Neither of them thought that Santana would get sick within 2 hours of being there.

They all had their cabins assigned and where practicing already.

Actually Santana had been feeling sick that day, her stomach was hurting and she felt a little dizzy and nauseous, but there was no way she was gonna be sick on the first day of cheerios camp.

Sue was screaming at Santana something about her not being well enough or something like that but Santana's wasn't really paying attention the only thing she could think of was how sick she was feeling.

Santana gave a weak cough. "I don't feel good."

"What did you say Lopez?"

"I said i'm not feeling very well, Sue. I think i need to go for a walk." She stated.

Sue advanced a few steps until she was practically nose to nose with her. "I don't care if you're dead, Lopez! You came here to practice and be the best and only the best!" Sue kept screaming at her for messing up the routines. "You think being perfect is what wins nationals? Perfect takes second place. Sue's cheerios take first."

Santana just wobbled unsteadily for a few seconds, her eyes blinking a few times before she focused in on Sue again.

"Sue, she doesn't look well." Quinn suddenly said.

"Did I ask for a comment from you, Fabray?"

"Coach-"

Sue turned back to Santana, and didn't spare another glance at Quinn. She grabbed Santana by the collar, shaking her with every syllable to strengthen her point. "You will go to the field and you will do the routine without ruining it. Or you will never, and I mean, never, enjoy another moment of happiness or peace for the rest of your miserable life. Do you understand me? I will hang your head in my trophy case. Are we clear?"

Santana wobbled forward, and seemed lost in the moment.

Sue shot a glance towards her. "What, are you high?"

Santana pitched forward with a retch, an arch of vomit cresting perfectly towards Sue's bright red track suit.

Luckily Quinn was quick and moved Santana to one side.

This didn't stop her explosion, but changed the direction and (mercifully for Santana) saved Sue.

"What in the hell?" Sue screamed. "Get her cleaned up and take her to the cabin. Now." Sue said to Quinn.

Sue gave her a withering look before heading off, as Quinn gathered Santana up as best she could and turned her towards the bathroom.

They made it just in time because as soon as they got into the bathroom Santana projectile vomited everywhere.

Quinn held a tissue under the cold water tap and started wiping the mess out of Santana's mouth.

Luckily, Santana's hair was already in a ponytail and out of her face.

"God Santana this is really disgusting. It's everywhere." Quinn often felt squeamish around sick.

"I couldn't help it." She snapped at Quinn. "Go away Fabray."

"I'm not going anywhere. How are you feeling?"

"How do you think i'm feeling?"

"I'll take you to the cabin. Can you walk by yourself or do i need to help you?"

"I don't need help" Santana said firmly. "I can handle myself." She attempted to stand up, and was on her feet for a few wobbly moments before she almost collapsed.

"You can barely stand, let me help you."

No longer after they made it to the cabin Santana fell asleep, and woke up a couple of hours later.

"You finally woke up."

"Shut up, Fabray." Santana groaned. "I feel awful."

"You look awful."

"Fu... Owwww it hurts."

"What hurts?"

"My stomach."

"Are you gonna puke?" Quinn asked while holding a bucket in front of Santana.

"I don't think so."

"Great."

"No wait, i'm gonna..." Santana could not even finish her sentence.

"Santana, wake up. I need to take your temperature." Quinn said while shaking Santana's shoulder, but got no response. "Santana please."

"No. I wanna sleep."

"San, i promise you can sleep after."

"No. Go away."

"I'm not going. I have to take care of you. Now, get up and let me take your temperature or i will have to call Sue."

As soon as Quinn said this Santana got up but she suddenly started gagging and Quinn quickly grabbed the bucket and put it in front of her.

Once she finished Santana started sobbing.

"What's wrong now?" Quinn asked.

"It's the first day and i'm already sick and Sue is going to kill me and my stomach hurts and i'm gonna die."

"It's not your fault that you're sick and you're not going to die. You just have the stomach flu. You'll be fine in a day or two."

Santana spend most of the day puking complaining and crying about Quinn not understanding her pain and about how awful it was to be sick on the first day and Quinn spend most of the day hearing Santana whining, trying to get her to sip water to maintain her hydrated (And holding her hair back when she brought it back inmediatly) trying to soothe Santana's stomach pain and cleaning her neck and face with washcloths.

It was obvious that neither of them was having the best day.

Santana mumbled something.

"What did you say?"

"Get me another blanket. It's cold."

"Quinn could you please get me another blanket? It's cold. Thank you." Quinn said while giving her the blanket.

"Whatever."

"God Santana you're burning." Quinn said while feeling Santana's forehead.

"Q, i'm still cold." She whines. "Get under the blankets, too."

"What? No, i'm sorry Santana but you smell like puke and sweat."

"Pleaaaase."

"No, Santana. I'm sorry but i'm not gonna risk getting sick."

"You're mean."

"Yeah San. Whatever."

"Q?"

"What do you want now?" Quinn was getting tired of Santana and her complains already. She understands that the girl is sick, but she complained and whined way too much.

"I wanna sleep."

"Sleep then."

"I can't."

"Why not?"

"I don't feel good. And my stomach is still hurting"

"I already know that, Santana."

"Rub my stomach!"

"What?"

"Pleaseee. It makes me feel better."

"Okay." Quinn said while sitting next to Santana. "Let me see."

Quinn rubs back and forth across Santana's stomach.

"Ow, don't press that hard." Santana said while moving Quinn's hand away. "You're hurting me!"

"I wasn't even pressing hard." Quinn said. "Is that okay?"

"Nooo. Do it in circles."

"Is it okay now?" Quinn said in an almost snarky tone.

"Yeah." Santana mumbled.

Quinn keep rubbing Santana's stomach until she fell asleep.

She made sure Santana was sleeping before going to her own bed.

That certainly had been a long day.

And she was about to fall asleep when she heard Santana calling her again.

"Q?"