A/N: I've read probably hundreds of incredible fics on this site by some of the most talented writers, and right away I am going to warn everybody that I am in no way comparable to them. I've always wanted to write something on here though, and I figured I'd start with something small and fluffy. I may even make this a series of small and fluffy shots, so hopefully with your critique I can better myself as a writer. This is in fact my first ever post on here, as well as my first attempt, so I know nothing is perfect about it but I hope it's decent enough. It really just popped into my head at 2 in the morning so I just decided to write it down and see what happens. This is a fic entirely I guess from Santana's POV and there is basically really little to no mention of Rachel but if I do continue this I will make sure to actually include her next time. It's I think an inner monologue and kind of OOC but not really because it doesn't focus in Santana Lopez specifically but if you guys could let me know what you think that would be much appreciated. Unbeta'd so all mistakes are my own.
Disclaimer: I do not own Glee or any of its characters in anyway shape or form.
Santana Lopez's kid looks nothing like she had imagined they'd look. Because when Santana was just a teenager and madly in love with a tall, blonde haired, blue eyed beauty named Brittany Pierce she was so sure her future kid would be tall and have blonde hair with big blue eyes. She ever considered the possibility that if the kid was genetically hers, they would have her raven hair, caramel skin, and dark eyes. Yet neither of these two imaginary children is what Santana's kid looks like. Santana Lopez's kid is short as opposed to tall, has adorable chocolate colored puppy dog eyes as opposed to big blue ones, has soft brown hair rather than Brittany's blonde or Santana's own black hair, more of a natural sun-kissed tan, and a pout that can break even the toughest persons hard exterior.
Santana's kid has nowhere near the personality Santana had imagined it would have. When Santana was younger she could have sworn her kid would be both bubbly and secretly wise-beyond their years or tough, snarky, and the littlest badass on their street. On days she'd spent cuddling with Brittany while watching Sweet Valley High reruns, Santana's mind would somehow always drift off to images of a little blonde girl, running through a park, and saying the most random things. She could have sworn her kid would be the first on the street riding their two-wheeler bike and having all the other kids on their knees. Santana's kid doesn't dance with very much grace, but no matter how many times she does the wrong steps, she always tries and tries to get them right. Santana's kid doesn't like sports at all, find cheering remotely interesting, or brag about being from the wrong side of the tracks, but she's always willing to watch old videos of her mami's glory days as a cheerio and is always willing to listen to Santana's long list of reasons I why no one should ever mess with her family because of Santana's Lima Heights Adjacent background. Santana's daughter in reality sings. She'll sing anything and everything from the show tunes to Amy Winehouse (much to her mama's horror) to The Beatles and even a bit of Motown. No matter where she is or what she's doing, you can always hear her singing under her breath with a voice so different from both her mothers.
If Santana had to describe her kid in one word, she honestly would not be able to. Because according to Santana there is not just one word on this planet that describes her kid. Her kid is lovable, kind, gentle, forgiving, and calm. Calm was completely unexpected because neither Santana nor her wife can be particularly described as calm. Especially her wife! Her daughter can sit for hours and just be. She needs no music, toys, or books. As long as she's with at least one of her mom's she is calm. Forgiving is definitely a trait she picked up from her wife though. Because no matter how many times the other little girls in her dance class pick on her for being so tiny, she is always willing to lend a hand when one of them falls to the ground. Gentle was somewhat a surprise too. Santana will never forget the nights she'd cradle her little girl to her chest and she'd always use her chubby little hands to softly pat at Santana's cheeks. Her daughter is also carefree, adventurous, and energetic. It's true. For a child so capable of just being one moment, she has no problem running around with what appears to be endless amounts of energy in the next. It's like a switch that you can flip. She couldn't tell you the number of times she and her wife have sat in the park watching their little girl with her big sparkly eyes, big smile, and even bigger laugh do nothing but spin in circles for hours on end. Another thing Santana can say about her kid is that she is both loyal and protective. She'll stand up for anyone and to anyone. No one gets away with saying anything degrading about her family or friends and just gets to walks away. Because let's face it Santana Lopez's kid no matter what will never take that kind of thing sitting down.
Yes indeed, this was not the child Santana had envisioned when she was younger. Then again Santana spent her entire life imagining that this child would be the product of her marriage to Brittany, she never would have thought that in reality her child would be the product of a marriage to Rachel Berry. But no matter what Santana can definitely say, without one doubt, that her little Barbara Maribel Lopez-Berry is in every way, a million times better then she could have ever imagined.
A/N: So if I do continue this, the next part I think will be how PezBerry happened. I'm not sure. Let me know if you have the time what you think. And thanks so much to anyone who even took the time to read it.
