A/N: Holy shit! Another update! Bet you didn't think it would be so fast, did you? Anyways, this one is pretty much full of fluff, but it has the craziest cliffhanger, so I hope you can handle the drop. I'm so thankful for all of the views and follows, they really mean a lot to me. If you guys have any ideas you would like me to incorporate, I'd be happy to listen and do my best to make you all happy. Also, any constructive criticism is completely welcome, I'd love to hear from each and every one of you.

Without further adieu, I present the next chapter. Enjoy, lovlies!

Disclaimer: Glee isn't mine, just so everyone is clear.

Chapter Eight: Pillowtalk

The Spider-man mask fills her vision and the musk of the man overpowers her senses and suddenly she's falling. "Don't fight it," a disembodied voice says as she is suddenly being held to the ground. Her side burns with the pain of a fresh slice to the side. Her body is suddenly hurled against a wall. "Lucy Caboosey!" a high pitched voice yells inside of her mind. A solid punch connects with her stomach and Quinn falls onto her knees. A small puddle is on the ground and she sees Lucy in the reflection. The water ripples and Quinn suddenly appears. "Don't disobey me again." A strong hand grips her high pony and pulls her along the pavement. Again, she falls. She fully expects to hit the ground, but something catches her. "Quinn," a soft voice calls. She looks around and catches brown eyes. "Quinn!"

She wakes up, drenched in her own sweat. "Quinn?" Frannie is looking over her. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah," she responds as she cranes her neck in order to crack it. "Just another dream."

Quinn's nightmares have been increasing recently, ever since the stair incident. Frannie nods, and decides to let it go for now. There isn't much to do for Quinn in the terms of nightmares, anyway. "C'mon, we gotta get ready."

Thankfully it's Friday, so just one more day of faking it and she's golden. After getting her uniform on and tying her hair up, she sets to work on her makeup. Santana has been showing her neat little hacks and tricks to make her skin smoother and looking natural.

The two head out of the house and slink into Frannie's car. It has become routine to meet Santana at either her place or the Forester's place. They pull up in front of both houses and Frannie notices that Mrs. Lopez's car is in front of the Forester's house and not in Santana's driveway like usual, so Frannie parks on the street and walks over to the house. She barely knocks before Santana rips the door open, tripping on the skirt she's trying to pull up. Her hair is a mess and her toothbrush hangs out of her mouth.

"Wow, Santana, you really know how to get a guy going," Frannie says, chuckling.

"Oh, shut up," Santana mumbles around the toothbrush. She pulls it out and spits at Frannie's feet. She jumps and squeals. "Are you coming inside or not? It's cold as fuck and I need to get ready."

Laughing, the two sisters cross the entryway and head straight to the kitchen. "Hey, girls!" Amber is in the kitchen, cooking breakfast for everyone. Two coffee cups are on the counter, Quinn's blue one and Frannie's green one. Santana's red coffee mug is next to the coffee maker where a fresh batch of coffee is being made.

"God, what is the secret to your coffee?" Frannie asks as she visibly shivers from the first sip. Even Quinn has to admit, this shit is better than Starbucks.

"Yeah, seriously. What is it?" Quinn asks as she warms her hands by wrapping her fingers around the mug.

Amber chuckles and plates the eggs and bacon. Extra bacon for Quinn. "I like to sprinkle it with cocaine so you keep coming back for more."

"Babe! You weren't supposed to tell anyone!" a voice sounds behind them, and it's Brad coming down the stairs in his traditional suit and tie. He comes around the kitchen island to peck his wife on the cheek.

"How's the new movie going?" Quinn asks, mouth full of bacon.

Brad straightens his tie in the reflection of the microwave. "It's good. We are trying to find a filming location for a certain scene in the movie, but I'm sure we'll get it down."

"I have full faith in you, pops." Santana is the next one to come down the stairs, uniform, hair, and makeup all in place. She wraps her arm around Quinn's waist to give her a side hug and Quinn's stomach jumps. It seems familiar somehow. She shrugs it off.

Quinn peeks around the living room, from what she can see, Charlie is absent. "Where's the little guy?" she asks to no one in particular.

"Sleeping," Santana grumbles.

