Thank You all for the positive reviews (sorry about the Faberry Kiss spoiler but hopefully you will still like it)! I sat down to start writing this chapter with a few ideas in mind and now 4 hours, a whole lot of Nick at Night, and an undeterminable amount of coffee later I realized this chapter was a little bit insanely long but I still like it so hopefully you will make it though this!
What you missed- Quinn went out with the cast and got a little drunk
Next up- faberry fluffiness and an incident that will change the dynamic of Quinn and Rachel's relationship
PS- Since I haven't said it in a while, I do not own Glee or Wicked...unfortunately.
Ever since the night of the first run through Quinn and Rachel had been near inseparable. During rehearsals, when Rachel was practicing, there was more than a good chance the blonde was somewhere close by watching. At lunch they went out to the small diner down the road together. The cast- those who hadn't been too inebriated the night in question- would smirk knowingly at the pair whenever one of these interactions took place. The crew on the other hand was slightly more oblivious but it wasn't too difficult make assumptions when the two were always making eyes at each other from across the theater. However those assumptions went mainly unconfirmed as Rachel and Quinn really weren't doing anything that would classify them as something more than close friends, not that it stopped the rumor mill from running full speed.
Two days after the run through Quinn had heard multiple people's accounts of what had happened once she and the brunette had left the bar, many of them not PG and all of them not true... Unfortunately. The blonde didn't know what had gotten into her lately. She found herself daydreaming about Rachel constantly and more than once doing what could only be described as ogling the older woman when she danced around the stage. But she couldn't like Rachel like that. Could she? All through highschool she had never questioned it, she was straight. Jumping from dating boy to boy, she was the head cheerleader, never single, and never questioned that she was interested in boys alone. But then she hit college and one night of drinking too much less than quality beer at a less than quality frat party and she found herself making out with a more than quality girl and she had a sort of mid-life crisis at the ripe age of 18. She locked herself in a closet... metaphorically and literally once she realized what had happened and ran from the room not stopping until she made it back to her dorm and refused to exit until a whole four hours later when her roommate bribed her with bacon. Quinn had never really gotten past the initial guilt she felt when she realized how much more she enjoyed kissing that girl than any boy from highschool and had refused to return to that moment.
It isn't that she was homophobic. She lived with Santana who had been her best friend since they terrorized children in kindergarten. But it was something completely different to think that it was her who was gay.
Now, with Rachel, she couldn't help but return to that place and admit that maybe there was something a bit more between them. And if there wasn't, then she was not adverse to the idea. All of the flirting between them and the 'innocent' touching lead Quinn to the realization that sure she may not be completely gay she was definitely gay for Rachel. After she admitted it to herself she had a full two seconds of relief before she began worrying.
She worried what her parents would say if they found out, if Santana would ever let her live it down if she finally confirmed the Latina's suspicions, if her old friends would still like her, but mainly she worried if Rachel would return her feelings.
Little did Quinn know she was not the only one worried and insecure about the prospects of their relationship. The normally confident and detached brunette could not stop thinking about what had happened at the bar and the blonde she had taken home. Rachel spent the whole time waiting for Quinn to fall asleep once they returned to her apartment replaying the events of the night over and over again in her head and overanalyzing them to death. Mainly the answer the blonde had given her when she asked it she currently had a special guy or girl. Quinn had said no guy and no girl, currently. Was that an allusion to the fact that she at some point had a special girl or would be willing to have a special girl? Rachel was completely at a loss. She flirted with the younger woman who blushed and even responded with her own gentle flirting but Rachel had had similar interactions with plenty of straight girls and ever since that first day she had met Quinn in her ridiculously formal slacks and blouse she had no clue how to read the girl or what to think of their flirtations.
It was well known to everyone in the business that Rachel was playing for the other team. Hell she was playing for, cheering on, managing, and being the water girl for the other team. But that was only in the business. After all she was America's little song bird. The girl who grew up in a small town in a nowhere state that bred generations of dull nobodies who managed to make it in the big city from a young age. Sure America was a melting pot and New York was one of the most accepting places she had ever lived it was obvious to both her and her manager that the brunette would be more marketable if she fit a bit more closely into the white picket fence ideal.
At first Rachel was uncomfortable with the idea and being the strong headed girl she was she protested loudly but came around when she learned just how common her situation was. Plus everyone on the cast and crew already knew so she was really only lying to the media and who gave a damn what they thought as long as her shows kept selling out she couldn't care less what the general public thought of her.
