Still standing in the same place, I turn to look at the now shut entry ramp and then back at Quinn slung out in the co-pilot chair. I clear my throat to try to get her attention.
No response. I put my hands on my hips and give her a pointed look before taking a deep breath.
"Umm, hellooo?" Quinn raises her head slightly to look at me. "Is no one going to explain what the fuck just happened?" I gesture around wildly.
Quinn rolls her eyes and lets out a huff of air. "Never can be patient, can you, Santana?" She slowly starts to sit up and face me.
"No…not when I just witnessed…" I can't think of any words that can actually describe what just happened, "what I just witnessed…" I squint my eyes in confusion, really trying to figure out what just happened.
"Look, we rescued you, alright? Be grateful."
"Rescued me from what?!" I ask dramatically. "God, I'm so confused on what's all gone down in the past…" I check my wrist, huffing when I realize I don't wear a watch. "Day, at least!"
"I can explain later, but you're gonna have to chill until we get to the headquarters. You're too wound up to actually comprehend what's going on, and it's not gonna calm you when you find out."
I furrow my brows. Ugh, why can't she just tell me?
"We'll be there in," Quinn turns around to look at the navigation system set in the front of the plane, "24 minutes. Can you just sit down and relax until then?"
She's looking at me expectantly. Not wanting to argue, I groan and roll my eyes before making my way to one of the chairs lined up on the wall. I cross my arms and look down at my lap, pouting, which only earns a chuckle from Quinn.
Exactly 24 minutes later, the man in the pilot seat safely lands the plane. It's actually the first time I'm noticing him. He's got glasses and a hairstyle similar to Bieber's but it's not quite long enough.
"Thanks, Artie," Quinn says with a sweet smile as she stands and puts a hand on his shoulder that lingers just a little too long.
I cock my head to the side and narrow my eyes. Okay, there's definitely something going on there.
"Follow me," Quinn said as she breezed past me and exited the plane.
I turn to look at Artie to see if he's coming along but am taken aback when I see him press a button that allows wheels to come out of the floor and raise up to the chair. I hear metal whirring and clanking and a few seconds later, there's a full wheelchair assembled.
"Santana!" I hear my name being called. I turn around to see Quinn standing on the ground below me with her arms crossed.
Right. I nod my head and jog toward her.
When I reach her, she doesn't say anything and turns to start walking forward. I walk behind her and take in my surroundings. It seems we're on a roof right now, on a building isolated in the middle of nowhere.
I don't see any trees or anything else in sight for miles. The building we're on top of doesn't seem to be too tall, maybe one or two stories at most. However, what it doesn't reach in height, it sure makes up for in width. It's huge!
As I look up at the blue clear sky, I notice a small ripple. Huh, that looks familiar.
Quinn leads us to a large door on the other side of the roof we're on. It seems to be a landing pad rather than a regular roof, and looking around at the rest of the building, there are multiple other ones scattered around.
Quinn holds a hand up to a sensor, which lights green after scanning her handprint.
Does everyone use these hand-scanny thingies nowadays?
We hear a loud clank as the door unlocks, allowing Quinn to open it and lead us inside.
Immediately, we're met with a staircase leading downwards. With each step we take, I can hear faint voices and clatter growing louder and louder.
"Quinn?" I whisper. Once again I get no response and roll my eyes. "Quinn?" I say a little bit louder.
She turns to look at me but by the time I get her attention, we're already standing on solid ground with multiple pairs of eyes on us.
"Everyone, this is Santana." Quinn motions her hand in my direction. "Santana, this is our squad."
I look around sheepishly and raise my hand slightly, giving a small wave. I get a few nods and waves in return.
"Continuing…" Quinn says as she grabs my wrist and pulls me to the left and continues walking.
"Where are we going exactly?"
"You'll see."
Ugh, why does she have to be so vague?! I would blame it on this spy rescue thing she seems to be a part of, but when I think about it, she's always been this way.
