Here's another one. Fluffy, totally out of character, but I don't care! hahaa, enjoy.
Chapter 11: Sick
Santana shoved the pillow over her head for what seemed to be the millienth time that day.
"Santanaaa..." Came a muffled voice from the other side. "San, baby. I am sick. Take care of meee..." Rachel groaned, reaching a shaky hand out. Santana jumped.
"Christ Berry! You're hands are freezing." She yelped, bolting from the bed quickly. Rachel stared at her with a pout.
"Then come warm them up. I need you." She coughed, pulling the blankets around her thightly.
Santana took in the sight before her. A sick Rachel Berry. Shiny, red, running nose. Droopy bloodshot eyes. Her hair sprawled out in all directions. Well, let's just say that Rachel Berry looked and felt like death warmed over. And Santana felt sorry for the helpless girl. Shaking her head, she crawled back onto the bed and snuggled Rachel closer.
"You better not get me sick." She muttered into the other girl's hair. Running a soothing hand down her back.
"Say's the one who willingly crawled into bed with a sick person. Buried her face in said sick persons hair and is snuggled against her." Rachel mumbled into the taller woman's side. Santana scoffed lightly.
"You know," She said lightly. "Here I thought, that you would be a whiny, miserable, sick person." She glanced over the other girl. She could feel Rachel smile into her.
"Nope, not enough energy." She breathed out through her stuffy nose. Pulling the blanket softly, Santana wrapped it around them both and pulled Rachel as close as possible.
"I love you San..." Rachel yawned, curling into her side. Trying to soak up the other girls warmth.
"I love you too Rach." Santana replied, wrapping her limbs around Rachel.
"Hold me." She spoke softly.
"I am." The Latina spoke back, holding her tighter.
"Hold me for forever." Came her sleepy voice, Pulling at Santana's heart.
"I will Rach. I will." And she planted a kiss to the snoozing girls head.
"Forever and always."