But she did care what one young blonde thought of her... And it seemed to be all she could talk about, much to Kurt's chagrin.
"I mean do you think I really have a shot? like a real shot at something that could be meaningful?"
"For the thousandth time... yes. Now bend over." They were enduring yet another fitting for an Elphaba dress and Kurt was currently trying to tie up the back. An act that required brute force, the correct angle of attack, an a lot of sucking in on Rachel's part.
"But what makes you think that?"
"Suck in... She is obviously different for you. You won't stop yammering about her, you have had multiple opportunities to sleep with her and yet you abstain- that act of self control speaks volumes coming from you- so I really do think that you stand, somewhat more of a snowball's chance in hell at this. Ok, you can breathe now."
Rachel popped up face flushed but a megawatt smile lighting up her face, "Easier said than done, you try breathing in a corset, let alone singing. But you really think so!? And I resent the self control comment. I haven't slept with that many people!"
"Ok honey. Don't forget today they are going through all your little special effects shit so pay attention. We don't need you falling off of something again."
"That was only once during that first dress rehearsal for Funny Girl because the railing was loose. I didn't even get hurt."
"Well it gave me a heart attack."
"Me too"
"Don't break a leg!"
"Thanks Kurt!"
Two hours later Rachel had been lectured more than she thought would happen after she graduated from college. It was beginning to even rival the rants Kurt gave when he got provoked. The leads and everyone from the crew that was a member of the lighting or technical teams plus the ASMs were required to be in attendance for the safety run through so at least Rachel could pass the time looking at Quinn and day dreaming during the speeches given by various members of the tech crew. The brunette spent a solid fifteen minutes staring at the young woman's lips and imagining what it would be like to capture them with her own and if they would taste like the sweet vanilla the blonde always smelled like.
For this reason she was completely at a loss when the director turned to her and said, "So even though it may sound a bit risky I think you can pull it off, right Rachel?"
"Hmm? Oh yeah I agree Schue." the singer replied wondering what she had just consented to.
"Ok let's move out people. Today we will be running though Glinda's bubble, Elphaba's flying, and the melting trap door." Shuster clapped his hands and everyone immediately began moving. They flocked to the stage and began strapping her co-star in to test out her bubble for the first time (it was a part of the first act they had gone through a run through of, but the bubble was still under construction so they had foregone it).
"Wish me luck!" the blonde singer called as the lift shook into motion for the first time with precious cargo. Rachel shot her a thumbs up and moved to sit in the audience and wait her turn to practice her stunts. In reality it was not a very dangerous job. Just one flying lift and one trap door, the difficult part was having to do them in the dark while singing in front of an audience without giving away the tricks of the trade.
"Hey there hot stuff." a warm voice whispered in Rachel's ear and shook her from her internal debate over if she was more likely to get injured from one of these 'stunts' or from Kurt lacing her into a corset.
She turned to look at the blonde behind her. "Hey there yourself."
Quinn beamed and hopped over the row of chairs to seat herself next to the diva. "Are you nervous for your turn?"
Rachel couldn't help but smile back at the blonde's youth, she was so genuine in her concern for the actress and it warmed her heart to think that Quinn may care for her even a fraction of the amount that she felt for her. "Not so much nervous as excited. And hungry... The thought of flying through the air and then purposefully falling always makes me want fro-yo. You are going to be up there when I do it right? To make sure those goons don't drop me?"
"Of course. And afterwards we can go out for fro-yo."
"These goons would like to inform Quinn that she has been sitting on her radio and we can all hear her and Rachel. Maybe we will drop you this time witch!" Tina's voice crackled over Quinn's headset. The pair turned to the stage to see a giggly Glinda laughing from her where she was being unhooked from the bubble and a smirking crew all looking very suspicious.
Rachel leaned over to speak into Quinn's radio, her breath raising goosebumps on the blonde's neck, "Do it and die Tina."
"Just get your green ass down here, you're up!" Tina replied this time foregoing the radio to yell through the auditorium.
"Showtime." the brunette mumbled while hauling herself up and striding as confidently as possible to the dubious looking rig. "So I just step in here and lean back and the waist harness will close?" she asked drawing closer to the contraption. It was a small platform for her to stand that connected to a metal pole on with two halves of a circle on the top that were supposed to close around her waist securing her in as the whole rig raised high above the stage and she belted out her signature "Defying Gravity". Simple, right?
