A/N: An anon asked for Quitt, chest kiss. Thanks!
After the accident, after Quinn was well enough to accept visitors and not too sore to appreciate it, Brittany camped out in her bedroom. Making sure that her pillows were fluffed, that she didn't need to reach for anything, as well as being willing to pick her up or provide the wheelchair as needed, the taller blonde knew she was qualified at least for the level of Artie-care. The rest she'd be happy to make up as time went on.
Like now. "Back cramp! Oh. Cramp," Quinn gasped, face scrunching violently as her shoulders stiffened. She was already unsteady on her legs that as soon as she wasn't in control of her balance, she thumped down on her side.
Brittany was there a second later. "How bad?" she asked, smoothing Quinn's hair away from her face, taking in already tearing hazel eyes, "Hot water or massage?" While waiting for an answer, she placed her hand gently on Quinn's lower back, cocking her head in question as she spread out her fingers and slowly slid up.
"Ah. There. There." Grimacing, allowing Brittany to help roll her over onto her stomach and trying to ignore when she gently dealt with her casted legs, Quinn went to pull her arms up to her chin, but with a cry of pain, had to stop.
"Shh." Humming, Brittany softly pressed the bottom of her palm below the offended area. "How's this?" When Quinn didn't answer, Brittany frowned and stopped. "Q?"
Quinn's voice was almost gone, husky and scratched with what came through her lungs and the sheet. "...I can't really fee..." she swallowed, "Feel that."
Brittany stared down at Quinn's back. "Really...?" she asked, then slowly stroked her fingers up again.
With a quiet rustle, Quinn nodded.
"Okay. Then here?" Pausing with her hand right about her natural waist, Brittany idly started following along the blue and white stripes of her shirt.
"...That works."
"Good." Balancing with her free hand next to her thighs to give her better leverage, Brittany concentrated solely on helping her friend's muscle relax. It wasn't the first time Quinn had gotten a back cramp, but they were even more common after the accident. It wasn't fun.
Slowly, methodically, the tension in Quinn's back dissipated. Not fully gone, as it wouldn't in a long while, Brittany was only satisfied when Quinn felt pain-free enough to finally finish her movement of pulling her hands to up under her chin. She smiled. "No naked massage tonight, huh?"
Exhaling, ending in a real chuckle, Quinn sighed happily, "No." Turning her chin to look at Brittany with one eye, the corner of her lips smiled in a combination of frustration and helplessness, "Help me turn over?"
Brittany did so. Finding herself leaned over Quinn's lap, weight propped on her hand next to her far hip, on her knees as she'd moved to get into the best position, head brushing past her chest, she paused. "Q?"
Quinn's arms were loosely around Brittany's shoulders, in the process of dropping. "B?"
Shifting back so most of her weight was on her knees and ankles and heels, Brittany wrapped her arm loosely around Quinn's waist, partially to help her back up against the headboard, and partially to hug her. "I know," she whispered, making sure the other girl could hear her, pressing her face into the area she thought her heart might have been, "That your legs aren't working right now."
Quinn inhaled sharply, her chest suddenly firmer and more vulnerable against Brittany's forehead in the same breath.
"But it doesn't mean..." Lifting her head just enough to find the low collar of Quinn's shirt, kissing the soft skin it afforded her, Brittany sat back. She smiled, meaning ever single word, "That you're broken."