Calm before the storm.
"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.
Without even opening her eyes Addison reached up to the cot and pulled the hospital issue blanket she was previously covered in over her. Mumbling something about 'Going Hulk' If it was Rachel Berry, the girl drifted back to sleep.
Santana and Quinn watched with amusement on their faces before turning back to the new occupant.
Clearing his throat he stepped forward. "Good to see you awake Miss Lopez." He held out his hand to the latina. Quinn loosened her grip on the girls left hand, but Santana held tight. Instead choosing to shake with her weaker right hand.
The gray haired man smiled. "Well. You're looking a lot better today my dear.". He smiled, slowly picking up her charts. "Your oxygen levels have improved dramatically. Although, they are still on the low side for your age group." He set the chart back down and pulled up a seat. "Now Miss Lopez...Tomorrow we will be sending you for an MRI to check how much damage your internal organs have suffered because of the overdose." He paused for a moment. "Also a psychiatric analysis must be performed, due to the nature of your admition.". Santana bowed her head, shame and fear running through her. "Our main concern is your heart. It appears to have sustained considerable damage and is quite weak at this time. The MRI scans will tell us more. Such as, if the damage is irreparable, or if we can do something about it.". The old doctor then patted his knees twice before standing. "I will see you tomorrow. Any questions you have will be answered then.". And with a wave he was gone again.
The latinas head was spinning. Psyc analysis, MRI scans, irreparable damage. A million and one things were running through her head. Her chest began to tighten. She couldn't do this. It was too much. Tests to see if she needed a new heart, tests to see if she was crazy, tests to see if her body would mend. Tests, tests, tests, tests, tests.
A small caress to her left hand stopped everything.
Her eyes found Quinn's. The blonde smiling softly at her.
The weight around her chest dissipating as she got lost in a sea of hazel. Light greens, baby blues and soft, chestnut browns merged together. Santana swore she could see flecks of gold in there too.
With just one touch, Quinn had managed to calm her.
Just on stroke on the back of her hand with her thumb. The latina was lost.
Could she do this again? Trust Quinn again...only to leave herself open to hurt? Or should she let her go.
The brunette knew the answer. She had known it since she was a high schooler.
"Yes." She blurted out.
Startling the blonde from her silent appreciation of the beauty before her. "Yes?" She asked quizzically.
Santana mentally face palmed. She took a breath and held Quinn's hand that little bit tighter. "Yes, I would love to go on a date with you Quinn."
Both girls had huge smiles on their faces.
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2 days later.
Quinn had been walking around with a permanent smile on her face since Santana had agreed to go a date with her. She was even smiling now as she rinsed pots off in the sink before placing them in the dishwasher. She hated doing the dishes!
The buzzer to her apartment rang. The blonde picked up a towel and walked to the door whilst drying her hands. Placing the towel over her shoulder she smiled and opened the door. Her smile faded. "Britt. What are you doing here!?". She questioned, not bothering to hide her displeasure.
"You didn't call me back. You said you'd call me Tuesday morning.". The dancer looked towards the floor. "I thought you were mad at me."
A sharp, dark laugh left Quinn's mouth. "I am mad at you!"
Brittany looked up with tears in her eyes.
"NO! No Brittany. You do not get to come to my home and make me feel guilty." seethed the shorter girl. "you lied to me for five years Britt...I...I don't know if I can forgive you for that...I don't know if I can even be your friend anymore.".
Both girls had tears in their eyes now. The blue eyed dancer was shaking as she tried to hold in her sobs.
Quinn hated this. Brittany was her closest friend. They had supported each other through college and bad relationships. They had been there for each other since graduating high school. But Quinn loved Santana, she had managed to get a date with the girl. A second shot at making it work...and she knew Brittany would not fit into that right now.
With a heavy heart she leaned forward and pulled the taller girl into a tight embrace. "I'm sorry B...I...I can't be your friend right now.". She felt the dancer weaken as they held each other.
"I'm so sorry Q...I...I..Please let me fix this" she begged. The smaller girl answering by pulling away from the embrace.
"Not right now BrittBritt...just...just don't contact me. I'll contact you.". The smaller blonde felt her heart crack at the sight of the broken girl in front of her. But she couldn't forgive the once naive girl for what she did. Not yet anyway. So she stepped back and closed the door. Falling to her knees as she did so. Crying over the loss of her best friend on the other side.
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"Santana. Can you please, please just answer one of my questions?". Asked the exasperated psychiatrist sat opposite the latina.
The stubborn brunette had been silent for almost the entire session. Only speaking once to confirm her name.
"Fine!" Grumbled the middle aged woman. "I'll see you the same time tomorrow"
Santana smiled sweetly, stood and exited the room. Outside in the hallway she saw Addison waiting for her. She approached the girl with a smile.
"So did you talk about rainbows and puppies and shit?" Asked the taller girl as she stood.
"yea...and my repressed childhood memories of my uncle Derek and how I think he turned me lesbian"
Both girls laughed as the strolled down the hallway, back towards the latinas room. Addison caught the shorter girl looking forlornlely out the windows into the summer lit streets below. Placing a hand omission her friends shoulder she spoke softly. "You'll be out soon babe. I know it". She smiled at the brunette but just received a shrug in return.
"Listen to me San." Urged the taller girl. "The doc said your liver and kidneys are fine! Sure, your heart's a little whacked but they think they can fix that with pills...your alive honey. And you're gonna get the girl too!"
The brunettes lips curled up into a smile. . This is what Addison wanted to see, not a shrug. "How's about we go out for a while?" Santana opened her mouth to protest but the tattooed girl was already convinced this was a good idea.
Grabbing her best friends hand she dragged her back to the private room that felt more like home than her apartment at the moment. Picking up her bike leathers she had discarded after riding here this morning, she held them out for the latina. Santana looked at Addison like she was crazy.
"Just put them on dumbass...I'm bustin you out for a while". Both girls smiled brightly at each other before the smaller girl started frantically dressing in the red and white leathers. Addison helped complete the ensemble by pushing her carbon fibre helmet onto her friends head, then knocking her cast on it.
29 minutes later
A now smiling Santana sat in the sunshine of battery park. Her borrowed leather jacket cushioning Addy's head whilst the brunette used her friends flat stomach as a pillow.
"So, how are the Berry stitches holding up, bitch?" Questioned the brunette as she sighed contentedly, squinting into the afternoon sun. She felt Addison shrug.
"Meh...ok." The girl paused. "Actually better than ok. They are pretty fuckin sweet as far as stitches go...little hobbit has herself some weird assed skills. But hey. I am not complainin"
Santana internally laughed at how Addison was crazily similar to Quinn and herself. "So...are you and Q ok now. No more punching?" Cautiously asked the latina .
"As long as she doesn't hurt you...we're cool."
Santana smiled. She was getting better, she had her best friend and Quinn had asked her on a date. Nothing could ruin this moment.
"Santana?"
The brunettes eyes shot open. That wasn't Addison's voice. That was the voice of a ghost.
Shielding her eyes from the sun she sat up.
Then all the air escaped her lungs.
"Brittany..."