Title: Lazareth – Part 3
Author: Stargirl888
Word Count: About 600
Spoilers: None
Pairing: Undecided
Rating: T for now
WARNINGS: Nothing in this chapter
Disclaimer: Not mine, never has been and unfortunately never will be :(
A/N: I don't really have anything to say here. Hope you enjoy :)
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Santana, it turns out, stayed in a flat about one and a half blocks further down the street. She led the way up through some uncared-for corridors and to a door on the second floor which had a small placard declaring it Flat 26 nailed about the door.
Unlocking the door, they were denied entry by a chain that kept the door from opening more than a few inches. Unconcerned though, Santana reached through the gap and around the doorframe to retrieve a longish, slightly bent and hooked piece of metal, pulling the door almost completely shut she threaded the metal through, deftly jimmying the chain loose.
They entered quietly and it was obvious Santana was trying not to make a noise and draw attention to them, which Quinn figured was natural, knowing how her parents would have reacted to her coming home at such a late hour, especially with an unknown girl in tow. They entered into an open plan kitchen area that met onto a corridor with doors to the other rooms of the house.
"Santana, that you?" If Santana was startled by the sudden shout from the lounge she didn't show it, just motioning with her hand behind her for Quinn to wait. She went through a doorway to where Quinn assumes was the sitting room, given the fluctuating light that issued from it, revealing the presence of a television.
There was the low murmur of voices, one raised slightly in protest before lowering again and Quinn edged closer to the door curiously. Peaking around she could see Santana trying to help an elderly man to his feet, murmuring quietly to him. Glancing up Santana met Quinns eyes briefly before focussing on helping the groggy man from room.
Stepping back Quinn let the pass, and the man didn't even notice her as they slowly made their way to the room at the end of the hall.
When Santana didn't immediately reappear Quinn took the opportunity to look around a bit. It was obvious that though the furnishing was inexpensive, they was well cared for, and the apartment had a neat and tidy kind of feel to it, which was a relief to Quinn who had been expecting much worse considering the building they were in.
Quinn was just starting to wonder what Santana was possibly still doing when the latina re-emerged from the room.
"My grandfather." She explained
Quinn was about to reply when Santana motioned to her to be quiet and gently opened another door. This room was dark inside and after looking in it for a moment, Santana shut the door and time turned her attention to Quinn.
"So it's not much, but you can take the couch for now." Santana offered, pulling a blanket and pillow out from behind it.
"You don't want to ask your parents first?" Quinn asked in surprise.
"I haven't seen my mom in over two years and my dad much longer than that, so if I were to see them I think I'd have much more pressing questions than if you can stay over."
"Oh, I..."
"Don't worry about it." Santana waved it off. "Right so I'm off to bed, I'll wake you up in time for school tomorrow."
The idea of school seemed so strange to Quinn right then, like it had been a lifetime ago that she had walked the halls of McKinley as the Head Cheerio and in a way it had been. The thought of going back tomorrow like nothing was different seemed ludicrous to her.
"I can't go back there." Quinn murmured.
Santana looked as though she wanted to argue before changing her mind. "We'll discuss it in the morning."
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AN: Reviews are always appreciated!