Ok I have a brittana prompt ? Idk if you watch Grey's Anatomy (if not you totally should) but there was an episode on there I think would be adorable as a brittana prompt with its own spin. Pretty much either Santana (or Brittany) gets the chicken pox and Brittany has never had them before so she can't be around Santana, so she sits back and watches as one of their friends comforts and lays w/ San and takes care of her bc she's itchy. And eventually britt can't stand not being around San when she's sick and adorable so she breaks the rules and goes to cuddle and lay with her and take care of her anyway. ? super adorable right?
It's late one November evening when Brittany's slowly coaxed out of her slumber by a sudden overwhelming warmth. It's not exactly unwelcomed with how cold her and Santana's bedroom gets during the night now that autumn is in full swing, so she ignores it and lets herself fall back asleep feeling warm and comfortable. She just barely crosses over into a deeper slumber when Brittany begins to feel Santana nuzzling against her. That isn't exactly unwelcomed either, she loves when Santana wants to cuddle, but then she realizes she's not nuzzling for cuddles. She feels Santana pull her arms away from her torso and when Brittany finally opens her eyes, she sees that Santana's sweating bullets and she's lazily scratching her arm.
At first, Brittany thought that Santana might've been having some weird dream about bugs but then she saw the tell tale dots of red spotted all over Santana's skin. Brittany had never had Chicken Pox, at least not that she knew of, so she knew she needed to be out of the room quickly because of how contagious Santana can be.
"Britt-Britt?" Santana whimpered as Brittany sat up. Brittany could see Santana's discomfort and the effects of her fever wearing down on her already only making it even harder for her to leave, "Come back.."
"I can't, San, you're contagious."
Santana just scrunched her face in confusion but kept her eyes closed as she rolled on her back, "It's the weekend, sleep is good."
Brittany only smiled at her girlfriend as she continued to get out of bed no matter how bad she wanted to stay and comfort Santana, "Baby, you've got Chickenpox."
"What?" Santana was shocked but that barely reflected in the tone of her groggy voice, "No.." Slowly, she cracked open her eyes and peeked under the sheets at her bare arms. At the sight of tiny red dots, she made the cutest disgruntled groan and closed her eyes, "Fuck."
"I know, it sucks."
"You've never had it?"
"No, that's why I have to get up."
"Damnit! Thanksgiving is right around the corner too," She whined, rolling in on herself and burying her face against Brittany's pillow, "I'm going to ruin our first Thanksgiving in our new apartment."
"Oh honey, no." Brittany sighed, wishing she could kiss away Santana's worry or just be close to her, "Don't worry about Thanksgiving, we'll have so many more. We can miss one, it's okay."
Santana just tilted away from the pillow to look at Brittany and pouted, "But your mom and sister are flying in already..plane tickets are nonrefundable and we got a turkey already. We had all these plans and you've been doing all that research on recipes and we bought those new fancy placemats! I-I don't want to ruin-"
"Santana baby, don't worry about it. Please. You're not ruining anything." Brittany said tenderly as she reached for her phone, "I'm going to call Quinn to take a look at you. Okay?" Brittany told her, frowning at how sick her girlfriend looked as she nodded and itched at her arms, "San, don't scratch.."
"I have to, I'm so itchy." She grumbled and sleepily scratched at her arms again, "Mm, fuck that's nice."
Brittany just shook her head and sighed, "You're going to make it worse."
"Don't care," She groaned and continued to rub at her arms before moving to her neck, "God, it's everywhere."
She was adorable and it took everything in Brittany not to crawl back in bed with her. Instead she just smiled softly and tried to put as much authority in her voice as she could, "If you don't stop I'm going to wrap your hands up."
"You wouldn't."
"I totally would."
"That's..that's the meanest thing I've ever heard." Santana pouted as she stilled her hands, "So very mean."
"I love you." Brittany giggled over her shoulder as she walked out of the room already dialing Quinn's number.
After a brief visit from Quinn followed by a couple more throughout the rest of the day, Brittany was really starting to hate not ever having Chickenpox when she was younger. Not only was Quinn a doctor and well read-up on how to care for her, but she had the disease when she was six allowing her to be immune to Santana, allowing her to be in the same room as her, to care for her, to hold her, to just nap with her and be there.
