Some people are doing this also on FF, so I figured why not. I'm going to try to write a daily, possibly every-other daily ficlet just to pass the time. I know that sick!Brittany or sick!Santana is a bit of a cliché, but what the heck. I live for writing clichés. Hope you enjoy!
It's the first day out of school. The temperature is at eighty-eight degrees and currently rising, causing a lapse of shock for the majority of sweltering Lima residents.
But not Brittany. Brittany's freezing, a cold sweat beading up at the roots of hair. Her teeth are chattering slightly and she's buried under layers of comforters. Her fever reached a peak this morning and the one thing that can make her feel better isn't here yet. Her throat is burning and uneven and her nose is consistently dripping no matter what she does. She's taken and tried reliefs that her mother's given her, medicine or not, but nothing's worked.
She's convinced that she's never going to get better until she hears the faint knock on her door. Santana. She let's out a loud, rough cough and then croaks out a quiet "come in."
Santana sweeps her hair around her shoulder and takes one look at Brittany. "Damn Britt, you look like hell." Brittany looks down at her shoulder for a split second and then back down. "Sorry," Santana mutters.
"I don't feel well, San," Brittany chokes out, her voice cracking. "Where were you? You're usually here when I don't feel well."
Santana's eyes instantly soften. "I know, B. I'm sorry. I was just figuring some stuff out with Kurt the past few days. About..." Her eyes shift to the ground and then back up again. "Well, you know."
Brittany lets out a loud sniff and curls up farther into the sheets, gripping her Cheerio doll. "Lay in bed with me, San?"
Santana's wearing barely anything and she's still burning up, but she can't resist the hope in Brittany's eyes, so she takes pity and nods.
She climbs into the bed and under the sheets. Brittany's body conforms to the shape of Santana's. She lets her head rest on top of Santana's as Santana buries her head into Brittany's neck.
"You're my personal heater," Brittany smiles and kisses the top of Santana's head. Santana nuzzles Brittany's neck and then kisses her rough, chapped lips.
Santana pulls away slowly from the chaste kiss slowly and breaks into a small smile. "You need some lip balm, Britt."
She kisses her again, but this time it's Brittany who breaks away from the kiss to cough hard, doubling over. Santana sits up almost immediately and holds her back, patting it softly. Brittany continues to cough and Santana is left empty-handed until the fit ends itself. "You're going to get sick yourself."
Brittany sneezes violently as the brunette captures her into an intense kiss. "It'll be worth it," she murmurs, her tongue running alongside the inner parts of Brittany's lips.
"I love you, San. So much."
"Te amo, Britt. Por toda mi vida."
Thanks for reading! Please review. Also, correct me if some of the Spanish is wrong. I just take it at school.
Te amo - I love you
Por toda mi vida - For all my life