Warnings: G!P Santana and Quinn.
Rachel was laying on the couch watching funny girl for the umpteenth time, hoping her favorite movie would make her feel better. She had called into to work today when she woke up with severe nausea. She had just started to doze off when she heard the front door lock turning. A second later she heard footsteps making their way to her, but she didn't have the energy to get up and greet their owner like she usually would.
"Hey babe, I'm home how are you feeling?" Santana asks as she walks into the living room.
Rachel responded with a slight shake of her head and a frown on her face.
Santana squats in front of the couch, "Aww that bad baby? Why don't you go take a nice warm bath while I make you some soup. How does that sound?" she asks while moving some hair out of Rachel's face.
"I don't want to move." Rachel whines.
Santana kisses Rachel's forehead "I know you don't baby, but it'll make you feel better I promise."
Rachel concedes with puppy dog eyes and says "Ok, only if we can watch Funny Girl in bed and cuddle after."
"Of course babe, whatever you want." Santana says with a smile on her face even though she absolutely despises the movie now, after practically being force to watch it 1,000 times this year alone. She could probably recite the whole thing from memory word for word. No scratch that she definitely could, but she hasn't seen Rachel this sick before and it's really starting to worry her. So whatever Rachel wants, Rachel gets.
Rachel responds with a week smile and a peck on Santana's cheek "Thank you baby, you're too good to me".
Santana stands and gently pulls Rachel off the couch "Ok of you go" she shoos her off with a light slap to her behind. Then she turns towards the kitchen to begin the soup, but before she can take a step she stopped hearing Rachel's voice.
"San..." Rachel says weakly
Santana turns just in time to see Rachel collapsing to the ground. "Rachel!" She yells out and reaches her just before she hit the ground. Santana's cradles her head in her lap trying to wake her unconscious girlfriend. "Come on baby wake up please! Let me see those pretty brown eyes. Baby please wake up!" She reaches for the home phone on the table next to her. "Pick up, pick up, pick up!"
"911, what's your emergency?" The 911 operator asks.
"My girlfriend just collapsed, and she won't wake up!" Santana cried.
"Ok darling what's your address? I will dispatch an ambulance to your location." The woman on the other line asks.
Ok so I'd just like to say I am in no means a writer. I have never written a story in my life! I have been reading fanfiction like crazy for the past few months and have had this story line stuck in my head for about a month or so and it won't go away. So I decided to see what happens. Please let me know what you think and if you want me to continue. If I continue I'm not sure how long this story will be but I know I have at least 5 chapters or so floating in my head at the current moment. I'd also like to go on record now saying I am horrible at grammatical accuracy and I own it I'm doing this for fun and hoping to get story out of my head. ALSO it goes without saying but I do NOT own any of the charters etc…
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*** chapters get longer btw this was just a little intro :)