Hopelessly Devoted To You

I'm gonna kill her

Quinn made herself in the apartment so fast that she almost broke the door down.

"What the fuck happen-..." she said but her voice got lost in her throat at the sight of Santana. She was unconscious still but the girls had managed to rip her off her clothes and shoved a clean t-shit over her.

Quinn threw herself onto her knees when she saw how disheveled the love of her life looked. She wasn't aware that Rachel was beside her, throwing her arm over her shoulders. She hadn't seen that the Puckerman brothers were also there. She didn't see anything but the tiny body of Santana scrambled over the couch.

"WHY THE HELL ISN'T SHE IN A HOSPITAL?" she yelled suddenly, still not able to take her eyes off Santana.

This time the guy that looked like the security guard, and who hadn't almost talked, decided to get in charge of the conversation. None of them had really talked about what happened yet, they were too worried about making Santana react in any way, but it was time for them all to know what he and the girls knew.

He stepped carefully closer to Quinn, giving her a reassuring look. It really worked, Quinn could see he was a good guy, his eyes were clear, trustworthy, and he looked calm, also like he knew what he was doing. Quinn automatically realized that probably this wasn't the first time he had to deal with this sort of situation.

"Everything is under control now, Miss" he said in a soft voice that made Quinn, and the rest of the present people, relax a bit. "I don't know exactly what happened, Miss Lopez came to the club as a customer, she sometimes does that and everything seemed normal, so at first none of us was really paying attention to her. Sometimes she comes in and drinks a lot and smokes and gets high, but this time she overstepped her boundaries. Amanda..." he pointed to one of the girls "...says that Santana asked her for drugs. It's not the first time she does it, but it's absolutely not her usual behaviour. Then we all got a bit worried and tried to keep an eye on her but the night was very busy so we couldn't control her as much as we wanted to. Next thing I was informed of was that she was seen at the male bathroom fucking with a guy" Kurt, Rachel, Quinn and Puck raised their brows in perfect synchrony, all equally surprised, and Quinn a bit hurt. The body guard couldn't help but chuckle slightly, not that it was funny, but they had reacted all exactly the same "Yes, yes, we know she is gay, none of us has any idea why that was even happening".

"I found her at the bathroom, sitting on the floor, almost passed out. She had thrown up all over herself..." Quinn turned her head quickly to the new voice. Noah Puckerman. She still hadn't noticed he was there, but she resisted the urge of asking him what he was doing in New York. "Or, well, I kind of hope it was her own vomit, I can't think how gross it would be to get barfed on. Anyway, I found her and she was barely speaking, the only thing she could say clearly enough was..."

"Quinn..." a very soft voice raised behind them from the couch. It was Santana. Quinn ran towards her just to notice she was just as unconscious as before.

"I'm going to kill her" she hissed between her teeth. "I swear I'm gonna kill her"

"She will be fine now" the body guard muttered "She has been coming in and out of conscious like that for a while, but now her pulse and breath are steady and regular. She just needs to sleep everything out, and probably throw up again, but none of us has heart enough to force her to wake up just to empty her stomach"

"I'll do it" Quinn said firmly. Everybody else looked at her uneasily. "What? I don't have a heart at all right now, and she needs all that shit out of her system. Just help me get her into the bathroom, let's not make a mess here".

Both Puckerman brothers helped Quinn willingly and they took Santana to the bathroom. They sat her in front of the toilet and Quinn put Santana's hair up in a tight bun, knowing that at her state it would be more important to keep her body steady so she wouldn't vomit all over the floor than holding her hair.

"Leave me alone" she stated coldly at the boys, and they simply left. With a sigh she took over the situation. Time to wake the wasted lady up, but how? She tried with cold water, she tried putting alcohol under her nose, but nothing seemed to help enough.

"God forgive me for this. Not that she doesn't deserve it" she mumbled to herself before raising her hand and slapping Santana as hard as she could. Eureka. The brunette started opening her eyes slowly.

"You. Head. Toilet" Quinn ordered, even if she was the one to move Santana into a proper position. "Open your mouth" but Santana didn't do anything. With a frustrated sigh Quinn pressed her fingers against Santana's lips until she obeyed letting her get inside. This was going to be absolutely gross, so Quinn took a few seconds to prepare herself before shoving two of her fingers down the Latina's throat until she felt her gag. She did it a couple more times until she finally got Santana's gag reflex to work properly and she was throwing up all over her hand as she pulled it away. It took everything she had not to throw up right after the brunette, but she used all her strength to keep her steady.

After a few minutes, Quinn felt Santana's body relax and she guessed she was done with emptying her stomach. She was right. Slowly Santana raised her head from the toilet by herself and looked at the blonde.

"Quinn..." she whispered.

"Don't you dare talking to me, Santana. Don't you even dare" Quinn barked as she got up from the floor, washed her own hand, and started to get the shower ready. "For God's sake, let's clean you up" was the next thing she said with a deep, strong, and disappointed sigh.