"Exactly," an overweight man who had acne like a teenager though he looked to be well into his forties, "like I said at the safety meeting it is on a pressure system so when it feel's you lean back," he pushed against the top of the rig and the two half circles snapped together, "it closes you in."
"Ok, let's get this over with."
Rachel took a deep breath telling herself she would be fine. After all, Schue wouldn't let her do anything that wasn't 100% safe. When she thought her breathing was under control and she thought she was ready she stepped up, Quinn shot her a reassuring smile from the semi-circle of crew standing around to make sure everything went off perfectly and her pulse shot right back up.
The brunette took the first step and placed her feet firmly on the foot platform, it really was a small platform, and leaned back. The harness snapped forward quickly, almost making her lose her footing but she checked her balance and gave the crew a thumbs up. Time for the moment of truth. The rig came to life and began to lift. This isn't too bad. It's actually kind of fun! Rachel allowed herself to smile and it grew wider as the rig halted at the top. The theater seemed so beautiful from her vantage point. Quinn seemed so beautiful form her vantage point, the blonde's hair stood out like a lighthouse for Rachel to stay grounded by.
"How are you doing up there Rachel?" Tina called from below.
"It's amazing!" she beamed.
"Time for the ultimate test, bring in the fan! Rach, start singing 'Defying Gravity from the top, orchestra..."
"Wait, what fan!?" Rachel definitely did not remember anything about a fan.
"The fan... The giant fan to blow your clothes and make you look like you are flying not just suspended. It was all a part of the safety brief earlier." the overweight man from earlier said, he clearly had no tolerance for those who did not pay attention.
"Oh right, of course..." Suddenly a wind hit her face and startled her. I feel like I'm in a fucking wind tunnel. How am I supposed to sing during this, I can hardly breath!
"From the top Rachel!" the double meaning was not lost on the brunette as she began to belt out the opening bars. Ok, maybe it won't be so bad.
By the end of the song Rachel had managed to survive and the newly named 'Fan of death' was shut off. Now get me the hell down. "We're bringing you down now Rach. Just hang in there."
The ride down went without a hitch and once the rig hit solid ground and the pressure triggered harness released her she jumped off the platform and half tackled Quinn into a hug. At first the blonde was caught off guard but quickly retuned the hug and muttered into the brunette's soft hair, "You did so good Rach. You looked amazing up there."
Pulling back so she could look into the taller woman's eyes she replied, "You didn't look too bad from up there either. I am so glad to be back on solid ground, falling though that door is going to be a piece of cake." After hanging onto Quinn for a few more moments she decided her legs could once again support her weight and she removed herself, trying to regain some of her steely confidence again but nobody was paying attention to her. The whole crew had formed a tight circle and were discussing something that Rachel in the beginning couldn't care less about then heard the words 'fan' and 'stronger' and got concerned.
"Let's get on with the trap door so I can get's me some fro-yo." the brunette announced loudly, hoping to curb any talk of getting stronger fans.
"Ok, so it's a simple three step. You go behind the curtain, go left, right, left and you will be standing in the middle of the platform, give the ASM back there a thumbs up, and we will lower it slowly. Simple enough you don't even have to fall. At the bottom get off quick so we can send it back up so nobody falls though in the dark." Tina gave Rachel the run though as they moved to the back of the stage.
"Can do!" The first couple of times went off perfectly. Rachel actually loved going down the door, it was like a super fast elevator and each time she got to practice her 'melting' screams... The crew was less enthusiastic.
"Just a few more times, now lets go with the proper lighting and roll in some fog." Schue was eager to end this process as soon as possible and figured a couple more run throughs and they could call it a day.
With the fog clouding the floor and in near pitch black darkness the brunette felt as though she were in one of those crappy haunted houses from her highschool days and she couldn't see where she was stepping so the first time like this she only made it half onto the door and nearly lost her balance as it began to lower. Deep breath Rachel. Next time just take a big step and go for it!
"Let's see if we can't get it going down faster once she gets on the platform, it doesn't look good if she is standing there waiting for the door to start moving. One more go! Let's get some more fog going!" Schue yelled from the audience.
Left, Right, Left... "Ahhhh!" there was a muffled thump and then a low groan followed by an even more muffled, "Fuck."
