"Hey." Santana says with a soft smile as Rachel looks at her after opening the door.
"Hi Santana. Why didn't you just use your key?" Rachel asks, moving aside as Santana walks into the apartment.
"I don't know. I didn't wanna invade your privacy or something." Rachel rolls her eyes as she locks the door.
"Santana, I didn't kick you out."
"Then what exactly did you do?" Santana turns towards Rachel.
"Because I can't exactly stay here with you. I can't get over us if I have to see you every single day. You may not have told me to get out but you didn't really give me an option." Santana continues angrily. She didn't want to be angry or upset but she's hurt.
"If you feel that way, I can't change that but you're as welcome here as you've always been." Rachel says softly. Santana takes a moment to collect herself before speaking again.
"How are you feeling?" Santana asks.
"Okay given the circumstances. Where did you go last night?" Rachel asks tentatively.
"Quinn's." Santana sees the sadness in Rachel's eyes.
"Not like that. Nothing happened, Britt just never answered the phone and I-"
"Santana, you don't have to explain yourself to me. I just wanted to make sure you were safe because you never responded to my messages." Santana purses her lips as she nods.
"...I don't know what's going on with us but I don't care. If you need me for anything, don't hesitate." Rachel nods her head.
"Of course...will you ex-" Rachel's hand flies to her mouth as she rushes to the bathroom.
Concerned, Santana quickly follows, entering the bathroom just Rachel begins to empty the contents of her stomach into the toilet. Santana grimaces as she approaches Rachel, pulling her hair back for her. Santana tries to tune out the noise and smells around her but almost gags herself. Eventually, Rachel is able to sit back on her heels and catch her breath.
"Are you done?" Santana asks, earning a slight head nod.
"I'll get you some water." Rachel watches as Santana leaves the bathroom and flushes the toilet before sitting back on the floor. Santana returns with a glass of water, then sits it on the bathroom sink.
"Are you okay?" Rachel musters a small smile but isn't able to lie.
"Not really..." Santana watches as Rachel lifts a shaky hand to her sweat slicked forehead.
"Do you need a doctor?" Santana asks, walking over to Rachel who shakes her head.
"No...I just need to lie down. Will you help me up?" Santana holds her hands out and Rachel grabs them, using Santana to pull herself to her feet.
"I feel...pretty dizzy." Rachel stumbles forward and Santana quickly catches her, wrapping her arm around her waist.
"We're going to the doctor." Rachel shakes her head in protest as Santana scoops her into her arms, carrying bridal style out of the bathroom.
"San...I'm fine. I just need a nap." Rachel says as Santana sits her on the couch.
"You can nap in the car. Where's your wallet?" Santana asks as she begins to walk around the apartment.
As Santana goes towards the bedroom, she hears Rachel saying something but it doesn't register as she spots the wallet on the dresser. Quickly grabbing it, Santana jogs back to the living room to see Rachel lying helplessly on the couch. Santana takes Rachel's arm and swings it over her neck as she lifts the woman into her arms, ignoring her weak protests all the while.
20 minutes later, Santana and Rachel are in the emergency room. They took Rachel back fairly quickly, leaving Santana to panic on her own. Pacing back and forth in the room with one hand on her hip, Santana bites her nails as she waits impatiently.
"San?" Santana sighs in relief upon seeing her much taller friend entering the room. Brittany holds her friend as she's quickly taken into a tight embrace.
"Thanks for coming B. I'm freaking the fuck out!" Brittany looks at her curiously as they break apart.
"Where's Rachel?" She asks.
"They went to take her for lab tests or something. She's been gone for like 20 minutes. What the hell is going on?! She didn't...oh god! What if she lost the baby?! Britt, what if -" Brittany places her hands on her frantic friends shoulders, watching a few loose tears roll down her cheeks.
"Breathe San or they'll have to take you too. I know you're scared but you gotta calm down." Santana stares into her piercing blue eyes and nods slowly, taking a few deep shuddering breaths.
"You're right...I just need to relax. I need...they need to be okay Britt..." Santana's voice tapers off as more tears begin to fall from her eyes. Frowning, Brittany pulls her friend into a tight hug, rubbing her back soothingly.
"Let's sit down okay? We'll just sit and wait for the doctors." Brittany feels a nod against her neck and she gently guides them over to the two chairs in the room.
Santana sits down, leaning her head on Brittany's chest as the taller woman rubs her shoulder. Santana isn't sure how much longer they sat in that room until Rachel came back but she didn't care. As soon as Rachel was wheeled into the room, Santana had her arms wrapped around her.
