Author's Note: Watching "Dance With Somebody" breaks my heart just a little bit. I love the song, I love the way that Brittany sings it, but what I do not love is the moment when she tries to get Quinn to join in with her. The look on Quinn's face in that moment just breaks my heart. This story came from that moment, and as such, it's been written in like fifteen minutes and not really edited. Please, read and review!


Tears welled up into Quinn's eyes, her hands tightening on the arms of her chair as she struggled to press down on the urge to cry. She didn't want to break down in front of the Glee Club, something fragile inside wouldn't let her show her feelings even to those that she knew wouldn't berate her for them. The girl's body shook, shivers running up and down her spine at the end of the song.

They didn't understand.

It wasn't that she didn't want to dance. It was that she couldn't. She just couldn't dance. Not even in the way that Artie managed to. It was a simple, undeniable fact. She could not dance.

"I've got to go." The blonde haired girl stuttered out softly, though no one was listening to hear it regardless. In the absence of words, the girl turned her chair haphazardly and pushed herself out of the auditorium, a tear running down her cheek as she pushed through the doors.

She didn't want to be broken. She just was. She was broken, utterly and completely, in every way, from her spine to her heart.

"Quinn, wait up!" A voice called from down the corridor. A voice that Quinn both recognised and adored, but she couldn't face the dark haired girl with tears running down her cheeks so she just continued to roll herself down the corridor. She hoped that the Latina would take notice of her silence, take it as a sign not to follow her, but internally she knew that she wouldn't. That was just the type of friend that Santana was.

It took less than a minute for the Latina to catch up to Quinn. A few seconds after that the blonde haired girl felt a hand on her shoulder forcing her to turn to look at the dark haired girl. Quinn kept her head down low, begging the girl not to see her tears, begging her to understand that for once she didn't want to reveal her feelings.

"Why are you running away?" Santana asked before recognising the choice of words and hearing the sob fall from Quinn's beautiful pink lips. It was at that moment that Santana finally understood, and her heart broke even further.

It was an undeniable fact that Quinn Fabray was a dancer, an athlete and a performer. She had been performing since she was a little girl in one way or another, whether that was the Mathletes competitions or the Cheerleading Nationals. It was what she did. Yet now the beautiful blonde haired girl was in a wheelchair, unable to do the one thing that she wanted to do more than anything, and Santana had just been singing a song about it.

"Oh fuck," The dark haired girl breathed out heavily, her heart shuddering in the middle of her chest as she dropped to her knees in front of Quinn's chair so that she could look into the girl's eyes. "I'm sorry, I'm so fucking sorry. I didn't think. I didn't realise. That song, we should never have done that song."

"It's not your fault." The blonde girl whimpered as another tear raced down the contours of her face to drip off the end of her chin. "You can dance, it shouldn't matter…"

"Yes, yes it should." Santana growled out softly, placing her hand on Quinn's thigh and squeezing, even though she knew that the blonde haired girl couldn't feel it. "It matters Quinn, you matter you matter so much. I'm your friend, your best friend, I should have realised that singing that song was stupid but I didn't think. You're allowed to hurt; you're allowed to feel absolutely fucking rotten because you can't do something that you love. I'm the one that should be crying right now because I'm a shitty friend."

Tears ran down Quinn's cheeks, one after another dropping onto her lap as she openly cried, her eyes locked with Santana's deep brown orbs. "I didn't think it would hurt this much." The girl whimpered trying to breathe through her tears. "I thought I could…"

"You don't have to do anything on your own." Santana whispered, kneeling so that she could wrap her arms around the blonde haired girl's waist, tugging her forward just enough to comfortably press her face into the crook of Quinn's neck. "You don't have to go through this by yourself Quinn, I'm here. Whenever and wherever you need me, you don't even have to ask."

"I…" Quinn's voice cracked as she tried to speak but in the end, all she did was tighten her arms around Santana to hold on tighter. The embrace said all the words that she couldn't. It told Santana everything she needed to know,

"Thank you."