LbN: Just a quick drabble. New poll is up, if you want to vote!

Something woke Quinn up. She sat up in bed slowly. Perfectly still, she listened, and realized it was the sound of a car coming up the road. Quickly, she threw on some clothes and made sure her dad's shotgun was still in place on the dresser. She peeked out from the curtains and watched as the car drew nearer to the house. The light from the lighthouse across the lake illuminated the road, and she recognized the car as it pulled into the driveway.

Santana came through the door a couple minutes later. "Quinn."

"Mom told you where I was."

"Yeah."

"Did she tell you what happened?" she asked, a frown marring her face.

"Yeah. And I don't fucking care," Santana said, walking closer to Quinn. "I'm not going to let you hide away alone here. I'm not going to let you face a shit storm alone just because…." She trailed off, looking away.

"Just because it was Rachel I killed," Quinn finished in a whisper.

Santana took a step closer, and pulled Quinn into a hug. "I don't care what anyone else thinks. I know it was an accident."

Quinn sobbed onto Santana's shoulder. "I miss her. I didn't mean to—"

"I know. We're going to get through this, Q. No matter what."