#especially julien because i know he was probably sick from crying too much

[jaythedagger]

i love opening social media just to find everyone in absolute ruin at the same time. it’s oddly comforting knowing we are all sobbing together over an outstanding piece of art.

“i’m just so grateful to have been alive to have this love story told to me”

[themadauthorshatter]

A lot of you seem to really like that Swap AU for Red Queen, so...

Time for a Part 2!!!!!

Like with Glass Sword, we start with Mare and crew on a train, Shade next to her while the rest their rifles aimed at Maven, who sits resolutely.

Kilorn is especially pissed because he doesn't trust the crown prince's younger brother, nor even when the bastard almost got all of them killed. Twice.

Maven snips that he was at fault for the second time, but Kilorn's stupider than he already is, if he thinks Maven palnned for Ptolemus to survive and come came to hunt them all down.

Mare barks at Maven to shut up, but Kilorn is more direct, punching the traitor prince in the nose.

Before he can do more, Farley calls him off, telling him he can kick Maven's ass later, when they're not on the train.

Reluctantly, Kilorn backs off and leaves Maven to wipe his nose off.

Mare, in an effort to diffuse the tension, asks where they're all going, anyway.

Shade and Farley glance at each other, then to Maven, before Shade explains they're on their way to Tuck.

Both Mare and Maven are confused, but there's no time for questions because they get attacked, as in their train gets derailed and is crushed like a tin can, chasing everyone outside.

ACTION TIME!!!!!!

Everyone hightails it out as they and the rest of the team with them fight off Silver forces. Their main goal is to get to what looks like a cliffside; Farley points to it and shouts they run there.

Mare notices the sudden lack of Maven, but shakes it off; he can either die or catch up somehow, it's every man for himself right now.

Mare does well in fending for herself, like before, but that stops when she's found and surrounded by a huge number of Silvers who are not afraid to rittle her with bullets, if she does anything.

The only reason they ARE afraid is because their General gave them a very strict order to not shoot unless he says so.

And this General is Cal, who instantly notices that Maven is missing and asks Mare where he is.

Mare challenges him, wondering if he's planning on shooting his brother himself, if she gives him up.

Cal snaps, asking if she's really defending someone who betrayed her, after lying to her for so long.

Mare still doesn't reveal that Maven ran, and instead growls that if Cal's trying to bring her back, it won't work, because she's not getting her family killed with her.

And she sure as hell isn't trusting the person who screwed her over in the first place.

Those words put a hole in Cal's chest and he turns to whoever is his second in command.

"Open fire."

The poor bastard doesn't get a chance to do anything because Mare brings the plane(I think it's a Snap Dragon?) down, and blue flames fly out and drive away most of the Silvers.

Turns out Maven didn't run far at all, and instead gestures for Mare to run for the cliffside, which she does.

Mare and Maven cover themselves and each other, even as Cal says, 'fuck it,' and gives chase, the boys engage in a firefight from a distance.

Before things can get serious, Mare and Maven make it the cliffside and jump, Cal shouting that they can't run or hide forever. They will be found, and they will pay for their crimes, one way or another, regardless of their rank or the color of their blood. Even if Cal has to be the one to find them and execute them, they will face justice.

Mare and Maven find themselves in the submarine like before and Maven is made to stick around because no one wants to go looking for him, should he decide to run off and get lost.

It's here that Maven expresses that if Cal's hunting them, then they're all on borrowed time, 'them' being him, Mare, the Scarlet Guard, and any Newbloods Elara bothered to remember.

While he gets patched up, Shade asks why that's such a big deal, seeing as how they managed to get away.

Maven makes it clear: Cal does not know how to sit still. He's a hunter, a GOOD hunter. He'll solve problems with action, not words. He has an entire legion at his command, too, and both Samos children on his side.

And Cal can't think for himself to save his life. Most of his decisions come from someone else.

And guess who decided that Mare, Maven, and the Guard need to be erased?

It paints a clear picture for everyone, and Farley asks Mare to think about the Newbloods and try to remember any specific names, or pick out someone they need to pick up before leaving.

Mare doesn't have too long to think because they arrive at Tuck.

It's raining and pouring, but the group still gets to the surface, where Mare reunites with Bree. (Hooray!)

And Maven is captured by the Colonel.

Unlike before, there is and isn't a rush to find the Newbloods, there is because Elara and Tibe can pull the names of on a computer, print a list, and have them all killed, but there isn't because they need to look through the blood base to find the names, which will probably take a while because no Silver ever pays a Red any mind.

Mare still wants to go and talks Shade, Farley, Kilorn into helping, but also stipulates that she needs to bring Maven with, because he knows the most as a Silver she doesn't trust him in his own(Sure, good cover).

They're agaunst the idea, but Kilorn caves and helps her get Maven out.

