Habits

Pills & Potions

Pairings: None. All Quinn this time.

This is just the part two, continued on from the last one and it's in the POV of Quinn. I'm pretty sure this one is longer than the other one.. Whoops haha.

I stepped out of the shower feeling rather refreshed. I was still surprised that Santana said she loved me. We'd never had the most... Emotional friendship, mostly because we'd start fighting before it could even progress to emotional.

I walked into my bedroom, clad in only a white towel, and checked my phone.

I saw that I had two missed calls from Santana and 2 voice messages from an hour ago. I decided i'd change first before listening to them.

When I finally picked out a tanktop and sleep shorts, I tied my hair up in a half-assed pony tail before picking up my phone.

"Quinn," from the sound of my name coming from her, I knew she was crying. My heart started to pound. "You seriously need to change that answering message. You sound 10. Call me back." I decided to listen to the next message.

"Sorry if I'm bothering you, Q." She wasn't even trying to hide the tears in her voice. "I just wanted to say that I.. That I love you, okay?"

I knew something was up so I quickly grabbed a hoodie and ran out to my car. I didn't tell my mom where I was going, I just left.

Santana needed me.

I pulled up to the Lopez residence and found that the door was locked. I grabbed the spare key from under the plant pot next to the door before sprinting up to Santana's room.

I saw her laying under the covers and breathed a sigh of relief.

She was just sleeping.

"Santana?" I said quietly. I smelled alcohol and assumed she had been drinking. "San." I said more firmly.

Santana was normally a heavy sleeper, even more so when alcohol was involved. I walked over to her bed and sat next to her.

When I saw that she wasn't breathing, I assumed she was joking. "Santana. Don't be stupid." My voice was shaking the longer it went. I noticed her bedside table, and the three notes on it.

The tears started to stream down my face. "San." I whimpered, I pulled the cover down and pulled her on my lap. That's when I noticed the pill bottles.

"Santana!" I sobbed. Her body was normally so hot, but now.. Now it was cold. Her eyes were closed and her shirt was riding up her stomach. That's when I noticed the scars.

"SANTANA!" I screamed, rocking her back and forth, willing her to wake up. "No." I cried. "Santana, wake up." My voice was so broken. "Santana, please. Wake up.... SANTANA." I couldn't control my feelings at that point. I wanted to cry over Santana, I wanted to stop crying and go kill all the idiots that picked on her. I wanted to yell at her parents for failing her. I wanted to curl up in shame for not being there for my best friend.

I don't know how long I sat there, crying and rocking Santana in my arms. Screaming too. Probably hours. But, I finally stopped. I built up the courage to get the note that had my name on it.

It was wrinkly from her tears and her writing was shaky, she probably chastised herself for that. Santana was always so anal about her writing.

Dear, Quinn

You get the honour of being my first letter, since I know you're going to be the first to find me.

It's kind of sad, really, that I know you'll get here first because nobody else really cares.