We continue walking for a few more seconds before she comes to a stop outside of a wooden door. She knocks twice and then enters. Inside is the absolute last thing I expected to see.
Okay, how many people from my day to day life am I going to see here today?
Mike stands up from a rolling desk chair and rushes over to give me a hug.
"Oh, thank god you're okay," He says into my neck. I don't hug him back, so I just stand there with my arms clamped to my sides.
When he pulls back, he gives me a bright smile. I narrow my eyes.
"What?" He asks.
My eyes widen in shock and anger. "What?! You're seriously asking me what?! Mike, do you have any idea what I've been through in the past 24 hours?"
He looks down and slowly nods.
"You do?" I cross my arms. "So do you mind telling me what's going on, because I seem to be the only one in the dark about it, yet I'm the only one that it's directly happening to!"
He takes a deep breath and motions to his desk chair.
"Take a seat, Santana. Quinn and I'll explain everything the best we can." He closes the door and pulls up two chairs for him and Quinn.
I move to take a seat in the desk chair with Quinn and Mike facing me. They share a look and Quinn nods her head to him. He leans forward.
"Alright. You remember the incident, right? The one with the forcefield."
I nod my head with a look that says "duh" on my face.
"Okay, well…when you got trapped in the forcefield as it closed and the energy pushed through you, I guess it somehow forced some of its…properties to you as well."
I furrow my brows. "Properties…what do you mean properties?"
"It…it sort of gave you some of its powers."
"I'm still confused. Obviously it gave me some of its power…it fucking electrocuted me."
He shakes his head. "No, that's not what I'm saying." He looks over to Quinn, like he's asking for help, but she raises her hands up.
"This is your department, not mine."
He took a deep breath before continuing. "Okay, look at it this way. You know how the forecfield has the ability to attract metal, like a magnet?"
I nod my head.
"Well, when you got trapped in it's waves, it transferred some of that ability to you. Do you see where I'm going with this?"
I nod my head and can feel my breathing getting shallow. I perfectly understand what he's saying now. It explains everything. The utensils in the kitchen, the fork in the restaurant, the ropes in Rory's basement. I close my eyes tightly.
"Santana?" I hear him call my name, but it sounds like he's in a tunnel. "Santana, I'm gonna need you to calm down."
That pushes me over the edge. My eyes shoot open.
"Calm down?! You want me to calm down?!" I stand up from the chair, towering over him. "How do you expect me to calm down when this is my reality, Mike? I'm not normal anymore, and I'll never be normal again! This is all YOUR fault!" I point a finger at him.
I notice fear set in Mike's eyes, but I figure it's just from my yelling. He could never stand it when someone was mad at him.
"Do you even know how long I've been gone for? Did you even care? Did you think about what this is doing to Tina? To Kurt? Mercedes? Even to Brittany?"
Just saying her name caused me to call down a smidge, enough to take a deep breath and control my rage. I don't ever want to hurt my family, but god it's difficult not to slap him straight across the face right now.
It's at that point that Quinn jumps up and holds her arm out in midair. The fuck is she doing? I look over at her in confusion and notice that she's glaring at me.
I follow the path of her arm and see a long constructed metal bat in her hand, along with Mike's desktop monitor disassembled into pieces on the desk.
Holy shit! Where did that come from?
Effectively startled out of my furious state, I look over to Mike with confusion evident on my face. He slowly stands up.
"That's what I'm talking about," He motions to the metal bat before giving a look of sympathy. I hate that. "I didn't mean for this to happen, Santana. I really didn't. But it did, and there's nothing we can do to go back and change it."
I take a deep breath and sit back down in the desk chair. Quinn lowers her arm and the metal falls to the ground with a loud clank. I feel completely hopeless and defeated. How am I supposed to go on from here?
"What the fuck are you doing here anyways?" I ask, but there's not as much bite in my tone as I'd have liked. I just sounded like a kicked puppy instead.
Mike sits back down, followed by Quinn.
