A/N: WARNING: There will be a Brittana 'love' child in this! If you don't like that, stop reading now!
Brittany.
My alarm clock goes off and I groan. The pain in my head is killing me. I partied way too hard last night. I reach over to my alarm clock on my bedside table and turn it off.
I moved to Chicago with my best friend, Quinn, last month and since then it's been non-stop partying. My job as a choreographer only starts today, so I decided to have fun while it lasted. I guess I had too much fun last night.
The only reason I turn off my alarm clock and actually get up is because I don't want to screw up this job. I've finally found my dream job, I don't want to mess up. And Quinn doesn't work today so I don't want to wake her up.
I start to run the shower. The room fills with steam and I breath it in to unblock my syngenesis. I lean my forehead against the glass as the water runs down my back and look down at my perfectly toned abs (and even further to my penis, something I rarely talk about and am insecure about).
When I was seventeen, I got a tattoo. Three little stars. I had a girlfriend, I thought she was going to be forever. She always called me her shining star. And when we went to college, she left me.
I got another tattoo when we met up after I graduated. On my wrist I have a little butterfly. She told me that I was a butterfly. I broke out of my high school daze and became so much bigger than anyone had believed I could be. I had turned into something more beautiful. And then she left again.
That was five years ago. And I haven't seen her or gotten another tattoo since.
I wash the shampoo (and my thoughts) out of my hair and get out of the bathroom, sporting only a towel around my body and another one on my head.
I see that Quinn is sitting at the table in the kitchen, "good morning," I say. She groans in response.
Quinn Fabray, what a b*tch. A b*tch, but my best friend. We've been through everything. Elementary school, middle school and high school. I got into Columbia (a year later than her, and finished the same year as her by taking more classes) and she got into NYU. We were always only a block away. Literally always there for each other. We travelled the world together. It started at the end of August 2017 and ended in August 2019. Now we live together in Chicago. After job and apartment jumping around the U.S (after two years of travelling) for a few years, we've finally settled in Chicago. I found my dream job, a choreographer, and she found hers in a local hospital, a physical therapist, and here we are now.
"Can you leave soon so I can go back to sleep?" She groans, banging her head on the wooden table.
"Yes, I did have a nice shower thank you very much Quinn," I reply with a large grin on my face. I always annoy her with my happiness in the morning. "What were you thinking of doing on this fine morning?" I swing open the curtains to blind the vampire.
"Sleeping." She glares at me, I just smile back.
"Ask Sam if he wants to come over," I suggest - she shakes her head - "c'mon, you've got to do something plus I know you like him Quinn. And frankly, I think you'd make a cute couple. Go for it." I nudge her in the arm. "Now if you'll excuse me, I'm going to get ready for my first day at a job that I'm going to keep."
I skip back to my room and look at my clock. Good going Pierce, you're not a minute behind schedule. I open my closet that is full of nothing but sweatpants and tank tops. I pull out my grey Cheerio's sweatpants and a loose, blue tank top. Quickly, I toss on the whole outfit with some purple sneakers and a black beanie. Can't forget the beanie. Never forget the beanie.
I grab a pink, zip up hoodie and say "bye Quinn, I'll be home later," before picking up my phone, earphones and messenger bag with everything important in it.
It's a cold November morning, 8:25 to be exact, and I am in need of a hot coffee. Luckily I am ten minutes ahead of schedule. I order a skinny pumpkin latte to go and check the time, 8:29. I have twenty minutes to get to work and it's only a ten minute walk to-
"I am so sorry," I get so caught up in my thoughts that I don't even realise that I was walking straight into someone. I've spilt their coffee all over their cream blouse. It looks pretty damn expensive as well. Good going Pierce. So much for being on schedule. "Let me buy you another coffee." I look up to see who I'm buying coffee for. "Santana?"
Santana.
Some people should look where they're f*cking going. I look down at my shirt to see it covered in the coffee I just bought. A God damn brand new blouse. I only bought it last week. Jesus, some one is going to pay.
"I am so sorry." I haven't even looked up to see who it is, but I have a bad feeling I do know who it is. "Let me buy you a coffee." Damn straight you will. I look up to see who it is. Low and behold, it's Brittany S Pierce. "Santana?"
My eyes widen at her, "Brittany? What're you doing here?" I ask, still shocked. I don't even care that the coffee is seeping through my blouse and burning my toned abdomen. My best friend and ex-girlfriend is standing in front of me and wants to buy me a coffee.
