Long time. This is a one shot from a prompt I got on tumblr. But I could continue it if people want me to. Still writing No Feelings- just taking a little bit to actually write again.
Enjoy.
Rachel Berry- SO sick of being sick!
Santana looks intentely at the status that had just popped up on her newsfeed. Maybe it's just Rachel being the drama queen she is known for, but maybe, just maybe she is really sick.
"Rachel Berry never gets sick" Santana mumbles as she walks away from her laptop. Grabbing her things and getting ready to go to her part time job at the coffee shop.
Santana was in college, until she realised she just really hated everything about it; the students, the classes, the teachers, just everything. She decided to just get a part time job and figure things out from there. That was three months ago. To be honest she was completely lost, yeah her passion was for music and she's performed acoustic sets at the coffee shop a few times, but that's about it. As she heads into work she checks her facebook only to see anothe Rachel Berry status update.
Rachel Berry- I actually feel as if I'm dying... Someone help me!
Santana can't help but feel an odd urge to help this girl, she barely ever experiences sickness, but it's been over a month since she's seen the tiny girl and I guess it was safe to say they didn't end on good terms. But more on that later.
Santana decides to just fuck it and help Rachel out, even if it pains her to see this girl. She tells her boss she'll be back in like an hour
"Family emergency!" Santana yells as she storms out of the coffee club.
Santana grabs some flowers and soup on her way to Rachel's place, Santana didn't stop to think whether or not Rachel still lived in that apartment, but that small fact didn't matter at the moment.
Her knuckles bang against the tough wood of Rachel's door. The sound of coughing can be heard through the wood, followed by the unlocking of the door and finally the opening. Rachel stands there, looking just terrible; her hair's a mess, her clothes look like they haven't been washed in days. She starts to stutter, clearly shocked by Santana's sudden reappearence.
"I know, Rachel. And I'm sorry. But you're sick, just let me help you" Santana whispers with tears in her eyes. "I brought flowers" Santana sadly laughs as she holds the flowers in front of her. Rachel opens the door just enough for Santana to slip through, shocked Rachel is yet to say a word. Santana turns to place the soup on Rachel's kitchen table, but when she turns around she is practically tackled by the smaller girl holding on to her as if her life depends on it.
"I've missed you so much" Rachel whispers into her hair as she holds on tighter.
"I've missed you too" Santana whispers back, stroking the smaller girl's hair, loving every minute of the embrace. Rachel slowly pulls back to have a coughing fit.
"Now let's get you better" Santana says as she pulls Rachel towards the bedroom.
Should I continue?