"Rachel! Oh my God what happened?" Quinn's face appeared staring down the trap door at her, the fog pouring down around her and the faint emergency bulbs lighting her from behind made her look like an angel. The brunette lay sprawled out on the platform, which was completely lowered, her hair splayed around and her eyes barely refraining from fluttering closed.
"Quinn..." she whispered and then blacked out.
"Call an ambulance!" the blonde jumped up and ran around the stage to the stairs and practically jumped down all of them before tearing into the room where Rachel lay unconscious. She paused in the doorway and her breath caught in her throat at the sight of the singer so vulnerable and broken. A small line of blood traced it's way from the middle of her hairline down to the far corner of Rachel's right eyebrow. Snapping to her senses she rushed in and fell to Rachel's side but was afraid to touch her for fear of hurting her more so the blonde settled for gently running one hand over the brown hair forming a soft pillow and one hand drawing circles on the back of Rachel's. "It's going to be ok Rach, everything is going to be fine."
The hand Quinn was stroking suddenly turned and grasped hers, "Don't leave me Quinn."
"Never." the blonde quickly replied, but she couldn't be sure the actress heard her as her eyes shut once more but her hand stayed firmly entwined with Quinn's. Finally after what felt like hours but was realistically more like seven minutes paramedics arrived and somehow fit a backboard into the tiny room beneath the stage.
"What happened? We were just told that somebody fell." One of them shot at Quinn as they moved the board next to Rachel's limp form.
"It was a trap door supposed to lower her slowly but I guess it was already down when she stepped on and she fell the whole way, almost one story, she blacked out then came to, but just now blacked out again. I don't know what happened to her head but it just won't stop bleeding" Quinn quickly recited, her mind on autopilot while she did her best to describe the events of the last fifteen minutes. The small line of blood which had started as a trickle was now a thick line of dark red and steadily dripping into the brunette's hair.
"Thank you, would you please move to the hallway? We need to move her." The paramedic was already ushering her up and out of the room.
"No! I can't leave her! I promised I wouldn't leave her!" the tears that the blonde had managed to hold back were now threatening to spill out.
"It will be fine. We allow one person in the ambulance with the patient, go to the parking lot." The man tried to reason, half dragging the near hysterical girl to the door and giving her a light pat on the shoulder. He turned to the his team of medics, Rachel's neck was secured in a brace, "Let's get her on the board and out of here ASAP!"
It only took two men, one at her shoulders and one at her knees, to lift Rachel onto the board and then the board on to a stretcher in the hall. She looked so small and fragile in the large contraption. Quinn trailed closely behind the men as the ascended to the main floor and wheeled her out of the theater past the cast and crew looking stricken and frozen on the stage. She thought to herself, I hope I don't look like that. One boy in particular looked worse than all the others, a relatively new intern Sam, he was quiet and did his job like everyone else but it was his responsibility to lower and raise the door at the correct time once Rachel gave him the high sign. She knew he was already feeling horrible because he looked about ready to toss his cookies but she couldn't help herself as she shot him a dark glare.
Once in the ambulance Quinn recaptured Rachel's hand and refused to let go until they had to take the brunette away for x-rays, leaving Quinn standing, abandoned, in the waiting room. She curled up on one of the chairs that had countless unidentifiable stains and buried her face in her knees. She kept hearing that whisper over and over again 'Don't leave me Quinn.' She made up her mind, no matter what she would not leave the brunette's side again until they were walking out of the hospital. Waiting for her friend to get out of the x-rays felt like forever and Quinn watched a noiseless picture show of other people's horror play out in front of her from the corner of the emergency entrance waiting room. A bawling mother carrying a small child bleeding from a small cut on his forehead, two young girls who could not be older than 16- one with her head hanging in shame with arms and legs bruised angry blue and purple complete with a broken lip, a young boy in a soccer jersey with his ankle swelled to twice the normal size, all paraded through the room with others before a doctor finally came out to retrieve Quinn.
"Is she alright?" Quinn asked in a rush, searching the doctor's face for any indication of the state of the brunette.
