Hey! This next chapter may trigger so be warned when reading.
It's time for me to hit the hay now, so this will be my last update (unless I have a nightmare! Lol.)
Hope you likey!
Daisy xx
"Yo bitches, I'm home!". Shouted Addison as she strode through the apartment doors. Santana had been released from hospital three days ago. Her recovery was going strong and everything seemed to be ok. Quinn had insisted on their previous arrangements of staying with her standing. After a lot of bickering between the blonde and the tattooed girl, it was agreed, yet again that they would stay with her indefinitely.
Turning into the kitchen to drop grocery bags on the counter, Addison noticed a very pissed off latina sat at the island waiting for her. The tattooed girl eyed her warily and set the bags down, then turning to face the seething girl, leaning her lower back against the counter. "Hey babe...where's Quinn?". She asked worriedly, this did not look good. Santana didn't speak. She instead, pushed two pieces of A4 paper across the island. Addison gulped audibly as she recognised them.
"I can't believe you!". Hissed the latina. "I can't fucking believe you!." she slammed her hand on the surface. "How stupid actually are you Addison.? Huh!?.". The smaller girl shook her head. "Do you have any idea how I would have felt if it was your heart beating in here!?". She pressed her left palm to her chest. "It's hard enough knowing a stranger had to die for me to live...but if it were you who died!?". A tear rolled down her cheek.
"I told Quinn.."
Santana cut the younger girl off. "This is not her fault. I was looking for paper to write a letter to the donors family. I found the letters. I got the information out of her.". The brunette paused. "She couldn't stop crying Addy..do you know how much you scared her? Britt too!".
The taller girl hung her head in shame. She didn't think it would upset the two blondes as much as it seemed to have, she didn't think Santana would ever find out. "Sorry.". She mumbled.
"I don't want you to be sorry Ad's...I want you to be ok.". The former cheerleader picked up the sheets in and waved them around. "This is you not being ok!...you..you were gonna..". She couldn't finish the sentence, a lump formed in her throat at the thought. "Where did you even get a gun!?". A subject change would help.
Addison shrugged. "I've had it since I was 16...I was gonna shoot...my...". Her eyes flicked to Santana's. She saw recognition flash in them, along with anger for a man the girl had never met.
"I want you to speak to someone...about what he did to you...You're not healing sweety."
Addison flinched at the term of endearment. Santana only used it in their most deep conversations. She knew she wasn't getting out of this one unscathed. "I speak to you. That's enough for me.".
Again the latina shook her head. "No babe. It's not.". She stood and walked over to her best friend, taking her hands in her own. "And Addy..you don't talk to me about him, you...you tell me little pieces, like how he made you feel, how you got a certain scar. You need to get all of it out. It'll help babe...".
Addison didn't want to lose her temper. She didn't want to upset her best friend. She didn't want to snatch her hands away. But she did. "No San..I'm not doing this!". She growled, stepping sideways and walking over to the fridge. After a moment of rummaging around she slammed the door and turned sharply, eyeing the latina suspiciously. Santana nodded, confirming her suspicions. "You got rid of the booze...BRA-FUCKIN-VO SAN!". She ended angrily.
"I'm worried about you Addy...you're all the family I have, everything that's happened these past few months..they've highlighted so many issues..I cannot lose you. I will not lose you.". She urged with conviction.
"And talking about my good old pops fucking me or beating the shit outta me every night for 4 years is gonna make it better!?" Spat the tattooed girl. Santana flinched at the images her mind produced at the blunt words from Addison's mouth. The taller girl noticed. "What's wrong Tana..am I talking too much now!?". The latina shook her head, she thought this would happen. The younger girl was going into defense mode. She opened her mouth to speak but Addison continued scathingly. "You want me to fuckin talk. I'll talk!.". A pause. "He first fucked me when I was thirteen. A year to the day my ma left...but you know that!". She laughed darkly. "When I was 15...he got me pregnant. It was my fault. I shoulda told him I'd started my periods." The taller girl shook her head. "That's what he told me anyway.". Her shoulders slumped. "He punched and kicked the fuck outta me till I passed out, I woke up in a hospital bed. Apparently I'd been hit by a car...the fucker dragged a breeze block over my body, scratching me...making it look like road rash...". A whimper came from Santana's mouth. "Every burn on my back...my arms..my legs...they're all from the cigarettes he smoked after he fucked me. 'A memory' he used to say.". Her knees weakened and she dropped to the floor.
Santana wanted to rush over to her. Help her. But the fiery look in her best friends eyes rooted her to the spot.
"I dropped out of school...nobody noticed. I didn't have any friends.". Tears streamed down the broken girls face. "I...there's so much Tana...there's too much, I can't talk about it all...FUCK...I can't remember it all!". Her voice rough and cracking, she looked up to the latina across the kitchen. "Don't you see Tana...there's too...there's too much in here." She hit her head with her fist repeatedly. "There's too fuckin much!.". She grabbed her hair with both hands. Her cast having been removed yesterday. And began pulling at it violently.