"I live here. I moved here last month." She replies. I can tell by the tone of her voice that she is just as confused as me. "Here, let me buy you a coffee. Maybe we can talk a little." I nod and follow her into the Starbucks she was just in. I take a seat and watch her order the coffee. I still can't believe that I just ran into Brittany.
She returns with a coffee for me. I take a breath before sipping the scolding coffee. "You remembered my coffee order." I sigh. God, why is she so damn near perfect.
"Well, we were best friends for twelve years." She rolls her eyes. Gosh, those eyes are as beautiful as the day I first saw them. "How have you been?" She asks and I snap out of my trance.
"I'm good. I'm great actually."
"Let's get straight to it, how is your love life?" I flinch at the question. "It's okay, it's been years since we've dated." How do I tell her that I have a boyfriend? 'Oh, hey I went through hell in high school trying to figure out how to come out and now I have a boyfriend. A guy that I don't even think I love.'
"I, um, I have a boyfriend. Darren King. We've been going out for five years." I tell her quietly. She cocks her eyebrow.
She furrows her eyebrows, "I thought you were-" She cracked the code.
"Yeah, I thought I was too. But I guess that Darren just stole my heart. And what about you? Any guy or girl on the scene?" I take a sip of coffee.
"No, I haven't found anyone just yet. I guess 'the one' is still out there somewhere." She laughs.
"Don't worry, you'll find the one. Trust me." I reassure. She smiles at me whilst checking her watch.
"I've got to go. But, here is my number." She takes out a pen from her bag and starts writes her number on the receipt. "Call me so we can talk some more." The blonde gets up and waves at me.
"Bye." I call out and slump deeper into the seat. God damn it. Why was she so perfect? The blonde hair, the blue eyes. She's so amazingly perfect. Not to mention that she is a SHE! A girl, someone who I am actually attracted to.
There is another reason why I need her back in my life. Although it could ruin her life.
I return home after a day at the office. It's 3:40 which also means-
"MOMMY!" Harley is home. Harley is my four year old daughter. Yes, you heard me, four. Meaning she isn't Darren's. She is Brittany's. We reunited five years ago in New York and had a Summer fling. It was the time of my life. We went out on dates, cuddled and just had fun. Until she decided to drop everything and travel the world with Quinn, I hadn't seen her since then.
I remember the day I found out I was pregnant with Harley. I had Darren, but I wanted Brittany. I was scared and somehow managed to feel alone.
*Flashback, 9th of September 2017*
I look at the four little sticks in front of me. Positive. Positive. Positive. And God damn positive. Slowly I bring my knees underneath my chin. Darren and I, we haven't even had sex. Wait. If Darren and I haven't slept together then... It's Brittany's. The girl who is half way around the world. Jesus Santana, this is such a f*cking cliché. I'm pregnant with my exes baby. And I have a boyfriend.
I feel the tears soaking my cheeks. The salty produce drips of the side of my chin and onto my hand. I choke on a sob when I hear the front door creak open and smell pizza.
"Santana, babe, I brought back pizza," Darren shouts. I hear a cheery tone in his voice. He's so freaking sweet. And I'm about to ruin his life. Go Santana... "babe, where are you?" I hear him shuffling around my living room. Then I hear the door knob squeaking and the door opens slowly. "Santana, are you okay?" He asks quickly. I look up and shake my head, crying myself a river.
"No," I choke. His eyes make contact with the pregnancy tests and scratches his clean cut beard. He gulps loudly as if in a comical movie.
"Y-you're p-pregnant..." he says softly, I nod, "but we hav-"
"It's not yours Darren," I manage to interupt, "it's my exes. But she's half way across the world."
"Brittany? The girl with the - um - 'extra appendage'?"
I scoff, "yeah, it's hers," I wipe away the tear from above my top lip.
"What're you going to do?" He marks his place on the bed next to me. I feel his arm snake around my shoulder.
"I have no idea."
*Flashback end, November 19th 2022*
And I kept her. On May 21st 2018 I gave birth to Harley Susan Lopez. Susan, after Brittany's mom.
Darren was there, through the whole thing. I loved him for it. But I knew that he wasn't my soulmate. After all he'd done for me, I couldn't just let him go. So I lied to him. I've been lying to him since we got together. Brittany is my soulmate.