Speaking of Maven, what's he been doing? Simple. Trying to find a way out without going inside. Elara's in his head and he can't get her to leave.

He's been in his cell for a few days, but has been more cooperative than Cal, turning his back to eat, not beating his knuckles bloody, and even trying to rearrange so he doesn't absolutely lose it.

He's chilling against the wall when Mare and Kilorn come in, and he's so excited to see BOTH of them for a change.

Neither really notice how the acrylic is scuffed up.

At least until Kilorn throws Mare in and locks them both inside of the cell.

They're left anger and unhappy and, after some back and forth, Mare asks what Maven about Tuck.

He admits he doesn't know much; geography was more up Cal's league, but Mare doesn't have Cal with her, she has Maven, and he apologizes for not being what or who she wants.

Mare doesn't respond and they remain silent for up to a few days.

In one of those days, Maven has a really bad phantom Elara headache, and from all the stress of what's happened.

While they sit across from each other, Mare against one wall and Maven against the other, Maven cluthes his head and screams until he runs out of breath, which he catches before screaming again.

Mare, out of curiosity and having similar feelings, after realizing what she said to Cal and how she's in over her head, joins him.

It feels good to get it out, so she keeps going.

Both scream until they're sick of it and sit back against the wall, sitting side by side.

They're met up by the Colonel, who comments in both the layout of the room and literally screaming matching before cutting to the trace.

The crown prince made an offer they can't refuse: one of the traitors for the removal of the measures as a whole. It doesn't matter which one, they just need one of them alive, and the Colonel wants to keep Mare around, for the sake of the 'Newbloods' Julien told her about.

Maven, not exactly buying it, asks why they only need ONE of them when both would be more valuable.

The Colonel warns him not to get cocky, but Maven pieces it together:

The COLONEL offered one in return for both, seeing as how both Mare and Maven have seen the list. All Elara really needs is one of them, and then she, Tibe, and Cal have access to find and hunt down the Newbloods. After that, they'll probably kill him.

Maven, understanding there's no real way he's getting out of this(if he refuses, Mare's getting sent to them instead, and then he'll have to deal with the fact he got her killed and her grieving friend and family), asks when he'll be leaving.

The Colonel nods and states whenever the jet is ready. Just as he leaves to let Maven and Mare say goodbye, he tells Maven that enough men and women have been killed, so with his death, at least he'll stop children from following.

Maven and Mare watch him leave.

Only to see him fall back.

Kilorn has returned with Farley and Shade in toe, Farley holding up a set of keys to the cell.

Like before, they leave via the Black Run, but this time it's Farley that has to pilot because Cal's not around in this timeline- I mean, AU.😁

Also like before, after some discourse from Kilorn and and maybe teasing from Shade(because he calls Maven the 'little prince' to be harmless), they find Nix Marsten, and if he beat the daylights out of Cal, he beats THE EVER AND NEVER LOVING SHIT OUT OF MAVEN.

Did he lead his daughters to their deaths? No.

Was he there with Cal when it was planned that they take a legion across a river/waterfall? Yes.

Was he known for instilling a little bit of reasoning in Cal? Yes.

Did he do that when Cal made the decision to cross a waterfall to fight an enemy force? No.

Maven is incredibly guilty, having been a few people behind when he saw the girls went over the falls, screaming, sputtering, and crying for someone to help them even when they went over the edge and screamed most of the way down.

He says that he knows it's useless, but he's too sorry for words. Too many Reds have died and soon Newbloods like Nix, Mare, and Shade will follow, if they don't hurry.

Nix, reluctant, goes with them, but asks firmly that Maven be kept the HELL away from him.

With Cal, Tibe, and Elara, the Queen is led to the Silent Stone cells, where Cal is sitting.

She asks the Sentinel to leave them, and he does, before asking Cal why he can't follow simple orders, for a General?

Cal snaps that he DID follow those orders. He just didn't retriwve Mare and Maven because Mare threw a plane at them and he and Maven had a firefight before they escaped.

And it was not his fault there was a submarine there and that it was on a cliffside.

Elara laughs out and tells him that he'd better be able to explain that to his father, because he's just about ready to kill him, Mare, and Maven himself.

Cal gives a laugh, asking if she'd like that to happen, seeing as how that was her plan.

Elara takes a breath and warns Cal that if it weren't for the Silent Stone, she would have disposed of him the same way she did with Coriane; in her own words, "the weak bitch stole the crown from me once, and I won't let her bastard take it again."

Cal asks when he's getting executed, but Elara smirks.

No need, because they found Maven and Mare, and Tibe, who loves Coriane's son SO much, is sparing him for Maven, who's getting thrown to Volo Samos and Rem Rhambos.

