Author's Note: I don't normally write second chapters to one shots, as that makes them not be one shots any more, but I liked the idea of adding little pieces where Santana helps Quinn to recover after her accident. Please, read and review!
"Come with me to therapy." The words spilled out of Quinn's lips unexpectedly, her eyes widening as she took in what she had said before lifting to meet those of her best friend. She didn't want to be rejected by the dark haired girl, but she would understand if she had something better to do than take her to her physical therapy session.
"When and where?" The Latina asked in reply, smiling as she placed a hand on Quinn's shoulder, squeezing gently. "I told you that you didn't have to ask for anything, I want to help you Q, I want to help you get better."
"Today, it's straight after last period." Quinn answered quietly, ducking her eyes away from Santana for a moment before looking up at her again. "We'd have to miss glee."
Santana grinned leaning down to place a gentle kiss on Quinn's forehead before nodding her head. "That's fine, they can miss us for one day. They have to get used to pulling their own weight again, after all, they're going to missing their best bitches. We can't have them getting used to relying on us now can we?"
Warmth spread through Quinn's body, her eyes watering slightly at the gentle teasing, it told her two things. Firstly that Santana thought that she was more important than Glee, which on one level meant that she was more important than Brittany (she didn't want to look into why that was important right now, it just was). Secondly, it told her than the Latina had meant what she said, she would be there no matter what Quinn needed from her.
"You're going to have to help me." The blonde haired girl mumbled softly, making sure to keep her eyes connected with Santana's soft brown orbs. They gave her the strength that she needed to be honest with herself and the other girl, something that Quinn desperately needed. "I can't really do anything by myself other than haul myself off this chair and onto the toilet."
"I'm glad you can manage that." Santana murmured stroking the nape of Quinn's neck as she sat down in her chair in their classroom. The soft hairs at the base of Quinn's neck tickled the ends of her fingers but it also relaxed her to be able to feel the strong pulse throbbing through Quinn's body. "Though, if you needed it I wouldn't mind helping you with that."
"I..." Quinn paused, her cheeks flushing a dark red tint, before replying. "Thank you."
The other girl's lips twisted into a bright smile at the sight of Quinn's cheeks, but she didn't comment on them and instead only offered a soft. "You're welcome." There was a brief pause, Santana's eyes flickering upwards to take in the sight of their teacher beginning the lesson, dropping her voice to a lower volume before continuing to speak. "What do you need me to do?"
"You're going to have to lift me out of the chair and put me in the chair and then lift me out of the car and into the chair." Quinn murmured her hazel orbs fluttering between the questions on the whiteboard and the piece of paper on the desk in front of her. She didn't like to show it but even the height of the desk frustrated her sometimes, making it difficult to write neatly and quickly at the same time. "I can't do it by myself properly, at least not that high, and I probably won't have the arm strength after therapy for it either."
"I've got you Q." Santana answered, her eyes shining with both promise and affection, showing Quinn that she meant her words. "You don't have to worry, whatever you need me to do I'll do."
The blonde haired girl flushed slightly as she began to speak once more, her voice low and tentative, but the words sent shivers of warmth through Santana's body. "Hold my hand?"
"Whatever you need." Santana replied quickly, reaching across her own body to take Quinn's left hand within her own, placing them on her lap where her thumb stroked the back of Quinn's hand gently. She knew that Quinn hadn't meant at that moment, but she wanted to show that it didn't matter; she would be more than willing to hold her hand no matter what the situation.
"Thank you." Quinn whispered softly, leaning her head against Santana's shoulder, breathing in the girl's rich chocolate and coffee scent.
Santana's eyes locked with the inquiring eyes of the teacher, but the older woman didn't reprimand her for her actions. Instead, she nodded and smiled. The woman mouthed the words, 'Look after her' to Santana before turning back to the board and writing down a list of names.
Three hours later Santana met Quinn at the girl's locker, the blonde girl struggling to place her books down on the shelf with one hand as the other held onto the wheel of her chair. "Come here." Santana murmured affectionately as she took the book away from Quinn, placing it inside the locker and smiling at the young girl. "Sorted?"
"Yes," Quinn answered softly, her eyes brightening at the sight of her best friend. "Thank you."
"Not a problem. Let's go and get you walking again." The Latina replied placing her hand on Quinn's shoulder before beginning to push her down the hallway. "I've got you Q."
"I know." The blonde haired girl answered immediately. "You've always had me."