A/N: My fanfics are on the serious side so I decided to write one that is hopefully funny and light. It won't be too long but right now I need to write something light. Let me know what you think.
Disclaimer: I don't own Glee or the characters. The is written for entertainment purposes only.
"Santana you are not going to bleed to death." Quinn said as she walked into the ER entrance behind Santana.
"You don't know that Fabray. I'm feeling faint and could pass out any minute." Santana walked towards the receptionist. Luckily there wasn't a line.
"How may I help you?" The receptionist asked.
"I almost cut my finger off and need to see a doctor immediately!" Santana demanded.
The receptionist looked at the hand towel that was wrapped around Santana's index finger on her right hand. There wasn't any blood visible on the towel so the receptionist doubted Santana had almost cut her finger off. "I'm going to need some information before the doctor can see you." The receptionist asked for Santana's name, address, and other personal information along with her insurance information. "How did you cut your finger Miss Lopez?"
"Well that is actually quite a funny story." Quinn started saying but was cut off by Santana.
"Cutting up vegetables that's how I cut my finger I was cutting up vegetables." Santana said quickly.
"Ok, please have a seat in the waiting area and a nurse will be out to take you into the ER soon." The receptionist pointed towards the waiting area.
"But my finger needs immediate attention." Santana whined.
"Miss Lopez please have a seat in the waiting area." The receptionist said in a stern tone.
Quinn grabbed Santana by the arm and led her to the waiting area where there were several people waiting. Quinn found two empty seats together and they sat down. "I can't believe you are being such a baby about a little cut on your finger. Most people wouldn't have even come to the ER they would've just put some antibiotic ointment on it and slapped on a band aid. You would think you would be tougher being the daughter of a doctor."
"Sorry we can't all be made of iron like you Fabray." Santana said sarcastically.
Quinn started laughing. "Cutting vegetables that is the best you could come up with when she asked you how you cut your finger. Why didn't you just tell her the truth that you cut your finger trying to open the plastic packaging for your new…" Quinn felt Santana's left hand over her mouth before she could finish her sentence.
"Shut it Quinn. No one needs to know my personal business. How long are we going to have to wait this is ridiculous. Maybe I'll call my father and see if he can get me in quicker."
"Santana your father is a doctor in Lima, Ohio we are in Los Angeles, California. I doubt he would want to put his reputation on the line for a tiny cut on your finger."
Santana decided to sit and pout for awhile so Quinn turned to look at the person sitting next to her for first time. It was a young woman holding a bag of ice on her left wrist. She had her eyes closed and was either sleeping or resting.
"You and your friend argue a lot." The woman said and scared Quinn since she thought she might be sleeping.
"We really aren't arguing it's just kind of way we talk to each other. I'm sorry if we disturbed your rest." Quinn's tone of voice was kind unlike the playful tone she had been using with Santana.
"You didn't disturb me it was actually quite entertaining. I've been waiting for a while now and it took my mind off my wrist." The woman finally opened her eyes.
Quinn's eyes met the blue eyes and they both gave each other a small smile. "I'm Quinn by the way."
"I'm Brittany."
"How long have you been waiting?" Quinn asked.
"I really haven't been keeping track of the time but this ice bag was full when I sat down and now most of the ice has melted." Brittany lifted the bag and it was full of water with a few small ice cubes left.
"Here let me go get you some more ice." Before Brittany could protest Quinn had grabbed the plastic bag and walked over to the receptionist.
With Quinn not sitting between them it was the first time Brittany got a good look at Santana. She was sitting there staring straight ahead. Brittany noticed she had her right index finger wrapped in a kitchen towel. "Those vegetables can be hell to cut up with all of the jumping around they do especially those carrots." Brittany smiled at Santana.
Santana turned to look at Brittany and gave her one of her best scowls. Thankfully Quinn came back right then with a fresh bag of ice for Brittany.
"Thanks Quinn. It was really nice of you to that for me but I think your friend over there might need your help more." Brittany rolled her eyes as she said it which made Quinn smile.
"The woman is right Quinn here you are catering to a complete stranger while your best friend since kindergarten is sitting her in pain and could faint any minute from blood loss." Santana gave Quinn her best bitch look.
It was Quinn's turn to roll her eyes. "You are not going to faint. I'm sure the bleeding has stopped. I can't even see any blood on the towel. You are such a baby. I wish Rachel was here to witness this little act of yours."
"How dare you even mention the dwarf in my hour of need?" Santana whined again.
"I can't wait until she gets home from rehearsal tonight so I can tell her how you cut your finger. She will probably put it in next month's glee club newsletter." Quinn laughed out loud.
Santana was about to say something back when a nurse appeared in the ER doorway. "Brittany Pierce." The woman sitting next to Quinn got up and walked towards the nurse but before she disappeared into the ER she looked at Quinn and Santana. "Thanks for getting the ice Quinn and Santana I hope they don't have to amputate your finger." Brittany said with a wink before she disappeared into the ER.