"I'm okay Santana." Rachel murmurs softly, having seen the weariness on her ex's face.
"So what's going on?" Santana asks as she stands, quickly wiping her eyes as she looks at the doctor who brought Rachel back into the room.
"We're going to get Ms. Berry on a few I.V. Fluids since she's pretty dehydrated but other than that, she and that baby are doing fine." The tall red haired man says, earning him a relieved smile from Santana.
"That's good to hear." The doctor nods.
"Yes, but it's good you got here when you did. Dehydration is always a serious matter but especially serious in the first trimester of a pregnancy. As for you Ms. Berry, drink more water than you think you should and you should be fine as long as you make sure to check in with your primary care provider." Rachel nods at the doctor.
"Thank you. I'll make sure to do that." With a polite head nod, the doctor waves then exits the room.
"Hello Brittany. I hope Santana didn't have you as worried as she obviously was." Santana rolls her eyes as she returns to her seat next to Brittany.
"No but I had to stop one of her meltdowns. Why didn't you tell me you were having another baby?" Brittany questions Santana.
"You never answered the phone."
When Quinn got back home from work, she was more than disappointed not finding Santana there. Though she didn't get her hopes up that she and Rachel had really called it quits, Quinn toyed with the idea. If they actually are done, this might be the only opportunity she gets to tell Santana how she feels. Obviously, she's no ones rebound so she'll give Santana some time to get over Rachel but she doesn't want to wait too long and miss her chance. Sighing to herself, Quinn quickly showers and gets comfortable on the couch. Now it's around 7 o clock and she still hasn't heard from Santana. Curious, Quinn picks up her phone and calls her.
"Hey Q." Santana answers.
"Hey, I was gonna order a pizza for dinner. What kind of toppings do you want?"
"Oh, you can get whatever you want. I'm staying with Rachel tonight." Quinn's heart stops.
"Oh...you two made up?" Quinn hopes Santana can't hear her disappointment.
"No, I just had to take her to the hospital. Long story short, she was dehydrated and scared the shit out of me. Anyway, I'm staying to make sure she's okay." Quinn nods though Santana can't see it.
"Okay. Well I hope everything's okay."
"They said she'd be fine. How are you? The baby isn't sucking you dry too, are they?" Quinn chuckles lightly.
"No, but this isn't my first pregnancy. I know what to do for the most part."
"Good because Rachel just stressed me out enough for the both of you. By the way, I noticed you didn't have those pre-natal vitamins or whatever so I got you a bottle. My mom says they're important."
"You riffled through my cabinets?" Quinn asks playfully.
"I'm just trying to be helpful. You could be a little more appreciative."
"Right, I really appreciate you going through my things while I was at work. Thanks." Santana laughs at Quinn's dry tone.
"Any time." Quinn rolls her eyes.
"Do you think you're coming back here at all?" She asks, hopeful that Santana might say yes.
"Obviously, but I'm not sure when. You need your key back?" Santana asks.
"No, I just wanted to know. Also, I have a doctors appointment next Friday if you're interested."
"Text me the time and place so I can put it in my calendar."
"Okay...I guess I'll see you when I see you. Give my best to Rachel."
"Yeah...I'm not doing that. I don't know if she's mad about the whole baby thing and I don't want to find out so you tell her. You've got her number." Quinn rolls her eyes.
"Never thought I'd see the day you were afraid of Rachel Berry."
"Pretty sure I could say the same. I gotta go but I'll text you."
"Yeah, okay. Bye San."
Santana says goodbye before the line goes dead and Quinn sighs as she orders her pizza. Over the years, Rachel and Quinn have been more friends than enemies but it's only because of their mutual relationship with Santana. They never achieved a true friendship though because of Quinn's envy. Each time they broke up then made up, only pushed Quinn further from wanting an actual friendship with Rachel. Not wanting to befriend the woman who constantly hurts the woman she wants and gives her false hope that she might actually have a shot.
Quinn isn't sure why Rachel would be upset with her though. It's not like she and Santana were together when she got pregnant and they aren't even really friends. But..this pregnancy probably played a role in their break up. Though who's to say they won't be back together by the end of the week? Maybe she should talk to Rachel? Since she's going to be the mother of her child's sibling, they're going to have to interact and Quinn doesn't want any animosity between them. She'll talk to Rachel at some point, she still has the rest of her pregnancy so she doesn't see any rush.