A/N: I would like to thank EVERYONE who read, reviewed, faved, and alerted this fic. Originally it was a one-shot, but more was requested, and I found myself wanting more as well. Then it kind of exploded on me. I have no idea where it's really going, the chapters are short, but I've got three done so far. So here's the next one. Enjoy.

He was actually in class when the call came.

His cell had been on vibrate rather than silent for three days, anxiously awaiting the call. When it buzzed in his hand under the desk, he immediately glanced at it before shooting his hand into the air and calling out, "Mr. Schue, may I please be excused?"

Schue let him go with a nod, and Kurt went as quickly as he could. As soon as the door closed behind him, he was saying "Hello?" into the phone.

"Mr. Hummel?"

"Yes."

"This is Patricia with the Allen County Health Partners."

"Yes. Have her tests come in?"

"Miss Pierce's?"

"Yes!" Kurt was becoming frustrated with himself for saying 'yes' so many times, but he was worried for his friend and wanted to know what had happened.

"The results are in, and most everything seems fine. However, some things take time to develop, so she should be brought back in next month for some repeated tests."

"Like what?"

"Well, most notable would be HIV…" The nurse or doctor or receptionist, Kurt really didn't know which she was, went on, but those three letters had ground his mind to a stop and he was terrified. "Mr. Hummel? Mr. Hummel?" Kurt snapped out of it as he heard his name.

"Sorry. Bring her back next month?"

"Yes."

"Nothing was positive this time around?"

"Correct. Just make sure she's more careful in the future and get her in for another testing in a few weeks."

"Yes, thank you. Thank you so much."

"You're welcome, Mr. Hummel."

Hanging up, he wasn't sure whether to whoop in joy that, for now, Brittany was safe or start bawling because she was only safe for now. In four or six weeks, that could all be proven wrong. She could be dying without knowing it.

Brittany was too sweet for that. Too precious. Too perfect.

When the bell rang, he realized he'd been standing there for much too long. He strode back down the hall to his classroom and hurried about gathering his things.

"Kurt! Got a minute?"

"Sure, Mr. Schue," he said with a silent sigh.

"Kurt, do you realize you were gone for over twenty minutes?" Mr. Schuester asked, glancing over the papers on his desk.

"No. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to be so long."

"I'm just wondering if you're okay, that's—" He stopped mid-sentence as he looked up. "Kurt, what's wrong?"

"Nothing."

"Kurt, you're crying." The Spanish teacher handed him a tissue. "What happened?"

Kurt wiped hurriedly at the tears trailing his face. He was shocked. He hadn't noticed at all. "Nothing, Mr. Schue."

"Kurt, you know you can talk to me or Ms. Pillsbury if something's going on."

"Mr. Schue, as much as I appreciate your attempts to help, there's nothing to be done. It's all about waiting now."

"What is?"

Kurt just shook his head, smiled, and left.

As he slid into his seat in his next class, he tugged on Brittany's sleeve. "Hey gorgeous," he teased.

"Hey Kurtie!" she said, smiling.

He leaned closer, glancing about before whispering conspiratorially, "Guess who I just got a call from?"

"James Bond?" she asked seriously.

"No, but I wish," Kurt said, rolling his eyes.

"Oh. I thought maybe, since we're being so quiet…"

"No, the doctor I took you to called."

She blinked for a moment before nodding. "From the night you took me to Breadstix and bought me condoms."

"Yes, that one."

"So what happened? Am I sick? I don't feel sick."

"They said everything looks fine, but they want to run a few tests again in a month or so."

"Didn't I pass them?"

"You did, but some of these diseases are sneaky and can make it look like you're okay for a while. They just want to be sure there's really nothing there."

"Like when I had to retake that test I copied from Quinn to prove I actually did it."

"Right."

"But Kurt…"

"What?" Her eyebrows were furrowed and she was frowning. She looked a little scared.

"I didn't pass the second time, because Quinn wouldn't let me copy again. What if that happens this time?"

Kurt hugged her. "If anything is wrong, I'll be right there with you. I'll support you as much as you want and need, and so will the rest of Glee. You'll see. But let's just cross our fingers and wish that you'll be fine, okay?"

"Okay," Brittany agreed. They crossed their fingers, closed their eyes, and wished until class started. And for the rest of the day, Kurt caught her doing it again, and he would join in, because she could use all the wishing she could get.

Even if Kurt didn't believe there was anyone or anything to hear them wishing with everything they had.