"Quinn you don't think they will have to…." This time it was Quinn's hand over Santana's mouth that stopped her from speaking.
"Brittany was kidding Santana didn't you notice how she winked at you? I think she was flirting with you. Have you gone so long without a woman that you don't even recognize when one is flirting with you?"
Santana looked at Quinn and pouted again. "It hasn't been that long."
"All I know it's been so long that you bought a…" Santana quickly put her hand over Quinn's mouth again.
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"I can't believe we spent two hours in the ER for you to get two tiny stitches in your finger." Quinn said as Santana and she walked to her car in the ER parking lot. When they got close to her car Quinn pushed the button on her car remote to unlock the doors. Santana got into the passenger side while Quinn got into the driver's side. Quinn was about to start the car when something caught her eye in the car parked next to them.
It was Brittany. She was just sitting there in the driver's seat staring straight ahead. "Quinn can you please start the car already, I want to get home so I can call my father and tell him how that doctor stitched up my finger. I want to make sure he used the right kind of stitch so it won't scar." Santana had put on her seat belt and was waiting for Quinn do the same so they could leave.
"It's Brittany from the ER. She's just sitting in her car." Quinn looked at Santana and motioned with her head in the direction of the car next to them.
"Thanks for the news bulletin. She probably waiting to see when you are going start the car and back out of the parking space so she doesn't leave at the same time and cause an accident. Just please start the car." Santana's impatience was showing.
"I'm going to make sure she's ok before we leave." Quinn opened her car door and got out.
"What? Quinn no I want to go home." Santana whined.
Quinn knocked on the passenger side window of Brittany's car. Brittany looked at her and smiled. Quinn took this a sign that it would be ok if she opened the car door so she opened the door. "Hey Brittany are you ok? I saw that you were just sitting here."
"I'm ok. I can't drive home because the doctor had to give me some medication to relax me while he set my broken wrist. He asked if I had someone to drive me home and I told him I did which was a lie because I'm alone. So I'm just sitting her waiting for the medication to wear off so I can drive home." Brittany talked much slower than earlier so Quinn knew the medication they had given her was strong.
"You can't just sit here like this, is there someone I can call for you?" Quinn got in the car and sat in the passenger seat.
"No, I don't know anyone in LA. I just moved here two weeks ago and I really don't know anyone well enough to call and ask them to pick up me up from the hospital. I'll be fine. From the look that your friend is giving you right now I think you had better get back to her." Santana was glaring at Quinn.
Quinn looked at Santana and gave her small smile along with a wave. She knew it would piss her friend off but Santana was being a baby and deserved it. "She'll be fine. How about I drive you home in your car while Santana follows us in mine?"
"I can't ask you to do that Quinn. I'll be ok." Brittany said in quiet voice.
"You didn't ask me I volunteered. Besides you have a cast on your arm and your arm is in sling. You shouldn't be driving one handed. I'm just going to tell Santana the plan and I'll be right back." Quinn got out of Brittany's car and opened the driver's door of her car.
"It's about time Fabray. Now let's go home."
Quinn didn't get in the car she just stood there with the door opened. "Actually we aren't going home just yet. Brittany needs someone to drive her home so I'm going to drive her home in her car while you follow us in my car." Quinn said it all really fast like saying it fast might not upset Santana as much.
"Oh no, we aren't taking her home. Have her call one of her friends to come and get her. Besides I can't drive with my hurt finger." Santana really was acting like a child.
"We are taking her home and there is no reason you can't drive with your hurt finger. Brittany was given medication to relax her while they set her broken wrist and the medication is still affecting her so she can't drive. She told the doctor she had someone to drive her home but the truth is she just moved to LA a couple of weeks ago and doesn't really know anyone. So we are helping her out and I don't want any further argument from you!" Quinn said the last sentence firmly so Santana knew she was very serious.
Santana knew that tone and she knew it was time for her to suck it up and stop being such a baby about her finger. The truth was Santana knew her finger wasn't cut that badly she was just so embarrassed about how she cut her finger. "Ok, I'll follow you. Do you know where she lives?"
"No, I didn't ask her that so just follow us." Quinn walked to the driver's side of Brittany's car and opened the door. "Here let me help you out of the car and to the passenger seat." Quinn helped Brittany out of the car and then got her all settled in the passenger seat with the seatbelt buckled.
Brittany looked over at Santana who was now sitting in the driver's seat of Quinn's car and they shared a small smile. It was the first time Santana really looked at Brittany because before she was too wrapped up in her finger. Now that her full attention was on Brittany she noticed just how truly beautiful the woman really was especially her blue eyes.
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Santana followed Quinn as they drove to Brittany's place. Santana was worried that Brittany lived in the complete opposite direction of their penthouse apartment but was relieved when she saw Quinn was driving towards where they lived. While she was driving Santana kept thinking about Brittany. She wondered how she broke her wrist, where she had lived before she moved to LA, and mostly she wondered if she was into women. Santana cursed herself for thinking about Brittany's sexuality. Maybe Quinn was right it had been too long since Santana had been with a woman.