"Rachel seems to have landed on her side which is lucky, if she had fallen straight down it could have fractured an ankle and flat on her back could have seriously injured her spine, but it would appear that she only has a sprained wrist and bruised two ribs. No spinal damage and no head injuries aside from that nasty cut, but with the stitches we put in that will be good as new in no time. I do want her to take a break from the singing and dancing to rest her ribs but the injury was completely muscular so we don't need to operate on her." Quinn's breath caught at the mention of surgery but thanked God when she realized it was only brought up to say that it would not be occurring. "You can go in and see her now. She is under painkillers so she will probably still be asleep. She needs the rest so try not to disturb her. But from the looks of it, you need the rest too."
Quinn looked down at herself and realized that yup, she probably looked like insanely disheveled and must have wild hair. The doctor led her out of the waiting room of hell and into a quiet room, the noise full of the gentle beeping and whirring of machines. Rachel's hair stood out against the sterile white sheets she seemed to drown in. So small and fragile Quinn couldn't help but think Rachel was made of porcelain and the smallest wrong move would crack her straight through. She moved over to the bed and pulled over a chair, this one thankfully stain free, and just stared at the older woman. Seeing her so helpless like she would just get lost in the sheets if she were not hooked up to so many machines Quinn finally let the tears she had been holding back fall. The tears were salty and warm, burning a path down her cheeks and stinging her eyes. Once she began she couldn't stop and was soon helplessly sobbing.
Grabbing the singer's hand she held it in both of hers and whispered between heaving breaths, "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry. I'll never leave you again. I won't ever let you break like this again. I'm so sorry Rachel." Quinn kept on like this, her head falling forward and her hair forming a curtain around her face while she soaked the thin sheets with her tears. Her shoulders were shaking so hard she completely missed it the first time Rachel tried to say her name.
"Quinn." she said more strongly now.
The girl's head snapped up at the sound of her name and Rachel couldn't help but smile at her face. Her makeup was smeared and her eyeliner tracked down her cheeks from the crying, not to mention her hair that stuck up in random places forming a yellow mane.
"You're awake." was all she managed to strangle out before mentally slapping herself, no shit she's awake, she said your name. "Are you ok? Do you need anything?"
"No, you're here, I can still talk, that's all I need." Actually she really needed to be able to sing but she felt it was not the time to start trying.
Quinn managed a small smile and began rubbing small circles on the back of the brunette's hand again. "You are never allowed to do that again." she said quietly with a completely straight face.
"Are you referring to the trap door thing? Because assuming I will be returning to the stage I will have to do it again. But if you are referring to the falling one story in the dark onto a hardwood platform, then no. I agree I will never be doing that again."
"No, you aren't allowed to scare me like that again. I'm too young to have a heart attack."
The brunette smiled, "I'll do my best but I can't promise anything."
"Ok, but I am going to make sure that idiot gets fired and you are wrapped from head to toe in bubble wrap before you set foot outside of the hospital."
"Don't get him fired, he's just a kid. Kids screw up, I'm sure he's already been yelled at enough by everyone already. He probably feels horrible."
"As he should!"
"Quinn! I forgive him."
"Well I don't."
"YOU aren't entitled to not forgive him. YOU didn't fall one story. YOU can hold a grudge when YOU are broken." Rachel punctuated each YOU with a gentle prod to Quinn's shoulder.
"I can hold a grudge against anyone who breaks one of my friends. And stop saying that, you are not broken you are bruised. Its better!"
Rachel sighed, and then quickly stopped as the action hurt her ribs, "Fine, bruised. Can you do me a favor Quinnie?"
"Of course." the blonde loved it when Rachel called her 'Quinnie'.
"Get in here with me, this blanket is like a fucking kleenex and I'm freezing." Rachel lifted up the offending piece of material and Quinn sucked in a breath when she saw the hospital gown barely reached the brunette's mid thigh. Her incredibly tanned and toned mid thigh.
"Such foul language from such a pristine girl."
"I'm not pristine Judd Nelson," the older woman laughed at the Breakfast Club reference and then pulled a grimace, "And stop making me laugh, it hurts."
Quinn gently climbed into the narrow hospital bed next to the fragile woman, "I'm sorry that my amazing personality is too much for your gimpy body, one day you may become accustomed to it but it might take a while."
Rachel managed to suppress a laugh but a wide grin split her face, "Really? Well I don't mind putting in the time to get used to you." she snuggled into Quinn's warm side and tried to take a covert sniff of the blonde's hair but ended up sort of snorting and sneezing at the same time and eventually falling into a coughing fit which burned her side like hell bringing tears to her eyes.
