Severed | Glee

Chapter Five

*Knock* *Knock* *Knock*
Santana groaned and rolled to her side. She grabbed her pillow and covered her ear with it.
"Get the door, Kara," Santana groaned.
There was no reply.
*Knock* *Knock* *Knock*
"Kara, please, my head hurts too much." Santana frustratingly sat up and looked over to her friends empty bed.
Santana crawled out of bed and drunkenly walked to the door. She rubbed her eyes before opening the door to reveal a slightly taller boy, with a scarf around his neck.
"Kurt?" Santana mumbled. "What in god's name are you doing here?"
Kurt's face said everything Santana didn't want to know. The girl clearly looked and sounded miserable.
"I messaged you, and have been messaging you saying I was stopping by to drop some stuff off," Kurt replied.
Santana looked down to his hands and noticed he was carrying a box.
Santana stepped out of the way and let kurt enter the room.
He placed the box down on what he presumed was Santana's bed and took a seat himself.
Santana opened the box and noticed it was a bunch of her belongings from high school that she'd left behind.
"Mr. Schue was getting rid of everything. The glee club was running out of storage space," he said.
"Oh," Santana replied. "If he stopped buying things, then he wouldn't have this problem."
"You're right. But some of that stuff's what you brought in from home and left. I was going to take it back to your parents place, but I figured I should just hand it over to the owner of everything."
"Thank you," was all Santana could say.
Kurt looked around the room and breathed intensely when he noticed all the clothes thrown all over the place. He gave a look to Santana that said he wasn't trying to be judgmental, but he was definitely concerned.
"Did you have a party or something?" he asked.
"I went out last night with Q, and the others," Santana replied.
The reply instantly got Kurt's attention and he perked up.
"Oh? You got into touch with Quinn?" he grinned.
Santana rolled her eyes and took a seat beside Kurt.
"I did. With the help of Bree and Kara of course."
"Ah. Did you have fun last night?" he asked.
Santana reminisced on the night and smiled. "From what I can remember, yeah, I did," she replied.
Kurt excitedly clapped his hands together.
"Yay! I always had hope in you both," he said.

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"Ouchhh," Quinn groaned and reached for her head.
She took in such a deep breath she felt all the air hit her lungs.
The sun blared on her face, irritating her. She covered her head underneath the blankets.
"I hate hangovers," she muttered.
"Quinn? It's 3:00 PM, I don't think you can sleep all day," Bree called out from the other side of her door.
Quinn squinted her eyes and drowsily sat up, with one hand blocking the sun from her eyes.
"I can, and by the looks of it I will," she said.
Bree rolled her eyes and opened the door.
Somehow, her friend didn't look nearly as trashed out as she did.
"Are you not hung over?" Quinn raised an eyebrow.
"I didn't drink as much as you did," Bree replied. "Puck's under the weather, I need you to watch him while I head out to grab some cough syrup."
Quinn scrunched up her nose in disgust. "He's nineteen, he can't look after himself?"
Bree tilted her head and released a small smile. "He can't even cook his own meals- hang on, he won't cook his own meals," she chuckled. "You don't have to rush out of bed, just make sure to check he's not having too much trouble breathing in about ten or so minutes."
Quinn nodded and waved her friend off. The blonde sighed and laid back down, but before she got a chance to close her eyes, she heard the sound of Puck coughing his guts up.
She groaned and slowly walked out of her bedroom and into the loungeroom.
Puck was laying on thr couch, snot dribbling from his nose and his skin completely pale.
"You sound like a dying pig," Quinn said then took a seat on the other couch. "Are you okay?"
"Don't worry about me," Puck weakly said.
Quinn crossed her legs and leaned back in her chair. "I am worried. I don't want someone dying in our apartment."
Puck knew she was only half joking, and managed to crack a smile.
"You're mean, Fabray, mean," he chuckled.
Quinn went the remainder of the day- or at least few hours,  catering to Puck, and making sure all his needs were met.
He whined, a lot, and only worsened her migraine, but she pushed through.
Bree eventually arrived and gave Puck his medicine.
"Long day?" Bree asked.
"Mhmm," both Quinn and Puck said.
"Do you still feel like crap?" Bree asked Quinn.
The blonde shrugged and leaned back in her chair. "More or less," she replied.
"I'm sorry for calling you out of your room today, I just didn't trust Puck on his own-"
"Hey!"
"Why don't you get some rest while I prep dinner tonight?" Bree offered.
Quinn didn't have to think twice and immediately shut her eyes. "Thank you," she said.