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CHAPTER 7:
Rachel's POV
I was hardly able to sleep last night, so I make my regular morning coffee a little stronger than usual, which I regret, by the time I pull up to hospital, because I am seriously too giddy, right now. I'm unnecessarily early for work because I want to do some research in my office. I immediately type "Quinn Lucy Fabray" into the Google search box and I grunt when I come up with nothing relative to the crazy, adorable blonde. I sigh and sink back into my chair, hoping that Brittany was able to get some information out of Quinn…as long as she didn't try and seduce her, again. I shake my head at the scene replaying in my head, of the two half nude blondes. After I push down the jealousy bubbling up, I nervously look at the clock…700AM. I have plenty of time to check on the two of them…you know, just to make sure Brittany isn't touching my Quinn.
When I reach their door, I slowly open it and I can faintly see, through the semi-dark room, Brittany bundled up and in a deep sleep. I look to the other bed and nearly jump out of my skin in fright.
"Holy shit!" I scream. "I mean…Oh my God, Quinn," I lower my voice to an audible whisper, "What are you doing up?"
She's sitting Indian-style on her bed, as she shrugs and flashes me a dopey smile. Her hair is a complete mess, it looks like a glorious yellow tumbleweed is resting on her head; she's too sweet to not hug, so I walk over and sit next to her.
"Are you okay?" I ask, making sure she's actually awake and not sleep…sitting? I don't know; I've seen too many health documentaries about sleeping disorders and for all I know Quinn is actually sleeping…with her eyes open, smiling, and shimmying.
"Yes," she says after a few seconds, "…You came back." Her eyes are looking directly into mine and I can see the pure joy and relief in them.
"Of course, I came back," I respond and hug her, as she tackles me, pinning me down on her bed.
Oh God! She's so warm and even with that tumbleweed bed-hair she is gorgeous; I can feel the strength and power she has. I should hate her for rendering me so helpless, as the arousal of being pinned down like this is rushing to my aching center, but she has no idea that I've been fantasizing about this position all night…and knowing that she's just being playfully innocent is turning my perverted ass on even more!
"Um, Quinn?" I ask, trying to mask the huskiness of my voice.
"Yeah?" She asks back, leaning down on me and pressing our bodies closer together.
"I'm not supposed to be lying in your bed…We could get in trouble." I say, as if I actually care about the stupid rules at this point.
"Why?" Her smile is no longer present and she looks confused, as she sits up on her bed, getting off me and pushing some of the tumbleweed out of her eyes.
I don't want to tell her why, but if I want to have contact with her, without Shelby firing me or transferring Quinn, I have to warn the blonde. "Well, Quinn, it's against the rules for a hospital worker and a patient to be…um…"
"Girlfriend and girlfriend?" She asks looking at me, with sad eyes.
"Yes, exactly…" I answer. Quinn looks on the verge of tears; suddenly she throws herself, face down, on her pillow and doesn't move. After I'm convinced I'm not having a heart attack, due to Quinn's scare tactics, I rub her back through her shirt. I can feel her muscles tense, before I wiggle my fingertips, causing her to giggle and snort into the pillow. I smile and lean down to kiss the back of her neck. "I can keep a secret…"
At this, Quinn rolls over on her back and reveals the dopey smile that I already love. "Me too!" She whispers, loudly. I shush her by putting an index finger to her happy lips.
"I'll see you at breakfast...girlfriend." I say, kissing her cheek, before I walk out and quietly close the door behind me.
Santana's POV
It's almost shower time when I'm woken up by Whale Blubber Hudson.
"Up 'n at 'em!" He yells in my ear.
"Fuck off!" I grumble, as he throws the covers off me.
"Ms. Corcoran said you have to shower before anyone else, to keep you from communicating with others." He says in his robotic tone.
"She just doesn't want me to see Brittany!" I angrily shout, as I get up and grab my shower bag and stomp out the room, with Finn lumbering behind me. I can't believe Ms. Corcoran is being such a Grade-A bitch. I'll see Brittany if it's the last thing I do…
When we reach Brittany's room, I quickly turn around, kick Finn in his peanut-size sack, and burst through the door.
"What the fuck? !" I rub my eyes and look at the sight before me. "Brittany! Wha-" I don't even finish my sentence; I just rush over and push the freak off Brittany's bed, causing her to hit the floor. "I knew it! I knew you were trying to steal Britt away from me!"
I press my foot down on Quinn's chest, as Brittany yells something about "stop the violence!"
I shake my head, and I only get more pissed when the girlfriend stealer tries to explain herself…
"I, I…I was just…I, I-" she stutters out.
"You what? !" I shout, pressing down harder.
"She was just helping me put up a picture, Sanny!" Brittany's yelling right in my ear, but I keep my eyes on the weirdo, who has her eyes closed tight and is nodding in agreement.
"Liar!" I shout, lifting my foot and pulling Quinn up by her shirt collar. "I'm gonna kick your ass, BatFreak!" I wind my arm back and bring it an inch away from the retard's face, when two giant hands pull me away. Finn is holding me back, while Britt yells at me.
"I'm not lying! Look!" She shoves the Batman popsicle project in my face, "She was helping me tape it above my bed!"
"Then why aren't you wearing clothes? !"
"I always sleep in my underwear! You know that!"
I look at Quinn, who is trying to pat down the mess of hair on her head. "Why were you holding her like that?" I ask, because shit…she was kneeling behind her and had her hands on Britt's waist, while Britt was standing and pressed against the wall.
"I was…I was just helping her. She wanted me to…" She's rubbing at her neck, again, like she's so innocent and it pisses me off. I try and pull away from the Hudson's hold on me, so I beat the crap out of her.
