"No. Nobody can know about this, Santana." Quinn was terrified as she pulled away from Santana. "I know there are other supernatural people here and that's fine or whatever for them but I don't want to be one of them. I never wanted this." There was a problem with that logic because being a siren was the only thing that had kept Quinn Fabray alive. If she wasn't one she would have drowned and that would have been the end of her.
In that moment Quinn realized that she couldn't trust Santana. She couldn't trust anyone. She couldn't trust her with this. This baggage was Quinn's and her's alone to carry. She couldn't have Santana knowing what she really was.
But in that moment she didn't care. She just wanted to unload and be comforted for a little while like a normal person. Was that so wrong? It was easy to take comfort in Santana and Quinn cried until she had no more tears left to cry. Eventually she pulled herself together and wiped away the remaining tears with her fingers.
"Thank you for listening to me. And you're right. No one will ever know." Quinn gave Santana a sad smile. Because she was going to have to do something to her friend now that she had hoped she wouldn't have to.
I don't even know myself at all I thought I would be happy by now The more I try to push it I realise – gotta let go of control
As she sang she reached out and took hold of Santana's hand lightly.
Gotta let it happen Just let it happen It's just a spark But it's enough to keep me going And when it's dark out, no one's around It keeps glowing
Her voice grew slightly more steady as she sang to Santana in her sweet sounding alto. She wasn't a belter like Rachel or Santana or Kurt but her voice was pretty. It wasn't about the voice though, it was about her web of influence. As she sang, she reached out with her voice to feel the little bits and pieces that made up Santana's mind and then she overrode them with her own memories. Santana had just come in and changed her bandage and it looked like her wound was healing normally and healthy. Quinn could take care of her it herself now.
Every night I try my best to dream Tomorrow makes it better Then I wake up to the cold reality And not a thing has changed And the salt in my wounds isn't burning anymore than it used to It's not that I don't feel the pain, it's just I'm not afraid of hurting anymore And the blood in these veins isn't pumping any less than it ever has And that's the hope I have, the only thing I know that's keeping me alive It's just a spark But it's enough to keep me going And when it's dark out, no one's around It keeps glowing