Love and Dreams-Faberry

Chapter Twenty-One

Santana was seated in the living room on her laptop, working on a few files when she heard someone shuffle into the room behind her. She craned her neck around to see Quinn.

"Hey, Q," she greeted with a smile.

"Hi," Quinn replied as she poured herself and Santana a cup of coffee and moved into the room to take a seat next to her brunette friend. "Whatcha working on?"

Santana shook her head. "Nothing major. Just a few files. What are you doing here?"

Quinn yawned behind her hand and sipped her coffee. "We're closed today. They're fumigating or something."

"Where's Rach?" Santana asked.

"The theater," Quinn told her. "She has a new understudy so they're doing some rehearsing. She'll be home soon."

"B should be home early too," Santana told her.

"We should all go to lunch."

Santana nodded and opened her desktop calendar to make some notes and that's when she noticed the date. Her eyes scanned the calendar about ten days back and she read the note to herself, dread suddenly filling her. "Damn it."

"What?" Quinn asked.

Santana closed her eyes and her head dropped, willing her tears away. "I'm late."

Quinn's eyes went wide at the admission. "You're kidding."

Santana shook her head slowly, wishing she was joking. "I haven't been late since sophomore year."

"Maybe it's just stress," Quinn assured her. "You've been through a lot lately."

Santana wasn't really listening. She was willing herself not to cry.

"San, look at me," Quinn requested quietly, reaching out to grasp her friend's hands in hers. Once dark eyes met hers she continued. "Honey, don't stress yourself out until we know for sure. We'll run out and get a test and then you'll know."

Santana looked at her with pleading eyes. "Quinn..."

The blonde nodded. "I know. Do you want to wait here? I'll run down."

Santana shook her head and stood up. "No. I'll make myself crazy if I stay."

Quinn stood up as well and headed to hers and Rachel's room to change. Twenty minutes later the two of them were standing outside a drugstore with Santana looking a little green.

"I can't go in there," she whispered.

Quinn smiled sympathetically. "I'll go. I'm sure it'll be easier buying one now than when I was sixteen."

Santana suddenly felt a wave of guilt rush over her. "I'm so sorry I was such a bitch back then to you. I should have been there."

Quinn smiled and shook her head. "San, it was a long time ago and trust me when I say that you weren't there because I didn't let you in. You tried."

"Still," Santana argued.

Quinn shook her head and hugged the brunette quickly. "Stop. I'll be right out."

Santana nodded and took in a deep, calming breath as Quinn disappeared into the drug store.

Quinn was perched on the edge of the bed and checked her watch. It had been much longer than the three minutes the test needed and she was growing worried about her friend so she stood up and moved across the room.

"Santana?" Quinn called, rapping on the bathroom door lightly.

"Read it again," Santana requested, panic coloring the tone of her voice.