Babysitter

[Summary:] When Brittany's parents are in need of help from a babysitter, that's when Brittany finally realizes what love truely means. AU, Brittana. R&R!


A/N: Hey guys! This is my first fic, so um, I just got this crazy idea for this story. Thought why not, and then published it :P

Since this is my first, please no rude reviews? I mean, I won't expect everyone to love this story but I just can't stand rude comments. If you don't like the story, click the 'x' button there on the tab.

This is all of my A/N now. For now, just enjoy reading the story ;)


Brittany woke up with the smell of pancakes flowing up from the kitchen. She quickly stood up and slipped on her duck slippers and stumbled out of the door to the kitchen.

"Hey honey," said the mother, Catherina, while flipping pancakes on the pan, one-handed. "Sirup's in the cabinet."

"Thanks," Brittany replied and got the sirup from the cabinet. She took a plate and took some stacks of pancakes, stacking them by one on one. She took some butter, and placed it in the middle. Then she let the sirup land on the pancakes, and when she thought it was enough, she got a knife and a fork, and sat by the kitchen table and began to eat her delicous(ly) breakfast.

"Hey, honey," Her dad, Jared, said, his eyes sticking up from the newspaper. "You will meet a babysitter today. She is going to take care of the baby, since you know what happened last time..."

Of course Brittany remembered. It was a total chaos, and hours of yelling from her parents. She knew that she would never babysit her sister again, even though she was 4.

"Ok. But, where are you guys going?" Brittany said lifting an eyebrow with a mouth full of pancakes.

"I'm going to go on a '2 days field-trip' with the kids." Since her father was a teacher, she knew that he had to do his job correctly. She always did. "And your mother is going to that so called relaxation trip or what so ever."

"Oh." Brittany replied, looking at her pancakes. "Alright..."

"Don't worry honey," Catherina said sipping from her cup of coffee. "I bet the babysitter is really nice."

"I know... But... I will just miss you." Brittany replied.

"Aww, we will too. But now," Jared looked at the clock. "You have to eat up or I will have to drive you to school."

Brittany ate up her breakfast and dashed to the bathroom to brush her teeth and hair. Once she was finished, she walked to her room, getting her uniform and socks from her wardrobe. She put them on, and she slipped on her tennis shoes. Looking at the mirror, she put her hair up to a ponytail, and smiled to her own reflection. Before heading out the door, she took on her jacket and bag, gave her parents a hug, and kissed Lord Tubbington on the head.

The sun was shining, and not a single cloud on the sky was found. She smiled at the birds in the tree chirping highly and flapping they're wings for the warmth from the sun.

"Britt!" Yelled her best friend, Quinn, from a bench on the bus stop. Seeing her best friend, she quickly jogged to her and quickly engulfed her in a bear hug.

"Quinn," sang Brittany. She smiled at her best friend. Quinn Fabray, the head cheerleader. She was her best friend, and they met since they were in diapers and baby clothes.

"Puck said that he was going to pick us up," said Quinn glancing at her phone.

"Us?" Brittany said raising up an eyebrow.

"Yeah," laughed Quinn. "You don't want to sit in the bus, now do you?"

"No." Replied Brittany.

"Ok, then Noah is picking us up." Quinn said.


Just as Quinn replied, Puck honked from the car which means that they were going in. They quickly sat at the backseat, chit-chatting the rest of the trip. When Puck yelled that they were there, they got out of the car and headed for the door.

"So, have you heard of this girl moving in Lima?" Quinn asked.

"No, what's her name?" Brittany asked, quizzical eyes looking at Quinn.

"Santana Lopez, I think." Quinn said, placing a finger on her chin.

"Wow. Never heard." Brittany said, opening the door and went inside with Quinn. And so the bell rang.

"I will meet you at lunch. See you pretty-Britty." Quinn grinned and headed off to class.

Brittany walked over to her class and took a seat. The teacher was standing in front of the blackboard, with an unknown face in front.

"Hello students. I believe we have a new student here," The teacher smiled. "Name and description, please."

"Um..." The spanish girl smiled shyly. "My name is Santana Lopez, I just moved in to Lima, I'm 17 and I'm spanish."

"Hot." Came out from the humongous mouth of a jock.

"Thank you Santana. Now, take a seat next to Brittany, please." The teacher said pointing to the table next to the Dutch.

"Hey, I'm Santana," The Spanish smiled.

"Brittany's the name." Winked Brittany.

"Ok class, enough chit-chat." The teacher said and turned. "Open books page 152."


"I'm so hungry," Quinn whined as she was waiting impatiently at the cafeteria line.

"Be patient Quinney," Brittany said. "It's alright, you can hold."

"I hope so." Quinn said closing her eyes and relaxed as Brittany massaged her shoulders smoothly.

"Next," the fat cafeteria lady said with a grumpy frown.

