Okay.. I know that it has been quite a while since I updated so please try not to kill me! I have no abandoned you just yet..

I thought up some pretty good ideas on where I want to go with this fic so I decided to start it back up again.

Let me know what you guys think and if I should continue it and also I love to hear your opinions and ideas so keep those coming! :D

Let's get to it..

Outbreak
Chapter 4: snap out of it

"Fuck" Santana whispers as she stares at the familiar, tall clumsy boy in front of her, carrying a very unconscious, and a very bloody Quinn Fabray in his arms.

His eyes are red and rimmed with tears as he quickly jolts into the house once the door is opened. He doesn't stop to hesitate before he lets out a painful cry and drops to the floor, obviously tired from carrying Quinn all the way here.

Santana doesn't move an inch. She stands still with a stony expression on her face as she listens to the panicked screams of Rachel and Finn while Rachel tries to look for the source of bleeding that seemed to be coming from beneath the blonde's shirt. She swallows and slowly moves a shaky hand to her hair. She wants so badly to help but she can't move. Her feet are frozen in place. This was all becoming way too real.

"Are you just going to stand there or are you going to help?" There was something about hearing Finn, of all people, Finn yell those words at her that make her finally snap.

She quickly pushes past Rachel who has now began frantically trying to call someone on her phone, and grabs her former best friend's hands.

"Quinn" she screams in the blondes face, wiping the blood from her cheeks.

"Please wake up Quinn, don't do this DAMNIT", she yells, slapping the blonde on the cheeks a couple times.

She watches as Quinn's eyes flutter open slightly before quickly closing again. She feels relief flood through her entire body. Quinn wasn't dead.

"We need to do something. Fast" Comes Rachel's cold voice from behind her. She can see the fear in the brunettes eyes, she knows exactly what the small diva is feeling. She feels the exact same thing. Fear.

She knows that her and Quinn haven't exactly been very close lately, but they had been best friends once upon a time, and seeing her laying on the ground, vulnerable and hurt it made her insides churn.

Santana leans down and clamps her teeth over the corner of Quinn's shirt before pulling on it, ripping the fabric easily with her teeth. She guessed that Brittney's old sexual fantasies of clothes being ripped off came in handy.

She rips away the remainder of the shirt before quickly scanning her eyes over the blonde's stomach, looking for any sign of teeth marks or scratches. She was shocked by what she saw.

Nothing. There was nothing, no bite marks, no scratches.

She looks at Rachel who is staring at Finn with curious eyes. The boy seems to realize what both of the girls had thought before he threw his hand to his mouth.

"She wasn't bitten", he yells at them, eyes wide like a puppy dog "we were being chased and she slipped down the front stairs and hit her head"

Santana doesn't know whether to feel angry or relieved. She decides to go with angry.

In one swift move she has the boy pressed up against the back of the couch.

"YOU MORON" She screams in his face, shoving him violently "you didn't think that it would be a good idea to at least MENTION the fact that she was okay before you came storming in here? She has blood on her shirt for gods sake."

She lifts her right hand ready to give Finn what he has had coming to him for the past three years, but she is quickly interrupted by the small hands that have just wrapped around her stomach and are now pulling her back.

She turns around with fire in her eyes, ready to snap at Rachel, but the look on the smaller girls face throws her off.

She's smiling. Smiling, at a time like this.

Before she can say a word, Rachel leans forward and presses her lips against the shell of the Latina's ear.

"Now that's the Santana that I know", she whispers before she walks towards the couch and grabs a blanket, carefully placing it over Quinn's unconscious body.

She leans her head against the wall and rubs her temples.

Well fuck. She was pretty damn sure she was in love with Rachel Berry.

Let me know what you think and if I should continue!