Quinn gently rubbed the small woman's back and murmured nothings into her hair until the fit subsided. "Do you need some water?" she asked softly wiping away the tears leaking from the corners of Rachel's eyes.
"No, just hold me?"
"Ok Rach."
This is insane. Emma Pilsbury had worked in the emergency room at this prestigious New York hospital for years, starting after she graduated med school as a nurse until finally she worked her way up to the head honcho who called that shots, and in all of her years she had never seen such a misfit crowd of loud indignant people as stood before her now. There were people in insane make-up, odd clothing, and every few minutes another one would sweep into her emergency room as though they owned the place and the rest would remark loudly about not knowing anything.
It was simply unsavory. Well except for one man with curly brown hair who seemed to be in charge of them all, he was quite savory but she had a job. Public statement time Emma. "All those of you here to see," she looked down at the manilla file in her hand, "Rachel Barbra Berry, please step this way." The mob jumped up and rushed towards her, they really are quite dramatic. "As of nine thirty tonight was announced concussion free. In the accident earlier today she sprained a wrist, bruised two ribs, and suffered a laceration to her forehead. She did not need any type of operation aside from a few stitches and regained consciousness earlier this evening. She is perfectly fine and needs to rest. To that end she can only entertain a few more visitors tonight. Does she have any family here?"
The attractive brown haired man moved to the front of the group, "Rachel's fathers are not in the state but we are all her family here." he gestured around to the group of misfits. "I guess we should send in Kurt, Tina, Brittany, and I'll come too. We will pass along your condolences and we will meet at noon at the theater tomorrow to coordinate future visits and decide how to proceed." The cast and crew nodded in agreement and went to file out of the emergency room in small groups alight with gossip. "And nobody talks to the press! We will prepare a public statement tomorrow."
The remaining four people were led by Emma into the singer's room, who was now soundly asleep in the blonde's strong embrace. Quinn looked up at the visitors and blushed as if she had been caught in some inappropriate act. Hugging her hurt friend wasn't crossing a line, was it? She gently brushed the hair from the brunette's face and whispered in her ear, "Hey Rachie, look who came to see you."
Kurt smiled knowingly at the interaction and went to take the chair Quinn had originally occupied as Rachel came to. "You scared the crap out of me Rachel." he said sternly, "And you know how I feel about gray hairs and worry lines. I cannot afford those things and yet it seems to be all I get when you are around!"
"I'm sorry Kurt. Quinn has already adequately chastised me for scaring people." Rachel's voice was scratchy and weak from sleep and exhaustion.
"Don't be sorry Rach," Tina said kindly, "I should probably be apologizing to you, I know how forgiving you are but I gave Sam the chewing out of his life for his royal fuck up and I swear he looked ready to jump down the trap door to get away from me."
"Tina! Thank you." the small brunette smiled, ok maybe Sam deserved some punishment.
"And Quinn here's your phone, you left it at the theater after. Well after the accident. It's been ringing off the hook since ten so I answered it and some woman was cussing in Spanish and demanded on knowing where you were so I said the hospital then she cursed some more, this time in English and hung up."
Crap Santana will have my head. The Latina was extremely protective and the had made a deal when they moved to the city that if one of them wasn't home by ten and hadn't told the other they were going out something was up.
"Everyone was extremely worried about you Rachel, I think we exceeded the maximum capacity of the waiting room." Schue said awkwardly, "I'm sorry this happened. We will have a full investigation into it tomorrow and you know we are all here to support you, however long it takes."
"Thanks Schue. Let them know I appreciate the concern and am doing just fine." throughout the whole conversation Rachel had remained glued to Quinn's side and couldn't stop smiling at the soft stroking of the blonde's hand in her hair.
"WHO AM I? WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU?! I AM SANTANA LOPEZ I DO NOT WAIT OUTSIDE!" there was a the sound of a scuffle from down the hall by the nurse's station, "SURE CALL THE SECURITY GUARDS! I WILL GO ALL LIMA HEIGHTS ADJACENT THEIR PANSY ASSES!" and then a few seconds later, "WELL... UM... THAT ASS IS CERTAINLY LESS PANSY-ISH THAN I EXPECTED."
"I should go get her." Quinn said smiling at her roommate and carefully disentangling herself from the injured brunette. The other four people in the room gave her bewildered looks when the realized she was with the yelling woman. Upon exiting the room she was greeted with the sight of Santana in her rattiest sweat pants and an old holey t shirt that said 'Property of McKinley High Athletics' staring daggers at three large security guards.
