenly things were much more scary than they had been.

It was like moving in the dark when it came to her...like there was this whole part of her that I was going in to blindly.

Was I up for that kind of challenge?

I really had to wonder for a moment...

But then she was sitting next to me with a smile on her face as she synced her iPod to the car.

Right now, as much as I didn't want to...I was going to have to take a page from Brittany's book.

"Drive, Q." She said as she rubbed my thigh. "Get me to that canyon before evening and I'll reward you big time." She winked and suddenly...I was ready for the challenge of figuring her shit out with her.

I would do anything for her...even if I couldn't see the next step...with her I felt like I could do anything.

Corny right?

A/N : I wrote this after that depressing episode the other night...the next chapter which should be coming today...soon...should be happier. Lots of love!