"Quinn, I've changed my mind this is crazy." Santana turned around and started to walk away but she wasn't quick enough and Quinn grabbed her by the arm.

"Oh, no you don't Santana you aren't backing out now that we are here. Rachel called in a huge favor to get this appointment for me. Do you realize there is a 6 month waiting list to get an appointment and Rachel was able to get you one in less than a week?" Quinn stood there on the sidewalk outside of the building with her hand firmly around Santana's arm so she couldn't runaway.

"Yes, I know your hobbit called in a huge favor to get this appointment for me because she won't let me forget it. She's going to hold this one favor over my head for the rest of my life. This is just too weird Quinn please don't make me go in." Santana gave Quinn her best puppy dog pout.

"Santana, you know that pout doesn't work on me like it does your so called girlfriends. I'm not going to give in to you because I don't find you adorable like they do for some reason. Now let's go inside before you are late for your appointment." Quinn opened the door with her free hand and guided Santana through the door with the hand she still had on her arm.

Santana groaned, "You are such a bitch sometimes Q!"

"Just sometimes? I must be losing my touch." Quinn winked at Santana which caused her to roll her eyes.

They walked to the elevator and waited for what seemed like forever to Santana. "We only need to go to the second floor can't we take the stairs?"

"You know it's better for you if we take the elevator." Quinn looked at Santana with eyes that said you know I'm only worried about you.

"Fine will wait for the elevator but please remove your hand from my arm. Don't worry I'm not going to run away. I'm only staying because I don't want to have to listen to Berry bitch at me about not appreciating her setting up this appointment."

The elevator doors opened and Quinn removed her hand from Santana's arm but she made sure Santana got into the elevator first just in case she made a run for it. The elevator stopped on the second floor and when they walked off the elevator on the wall were arrows telling you which way to go for different room numbers. They were going to room 232. Quinn started walking to the right and Santana followed her with scowl on her face the entire time. When they reached room 232 Quinn opened the door and motioned for Santana to go in first which Santana did reluctantly. There was a woman probably in her 40's sitting at the reception desk. She looked up when Santana and Quinn walked into the room. "May I help you two young ladies?"

Santana just stood there until Quinn nudged her in the middle of her back. "Oh, yeah. I'm Santana Lopez and I have a 10 o'clock appointment."

The receptionist handed her a clipboard and asked Santana to have a seat and complete the form that was attached to the clipboard. Santana and Quinn sat down. "Typical I'm going to have to fill out page after page of information about myself. By the way do you know my insurance won't pay for this?" Quinn ignored Santana because she knew it was the best thing to do when Santana was whining like this. Santana looked at the form on the clipboard and unclipped it and turned it over with a confused look on her face. She got up and walked over to the receptionist. "I don't think you gave me the right form. All this is asking me for is my name, date of birth, address, and phone number. Oh and allergies. Where is the rest of the useless information you usually fill out?"

The receptionist smiled at her, "You have the right form because it's the only form we have and what's on there is all of the information we need to know about you."

Santana walked back to her chair and sat down. "Santana, what is your problem? Why were you giving that woman a hard time?"

"Look at this form it doesn't ask for much information about me. They usually want to know if you drink or smoke. If you are sexually active, if you use birth control, when your last period was, when you lost your virginity." Santana put the form on the clipboard and started filling It out.

"You really need to get laid Santana to release all of your pent up tension."

Santana scowled at Quinn, "Please explain how we got on the subject me needing to get laid? Besides you know I haven't exactly been able to fool around much lately because of the pain."

Quinn put her hand on Santana's leg, "I'm sorry San, I know it hasn't been easy for you the past couple of months."

Even though they fought and bitched at each other Santana didn't know what she would do without Quinn and even Rachel too. "I can't believe there's no place on this damn form for me to even tell them why I'm here. How are they are going to know how to treat me?"

Santana completed the form and returned it to the receptionist. She sat back down and just stared straight ahead wondering why she was even here. She knew why she was here because nothing had been able to help her pain since the accident and the surgery. A few minutes later a young woman came out of door and called Santana's name. Santana looked at Quinn before she got up from the chair and Quinn looked up from the magazine she was reading and winked at her which made a small smile appear on Santana's face.

Santana followed the young woman who took her to a room that had a chair in it that looked like a stripped down dental chair. There weren't any arms on the chair and it was currently in an upright position. "Miss Lopez have a seat. Ms. Pierce will be right in."

The woman started to leave the room when Santana spoke up, "Excuse me don't have to strip down and put on one of those awful paper gowns?"

The woman smiled, "No you get to keep your clothes Miss Lopez. Just relax."

Santana relaxed back into the chair. She wondered what Rachel had gotten her into this time. Santana noticed a certificate hanging on the wall in a frame. She got up and walked closer to it so she could read it. Brittany Susan Pierce, Certified Touch Therapist Santana closed her eyes and just shook her head thinking touch therapy it sounds like scam to me.

"You giving up on me already Miss Lopez?"

Santana whipped her head towards the door and saw a tall, blonde, standing there in tight skinny jean, a big white button down shirt, and a pair of yellow chucks. Santana's eyes looked into the woman's mesmerizing blue eyes and she suddenly felt flushed and dizzy. Santana hurried back to the chair before her knees went out from under her.

Brittany walked into the room and closed the door. She walked over to Santana and put out her hand, "I'm Brittany Pierce. It's nice to meet you Miss Lopez."

Santana reached out and shook Brittany's hand and she was glad she was sitting down because her hand tingled actually tingled from Brittany's touch. She cleared her throat before speaking. "Nice to meet you too. Please c-c-all me S-Santana." Santana couldn't believe she was stuttering like a teenage boy. After all she was a lady killer she usually had women eating out of hand or somewhere else.

"Great you can call me Brittany. So let's get started. While I'm enjoying your very soft hand Santana you are going to have to let go of my hand so we can start with your therapy."

Santana felt her face get hot from embarrassment as she let go of Brittany's hand. Santana tried to collect herself maybe this touch therapy was just what she needed after all.

TBC

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