Santana could feel Quinn’s pain. It felt as palpable as the blanket beneath them. It dug into Santana’s chest and burned as it made it’s way down to the pit of her stomach. The Slytherin felt like she would never eat again. The pain of this knew knowledge taking up all the space inside her. “I’m sorry,” Santana all but whispered. She felt really bad that Quinn had been made to hold on to such a horrific secret. It was an extreme burden for a kid to carry.
“I know you had to brake your promise,” Santana stated softly, “But thank you for telling me…I had to know.” Her eyes were now tracing the patterns of the Ravenclaw’s blanket. Neither girl seemingly able to make eye-contact. They now shared a secret that neither one of them wanted.
At the time, Quinn wanted more than anything to shout from the rooftops that some asshole violated her friend and that she needed help, but she couldn’t. All of the words she wanted to say formed a rock in her gut that she’d carried for three years. “I know you did, it’s the only reason why I even told you,” she murmured.
She gathered the strength to look up at Santana. “She needs you,” she said outright. “I’ve… got things to sort out, but you’ve gotta go to her. She loves you so much,” she continued, a tear finally sliding down her face.