Severed | Glee

Chapter Seven

*BOOM* Santana fell right out of her bed. Startling Kara awake, her friend quickly jumped out of bed to help.
"Are you okay?" Kara asked
"Perfect, " Santana bitterly said.
Santana was helped up onto her bed, and it didn't take long for Kara to see Santana hadn't changed since leaving the day before.
"What time did you get back yesterday?" she wondered and grabbed Santana a glass of water.
"I don't even know," Santana replied.
Kara nodded and took a seat on her own bed while she observed her friend.
"Was it a tiring day?"
Santana shook her head. "We just drank and reminisced," she replied.
"I'm glad you're talking again," Kara smiled. "But if you fall out of your bed again because you're so exhausted, I'm leaving you on the floor."
Santana rolled her eyes. She knew she was only joking, and so she didn't take her seriously.
Santana went the rest of the day grinning to herself.
Santana skipped along the campus. Flashbacks from the night replayed in her head. She'd missed hearing Quinn's laugh, and most importantly, she missed lazily laying on a couch with her friend. It was the simple things, but it was enough to make her excited.
Santana was so focused on her thoughts she hadn't noticed another student heading toward her. The two collided into each other, and Santana quickly glared at them.
"Watch where you're going!" she shouted.
The person shook when they'd realised who they'd bumped into.
"San- San- Santana! I'm sorry, I didn't mean to!" they frantically apologised.
"It's fine, just open your eyes next time," Santana said. She brushed by the person and was immediately hit with reality.
She was the one who wasn't paying attention.
"Well crap," Santana muttered.
She turned back around hoping the person was still there, but they'd fled the scene.
Santana slapped herself on the back of her hand and groaned. "You're supposed to have a good rep here!" she told herself.

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"I'm not sick anymore!" Puck shouted while trying to open his bedroom door.
"Your. Nose. Is. Still. Red!" Quinn replied. She was using all of her strength (with the help of Bree) to keep Puck from opening his door.
The two women were exhausted. Puck was strong, and everytime he pulled on the door, a few inches of open space would be revealed, before the girls quickly slammed the door shut. It was like playing tug of war with a Tibetan Mastiff.
"Puck! You're not coming out until you've completely recovered!" Bree exclaimed.
"I'm fine! See? I can do jumping jacks," he said and proceeded to jump in his place.
"No!" both Quinn and Bree said in unison.
Puck groaned and let go of the door knob. "One more day, then I'm coming out," he told them.
Once they were certain Puck wasn't going to try anything, they let go of The door knob, too.
They released defeated breaths then stumbled their way into the loungeroom.
"He's strong." Bree shook her head.
"Uh-huh," Quinn agreed.
Both girls quickly went quiet when they heard a small sound come from the corridor.
They eyed each other then the corridor.
Puck's door burst open and the boy ran out with a giddy grin. Quinn and Bree frustratingly furrowed their brows, and before they could scold Puck and force him into quarantine again, he tackled both girls onto the couch.
"Touch down!" Puck excitedly announced then stood up, leaving his two victims dumbfounded.
"What?- PUCK!" Quinn raised her voice.
"See? I'm totally better," he said.
"I hate you," Bree mumbled.

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Santana trudged all the way home. She walked while hunched over and tiredly yawned every few minutes. School certainly had this kind of effect on people at the end of the day.
She pushed open the door and dropped everything she was holding onto the ground.
"I hate school," she said.
"Why?" said a voice from behind Santana.
She jumped and whipped her body around, only to be greeted by Brittany.
"Brittany, where'd you come from? And how'd you get on the campus?!" Santana asked.
Brittany shrugged and took a seat at the shared desk.
"I just came to catch up. Are you alright?" Brittany wondered.
"I'm fine," Santana sighed. "Aren't you supposed to be at work?"
Brittany shook her head. "I don't work today. Was today a rough day for you?"
Santana tiredly smiled. "You could say that," she replied.
Brittany pouted and tilted her head to the side. A small grin creeping on her face.
"You need a spa day out," Brittany declared.
"A what?-"
"A spa day out! It's very beneficial," she said. "Andddd, you could always go with someone else." Towards the end, Brittany winked.
Santana scrunched up her face. "Someone else? Who's there to go with? Encase you hadn't noticed, everyone I know are always busy - oh..." The realisation hit Santana like a bus. "I mean, I don't think she'd even agree, she's got a life of her own," Santana said.
Brittany gave her friend an 'Are you serious?' look. She exhaled loudly and shook her head.
"If you won't go with her, then I'll come with you," Brittany decided.
"What?" Santana asked wide eyed. "I-I mean I can ask her, but you'll have to tag along."
Brittany shook her head once again. "Nope. Well, it's decided, you're going with Quinn," she said and gave her friend a pat on the head.
"Now hold up one minute, ma'am. Are you playing a matchmaker all of a sudden?"
"Eh, wouldn't be my first rodeo," Brittany shrugged.

