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.Could this little midget actually survive without noise coming from her mouth every 4 God damn seconds? Thought thoroughly frustrated Addison.
Once Quinn answered the door, a loud squeal echoed around the apartment. The owner of the squeal was then ushered in and introduced to the tall girl.
Quinn then watched with amusement as Rachel Barbara Berry unpacked a high end sewing kit and explained in full detail to an obviously stunned Addison that one of her daddy's is a doctor and she had witnessed many of his techniques. Also that she was a dab hand at stitching thanks to her time when she starred on her off Broadway shows.
"Terrible budgeting you see." Tutted the short girl. "But now I am performing the lead in funny girl, on actual Broadway, which has actually been a dream of mine since I was old enough to sing, which was 2 btw. My daddies knew there and then I would be a star. So now I don't have to repair my own costumes. We have people for that."
The miniature diva smiled and actually sang been"Doooooonnnne" As she snipped the last of the thread. Holding a mirror up for the tattooed girl, she waited with baited breath for her approval.
"wow" Mumbled Addison. "It's...pink!"
Rachel's face dropped. "Is that all you can say?". Her tone was sad and she was pulling the biggest puppy dog face.
Quinn snorted as Addison's mouth gaped open and closed for a moment before she managed to speak.
"Urm ...it's really straight and I'm pretty sure it's gonna make my scar look the shit!?".
It sounded more like a question but it was enough to elicit another squeal from the Broadway star, causing the money blonde to close her eyes tight, pinch the bridge of her nose and shake her head.
2 hours later.
Quinn laughed loudly as Addison grumbled under her breath something about 'Berry' and 'demon spawn'..The similarities between San and Addison were startling. The blonde supposed that was why they were so close.
It had been an exhausting couple of hours for both Quinn and Addison, as they filled Rachel in on everything that had happened. Concerning Santana and Brittany, graduation and the cliff notes of the latinas current condition, leaving out the overdose. The starlette was shocked to hear about her hospital stay and insisted she be able to visit the girl.
Something Addison put a big red stop sign on. For now.
Eventually Rachel had announced she needed to go home and rest in preparation for her next show in a few days. She had hugged both girls goodbye and made them promise to meet up for drinks.
It was now almost midnight and Quinn's eyes were getting heavy.
"Go to bed Q. I'll wake you in the morning." Commanded the athletic girl. Her soft tone from their previous conversation gone.
Yawning, Quinn agreed and instructed her guest as to where the spare room was.
Slipping under her cool bed sheets the blonde sighed contentedly as she reached over to turn off the lamp. She paused momentarily to look at the picture on her bedside table. It was of Santana, Brittany and herself dancing in the choir room. All three girls were holding hands, heads tilted back and laughing. "Goodnight" Whispered Quinn, she then turned off the light and lay down. Falling into a dreamless slumber.
Quinn shot upright. She looked around the room as early morning light filtered through the blinds. She checked her watch and frowned at what had caused her to wake at 5:43am. The blonde was an early riser, but more of a 7am girl. Sighing, she lay back down and snuggled into her bed.
"No..."
Quinn sat up again, slowly this time. She listened, straining her neck towards her closed door.
"DON'T!"
The blonde shot out of her bed. The anguished cry from her frenemy fueling her with adrenaline. Grabbing an old paperweight she ran into the guest room, only to find it empty. Slowly the hazel eyed girl crept into the giant open plan living space.
Her heart stilled at the sight that greeted her. Addison lay curled up on one of the leather sofas. Her face contorted and her body writhing.
Quinn walked over to the girl and gently placed the paper weight on the floor. After another small whimper from the girl before her, she decided to try and gently wake her.
She failed.
Even though she barely touched the her, Addy bolted upright.
The tattooed girls chest rose and fell rapidly. Green eyes scanned the penthouse that was bathed in grey morning light, her good hand clutched the sofa, her casted one raised against her chest. Finally her tensed body relaxed.
Quinn saw as the girls face turned from terrified to indifferent. She watched as her walls instantly built up.
"Damn nightmare about the Yankies beating the Sox again!" Lamely joked the taller girl.
"Addison, you can talk.."
"DON'T Quinn!". Snapped the younger girl as she stood. "I'm gonna shower then I'm heading to the hospital." she turned and headed for one of the bathrooms, shouting over her shoulder "If you wanna see San, I suggest you forget what you saw.".
The one sided conversation finalised by the slamming of the solid bathroom door.
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It had been 3 months since Santana and Quinn had first kissed. 2 months since they had become girlfriends. And the brunette couldn't be happier.
