How deep the bullet lies - Chapter 4
Title: How deep the bullet lies - Chapter 4
Characters: Quinn, Santana, Brittany
Pairing: Santana/Quinn, Santana/Brittany
Rating: PG-13 (They seem to curse a lot for some reason.)
Words: ~1550
Spoilers: none
Disclaimer: I do not own these characters.
Summary: Set in the future. Quinn spends the evening at a theatre and meets up with an old friend afterwards.
A/N: A great many thanks to basisforming for kindly helping me with beta reading.
- Please comment.
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It turned out Brittany had raided her parents’ medicine cabinet. Fortunately they mainly kept dietary supplements and ordinary pain killers there. There were in fact a few sleeping pills but far from a lethal dose. The large amounts of paracetamol did pose a potential health threat but Brittany’s life was never actually in danger.
That was however little comfort to Santana. She had driven the girl she loved to attempt killing herself. No matter how inadequate the attempt had been, Brittany had wanted to end her life. And Santana knew that if it hadn’t been for her, that would have been the last thing Brittany would do. It just wasn’t in her nature.
All the other members of the Glee Club sent flowers to the hospital and went to visit Brittany as soon as she was allowed home again. But not Santana. She stayed away and she lashed out at anyone asking why she didn’t go to visit Brittany. She even cut Quinn down when she suggested Santana at least send a text message to say she was glad Brittany was alright.
If she hurt before it was nothing compared to the excruciating pain she experienced now. She felt like she was breathing in broken glass every time she inhaled. Her thoughts raced day and night and her mind screamed for relief, to be numbed, for distraction.
* * *
Quinn nervously took her seat and looked towards the stage. The spotlights lit up the heavy red velvet curtain. She had read about the show in several magazines and entertainment articles. The reviews and been great. All praise. Quinn made a mental note to go the theatre more often. She enjoyed it and especially musicals. She had many fond memories from Glee Club in high school. She had even joined a theatre group in college but she never considered pursuing a career in the arts.
The houselights went out and Quinn held her breath as the curtain went up.
Brittany looked radiant. She was even prettier now than she was when they were eighteen. Quinn was amazed by how well she danced. Brittany had been a great dancer even as a teenager but now she had developed into a true professional, moving with such grace that it blew Quinn’s mind.
Nearly three hours later Quinn rose from her seat. She had thoroughly enjoyed the show and could easily see how the reviews had been so positive.
Nervously she waited for the theatre to empty and slowly started making her way to the steps leading up to the stage. With great hesitation she climbed the few steps. As she took the last step up she looked out over the empty theatre. Flashbacks from past Glee Club performances came tumbling down on her. She drew in a deep breath. She found a stage hand and asked him to let Brittany Pierce know that Quinn Fabray was looking for her.
Five minutes later Brittany appeared, still wearing her stage make up but she had changed into sweats and a t-shirt. Her face lit up when she saw Quinn.
“Q!” she exclaimed. Noone except Santana called Quinn by her old school nick name these days.
Brittany greeted her with a hug.
“It’s so great to see you! Did you like the show?”
“It was fantastic! You were fantastic!” Quinn smiled.
“Thanks! Listen, are you in a mad hurry or something? It would be great if we could grab a drink and catch up.”
“ I’d love that.” Quinn replied thinking to herself that it didn’t seem like Brittany had realised she and Santana still talked.
“Super! Let me just take a really really quick shower and I’ll be with you in ten minutes tops!”
Brittany disappeared and Quinn picked up her phone to check her messages. Three texts from her assistant regarding her court case the following day and one from Santana: ‘Any news?’
‘Not yet. We’re going for a drink. Text you later.’
Quinn and Brittany walked to a bar close to the theatre. Brittany ordered a beer and a burger while Quinn settled for a glass of wine.
“So how have you been Q? What do you do these days? Married? Kids?” Brittany beamed at her apparently pleased to see her old friend again.
“Pretty good thanks. I’m a lawyer and work for a down town firm mainly doing litigation. I work like a dog but I kinda love it. Not married but I have an ex-husband- Let’s not ruin the evening by talking about him, though.” She smiled. “No kids. And I live in a house by the beach,” She continued. ‘...with your ex-lover’, she added in her head.
“Wow! An accomplished career woman! Very cool!”
“Me? Look at you! You’re in one of the most talked about shows in town! I’m an office rat. Tell me about you.”
“Well, I made it out of Lima, obviously. I keep an apartment in New York but at the moment I’m renting a studio out here. I’ve been touring with a few artists but staying on the road too long at a time gets a bit rough in the end. I was really happy to get this gig. Not married and no kids either. That about sums it up.”
‘Enter the elephant into the room,’ Quinn thought to herself.
As if she had read Quinn’s mind Brittany said “Look, I’m guessing you know I’ve seen Santana in the audience. More than once. I wanted to get in touch with her so I googled her and I found an article about her work. That’s how I know about her job at the hospital. When I realised you’re in the city too I figured you guys must still be in touch. Am I right?”
Quinn looked down into her wine glass for a second, then she looked at Brittany and said “Yes you are. On both counts. In fact, we share the beach house.”
