For this prompt from the fluff meme (Yea, I love my fluff): Brittany or Santana being pregnant while the other is SUPER protective, and gets irrationally furious when other people touch the 'bump'.

I do not own glee. I own the inability to ignore prompts that I love which results in the weird little mind children that are my stories.

It's been six months and the baby is really kicking.

Santana wanted to give Brittany everything she wanted. When she asked for a baby, how was she to say no that night?

Brittany had taken Santana out to a spectacular restaurant, her favorite one actually. It served the same kind of breadsticks from Breadstix, her favorite place in Lima. Santana had no idea what the occasion was, their anniversary was 2 months ago, no birthdays this month, what was it all for?

"Britt, what is this all for?"

"Santana, you deserve romance every now and then too!"

Santana left it at that. Brittany was a terrible liar but she had spotted her breadsticks and her wife got away with sneaking her face behind a menu to hide her guilt.

Brittany loved Santana and knew she would get anything she wanted from her. She wanted a baby, but she was a dancer and making a lot of money. Santana was planning on quitting her job anyway so maybe it would work out.

After the dinner, they arrived at home and immediately went to the bedroom. Brittany was already stripped down to her light blue lingerie set, one of Santana's favorites.

As Santana had a staring contest with Brittany's body, Brittany took that time to speak.

"Can we talk first?"

"O-Of course Britt, anything for you."

Santana went to lie on her side, propping herself up on one elbow. Brittany sat cross legged, as close to Santana as she could. Without thinking, Santana lightly traced Brittany's leg with her fingers and Brittany had to take a breath to regain her train of thought.

"I love you, San. I want to start a family. A bigger one, instead of just us. I love us but I think I would love more too. I want kids and a puppy and a duck and a pony and a…"

Santana found Brittany's rambling incredibly cute, but she had to cut her off. "Sure, Britt."

Brittany immediately stopped. She had expected Santana to agree but that was just too easy. "What?"

Santana knew Brittany was confused so she just spilled the truth.

"I've actually been thinking about that, too. I want to experience it all with you, babe. I know you love kids but you are a dancer and will be bringing in the money soon when I quit my job. I think maybe I should have the first kid, if we can handle it later and I find a job you can have the next."

"How did you get in my head? You literally read my mind, I'm sure of it!" Brittany was amazed. Santana had just spoken everything she had dreamed about. Life. Was. Awesome.

"You are so sexy right now, I can't even…"

"Thanks Britt, but you in that lingerie is too hot so can we finish this talk later? I wants to get my love makin' on." Santana couldn't help but grin at her last sentence. A lot has changed since high school. Best friend turned into wife and mack turned into love makin'. Santana could not be happier.

After a few meetings and doctors appointments, Santana was indeed pregnant. Her she was, almost a year later, six months pregnant.

Quinn was meeting them at a coffee shop, so here they sat at a small table.

"The future bad-ass is kicking again B, want to feel?"

"Don't call her bad in any way. Not even bad-ass!" but Brittany still immediately reached for Santana at once.

"As much as I love where your hand is at, I was talking about feeling the kicking. How about moving down and seeing how the kid is and you can feel those later?"

Brittany happily agreed. She loved Santana's chest but she also loved the baby growing inside too. Brittany did indeed feel the baby kicking. Her face lit up with her million dollar smile.

"She's going to be quite the little dancer like her mama." Santana said to her own dancer.

"She's also probably going to be fierce like her mami." Britt replied.

"Enough with the mushy goo!" Quinn had arrived with an unidentified brunette.

"Hey Quinn, who is the poor unfortunate soul following you like a stalker?" The brunette blushed at Santana's comment.

"This is Tracy. She is my new personal assistant. I figured she is going to learn my coffee order and what I prefer soon anyways so I thought she could tag along."

Tracy shook hands with both Brittany and Santana. Nobody noticed the glare she got from Brittany when her hand got a little too close to Santana's extended stomach.

"How far along are you?" Tracy asked with a smile.

"Six months. The little bugger won't stop kicking."

"Do you mind if I feel?"

"By all means, go ahead!" Santana didn't really mind. She hadn't had anybody who really wanted to feel the kicking except Quinn and Brittany.

As soon as Tracy reached for Santana, a slap was heard throughout the coffee shop.

Santana and Quinn looked on with horror as Tracy retracted her reddening hand as fast as she could. 'Oh crap,' thought Santana, 'Quinn had only been able to feel when Brittany was occupied.'

Brittany moved to get in front of Tracy, effectively guarding Santana.

"Do not, I repeat, do not, touch her. No Gusta"

"No me gusta, babe." But still, Santana had to smile at Brittany's Spanish.

"Brittany, she wasn't going to hurt Santana or the baby. She just wanted to feel her kick!" Quinn tried to save her assistant. It was useless.

"I'm the only one who gets to touch Santana's bump. She's carrying my baby. I just met you, don't think you get to come in here and be rubbing on my wife. Quinn doesn't even get to do that!"

"But I thought Quinn already touched it? She told me about it, didn't you Quinn?"

Quinn was going to kill her assistant. Brittany looked furious as she rounded on Quinn. Santana had a small smirk on her face.

"Quinn? Did you touch my baby's baby?"

"Y-yes. I'm so sorry Britt!" Quinn tried to keep Brittany's anger in check.

Before Brittany could make either Quinn or Tracy full out start crying (Tracy already had watery eyes), Santana grabbed onto Brittany's wrist and pulled her close.

"This is so hot B. You being all protective is driving me crazy. Let's go back home for some sexy times. I need you babe." Brittany glared at the other two women but as Santana whispered in her ear it turned into a smirk.

"You're lucky my pregnant wife is smokin' hot otherwise you two would be in big trouble. Don't think about touching her again, got it? Both of you. It was nice to meet you Tracy, have a great day."

With that said, Brittany grabbed Santana's hand and they both left quickly.

"I thought Brittany was the nice one?" Tracy sniffled.