After that, she'll scramble his brains with a fork until he's more broken than both his parents put together, regardless of his place as the crown prince of Norta; this ain't The Folk of The Air, people. She can marry and ally to whomever, but ELARA is going to rule Norta and will make the Lakelands and the other countries surrounding Norta kowtow to her will.

Cal watches her leave, nervous for himself, but more concerned for Maven.

Well, at least he hears, "WHY IS EVERYONE SO USELESS LATELY!?" down the hall.

Elara returns and Cal makes a suggestion to where Maven and Mare are going, for it's population amd the fact Elara hates the place in general:

Harbor Bay.

And he has a way to bring Mare back, one he made a while back.

And Part 2 is going to need a Part 2 because this is going to be longer than I thought😅

[ivy-stjames]

I’LL TAKE CARE OF YOU → ivy + julien

WHO: @ivystjamess && @julien-schuester WHERE: the shawnee country club pool WHEN:  tuesday morning, july seventh WHAT:  ivy has a big secret and an even bigger mouth. with julien being the only other one around, she can’t help but both literally and figuratively spill her guts. 

possible tws: pregnancy mention, teen pregnancy, vomit mention.

IVY:  THE SKY WAS BURNT A SHADE OF RED THAT ONLY MEANT DAWN WAS BREAKING. if not for her sour mood, she might have enjoyed the pretty shade. tired from a long night of bickering with both julien schuester and her boyfriend, ivy st.james stood slumped and reluctant at the pools edge. she didn't often work mornings at shawnee, yet there she stood, fishing trash and leaves from the pool and preparing for a full and busy day. unfortunately for her, despite their blow out, julien stood nearby, net also in hand. usually ivy really liked work, she liked getting to spend the time with julien, but today she was giving him the full blown silent treatment. that was probably for the best though. julien just looked hungover. and ivy? well ivy was experiencing some nasty morning sickness, but from an outsider perspective, she probably seemed just as hungover as the male besides her. she worked in silence, yawning and tossing the occasional glare in julien's direction as if to silently tell him 'you missed a leaf'. the sloshing of the pool water and the back and forth morion of the net weren't doing much for the overwhelming nausea she felt. ivy felt like she could collapse at any moment. she was sweating way too much for the sun to not be fully out yet. eventually, ivy stopped fishing out any muck from the water as she struggled to get a grip. it was becoming increasingly difficult to focus on anything other than the churning in her stomach and the unmistakable salivation at the back of her throat. with a final lurch of her stomach, ivy's eyes went wide and she broke her silence with an "i'll be right back!" before letting her net sink to the bottom of the pool and sprinting off to the bathroom. Ivy didn't keep track of how long she had been gone. between the tears and the hurling and the absolute miserable attempts to comfort herself, time seemed nonexistent. while, the nausea eventually subsided, a muffled sobbing remained.  she was pregnant. there was no denying that anymore. and god did she feel scared. leaning pathetically against the wall of a stall, she froze as she heard the bathroom door creak open. frantically, she tried to wipe her tears, but by the time the stall door was opened and julien was hovering over her, it was no use. "julien i. . ." she wanted to yell, scream at him to get out and leave her alone, but she did nothing of the sorts. instead, ivy found herself breaking down into tears again and repeating, "im sorry. . ."

JULIEN:  Julien strongly disliked the opening shift at work. He was a teenage boy, so naturally he liked sleeping in. But every now and then he was unfortunately tasked with what Shawnee liked to call the ‘sun rise’ shift. This meant he had to show up extra early to make sure the pool area was clean and ready for the week ahead, especially if there were any swim meets scheduled. Usually only one person was on schedule for the shift, sometimes two. He liked it way better when he wasn’t working alone because then he at least had someone to talk to and goof around with. But Julien’s luck was clearly shot because on this particular Tuesday, his co-worker on schedule was Ivy. On a normal day, this would’ve been ideal. But after their very weird and unwarranted fight? It was kind of awkward. Julien was doing his best not to let the tension get to him, but that was hard given the fact that Ivy had decided they were fully not speaking to each other. Sure, he had said some harshish things the night before and he was paying for them today with his hangover, but this felt like an overreaction. Whatever, if she wanted to be mad, then fine. Julien connected his phone to the bluetooth pool speakers and started playing his ‘songs girls should sing to me in glee club’ playlist as he bobbed around the pool, raking the leaves out of the water. He stole the occasional glance at Ivy, but more often then not she was looking away from him or glaring. Julien was reaching a breaking point and was about to break the ice when Ivy’s eyes went wide as she dropped her skimmer into the water and bolted towards the bathroom. “What the hell, Ivy?!” Julien called out after her, groaning as he ran (breaking the #1 rule) to where she’d been standing and submerged his arm into the water to fish out the pole before the net sank to the bottom of the pool. Was her behavior concerning? Yes. But it was probably something dumb, knowing her. Plus, he’d learned his lesson about checking in on her. But then one song turned to three and then to six and Ivy still hadn’t come out of the bathroom. Okay…maybe something really was wrong. Julien tried to ignore his gut feeling, but it got to be too much to bear. With a sigh, he put his skimmer down along the edge of the pool and cautiously entered the girls bathroom. “Ivy?” he called out, bending down and looking underneath the stall doors for feet. When he caught a glimpse of someone sitting on the ground, knees hugged to their chest, his fight or flight kicked in. With a lot a worry and a little bit of physical force, Julien was able to pull open the stall door only to reveal a fallen apart Ivy on the ground. “Hey…” he sighed out, brows furrowed as he dropped to his knees next to her, “jeez, are you okay?” Julien took one glance at the contents of the toilet and quickly flushed it before he reached for the toilet paper and tore a bundle off the roll. “What are you sorry for, legs? It’s okay,” he said quietly, offering her a tiny smile as he handed her his makeshift tissue. Without thinking twice, Julien sat down and extended his legs in front of him so that Ivy was essentially sitting in between them and wrapped his arms around her. “You’re okay…” he repeated, over and over until the dust seemed to settle and then he asked, “what happened?”

