Of all the places she could of have gotten sick, she got sick at the diner. She barely made it into the bathroom, leaving a disgusting mess on the floor.

They had to put up a sign stating that the bathroom was out of order while Rachel tried to convince a hysterical Santana of coming out of the bathroom and be helped, all while Gunther keep complaining about the disgusting mess.

"Santana, hey, open the door!" Rachel said, while banging on it.

"Yes Santana, c'mon!" It was Kurt this time.

It took Santana a while to actually have the energy to stand up and open the door. She's pale and it looks like she could cry at any moment. They help her to clean herself with rough paper towels and cheap soap the best they could and hail a cab for her to go home.

She felt her stomach twisting all the way home and had had to stop the cab driver once to vomit.

She laid on the couch as soon as she got into the apartment and texted both Kurt and Rachel to tell them that she got safe.

Kurt and Rachel are still on their shift when Kurt's phone rings.

"It's Santana." He tells Rachel before answering. "Hey, how are you feeling?"

"My stomach hurts so bad!" Santana whines and Kurt knows that if she is calling, she is definitely hurting. "What time are you guys coming?"

"In about an hour, Rachel's going to the theatre, but i'll go to the apartment as soon as we finish. Do you think you'll be okay for an hour?" He asks.

"Yeah, just..." Santana mumbles "Yeah, i'll be okay."

The first thing Kurt hears when he enters into the apartment is the sound of Santana retching into the toilet. It's the third time in the last half an hour that she is there. She is still in her dirty uniform, her head hanging so low in the toilet that her chin nearly touch it's rim.

As she gagged and gasped for breath, faint, pained whimpers escaped her troath.

"Santana?" She heard Kurt's voice calling. He sat next to her and started rubbing her back as she sobbed. "Hey, shh, it's okay." He whispered.

Santana finished puking after a few minutes. "Are you still feeling nauseous?" Kurt asked. Santana just shook her head no, which only made her dizzy.

"Let's take you to the couch then." Kurt said, while helping her up and half carrying her to the couch.

Santana had been laying on the couch for an hour or so when Kurt approached her.

"Are you feeling any better?" He asked, while sitting next to her.

"Not really." She mumbled, clutching her stomach.

"You don't seem to have a fever." He said, while putting his hand on her forehead "Is just your stomach that's giving you troubles?"

Santana nodded. "It's probably that stupid vegan food Rachel made us eat." She groaned.

"Oh c'mon, it was delicious! Do you want another painkiller?" He asked and she nodded again.

Having water and a painkiller wasn't a great idea because Santana puked it right away.

"Come on, Santana, it's all right," He mumbled, gently rubbing his hand up and down her back. "Did you finish?"

Santana shook her head weakly, tears streaking down her face.

"Shh, you have to stop crying, you're gonna get dehydrated." He said to her, while wiping away some tears from her face.

She finished puking a couple of minutes later.

"Oww! I feel like my body is betraying me." She groaned as a sharp pain hit her twisting stomach. "God, it hurts so bad!" She complained while bending over in pain and Kurt noticed she was about to start crying again.

"Oh, come here." He said, while wrapping his arms around her from behind. "Is there anything i can do to help you?" He asked, while slowly rubbing her stomach but just got a painful groan for an answer.

They stayed like that for a couple of minutes until Santana fell asleep.

Rachel came back to the apartment an hour later and found Kurt on the couch, with a sleeping Santana still in his arms.

She gave a little laugh when she saw them, getting noticed by Kurt.

"What are you doing?" She asked.

"She was feeling like crap." He answered "I don't want to move and wake her up." He said, knowing how sick Santana was feeling when she was awake.