The day Rachel Berry is sick.

"Quinn?"

"Mmmm?" The blonde peeked one eye open to find Rachel sat up in bed, her pallor obviously not as vibrant as usual and instead, was a very quaint pastel green.

"I don't feel well."

"Awww, come here baby." Quinn cooed and pulled the sickly looking girl onto her lap and nuzzling her gently. "Now tell me how you feel."

Rachel nodded meekly as she was wrapped up in Quinn's arms, burying her face into her short blonde hair. "I'm so tired, and I ache everywhere. My head hurts when I move it and I feel like I'm going to vomit."

An immediate oh, followed by a grimace came from Quinn, with an additional placement back onto the other side of the bed as she disappeared to fetch a bucket left Rachel feeling worse than before. "I figured you'd want something like this if you felt that bad baby." She mumbled as she saw Rachel with her head in her hands.

"I'll be okay." She sighed and peeked at Quinn through her fingers, watching her walk back into the room with a damp washcloth, two white pills and a glass of water and place them on the bedside table.

"Quinn, come here," She huffed and added "I'm not going to vomit on you again so stop worrying and get over here." Quinn nodded as she sat herself on the edge of the bed, scooting a little closer when Rachel grabbed her arm and pulled slightly.

"Better?" Rachel nodded and placed her head on the centre of her back.

"You smell so pretty."

"I do? I haven't even showered yet."

"Yeah, you do smell good." Rachel blushed brightly against her back, incredibly glad that she couldn't see her. "Quinn," she murmured.

Before she could finish her sentence, she vomited down Quinn's back. "oh shit."