IVY:  IVY COULDN'T EVEN FULLY COMPREHEND WHAT ALL SHE WAS FEELING. humiliated, horrified, heartbroken to name a few. if she could've willed julien out of the bathroom, she would've, but once the pair locked eyes it seemed to confirm julien would indeed be staying. she didn't want anyone to see her like this. she didn't want to see herself like this. pregnant and pathetically crying at her place of work wasn't really good for her image. to make matters worse, julien had to walk in and suddenly it was no longer as simple as a few little white lies to cover up the incident. through muffled sobs, ivy wiped around her mouth and uselessly tried to dry her still falling tears. everything was very rapidly becoming real and ivy wasn't sure how to handle that. she lived in a world where if she wished hard enough, she wouldn't have to come face to face with her irresponsibility, yet here she was, having to look it dead in the eyes. the vomiting sent ivy into an entirely panicked state and while she was better by the time julien found her, it was only slightly. the extent of her heaving and tears had only been seen by the likes of her older sister and that was over a year ago when emory caught her and the very boy who was now wrapping his arms around her. their nonsensical fight hardly mattered anymore. julien's arms around ivy were oddly medicinal and unashamed, she leaned into it. while it aided her pounding heart, there wasn't much she could do about the tears. still, in this frantic haze, ivy found it somewhere within herself to apologize for the arguing that had taken place less than twelve hours prior. "i'm. . . i'm sorry for like being mean in our texts. . ." she stammered only for a disgusting hiccup and sniffle combination to follow. ivy wasn't sure when the tears stopped, but they did. her head rested against julien's chest and she listened to his quick yet steady beating heart to soothe herself. the thumping coming from behind his rib cage combined with the distant music playing and the birds chirping was enough to placate ivy. she didn't dare move from her place in julien's arms as if she would get upset all over again if she so much as blinked it was all okay, julien had said so, right? "can i tell you something?" she asked in a near whimper. the words tumbled out of her mouth before she could think and once she got confirmation from julien ivy instantly word vomitted, "i'm pregnant."

