Foundations
Disclaimer: I do not own Glee. I make zero profit from this. The characters are most definitely not mine, or something along these lines would have been canon.
This whole thing is just a random thought that popped into my head. So, I decided to keep an open fic where I will just add random one-shots/drabbles sporadically, or really if and when an idea may pop into my mind and I manage write it down before it flies away again.
One
Sometimes her rebuilt hip aches from the cold. Sometimes the pain paralyses her once again and she can't walk, or even stand. Sometimes it causes stinging tears of pain.
On those times she becomes self conscious again. She hides her pain with bitchiness and a cold, unemotional expression. She won't let you see the small scars that mar her skin across her thigh and up to her waist, around to her spine and back to her navel.
You know to spot the signs now. A small, permanent line between her brows; dark emerald eyes instead of bright hazel; limping more than the usual nobody-who-isn't-you-would-notice; snapping at inane things, things that she usually gives a wry smile at. Sometimes, because she's in such a terrible pain filled mood, she adds more sugar to her tea; she usually has one and a half, not half the tub.
When the first sign comes you make her favourite coffee. Toffee caramel coffee with extra cream on top and a dash, or more, of brandy.
With the second - the darkening of her eyes as she hides the crippling pain - you wait until she's asleep and rub your hands up and down her leg and side. She'd never let you do it while she's awake, but in sleep she's free, her forehead uncrumples and her tense muscles relax as your hands work away the knots.
The third, when she starts to limp, she gets ansty. She can't sit still for a long time because she starts to seize up. So you make elaborate schemes up - she has to help you with cooking (washing up after you, getting all the plates and bowls you need); she has to dance with you on the Wii, and you make sure to do it half heartedly because that way she thinks she's doing it better and it makes her mood lift, even though her movements are stiff and rigid; the both of you have to walk every night with the dog, even though at best you usually take him on long walks on the weekend, not weekdays.
When she gets mad, she gets angry. Angry Quinn means angry, frustrated sex. This means she likes to be top, she likes to control the speed, which is always fast and rough. You wait for when she pauses, when she rests her head against your collar bone and releases a shaky breath against your neck, one that has nothing to do with your, really rather enjoyable, activities. When she does, you take control, you hold her tightly against your body - still unsure how you both manage to gasp at the contact in sync - and flip over so she's lying against the soft mattress. You let her think Snixx has come out as you devour her, and you internally sigh as she breathes and groans and moans your name.
When the tears come as she nurses a mug filled with more sugar than tea you grab the electric blanket, three or four films, lock the doors and close the curtains firmly. You make her some tea she'll actually enjoy drinking and grab as many snacks as you can find in the house. Then you gently lift her legs up and sit under them as the first movie comes on. When she looks at you with that expression, the one that shows exasperated amusement through her swimming eyes, you know she appreciates it.
As she falls asleep during the third film she's laid against you, with her head resting on your chest and her hands fisting your top. You've been rubbing her leg since the beginning of the second movie and she hadn't noticed, she even leant into your warm hands.
"Love you, Q." You mummer, and punctuate it with a kiss as her fists loosen too.
"Umm, me too S." She slurs in her sleepiness, she nuzzles her head into your chest more and sighs in contentment.
"Thank you." Her voice is muffled by sleepiness and your own chest but you catch it and shift further down to join her in sleep.
"Any time." You promise.