Severed | Glee

Chapter Eight

"Kara! Kara! Wake up!" Santana frantically shook her roommate awake.
Kara groaned and rubbed her eyes, she looked to Santana, barely opening her eyes.
"What?" she said, clearly annoyed.
Santana sat on the edge of her bed, forcing Kara to move.
"It's about yesterday," she began. "I- something happened."
Concerned, Kara sat up, focusing her entire attention on Santana.
"What do you mean? Are you okay?" she wondered.
"Physically yes, mentally no. I can't wrap my finger around it, but when I was cleaning Quinn's back, I felt something, like butterflies in my stomach," Santana replied.
Kara smirked and placed a hand on her shoulder.
"Ah, looks like someone got a crush," she said.
Santana whipped her head around with a frightened look.
"I can't have a crush! We're friends- friends don't get crushes on each other.... Do they?" Santana exclaimed. "How did you know you liked Bree?"
Kara pondered for a few seconds then a gentle smile grew on her face as she remembered the day.
"I knew I liked Bree when she willingly went out of her way to understand me. The way she looked at me when I explained anything to her was like nothing I'd ever seen. That, and whenever I teased her, and the reactions she gave me, was when I realised I liked-liked her," Kara explained.
Santana nodded along the way of her explanation.
"Then how'd you confess?"
"Just bluntly. I may be a secretive person, but I'm not secretive when it comes to expressing my love for people. The way I see it, is to just shoot your shot. The worst that can happen is they don't feel the same way for you, and that's perfectly okay."
"But, Bree didn't accept you straight away, did she? So what happened?" Santana asked.
Kara let out a long sigh.
"She wasn't out, and she was still finding herself as well. So I let her be, minus the teasing, still, and let her come to me when she'd found herself," Kara said. "Were the butterflies in your stomach the only thing you experienced?"
Santana uncomfortably nodded. She wasn't happy that she felt that, but what could she do?
"Then I say think about it some more. Try and understand what caused the butterflies. Was it Quinn herself? Or was it just because you were rubbing her back?" Kara asked.
Santana looked at her friend like she was a genius.
"I didn't even think about it that way. It was probably just because I was rubbing her back," Santana shrugged it off. "But on the odd chance it wasn't, if I am gay, how do I come out to my parents? How did you come out to yours?"
The topic in matter clearly threw Kara off and she uneasily shifted in her position. Kara stood up from the bed and walked a few steps forward before turning back around to face Santana.
"I didn't. My father found a journal, and that's how they found out," she said. "And, you don't technically have to come out to anybody. It's your life, you date whoever you want, as long as they're good to you. Genuinely good to you."
Santana remained quiet as several thoughts ran through her head. But in the end, she was only able to manage two words.
"Thank you," Santana Smiled.

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"Did you hear?" Rachel asked as she entered a room.
Finn, who was sitting on a chair going through paperwork looked up and raised both eyebrows.
"That depends," he said. "What are you talking about?"
Rachel hopelessly rolled her eyes. "I'm talking about Quinn and Santana. Have you heard they're hanging out again?"
The corner on Finn's top lip raised as he smiled. "I did. I'm happy for them. God knows glee club was miserable when they wouldn't even cooperate," he said.
Rachel huffed and extended both arms outwards. "No, it's horrible! Finn, they did nothing but argue. That's all that'll happen again," Rachel replied.
Finn shrugged and shook his head with a confused look.
"Well, they're adults now, whatever happens they can handle it. And besides, it's not our place to intervene. If things are working out for them, then that's good. Just be happy for them, please?" Finn said.
"This is a mistake," Rachel claimed.
"And what if it isn't?"
"Then..., Then-"
"Then you leave them alone and let them live their lives."

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Quinn walked around her house tiredly. Her body felt rejuvenated from the spa, yet at the same time, ached whenever she moved in a certain position.
She held one hand on the lower part of her back and continued to walk like that. Puck was smugly looking the entire time, and was clearly trying his best not to burst out into laughter.
Quinn poured herself a cup of coffee then winced.
"Did you pull a muscle, granny?" Puck chuckled.
Quinn shot him a nasty look, but even she couldn't hide a small grin forming.
"You better watch your mouth," she warned.
Bree walked into the room and noticed Quinn's odd behaviour right away.
"Why are you walking like an old person?" she questioned.
"Okay," Quinn said. "I'm going to my room, to sleep." she left the two, a small smile on her face the entire time until she entered her room.
Bree looked over to Puck with a curious look.
"Granny's not doing too good today, huh?" Puck wondered.
Bree laughed. "Be nice," she said.
The physical pain Quinn felt wasn't the only pain she was feeling. Deep down in her heart, it ached, like it wanted something- or more so, something was missing. She sat on the edge of her bed, leg bouncing, and she took soft, yet quick breaths.
She couldn't figure out what was wrong, nothing was out of the ordinary, and it was just another average day. So why?
Then it hit her like a train. She liked the soft hands brushing against her skin.
"Okay, but that's not anything serious, it just means I'm touch deprived," Quinn tried to reason with herself.
Even after telling herself that, it didn't make the feeling go away. There was something else to it.
Quinn defeatedly groaned and placed her head in the palms of her hands. She'd just discovered what the problem was.
She missed being in Santana's presence; she missed Santana.
"That's normal behaviour." Quinn furrowed her brows. "I'm young, too, so maybe it's just hormones," she said. Quinn then confidently nodded and laid down. She was going to go with hormones for being the problem.