Hey here is another update. I am trying for two each on both my stories. But I doubt I'll be able to make it before my roommate makes it home. But I'll try! Remember read, review, enjoy.

Chapter 24

"Santana?" Rachel called through the house. "Santana, I know you're home." She heard a faint groan coming from the living room. "Santana?" She called again, setting her bag down on the floor before entering the other room.

"Rach?" She heard a weak voice from the couch. Santana was sprawled across it. In the same position that Rachel had left her in an hour ago.

"Oh baby.." The smaller girl leaned down and brushed some hair away from her wife's face. "I told you to go up to bed."

"There is no way in hell I am dragging my sick ass up those steps." Her voice came out thick and stuffy. Rachel smiled sweetly at her.

"Come on, I'll help you." Her voice was soft as she went to stand, holding her hand out. Santana swatted at it childishly. "San. Stop and let me help you. I got you that menthol rub." She held her hand out again, eyebrows raised in a bribing manner.

"Fineee.." The other woman whined from the couch and took her lovers hand. "But I want it everywhere. This shit hurts more than one of Coach Sylvester's practices." She allowed Rachel to pull her to her feet.

"Anywhere you want it. Let's just get you up stairs first." She stopped breifly by the door to grab her bag. Santana whined again.

"Rach. Stop moving so much, Or I'll fall over." She coughed. "And then when I feel better I'll kick your ass for dropping me." Rachel huffed.

"Oh please. We both know I am more than able to handle you. Santana Lopez." She turned them to the stairs and started up them. "Now shush and get up the stairs."

"Whatever.." She mumbled, fighting through the sick pains in her legs. She fucking hated being sick, in her opinion it equated to being stuck in an elevator with Finnocence for an entire day.

"Alright, now go lay on the bed." Rachel instructed, opening the door to their room. Santana dragged her feet, like literally dragged them, loose limb and all. Rachel just had to roll her eyes.

"And you say I'm a pain when I'm sick. You revert back into a child." She was emptying the bag out. Santana groaned from across the room.

"Rachel, shut up and just take care of me. I might even say please." She was lying half on the bed, not having the energy to lift her legs up.

Holding her tongue at the sight, Rachel sighed and walked over to her worse half. Grabbing her legs, she lifted them up and rolled Santana completely on the bed. She moaned at the movement and sent a half-assed glare. Ignoring her for the moment, Rachel continued to push on Santana til she was laying on her stomach.

"Pushy much?" Her voice came out muffled by the pillow she was laying on. Rachel gave up her control for a second and placed one rough smack to her right ass cheek. The other girl yelped.

"Just be quiet and lie still."

"Not if you're planning on beating me in my weakened condition. This is what you've been waiting for."

"Oh my god. Santana, shush." And she pushed her head back into the pillow. "Let's get you feeling better." She pulled her shirt up a little and began rubbing the menthol into her back.

"Fine, but don't forget my ass. It stings now."

Rachel just chuckled.