Hey! Gah, sorry about only one update yesterday. I took my friends horse out because she couldn't get to the stables and when I got back somebody asked me if I could take theirs out. That took four hours, then I had weight training at the gym...which I cannot skip. Needless to say I was knackered when I got in :D.
Today has been just as hectic. I've been shooting today and I'm totally pooped! Believe me, walking around stalking rabbits and foxes for 7 hours is tiring. Thankfully today is a rest day for training though. Lol!
I hope this chapter is ok. My eyes kept closing as I was writing! :0 Hope you enjoy! I'm gonna take a nap, then hopeful get part two up.
Muchos love to you awesome peoples!
Daisy x
A lazy smile spread across Quinn's lips as she slowly awoke from her slumber. The memories of Santana and their passionate night colouring her mind and causing a heat to settle between her legs. The blonde shifted slightly as she opened her eyes, only to realise a weight pressing on her body. Looking down she saw a mess of dark hair covering her chest, causing her smile to widen.
Gently she began smoothing the latinas hair back, uncovering her sleeping face. Quinn spent a few moments watching the girls lips twitch into a small smile in her sleep before running her eyes lower. Santana was almost on top of her. The latinas right arm wrapped tightly around the blondes waist, her tan legs tangled with smooth pale ones.
"Creeper.". Mumbled the latina, shocking Quinn. Her hazel eyes traveled back up the smaller girls body until she met amused yet sleepy chocolate ones. "how long have you been perving.". Joked Santana as she sat up a little, supporting her head with her left hand.
Quinn shrugged. "depends...How long have you been awake?."
Santana giggled and Quinn swore she would do her best to make sure she heard that sound every day. "Touche Fabray." .
Smiling , Quinn reached up and placed her hand on the back of the brunettes neck, pulling her down into a soft yet passionate kiss. The latina humming in approval. After several more kisses, the girls finally parted. Eyes dark with lust and kiss swollen lips.
Santana snuggled back into the blonde. "I could get used to this.". She smiled, eyes closed.
Quinn turned onto her side, leaning her forehead against Santana's and looking deeply into her eyes. "I hope you do San...I do't think I could go back to not having you in my life...in my bed, my arms, my future.". She whispered the words softly as she stroked the latina's dark hair behind her ear.
Santana smiled sadly. "I...I'll be here, in your life for as long as I can Quinn.". She saw hazel eyes sadden as the blonde realised what she was saying.
"You're strong S. You can fight this and win. I know it.". Urged the Yale graduate. Santana pulled away and sat up, she was becoming frustrated.
"Please Quinn...can we not get into this? Let's just get up, eat breakfast and veg for a while.". The latina then shuddered. "at least until hummelberry come ruin our day, with their sqwaking and prancing.".
Quinn wanted to push the issue, she really did. She wanted to plan for different outcomes, make strategies, bucket lists...even maybe wedding plans. She knew it was fast, possibly stupid. But time was limited right now. Santana could have a month, she could have a year. But unless a new heart became available, she didn't have forever. And Quinn needed to fit forever into 'just now'. She was scared the latina would distract her from doing that...but today was their first day waking up together in over 6 years. So she let it slide. Instead, settling on making a little jump forward. "Bemygirlfriend.". It just came out. She was honestly only thinking of asking but it just came out. Gah , word vomit!
Santana sat stunned. Did she just..."Q...what did you ju..".
"Santana Lopez. Will you please be my girlfriend.". Requested the blonde, a little more tactfully this time. The smile she had on her face began to fade as she saw the latinas hesitation. She opened her mouth to speak, but a crash from the hallway cut her off, followed by the door slamming and some very distinct curse words flowing from a voice she knew well.
Santana was up before Quinn even blinked. The latina taking a pair of boy shorts from Quinn's drawer and pulling them on. All she could do is watch as the latina gently kissed her on the forehead and hurriedly walked towards the noise.
"Quinn...I need help!" came the brunettes urgent voice moments later. The blonde kicking into action, pulling on a similar outfit to her maybe girlfriend's. Jogging up the hall she was shocked at the sight.
Half sat up against the wall was a very bruised and bloody Addison. Santana was trying to grab a bottle of tequilla from the girls grasp, but every time she tried, the tattooed girl kicked out.
She could see the worried look in the latinas eyes as she crouched on the balls of her feet, in front of the intoxicated girl.
"You went back there didn't you!?." she seethed. Addison just shrugged.
"I can't believe you Addy...I..you promised!". The tan girl shook her head sadly. "I thought we were over this Ad's...I thought, I thought you were dealing with things better, controlling yourself better.". The sadness in the latinas eyes began turning into fire as her voice got louder. " you can't keep fighting every time you get angry, every time something goes wrong...DAMN IT ADDISON!.".
Quinn looked on, clueless as to what was going on. Addison was fine when she had suggested romancing Santana yesterday. She was happy even! But here she was, slowly stumbling to her feet and finishing what was left of the tequilla before passing the empty bottle to her friend. The blonde was truly lost for words.
"Whatevvver Sssan..It's done nnnow. Deal with it!". Smirked the taller girl.
Wrong move.
