Rachel shivered miserably in Brittany's arms. "Please, B? I j..just... need... a little..." Tears poured from her eyes, and she rubbed her face on Brittany's shoulder.
"No, Rachel," Brittany said firmly. "I've got you, it's okay. It's going to be okay, Rachel."
"No, Britt...Santana!" she exclaimed, seeing the other girl walk into the room holding a joint. "You'll let me have some, won't you? Please? Just a little..."
"I called Mr. Ryerson," Santana said to Brittany, ignoring Rachel's pleas. She held out the joint to Brittany. "I rolled a bunch upstairs." She tossed her head in Rachel's direction. "She's gonna get sick soon."
Brittany nodded and told Santana with her eyes that she loved her. "Thanks, S."
Santana smiled for the briefest of moments at Brittany, before nodding and moving toward the stairs. "I'll make some tea," she said, ascending.
"You don't care about me!" Rachel screeched. "You'd give me some if you did!" She tried to pull out of Brittany's hold, but the blonde was stronger than Rachel on a normal basis. Rachel's weakened condition made it that much easier to hold her still.
Brittany took a pull and blew the smoke in Rachel's face. "Take a hit, Rach. You'll feel a little better."
Rachel shook her head wildly, attempting to break free, then sagged against the Cheerio again, crying. "I just need a little..." Suddenly she lurched, and Brittany calmly tucked the joint between her lips and grabbed the trash can, placing it next to them and sweeping Rachel's hair back from her face in one fluid motion, just in time for Rachel to vomit.
"That's it, Rachel," she said softly, rubbing the brunette's back. "You're gonna be all better soon," she said quietly.