"Jesus S, don't touch it!" Quinn exclaimed in agony. She had been doing something strenuous and therefore twisted her ankle in the process. She was lying on an examination table, in the hospital, with Santana poking and prodding her bad ankle.

"I'm just checking Q" Santana argued in defence, not wanting to have her head ripped off, by a fairly cranky blonde, "Plus, what are you going to tell the doctors, because what actually happened might get you in jail"

"Say it a little louder S!" hissed Quinn. Yes, what they had been doing was a little illegal…or just too complicated to explain to a hysterical hospital worker, and in a shorter time than it takes to dial 911.

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Sam and Puck owned those halls. All of the other male doctors…weren't as attractive as them. So, when they strode down the corridors of the hospital in they're dark blue scrubs…they were like God. Yet they never dated those girls. They were all too needy and it would be almost impossible to have a one night stand with them…if they were working together. They only hung out with one gal from work…

"Hey Finnson, I've got another appendectomy for you…so you've got surgery at 4. Don't mess up because it reflects badly on me" Sam always teased Finn about the fact that he was a surgeon and wasn't as 'clever' as the medical jocks. He was especially excluded by the fact that Finn had to wear green scrubs…Lord Help him.

"Yea thanks Evans, any word from that girl yet?"Finn retorted. Sam had been desperate all weekend trying to get this girl's number, let alone her second name. On Saturday afternoon, he sketched a stick person that was meant to resemble Quinn, and ran along the streets of Beverly Hills asking whether anyone had seen her. Needless to say, it went badly. Yet after he spent Sunday moping around in his pyjamas…Quinn was a second thought now.

The three walked, zinging each other about girls and crap, all the way to their favourite nurses' station, where Katie was positioned most of the day.

"Ah, Katie…the love of my life" Finn mocked, pushing his chart to his chest and speaking in an almost Shakespearean manner. If you think Finn got teased about his profession…you and see how badly Katie got mocked. She was a nurse. Nothing bad about it, I mean they do all of the real work, but she gets barely any credit for it. She does like her pink scrubs though, that was a bonus.

"Ah, Finn…the ass of my life" she spat back, moving charts back and forth, back and forth with the monotony of her career, "Samantha, Blondie call you yet or did she take a break from your fake relationship?"

Finn and Puck tried to suppress fits of laughs and they glanced at Sam, who was now grinding his teeth, in pure hatred.

"Katherine, stop being a cliché bitch for once" he teased back.

"Oooo, touchy" chorused the other boys, now all leaning on the counter of the nurses' station.

"Shut up, I'm done with all the mystery and all the 'find out next time'…I'm moving onto greener pastures" he gloated jumping onto the counter and sliding around behind it where Katie was standing… "As far as I'm concerned it's Quinn who?"

"Well it's literally Quinn who, seeing as she never gave you her surname…Evans" teased Katie prodding his stomach through his scrubs and giggling mischievously.

"It's a turn of phrase Bennett, something your little nursey brain wouldn't understand" That was met with a sharp, shift and painful smack to the back of his pretty little head.

At that point another woman joined in on slapping Sam on the back of the head

"Marie, what the hell?" screamed Sam, worried about loosing too many brain cells in one day.

"If Tinkers had to slap you, I figure you did something wrong". Marie was a mother figure to the four, helping them through their internship and medical conundrums. She reminded them of Laverne from Scrubs, a big woman who helped and loved her favourites and hurt and gossiped her least favourites. Katie was her favourite; she nicknamed her Tinkerbelle and defended her no matter what.

"Trouty Mouth, Tinkerbelle and boy who's still living in the '80s, some girl has twisted her foot, need you three to check it out" Marie explained, flattening the creases out of Finn's scrubs.

"When somebody told me that being in the medical profession was filled with mystery and excitement I always dreamed of treating a twisted ankle" Katie chimed in false excitement and then scoffed rolling her eyes in complete rage at being stuck in a boring and repetition filled job.

They strolled down the hall and swerved into the room where the 'damsel in distress' was located, to begin the routine.

Step 1- Introduction

"Hi I'm Dr Evans, this is Dr Puckerman and this is Nurse Bennett, how can we hel….Quinn?" He was in total shock….HE WAS BEGINNING TO FORGET ABOUT HER! The blonde girl shot her head up at the way her name was uttered, and stared back at Sam, in equal shock.

"Hey Q, I got your water…Puck?"

"Santana?"

"Sam?"

"Quinn?"

"Puck?"

"Sam?"

"Quinn?"

"Did you guys have a foursome or something?" inquired the brunette, standing in the corner in awe of the four repeating each others names…again and again…

"Oh…um…K, this is Quinn and Santana" he grabbed her elbow and whispered the next part, "Quinn's the girl from the bar…that I've been obsessing over".

Katie quirked her eyebrow and let a small giggle emerge from her mouth, which was currently involved in a beaming smile.

"Hey, it's mystery girl" she joked, laughing with Puck, and getting a hole burned through her skin with Sam's piercing glare.

He mouthed 'I hate you' which was fuel for her to keep irritating him.

"Well good news is that we're gonna find out her surname Sammy, seeing as it has to be on the paperwork"

Quinn's face changed from a sympathetic and polite smile to a fallen and depressed face.

"Um, well Katie is going to fill out your insurance forms and stuff and then Puck can come and examine your foot, 'Kay thanks" Sam shuffled out of the room, abruptly and awkwardly not allowing her to be in his sight for any longer.

Puck stepped back into the corner of the room, pulling a face at Katie about how uptight the girls were sitting by them.

"Lift your arm, I need to take some blood" she rather viciously commanded.

"Wait, wait…why?" She panicked, with pure fear in her eyes.

Katie spun her head around to look at Puck, opened her eyes widely and put her head back to staring at the idiotic and in her eyes, pretentious girls, "…because I need to get some blood to see whether you'll react to certain medicines that make you feel better", Katie said it in a patronising tone which made Quinn huff in annoyance.

"So, how do you know the boys Katie?" Santana asked with intent to be amiable.

"Well…" Katie intended to be nice too, except she has a certain demeanour that doesn't tend to appeal to all girls… "I had some crappy parents, so I got put into foster care when I was 6 and then, Puck's mom fostered me until I graduated so I'm technically his sister, and the others were friends with Puck and I just got close with them you know since I was seven…how about you two? What's your back story?"

The Latina and Blonde turned to one another, held the stare a little too long and forced a smile each.

Quinn scratched her neck and uttered, "Long Story"…

"Well, so is Harry Potter, yet Puck and I managed to read all 8 books in 3 hours" she chuckled, putting Quinn's blood into a container.

"I SAID, it's a long story" Quinn spat looking distantly out the window…

Katie wrapped her stethoscope around her neck and looked at the mystery girl quizzically, "Jeez, who put hormones in your cereal this morning"