Hello Everybody!
Let's just say this happened early Season 2 :D
CHAPTER 1
"Santana, I m going to kill you," said Quinn through gritted teeth. It was the second time since they got out of the freakin' auditorium that her second in command accidentally slipped (nothing major, just a little slide) on the damned, thankfully deserted, hallway. Quinn wouldn't normally have a problem with Santana's huge ass kissing the floor; heck, she would probably mock the Latina and laugh out loud at her clumsiness. She's not laughing today though...not when half her body weight is being carried by her two on-and-off best friends. Goodness... not today...
"Geez Quinn, it's not like I'm doing it on purpose," Santana said with an eye roll. "Besides, it's not my fault the pyramid came tumbling down." Quinn didn't miss the ridicule in the Latina's tone and she definitely didn't miss the mocking smile that came with it. "And the slushy you threw at Berry earlier made the floor slippery. So, I say it's your own damned fault, Q."
Something sizzling swelled inside Quinn's chest. She stopped and faced Santana with fire dancing in her hazel eyes, "I swear the next time-" Fuck! God, that hurt! Quinn let out a groan as she realized that she unintentionally put her injured foot down. Her living crutches looked at her with concern. Well, at least one of them did.
"D'you want me to carry you instead?" It was Brittany, of course. "I could carry you like a bride or like a sack of pota-
"It's ok, Britt. We're almost there anyways." The mental image of the taller blonde carrying her like a bag of potatoes was not a pretty sight.
"Okay. Though you know I could carry you, right? San said that you're heavy as a whale now after you had Beth but she's wrong. 'Cuz if you are then we wouldn't be able to hoist you up that pyramid." Brittany paused for a moment to think then continued with, "Though the pyramid did collapse so maybe-
"I'm fine walking, Britt." Quinn didn't like where Brittany's sentence was heading.
"We're doing all the walking. You're hobbling," said Santana with an infuriating smirk. "I vote for the potato sack carry."
Hazel eyes met brown ones with fury for the second time, "Really, I'm good walking."
Brittany nodded then turned her attention to Santana. The usual softness in the blonde's eyes hardened. "San, be nice. Quinn's hurt so we should be taking extra special care of her."
Quinn could tell that Santana was itching to say something venomous but Brittany's gaze shushed her up.
"Say sorry, San."
Though in pain, Quinn couldn't stop the chuckle coming from her bloody and bruised lips. The owner of that damned foot who made contact with my face is so gonna be dead... or even better, kicked off the Cheerio's.
Santana gave Brittney an incredulous look before saying, "You're kidding, right? It's not my fault Q-ball here made the freakin floor slippery."
"San..."
"Okay, you know what, I'm blaming the smurf instead."
Brittany was about to say something but Quinn just had to cut her off. As much as she enjoys seeing Santana whipped, she is desperate to get to that clinic and then hopefully go home. God knows how bad this day is already going. "It's fine, Britt. Being nice'll kill her. Santana'll melt or crumble before us." Pain or no pain, she just couldn't help jabbing at the She-Satan. "Wouldn't want someone to slip on the floor because of her ashes."
Expecting a fierce comeback, Quinn was surprised when Santana kept her mouth shut and just rolled her eyes. Santana then turned to Quinn and adjusted the injured blonde's arm around her own neck and shoulder. Quinn swore she heard the Latina murmur something along the lines of heavy bitch before resuming their agonizing trudge to the school clinic.
They were almost there and the head-cheerleader could already imagine the soft white bed and that heavenly ice on her sore ankle. Oh shit. My freakin' ankle. The sudden urge to hit somebody overwhelmed her. Santana would be the perfect target but said girl is busy holding her up at the moment so striking her would result in a more painful injury. She doesn't doubt that Santana would permanently maim her in a heartbeat. Shit..Shit..Shit.
It was already nearing Regionals so an injury would be the worst thing possible at the moment. Sure, she's got a bloody lip and the small cut above her left eye fucking stings, and yeah, her ribs are also a little sore but it was that damned ankle that could really jeopardize her spot. Her newly regained spot at that. Coach Sylvester's going to kill her. She needs this competition if- "Santana! Fuck, I m really going to murder-
"Sorry, sorry," said Santana and Quinn thought that maybe she actually heard a hint of remorse and sympathy from her frenemy's apology. "But damn, Q, maybe you should ask the doc something for that swearing problem of yours." Maybe not. Oh God, I should've just crawled...
"We're here!" Brittany sounded so excited that Quinn was scared the taller blonde would jump up and down. Thankfully, Brittany's foot stayed firmly planted on the ground as she knocked on the school clinic's door. "Everything's going to be alright now, Quinnie-Puff."
Quinn was so relieved to hear footsteps from the inside getting closer to their side of the door that she let Brittney's degrading nickname slide. Finally. Things couldn t get any worse, right?
The door swung open revealing a beaming Jacob Ben Israeli sporting a band-aid on the bridge of his nose. "The Doctor will see you now." He then skip-walked passed them, a smug look plastered on his face.
Okay, that was not creepy at all.
The trio continued their way inside the now empty clinic and sat themselves on one of the pristine looking infirmary beds as they waited for Dr. Grey or the school nurse to meet them. Quinn was already replaying the accident as clearly as possible in her head so that she could explain it properly to Dr. Grey when...
They heard shuffling inside the doctor's office. "I'll be right out!" called someone from the inside. Wait... that voice...
Fuck
The doctor came out, head bowed while writing something on the clipboard she's holding. "I'm sorry, but Dr. Grey's not here at the moment. She will be back as soon as possible though and I can assure you that I'am completely qualified. One of my fathers, Daddy, is a doctor and I happen to..." The doctor raised her head then.
Shit
"Quinn?"
Great. Rachel Freakin' Berry... complete with labcoat and a Dr. tag... lucky day...