Damage (H.E.R)

Quinn and I go at it like sex crazed fiends for two whole days, only leaving bed for showering and food.

I'm pretty sure that my neighbors have been getting off when I do because I cannot stop moaning every time her eyes catch mine as she spends hours between my knees.

In all of this time of suffering, she's been by my side. Checking for me and holding me in those moments when my emotions became so overwhelming that I was ready to take myself out.

At some point, the tears began and she had to pull away from me so that I could gather myself.

When you've been friends for over a decade, you learn that there are simply moments that a person has to be alone and Quinn knew that this was one of them.

"I'll leave you for a bit, we are running low on food. Any requests?"

I nodded and then tried to get the words out but I could barely breathe.

So, being the resourceful bitch she always has been, Q grabbed a notepad...my favorite one and shoved it at me with a pen.

Then she began to change the sheets.

Which seemed random as all hell until she was out the door and I was ready to collapse in bed but it looked so neat.

Her plan was clear.

Make a list before you climb in.

So I did.

SHOWER

BRUSH HAIR

BRUSH TEETH

AIR OUT ROOM

CHARGE PHONE

BED

A doctor has to multi-task and I was a doctor...the best in my year and I knew that being able to do multiple things successfully was a useful skill.

Crossing off the first three things at once ensured that I was much closer to my bed.

One hand yanked through my tangles in the shower while the other brushed vigorously at my teeth but then there was metallic taste in my mouth.

Bleeding gums was common in pregnancy and I had been expecting weird shit to start happening at some point.

This was that point apparently.

After rinsing my mouth a few times, I moved through the rest of the list and I was just one item away from laying down when my phone buzzed.

Felo.

"Yeah?" I barked into the phone.

"You're on for a 24 tomorrow, right?"

"Yeah."

"Would you be opposed to making it a 48?"

I hadn't done a 48 since my first year of residency and it felt like he was trying to milk me dry.

"Absolutely. I'm pregnant and tired."

"From all the sex?" He chuckled.

"What?"

"I stopped by and talked to your neighbor, she thought it was me and winked at me. Said I was really giving it to you good in there, that it was good I was taking a break."

The belly laugh that I let out was probably the first that I had in over a year, it felt so good and then guilt plagued me.

Mami wouldn't be able to ever laugh like this and Papi always said I laughed like her.

"It's great to hear you laugh." He said.

"Is that all you needed?" I snapped.

"Yes, I have a surgery that I'd like an assist on. Your sutures are always next level. Patient is a model and asked for us to be minimally invasive."

"Open or closed?"

"Trying for closed but you know how the heart can be unpredictable."

"Tell me about it. I'll see you tomorrow, Doc."

"Get some actual rest, tell Quinn to give you a breather."

"Bye Felo."

He was cackling as I hung up on him.

Jerk.

The cramping comes on suddenly and shocks me out of my sleep.

When I feel it, I immediately assume that the baby is in trouble and feel my underwear and the sheets, but they are as dry as a bone.

But when I move, the ache grows deeper and I can't help but cry.

I press my hands to my stomach and close my eyes.

"Mami...please...Mami...please." I groan for my mother, hoping she can put a word in with the big guy.

The door creaks and I remember that I'm not in the apartment alone.

"Hey lady, you okay?" Q asks as she comes in with a steaming mug.

"Hurts." I gasp out.

Where I'm panicking, Quinn is calm.

She put down the mug, pulled back the covers and then pressed her hands to my stomach on top of mine. Her eyes met mine.

"You need to breathe, okay. When I was pregnant, I had countless pains. Mrs. Jones explained that the baby just needs more room, especially in a small womb. So there are pains. Either way, we should probably go see a doctor."

"Okay."

"Do you have a number? I'll call them and then grab us a cab."

"Dr. Sheedy. In my phone as Sheedz with a Z."

"Of course it is." She scrolled through my phone and found the number.

I don't think she was expecting it to be a personal cell number because when Sheedz answered, Quinn looked surprised.

"Lezpez. What's up, Mama?"

I smiled at her voice. Quinn raised an eyebrow.

"Cramping."

"Any fluids?"

"No."

"Looking at my schedule. Can you make it in now by any chance?"