Amber chuckles again. "His school has a teacher work day."

"Awwww," both Quinn and Frannie groan in unison.

"I know right?" Santana scrapes the bacon from her plate onto Quinn's and starts on her eggs.

Needless to say, the bacon was gone in seconds.

Brittany joins her two best friends right before they enter the school, as usual. The hall parts ways for them, as usual. They go to their lockers, as usual. Everything seems to be the same that day, just how Quinn likes it. Predictable.

"Quinn!" She turns around to see the quarterback, Finn, blundering down the hallway. When he gets to her, he creases his brows. "Are you okay?" he asks. She nods. A few people turn to look at the confrontation. "Um," he looks around. "Do you have a second?"

Santana is watching Finn like a hawk as he pulls her off to the side. She positions herself so she can still see Quinn as the two talk.

"So, what happened last night? Are you okay?" Finn asks, concern laces his voice and Quinn isn't used to hearing that from a guy.

Quinn sighs and looks at her feet, knowing that she's about to lie to someone again. God, she hates it. "Yeah," she begins, looking back up. "I think I ate something bad earlier, and I threw up."

"So, you had Santana pick you up?" He glances to the cheerleader who looks completely involved in conversation with Brittany.

"Yeah, she's my best friend," she answers without thinking. At least that part wasn't a lie, she thinks.

"Okay, but, um, why did I have to say I walked you home?" He seems skeptical. Then again, he kind of should be.

Quinn shuffles. "My parents are, uh… They have really high standards. Like Harvard standards. It would just be really embarrassing if I came home early from a date because I threw up, y'know?"

He relaxes. "Oh, yeah. That makes sense." He fiddles his fingers. "Do you maybe want to go out again this weekend? I can take you to Breadstix." He looks hopeful when he asks.

Of course Quinn flashes her signature smile. Of course she says yes. The picture perfect cheerleader captain dating the picture perfect football quarterback. Of course. He hugs her goodbye, and even after he is out of sight, she still feels him on her. It makes her want to shower.

"You good?" Santana asks as soon as she's close enough to whisper to Quinn.

She nods. "Yeah, we'll talk in class. C'mon." She takes Santana's hand and they both walk to their first class. When they let go to take their seats, Quinn's hand is still warm. It makes her want to keep the heat. She lazily relaxes her leg to rest against Santana's. She doesn't feel the need to shower anymore.

The three girls walk out of the double doors of the school. Brittany says her goodbyes and something about her cat, Lord Tubbington, before taking off towards the silver minivan waiting in the parking lot. Frannie meets them at her car. The best thing about both Frannie and Quinn being on their respective Cheerios teams is that they both get out at the same time.

"Hey, I was thinking…" Santana starts.

"Oh, god. We all know what happens when she does that," Frannie says, miming a head explosion.

"Shut up," Santana says, feigning anger. "As I was saying, I was thinking you guys could spend the night at my place?"

Frannie and Quinn look at each other. "We can just say we are practicing a cheer routine. One we already know."

"Sounds good," Frannie agrees as she opens the door. They pile in and head to the Fabray's household.

The girls go over the plan while they make the short drive to Quinn's house. Knowing how bigoted Russel is, both girls suggest that Santana stay in the car while they talk to "Daddy". The lie is successful as both girls come out of the house with huge grins on their faces, which in turn makes Santana smile as well. They pull up to the Foresters' and all walk through the door. Amber is sitting on the couch with a plastic cup full of soda. Charlie can be heard thumping down the stairs to greet Santana.

"Santa!" he squeals as he jumps onto her torso. She's quick to catch him and hoist him onto her hip.

"Hey, little man." She scuffles his hair. "How was your day off?"

"Awesome," he replies as she sets him on his feet. "Hi Quinn! Hi Frannie!" He waves to the sisters.

"Hey, bro!" Frannie replies.

Quinn responds with, "Hey, you. Enjoy your awesome day?"

He nods enthusiastically and then runs off towards the basement, probably to play with his toys. "Hey, mom!" Santana yells from the kitchen as she gets to work brewing a pot of coffee. She pulls out the three mugs and sets them next to the pot. "Is it okay if Quinn and Frannie spend the night? If not, we can just go to my house."