JULIEN:  Julien and Ivy had arguably seen each other in their most desperate states. After everything went down with Emory, they were both distraught by the situation. Julien had never felt that low before and he knew that at the time, Ivy hadn’t either. But whatever was happening now felt…immeasurably worse. With his arms wrapped around her tightly, Julien wracked his brain trying to figure out what was making Ivy crumble like this. Was she hurt? Sick? Did someone do something to her? Had it been Leo? He’d kill him if so. But Julien had no idea. He tightened his hold on her, gently rubbing the side of her arm to try and calm her down. Slowly but surely, the heaving decreased and she was able to speak, albeit not super clearly. Her stammering and stuttering was hard to follow at first, but when he realized she was trying to apologize, he just shook his head. “Don’t be sorry, I was being a drunk jerk and stuff,” he assured her, resting the side of his face against the top of her head as he held her closely. Was she crying because of their stupid fight? No, there was no way. Even though Julien knew that logically, he instantly felt guilty for being so harsh with her the day before. “I’m sorry for being so aggressive yesterday,” he whispered, “I’m sorry.” As her tears started falling again, he tried to keep his movement minimal as he reached for more toilet paper and carefully started dabbing her cheeks before deciding it was useless. He dropped the crumpled up paper into the toilet and assumed his earlier position with both arms wrapped around her. “We’re okay,” he assured her as he crossed his legs at his feet so he was essentially cradling Ivy in his lap. Time always had a way of stopping when they were together. It was like whenever Julien was in Ivy’s presence, she was his focal point and he lost track of everything else. All this to say that he wasn’t sure how long they sat on the ground together for, but eventually the crying stopped, her body stopped shaking, and his own nerves calmed. Despite whatever shitty circumstance had led them to this point, there was a weird safety he felt with her in his arms like this. Whatever she was going through, he’d help her through it however he could. That was what friends were for, right? When she croaked out her question, Julien nodded and muttered a quiet, “yeah, of course.” He was already sitting pretty still, but when she revealed what had her so worked up, he felt the weirdest sense of relief. Julien didn’t know much about teen pregnancy. Sure, he’d had a scare or two in his life, but most of those were born out of paranoia more than actual cause for concern. He’d always been safe, just like his parents and siblings had taught him. But he’d also been taught that if something ever did happen, there were options. Lots of ‘em. “I thought you were hurt,” was all Julien could think to say at first, unable to hide the sympathetic and warm smile tugging at the corners of his lips, “but that’s okay, right? I mean, everything is going to be okay.” As the situation set in, he realized it was still a big deal. He was glad that it wasn’t something worse, but still, Ivy was only sixteen. “Look at me,” he finally said, keeping one arm around her and reaching the other one up to her cheeks to gently wipe away any remnants of tears with his thumb, “I’ve got your back, okay? If you wanna just like sit here and cry and stuff, we can do that. I’ve got you.” And then he wrapped his arms around her again, not wanting to push her too far in any particular direction. He didn’t know if he was saying the right things, but he felt that if he could just communicate to her that no matter what, she would have him? Maybe things would be okay…even if it was just for a moment.

IVY: NEXT TO ELI, JULIEN WAS PROBABLY THE ONLY OTHER PERSON WHO WAS A NATURAL COMFORT TO IVY. and that was simply no small feat. sure, she was bold and open, but she was also sensitive. even ivy st.james had her own secrets. if they were to see the light of day, they needed to be handled with care she needed to be handled with care.  usually it was eli who did, sometimes julien, and more recently leo from time to time. with his arms around her and his cheek atop her head, she felt the safest she had since taking a those tests. that safe feeling came easily, it was innate even, like the first breath of air upon emerging from water or falling asleep after a long day. if she hadn't been so gutted, she probably would've had it in her to laugh as julien uselessly attempted to blot away her tears. as he further apologized, ivy didn't speak. she just slumped into julien even more than she had previously. while his words were appreciated, she couldn't reach deep enough within herself to reciprocate. ivy resented rory, rory resented ivy, that's how it was, but up until last night julien had nothing to say about leo, so she would bite her tongue about julien's girlfriend. it was common courtesy right? even if the thought of rory and julien's relationship made ivy's stomach flip all over again. at his 'we're okay ivy weakly repeated the words and nodded as she nestled into julien. at her confession,  ivy was expecting anger, disappointment even. but in came julien with just the right things to say and a gentle touch that made her feel like the only reason she had to be upset was for not believing she could handle this. the more and more he elaborated, the better she felt, but still, she didnt want to move from her space where she was essentially being cradled. if ivy had this situation go her way, like most things did, she would choose to stay in julien's arms. but they would have to leave eventually, keep working, but right now all that mattered was that she was okay and julien had her back. ivy no longer felt like crying, but her body felt airy, like she was trying to float away from earth and julien's grasp was the only thing keeping her there. when had they formed a bond like that? since emory things had been weird, and apart from last night, that tension had been shed. she didn't reflect on the topic long before blurting what needed to be said. "you like can't tell leo." ivy murmured. though the crying had passed, her voice was tinged with that unmistakable raspiness of a heartbroken girl. "nobody knows." she whispered, remaining still. "just you." as she added those final words, she held up a pinky and looked to julien, eyes wide, brows furrowed, and lower lip trembling like she would crumble any minute. "promise?"

