Hopelessly Devoted To You

Mature

A couple hours had passed. Quinn and Rachel had busied themselves making some amazing food for me, even Rachel adjusted to cook something non-vegan just to make me feel better. Kurt had joined us briefly but left soon after, without eating, to go run some errands, or so he said, but by the look Rachel gave him I guessed it was a code for something else, but I didn't ask. And Brittany had been by my side the whole time, making sure I kept myself alert and awake. Yes, I was tired and could have used some more hours of sleep, but I didn't need a babysitter, the worst was over, I had learnt my lesson.

It was somehow amusing to see how Quinn and Brittany avoided each other. They were being cordial, but they didn't speak to one another unless it was absolutely necessary. So yeah, it was amusing but also kind of sad. I couldn't help but remember those times when us three were best friends, always attached by the hips. We called ourselves the Unholy Trinity and we thought we could eat the world. Turned out the world almost ate us, but I missed those times when we were carefree and all that mattered was our friendship. We were awesome, but then I had to go and screw them both, thankfully not at the same time... Oh, God, I had really destroyed our friendship, or more likely, I had destroyed Brittany's and Quinn's friendship and I knew by heart that at least the taller blonde missed the other one. Maybe I was indeed a whore, maybe all this was my fault, but I was determined to fix it. I was determined to fix my relationship with Quinn, her friendship with Brittany and first and foremost, my own life.

After the girls finished cooking, the four of us ate and chatted comfortably about everything and anything, but I could feel how all of them were avoiding the events of the night before like the plague. I didn't want to talk about it either, so I tried to ease some of the tension, but it was still there, in their voices, in their slightly forced smiles, in their body language, the tension was there and it was starting to be unbearable so after we finished eating, I just stopped trying.

I did the dishes, for once, earning a big smile from Rachel. Maybe I always avoided doing the dishes, I hated it, but it was the least I could do. And then the four of us got comfortable in our living room and fell again into a quite tense and uncomfortable silence. I could feel in the air surrounding us that they really wanted to talk about what happened, but they didn't want to upset me while I wasn't still completely recovered. Brittany, shameless as always, was the first one to break the silence.

"I still think you should visit a doctor, Santana" she said, without looking at me, as Rachel, Quinn and I looked at her with surprised expressions.

"Why? I'm fine" I groaned, shifting in my seat uncomfortably. Brittany gulped moving her eyes between the three of us as if she was pondering how to say what she was about to say.

"Yeah but...you didn't only do a huge amount of God knows what drugs, you also had sex. With a guy. You should get tested for any STD and..." she trailed off fidgeting with her fingers in her own lap. I looked at her clueless to where this conversation was going, raising one eyebrow as I looked at Quinn and Rachel. Rachel had a similar expression to mine, so I guessed she wasn't getting what Britt was trying to say either, but Quinn's shoulders slumped suddenly and she covered her face with her hands. I looked at her still not getting what all this was about.

"...pregnancy" Quinn hissed between her teeth and I could clearly hear the hurt in her voice. I turned my face to Brittany, who was biting her lip anxiously, so fast that I almost got whiplashed.

"What th-" I tried to say.

"Santana" Brittany interrupted my words effectively "We were just talking about growing up and maturing not so long ago. Last night you were drunk and high, so much that you don't remember most of what you did. I'm pretty sure that you can't tell if the guy was wearing a condom or not, for what we know he could have been responsible or a total asshole taking advantage of your state. You want to be mature? Start with this" she said and I knew she was right, but I didn't answer. I just buried myself deeper into the couch, very mature, while I watched the other three. Rachel's expression hadn't changed one bit, she looked frozen, like she hadn't still gotten everything that was being said. Brittany was looking at me knowingly, waiting for me to man up and grow some guts to take control over my messed up life. And Quinn had her eyes closed and was forcing herself to breath slowly. I had seen her do that a million times, I knew what it meant. She was fuming, but she didn't want to lose control over herself or she would probably be slapping me across my beautiful face in less time than you say wanky.