"Please allow me to apologize for my friend, she get's violent when she is nervous," Quinn said stepping between the guards and the Latina. Her natural calming presence seemed to work on both parties and the guard who seemed to be in charge gave a curt nod before turning away. Quinn grabbed her roommate's wrist and dragged her back to Rachel's room.
"What the hell Quinn!? You don't call me, then you don't pick up your phone, then some woman tells me you are at the hospital! I thought you were dead or in a coma or dead!" Everyone in the room was staring at the heated Latina.
"I'm sorry S. There was an accident and I rushed here in the ambulance and just got tied up."
"It better been one hell of an accident for you to get me out of the apartment dressed like a damn, bougie, rachet, slob."
Gosh things were serious when Santana pulled out the highschool adjectives. Quinn couldn't even remember the last time she heard the Latina, or anyone for that matter say bougie. "It was, Rach. She fell down a trap door."
"What the fuck? I thought you were doing Wicked, not Scooby Doo! What the hell is a trap door doing on a stage?" It warmed Quinn's heart to see her friend so worked up over Rachel getting hurt. Normally the Latina was only this enraged when something happened to someone close to her so to Quinn it was like a round about way of showing affection for the blonde herself, by being worried about the people Quinn cared about.
"It was supposed to be there," the injured woman piped up, "It was just supposed to be up and then I would step on it and then it would slowly lower, for the melting scene. But there was a small mishap."
"Berry, nothing about this mishap is small if you are in the f-ing hospital." Santana smirked.
"Everyone, this is Santana, my roommate and friend from highschool. Santana this is Schue; the director, Kurt; make-up extraordinaire, Tina; main stage manager, and Brittany; one of the best dancers on the East Coast, and you know Rachel of course" each person smiled in turn and Santana nodded politely until her eyes landed on Brittany. The Latina developed a wide smirk and resembled the cheshire cat as she strode over to the tall blonde.
"Brittany is it? That's a beautiful name, almost as beautiful as you." the brunette offered her hand to shake the dancer's. Rachel just shook her head and laughed. Leave it to Santana to go on an angry rant, nearly get thrown out, and then try to pick up a girl in a hospital. Surprisingly enough the blonde seemed to be interested in her intimidating friend.
"Ok, visiting hours for friends are so far beyond over. If your performance in Funny Girl didn't almost move me to tears these people would not have gotten in in the first place ," a kind middle aged nurse in scrubs with pastel care bears on them said sweeping into the room. "Now everybody out that's not a relative."
Santana and Brittany left with hardly a "Bye Rachel" to continue their conversation elsewhere. Schue was next to go after promising to wait until tomorrow with her help to create a public statement of the accident. Tina and Kurt both gave her cautious hugs and wished her well before departing.
"Well don't just stand there New Girl. Get back in here." the brunette said once they were the only two left in the room.
"You hear nurse Mc- Berry-Fan. Only family is allowed to stay overnight." Quinn replied dejectedly.
"Exactly which is why I need my cousin-in-law Quinnie to come keep me company before I freeze to death." the blonde instantly lit up and climbed back under the covers.
"Cousin-in-law? Really?"
"I figured it was better than an actual blood relative since we look nothing alike and cuddling is probably more acceptable between a cousin in law than a sister in law." she explained snuggling back into the taller woman's side and smiling when a long arm went around her shoulders to hold her in close.
"Who said I wanted to cuddle with you in the first place?"
"Me. Promise you won't leave me in the middle of the night to find a less pathetic person to cuddle with?"
"Promise."
A few things:
1. YAY! you survived my super long chapter
2. this was written super late at night and not really proof-read before posting so help on grammar and spelling is appreciated
3. Thank you for sticking with this story for so long. I love writing it and hope you enjoy reading it
4. next update will likely not be until next week so see you then!
5. Reviews keep me motivated and make my day so keep those lovely things coming!
6. The accident with Rachel actually did happen to Idina Menzel during her last performance of Wicked but to a lesser extent, the platform was partially lowered and she hit her ribs on the edge of the door and had to go to the hospital where she was later diagnosed with a few fractured lower ribs. There is an interview on YouTube with her about it that y'all should watch, she has such an amazing personality!