There was an awkward silence…

Quinn had just screamed the hell out of Katie, the first person who did that was Puck…did anyone ever wonder how he got the Mohawk in the first place?

"Well…let's just do the insurance before I shave your pretty little head" Katie smirked through her grinded teeth.

"Name…"

"Quinn"

She looked up from her clipboard and turned her gaze back towards Puck wearing her 'is she serious?' face.

"Sweetie, do you have a second name?" she tried to keep her patience…she tried so very hard…

Santana looked at Quinn. Quinn looked at Santana. There eyes were so wide that their eyeballs could've slipped at through the extra space…

Quinn finally smacked her lips together and turned back to the agitated nurse and forced a smile, third one of the day…

"Smith, Quinn Smith" she deadpanned…

The brunette let out a laugh and smiled in an adoring way, "if you're gonna come up with a fake surname, you might as well come up with a cool one…otherwise you're wasting your time doll"

"It's Smith!" she hissed back…glaring…for the third time that day.

"Any allergies?"

"Nope"

"Address?"

"In between houses…"

"Of course you are…occupation?"

"Journalist at local fashion magazine" she seemed to sing it like a bird, beaming proudly at her great job.

"Yea, I'm just gonna write none" That took the smug look of her face…

"Call in case of emergency?"

"Santana….08921 143 266"

"Okay, she doesn't have a surname either, super…Cause of accident?"

THEY SHARED ANOTHER LOOK…Puck was observing again, picking up on the things that Katie couldn't see from her angle. Like the fact that Quinn and Santana's pinkie fingers were interlocked, or that Santana has a deep, clearly infected scar on her left hand, or even the fact that after every question…they shared a look. Like Quinn was asking for confirmation?

"What is this? 20 Questions?" The Latina piped in, so built up with her anger and longing to leave the hospital and get away from everything, "She slipped and fell, get over it".

The bottle top of Katie's temper popped off….who the hell does this bitch think she is?

"I need it for her records so that I can write it on the insurance, so that I don't get fired, following that why don't you pipe down Boobs McGee before I page Dr Lewis for an emergency voice box removal" The Latina stepped back a bit shocked, whilst Quinn stared in awe, they both thought that she was a psychopathic bitch…

"Wait, I get it…we've had this before, 'slipped and fell' eh?" She raised her eyebrow flirtatiously and nudged Quinn's arm with her elbow, "It was a sex injury wasn't it?"

Quinn let out a little squeal of shock…she's, regrettably, still a virgin as her Catholic school up bringing never really promoted being slutty and all…

"That Nurse Bennett is none of your business…" shrieked Quinn, mortified at what the girl was suggesting…

"Yea bed pan, it's none of your business…you're just a nurse and seeing as we're the people who give you a pay check at the end of the month, I'd skip away right now" Santana pouted at being able to return the bitchy speech…

Katie spun on her sneakers and huffed back to the nurses' desk Sam was laying on. He could've been considered a corpse, if he was making an insufferable moaning sound.

"That fricking bitch" She spat slamming her clipboard down, "Oh I'm Quinn, and I'm a pretentious little verge who gets my daddy to pay for everything including the little shank he's hired to fight my battles for me" She adopted a high pitched voice for that particular speech.

"Why is she here?" Sam finally groaned through his stooper…. "Why?"

"I assume it's because she broke her foot" she chimed sarcastically, wait why is she defending Blondie? "Even if it is because 'she slipped and fell'" That's better…

Sam spun so he was sitting; dangling his feet like an infant, his grim expression turned into a goofy smile…again much like an infant, "Do you think she purposefully hurt herself just to see me again?"

Katie raised her eyebrows, third time today… "Are you suggesting that she somehow came up with a scheme to break her foot, just so she could see a guy that flirted with her at a bar three days ago?"

"well yea…" he muttered sheepishly, feeling rather dumb for suggesting it now…

"I actually wouldn't put it above little miss fake angel and little miss 'I think with my crotch'" Katie spat back, her lip twitching with anger…

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"Okay Q, I think you just sprained it actually, you'll need some surgical tape, just no 'slipping and falling'" he smirked at his little remark, he had a whole revenge strategy…no-one speaks to his lil' sis like that…not even his previous hook-up…

"So how did you fall? Like in a puddle or something?" he tried to be endearing, but it just came out a bit dim…

"You can't slip in a puddle egghead" Santana was laughing at his stupidity and her new found intelligence.

"Hmmm, you know our insurance policy doesn't cover giant skanks or liars for that matter, so honeys why don't you just cut the crap, thank us, then pay us and lastly get your hot asses out of here, you're hurting Sam, you're hurting Katie and you and you're 'we'll lie and they'll believe us' act is a true inditement of the American education system, so peace out bitches I'll see you in hell"

He strutted out of the room, with his classic smug and swagger towards his other friends…

"Sam…I hate them" he deadpanned hugging Katie from behind who was now getting a little teary eyed.

"I need to back in there…but I don't want to" Katie complained getting really depressed at the thought.

"I'll go with you!" he squealed, suddenly beaming excitedly dragging Katie back into, what can only be described, as hell on earth, or heaven for Sam.

"Hi! It's us again!" Sam was excited. The girls weren't. Santana and Quinn stared at Sam, thinking that he was a twat…not even a sympathetic or pity giggle. Just silence.

"So um, sucks about you're foot? Was it because of the weather? Like slippery sidewalks? That happened to me once…it's amazing how weird weather can be, like one day it's sunny as Australia then next rainy as England…" he awkwardly giggled, as Santana just looked away and Quinn smiled in pity (YES HALF WAY TO PITY SEX).

"What Captain Smooth meant" she slapped the clipboard onto Sam's chest causing him to wince girlishly… "is that you're discharged…all you need to do is wrap the surgical tape around your foot and leave it a week…okay ta ta never return please" she began walking out, until a shrill voice stopped her.

"Excuse me" it was Santana again, "You're the professional isn't it your job to help her put the tape on?"

"Why?" she smirked at her next line… "I thought I was just a nurse"

Ah hypocrisy thy name is slutty bitch…

"Oh and you better get some aloe Vera, cause you just got burned" she added, receiving a well earned high five from her equally 'bad ass' brother who had entered the room to nose around, before swaggering out, the 3 of them together…

As they left, the giant Frankenadult stopped them in their tracks.

"Uh hey guys, I was paged?" he fumbled then looked to his left seeing the gorgeous girl sitting on the examination table… She was so perfect.

"Oh hi there" he walked towards the now blushing Quinn and extended his hand, "I'm Finn, Dr Finn Hudson"….

Santana and her shared another glance, third one if the day, and then returned to staring at Finn wearing a genuine smile, first of the day…

"Hudson? Cute name…I'm Quinn" she smiled back, shaking his hand and biting her lower lip, in the MOST CUTE WAY EVER.

Were they flirting….? He could have died…So much for them being 'best friends since they were 5'…that girl saw his smile and heard his name and went practically weak in the knees…What's wrong with her?