Hospital
"MOVE OUT OF MY WAY WHERE IS SHE I HAVE MAD DANCE MOVES THAT CAN KILL I-"
Sudden silence overcame the room as Brittany awkwardly realized two things 1) She had actually got into the hospital room without much of a fight, and was therefore shouting for nothing, and 2) Santana was standing upright next to her hospital bed, in street clothing, a green cast encasing her right wrist but otherwise unharmed.
And Santana was trying very hard not to giggle at her shamelessly. She snorted through her laughter-resisting tears as the small nurse in residence stared at the blonde with something akin to a mix of respect and horror.
"I'm fine, Brittany. I told you I just fell of my bike." Brittany looked down at the ground, almost ashamed, and scuffing her shoe against the white tile she whimpered, "but you're hurt."
"I know," Santana replied affectionately, stepping forward to wrap Brittany in a one armed hug, kissing her shoulder with a little sigh,
"But it's not that bad. Just a broken wrist. A couple months and I'll be fine."
The nurse left the room, no longer terrified but feeling as though he was interrupting something.
"Okay," Brittany sniffled, " I was just trying to be bad ass and protect you and stuff. And I was worried. Did it work?"
"Totally bad ass" Santana agreed, nodding sagely, before breaking out into a grin and pecking the girl on her freckled nose, "thank you."
"You're welcome? But I haven't done anything yet. Can I at least kiss it to make you all better?
"I won't feel it if you try and kiss me through all this hideous plaster, B. But when we get back home you can kiss me anywhere else."
Brittany giggled and pulled her in tightly to her chest,
"even when you're hurt you're still so dirty."
"You love it," Santana mumbled into her neck, before pulling away to shyly look into her eyes, "But really…maybe, when we get home, we can just cuddle for a bit?"
Brittany grinned, "okay. Yeah."
"Definitely."