"Bullshit! I know you were trying to take advantage of Britt! Admit it!"
She shakes her head, no and curls up on her own bed.
"Admit it, damn it!" I yell, before Brittany slaps me across the face.
"Calm down! I asked her for the picture and she gave it to me! I asked her to hold me, while I stand on the bed to hang it up, because I didn't wanna fall…You know I'm afraid of heights! So stop being mean!"
I don't even know I'm crying until I feel the tears sting my hot cheek, where Brittany just slapped me.
"Alright, we're done here!" Hudson grunts and leads me back to my room. "I'm telling Ms. Corcoran what happened, so looks like you don't get to shower until after everyone else does." I don't even hear him slam my door shut, because my sobs are too loud.
Shelby's POV
"Fucking Hell," I curse, as soon as Finn leaves my office. What the Hell is the matter with Santana! And Quinn…I can't even let her out of my sight without someone harassing her. I slam my laptop shut, in anger that I haven't felt in a long time. This is getting out of hand! I'm going to have to study Santana a lot more, which means I'll have to have her tag along with me all day…Whatever it takes to get to the root of her problems. I guess, we'll start after her shower. In the meantime, I'll get us some breakfast from the cafeteria.
I don't normally visit the cafeteria, simply because I know I intimidate most of the patients, and I feel like meals should be enjoyed properly, so I try to be discreet as I enter the lunch room. It's quiet for a few seconds, but when I don't acknowledge anything except the food trays, everyone resumes their chatter. I pick out some fruits and vegetables, while I glance around at the patients, when my gazing is interrupted by a soft melodic voice.
"You must be hungry."
I look up and see Quinn smiling at me, as I furrow my brow.
"You have two trays!" She points at them, as if I can't see them, right in front of my face.
"Oh, yes…That's correct…" I say slowly. "One is for a patient, who isn't allowed to eat in the cafeteria today."
"Oh…" She says, eying the apples that she can't reach because I'm standing between them.
"Do you want an apple?" I ask, handing her one.
"Four, please!" She nearly yells, as her smile widens, making her eyes small.
"Four?" I question, piling them up on her tray, "Are you sure that's enough?" I tease.
"Hmm…Okay, maybe five." She says, licking her lips.
I laugh and add another to her tray, "You must really love apples."
"Yeah; I think that's why I really like Ra-" she cuts off and looks like she's said something she wasn't supposed to.
"That's why you really like what, Quinn?" I question, stepping a little closer.
She backs up and quickly takes a gigantic bite out of one of the apples and mumble something about "mmimcan'tmtalkmrighnow…mmbye." Then she scurries off to sit at a table with Brittany.
I finish filling up both trays, while keeping an eye on the two blondes, as they laugh and feed each other. That's odd, I remember Rachel mentioning something about telling Santana that Quinn wasn't interested in Brittany. Hmm, maybe that's why Santana hates Quinn, so much? She's jealous of her? I mean, Brittany is friendly, but she's taken a special liking to Quinn…which strangely, I have to...and Rachel. Where is she at, anyway?
"Hello, Shelby," speaking of the Devil.
"Rachel…How are you, today?"
"Great, actually, thank you; and yourself?"
"Good, good, thank you."
"So who is going to spend the day with you? Or are you just really hungry?" She asks, staring at the two breakfast platters.
"Santana," I leave it at that, because I want to see her reaction. I want to see if she'll automatically worry that she hurt Quinn, again.
Rachel's POV
Oh my God! As discreetly as I can, I glance around the cafeteria, looking, searching, praying, that Quinn is here, safe…and not wrapped in bandages or lying on the floor, surrounded by food. My heart starts pounding when I spot her with Brittany…WTF why does she have all those apples on her tray? I shake my head…
"I'm not surprised." I answer, as uninterested as possible. But if Quinn is alive and well, why is Santana being babysat?
"Yup, she got into an altercation, this morning before showers. I guess she caught her girlfriend Brittany cheating on her."
Shit! Shit! Shit! I hope she can't tell I know exactly, who Brittany would cheat on Santana with…and I hope that it doesn't look like I'm gripping my spork because I want to stab Brittany in the face for touching Quinn, when I told her not to. Not that I blame her; I mean, Shelby told me to keep my hands off Quinn, yet I'm feeling on her, every chance I get…I'm a horrible role model. But still! Quinn should have known better! I can feel my face get hot, so I avoid lifting my head, as I look over at Brittany, as she feeds Quinn some food off her plate. Damn it, Rachel, control yourself! I lighten my grip on my spork and without another shared glance, I say to Shelby…"I'm not surprised."
As I make my way out of the cafeteria, I gaze at Quinn, who notices me and smiles; darn her for being so cute! I fight the urge to smile back…and throw myself on the table, in front of her, and knock all the damn apples off her tray, before offering my body to her. I manage to just give her the evil Berry eye, that says, "yeah, you're in big trouble!" Her smile drops and I see her follow my exit with her wide "I'm in big trouble" eyes.
/END CHAPTER\
**Yes, Rachel is mad at Quinn…who knew that was possible? And yes, Shelby is suspicious…why wouldn't she be. And yes, Brittany only liked Quinn as a friend…who she has a lot in common with. And yes, Quinn is still…well, Quinn :) Anyway, I know I said I would have some Suck (Santana/Puck) this chapter, but they're both on punishment still. Also, I said Quinn will have a new friend, but that idea was pushed back, due to this story having a mind of its own. Don't hate me! Oh, and let me know if you think Rachel should take it easy on Quinn or if she should be a little serious about the fact that she thinks Quinn and Brittany hooked up? Because, it is somewhat believable, right? Anyway, thanks for reading and reviewing! See you Lovelies, soon :)
