A/N: Thank you for all the love! Feeling better! To celebrate...some Ke$ha. Oh...and I still stand by the fact that I am a storyteller first...I get whatever demands people may have...I may not be for you and that's okay...I respect it. Just respect my process...
Thanks!
Last Goodbye (Ke$ha)
Santana's POV
I had let Britt get to me.
And in the process, I neglected to remember how my actions would affect the woman who I love.
Quinn still ached when she walked at times, some days she was completely confined to the bed for days when the weather changed.
It was one thing to run a few red lights but I was driving at break neck speeds through San Francisco without regard to oncoming traffic.
She was justifiably freaking out and I immediately slowed down once I realized just how bad she was taking things.
"I'm sorry, Q. You okay?"
"Yea."
She took deep shaky breaths as I pulled into our assigned garage.
"Yea...can you just help me get her out the car, please?"
"Sure."
Suddenly, I was forgetting that I was angry and instead I was only concerned with Quinn.
This was more than her freaking out in the car...she was feeling guilty about this.
She had gone against who she was and ignored my wants, convinced that Britt would make good on her promise to stay sober.
The only issue with that logic was that just as well as Britt knew me...I knew her.
Britt couldn't do this on her own.
She needed to be completely immersed in her rehab experience.
And I could see it all over Quinn's face, she finally agreed.
Now all we had to do was talk to Britt...there was no way that things could go on like this.
"Fuck!" I groaned as I gripped her hair.
She moaned and tossed my leg over her shoulder.
I was close to coming but then she pulled away and looked up at me.
"I love you." She whispered and I smiled.
I rubbed her damp cheek and blew her a kiss.
"I love you too, Q...now...less talking more licking." I winked and she grinned.
"Ask nicely." She said with delight in her eyes.
"Pretty please, take those juicy lips of yours and suck me dry...please?"
"Mmm...you know I love it wh-"
I didn't let her finish her sentence as I guided her head back to my wetness.
"Shhh...just do it baby...yea...just...fuck...like that! God! Fuck...I'm so close! Shit...ayyyyyyy!"
I was prepared to roll over and go to sleep but then she shoved her fingers inside of me and began to curl them.
"Mmm...I love when you come...but you never...said...my...name." She said punctuating the last few words with each twist and turn of her fingers.
I was gripping the sheets with one hand and using the other to cup her cheek.
Our eyes locked and I couldn't help the loud the groans that left my mouth.
"Quinnnnn! Oh fuck! Yes! Yes! Quinn!" I screamed before collapsing down on the bed.
Fuck Brittany if she heard us...we weren't going to let her come in and make us uncomfortable in our own home.
Not anymore.
We fucked until we couldn't fuck anymore and then finally passed out.
Sleeping in Quinn's arms always made me feel safe and sound.
There was no place that I would rather be.
I finally was at a place in my life that made sense...
Like, I was exactly where I needed to be in that exact moment.
I was in a deep sleep when suddenly Quinn was shaking me.
"San...get up."
"Wha? No." I grumbled before burying my face against further into her pillow.
But then she was shaking me again.
"Santana...get up...please baby...wake up."
She sounded like she was desperate.
Finally I peaked one of my eyes open and saw that she was already completely dressed and that the sun was out.
"What is it? Where's B?"
"She's downstairs...I need you to get up."
I looked at the clock and saw that it was almost noon.
Yet another final was missed.
Fuck.
"Q...my final!" I said as I jumped from the bed.
She nodded and then brushed my hair from my face.
"I called your professor and told him the situation, he said you could sit it tomorrow."
I fucking swooned.
"Really?"
"Yes...now get up. Coffee is on the dresser." She leaned in and kissed my lips.
Q was being extra sweet and I wasn't sure if it was because of the mind blowing sex or that she was trying to keep me in a good mood.
Either way, it was a good way to wake up.
I said a silent prayer for my day.
Things just needed to be okay.