"Remember the article posted about my forcefield? The one that said it was going to be used for 'military purposes'?" He uses air quotes around the two words.
I nod my head, remembering the conversation I had with Tina that morning.
"Well, it all stemmed from this. Someone somehow got into my database and found out that I was giving use of the forcefield to an outside party. I told them it was the military so there'd be no backlash about it. Everything the military does is secret, not even the military knows what all its branches are doing, so it was the safest play to get everyone off my scent."
"Okay, so you didn't give your forcefield to the military?" He shook his head. "So, who was the other party you were giving it to?"
He smiled a little. "I gave it to The Shadow League. I've been working with them for years, and this was the new development."
"The Shadow League?" I raised an eyebrow. "Who the hell is that?"
He waves his hand around, gesturing to the space around him.
"The Shadow League is a secret underground organization of supers, working hard to keep the world a safer place. They fight against enemies that know one knows about. Against some stuff that people don't even believe exists - only in movies or comics."
I take a moment to let it all sink in.
"Okay. So where did that Rory guy fall into line? Is he one of your…enemies or something?"
"That's one way to put it," Mike nods his head and looks to Quinn who has an irritated look on her face. "But I think we can get into all the logistics of stuff later. You should probably head up to your room for now…training will start tomorrow."
"Woah woah woah, hold it there Boy Chang," I raised my hand up at him. "Training? What training? And is there an option to skip, because I really just want to go home."
He gave me a knowing look of sympathy. Still hated it, but he knew what I was going through, and he definitely knew what everyone was going through at home.
"Mike, you have to let me go…Tina's probably worried sick."
"She is," Mike said with a nod.
Geez man, way to make me feel better.
"But I can't let you leave yet. Not until you have control over your powers."
He has a point…even I can recognize that. I unknowingly created a metal weapon to hit him with when he pissed me off, so who knows what I'll do when I find out Kurt inevitably goes running back to Blaine. I may be a bitch with a bad temper, but I don't want to cause physical harm to anyone who doesn't really deserve it.
"Fine…but can you at least tell Tina where I am?" I ask, hopefulness present in my voice.
He frowns and shakes his head. "I'm sorry, Santana. She can't know."
"Why? Doesn't she know that you're here?"
He shakes his head again. "No, she thinks I'm at my regular workplace. She doesn't know about this. No one can know about this." He said the last sentence firmly.
I furrow my brows.
"I told you, this is a top secret organization. Only people with certain…gifts…can know or be a part. No regular civilians can ever know about this."
I scrunch my nose in confusion and gesture over to Quinn.
"Uh, she's here…and she's a regular civilian."
Quinn stays seated but simply flicks her wrist with her pointer finger sticking out. A pen from Mike's desk goes flying across the room at the same time.
My eyes widen in realization. I turn to look at her with disbelief on my face.
"Did that just now click in your brain?" She asks with her eyes squinted, shaking her head. "How else do you think I'm here…and rescued you?"
Well, now I feel upset and stupid.
"C-can you just show me to my room? I just wanna go to sleep."
Mike nods as he and Quinn stand up. He pushes the two chairs back against the wall and opens the door for Quinn and I.
"Come on," Quinn grabbed my wrist as I slowly stood up.
We take a left out of Mike's office and turn down another staircase leading downwards. Our footsteps seem to echo in the stairwell, adding that much more dramatic effect to the news I just heard.
After we descend the stairs, we pass by what looks like a kitchen and living room and turn down one of three hallways next to them.
"You're staying across the hall from me, so if you need anything, you'll know where to find me."
We come to stop in between two doors. Quinn motions to a door to the left and opens it up, allowing me to step inside.
The room looks like an average hotel room. When you first walk in, there's a living area with a small loveseat and armchair with a coffee table in front and a TV across the walkway. To the left is a bathroom with a walk in shower and massive sink, and straight ahead is a large king sized bed with white sheets and throw pillows, with a closet around the corner on the left wall.
