Hey folks! So I thought maybe I would try incorporating some of Addison's past into the story...not entirely sure how it will work out but I'd like to build this fic around the three girls and maybe make a new, improved unholy trinity!? Whaddaya think?

Anywho...here's the next chapter. Thanks again guys..you know what for ;D

Daisy x

Half told stories.

Santana and Quinn sang along to the portable ipod dock at full volume as the lazed in the scorching sun at their favorite summer hide out on the outskirts of Lima. Both in bikini tops and jean shorts, they didn't care about hitting the right notes as they smiled and laughed along to Rebecca Black's 'Friday'. They were basically shouting as their voices vibrated with laughter.

Every now and then Quinn would catch Santana's eyes on her. The latina would then snap her head away and look out onto the little known lake, faining innocence. The last notes played out and the relaxing tones of Alicia Keys began to drift out of the speakers.

Santana lay down fully on her back, and folded her arms behind her head. Eyes closed against the sun, she began to quietly sing along.

Sitting completely upright Quinn's mouth hung open slightly, in complete awe of the beauty before her. It had been two weeks since their first kiss. Two weeks in which they had kissed an unaccountable amount of times and fallen asleep in each others arms every night.

Silently the blonde crept over, kneeling beside the petite latina and ran her pointer finger across the girls exposed abs. Santana flinched at first in surprise but remained still with her eyes closed. A coy smile gracing her lips. Quinn's eyes roamed the girls entire body, memorizing every dip and curve. Every muscle. Every freckle and every scar. Her hand hovered over a long white scar on the brunettes abdomen.

"I cried every night you know" she whispered. Santana opened her eyes, blinking to adjust to the light before looking at Quinn with a puzzled expression. The blonde lowered her head and placed a kiss on the 9inch scar before sitting back on her knees. The latina then mirrored her pose as she sat up. "You kept insisting you were fine..I knew you weren't..but..You're just so stubborn!". Santana giggled at the frustration in Quinn's voice but remained silent wanting to hear her story.

"I remember how pale you turned, how high your temperature was...But STILL you refused to go to the nurse!" The blonde sighed then looked up at the girl she knew she loved. "When we were walking to lunch, you just stopped. Then you fell" She shook her head. It had happened over a year ago. Santana was fine now. But God , the memory still scared her.

"I caught you..did you know that". Santana shook her head. Quinn let out a laugh. "I wouldn't let go of you until the paramedics pulled me away...I thought.." She stopped abruptly, wiping a tear from her eye. "A BURST APPENDIX SANTANA LOPEZ!". Again she shook her head. Reaching forward she took the latinas hands in hers and pressed a gentle kiss to them. "You have to take care of yourself San..I can't lose you.". The blonde took a deep breath. Memories of complications during the latinas surgery flooded her mind. She looked deeply into the shorter girls eyes. "I can't lose you San. I just can't...because...I..I love you Santana Lopez". Hands snatched out of her grasp and she clenched her eyes shut in fear. But found herself falling backwards as Santana basically threw herself into her.

"I love you too Lucy Quinn Fabray" Implored the brunette before laying the most passionate yet gentle kiss either girl had ever felt, onto the blondes strawberry flavored lips.

Santana jolted upright, instantly grunting in pain. The noise startling a passed out Addison causing her to roll off the small section of bed she had claimed and hit the solid floor with a screech.

Santana looked around the room slightly dazed then screamed as her tattooed friends head popped up from nowhere. "Jesus Addison!" She scolded, her hand on her chest as she panted in shock.

The taller girl climbed to her feet and stretched in the early morning sun, which was peering through the dull grey hospital blinds. ""I should be the one Jesusing YOU!" she retaliated. "YOU" she pointed her finger at the brunette. "caused ME!" she pointed to herself. "to fall it of your crappy baby sized bed!". She then crossed her arms in smug satisfaction.

The latina laughed. "It's an adult sized bed Addy. An adult sized bed for ONE". She then folded her arms and poked her tongue out.

"More like midget sized." Grumbled the athletic girl as she rubbed the base of her spine with her good hand.

"Hush now Gigantore." laughed Santana. Her eyes then turning concerned, ran up and down her friends physique making sure she wasn't injured. "you are ok though..yea?" she questioned. Addison nodded as she climed onto the foot of the bed, and sat upright with her legs crossed.