Quinn's POV
I paced back and forth in between the living room and the kitchen for what felt like an eternity.
Last night had been eye-opening for me.
Seeing Britt with her head on the bar, weeping over her son and her husband and then her practically serenading Santana in the car, made me see something that I hadn't before.
She was stuck.
It was as if the moment that she woke up from that coma in her senior year and hadn't been able to progress.
Her memories had come back but after months of trying to trigger them and while she was busy doing that...the world kept moving.
She had been trying to keep up and just couldn't.
And then she got to Julliard and her body betrayed her.
It was like everything and everyone that she loved was moving in a completely different direction.
Most people would feel like this wasn't their problem.
And maybe they're right...maybe San and I should just be wrapped up in ourselves, focusing on our wedding, our lives together and following our dreams but Santana and I weren't most people.
For us...for me helping Britt was a necessity.
I had Santana and she had me...we were secure in us.
At least that's what I had assumed when I forced San to go to New York.
I was trying to make life be the same as high school but we weren't those girls anymore.
Britt was married and a mom, San was this amazing music protegé with offers from labels all over the world and I was in law school working my ass off.
We needed to find new definitions of normal.
And even if this situation infuriates her, I know that San will be haunted by Britt's failures.
And I just can't let that happen.
"Are you sure about this, B?"
"I need to figure things out and I can't do that here. I love that you guys have taken me in and tried to help me. Thank you."
San stood stiffly beside me as we watched Britt pull her bag from the trunk.
"We could make this work, B...I'm sorry that I snapped at you last night." San said, looking nauseous.
Britt smiled and stepped closer to us.
She held out both her pinkies and so we linked up with her.
"We have always said that the trinity starts together and ends together. We just work best that way...in sync with each other, right?"
I nodded and San dropped her head.
Britt dropped her pinky and lifted her chin before taking her pinky back.
"Yea, B." San said as she cleared her throat. "Synchronicity. It's what we have always done."
Britt nodded and then squeezed our pinkies.
"Somewhere along the way, I fell out of sync with you two...and it hurts me each day that I see it. Being here though helped me to remember who I was before my bike accident...before me and San broke up or even got together. I want that back and I can see now that it's something that I can have. I just need to be ready for it. When I'm done here...I want to be able to bring Nicky and Derek out here...I want to be able to restart my life and have you two with me. I want to be in sync with you two again...but first I need to work on me. I need to take a break from things and get my life in order."
"Are you okay?"
She was sitting at her desk flipping through her text-book and humming to herself.
Santana doesn't hum.
"Hmm?"
"Do you want to talk about it?"
She sighed and tossed the book down.
Even with a degree and a more settled adult life, Santana Lopez hadn't really changed.
She raised her eyebrow and crossed her arms over her chest.
"Not really but it doesn't matter because obviously you do."
"We just dropped Britt off at rehab and she basically broke up with us. You're telling me that you don't want to talk about you are sitting there stewing in your own thoughts or how you look like someone just kicked your fucking ego down a flight of stairs?"
One of my favorite things was to catch her off guard.
And I had succeeded because she just sat there looking at me in shock.
Of course, she has always been better at shocking me.
I barely had time to register her next move as she stood to her feet and picked me up.
"What are you doing?"
"Shutting you up." She said will carrying me into the bedroom.
I flew onto the bed and she was right behind me.
"That's a nice thing to say." I snarked back at her as she straddled my waist.
"Don't worry baby, in a moment you won't even remember that I just said that."
"Is that right?"
"Yep."
I cocked my eyebrow as I watched her make her way down my body.
She wasn't even going to work me up with kisses and sweet touches.
Instead she had stripped down and was putting her favorite harness on.
She had a wicked look in her eyes and I couldn't help but squirm.
I could tell that she wanted this hard and rough.
And so did I.
"Fuck me baby, Please?"
"Mmm...you know you don't even have to ask."
A/N: I hope you didn't mind my detour into the world of Brittany too much...something about the trinity has always intrigued me.