DISCLAIMER: I don't own Glee or the characters. Just my plot yo.
Brittany stared at the blue negative on the white stick. Her hands had gripped the edge of the sink and they were nearly white at the knuckles and stretching beyond belief. She begged herself not to bawl, but like always- meaning whenever a negative line taunted her- she did, in fact, cry. Not the full on sob that made her eyes and cheeks red and puffy and her nose drip with snot. That always put Santana in frenzy. Eleven years and her wife still felt strangely out of her element when Brittany cried.
So instead of doing that, Brittany let two tears drop before she gently wiped them away. She had to be mindful of not ruining her perfectly done make up. She had known it wasn't a smart idea to do the test before Santana's work party.
She sighed heavily and wiped at her nose then grimaced when she realized that it was snot on the back of her hand and not tears. Brittany was washing her hands when Santana walked into their huge master bathroom.
Santana's eyes flickered to the stick on the counter where the stupid negative could be clearly seen then up at Brittany's slightly red eyes.
"Oh Brittany." Santana mumbled before stepping closer and slipping her arms around her wife's waist. She pressed her lips between Brittany's exposed shoulder blades then her cheek onto Brittany's back.
Santana wanted to say something. She did, but what could she say that she hadn't already said?
"Britt…" Santana started.
Brittany whined and turned abruptly around in Santana's arms, catching her wife a little off guard. Santana quickly regained what little balance she had and held Brittany. Blonde hair cascaded all over Santana's shoulder as Brittany dug her face into the sweet smell of Santana's skin.
Santana rubbed Brittany's back that was exposed and briefly wonder why she hadn't seen this dress before the party. She pushed the thought away as she held Brittany and watched as her hope fell away with her tears.
It only took a moment for Brittany to speak and when she did Santana's heart nearly shattered.
"Thirteen times." Brittany hiccupped into Santana's skin. Her voice was thick with sorrow and Santana could basically feel the precious pout. "We've tried thirteen times, San. I don't think I can-"
Brittany cut herself off. A large lump in her throat prevented her from finishing her sentence. If she said those words it would mean giving up and she really didn't want to.
Santana hushed Brittany as a sobbed escaped her wife throat. Brittany was surprised any sound at all could come from her.
"I know it's hard." Santana whispered and she immediately wanted to smack herself.
As if Brittany was on the same page of thought, she scoffed, warm air hitting Santana's neck. Brittany held tighter onto Santana despite her action.
Santana had to smirk. Of course Brittany wouldn't be really made at her. "Alright, maybe I don't really know, but I've been here by your side every time and it hits me hard too." She explained, her fingers dancing across bare hips.
Again with the bare skin! Maybe Brittany didn't show Santana the dress because she would for sure have ruined it trying to quickly take it off.
Wait back to the task at hand. Wife needs you, Santana.
Pull it together.
Brittany felt bad for scoffing. She shook her head immediately and retracted her face from Santana's neck. Her cheeks were stained with tears. Santana wiped at her cheeks gently. "No, I'm sorry. I know that. I'm just being a brat because I can't make a brat." She mumbled playing with the fabric on Santana's chest.
"Just a little bit, pumpkin." Santana teased. She poked at her wife's sides and Brittany squirmed away from her touch only to lean back onto the counter with her hands on Santana's hips. Santana winked at her and felt confident she didn't look like a twitching fool.
Brittany rolled her blue eyes then cupped Santana's cheek, grazing her thumb over her wife's cheek.
To Santana it strangely felt like Brittany was comforting her and not the other way around. Brittany always seemed to do that whenever she was upset and not Santana. Doing that made Brittany happy so Santana was not going to tell her otherwise.
"What shall we do now, my love?" Brittany said with a sad smile.
Santana scrunched her nose and leaned in to kiss Brittany gently on the mouth. "Whatever you want to do, baby" She mumbled against Brittany's lips. She held her lips to Brittany's before pulling away, her eyes immediately going to Brittany's cleveage.
How much skin is she going to show?
No.
The real question is: How much restraint can Santana show?
Minimum. Bare minimum.
Brittany cleared her throat and Santana pretended that she was fixing on of her straps. She grinned up at Brittany who scoffed, but smiled.
Then as if remembering why they were in the bathroom in the first place, her face bunched up and she puffed her cheeks out then blew out air, making Santana laugh. Santana also wanted to kissed her again because her breath smelled as great as she tasted.
Focus, Santana.
"I think we should pause on the baby making" Brittany said warily. She looked down at Santana's neck. "Just for a while." she flickered her eyes up at Santana and found sweet, genuine eyes staring at her.
"You sure?" Santana asked, tilting her head to the side with a raised eyebrow.