“How is she?” Brittany bit her lower lip.
“She’s good. She is really passionate about her work. Who would have predicted Santana Lopez would end up working with kids, hey? She still sings and she looks pretty much the same I think.”
“An ex-husband lurking in her past as well?”
Quinn could tell the question was more loaded than Brittany wanted it to sound.
“No ex husband. She’s been single most of the time.”
“I’d really like to see her. I’ve been a bit puzzled that she hasn’t come back-stage to say hello. I know we didn’t really part on great terms. I think the last time we actually spoke was at a party and we were both drunk and, well, it wasn’t good. But that was so many years ago. And I’ve moved way past all that and I hope she has too. She and I shared so many good times together. That’s how I choose to remember how we were.”
Quinn felt like she was caught between a rock and a hard place.
“Well, you see... Hmm.. I’m not sure she’d appreciate it if she heard me say what I’m about to say but I will anyway, because I love her.”
“Wait! Are you guys...”
“No! No! Not at all!” Quinn gulped uncomfortably but continued. “She.. She still hasn’t forgiven herself for what she did to you so no, she hasn’t really moved past all that. I know she wants to see you but she’s a little short of courage in this particular case.”
Brittany sunk in to her own thoughts for a few moments and concentrated on her food.
“Is that why you’re here now and not her?”
Quinn smiled sheepishly.
“I honestly really wanted to see the show and I’m so glad I did plus I wanted to see you. I’m here in my own right but yes, had she not been short of courage, she would have joined us here tonight.”
“I feel terrible that she still feels bad. So she treated me like shit for a while and I was a really unhappy teenager for some months when I was in high school but it was a long time ago. Santana was my first true love. She gave me my first real kiss, she took my vir-”
Quinn cleared her throat a little too loudly.
“Sorry, didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable. “ Brittany blushed a little. “Is there any way you could arrange for me to see her? I have Monday nights off.”
Quinn opened her purse and took out a business card. She turned it upside down and quickly scribbled down her address and home phone number. She handed the card to Brittany.
“Why don’t you come to dinner next Monday? I’ll talk to Santana. I’ll let her know you want to see her. If she can’t handle it, we’ll just have dinner without her. How’s that?”
“Terrific!” Brittany smiled.
“I don’t mean to be rude but I have to be in court early tomorrow morning. I really should go. It was lovely to see you!”
“It was really good to see you too Q.”
They got up and hugged each other goodbye outside the restaurant.
“See you Monday!”
Quinn hailed a taxi and soon she was speeding through the night towards the ocean.
* * *
That night Quinn rocked Santana to sleep in her arms.
Characters: Quinn, Santana, Brittany
Pairing: Santana/Quinn, Santana/Brittany
Rating: PG-13 (They seem to curse a lot for some reason.)
Words: ~1550
Spoilers: none
Disclaimer: I do not own these characters.
Summary: Set in the future. Quinn spends the evening at a theatre and meets up with an old friend afterwards.
A/N: A great many thanks to basisforming for kindly helping me with beta reading.
- Please comment.
chapter 1 chapter 2 chapter3 chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7
It turned out Brittany had raided her parents’ medicine cabinet. Fortunately they mainly kept dietary supplements and ordinary pain killers there. There were in fact a few sleeping pills but far from a lethal dose. The large amounts of paracetamol did pose a potential health threat but Brittany’s life was never actually in danger.
That was however little comfort to Santana. She had driven the girl she loved to attempt killing herself. No matter how inadequate the attempt had been, Brittany had wanted to end her life. And Santana knew that if it hadn’t been for her, that would have been the last thing Brittany would do. It just wasn’t in her nature.
All the other members of the Glee Club sent flowers to the hospital and went to visit Brittany as soon as she was allowed home again. But not Santana. She stayed away and she lashed out at anyone asking why she didn’t go to visit Brittany. She even cut Quinn down when she suggested Santana at least send a text message to say she was glad Brittany was alright.
If she hurt before it was nothing compared to the excruciating pain she experienced now. She felt like she was breathing in broken glass every time she inhaled. Her thoughts raced day and night and her mind screamed for relief, to be numbed, for distraction.
* * *
Quinn nervously took her seat and looked towards the stage. The spotlights lit up the heavy red velvet curtain. She had read about the show in several magazines and entertainment articles. The reviews and been great. All praise. Quinn made a mental note to go the theatre more often. She enjoyed it and especially musicals. She had many fond memories from Glee Club in high school. She had even joined a theatre group in college but she never considered pursuing a career in the arts.
The houselights went out and Quinn held her breath as the curtain went up.
Brittany looked radiant. She was even prettier now than she was when they were eighteen. Quinn was amazed by how well she danced. Brittany had been a great dancer even as a teenager but now she had developed into a true professional, moving with such grace that it blew Quinn’s mind.
Nearly three hours later Quinn rose from her seat. She had thoroughly enjoyed the show and could easily see how the reviews had been so positive.
Nervously she waited for the theatre to empty and slowly started making her way to the steps leading up to the stage. With great hesitation she climbed the few steps. As she took the last step up she looked out over the empty theatre. Flashbacks from past Glee Club performances came tumbling down on her. She drew in a deep breath. She found a stage hand and asked him to let Brittany Pierce know that Quinn Fabray was looking for her.