"Are you kidding? It'll be nice having witnesses around for when you get all moody," Amber deadpans.

While the two sisters chuckle at the joke, Santana pouts. "I do not get moody."

"Yeah, okay."

Santana continues to pout. "Aw, c'mon, San. You're not that unbearable," Quinn chuckles as she moves to hug her friend.

"Yeah, it isn't that bad being your friend." Frannie moves to Santana's other side and both girls crush the Latina in a hug sandwich.

"Can't…breathe," Santana huffs.

They let go and chuckle.

"So…" Frannie starts. "Got any video games?"

A shit-eating grin takes over Santana's face. "Oh yeah, if you're prepared to lose."

"You underestimate my power," Frannie responds.

"YOU CHEATED!" Santana screams as she is shot for the fifth time in a row by Frannie. Quinn sits, sipping her coffee and chuckling every once in a while.

"No, you just suck," Frannie responds as she looks through the scope of her sniper rifle. Another shot sounds and Santana's character falls to the ground. "Boom, headshot! I win."

"Screw you." Santana crosses her arms and moves to the couch where Quinn is sitting.

Frannie sets down her controller and moves into the recliner. "Let's watch a movie."

Santana shrugs. "Okay." She picks up the Xbox controller from where she left in on the floor and turns Netflix on. "What kind of movie?"

Frannie looks over to how Santana and Quinn are sitting on the couch. There's definitely enough room for her to sit, considering how close the two girls are, but she remains in the recliner and smirks slightly to herself. "Let's watch a scary movie."

"Fran!" Quinn whines. "You know I hate scary movies!"

Yeah, but I'm sure San will protect you, Fran thinks to herself. "C'mon, Quinn we're right here, and nothing will happen to you."

Shoving Quinn's shoulder, the Latina interjects as well. "Yeah, Q! Let's watch a scary movie."

"Fine, fine," the blonde says.

Internal fist pump for Frannie.

Frannie, the little demon she is, suggests The Conjuring. It's about halfway through the movie, and Quinn is basically hiding behind the blanket. She doesn't even think her sister has even watched a quarter of the movie. Meanwhile, Santana is extremely engrossed in the movie, not really paying attention to Quinn.

The older sister rolls her eyes. Things are not going the way she wants them to. Just when she's about to think of a plan to get them closer, a scene makes Quinn squeal and bury her face into Santana's neck. The Latina tenses for a moment, but then hesitantly puts her arm around Quinn in order to keep the blonde calm. Santana's eyes flick to Frannie and catch the older girl snap her neck back to the TV. Weird… she thinks, but her attention is quickly brought back to the screen.

The credits start to roll and Quinn peeks out from under the blanket. "Is it over?"

Santana pats her shoulder and withdraws herself from the blonde's embrace. She had eventually wrapped her arms around Santana, and almost squeezed the life out of her, much to Frannie's amusement. "Yep, it's over."

The blonde throws the blanket off of them. "Thank god. It was getting hot and I'm hungry."

"Tell us how you really feel," Frannie says as she chuckles and gets to her feet.

They all head up the stairs and the smell of pork roast infiltrated their nostrils. Santana swears she saw Quin floating towards the food.

"What were you guys doing down there? I thought someone was getting murdered," Amber says, back still facing the girls.

Santana pulls out a chair at the dinner table. "And you didn't even bother to check on us?"

"I assumed you would hide the body pretty well," Amber snaps back with that legendary wit of hers.

"Touché."

During the meal, Quinn's cell phone starts to ring. She looks at the caller ID, and see's Liz's name flashing across the screen. "Uhm," she looks at Amber. The way she looks at her, is a kind of look that the woman hasn't really seen on a lot of faces. It's a look of fear. Not only fear, but also a look of resignation, almost acceptance, and something else she can't put a finger on. Maybe expectancy.

"You can take the call, sweetie," she says, as if it were obvious.

Quinn nods in thanks and excuses herself from the table. Amber looks to Santana and Frannie, but they are both extremely interested in their meals. She chews on that thought while she takes another bite of her broccoli.

"Hello?" Quinn asks into the receiver.