When the two cheerleaders got their food, they sat at the cheerleader table and ate while the others chit-chatted.

"Have you heard about Santana Lopez?" one cheerleader asked the others.

"Uhuh, heard that she is hot." She said taking a bite of her lunch.

"I know! So jealous," rolled the other's eyes.


Brittany dropped her bag on the floor as she sat on the couch, turning on the tv.

"Hey honey," Jared said kissing her head. "How was school?"

"Boring." Brittany said and stuck her tounge out on the side.

"Figured you would say that," laughed Jared. "I'm leaving now ok? Mom has already left."

"Bye dad." Brittany said and hugged him. "Be careful."

"I will." winked Jared. "See you honey." He waved and walked out of the door. Now it was only Brittany and her little sister.


The door rang for 10 minutes later. Brittany stood up and took the door.

"Hey. I'm Santana Lopez and I will-" Santana said and looked up only to see Brittany. "Oh! Brittany, hey."

"Hey Santana. Are you the babysitter?" Brittany asked.

"Yup." Winked Santana. "Now where is little Bethany?"

"In her room." Brittany said.

"Ok, we need to feed her y'know." Winked the Spanish and went up the stairs to find the door of the baby. When she saw signs and sort of stuff, she opened the door and picked up the baby, and left the room to head to the kitchen.

"What are we going to feed her with?" Brittany asked.

"Warm milk. But not too warm." Answered the Spanish. She opened the fridge to find the bottle in its place, and put it in the microwave to be warm.

"Soo... Want me to cook for us too?" The Spanish smiled sweetly.

"Ok! But I will help you." The Dutch smiled warmly and sat down on the chairs with the Spanish.

"So... What about spaghetti?" The Spanish ask, already taking up the pasta.

"Yummy! I love spaghetti." Brittany said with a dreamingful look on her face. The Spanish chuckled and put the pasta on boiling water.

The beeping sound came from a microwave signaling that it was finished. Santana lifted the baby and took the bottle out, and fed the baby carefully.

"Wow. You just look so...Peaceful." Brittany blurted out.

"Yeah, I'm good with kids. I had a sister..." Santana said smiling when she was feeding the baby.

"Had? Did she pass out?" Brittany said, scratching the back of her head.

"Yeah... At such a young age, I want her to be comfortable and relaxing to wherever she is. I... I'm stuck with Mamá now. And I want to make money since she gets low money from her work." Santana pointed out and when Bethany finished her bottle, Santana began to rub Bethany's back.

"What are you doing right now?" Brittany asked with quizzical eyes.

"Oh, making her burp." Santana smiled. "Ay, can you look at the pasta?"

"It's still hard." Brittany whined.

"It's okay. Just start with the tomato sauce. I figured it out that we should've start with the sauce anyway." Santana said.

"Oh, alright." Brittany said and gave a smile.

It was total silence in the room until Bethany released a big burp. The two teen's laughed and continued to make the spaghetti while watching over Bethany.


"She's sleeping," Santana whispered. "I will carry her upstairs." Santana said and dissapeared in the stairs and came back later.

"I'm tired." Brittany pouted.

"Me too. Let's eat the Spaghetti and then we can watch a movie?" Santana smiled.

"Yay!" Brittany smiled. "Thank you for helping me, San." Brittany hugged her and finally realised that she used her a nickname.

"Ahah, thank you for helping me... Uh... Britt." Winked the Spanish. "Anyway, what kind of movie do you want to watch?"

"Ummm..." Brittany blushed.

"Com'on, what is it?" Santana chuckled.

"Weeelllll... I just wish for Lady and the Tramp." Brittany said, feeling ashamed.

"Hey, don't feel ashamed. It's okay, everyone has they're favorites." The Spanish smiled warmly.

"Thank you." Brittany blurted out. Normally, people would say 'What a loser!' or 'Seriously, Britt? That's a movie for 5 and over.'

"I will get a blanket to keep us warm." Santana smiled and took a blanket from a cabinet in the washing room. She put it over them after she inserted the CD and the plate on they're laps.

"Yum. This is the best I've tasted so far." Brittany smiled.

"I know. I know, thanks to the awesome cook, Brittany Pierce and Santana Lopez!" Santana winked.

"Wow, I can't believe I didn't even burn the stove this time..." Murmured Brittany.

The two ate they're spaghetti fastly enough and watched the rest of the movie. The two were so tired, that the rest of the day turned black for them.


A/N: Ok, don't judge me. I'm only 11 and I know this isn't a quite good story. But hey, I did my best to write good!

Next update will be next week. Sorry, but I am occupied this week. I promise, next week. ;)

My leg hurts so badly. Probably from that little relay race practise... And the soccer... And that game of tag =_=

Curse you teachers making us so tired!

Anyway, I gotta go, so this is my update for nowwwwww...

Bay Bay :)