Santana's whole body and soul broke at the sight in front of her. Propelling forward the latina dropped to her knees, sobbing and pulled her sisters hands from her hair. "I know baby...oh God, I know..". She cried, fighting to keep hold of the stronger girls trembling hands. "It's gonna be ok though...its gonna be..". She sobbed managing to restrain the hysterical girl.
Addison gave up trying to fight, trying to hide, and wrapped her arms around the latina, burying her face in the tan girls chest. Santana wrapped her arms around the tattooed girls. "I've got you baby girl...I've got you." she cried, rocking the both of them back and forth slightly. "We'll get through this.". She promised pressing a kiss to mousey blonde hair. And she knew they would. They had to!
4 hours later.
Santana felt a soft finger run over her forehead. She smiled a little at the tickling sensation before sleepily blinking her eyes open. As they focused to the late evening light, Quinn's beautiful hazel eyes became clear. "Hey baby". Mumbled the latina, slowly pushing herself up and leaning back against the headboard of their bed. Her calm mood dissapateing as she noticed the cold, empty space beside her.
"She's gone for a run.". Soothed Quinn, placing a hand on the smaller girls arms. "She woke up about an hour ago and was pretty restless. Brittany went with her.".
Although things were still a little strained between Santana and the dancer, they had managed to patch things up and begin a tentative friendship. Brittany had approached her the day after she awoke after her transplant, like a blonde, dancing ninja whilst everyone had gone for food.
"knock knock". Called the blonde as she stood in the doorway to Santana 's room. The brunette looked up from the pamphlets on transplant aftercare she was reading, her lips thinning into a tight line and her eyes squinting. "I know you don't wanna see me...I know you hate me.". The dancers voice broke on the word 'hate'. "But I need to tell you how sorry I am. How much I hate myself. How stupid I was.". The latina didn't speak, didn't move, so Brittany walked further into the room. "when I transferred I was so scared...then I made the squad, and football players wanted me..and..ugh, it was all so knew. My school before...they bullied me, hated me, because of how stupid I was...that's why I transferred San, I couldn't handle it anymore.". The blonde took a breath then continued. "When Finn bet me to try and date you...I wanted to say no. I did! But I was scared S. I was so scared that if I didn't dk what he said, the bullying would start again. I would have died San...you have to believe me!". The dancer stepped up yo the latinas side. "I know it means nothing to you now...and..it..it didn't then. But I did fall in love with you Santana. You...you're just too amazing not to do so.". Santana shook her head slightly. "I'm sorry I fucked up so bad. I...I would do anything. Absolutely anything yo take it back! I...I just wanted to apologize..". The dancer smiled sadly and turned to walk away. Santana grasping her hand stopped her.
"Stay." Croaked the latina. Brittany wiped a tear that fell from her Crystal blue eyes and nodded.
"Britt said she'd keep an eye on her.". Added the blonde, snapping the brunette from her memory. "I wouldn't have woke you, but you need to take these.". She held out 5 different pills causing the brunette to grimace. "I know baby, but these .". She said, placing the anti rejection drugs into the girls hand. "Are gonna help keep you healthy.".
A smile spread across the latinas face. "You're too good, looking after me Q!". She swooned as the blonde passed her a glass of water. She downed the pills and took a swig of water to wash them down.
"My girl deserves looking after.". Smiled Quinn, her face freezing when she realised what she had just said.
"Does it still stand Q?.". Whispered Santana. The blonde looked at her puzzled. The brunette looked shyly at the glass in her hands. "You wanting me to be your girlfriend. Does it still stand?.".
"Of course San...I..I love you.". She looked deeply at the latinas face, as a small smile spread across the girls lips.
Santana turned to the blonde, eyes misty with tears. "Then it would be an honor Lucy Quinn Fabray, if I could be your girlfriend.".
Quinn's eyes teared up as she took the glass from her girlfriends hands and placed it on the nightstand. "The honor would be all mine Santana Marie Lopez.".
Both girls looked adoringly into each others eyes, leaning forward, lips connecting in a languid yet passionate kiss.
"Mmmm, as awesome as this is, I gotta pee!." mumbled the brunette into her girlfriends pink lips. She felt Quinn smile and against her own. "Sorry.". She said. Pressing a quick kiss to the blondes lips and crawling it of the bed, trotting to the ensuite. the blonde crawled up onto the bed, laying down contentedly. Santana's voice traveled from the en suite "Q, baby...how's about we, celebrate...being girlfriends.". She finished huskily, leaning on the door frame if the ajoined bathroom as she ended her suggestion.
Quinn propped herself up on her elbows and nodded frantically. "Baby..that's an amazing idea.". She smiled. Santana beamed back at her and made her way over to the bed, crawling up to Quinn seductively and straddling the slender girls hips.
She leaned down to place a kiss on her girlfriends lips when she froze. The voice of the one and only Rachel Berry ringing through the penthouse.
"Quinny...Santana...Addison!? The door was unlocked..I brought Italian!..and wine!.".
Santana dropped onto a giggling Quinn. "Fuckin cock block!" she groaned and blonde kissed her head sympathetically. Santana's stomach grumbled. "But damn...at least she brought food." Quinn laughed and with girls stood and walked towards their unexpected house guest.