Sorry for the wait, here you go :) Oh and someone asked if this is part of the miscarriage. Its not, I have special plans for that… Muahahahahaaaa. Just kidding, or am I? Bum bum buuuuuuuuuum.
Quinn's POV
I woke up with a start, finding Rachel shivering violently next to me. I sat up slowly, so I wouldn't disturb the sleeping brunette and Latina lying next to me on the bed. Rachel was lying on top of the covers without her clothes on, her whole body layered in a thin coat of sweat. I sighed and gently lay my hand across her forehead. She was still burning up, but her fever seemed to have dropped considerably. I reached across the bed and grabbed the thermometer off the table, and gently stuck it in the sleeping diva's mouth. I pulled out the thermometer and looked at it, and was relieved too see her fever had dropped to 101. I felt the covers ruffle next to me, and turned to see a sleepy Santana starting to wake up.
"Sorry, didn't mean to wake you," I said to the Latina, as I turned back to Rachel.
"No problem," she mumbled through a yawn. "How's she doing?"
I sighed as I brushed the brunette locks out of Rachel's face. "Still pretty sick, but her fever dropped to 101, thank God."
Santana nodded, as she began to extract herself from Brittany's hold. She finally managed to get loose, and she gently hoisted herself out of bed. "I'm getting her something to eat, she hasn't eaten for two days, she's probably starving. Oh, and pull her blankets over her and wake her up, she looks cold." She said over her shoulder as she exited the room.
I nodded at her and turned back to Rachel. As gently as I could, I removed the blankets from underneath her, and pulled them up to her shoulders. The brunette stopped shivering as hard and snuggled into the blankets. I threw my arms around her shoulders, and pulled her closer to me, deciding I would let her sleep for a couple more minutes.
Ten minutes later, Santana came back upstairs with a tray of food. She looked at Rachel asleep on the bed and turned to me. "That's not what I meant when I said 'wake her up'," the Latina said, raising an eyebrow.
"Well excuse me for letting her get some sleep." I shot back, before turning back to Rachel. "Rach, honey, you need to wake up, Santana brought you some food." I said gently, softly shaking her shoulder.
"I don't wanna wake up," the brunette mumbled groggily, before turning onto her stomach and burying her face into the pillow. By now, Brittany had woken up as well, and was sitting next to me on the bed.
"Aren't you hungry Rachel?" the tall blonde asked, "San has some food for you."
Rachel groaned and slowly sat up, rubbing her eyes. "What time is it?" She slurred sleepily.
"Almost six," Santana said, sitting on the bed next to Rachel "How are you feeling?"
"I'll tell you after the room stops spinning," she mumbled, closing her eyes and leaning against my shoulder.
"Try to eat something Rach; it'll make you feel better." I said soothingly, taking the tray from Santana. The brunette nodded and sat up, opening her eyes again. I fed the soup to Rachel, who was still half asleep. After half the bowl was gone, she refused to eat anymore, and slid back under the covers again. I sighed and placed the tray on the nightstand. I tried to make her eat a piece of toast Santana brought up, but she had already fallen asleep again. I placed my hand on her shoulder and started shaking her again. "Rachel, you need to wake up."
The diva pulled her covers up higher, and buried her face into the blankets. "No… tired," she mumbled into her sheets.
"I know Rach, but if you go to sleep now, you won't be able to sleep tonight." I said comfortingly, running my fingers through her hair. The brunette groaned, and slowly pulled the blankets down. She repositioned herself into a sitting position and brushed the hair out of her eyes.
"Okay I'm awake," she grumbled sleepily, "Now what?"
"Why don't we go downstairs and watch a movie?" Brittany suggested happily, "You have, like, a million DVD's down there."
Rachel nodded her head, and slowly swung her legs over the side of the bed, and shakily standing up. Her knees started to shake, and was about to fall before Santana was by her side steadying her on her feet. "Easy there Rach." The Latina said, wrapping an arm around the brunette's waist. After she had stopped swaying, Santana released her grip, and Rachel stumbled forward. Santana was instantly by her side again, sweeping her off her feet and carrying her downstairs.