"You can change the sheets if you want. I know they look really boring right now, but I have a few sets that I've bought that are in my closet."
I nod my head and look to her with a smile.
"Thanks, but I think I'm good for now. No offense, but I hope I won't be here for too long."
Quinn raises an eyebrow in confusion.
"Well, you may not be staying here, but you're a member of The Shadow League now…whether you like it or not." She shrugs her shoulders. "Don't worry, there's not a lot that happens, we're mainly just on call most of the time. The pay's not too bad either."
"Do you stay here?" She nods her head and I squint at her in confusion. "That doesn't make sense though…I've stayed over at your apartment."
Her face lights up in recognition.
"Yeah, I have an apartment in the city, but I mainly stay here. Sometimes it gets too loud over there."
"And where exactly is here?" I walk further into the room, looking around at the decorations.
"We're just outside of Lima."
I couldn't help but let out a sigh of relief. I was really hoping we wouldn't be somewhere far away. But it makes sense that we're close to Lima, speaking as Quinn and Mike are here.
"Alright, well I'll leave you be to rest for a while. Dinner's at 6…just come to the kitchen and living room we passed on the way here."
I nod my head and give a grateful smile. She gives me a soft smile and a little wave before stepping out of the room, closing the door behind her.
I flop onto the bed and let out a sigh. Now that I was alone, I started thinking about how bizarre my life had turned to be. This definitely wasn't what I envisioned my future to look like.
/
When 6 o'clock rolls around, I force myself to sit up and get freshened up for dinner. It's my first time being around the people that actually live here, and I don't want to look like a total mess.
There's a knock on my door a few minutes later as I'm detangling my hair.
"Coming!" I yell.
A few seconds later, there's another knock on the door.
"Hold on, I'm coming!" Another knock.
I hurry my way towards the door and open it, comb still in hand.
"Geez, give me a goddamn second, would you?" I ask as I open the door.
Quinn's standing on the other side, smirk in place. Go fucking figure.
"You're a bitch," I roll my eyes and close the door in her face. She opens it and walks into the room.
"Chill, moody. I just figured we could walk to dinner together." She plops down on my bed like a starfish and lets out a loud sigh.
I put the comb back on my bathroom vanity, ready to go, and walk over to Quinn and kick her leg.
"Ow!" She yells as she sits up and grabs her shin.
"That's what happens when ya plop on my bed, loafer," I look at her pointedly as she grumbles and sits up.
"Well, I never know how long you're gonna take to get ready, so I figured I could probably get a little nap in since I've had such an exhausting day." She gave me a sarcastic smile.
I roll my eyes and walk past her, heading for the door. I can hear her footsteps behind me, so I open the door and quickly walk through first, cutting her off. As I turn to see her reaction, I stick my tongue out at her.
"Mature, Lopez…very mature."
Our walk to the kitchen is silent but comfortable. I didn't know the exact way to the kitchen, but this place wasn't nearly as confusing as the last one, so I could've found my way eventually. I'm still glad Quinn's here with me though.
While I may have not known Quinn for very long, I can easily say she's turning out to be one of my close friends. She's met Tina a couple times, but it'd be cool to invite her to one of our weekly group hangouts. She and Brittany are really shaping up to be a good addition to a short list of important people in my life.
"Is Mike still here?" I ask as we walk.
"No, he went home about half an hour ago. He usually leaves before dinner so he can get back home…back to his usual life."
I noticed she said the last part kinda sad. I don't wanna push, but I can't help but feel extremely curious as to what that's about.
"Makes sense. He has dinner with Tina and I some days." I look down at the floor. "Especially when she's worried or anxious about something."
Quinn stops walking and turns to me. "Hey, don't beat yourself up, okay. No one could've predicted any of this happening to you, so don't take it too hard."
"I just feel bad about what she's going through. And not only her…even Kurt and Mercedes - and Brittany."
I know that none of this was necessarily in my control, but I still feel guilty about it. Everyone's probably at home thinking I died or something horrible happened, when really I'm alive and well.