JULIEN:  The day had quickly taken an insurmountably unexpected turn—and all before 9 in the morning. Ivy was pregnant. The Ivy St. James, whether she liked that namesake or not. This was a big deal and the longer Julien sat on the cold tiles of the girl’s bathroom floor with Ivy balled up in his lap, the more he understood that. What did she need right now? Support, of course. Love. Understanding. No judgment. All things Julien was pretty good at giving, no questions asked, especially to her. So he leaned back comfortably against the wall of the stall and kept his arms around her firmly. He was prepared to stay there all day if needed. Was that logical given that pretty soon they’d actually have to go back to work? No, of course not, but still. Ivy was Ivy—strong, bold, full of fire. Seeing her this broken up was unnerving and Julien wanted more than anything to take away any bad feelings she was having. He hated seeing the people he cared about like this. Julien’s playlist eventually ended, so the music that had been playing softly in the background of their intimate moment ceased and was replaced with a comfortable silence. He lost track of how long they sat there for, him holding Ivy and her leaning into him weakly as her tears dried on her cheeks. He took the quiet as a good sign—at least there was no more sobbing. It meant that she was calming down and coming back down to Earth with him. A start. Julien knew there would be a lot more to say and a lot more to figure out, but none of that needed to be handled at this exact moment. All that Ivy needed right now was to know that she had someone who was in her corner, no questions asked. He was happy to be that. When he felt her shoulders tense up again, Julien pulled back slightly to look at her. “What?” he asked when he heard her speak, at first not sure if he’d heard her correctly. And then came the rest. Nobody knows. Just you. He felt a pang in his chest when she’d said it. It wasn’t that Julien felt pressure about being the only person who knew. He was fine with that. But something wasn’t sitting well with him about Ivy not being able to tell Leo. But he wasn’t about to pry…not when she was in this state. So they’d table that discussion for a later date. When she lifted her hand and looked at him with those big, blue eyes, he nodded. “I promise,” and without any hesitation, he linked his pinky with hers and gave it a squeeze.

END

[the-one-photographer-quinn]

Stop Being Stubborn ||| QUINN & SANTANA

TAGGING: Quinn Fabray & Santana Lopez ( @misslimaheights )

TIME FRAME: August 04, 2018

LOCATION: New York’s Private Hospital

NOTES: Santana visits Quinn after she wakes up from her coma.

WARNINGS: There are triggers in this self-para. Please, think about yourself before you open it. OOC before IC! Hospital TW, Drugs TW, Alcohol TW, ETC.

Santana got everything settled with Brittany and Aria before heading off to the hospital. She spent the morning training an assistant and he was still following her around. For now, Julien was her assistant and it was nice. “Stay here,” She told him before knocking lightly on the door. She waited to hear the come in before making her way in. “Hey,” she did not like seeing Quinn hurt but she was alive and that is what mattered… she would not cry, she refused to cry.

Quinn just wanted to leave the hospital. She just wanted to go back home, relax and rest as much as possible, and then get back into work. The blonde should start filming next week, but now, here she was, in a hospital room. When someone knocked in her room on that afternoon, she was hoping that it would be the doctor but no, it was Santana. "Oh, it's you..." She said surprised. The very first days in the hospital were lonely, but now, tons of people were finally stopping by, and she hated to admit it, but she loved the attention. "Shouldn't you be with your family?"

Santana expected that response, she expected Quinn to be cold towards her. Especially because she waited so long to come to see her. “I wanted to give you some time, they were only letting the family in for a while.” She walked over to the chair next to Quinn’s bed and sat down, “and yes I should but we’re all worried about you. Brittany would be here if she wasn’t ill, I dropped Aria off at daycare.” She was trying to speak matter of factly, afraid to break down in front of Quinn. “I came today because I needed to see you, I needed to see my friend… my family.” God, she felt the tears coming and she turned her head away slightly. “I’ve been so scared, Quinn, scared you wouldn’t make it. I kept my distance because I couldn’t-” She broke down.

Quinn was not expecting that. She was not expecting Santana to break down, not there, not in front of her. And right now, she had no idea what she should do. She was not used to having Santana so fragile in front of her. She wanted to just stand up and hug her, but she couldn't. "I... Santana... Don't cry." She said as she looked around and tried to figure out a way to comfort her. "Don't cry, please."

Santana rubbed at her face and slowly got up and made her way over to Quinn. She carefully leaned in to hug her, careful not to hurt her. “I love you so much, damn it and I don’t know how to process all of this.” She pressed a kiss to her forehead, twice, “One from me and one for Britt,” She sighed and pulled away slightly. She wanted to say she was sorry a hundred times but she couldn’t, she was both sorry and not sorry. “You’re our best friend, Britt wants to be here so bad but she is so sick. Aria can’t even be in the same room as her, I would have brought her but I didn’t want her to see you so hurt.”

Quinn was a little uncomfortable with the hug, as always. She never knows how to respond to human contact, but as soon as she got used to it, she relaxed and smiled at the hug. Quinn loved when people showed love, of course, even if it took her a few to get used to the human contact. "There is nothing to process, Santana. I had a small accident, but I am going to be fine. It was nothing." She said, once again, not paying much attention to her accident. She hated when people would lose their lives, or stop doing what they were doing because of her. She hated it so badly! "See? Your family needs you, go home, be with them. And send my kisses and hugs to both Brittany and Aria."