Brittany opened her mouth then closed it. She sighed before nodding solemnly.
"Okay."
"Okay." Brittany repeated with a sigh.
There was way too much sad in the air so Brittany took the position to her advantage and slid her hands down Santana's sides.
Santana hummed in appreciation.
Brittany leaned into closely to Santana. She was just close enough to kiss Santana when said wife pulled away with a smirk. Brittany immediately pouted.
"Heeeey." Brittany whined.
Santana stepped back again. "We have a thing." She said. Her eyes flickered to the pee stick. "Unless you wanna stay in." she said quickly with a frown.
Brittany shook her head with a small smile. "Nooo, we can't. This is big! You're about to get handed over a company, babe." She could barely contain her excitement for her wife. It was glorious and such an honor and really Brittany just wanted to buy her the world and then some.
It put a smile on her face whenever she was reminded of out awesome Santana was. She was proud.
Brittany leaned in, keeping her hands behind her back to show that she wasn't trying to pull something funny, kissed Santana on the corner of the mouth and turned back to the mirror to fix her make up.
**Brenna'sGift***
The party was in full swing when the two lovers finally decided to grace everyone with their presence. It was actually a great distraction. As soon as they walked in it was like Quinn knew it. She swooped in and dragged Brittany away to the dance floor.
Where she stayed for at least most of the night.
She didn't sit down until Santana promptly dragged her away and gently shoved her in a seat. That however didn't stop Brittany from tapping her feet under the table and rapping to the music lyrics. She was crazy. She so was. She was out of breath and she still wanted to dance. Brittany really wanted to dance with Santana but she was way too busy having an animated conversation with Rachel about Stevie, Quinn and Rachel's baby girl.
They were going on about Stevie getting spaghetti in her hair or something. Would have been totally cute to see, but Brittany's mind was elsewhere. Baby talk made her sad and she didn't want to be a party pooper, so when she spotted Quinn at the bar, she kissed Santana on the cheek and made a bee line for the other blonde.
"Faberry!"Brittany squealed like a drunk.
She hadn't had a drink the whole night. She was one of those naturally excitable people. Seriously, a new pencil could make her squeal with delight and do a happy dance.
Quinn didn't even spare a glance back to know it was Brittany. Brittany wrapped her arms around Quinn, restricting her movement to drinking her fruity drink.
"Hi, Brittany." She said softly with a smile.
Brittany removed her arms and plopped down into the empty stool to Quinn's side, grinning widely the whole time.
Quinn looked at her best friend over her drink with a raised eyebrow. Something was off about her, Quinn decided. Yes, Brittany was a very happy person all the time, but she seemed extra happy. Maybe she was even forcing to be happy.
Brittany stiffened under her gaze, slightly. She averted her gaze to Quinn's drink. "What are you drinking?"
Quinn's eyebrow went higher than Brittany thought possible. "Mint Margarita"
Brittany blinked. "They have that here?" she staged whispered.
Quinn merely nodded.
Brittany took in a sharp breath and looked around for a bartender. Before she could call one over she glanced back a Santana, trying to telepathically get her attention. Of course it didn't work. However when Brittany was about to bust a vein, Santana just so happened to look her way.
Oh yeah now you look Santana.
Again Brittany tried to telepathically ask her if she should drink even though they aren't trying again.
Santana nodded and smiled slightly before winking at Brittany. She then turned back to converse with Rachel.
Santana could read her mind. It was official. Now they just needed to open a mind reading business and attach it to this entertainment company.
Yes. It will happen.
Brittany sighed then waved over a bartender who took her order and went about making it.
Quinn was surprised Brittnay order something with alchol. It would be the first drink Brittany's had , that Quinn knew of, in months. That was when she figured out why Brittany was forcing happiness. It was wrong and unnatural and she had to make her real happy.
Pause. Mind blow.
Quinn shook her head and looked at Brittany as her friend slowly sipped from her drink. Brittany felt that sensation that someone was watching her. She cranked her head to the side to find Quinn eyeing her.
"What?" Brittany asked around her small black straw.
"Nothing." Quinn shrugged. "Just-uh, when did you start drinking again? I thought you stopped because of... reasons." She asked awkwardly. Quinn darted her eyes around to see if anyone were around.
Yes, people were around and no, they did not care for their silly code conversations.
The straw fell out of Brittany's mouth as she sighed heavily. She bit her lip and rolled her eyes at how weak she was. She was nearly to tears again.
"Yeah, well those reasons are being put on hold." Brittany said a little bitter. Not a Quinn though. Just at the whole situation.
Quinn nodded in understanding. She placed her drink down and went in for the kill. The kill being a huge hug filled with love and more love.
With a lot of love added.