Five minutes later Brittany appeared, still wearing her stage make up but she had changed into sweats and a t-shirt. Her face lit up when she saw Quinn.
“Q!” she exclaimed. Noone except Santana called Quinn by her old school nick name these days.
Brittany greeted her with a hug.
“It’s so great to see you! Did you like the show?”
“It was fantastic! You were fantastic!” Quinn smiled.
“Thanks! Listen, are you in a mad hurry or something? It would be great if we could grab a drink and catch up.”
“ I’d love that.” Quinn replied thinking to herself that it didn’t seem like Brittany had realised she and Santana still talked.
“Super! Let me just take a really really quick shower and I’ll be with you in ten minutes tops!”
Brittany disappeared and Quinn picked up her phone to check her messages. Three texts from her assistant regarding her court case the following day and one from Santana: ‘Any news?’
‘Not yet. We’re going for a drink. Text you later.’
Quinn and Brittany walked to a bar close to the theatre. Brittany ordered a beer and a burger while Quinn settled for a glass of wine.
“So how have you been Q? What do you do these days? Married? Kids?” Brittany beamed at her apparently pleased to see her old friend again.
“Pretty good thanks. I’m a lawyer and work for a down town firm mainly doing litigation. I work like a dog but I kinda love it. Not married but I have an ex-husband- Let’s not ruin the evening by talking about him, though.” She smiled. “No kids. And I live in a house by the beach,” She continued. ‘...with your ex-lover’, she added in her head.
“Wow! An accomplished career woman! Very cool!”
“Me? Look at you! You’re in one of the most talked about shows in town! I’m an office rat. Tell me about you.”
“Well, I made it out of Lima, obviously. I keep an apartment in New York but at the moment I’m renting a studio out here. I’ve been touring with a few artists but staying on the road too long at a time gets a bit rough in the end. I was really happy to get this gig. Not married and no kids either. That about sums it up.”
‘Enter the elephant into the room,’ Quinn thought to herself.
As if she had read Quinn’s mind Brittany said “Look, I’m guessing you know I’ve seen Santana in the audience. More than once. I wanted to get in touch with her so I googled her and I found an article about her work. That’s how I know about her job at the hospital. When I realised you’re in the city too I figured you guys must still be in touch. Am I right?”
Quinn looked down into her wine glass for a second, then she looked at Brittany and said “Yes you are. On both counts. In fact, we share the beach house.”
“How is she?” Brittany bit her lower lip.
“She’s good. She is really passionate about her work. Who would have predicted Santana Lopez would end up working with kids, hey? She still sings and she looks pretty much the same I think.”
“An ex-husband lurking in her past as well?”
Quinn could tell the question was more loaded than Brittany wanted it to sound.
“No ex husband. She’s been single most of the time.”
“I’d really like to see her. I’ve been a bit puzzled that she hasn’t come back-stage to say hello. I know we didn’t really part on great terms. I think the last time we actually spoke was at a party and we were both drunk and, well, it wasn’t good. But that was so many years ago. And I’ve moved way past all that and I hope she has too. She and I shared so many good times together. That’s how I choose to remember how we were.”
Quinn felt like she was caught between a rock and a hard place.
“Well, you see... Hmm.. I’m not sure she’d appreciate it if she heard me say what I’m about to say but I will anyway, because I love her.”
“Wait! Are you guys...”
“No! No! Not at all!” Quinn gulped uncomfortably but continued. “She.. She still hasn’t forgiven herself for what she did to you so no, she hasn’t really moved past all that. I know she wants to see you but she’s a little short of courage in this particular case.”
Brittany sunk in to her own thoughts for a few moments and concentrated on her food.
“Is that why you’re here now and not her?”
Quinn smiled sheepishly.
“I honestly really wanted to see the show and I’m so glad I did plus I wanted to see you. I’m here in my own right but yes, had she not been short of courage, she would have joined us here tonight.”
“I feel terrible that she still feels bad. So she treated me like shit for a while and I was a really unhappy teenager for some months when I was in high school but it was a long time ago. Santana was my first true love. She gave me my first real kiss, she took my vir-”
Quinn cleared her throat a little too loudly.
“Sorry, didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable. “ Brittany blushed a little. “Is there any way you could arrange for me to see her? I have Monday nights off.”
Quinn opened her purse and took out a business card. She turned it upside down and quickly scribbled down her address and home phone number. She handed the card to Brittany.
“Why don’t you come to dinner next Monday? I’ll talk to Santana. I’ll let her know you want to see her. If she can’t handle it, we’ll just have dinner without her. How’s that?”
“Terrific!” Brittany smiled.
“I don’t mean to be rude but I have to be in court early tomorrow morning. I really should go. It was lovely to see you!”
“It was really good to see you too Q.”
They got up and hugged each other goodbye outside the restaurant.
“See you Monday!”
Quinn hailed a taxi and soon she was speeding through the night towards the ocean.
* * *
That night Quinn rocked Santana to sleep in her arms.