Physically, not mentally.
"I get it," Quinn nods with a small smile. "Like I've said before…not my first time."
With that, she turns back forward and continues walking. I stay back for a second and watch her back, even more curious as to what's going on.
Oh, well. I'll get it from her eventually.
I catch up to her right as she's about to enter the threshold to the kitchen. I'm instantly hit with the loud noise of chatter and utensils being moved.
The first thing I notice when I walk in is the abundance of food sitting on the long island. There's trays and trays of what looks like some type of casserole with many people gathered around in a line to get a scoop - or four?
I follow Quinn to the back of the line and she hands me a plate and fork.
"Q…what is this?" I nod my head to the endless amount of food on the table.
Quinn looks over her shoulder to the fridge and squints a little.
"Chicken and rice casserole," She reads off a sheet of paper hanging on the fridge.
"It must be a pretty big hit," I say as I watch one guy in particular carry two plates filled with the dish.
"It's one of my favorites," She raises her eyebrows in excitement before directing her attention to my line of sight and chuckling. "But if you're referring to the amount of food on some people's plates, it's because we're supers."
I look at her with a confused expression.
"We're supers…we have powers," She nods her head slowly. "Some of them have a bigger appetite than others because of their power and build. It also depends on how much energy you burn throughout the day." We move forward in the line.
"So like, that guy over there," She points to the bulky guy with two plates. "That's Goliath, real name David, ironically, and his power is super strength and durability. He's the strongest one here and doesn't take hits like most. You can shoot at him with a machine gun and not a single bullet will pierce his skin."
"How do you kill him then?" I ask before realizing what was coming out of my mouth. My eyes went wide as I noticed a couple people in front of us turned to look at us with questioning gazes.
I look over to Quinn, who has an eyebrow raised and unbelieving look on her face.
"Sorry," I say as I shrug my shoulders.
She lets out a sigh as she continues. "To answer your question, you can't hurt him like that. You have to have a sharp sword or knife to penetrate his skin…you can't just hurt him with dull things like a bullet, even if it's going at hundreds of miles per hour."
"Gotcha. So he needs more food than someone like you would based on what his power needs to be able to sustain?"
"Yup," Quinn nods as she reaches for the scoop to put some casserole on her plate. I notice she only gets one scoop before handing it over to me. I just get one scoop as well. "You might wanna get two, Santana." She snatches it from me and puts another scoop on top.
"Um, but I'm not that hungry." I try to argue and take the scoop back to rake some back in the tray.
"Maybe not right now, but you need all the strength you can get for tomorrow. Trust me," She gives me a pointed look and gets out of line to walk over to the refrigerator as I follow closely behind.
She opens the door and gets a water bottle out to hand to me before reaching back in to grab another for herself.
"We can go back to our rooms to eat…the living room's always too crowded anyways."
I just nod and follow her back to our rooms, surprised with myself that I actually remembered the way back.
"Yours or mine?" She asks when we arrive outside the doors of both our rooms.
I shrugged. "Well, we've already been in mine, so we could go in yours if you want."
She nods her head and opens her door, holding it so I can walk in first. As soon as I walk in, I'm hit with the scent of something floral yet sweet. Her room is definitely more decorated than mine. Makes sense, since she actually lives here…for the most part.
Her couch has purple and grey throw pillows on it, along with a purple blanket draped over the back. The coffee table has a candle and a few coasters stacked on top of one another. She has a small book table and lamp in the corner between her loveseat and armchair. Her bathroom has grey towels all stacked in a brown shelf hanging on the wall, along with scented soap on the vanity next to hair products. Her bed has a grey comforter with white and purple pillows stacked neatly, and a single stuffed animal in the middle.
"Damn, can we switch rooms?" I ask with a chuckle as I look around.
"Don't worry, yours will get to this point eventually. Don't rush it though…you'll just get so bored of the same old setup that you'll start changing the color scheme every month." She closes the door and puts her plate on the coffee table.