Santana’s eyes went wide before narrowing into slits. Small accident? Nope, don’t freak out, don’t freak out. “It was more than a small accident but I’m not going to argue with you. I’m not here to debate things or cause you stress, I just came to see you.” She realized that Quinn wanted to get rid of her, or maybe it was something else? She didn’t know but she wasn’t ready to leave just yet. “Small accident,” She mumbled under her breath and huffed, “I will give them all my love when I’m done with you. You’re not getting rid of me just yet, so-” She placed a kiss on her forehead and smiled. “Deal with me for at least another few minutes.” She stayed close but gave her some space.

"It's not that I am trying to get rid of you, I just don't want you to waste your time here with me, when you could be with them." Quinn shrugged and sighed out. "It was a small accident. I mean, yes, it was dramatic and I could have... I mean, I kind of dead in reality. But I am getting better now." She shrugged. "I don't like when people waste their time with me, with visiting me."

Another few calming breaths to steady herself, she didn’t understand how Quinn could be so blase about almost dying? She wasn’t going to cause her any stress, she would yell at her later- when she was past recovery. “Being here with you is not a waste of time. My friend was in a serious car accident and I want to be there for her. I’ve known you for a very long time, almost ten years.” She took both of her hands and ran them through her hair in frustration.

Was Santana getting frustrated? Oh no no, she was going to start screaming... In Spanish, right? Quinn bites down her lip as she looked up at Santana and nervously she shrugged her shoulders. "Are you going to start screaming in Spanish? Because I don't think I can take that yet. And not in a hospital..." She admitted and just shrugged again. "I just hate when people have to change their routines because of me."

“No, I’m not going to start screaming in Spanish, that comes later when you are fully healed and I can enjoy it.” She smirked and straightened herself up, “I got a bunch of things to do but I wanted to stop by and check on my friend. I always have things to do, it’s my job to constantly be moving and doing things.” Santana had her phone on vibrate, it was going off constantly but she was ignoring it- because Quinn is important. “This change of routine is not a big deal, because you matter more than anything else right now. Instead of standing in a hospital, I could be by your graveside and I am not okay with that image. I love you too much, it would break me and- and I need a change of subject before I start crying again.” She grabbed a tissue from a side table and dabbed at her eyes.

"No, you shouldn't scream in Spanish, point!" Quinn pointed out. She hated when Santana got like that because it was very scary, and the last thing she wanted was to have someone else being angry at her. Wait... Santana was one of those that got mad at her when she first woke up. When Santana said that she could be by her graveside, Quinn's eyes opened widely. Now she really thought about it, about how dangerous it was, about how she could be dead right now and sighed out, "I am not. I am here, and I won't go anywhere. Just probably with Saphira on a trip, nothing more." She shrugged with a tiny giggle to try and make Santana smile too. “Also… Are you happy? I mean, with the baby? St. Berry’s child?”

“No, I really shouldn’t but sometimes I can’t help it.” She pointed back and dabbed at her eyes, trying to keep her makeup in place. She always wore waterproof mascara but she didn’t want to have tear stained cheeks. “I’m not going to lecture you on the situation because I’m sure Saph has done that already. Point is, you could have gone somewhere and I can’t think about that right now.” When Quinn asked about St. Berry baby, she knew this was a stressful topic about to arise. “Rachel will be getting an earful about keeping things from me- again, in the near future. As for the baby, she wasn’t planning on this to happen but it did- which means I have to talk to her producers and it’s a whole thing. Also, I’m not going to talk about this with you- because you need to remain calm and stress-free. One of us should be stress-free,” Santana gave her a smile.

"But it's scary! I hope you don't scream in Spanish when you are around your daughter, Santana. You will get the little one all scared of you." Quinn pointed out, just trying to make Santana smile with her stupid jokes, just not wanting to see her best friend crying. "I was dead. Saphira told me that. They had to actually bring me back. I have some... Scars... All over my body. And marks from when they tried to bring me back to life on my chest. It's a little... Excuse me the words, fucked up." She said with a sad face on. Now she had two marks on her chest from when they tried to make her breathe again, they said those marks would be gone soon, but still. She sighed out when Santana said that about the baby, and about Rachel and just nodded her head and looked down, showing how sad she was about all this.

“Quinn, I don’t yell or scream around my daughter. At least she hasn’t seen my brand of crazy yet,” She could see the smile on Quinn’s face and shook her head, “Not funny, Fabray,” She didn’t get a chance to joke back, not when Quinn started to talk so nonchalantly about death. Santana felt her chest tightened, she was dead, she had stopped breathing and now- “Why would you tell me that, what on earth makes you think I want to hear that?” She yelled, “I can’t with you, you're sitting there talking about death as if it’s nothing.”

Quinn's machines started to beep like crazy, only showing that all this was causing her some stress. She took a deep breath and closed her eyes, "Could you... Could you please just... Shhh." She whispered as she tried to control herself and her own breathing. And once she was stable enough and the machines were back to normal, she looked up at Santana and gave her a tiny smile. "I am fine. I am here! I am trying to make jokes about this because I don't want anyone to cry about it. I am alive, we should celebrate it, and not think about what could have happened."

