Her stomach pain get's worse with every dance step she does, and not only does she feels like she could pass out from the pain, but she's also sick of Mr Schue getting mad at her for not being able to follow the dance routine.

"Mr. Schue, can we take 5?" Quinn asks, suddenly, and then sits next to Santana. "I noticed you keep clutching your stomach, are you okay?" She asks Santana in a whisper.

"Yeah." Santana softly whispers back.

"Well, if you ask me..." Quinn says "You don't look fine."

"I didn't ask." She says, and Quinn keeps staring at her. "My stomach hurts, okay?" Santana finally admits.

5 Minutes is not long enough for her to feel better, but it's better than nothing.

She is tired and dizzy when they finish rehearsing. Her stomach hurts like hell and she only wants to go home and lie down in bed. She still has to walk 10 blocks to her home because she didn't bring her car with her today.

Quinn approaches her when she is going out of the choir room.

"What do you want, Fabray?"

"Want me to take you home?" Quinn asks.

"Why would i?"

Quinn rolls her eyes. "I'm being nice with you, okay?" She says, while grabbing Santana's backpack.

"Could you try to drive a bit more smoothly…?" Santana suddenly asks.

"Yes, sorry." Quinn says, even though she is driving smoothly.

Quinn doesn't talk and neither does Santana, but Quinn hears her give little moans of pain once in a while.

Even though Santana is looking through the window, she barely notices when they get to her home.

"Santana, we're here." Quinn says, and Santana doesn't answer. "Santana?"

"Can you stay with me?" Santana asks. "My parent's aren't here and Brittany is with Artie and i don't wanna be alone."

"Santana Lopez is asking me to stay because she has a little tummy ache?" Quinn mocks her.

"I hate you, Fabray." Santana says and suddenly bends over in pain.

"Hey, are you okay?" Quinn asks while coming closer to Santana.

"Leave me alone!"

"Well, you are in my car, but okay"

Santana attempts to open the car door and get out.

"Hey, i was joking, i'll stay with you." Quinn says.

"No, i don't want to." Santana says.

"Yes you do."

Santana goes straight to her room and Quinn follows her minutes after.

She finds Santana in bed, curled in a little ball and softly moaning in pain.

"You sound like you're dying." Quinn says, while sitting in bed.

"I am." Santana groans.

"No, you are not."

Santana spends most of the afternoon twisting in bed and she doesn't let Quinn help her.

"Why am i even here?" Quinn asks. "I mean, you don't want me to make you a tea, you don't want any painkillers, you don't want me to rub your stomach even though we both know you love that..."

"I don't want to feel miserable alone."

"I could be at home thinking of ways to get Finn back with me." Quinn says

"No one cares about that."

Quinn rolls her eyes and lies in bed next to Santana, who is now lying on her side, both her hands clutching her stomach as she takes shaky breaths.

"Sure you're okay?" Quinn asks and Santana groans.

Quinn is pretty relieved when Santana falls asleep after a couple of hours of complaining. Even in her sleep Santana keeps twisting and turning and she looks so uncomfortable that Quinn thinks of waking her up for a minute, but then decides that Santana would be even more annoying if she wakes her up.

Santana doesn't stop moving and that's kind of bothering her. Quinn is starting to fall asleep when she hears the door slowly opening.

"Oh, hi Quinn." Maribel, Santana's mom says.

"Hi. Santana isn't feeling well." She answers.

"I know, she texted me early." Maribel replies "How is she doing?" She asks and Quinn points out to a sleeping Santana next to her.

"Maybe i should go, now that you're here." Quinn says, while slowly sitting up, but Santana grabs her arm.

"Quinn stay." She says in her sleep. Maribel laughs and so does Quinn. "Quinn i'm dying, stayyyyyy." her words are slurred and her voice sounds strained, probably from the pain.

"It's okay if i...?" Quinn asks.

"Of course you can stay, i don't think she would let you go anyway." Maribel answers. "Do you want me to bring you something to eat?"

"No, i'm okay."

"Tell me if you need anything, or if Santana wakes up." Maribel says, while turning off the lights.

"Sure." Quinn answers. "Good night."