"Hey, you!" The voice automatically makes Quinn smile. "How're you?"

"I'm good, just having dinner with Santana and her family. I'm spending the night too. Even Frannie is here," Quinn gushes.

Liz smiles as she walks around her condo. "That's so great! I'm glad you have someone like Santana in your life." Liz moves to stand in front of her calendar. "So, I was wondering if you wanted to have dinner in a couple weeks. My brother is coming in from out of state and I was thinking it could be a kind of family thing. Santana is welcome to come, too."

Quinn peeks into the dining room and she sees Santana laughing at the fact that Charlie missed his mouth with the mashed potatoes. Said food is now dripping down his chin and onto his plate. Amber sticks a napkin to his chin and everyone starts to laugh harder. "I think that would be amazing."

"Perfect! I'll call you when I know the exact dates. I just wanted to know if you would be interested," the nurse says.

"Of course! I'll talk to you later."

"Bye, Luce," Liz says before hanging up.

Her stomach flips at the mention of the name, like it does every time, but she never lets it show. She walks back into the living room to see that Santana has mashed potatoes around her mouth and Frannie has some on her cheek. She easily forgets the feeling in her stomach when she feels something warm and mushy hit her forehead. Amber sits across from her, licking her fingers. "You shouldn't play with your food, Quinn," she says. Quinn scrapes off the blob of food and flicks it at Amber.

"Neither should you."

Dinner with the family has never been so amazing.

"The guest room has a twin bed, so I guess one of you gets the couch," Santana says, pulling extra blankets from the hall closet.

"Mine!" Frannie darts down the hall, checking rooms for the guest room, and then runs the other direction when she doesn't find it. "Still mine!" she yells when she eventually finds it. She enters the room and then slams the door. The door opens a crack and Frannie says, "Night!" and the door closes again.

"I don't want to sleep on the couch…" Quinn whines. She juts her bottom lip out in a pout and Santana rolls her eyes.

"I have a queen so I guess you can sleep in my bed?" Santana opens the door to her room and Quinn trots in to jump on the bed. "Alrighty then," she says as she lays more blankets on the bed in case Quinn is a blanket hog. She settles herself under the covers and flicks off the lamp on her nightstand.

A couple moments later, Quinn whispers, "Do-do you have a nightlight?"

"Oh, um, yeah. Hold on." The Latina gets up and moves to the bathroom that's connected to her room and flicks on the light and then cracks the door to only let a little light in. "Is that okay for you?"

Quinn nods and Santana climbs back into the bed. Suddenly, she feels a weight on her arm. Quinn has rolled onto Santana's side, like she does when she sleeps in Frannie's room. "Is this okay?" she asks.

Santana nods, figuring that Quinn is used to sleeping that way at home since things are so dysfunctional at her house. She warps an arm around Quinn and gets a little more comfortable. Her chin comes to rest on top of the blonde's head. "Yeah, it's nice."

As she starts to drift off, she feels a hand wrap around her waist. "Thank you, San."

The next morning, Quinn wakes up, feeling extremely refreshed. For once she can't even remember her dreams. The refreshment is so foreign that she doesn't even know when to do with herself. She looks up and sees that Santana is still sleeping, so she lays her head back down on her chest. Her hand starts to absent-mindedly run up and down Santana's arm. She starts to play with her sleeve and notices some kind of mark underneath.

She slowly rolls up her sleeve and is shocked by what she finds. Fading scars litter her arm along with scabs of more recent cuts. She bites her lip and pulls her sleeve back down. Her eyes meet the ceiling and she lays there just kind of thinking about nothing, except it wasn't really nothing. A thousand things were running through her mind so quickly that it felt like nothing was going through her mind.

"Hey," a raspy voice sounds. She looks over at her friend and she is rubbing the sleep out of her eyes. "You okay?"

"Yeah," she responds, almost too fast. "Yeah, I'm good."

A/N: Yay! Another chapter done! I hope you guys liked it, and please review, you know I love them. I can't wait for you guys to read the next chapter, it might take a while to write as I have a busy week coming up and I'm not sure how I want it to go, but I promise that I will in fact write it. Love you guys, always! SC