Once we reached the living room, Santana set Rachel down on the couch, before sitting down next to her. Brittany sat down next to Santana, leaving me to get a movie going. I walked over to the DVD collection and filed through the ocean of movies. I finally settled for RENT and slid it into the DVD player. As soon as the movie was sorted I walked over to the couch and sat next to Rachel.
Halfway through the movie, the brunette relaxed against my shoulder, and her breathing began to even out. I sighed and turned to face her. "Rachel," I whispered, gently pushing her shoulder. "Wake up." The diva didn't wake up, but moved off my shoulder, and moved over to Santana. The Latina slightly jumped when Rachel's head hit her arm, and looked over at me. I shrugged, and looked back down at the sleeping diva.
Santana moved Rachel up into a sitting position and grabbed her shoulders, gently shaking her. "Rachel," Santana said, "Get up." Rachel jerked awake, and slowly opened her eyes.
"S-sorry," she mumbled drowsily, "tired."
"It's okay Rach," I said soothingly, "Why don't we go upstairs and go to sleep, okay?" the brunette nodded and leaned against me again, before standing up, and slowly starting to walk towards the stairs. By the time we had reached the top of the staircase, she was already panting for breath and leaned against the wall. I picked her up and carried her into the bedroom, softly lying her down on the bed. She quickly crawled under the covers and fell asleep, with me, Santana, and Brittany crawling in after her.
I woke up at six the next morning, and rolled over on my back. I quickly noticed the warm body that was lying next to me last night was no longer there, and shot up into a sitting position. I looked around the room, searching for the brunette before hearing the toilet flush in the bathroom, and the sink run. Rachel walked out of the bathroom, and over to her dresser, pulling out a pair of pajamas, and slipping them on over her underwear.
"How you feeling?" I whispered the diva, trying not to wake the other girls.
"Better," Rachel replied, sitting next to me on the bed, "I don't feel like I'm about to pass out every ten minutes, so I'm taking that as a good sign." I placed my hand on her forehead, feeling that her temperature had dropped almost back to normal, and let out a sigh of relief.
"Do you want me to stay here with you? I can have my mom call me in sick, so I don't have to go to school…" I mumbled, looking up at the brunette.
"No Quinn, it's fine, I can stay here alone for a few hours. Plus I need some time to think…" The brunette trailed off, looking down at the floor.
"Okay, that's fine, as long as you're going to be okay." Rachel nodded and crawled back under the covers. I turned to look at the sleeping Latina and blonde lying beside me. "Brittany, Santana," I said loudly, trying to wake the two sleeping girls, "Get up, we have to go to school." The girls groaned, and sat up, before slowly getting out of bed.
"What about Rachel?" Brittany asked, glancing towards the brunette, lying awake under the covers.
"She'll be fine B, but we got to get to school before Coach chews off our asses." I said, grabbing one of my clean shirts and slipping it over my head.
Once we had gathered everything for school, we left the Berry's house, piling into Santana's car and driving to McKinley.
Rachel's POV: (third person POV)
Once Rachel was sure Quinn, Santana, and Brittany had left, she jumped out of bed and practically ran to the bathroom. She closed the door firmly behind her, and locked it just in case. She walked over to the sink, and picked up the razor sitting on the counter before making her way to sit on the toilet. She wanted it so bad, no, she needed it. She had waited days to find the perfect time to get relief. She pulled her sleeve up, and brought the blade close to her skin. No, that would be to noticeable, Quinn or Santana would see the cut. She dropped her sleeve back into place and lifted the bottom of her shirt. She ran her hand over the tan skin on her stomach, before slowly lowering the blade. Dragging the blade across her skin, she made four 3-inch cuts across her stomach, before sitting back against the toilet completely relaxed. She remained seated on the toilet for a couple minutes before getting up to dress her wounds, as a small smile crept over her face. Today was going to be a good day.
Sorry it took so long to update, and it may not be too good, but here you go. Haha I know I say that every chapter, but seriously, it's probably not that good. I'll update my other fic tomorrow; I'm going to have to get back into the swing of it.