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Anxiously, Santana and Quinn walked to the spa. The building didn't look as big on the outside, but inside there were plenty of rooms and hallways.
It was bright inside, too.
They walked up to the receptionist and smiled politely.
"One appointment for Santana Lopez and Quinn Fabray," Santana said.
The woman behind the desk typed into the computer then looked back up.
"They'll be a few minutes. Why don't yous go to your room and they'll meet you there?" the woman said.
Both girls nodded and were given their room number.
They waited around in the room for a few minutes, eyeing everything. Two table beds had been displayed next to each other and both Santana and Quinn stood by the one they were going to use.
"Sorry this day isn't all that organised," Santana apologised.
Quinn shook her head and smiled. "Everything's fine. It's only a few minutes," she said.
Two older women entered the room and greeted the girls. They had Santana and Quinn get dressed into towels and then they laid face down on the table.
Both women applied lotion to their hands and began massaging it into their backs, legs, and arms.
The woman massaging Santana raised a curious eyebrow.
"Have you been stressed out lately?" she asked.
The question took Santana by surprise and she stumbled over her words. "Not- not that I can recall," she replied.
"Hmm. Alright, well try to take it easy from now on," the woman said.
The woman with Quinn was also curious, because like Santana, her muscles seemed very tense.
"Has anything been stressing you out lately?"
"Everything," Quinn muttered. "Ooh, that's the spot!"
"Perhaps going into the sauna afterwards would help clear your minds as well?" the woman with Santana suggested, who then got a confirmative nod from the other.
"Okay," Santana agreed.
Thirty minutes later both the women had finished giving the two girls their much needed massage. They left the room for a brief moment so Santana and Quinn could wipe themselves off in private.
They both sat at the edges of the tables, cloth in hand, while they wiped the lotion off their bodies.
Quinn turned to Santana and held the cloth up slightly.
"Could you give me a small hand?" she asked.
Santana perked up with confusion.
"I can't reach my back," Quinn clarified.
"O-oh, yeah, sure thing." Santana walked over and took the cloth from Quinn. She gently pressed it against Quinn's back and moved in circular motions.
As she neared Quinn's neck, she moved loose strands of hair out of the way, her fingers brushing against Quinn's skin. The touch of skin agaisnt her own made something in Santana's stomach drop. While she continued to rub Quinn's back she kept her eyes on her neck, then her shoulders. The longer she looked at Quinn's bare skin, that sudden drop sensation in her stomach repeated, and intensified. That feeling then turned into butterflies. Santana's face reddened. She took calming breaths, but the feelings didn't go away.
"Oh crap," Santana accidentally blurted out loud.
She covered her mouth just as quick as Quinn turned around with a panicked look.
"What?" she frantically asked.
"I bent my nail," Santana lied and nervously smiled.
Quinn eyed her suspiciously. "Be careful, alright?" she said. "Anyway, turn around, I'll get your back now."
The girls ended the day after the sauna. Quinn drove Santana back to the dorm then she headed back home. The day was good, and worked out wonderfully, but Santana couldn't help but feel ashamed. She was supposed to be hanging out with Quinn as friends. Catching feelings, or whatever she was feeling, wasn't supposed to happen!
They're friends, and that's it.
Just friends...