Hopelessly Devoted To You

The ride

The ride to the hospital was probably the tensest and most awkward ride I had in my life. I was driving, fact that had caused a little fight before we got into my car. Quinn wanted to drive me in her car, but I knew her mood would distract her from the road, after all it wasn't the first time she had gotten into a car accident for multitasking while driving, so finally my stubbornness won and now we were in complete silence.

I was holding on to the steering wheel so tightly that my knuckles where white, while Quinn was looking out of the window, trying to look uninterested, but her brows where knitted in a tight frown and she wouldn't stop clucking her tongue against her teeth. The sound of it was honestly exasperating me, it was driving me insane, but I wasn't brave enough to say anything.

Every time I tried to talk I would open my mouth like a fool but no sounds would come out of it, I actually had no idea what I wanted to say, I just wanted to fill the tense silence with something, but my usual quick brain had apparently stopped working, I was unable to form any coherent words, or thoughts, for that matter. Oh boy, how I wished it was Brittany with me right now instead of a judgemental mad-as-fuck Quinn Fabray.

"You are such an idiot, Santana Lopez" Quinn hissed finally breaking the silence. I frowned; I frowned so deeply that for a second I thought my brows would make their way directly into my eyes. Not that I was expecting Quinn to be any kinder, but for the love of baby Jesus, I didn't need her to be so harsh either. So, as I put up my walls again ready to defend myself from Q's vicious tongue, I did what I always did best when I felt cornered: I didn't say anything.

"Where's the girl I fell in love with?" Quinn added in a whisper, like she was talking more to herself than to me, but I heard it. And I snorted. And Bitchtown Express arrived hard and fast directly from Lima Heights Adjacent.

"She died" I answered, not taking my eyes from the road, but I caught Quinn turning her face to me in my peripheral vision. "She died five years ago. You don't know me, Quinn, not anymore. You haven't been here for five years so don't you dare act like you knew everything about me, because you don't. You have no fucking idea about my life, and you have no fucking right to come back to my life like nothing happened" I spat, my breath slightly ragged from the anger that was starting to build up in my insides.

"You know, after five years, I still get this horrible urge of slapping you every time you say some nonsense shit like that, so thank whatever God you believe in that you are driving, I don't want to risk my own life for one slap" she answered and from the corner of my eyes I saw her smiling. What the hell? She was smiling. In my book that meant imminent danger. "I may not know anything about you" she continued shrugging "But I didn't peg you for a drug addict with a drinking problem or a closeted lesbian who has sex with guys only to prove the world that she is normal, that she is straight, and needs alcohol to put up with it because deep inside she feels disgusting..." well, she could have stabbed me directly in my stomach and it would have hurt the same. But when I thought she was done, she wasn't "Oh wait...you already did the latter for a while actually. So tell me, did you really become a junkie during this last five years? Because I know you have been doing weed since we were in high school, but cocaine? Ectasy? Really, Santana?"

Instinctively I pulled the brakes so hard that we both jerked forwards and thank God I didn't have any car behind me when I stopped my own to be able to face Quinn. I was mad, I was hurt and I couldn't believe Quinn hadn't changed a single bit since we were back in McKinley High. She knew which buttons to press to get me going, but she also knew which ones to press to hurt me the most.

"Fuck you, Fabray" was all I could say, suddenly having a horrible déjà vu from five years ago, when I told her the exact same three words and left without looking back. And this time...this time I did exactly the same. I unbuckled my seatbelt, opened the door and left the car, slamming the door shut behind me, starting to walk away furiously, fighting the tears that were burning in my eyes. Quinn might have a vicious way of saying things, but this time she was kind of right. No, I wasn't a drug addict, but Quinn had again made me open my eyes to see how fucked up my life was right now. I just couldn't help but prefer the way Brittany had done it; I didn't work well with hurting feelings.

A few seconds later I heard the door of my car opening again.

"Where the hell are you going?" I heard Quinn yelling.

"I'm walking to the fucking hospital. I've decided I'd rather go by myself" I answered, yelling as well, but not turning around and I stubbornly kept on walking. Thankfully we weren't really that far from the hospital.

Quinn on the other hand sighed looking at the brunettes retrieving form. She knew she had pushed her too hard, but she couldn't help it, she needed to take everything out and she hadn't learnt to do it in a gentler way. She knew she could be hurtful, not that Santana didn't deserve it, but maybe it was time to make amends with her own temper in regards to make things easier for the Latina. They had a lot to talk about, but they wouldn't get anywhere if they kept being mean to each other. They had loved each other dearly once, for God's sake, they still loved each other, everyone seemed to know; why couldn't things just be easier?

Slowly she stepped out of the passenger seat and surrounded the car, getting back in and taking a firm hold on the steering wheel "You are going to be the death of me, Tana" she mumbled to herself. Maybe Santana didn't want to see her right now, and maybe on one side she didn't want to see Santana either, but there was no way in heaven, hell or Earth that she was leaving the love of her life to deal alone with this situation.

With another deep sigh she pulled over back into the traffic and drove to the hospital. Once she was there she walked firmly, head high, towards the registering area. She smiled sweetly, way too sweetly, to the nurse that was there.

"Hello, my friend had a drunken one night stand last night and she needs to get a full check out" she said softly, not moving her eyes from the nurse's ones "The name's Santana Lopez".

"And where might your friend be?" the nurse asked smirking slightly and raising a brow. It was clear that she didn't believe Quinn, she probably had to put up with the "asking for a friend" shit more than once, but Quinn wasn't bothered.

"We got into a little fight earlier and she decided to come walking. I'm just working ahead" Quinn added "I can give you her driving license number; I'm sure with that you'll find her insurance in that computer of yours" she smiled again, showing all her white perfect teeth; she could be a charmer, okay? Just don't ever ask why she knows Santana's driving license number by heart.

Finally the nurse gave in and after every form was filled, Quinn took a seat in the waiting area, right next to the door to not miss the Latina once she got there. It took her around three more minutes, and Quinn couldn't help a chuckle as she saw a fuming Santana stepping into the hospital looking absolutely dishevelled and trying to look intimidating, but in Quinn's eyes, right now, she was just all kinds of adorable.

"Don't bother. You are already registered. Just sit down and wait till they call you" Quinn said trying to hide her amusement. The strangest thing was that Santana, without saying a single world, obliged sitting down quietly.

This is going to be a long evening, Quinn thought.