Brittany sighed and gently pushed her away before sticking out her tongue at her best friend.
Quinn sat back in her seat and debating on telling her about this organization.
Just as another song came on, Quinn made the decision.
**Brenna'sGift***
Brittany's knee bounced nervously as she waited for Santana to come home. The clock was deliberately being a slow fucker. Brittany knew that and it took everything in her to not throw it across the room and swear at it.
However, she had managed. Santana walked into their house at 5:20pm
Brittany gave her a moment to settle before pouncing her with questions about her day to warm her up.
Santana did her normal routine. She put her purse up. She disliked using a briefcase very much and now that she was owner of her job she could do anything she wanted.
Within reason of course.
Brittany's wife then walked into the kitchen where the blonde was sitting atop the counter. She gave her a kiss and went about taking her tight bun out of her head. Santana's long dark hair cascaded down her back and Brittany could smell her strawberry shampoo in Santana's hair.
Brittany momentarily forgot what she wanted to say to Santana.
"How was work, honey?" Brittany asked with a smile as Santana settled in between her thighs. Santana's hand decided to wander across Brittany thighs making her turn to putty.
Santana hummed.
Not an actually answer, but Brittany will take it as a good day.
Brittany hummed back at her as she leaned in more to receive another kiss.
Okay, the kiss resulted to some heavy fondling and removing of clothing like Brittany's shirt and Santana's black blazer and white blouse.
"San." Brittany whined, trying to pull back. "I wanna talk." She pouted.
Santana bit Brittany's pouty lower lip which only let a deep raspy moan escape from her throat.
"Okay." Santana whispered against her lips. Brittany knew she didn't have her wife's full attention so to get attention she slapped Santana's ass hard.
"Listen to me!" Brittany demanded playfully.
Santana jumped at the pain and rubbed at her ass. "Ouch, meanie." Santana pouted.
Brittany rolled her eyes and pushed Santana's hand away and proceeding to rub the sore area.
"Sorry." Brittany half meant that. She smirked then kissed the corner of Santana's mouth.
"You don't mean that." Santana retorted back, narrowing her eyes.
Brittany threw her head back and laughed. "Well listen to me next time and your ass won't have to pay the price." She said giving Santana's bottom a light pat before leaned back.
Santana sighed sharply and rolled her eyes. She resisted the urge to take Brittany on the counter with her chest exposed like that. She blinked to clear her head then looked into Brittany's blue eyes.
"Alright, I'm all ears, baby." Santana said, placing her good, well behaved hands on Brittany's thighs. "What's up, Britt-Britt?"
Brittany smiled at the old nickname. She leaned in to kiss Santana again but stopped herself because she would never be able to talk. Not until someone's name was being screamed. Loudly.
That name would be Brittany, by the way.
Anywho.
"I wanted to talk about…" she trailed off. Her gaze shifted to the papers she's printed out from the website. She grabbed from them hoping the words would come easier to her. "This." Brittany looked at the page before handing them to Santana, so she could read them or whatever.
Santana cocked an eyebrow but scanned the pages. Brittany shifted nervously on the counter as Santana's warm eyes changed to hard and calculating. Santana held her left hand firmly to Brittany's thigh to keep her from moving so much.
"It-It- It's just an idea. I, uh, know- know that we said that we were going to pause but um, it's just an…idea." She scrabbled, stumbling over her words. Her breath was picking up and she was hella nervous of Santana's reaction.
Santana nodded absentmindedly.
Brittany patiently waited for Santana's responds as she flipped through the pages.
Patient meaning biting her nails and concentrating on her breathing.
When Santana's hair fell into her face, Brittany weaved it back behind her ear, making Santana look up at her sharply with watery eyes.
Brittany was alarmed so the first thing she did was wrap her arms around her baby and pull her into her chest.
"San, what's wrong?" Brittany asked a little panicky.
Santana shook her head and pulled back from Brittany gently. She wiped at her eyes and laughed lightly. "I'm fine, Britt." She nodded, smiling brightly. "I'm just happy."
Brittany blinked. "Okay. Well, warn me next time." She mumbled and crossed her arms over her chest embarrassed at being so panicked.
Santana smiled and pried her arms apart to take her arms. "Brittany, look at me."
Brittany looked up at Santana threw her blonde hair. Santana attempted to push it back but it wasn't happening.
"You wanna adopt?" Santana asked, softly. Love pouring from her voice.
Brittany nodded. "Yeah. If we can't make a baby, I'd be just as happy adopting a baby." She said honestly and really kind of shy.
Santana grinned brightly, all her teeth were showing. "Britt, I would love to adopt a baby with you." She leaned into Brittany and smacked her lips against her wife's hard.
Then they discussed adopting a baby.