I walk over to the loveseat and sit down, placing my water on the table…on a coaster, of course. She sits down next to me and hands me the tv remote.
"In case you wanted to put anything on," She says with a shrug of her shoulders.
"Thanks," I take the remote from her and set it next to me on the couch. "I don't really watch tv when I eat though…it always makes me eat slower and my food winds up cold before I finish it."
Quinn laughs and shakes her head, reaching for her water bottle to take a sip.
It stays quiet as we start eating, but the few questions from earlier keep nagging at me.
"Can I ask you a question?" I ask, figuring now was the best time since we were alone.
"Shoot," She says as she turns to face me.
"Okay, and you don't have to answer this if you don't want to, but if you don't I'm just going to keep annoying you about it," I joke. She raises an eyebrow and cocks her head to the side. "How did you wind up like this?"
"Like what?" She takes a bite of her food.
"Like this…here," I look around at my surroundings. "How did you wind up where you are now?" She set her plate down on the coffee table. "I'm just curious as to how you got powers…and what your powers even are." I shrug my shoulders.
She looks me in the eye for moment before taking a deep breath in and out.
"It's a long story…" She starts as she looks down at her hands, which I notice are wringing together. Since the first time I've met her, she looks genuinely nervous.
"Remember, I said you don't have to share…and I meant that. But I'm also your friend, so I'm here to listen if you ever want to talk." I pretty much expect her to drop the subject, so I take the final bite of my food and set my plate on the table.
I pick up my water bottle and take a swig before reaching for the tv remote.
"When I was little…like 6 years old…"Quinn starts. I slowly place the tv remote down and turn to face her. She's still looking down at her lap.
She goes silent for a little while, but eventually looks back up at me and continues.
"When I was around 6 years old…at least I think I was 6…my parents are I were on our way to my grandmother's house to celebrate her birthday for the weekend. We packed our bags and hit the road early on a Friday morning since we had a few hour drive ahead of us. I was excited because I got to miss school that day," She smiled softly at the memory. "But on the way there, some drunk idiot t-boned us, on my side, and caused the car to flip 8 times. Both my parents were pronounced dead at the scene. I remember waking up for a moment and seeing them in the front seats, lifeless, before I blacked out completely. I woke up a little after 2 weeks later from a coma, and I could immediately tell something wasn't right. Everything felt different than it had before…almost like everything was hyperfocused."
She pauses to look down again. I honestly feel horrible for bringing this up…who new an origin story could be so sad? Wait…thinking back to a lot of the fictional superheroes I grew up reading, most of their origin stories were sad. Damn it, Santana!
"Anyways," She looks back up. "I got discharged a few days later and went home with my grandma. However, I was still really pissed and upset about the whole situation, so I would have random outbursts throughout the day. I made sure to go in my room when I felt them, though, because I knew my grandma was dealing with her own shit. Eventually, the severity of the outbursts would start to die down, but I noticed that when they happened, stuff around me would move. One time I was crying and a picture frame flew off the dresser and shattered, and I was sitting on the bed so it was nowhere near me. It really freaked me out," She added with a chuckle.
"I got better at handling my emotions eventually and the whole moving things around thing only happened when I got really upset. About a year later, I was walking home from school and this guy approached me. He told me to come with him immediately, and naturally I said no. Turns out being a skinny 7 year old doesn't come in a lot of good when you're trying to fight back against a man 4 times your size, who's carrying you to a large grey and green colored van."
My eyes widen. Could it be the same guy?
"I know what you're thinking…and yeah, same guy. Anyways, they didn't torture me or anything like I'd expected, but were actually super nice and comforting, which I found odd. When he brought me back to the compound, he had his doctors do scans on my brain, trying to figure out exactly what happened to me and why I turned out the way I was. How he even knew that something was different was something I could never comprehend…still, to this day, don't know how he knew."
I thought back to my experience with Rory, and I never found out how he knew about my thing either. It was never in public, that anyone noticed, and I barely even knew what was going on with myself. Strange.
