Like, a Burglar Alarm? - Glee - PG13 - 5/5
Brittany and Santana looked be to growing closer than ever, walking more than pinkie-linked, but sometimes fully holding hands. Brittany was happier than she had been in a while and Kurt was glad for his friend.
When her November appointment came along, Santana insisted on going with them. Questions were directed at her that time, as one of Brittany’s frequent partners.
When the doctor asked if the number of future hook-ups was likely to be as high as in the past, Kurt got a shock.
“No,” the Latina insisted. “We’re gonna try this monogamy thing.”
Kurt couldn’t help but laugh. He was happy, but it was so unexpected.
Then came the near-week of waiting for the final results. Brittany was worried the same way she always was when it came to tests. Santana seemed certain that since all the tests to-date had been good these would be too. Kurt just wasn’t sure. Some things could hide for up to six months, which was why the clinic had had her come back so many times, to keep checking.
Brittany had gotten her own prescription of birth control, so they weren’t sharing that anymore, which could only be a good thing.
A week after the appointment, Kurt’s phone rang during Glee. They were in the middle of a number for Sectionals, and the music was loud enough to disguise the ringing. But Kurt had had one ear open for that ring-tone for days, so he immediately broke the choreography to answer.
At first everyone kept going, not really noticing his abandonment. But he heard Rachel shouting after him as he left the room, his throat drying as he answered.
Rather than the Jewish Diva Queen herself coming out to reprimand, it was Brittany and Santana that followed him a few moments later. He motioned them over, and all three held their ears to the phone.
Kurt took just a moment to smile at how ridiculous they must look, three people crowded around a cell phone, all trying to hear at once, holding their breath to limit excess noise.
And then the results were coming through, and they were all clinging and hugging and crying. Kurt’s phone got dropped in the scuffle to hold and be held. After a moment, he picked it back up, muttering “Thank you,” a few times before hanging up and kissing Brittany on the temple.
“I didn’t pass?” she whispered, desperate to be sure what the results meant.
“No, baby,” Santana gasped, hugging her tight. “Britt, negative is good. You did pass.”
“Really?” she asked, smiling. Santana and Kurt smiled back.
“Really.”
The two Cheerios kissed through the tears and smiles, and then Brittany took one of Santana’s and Kurt’s hands in each of her own and led them back to practice, grinning.