"What kind of nightmare was it S?" she asked gently. This was their routine. Whenever one of them had a nightmare they had to tell the other. It was a law they passed after the latina started staying at Addison 's apartment after what happened at the Jazz club.

The taller girl had tried to get Santana to talk but she constantly refused and shut down. That was until the chocolate eyed girl discovered that her friend suffered night terrors of her own.

They made a pact, and although it proved difficult for the two guarded girls, they began to open up and talk to each other. They became each others rocks. They became inseparable.

Santana yawned and leaned back against her now upright bed. "Wasn't a nightmare" she mumbled, "it was a Quinn dream". She sighed and closed her eyes. Glad that she had convinced the blonde to go home last night, instead of crashing in the tiny room like Addison. Technically, Addy kind of made her leave she mused.

Addison frowned. She was glad it wasn't a nightmare about the club, but the Quinn dreams messed with her friends head too. She patted the latinas outstretched legs and moved them over, sliding up the small bed and wrapping her left arm around the smaller girls shoulder. "wanna tell me about it?" she questioned. Although Santana knew it wasn't a question.

"It was about the day she told me she loved me...the day I said it back." Santana closed her eyes and leaned into her best friends chest. As Addison brought her other arm around her she smiled a little and sighed in contentment. "I'm glad I have you Addy...I know I don't say it a lot. But I love you...I dunno what I'd do without you" The mousey blonde squeezed her a little and placed a smiling kiss into her friends hair. "even if you are freakishly tall for a girl and have creepy cat eyes". Added the latina.

Addison let out a loud laugh that vibrated through her chest. "Way to ruin a precious moment S!". She chuckled.

As the room fell silent, the taller girl added. "I will always be here for you San. You mean more than family to me. I love you with my whole being and I'll protect you from everything I can.". She felt the smaller girl sniffle in her embrace before adding. "Even though I know pre schoolers that are taller than you and you can't ride motorbikes because really, you're a little lame".

Santana let out a watery giggle before repeating Addison's previous words. "Way to ruin a precious moment Ad's!".

Both girls giggled before silence coated the room and they drifted off into a peaceful slumber.

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Quinn looked at her phone again. It was sat directly in front of her on the oak work surface of her kitchen island. Just call her damn it! She scolded herself. On the screen was a picture of Brittany. The dancers number underneath. Quinn wanted answers. And she wanted to shout. Hell, she wanted to scream and cry and hit things and laugh. She was pretty sure the past few days had turned her slightly bipolor.

With a final burst of courage she snapped up her phone and pressed dial. Her hand gripped it tightly and she could feel the rubber case pull out of shape under the pressure.

After the fifth ring she had ran out of courage and was about to hang up, when Brittany's cheerful voice rang through the speaker

"Quinny! I was gonna call you later! It feels like forever since we spoke"

The shorter blonde could hear the smile in her friends voice. Am I still her friend? She thought. "Britt...I need...we need to talk." she coughed out. Silence sounded on the line for a moment.

"Q. Are you ok? You sound...sad...or angry...no, both." Nothing but concern emitted from the blue eyed girls voice.

"That's because I am Brittany". Using the dancers full name felt foreign to the Yale graduate, but she was angry and upset, she didn't want to afford the taller girl any comfort. "I saw Santana on Tuesday" she heard a gasp but carried on. "I want to see you. You owe me 5 years of explaining.". Her voice was cold and harsh. Reminiscent of her old HBIC days.

Brittany coughed then shakily replied. "I'm guesting in a class at Juliard on Monday. Call me then. I'll be in New York till Tuesday night.".

Quinn nodded. "You better pick up Brittany." She urged. "I will call you Monday." and with that she hung up. Not wanting the taller blonde to notice the tremble in her voice.

She had pushed Santana away in high school. But in senior year they had managed to rebuild a friendship from the ruins of what Quinn destroyed, only for the blonde to choose a broken Brittany's side over a story she never had the full details of. Again pushing the latina away. And now she was losing another best friend.

Slowly she slid down the cabinet till she hit the floor. Pulling her knees into her chest, she sobbed over the chaos that was unraveling around her.