Sam was coming back to the choir room to look for a book he forgot when he found Santana sitting in one of the chairs, staring at her phone.

Just then he noticed how messily her hair was tied up and that her clothes looked as if she could not have been bothered to care about her outfit that day.

"Hey, what are you doing still here?" He asked and Santana's head snapped up. "Are you okay? You don't look well."

"Wow, thanks for that, Evans."

"You know what i mean." He said, while sitting next to her.

"My stomach hurts, like, really bad. I feel like hell." She mumbled. "I was seeing if my parent's could pick me up but my dad is out of town and my mom isn't home."

"I'll take you" He said.

"No, i can walk." She said while standing up.

"I'll take you." He repeated.

The ride to Santana's home was silent.

Sam tried to talk at first but Santana wasn't paying attention. He saw as Santana brought her hand up to her stomach and squeezed her eyes shut in pain, whimpering a little.

"Hey, are you okay?"

"Ow! Yeah i'm..." She squeezed her eyes again "I'm fine."

He nudged her "Santana"

"God, i'm fine!" She snaped.

Sam was not fazed by her irritated state, heightened by the fact that she was in pain.

"We are here." He mumbled "I'll walk you to the door." He got out of the car, opened the door and help her out, Santana scowled but didn't say anything.

They walked to the porch, slowly because Santana was stumbling.

"Is anyone here?" He said as they entered Santana's house.

"I don't think so" She said "I didn't tell you to come in."

He ignored her "Go to bed."

"You can't make me do anything" She mumbled, but complied.

He followed her and saw as she curled up in bed.

"Aren't you going away?"

"I'm not." He said "What do you need?"

"I need to die." She groaned.

"I'm serious." Sam said "Let me help you. What do you need me to do?"

"Could you rub my stomach?" She asked "Please."

"Mm, sure." He said. "Let me see," He said while slowly pulling Santana's shirt up "Where does it hurt?"

"Everywhere" She said, her voice strained with pain.

He slowly started to rub Santana's stomach.

"Why are you being so nice to me?" Santana asked.

"I kind of like you, i mean we dated for like 3 weeks, right?" He said "Before you dumped me for no apparent reason"

"Yeah, sorry about that." She said.

"It's okay." Sam said "Close your eyes." He said and Santana complied "How does it feel?"

"It feels good." Santana mumbled.

"It does?" Sam asked and Santana nodded. He continued to rub Santana's stomach even after she fell asleep.