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The cold settled deep into Quinn's already wary muscles.
She shivered on the couch, feeling sick.
Brittany frowned as she caught sight of the woman.
"Santana?" Brittany called, getting the Latina's attention. "Can you get a blanket?"
"Of course"
"We're gonna warm you up, okay?" Brittany said softly to the other blonde. Quinn managed a small nod.
"I feel like I'm gonna throw up"
"Okay" Brittany nodded, immediately grabbing the bucket they kept under the end-table and handing it to her. "It's okay. You're okay"
"Here" Santana said as she returned with a big, fluffy blanket, which she immediately wrapped around the shaking woman.
"Thank you" Quinn muttered. She was a bit embarrassed. She always hated seeming so fragile around them, but she also knew they weren't judging.
They never did.
Eventually, the shivers settled into her stomach, and she found herself retching up what little she'd eaten that day.
Brittany rubbed her leg as Santana held her hair back.
It was humiliating but, at the same time, she felt incredibly cared for.
That part was nice, at least.