I'd Excuse Murder | Santana Lopez

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A/N: Hi . . . 👀 

So the end of the season is almost here, but that doesn't mean the drama stops. 

Enjoy!

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"I don't want to say I told you so."

Quinn whipped her head to the doorway where Santana was leaning in with an annoyed twitch of her nose. She pointed a nail to the bedroom.

"Get out of here, Santana." She demanded. "You're not making this any easier."

"She's dying in our bathroom! I need to pencil my eyebrows on before practice." Santana faked her irritation, eager to remain in the room where she could keep an eye on Valerie.

"Just get—"

"Quinn, stop yelling." Valerie coughed. "You're giving me a headache."

"We've lost her." Tina stood outside the bathroom with a mask and gloves on, a can of spray in hand. "We should have known this would happen. She's cursed."

Mercedes winced as Valerie's head fell back into the toilet. She coughed up a storm before hurling again into the toilet bowl. She tried her best not to look, rubbing Valerie's back and holding her long hair off her soiled shirt.

"Maybe if she just lets it all out."

The group all made faces as Valerie puked so violently, her whimpers echoing along the bathroom walls.

Lauren jogged back into the hotel room. "Okay, I didn't know what to get so I got her boyfriend."

Santana's head whipped around.

"Why would you do that?" She spat.

"Because I'm her boyfriend." Sam glared at Santana and tried to shove his way past her, but the girl slid to block his path.

Brenda rolled her eyes at how painfully obvious Santana was. She twisted out another rag and laid it on Valerie's neck and shoulders.

"V, we don't even perform for another day." She reminded her. "Try and settle yourself."

Sam hovered outside the bathroom and cased the scenes. He ignored Santana's red hot glare the best he could before slipping past into the bathroom and trading places with Mercedes.

"I got her. Give her some space." Sam insisted.

"Are you sure?" Quinn asked.

"Yes." Sam glanced between Brenda and Santana when they exchanged a look. "I have her. Go get her something to settle her stomach. Has she eaten?"

Tina snorted. "She ate half the buffet this morning at breakfast!" She exclaimed.

"It smelt so good." Valerie sobbed.

"Food poisoning?" Lauren suggested.

Brenda stood up and gently touched Valerie's shoulder. When the girl only continued to cry into the toilet bowl, she settled back and grasped Santana's upper arm.

"Let's go." She whispered, pulling Santana off the doorframe.

"But—" Santana grunted as Brenda roughly yanked her away from the bathroom. She glared at Quinn when the blonde quickly hut the door. "I have stuff in there!"

"You will live without perfect eyebrows." Brenda shook her head. "Come help me get something for her downstairs."

Santana shuffled her feet. She opened her mouth to protest, but sighed and hung her head in defeat. She glanced into the bathroom in time to see Valerie lean into Sam and Quinn, face blotchy and tears stuck to her cheeks. Her heart ached. Sam and Valerie weren't together. She shouldn't have to leave at the expense of him. She should be holding Valerie and checking to make sure she wasn't running the fever she was sure she felt earlier.