Glee One Shot

You swung one of your legs as you waited for your girlfriend to come and pick you up from the hospital. If you could you would swing your other leg however you had a large cast weighing it down and even with your crutches, you struggled to pick it up from the floor. It had been about six hours since you first arrived in the emergency room with a broken leg, brought in by an ambulance. You would have told your girlfriend, but you knew she had cheerleading practice and a lot of homework, so you didn't want to bother her until you needed a ride home.

Every time the door opened, you hoped to see Santana but, in every instance, it was someone whom was injured or ill or one of their loved ones. Finally, Santana walked in still in her uniform, her car keys in her hand, looking around for you. When she saw you sat in the waiting area, she shot you a smile, approaching you.

"Why didn't you call me when you got brought in?" She asked, not bothering to say help or use any small talk, just getting to the point.

"I didn't want to bother you. You had practice and homework, I didn't want you to have to drop everything to sit with me in the ER waiting for someone to x-ray my leg," you said apologetically.

Santana shook her head at you. "You said you broke your leg, but you didn't mention how you did it. Was it something stupid again?"

You gave her a sheepish smile. Having been in a relationship for a few years, Santana knew you were clumsy and often injured yourself in stupid ways. This time continued that trend. Unlike most people who broke their leg, it wasn't some triumphant story or a big accident that led to it. You'd been walking down the stairs, carrying washing but hadn't realised one of the towels wasn't folded up and was hanging down; you had tripped on the hanging towel, sending you tumbling down the stairs and leaving you in a cast.

"I tripped over the washing as I was taking it downstairs," you sighed, avoiding eye contact with her.

"This is a whole new level of moronic, even for you," she stated.

With a roll of her eyes, she picked up your crutches, holding them so you could slot your arms in to help hoist yourself up.

"Even if it was done stupidly, I am going to take care of you," she smiled. "Let's get you in the car and we'll pick up dinner on the way home."

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Written by Charlotte.

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