"But he ordered multiple scans and tests to be done, and when the results came back it said that there had been significant damage to my brain. But instead of it having a negative impact, it was the opposite…the damage unlocked some type of hidden potential within, which caused me to gain the power I have now. But it also hindered my level for empathy, which was perfect in his eyes. A little girl who had powers and a low level of empathy."
She choked on the last word and looked back down to her lap in shame, wringing her fingers together again. I didn't know what else to do, so I reached forward and grabbed her water and offered it to her. She took it with a grateful smile and took a sip.
"After that, he trained me and trained me until I was one of the best and most dangerous solders he had. It took years, but when he finished, I was only 12. He used me on many missions and…assassinations. I was his number one soldier, always by his side when he needed something taken care of. I became this person that I don't even recognize. I was hurting innocent people and thought it was an okay thing to do. It's like he brainwashed me. One day, when I was 15, I was on a mission in Winnepeg and was incapacitated and captured by The Shadow League. As far as Rory knew, The Shadow League didn't exist…he had no clue about them. After that, everything was kinda of a blur. They kept me held in a white room for about a week, until I was calm and stable enough to come out. When they let me out, it was to visit the leaders of The Shadow League, and they explained anything and everything to me. All I had to do was ask and they would happily answer, even if it was hard for me to hear."
"And you've been here ever since?" I ask.
She nods her head. "I realized that Rory's intentions weren't good, despite what he made me believe, and joined this side as soon as I could. It took a while to earn everyone's trust due to the horrific things I did when I was with Rory," She shut her eyes tightly. "But everything worked out eventually."
I stay silent for a moment, honestly not knowing what to say to that.
"I never would've guessed that you had to go through something like that. And I'm so sorry that you did."
She just shrugged her shoulders in response. "It is what it is, right? Most important thing now is that I'm on the good side of things."
"What about your grandma?"
Quinn visibly swallowed. "Never saw her again." She said, voice cracking a little. "She passed away shortly after I was captured by Rory…doctors said it was a heart attack."
"God, I'm so sorry…I didn't mean to dredge up your past like this. I'm sure it took a lot of work to get past."
"No, it's okay. I know we're somewhat bitches to each other, but I do trust you. And I know you're in a tough spot right now, so I know it'll help to have someone who's been through something similar."
"I appreciate that. But I haven't been through anything that even comes close to what you had to go through. It means a lot that you'd tell me, though."
She gave me a soft smile and looked unsure of something. Before I could ask what it was, she moved to wrap her arms around my neck in a hug. I put my arms around her back, returning the embrace, and we stayed like that for a few moments.
"I know you just shared a lot," I start as I pull away. "But I still have one more question."
She looked at me expectantly.
"What exactly is your power?"
"Oh…telekinesis mainly."
"Mainly?"
"Yeah…I'm also indestructible, so you can't rlly hurt me. I guess that makes me powerful or something," She chuckles and looks at the coffee table sheepishly.
"That's really cool…way better than my power," I add with a laugh.
"You don't even know what your power is yet."
"I move metal," I deadpan. "That seems to be it."
"You never know…you jumped pretty high when we got on the plane earlier today."
I shrug my shoulders.
"You'll find out tomorrow, anyways."
I close my eyes and let out a groan. Ugh, I completely forgot about that for a little. I don't know if I really wanna go through with it.
"I don't have a choice, do I?" I wince.
"Unfortunately not," Quinn replies and puts a hand on my shoulder. "You'll be fine though…I got through it."
I stared at her in disbelief. "You were already a trained super soldier at that point!"
She grimaces as she realizes what I said was true.
"Yikes…you might be screwed then."
"Oh, fuck off, Fabray." I stand from the couch and take our plates to the kitchen, leaving Quinn behind laughing.
Wow, I actually got this chapter up on time…
I know the story may seem Santana-focused right now, but don't worry, this is still a Brittana fic, so their scenes will be coming shortly.
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