Chapter 8

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---- 87 days left ----

"Let me get this straight, you said all that shit, and she still hung out with you? Oh Q. Either you have massive charm skills, or she's REALLY into you. And we know the first ain't true." I shook my head and laughed. After taking another sip from her wine glass, she continued. "So what's your plan of attack? You didn't text her immediately after right?" I had not, I was the HBIC for a reason, I know how to play a guy, or a girl. I moved the wine bottle farther away from her.

"I think I'm just going to slowly tare down Jessie, and show her what she has to gain from me. My time is limited though, I'm leaving in three months."

"You're going to win her over just to leave? That's cold, even for you. Didn't they call you the snow queen at one point?" I rolled my eyes, and she laughed.

"I need to break up those two, shes not happy with him and I came here to make her happy. If she ends up with me that's an added bonus. But, I'm focusing on the present, what should for like, a job?"

"Well, in terms of Jessie I completely disagree." Her wine slopped over everywhere as she gesticulated. I raised an eyebrow.

"Oh and what would do you think I should do?"

"Well today's your lucky day cause Auntie Snixx just arrived on the bitch town express. Here's what I suggest we do, we know that Jessie character is a fuckboy right?"

"Yeah I guess so." I moved the bottle to to other end of the table, she didn't seem to notice.

"Rachel just has to catch him cheating, easy." She said with a shrug.

"Okay, but with who, if we egged him on with any gleeks he would know immediately."

"Leave that, to Auntie Snixx. Just be there to comfort her when she finds out."

"I'm not sure Santana, this is a little drastic."

"One, It's Snixx, two, Live a little Quinn! Take risks!" She caught my nervous expression. "You want Rachel to be happy right?" I nodded. "The longer she's in this relationship the more unhappy she is." She took a swig from the wine bottle.

"Wait, how-"

"I'm taking that as a yes! Now there are plans to be made! Go off and polish your glasses, or something. I have work to do!" She grabbed a vodka bottle from under the couch and poured it into the wine. She winked. "Run along Q. There's work to do! Hey that rhymed!" I left before she could continue with the next joke.

I did plenty more research into the mental hospital, and determined I could visit her either today or I could go tomorrow and spend more time with her.

I got ready to.

"Hey, San, I'm heading out." I paused in the door way, watching as she put down her vodka bottle, a smile curving my lips.

"Shhh! I'm on the phone!" She mouthed at me and I left. A taxi passed and, another, and another, before I could finally get the attention of one. I really need a Rachel!

The interior of the hospital was cold, probably too much air-conditioning, it was clean, and mostly white metal. The lady at the front desk gave me a stern look before retuning to her work. I went through several security measures before getting to her.

"Excuse me ma'am." She looked up. "I'm here to see a patient." She gave me another look. "Brittany S. Pierce."

"Identification please." I heard her mutter something while I rummaged through my purse. I finally pulled out a driver license. "Lucy Fabray?"

"That's me."

"What is your relation to the patient?"

"I'm an old friend." She raised her eyebrows.

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