She hears a distinct sound of someone bumping into something and then a harsh, whispered, "Ow! Shit!" and then what sounds like a lot of Spanish cursing that would make a sailor blush and with that Rachel, rolling her eyes, carefully extricates herself from the slumbering form of Quinn and quickly goes to check on her friend.
The tiny brunette pulls open the door and sees Santana sitting on the floor, her back to the wall and her left foot clamped in her hands, her head thrown back with a look of utter discomfort.
"What happened?"
Santana's eyes snap to the diva's and she breathes out sharply before rolling her eyes and hissing, "Oh a little green leprechaun decided to do a little dance and then Charlie the unicorn willingly made his way to Candy Mountain and I fell off between here and there...What does it look like happened?"
Rachel chuckles lightly because if Santana is still able to be as sarcastic as she is then she cant be that hurt, "Do you know if Charlie made it?"
Santana huffs her lips slightly upturning in a grin, "I wouldn't know...I stubbed my toe somewhere over there." She waves her hand in the general are of the scene of the assault.
Rachel takes one look at her toe and then she helps her up and walks her to the guest bathroom, pulling out the first aid kit as she sets Santana on the toilet seat and plopping herself down in front of her, grabbing the peroxide and cotton balls.
"You've got a cut from whatever it is you hit. I'm going to clean it out and then put a Band-Aid on it to keep it clean. Uhm the peroxide..."
Santana rolls her eyes, "I know Ber."
That's new. Rachel smiles at her quickly and then swipes the peroxide soaked cotton ball across the cut dabbing lightly. It immediately starts to bubble and the Latina hisses in discomfort.
Rachel blows on it quickly trying to dispel some of the discomfort before grabbing the Band-Aids, "Uhm so do you have any preferences?" She holds up two boxes.
Santana chuckles, "Stars Berry?"
Rachel shrugs but still cant stop the light blush from creeping up on her, "They're kinda my thing."
Santana just smiles, "Of course they are. Do you. Do you have any uh...doyouhaveanyduckones?" she finally rushes out.
Rachel looks at her slightly confused but before she can ask if Santana would kindly repeat herself, the Latina sighs, "Do you have any duck ones? They're kind of Brittany's thing and well..."
Rachel grins widely at her, "Say no more."
Quickly rummaging through the box of assorted band-aids she pulls out a rather cute looking one with little red ducks, "Will this do?"
Santana rolls her eyes and smirks, "Devil Duck Band-Aids? Oh and if you tell anyone..."
Rachel laughs lightly, "San we've been friends long enough for me to know I'm not to ever refer to anything sweet, cute or nice that you do or say, or else you will 'deny it' and then cut me."
The Latina just smirks, satisfied with the answer.
After putting on the Band-Aid, "What were you doing out of bed?"
"I went to drink a glass of water."
Rachel nods, "Okay..."
Rolling her eyes Santana continues, "On my way back to the room I heard noises and I thought maybe Quinn was crying again but then it turned out to just be you. By then my curiosity peeked and I couldn't just walk away and you're gay for Fabray."
