Quinn arched one blonde eyebrow in Santana's direction as she played keep away with her shirt. It was like nothing had happened and Quinn realized the full weight of what she had just done. She had unburdened herself on her friend for nothing. Santana wouldn't remember anything except for what Quinn wanted her to remember.
Still it felt good to get the story off of her chest and when she smirked at Santana in satisfaction as she jerked her shirt away from her and back on, it felt genuine. It really was as if nothing would happen and now Quinn didn't have to worry about Santana keeping her secret. She didn't need that burden, it was Quinn's to carry alone. The faster she realized that the better she would feel.
"I told you I could handle it myself. The infirmary needs you more than I do."
There were no tears in Quinn's eyes, just firm resolve as she watched Santana get up and move across her cell.
"Wait," she said suddenly before Santana could leave. She paused and turned to look at Quinn. The blonde was biting down on her lower lip as she thought about what she really wanted to say here. What she couldn't say and what she could. Quinn's life was a lie now and there was nothing she could do about it.
"You look kind of blotchy so maybe you should try and get some sleep," Quinn said in a clipped voice instead.