fanfiction II quinntana : broken heart and twisted mind
Title: broken heart and twisted mind
Author: fabray_brittana
Length: 600 Words
Spoilers: 2x22
Summary: What happened the night after Quinn's meltdown in NY.
Rating: PG
A/N: Yeah. This is un-beta'd so don't slay me for any grammatical errors.
Santana forced her eyes open and stared blearily at the clock on the dresser. The numbers read 2:18, and the glowing red hurt her eyes. The warm body that had just slid into her bed and had woken her up buried it’s face in her shoulder and fit itself into the curve of Santana’s back.
“Mmmm Brittany, what the frick?”
“Just go back to sleep.” The voice mumbled into her neck, and Santana could hardly protest.
In her sleep, Santana tossed and turned. She woke again only to find her elbow had jammed the sleeping blonde in the ribs.
“Ow!Santana!”
Santana jerked fully awake with a start, scrambling to get away from the other person in the bed. She turned on the light.
“Holy crap Quinn! What-"
“Um, I can explain, I can totally explain.” The blonde looked around, distressed, as if she could pull an answer out of the surrounding air. “So um, Rachel was snoring in our room, and I-“
Santana crossed her arms, ready to go on the offensive. “And so you just decided to come into my bed, in the middle of the night, what kind of dodgy crap were you trying to pull Fabray?” It was a thoughtless comment, really, just the first thing that had come into Santana’s head, meant to provoke the blonde into telling the truth. So of course Santana was shocked when the look on Quinn’s face told her she had hit the mark, or at least come close to it.
The blonde’s face drained of colour, and she started stammering.
“No I- that wasn’t what I-I told you before I’m not into that.” She whispered the last word, her voice shaking. “Rachel’s snoring was so bad, I, I just needed a good night’s sleep-“
“Give it up, Q, I spent two years as your sidekick remember? I can tell when you’re lying.”
And with that, the blonde started to cry, little broken sobs that mingled with the noisy New York street noise outside. She looked up at Santana, her stain glass green eyes filled with tears.
“What if I was into that?” She asked, her weak voice nearly drowned out by the sounds outside.
“What d’you mean?” Santana replied, although she was pretty sure she did know.
“Like- you and Brittany.”
Santana didn’t even bother denying it. It was the middle of the night, she was exhausted, and she knew all the girls in Glee had already figured it out. So Santana did what she thought was best, she scooted forward on the bed and leaned over to give Quinn a hug. At first the blonde stiffened and resisted the touch, but soon she relaxed. Santana didn’t know how long they stayed that way, but time had passed and Quinn was shivering. Santana realized that in her panic to get away from the blonde earlier that night (or was it morning) she had gathered all the blankets, and Quinn had been left with just her singlet.
“You’re shivering Q, c’mon lie down and we’ll share the blanket.” The blonde complied, and the two girls turned towards each other, faces a foot apart on the pillows.
“San, how can you tell?” Santana didn’t need to ask to know what she was talking about.
“Well for me, I woke up one morning and I watched Brittany wake up next to me, and I realized I didn’t ever want to be anywhere else. What about you?”
The blonde was quiet, contemplating her answer. Many minutes passed, and the brunette started gently snoring. Quinn sighed, watching the other girl sleep.
“It was when I realized I only felt real when I was with you.”
Author: fabray_brittana
Length: 600 Words
Spoilers: 2x22
Summary: What happened the night after Quinn's meltdown in NY.
Rating: PG
A/N: Yeah. This is un-beta'd so don't slay me for any grammatical errors.
Santana forced her eyes open and stared blearily at the clock on the dresser. The numbers read 2:18, and the glowing red hurt her eyes. The warm body that had just slid into her bed and had woken her up buried it’s face in her shoulder and fit itself into the curve of Santana’s back.
“Mmmm Brittany, what the frick?”
“Just go back to sleep.” The voice mumbled into her neck, and Santana could hardly protest.
In her sleep, Santana tossed and turned. She woke again only to find her elbow had jammed the sleeping blonde in the ribs.
“Ow!Santana!”
Santana jerked fully awake with a start, scrambling to get away from the other person in the bed. She turned on the light.
“Holy crap Quinn! What-"
“Um, I can explain, I can totally explain.” The blonde looked around, distressed, as if she could pull an answer out of the surrounding air. “So um, Rachel was snoring in our room, and I-“
Santana crossed her arms, ready to go on the offensive. “And so you just decided to come into my bed, in the middle of the night, what kind of dodgy crap were you trying to pull Fabray?” It was a thoughtless comment, really, just the first thing that had come into Santana’s head, meant to provoke the blonde into telling the truth. So of course Santana was shocked when the look on Quinn’s face told her she had hit the mark, or at least come close to it.
The blonde’s face drained of colour, and she started stammering.
“No I- that wasn’t what I-I told you before I’m not into that.” She whispered the last word, her voice shaking. “Rachel’s snoring was so bad, I, I just needed a good night’s sleep-“
“Give it up, Q, I spent two years as your sidekick remember? I can tell when you’re lying.”
And with that, the blonde started to cry, little broken sobs that mingled with the noisy New York street noise outside. She looked up at Santana, her stain glass green eyes filled with tears.
“What if I was into that?” She asked, her weak voice nearly drowned out by the sounds outside.
“What d’you mean?” Santana replied, although she was pretty sure she did know.
“Like- you and Brittany.”
Santana didn’t even bother denying it. It was the middle of the night, she was exhausted, and she knew all the girls in Glee had already figured it out. So Santana did what she thought was best, she scooted forward on the bed and leaned over to give Quinn a hug. At first the blonde stiffened and resisted the touch, but soon she relaxed. Santana didn’t know how long they stayed that way, but time had passed and Quinn was shivering. Santana realized that in her panic to get away from the blonde earlier that night (or was it morning) she had gathered all the blankets, and Quinn had been left with just her singlet.
“You’re shivering Q, c’mon lie down and we’ll share the blanket.” The blonde complied, and the two girls turned towards each other, faces a foot apart on the pillows.
“San, how can you tell?” Santana didn’t need to ask to know what she was talking about.
“Well for me, I woke up one morning and I watched Brittany wake up next to me, and I realized I didn’t ever want to be anywhere else. What about you?”
The blonde was quiet, contemplating her answer. Many minutes passed, and the brunette started gently snoring. Quinn sighed, watching the other girl sleep.
“It was when I realized I only felt real when I was with you.”