Santana dropped the bottle and pushed the girl against the wall, her left fist gripping the bloodied tank top of the taller girl. "WHATEVER!WHATEVER ADDISON!.". The latina dropped her hand and stepped back, angrily wiping a tear away. "I can't keep watching you do..". She gestured loosely at the mousey blondes body. "This.". Sighing the former cheerio continued. "Do you know how scared I am of what's gonna happen to you when I'm gone?."
"DON'T!...just do...don't Tannna!" pleaded the taller girl. Santana just shook her head sadly.
"I can't keep watching you do this to yourself...it's killing me Addison!". Another fat tear rolled down her cheek. She didn't bother to wipe this one. She knew there would be more.
Addison looked at the floor, her voice quiet as she spoke. "The p..pain won't sstop..It hurts where I can't touch it, where i can't hollld it.". Her glassy eyes raised to meet equally misty brown. "Iff you go...I..I have nobody S...and then the pain will be wwworse..deeper..I need yyou to be ok.". Slowly she slid down the cream wall, hitting the ground with a thud. "You're gonna leave me, jjj..just like my ma..and then all I'm gonna have lefft is memories...but the bad onnnes, his..the memories of himm..their, they'll make my memories of you disa...dis..disappear...and you won't be there to make the bad ones not realll...they're real San...b..but you mmake it better, without you it's...it's jussst me and him.".
Then it clicked for Santana. How could she forget!? Yesterday, it was the anniversary of the first time Addison's father..."Oh God...babe, I..I forgot." cried the latina as she dropped to her knees and gently wrapped her arms around her best friend.
Quinn's eyes stung with tears. She had no idea what was going on, but the pain coming off the girls in front of her was palpable. She felt like an intruder. So she turned into the bathroom and began running a hot bath for Addison to wash her wounds in.
3 hours later.
Quinn opened the penthouse door to reveal a nervous looking Kurt and a predictably smiling Rachel. "Even when planned, you show up at the worst times.". The blonde lamely joked as she stood aside to let them in. Kurt looked at her to elaborate, so she did. "Santan's best friend...she got into some trouble last night. She's...she's talking to her right now." The hazel eyed girl walked to the kitchen, flanked by her old high school friends and began preparing tea. Santana wasn't talking to Addison, she was watching her sleep. Afraid the younger girl would have sleep terrors. The latina had explained it was a painful anniversary for the mousey blonde who was now passed out in the guest room. She explained to the blonde that this was the worst time of year for them, that she had to be there for her friend, for her sister.
"I understand. I assume this is the colorful girl whom I performed minor surgery on?" Questioned the diva who was now seated on a stool at the kitchen island.
"Id hardly call stitches surgery Rachel.". Mumbled Quinn as she carried two cups of camomile tea to her guests.
"colorful girl? What colorful girl?." Questioned Kurt, Rachel swivelled in her seat to face him. Delight in her eyes.
"She's called Addison. She's tall, athletic, has tattooes over her arms. She has a broken hand and she completely annihilated..."
"My bother.". Kurt cut in.
"Kurt, please..I explained the situation over the phone that day. She really is in no state for lectures and such.". Urged Quinn. The boy nodded.
"I was just putting the facts together Quinn...is she alright?". He asked, a note of genuine concern ringing through his voice.
Quinn shrugged. And that's the moment Santana chose to enter the kitchen.
All three occupants took note of her slumped shoulders and red eyes, but stayed quiet. Quinn smiled and wrapped her arms around the shorter girl as she basically dropped sideways into her lap. "I love you.". Stated the blonde quietly into dark hair as she lay a kiss to the shell of the latina s ear.
Santana nodded. "I love you too Lucy Q.". She whispered. The brunette then turned in the blondes lap, her tan hands finding pale ones that were wrapped around her waist and laced over her belly.
With a deep breath she looked at Rachel and Kurt, then spoke. "Dwarf. Porcelain." she paused a moment before continuing. "As you can see, shit is pretty strained. My home girl is in that room crying herself to sleep right now and I'm out here. I'm sure you both have enough brain cells between your melodramatic heads to realise keeping me it here longer than necessary will most likely result in you're evisiration. So. Please do us all a favor and get whatever it is you need to say off your little pigeon chests so I can get back to her.".
Both former NYADA students tried their best not to look offended. Santana had a right to be upset, and she was worried about her friend. They let the hissing tone of the latina slide and began.
Kurt spoke first. "Quite simply Santana, I'm sorry.". He looked at his hands nervously before continuing. "We were friends..we lived under the same roof...I should have known better. But seeing Britt in such a state, then the fact you didn't even come home, speak to me...anything. It just, I thought what she said was true...it seemed as though you wanted away from everyone. Like you wanted to disappear...I'm sorry I assumed. I'm sorry I didn't look for you or chase you...I'm sorry I gave up Santana...I was a terrible friend.". His eyes found his hands again as they became moist with tears.
Rachel took his hand in hers and carried on for the both of them. "We will do anything to win your trust back Santana.". The latina scoffed but remained silent. "I know we all hurt you, and I hate that we did. Senior year was the best in my life. We were a family Santana. I want...we want to try and get a little of that back. Please, coukd you be gracious enough to grant us that chance?.".
Rachel and kurts hopeful eyes locked onto to the latinas. As she breathed in, taking in their words, a pain shot through Santana's chest and down, through her shoulder blades. Her body tensed as a gasp escaped her mouth. She felt Quinn stand from under her, she heard her voice worriedly call her name, then everything went black.