"Okay."

"Great, get here and bring Quinn along, it's about time I met my competition face to face."

She ended the call and left me with a way too inquisitive Quinn Fabray but she was a good WASP, who knew exactly when to bring up issues.

Now was not the time.

Quinn had been right, the baby was just making space but it was good that I was paying attention.

Sheedz took one look at me and told me I looked like a malnourished poor kid.

Apparently, I wasn't eating enough. I was too light.

Felo had been alluding to this issue when he showed up in Lima and shoved food in my face.

I needed to get fat and right about now, I didn't even care.

Life was short and even if I'm a body builder, I could still die crossing the street.

So it was finally time to bulk up and leave the Sue Sylvester created Cheerio body behind.

Sheedz pinched my inner thigh when she was checking me out and told me that I also needed a shave.

Right in front of Quinn.

If anyone channeled high school Santana, it was definitely, Fabiana Sheedy.

That's why we hit it off.

And hooked up.

I had been trying to deal with Mami's diagnosis and the fact that my wife had been looking a little too long at other women.

When I got assigned as Sheedz intern, we ended up fucking in the break room like we were on an episode of Grey's.

And I got love sick until Felo scooped me up and told me that I was just a notch in Sheedz bedpost.

Never again did I let her get to me or at me.

We became friends after that, with way too much flirting but when I was at my lowest, it made me feel desirable.

I never stopped her or corrected her, which leads me to my current problem.

"There is no way you can keep her as your OB, Santana. You've blurred the lines way too much. Her job is literally to be all up in your snatch and you just don't even care? You fucked her when you were still with Britt, who's to say you won't do the same to me? Furthermore, I don't want her all up in our business. How dare she tell me that I was fucking you way too rough?! Sure, my nails are a bit long but I was very careful!" I sat on the couch, eating a Happy Meal, smirking at her ongoing rant and did not interrupt even once. "Say something, damnit!"

I finished the last of my burger and began swirling my fries in ketchup until they were properly coated, before popping them in my mouth.

Normally I was repulsed by fast food but this baby was apparently the embodiment of my inner fat kid.

Or Felo's.

Either way, I, a person who has struggled with food my whole life was enjoying my food and she was just going to have to wait.

"I need a milkshake." I said to her. "I forgot to get one."

"You can't be serious! That's all you have to say to me right now?"

And thank God for the hormones because those words had me crying like I had been drinking all day. I began to sob out loud and watched through watery eyes as Quinn's jaw dropped.

She huffed and grabbed her purse.

"A black and white...wait no a strawberry and chocolate...wait...malted!" I called after her as she yanked the door open. Her jaw dropped when she saw the person that poised to knock.

"No way. I can't leave her here with you." She said without taking her eyes off of Brittany.

I ignored that comment as my stomach rumbled. "And an apple pie? Oh and maybe another Happy Meal."

"Actually...I um...I'm here to see you, Quinnie." Britt mumbled.

"See, Q...you have company." I said to her as her jaw remained unhinged. "I should probably eat something green. Can you get me a salad too?"

By the time that Quinn had plugged my entire compra into her phone and yanked Britt away from the door, I was cackling.

This pregnancy was going to be fun.

By the time that Quinn got back, I had taken out the trash, cleaned up a bit and was waiting for her butt naked in the bedroom.

She came back alone, thankfully...not that I would have minded a threesome at this point.

I was feeling extra horny after my Happy Meal...which I was trying to turn into a Happy Ending.

When she saw me, she wrapped her arms around me and lifted me in her arms as she kissed me.

"Are you still cramping?" She asked between kisses.

"No."

"How about your mouth...does it hurt at all?"

"Uh, no, why?"

"Good." She put me down on my feet and then pointed to the floor. "Knees, I need-" She began but I buried my face under her dress without any more direction. "Oh God!"

"Mmm." I said before shoving my fingers inside of her.

I gripped her ass as I worked her up.

She put up with a lot today and I was going to make her remember who I was at home waiting for.

By the time I was done, there was no room for questions.

I was hers because I allowed it to be.

So what if I'd been around.

I'm hot, that's bound to happen but I wanted her.

And maybe that Happy Meal.

Yeah, I still wanted that too.