Brittany wasn't jealous, not really. Santana and Quinn had been best friends for years, even longer than Brittany's even known Santana, and that's all they've ever been and that's all they'll ever be. So no, Brittany wasn't jealous because Quinn was getting all cozy with Santana on their shared bed, she was jealous because Quinn could and not get sick too. All Brittany could do was sneak peeks in the crack of the door and sometimes talk to Santana on the phone if she was feeling up to it even if they were only a room away.
"I put mittens on her like you asked." Quinn smirked as she shut the bedroom door behind her. Brittany, as always, was never a foot away from the room when Quinn was over, or when she wasn't for that matter. She worried about not being able to help Santana if she needed her which had Quinn making frequent trips over.
"Thanks Quinn." Brittany sighed as she ran her fingers through her hair, "I don't want her to have scars, you know? She doesn't care now but after she will and she'll be asking me why I didn't stop her."
"Don't I know it. Well, her fever is still pretty high but she's tough. I gave her the medication she needs so she'll get through this in no time."
Brittany just nodded, biting her lip nervously, before looking back at the closed door, "I really wish I could help her..I feel so helpless out here. I can't even check on her."
"You are helping, Britt." Quinn told her as she placed a comforting hand on her shoulder, "Even if you can't be there for her physically, you are and she really appreciates that. Don't be so hard on yourself, alright?"
"Yeah, okay. Thanks again, Quinn." Brittany nodded and tried to smile as Quinn hugged her goodbye.
That went on for a few days; Quinn checking up on Santana, Brittany constantly on edge every time she had to leave for work or the store in fear of Santana needing something that she couldn't even give her, and Santana riding out her illness. With Thanksgiving that Thursday, Santana fought through her drowsiness to let Brittany know that she wasn't going to ruin their holiday and that she needed to go on with making dinner without her since family was still due to arrive.
"B-but, I'm not a cook." Brittany sighed through the phone as she facetimed Santana in the other room, "You are and I'm just the helper. I clean up all the mess you make and I taste test, I-I don't do the real cooking."
"Babe, you're as much of a cook as I am." Santana chuckled weakly, her eyes barely opened as she spoke, "You're the one that looks up all the recipes anyway. I know you can do it."
"But San-"
"B, there's not really any other choice. I'm sick. I can't come out of this room or else I'll get everyone sick too so I can't cook." She told her sternly, "But you can. You can make Thanksgiving dinner without me, you'll do awesome."
Brittany just pouted and stared at the screen of her phone, staring at Santana. She missed her, like really missed her, and it's so silly because she's right there but she can't go anywhere near her or else. She just wished she could hug her or kiss her or play with her hair, especially now, especially with how suddenly nervous she is about taking on Thanksgiving dinner alone. She wanted to be comforted, she wanted her girlfriend's comfort, the feeling of her arms around her or sweet words pressed against her skin.
"Okay..I'll cook." She said and watched Santana give her the best smile she had mustered since she's been sick.
True to her word, Brittany did all the shopping in preparation for Thanksgiving dinner. She warned her mom and sister about Santana having the Chickenpox after picking them up from the airport but said that Santana still wanted them to celebrate anyway.
It wasn't until late that Thursday afternoon when Brittany's mom noticed Brittany lingering around her and Santana's bedroom door. Quinn was over checking on Santana again and Brittany wanted to know every little update about her girlfriend.
"How's she doing?" Her mom asked as Brittany wandered back in kitchen to check on the turkey.
"Good, I think. At least that's what Quinn says." Brittany frowned, "I wish I could go in there."
"Why can't you?"
Brittany just quirked her brow like it was obvious, "Because I'd get sick?"
"Oh honey.." She chuckled, shaking her head.
"What?"
"You had Chickenpox when you were four. Don't you remember?"
Brittany's jaw dropped as her eyes widened in alarm. "Obviously not! Oh my God!" She gasped and rushed to the bedroom, "I'm coming, Santana!"