Santana stood up and tried to get herself under control, “I can’t hear about your near-death experience, I can’t- not right now. It’s still fresh and I’m still trying to handle it and not fall apart.” She walked closer to Quinn and looked down at her. “I care about you too much, I can’t think of you that way.” Leaning in, she pressed a kiss to Quinn’s forehead. “Trust me, I’m glad you’re okay and that is all I need to know.”

Quinn sighed out and just shook her head, “I am okay now.” She whispered softly once Santana kissed her forehead, “I am getting better and trust me, nothing will ever stop me from annoying you.” She giggled softly, and cupped Santana’s cheek with her good hand and kissed her forehead this time. “But, I don’t want you to ever again, stop doing whatever you were doing because I got in trouble.”

Santana couldn’t understand why she was still making light of what happened? “You better not stop but you making light of what happened, that needs to stop. You need to come to terms with what happened and not pretend everything is okay.” She leaned in and gave her a kiss back, sighing. “And you also need to deal with everyone loving you. I’d hope everyone would do the same for me, Quinn, it’s a normal response to worry.”

"Okay, I am sorry. I was just trying to... You know, I don't know. I was trying to make you feel a little bit better because I am in fact better." Quinn said with a sigh as she took Santana's hand and gave it a gentle squeeze. "I am not trying to pretend everything is okay because it's not. I had the cops coming over as soon as I was awake to ask me questions, to see if I remembered something. This is not funny or something light, but we have to try and pretend it is, or else, we will end up getting depressed. I can't keep living my life all sad because of this accident." She said with a sigh. "It's normal to worry, but not normal to drop everything on the other side of the world to come to NY just to see me."

“I guess,” She didn’t see things the same way as Quinn but it was pointless to argue. “I’m just glad you’re okay,” She took a breath and plopped back down in the chair. “I was In Ohio, it’s not a huge deal. The furthest two out was Smythe and Hunter but they care about you,” Santana checked her phone and sighed, “I just want you to take it seriously, more than you have been.”

"San... Please, try not to stress out." Quinn sighed out when the only response she got was a simple 'I Guess'. She shook her head and shrugged, "I am better than I was yesterday so, I think that is good?" She smiled and just took Santana's hand and tangled their fingers together. "I don't want you all to worry about me. I am getting there, I am getting better. With time, I am getting out of here and I will be bothering you all again." She giggled softly, and sighed out, "I am taking it seriously, trust me. I am just trying to cheer you all up."

“I appreciate you trying to make us feel better, but you don’t have to do that.” She looked up and smiled, giving her hand a squeeze. “Also, I live in the world of stress. I can’t remember the last time I wasn’t stressed- and that has nothing to do with you. Work, mostly- thank god I have an amazing team who handles things for me.”

"So, that has to do with me too. I mean, let's be honest, Rachel and I are causing you a lot of drama. And more is coming if she decides that she really wants to be with me." Quinn said with a sweet smile, she was hoping that Rachel wouldn't change her mind. This whole accident was a mess, but after Rachel's visit, everything looked so much clear in her head, she was just hoping that she was not making movies in her head.

“That’s the problem with the two of you, you always think it’s about you. Sure, this whole cheating thing isn’t ideal but I have other stresses. I run an entire business, I have people who I pay and people who pay me. I have at least thirty clients,” Santana stood up and started to pace, “A few permanent clients and the rest are all temp-workers. I also do freelance things, where I hire people for other people to get jobs done. HBIC isn’t just in the entertainment business, you think I can live off of Berry’s salary? You know me, I have expensive tastes and those cannot be ignored.” Santana smirked.

Quinn sighed out and shook her head, "That was not what I meant." She pointed out, "I was just saying that maybe you were stressed out because of what we did, because of the cheating." She shrugged, "I know you have your own life everything out of the Berry's world, but you know what I was trying to say." She shrugged, "You have expensive tastes, even more, when it comes to my cars." She laughed loudly.

“Yes, you and Berry are very stressful but it’s only a small blip in my entire world.” She sighed as her phone beeped again, this time she silenced it. “I was told not to stress you out, so I will refrain from making a sex in your car joke.” Santana walked closer and gave her another kiss. “I love you, Fabray, you get better- okay? Just stop being so stubborn and be safe.”

Quinn nodded her head as she kissed Santana's cheek a kiss and just smiled, "I will be safe, and I will, for sure, learn how to take care of myself too. Also, if anything, I can always call my sister, and she will be here to help me. Go, and please, take care of you and of your family." She pointed out with a smile. "And send a kiss to your girls!"