Her family is out and she is left by herself at home when she starts to feel sick. She tries to sleep it off, but after an hour she wakes up feeling worse.

The first thing she notices when she wakes up is that her stomach is hurting even worse than it was before.

This definitely isn't how she thought she would spend her saturday night.

She grabs her phone and goes through her contacts and stops at Brittany's. She really wants to call her, but she knows Brittany is probably with Artie. She feels worst just by thinking that.

She thinks about calling her parents but she doesn't want to worry them.

She keeps going through her contacts and stops at Pucks. She calls him.

"Hey Lopez, what's up? Why the fuck aren't you at the party?"

"I don't feel good." She said.

"You sound like shit. Do you want me to swing by?"

"No." Santana weakly said.

"I can't hear you." He said while pushing the phone harder against his ear, trying to hear over the music. "I'll be there in 15 minutes."

Santana was trying and failing to fell asleep when she heard her bedroom door opening. She slowly turned to see who was there.

"Puck?" She whispers. "How did you got in? The front door was closed."

"I..." He started to say, but got interrumpted by Santana.

"Forget it, i don't want to know. I told you not to come."

"You wouldn't have called me if you didn't want me to come." He said. "What's wrong with you?"

"My stomach hurts." She whispered. Puck started laughing.

"That's it? That's what is making Santana Lopez call me and cry like a baby? A little tummy ache?"

"Don't laugh." She said "It hurts really bad."

"Okay, sorry. What am i supposed to do?"

"Go away."

"C'mon Lopez," He said "I'm sorry i laughed at you."

"Noah, it hurts." She whimpered, clutching her stomach.

"Okay, take off your shirt." He said while sitting in bed, next to her.

"What? No!" Santana said "I don't have anything under."

"You don't have nothing i haven't seen before." Puck replied.

"Ouch! If you're going to stay here do something, i'm dying." Santana groaned.

"Okay, just pull your shirt up then." He said again.

Santana hesitated but slowly pulled her shirt up. "What are you going to do?"

"Just shut up" He said while slowly starting to massage Santana's stomach. He saw as Santana inmediatly relaxed.

"How does that feel?" He said about 15 minutes later "Better?" He asked but Santana was already fast asleep.