After a long day of school and Glee practice, all Santana wants is to go home and sleep but how can she resist those sparkling blue eyes asking her to stay over?
With both their parents away the two cheerleaders have been taking it in turns staying at each others houses; they say it gives them more 'Brittany and Santana time', but neither of them will admit that they feel safer in an empty house when they're together.
But on this particular day Santana had a pounding headache, not helped at all by the harsh fluorescent lighting in the choir room, and she was exhausted. She couldn't say no to Britt though, not when she looked into those eyes. No one could.
They fell into bed together as soon as they got home, the blonde cheerleader hoping to have some time 'together', but her friend was asleep before she even got a chance to change out of her Cheerios uniform. Snuggling in next to her Brittany quickly fell asleep.
She couldn't understand why she'd woken so early, according to her clock it was only 1:02 in the morning, but the bed was boiling. Throwing the covers back Brittany turned to Santana to see if maybe she was awake; she hadn't moved since she'd fallen asleep so abruptly. But something wasn't right, Britt was sure of it. When it came to her girl Brittany had an amazing sixth-sense and she knew something was off.
Reaching out to shake the Latino awake she realised why the bed felt so hot, Santana was boiling! Brittany pulled the covers off her and woke her up quickly. She barely stirred, squinting one eye to look up at her best friend before groaning and falling back asleep. This wasn't normal, Santana normally got friskier the more tired she was.
Brittany didn't know what to do, 'Tana was obviously sick, but not sick enough to go to hospital. Trying to remember what her Mother used to do when she got sick, Brittany ran downstairs to get some water.
Getting Santana to sit upright was a major effort in itself as she was shaking so hard, getting her to take a sip of the water was a whole different matter. No matter how much she tried the cheerleader refused to let Brittany bring the glass to her lips.
"Well" thought Brittany "desperate times call for desperate measures. And she looks so miserable, I hate seeing her sad".
Rummaging through her nightstand she pulled out the piece of paper she'd been looking for, quickly dialling the number in the top corner, she crossed her fingers hoping she wouldn't get the answering machine.
"Hello?" a mumbling, half-asleep voice answered on the other end of the phone.
"Mr. Schue; it's Brittany, from Glee." She added, just in case he forgot, "can you help me"
"Uh Britt it's 1:30 in the morning, what do you need?"
"It's Santana, she's sick and I don't know how to help her. Our parents are away and told us not to contact them unless I was dying and I'm scared, please help". She was pleading with him by the time she had finished talking.
Sighing Mr Schue agreed to come over as soon as he could.
Brittany was pacing back and forth in her room, stealing glances at Santana with every turn. Even now when she was sick, Brittany couldn't believe how beautiful she looked; cheeks flushed red and her face gentle in sleep the blonde knew she was lucky to have such an angel to watch over her. And now it was her turn to look after Santana, she was strangely proud to have such an important job; she couldn't let her stay sick.
As soon as the doorbell rang she sprinted downstairs to let Mr Schue in and dragged him upstairs as quickly as possible.
"Brittany I'm not sure is a good idea" Mr Schue said nervously, glancing around as if afraid Principal Figgins would jump out of the shadows to reprimand him, "Maybe you should just call a doctor?"
"No. You said you would always be there if we ever needed help, I know she's only got a temperature, but I'm scared. I don't know what to do."
"Okay, do you have a first aid you can bring upstairs?" he asked with a sigh.
Brittany ran into the bathroom and brought out an old lunchbox covered in unicorn and rainbow stickers;
"Here, please make her feel better. I don't like to see her sick" Brittany's voice trembled as she spoke;
"I'm not a doctor Britt but come on, I'll show you what to do. What are you two doing up so late on a school night anyway?"
"We weren't. I woke up and she was really hot, I couldn't get her to wake up properly so I got scared and I called you." Brittany almost seemed panicked by what the question could have suggested, so he dropped the subject.
Instructing Brittany on how to check Santana's temperature he watched as the digits crept higher before stopping on 38.4C.
"That's pretty high Brittany, I want you to check that every half hour to make sure it doesn't get worse. Put a cold, damp towel on her forehead and when she wakes up make sure you give her 2 teaspoons of the panadol, I've left it here. Okay?" Will was a bit worried about leaving the young cheerleader in Brittany's care, but the worry and adoration he saw on the blonde girls face as she looked down at her friend reassured him. "If she gets worse, call an ambulance. Not because she's very sick, but because they will know help you."
"Thank you so much Mr. Schue" Brittany replied watching him leave. She rushed into her bathroom and made a cold compress for Santana's head and made sure she was comfortable.
Taking position in her armchair, she waited up the entire night watching her friend sleep fretfully. Checking her temperature every half hour as instructed, it remained steady on 38.4C the entire night. Santana finally stirred at around 6:50 that morning and Brittany practically forced the medicine down her throat.
"Britt Britt? I don't feel so good" Santana moaned, hiding under her duvet to block out the light that just intensified her headache. "And you have to go to school."
After much pushing and persuading, with as much energy as she could muster, Santana finally convinced Brittany that she would be okay alone for a few hours while school was on.
Fussing over Santana in a motherly way Britt got ready to leave, but not before checking her temperature again so she could let Mr Schue know and leaving her with the bottle of medicine on the nightstand and a list of instructions on who to call if she felt worse.
Santana eased one eye open, risking the intense light worsening the pounding in her head, to sneak a look at Britt as she walked out the room, a ghost of a smile passing over her pale lips.
I don't know whether to leave it here or continue on, my first try at writing anything so let me know what you think, any suggestions you have, just anything!
I hope it wasn't to bad.