Before Santana realized it Quinn was pulling into the parking garage of their apartment building. She immediately panicked and thought Quinn had invited Brittany to stay with them while she recuperated from the drug she was given at the hospital. Santana followed Quinn into the parking garage and when they got to the first level of the garage Santana was surprised when Quinn parked Brittany's car into one of the parking spots.
Santana parked Quinn's car behind Brittany's and got out. Quinn got out of Brittany's car. "What the hell is going on Quinn?" Santana stood there scowling at her friend.
"Funny thing, believe it or not Brittany lives in our apartment building."
"Did you tell her where we live before she told you that?" Santana was suspicious of the whole situation.
"No, I didn't tell her where we lived. She gave me directions to her place and it just happens to be where we live too. I used her key card to open the gate to the parking garage. She lives on the first floor in one of the smaller apartments." Quinn shrugged her shoulders.
Brittany opened the passenger side car door and started to get out. Quinn hurried to help her. "Here let me help you and then I'll walk you to your apartment."
"No you don't need to do that I can make it on my own. You and Santana have already done too much for me." Quinn could tell Brittany was still feeling the effects of the drug from her slow speech.
"I'm going to make sure you get to your apartment ok." Quinn said with a smile.
Santana watched as Quinn supported Brittany by putting her arm around Brittany's waist. Santana suddenly wished it was her arm around Brittany's waist. Santana cursed herself again for thinking that about Brittany in that way. "Q, I'm going to park your car on the third level in your spot then I'll head down to the first floor to help you with Brittany."
"Santana, you don't really need to…" But Santana had driven off before Quinn could finish her sentence.
Santana parked Quinn's car on the third level of the parking garage and then hurried inside the apartment building. Santana, Quinn, and Rachel lived in one of the two penthouse apartments on the third floor. The apartment building was set up so you parked your car on the level your apartment was on and then you walked through a door that took you directly to the floor you lived on. Since they lived on the third floor Santana had to take the elevator to the first floor once she was inside the building.
When she got off the elevator she looked up and down the first floor hallway but didn't see any sign of Quinn or Brittany. She had no idea what number apartment Brittany lived in. The number would've been on the wall where Quinn parked Brittany's car but Santana didn't pay any attention to the number.
Santana sent Quinn a text. What's Brittany's apt #?
A few seconds later she got a reply from Quinn. 111
Santana hurried to apartment 111 and knocked. Quinn answered the door. "You didn't have to come down. I thought you'd be in bed by now resting because of your hurt finger."
"Shut it Fabray. I came down her because I was worried about you. We don't know what kind of person this Brittany is and what she is capable of doing. I was thinking of your own safety." Santana put on her best concerned face.
"You're worried about my safety? I don't think so. Come in before her cat gets out."
Santana walked into the apartment. It was small like really small. She had never been in one of the first floor apartments before and she didn't know they were this small. There was a small opened kitchen, a small living room, and what must be a small bedroom and bathroom down an extremely small hallway. Even though it was small it felt homey and comfortable.
Brittany came out of what must have been the bathroom or bedroom because she had changed into a pair of very short shorts and tank top. Santana noticed immediately that Brittany wasn't wearing a bra and she felt her cheeks get warm.
"Oh hey Santana, I didn't know you were here. How's the finger? I see they didn't have to amputate it." Brittany winked at Santana just like she had at the hospital.
"My fingers ok thanks for asking. I did have to have two stitches." Santana couldn't take her eyes from Brittany's legs as she lay down on the couch.
"Brittany where's your sling?" Quinn asked.
"I took it off to take my shirt off and put on my tank top I left it in the bathroom." Brittany started to get up from the couch.
"You stay right there and I'll get it. Is it ok if I use your bathroom while I'm in there?" Quinn said as she walked towards the bathroom.
"Sure go ahead Quinn. So Santana let me see your finger." Brittany wiggled her finger at Santana asking her to come closer.
Santana walked over and stood by the couch. She held up her right index finger that was covered with a white bandage from the knuckle to the tip.
"Wow that is some bandage. Actually, I would've thought you would prefer a Hello Kitty band aid. No wait Sponge Bob." Santana's face got red because she had been known to enjoy watching Sponge Bob. "Ok Santana, now that it's just you and me tell me how you really cut your finger. I promise I won't judge or make fun of you."
"I was chopping up vegetables." Santana wasn't about to tell Brittany what she was really doing.
"She was using a knife to cut the plastic packaging off from her new vibrator." Quinn said while laughing as she came out back from the bathroom.
Santana's face suddenly felt like it was on fire. She was angry with Quinn but the fire was from embarrassment.
"A new vibrator awesome. Is it is a dual action, clitoral, or g-spot one? Please don't tell me you got just a regular old boring one. Sometime when we both have recuperated from our injuries I'll show you my collection of vibrators."
Santana eyes widen as she looked at Quinn who was fighting back laughter.