When Things Go Boom.

It had been two days since Quinn had unexpectedly bumped into Santana.

Two days since her bitchy friend had punched her.

Two days since she spoke to 'Buck' himself and got said bitchy friend fired.

Two whole days to deconstruct those short moments she saw her ex best friend. Two damn days of wondering what that green eyed crazy bitch meant. Two frickin days of seeing Santana's tired face.

Two ENTIRE DAYS of wondering, guessing, second guessing, getting angry, getting upset. Two days to realise the once confident, beautiful and strong latina was now pale, fragile, emaciated and scared.

She wouldn't look at me. Thought Quinn. She was stuttering. She looked so tired...she..."arrgghh" Quinn threw her phone at the wall in anger. Her stupid brain wouldn't shut off. She'd tried everything. Reading, cleaning, eating, even running. Which she hated because she would never get back to her high school level of fitness thanks to her car crash.

Sighing she picked up her phone which was remarkably ok and made her way to the open plan kitchen to make some jasmine tea, hoping that would calm her down.

As the water boiled she considered calling Brittany. She hadn't spoken to the girl for a few weeks, the blonde was busy choreographing a video for Madonna. Quinn was unsure of what to tell her though, apart from 'Hey B...so I saw Santanna and she looks like crap oh and by the way her friend said I don't know the full story from graduation, what does she mean?' or 'I saw the girl who broke your heart and I wanted to hurt her , but now I wanna talk to her...I'm worried..' Quinn snorted at her own indecisiveness. She really needed to stop thinking about the girl. She nodded to herself as she poured the hot water into a cup. Finally deciding she would indeed forget about her encounter with the latina and immerse herself into a book.

12 minutes 15 seconds later

Quinn pulled her sunglasses down, sheilding her eyes from the bright Thursday sun. She walked with ambition. Heading to 'Buck's gasoline' to confront Santana, all be it in a calmer less threatening manner.

She didn't need another split lip from her over protective friend. She poked her tongue out to touch the now healing split and smiled a little, although anger had overtaken her on Tuesday she still cared about her former friend, and even though she hadn't spoken to Santana in 5 years, she was happy she had someone looking out for her.

Thinking back she began to feel guilty about getting the girl fired. She seemed close with the latina, what if Quinn had inadvertently taken an important person out of her life. She shook her head and marched on. There was now another reason to head to 'Buck's'

30 minutes later Quinn strolled into the grocery store attached to the gas station. With her head held high and determination in her step she made her way to the counter.

A large man with greasy grey and black hair sat behind the counter. His purple shirt was unbuttoned, showing a yellowing vest underneath. Sweat stains were visible under his armpits and he wheezed slightly as he breathed.

Quinn shuddered as she neared him and bit back a snarl as she caught him leering. Coming to a stop she folded her arms, subconsciously shielding herself from him. "I wish to speak to Santana Lopez".

The guy smiled. "she ain't here, but you can take up any needs with me". He licked his lips as his eyes roamed her body.

"first. Ew. Never gonna happen. Second, when will she be in next?".

The large man had the audacity to look offended. "she won't be comin back sweetheart. Her and her annoying buddy got laid off two days ago".

Hearing this shocked the blonde. Sure, she'd personally requested the tattooed girls dismissal but not Santana's. "San...why fire Santana..she did nothing wrong".

Looking at Quinn again the man noticed her split lip. "you the girl who Addy socked?" the blonde nodded. "huh. Thought you'd be happy about em both gettin the boot." he shrugged to himself then carried on. "our fiery little piece of ass ran out of here when she heard the news about her buddy. She was on a final warnin. So, bang, bang. She got fired" He began to laugh which soon turned into a coughing fit.

Quinn stepped back to avoid any spray he was emitting. "I want her address". She demanded. This guy was grosing her out and she wanted out of there soon as possible.

He shook his head as he took a sip of diet coke. Diet coke! Really? mused Quinn.

"no can do honey, confidentiality and all that".

The blonde stood straighter and put on her HBIC face " you give me her address or I promise you will have a lawsuit on your hands for sexual harassment and that little right hook one of your staff members gave me."

A few minutes later Quinn exited the store with a spring in her step and a post it note in her hand with the Latina's address scribbled down. It was time to get answers.

A few short blocks away the blonde found herself looking up at a dilapidated old highrise. She double checked the address on the pink piece of paper and instantly more worry for her one time friend seeped into her veins.

She shook her head as she stepped over a sleeping drunk and began to make her way to the 9th floor. Once there she found apartment 33. She slowly approached the door, noting it's poor condition and knocked gently. After a few moments she knocked again, louder. Still met with silence, Quinn placed her ear to the door but heard nothing.

"Santana ...it's me, Q..Quinn. I, i'm sorry about Tuesday. I just wanna talk".

Again she was met with silence. The blonde groaned and knocked repeatedly on the door, getting more and more frustrated. Finally she heard a click and sighed in relief, only to jump when a voice came from her right.

"are you a friend of the young girl from 33?" Asked an old hunched lady. Quinn gulped and lowered her hand from her chest, turning to face her.

"we went to high school together". The old woman smiled and shuffled over towards her.

"you're pretty, just like her" The hazel eyed girl smiled as the woman continued. "She's such a nice girl. Helps me with my shopping every Thursday" she took a breath when looked at the door sadly before raising a hand and taking Quinn's "That's how i knew something was wrong you see".She shook her head.

The former cheerleaders stomach dropped "wrong?" she squeeked. Oh God, oh God, no..no, no, no..San...please be ok.

The old lady continued "she usually comes by on a Thursday morning but today she didn't. I convinced Jerry," she took another breath. "He's the handyman here. Well, I convinced him to open her door. We found her passed out, poor thing. Vomit everywhere. We called an ambulance..."

Before the old lady could finish Quinn was running, taking 3 stairs at a time. She had to get to the hospital. Santana had to be ok!

So...what do ya think? Any suggestions? Should I pop another chapter up?

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Daisy x