They had decided to keep their relationship secret, knowing how closed minded the people of Lima were. But that didn't stop them from their daily make out sessions in the cheerioes' locker room before school started. Today was different though.
Quinn didn't show up.
In fact, the blonde didn't show up to school at all that day.
Santana had tried calling and txting her girlfriend, but she never got a reply.
The latina was worried.
That was until she heard Noah Puckerman bragging to his teammates that he managed to pop Quinn Fabray's proverbial cherry.
That day was the first and the last time Santana ever fell from the top of a pyramid.
After her painful practice had ended, The latina drove straight over to her girlfriends house. 'Puck was lying, Quinn's hot. He's just tryin to gain respect'. Excuse after excuse flooded the latinas brain as she pulled up outside the Fabray residence.
Taking a deep breath Santana ran up the drive and opened the front door.
Both the Lopez 's and the Fabray's had an open door policy for the respective girls, since they had practically grown up together and were inseparable.
Running up the stairs, Santana called out the blondes name. Thankful her parents weren't home.
Finally she reached Quinn's room.
She tapped lightly on the door before opening it slowly.
As she poked her head in, the latina saw her girlfriend sat in the centre of her bed. The blonde was holding a bear Santana had given her after their first kiss.
As the brunette walked in, Quinn raised her head.
Looking into bloodshot hazel eyes, the shorter girl knew Puck was telling the truth.
Instantly she turned and ran down the stairs. Only stopping when Quinn grabbed her wrist, yanking her back.
"No Quinn. You don't get to stop me walking away right now" Hissed the latina as she snatched her hand back.
The blondes hands dropped limply to her sides. "San...I..I'm so sorry..people were starting to talk..I.."
"YOU WHAT Q!?" The laying threw her hands in the air. "You thought you'd sleep with the schools biggest man whore, throw them off our scent!? HUH!?"she stormed over to the front door, pulling it open with force.
"Baby...please. I just went out in public with him..I wanted people to talk...I didn't want to sleep with him."sobbed the blonde.
Santana froze, turning round she reached for the girls hand. "Babe...Di...did he..."
Instantly Quinn shook her head no.
Santana dropped her hand like it was cursed.
"We had some beers on the way home...he started...we kissed...I...I was drunk Tana...I was stupid and drunk...I.." Quinn trailed off knowing how pathetic it all sounded.
Santana couldn't even look at her. A whimper escaped her mouth and she ran.
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Santana slowly opened her eyes. Sunshine bathed the room. She blinked away the blurriness and slowly sat up.
"Let me help you" came the smooth voice of the girl she had just dreamt about.
Looking to her left she noticed Quinn. The blonde leaning forward and supporting her as she waited for the electronic bed to raise.
Once in place, Santana leaned back and smiled appreciatively. "Thanks Lucy Q".
Quinn blushed. "Anytime Tana"
A silence fell over the room for a moment before the latinas eyes locked onto a sleeping Addison on a small cot bed the nurses had donated since someone always seemed to sleep in the room. Quinn followed her gaze and offered an explanation.
"She didn't get much sleep last night."
Santana sighed. "Damn Yankies". She mumbled.
Quinn shook her head. She knew this was something for another day.
"OH MY GOD!" Whisper shouted the latina . Her eyes still on her best friend. "Is...are they pink stitches!?"
Quinn giggled. " Yes they are...courtesy of the Broadway star Rachel Berry"
The next few minutes were spent explaining how the tattooed girl ended up being arrested, how her charges were dropped. How Rachel fit in to it all.
"She was the only person I could think of!" Defended the blonde.
"Rachel Berry, Quinn! Rachel Berry!?"
"Hey, that girl has a freakish variety of skills!...Anyway. Don't blame me because your friend Is afraid of old lady nurses!"
Santana shook her head in disbelief. "I am not even touching that one".She said whilst giggling.
Quinn could see glimpses of the old Santana as they talked. The way her eyes lit up as she laughed, her sassy comments...she had to do it...she just couldn't wait any longer.
"Go on a date with me S." silence. "N..not now, obviously.". The blonde shook her head a little and released a breathy laugh. "When you get released...just one date.". Quinn took the latinas left hand and held it tightly. "I can't stand the thought of losing you again...of never kissing you again, never having the chance to fall asleep in your arms and wake up holding you in mine...Please Tana...Just give me a chance to prove how I feel."An air of desperation coloured Quinn's voice.
The latinas eyes were glued on their joined hands throughout Quinn's speach. When the blonde finished, she looked up with misty eyes.
The door burst open grabbing both girls' attention and causing Addison to fall off the small cot with a grunt.