"Hey!" I crouch down and she runs into my arms. She has Brittany's blue eyes. She has my Mom's chocolate brown hair and the same skin tone as me, maybe a little lighter. Everything else is a mixture of Brittany and me. "Were you good for Darren today?" I ask. I see Darren out of the corner of my eye.
"Yeah. We coloured and, and, and we watched The Lion King." She squeals, waving her arms around.
"'It was awesome!" She squealed. I put her down but stay at her level.
"I bet it was awesome! Can you go and show me one of your drawings?" I ask and she nods excitedly before running of to her room. "Was she good?" I ask, putting down my keys.
"Yeah, she was awesome. She's a great kid." He wraps his bulky arms around my waist from behind. Brittany's arms were softer and just better in general.
"Babe, I saw Brittany today." I say softly. He lifts his chin off my head and I turn around in his arms.
"As in, 'Harley's mom Brittany'? Does she know about Harley?"
"No, she doesn't. She left before I even found out that I was pregnant with Harl." I reply. "I don't know if I should tell her or not."
"It's your decision Santana. I'm behind you all the way. I love you." That's the freaking problem. No matter how bad things get, Darren is always so sweet about it. I'm so pissed off with myself that I can't return the feelings, because I'm freaking gay!
He's been my best friend since I moved to Chicago. Then we kissed and I thought that I felt something between us. We went out on a few dates, in between the summer fling that I had with Brittany. I still felt something between us, so we made it official. I told him I was pregnant with Brittany's baby and that I couldn't tell her. So he stuck by me. After Harley was born, those feelings died down. I guess it was the hormones or I was trying to fill a hole that only Brit could fill. But I couldn't let him go, so we've been together for the past five years.
"I love you too Darren," I reply, "thanks for putting up with all my sh*t and drama." And with that, I can hear the small thuds of Harley feet running down the hall.
"Mommy!" She calls out, appearing from the hall into the kitchen we're currently standing in, "look, this one is my favourite. This is you," point, "and Darren," point, "and me," point. Harley never called Darren, Dad because she always saw him as an uncle, or a brother. I never signed him as her official dad either. I had always thought that she knew that her actual Mom, Dad, person was someone else. Someone more beautiful... Stop it Santana, Darren is in the room!
"That is awesome baby girl, I love it," I take the crayon drawing, "and I'm going to put it right here." I bring it up to the refrigerator. "Look, it looks awesome!" I exclaim, waving my hands in the air excitedly. I pick her up and sit her on my hip. I look at her deep blue eyes again and I can see that she is Brittany's daughter through and through.
"Can we watch a movie?" She asks, squishing my face.
"Let's bathe you and then we can watch a movie," I reply, "as long as we can watch a my favourite movie."
"Cinderella?" She beams a large smile, I nod quickly, "that's my favourite movie too." I crouch down and let her stand in front of me.
"Cinderella's my favourite!"
"I know, that's why I picked it," she says with a smile. I give her a sloppy kiss and whisper in her ear to run a bath. She ran down the hall and into the bathroom. I turn around to see Darren smiling at me.
"I think I wanna tell her," I say quietly, standing up. Slowly, I move closer to Darren, "I need to tell her Darren. She deserves to know." He leans down and kisses my cheek, "Harley is her daughter. But only if you don't mind."
"Babe, I love you. And Harley deserves to know her other real Mom."
Brittany.
"You'll never guess who I saw today?" I exclaim as soon as I enter the apartment. Quinn shrugs, "guess!" I squeal, pouncing on her.
"Robert Downing Jr." She says sarcastically, rolling her eyes at me.
"No."
"Johnny Depp."
"No Quinn, seriously," I whine.
"Sam Evans," she scoffs at me.
"Okay, now you're just listing your crushes. And it's weird, most of them are over 50 Quinn," I groan, "guess properly."
"I don't know, Santana?" She looks up at me when I start nodding my head excitedly. I display a toothy smile, "seriously? You saw Santana. No one has seen her since your graduation."
"Well, I saw her today. And we had coffee," I say, the smile forming into a neutral look, "and she has a boyfriend."
Quinn laughs loudly, "a boyfriend? I thought she was gay! She made a huge fuss out of coming out - which by all means, I understand is a hard thing - and now she has a boyfriend!"
"Yeah, I don't know what has gotten into her. His name is Darren King," I explain, "oh - and she's a lawyer." I lay my head down on her lap and she adjusts to the position.
"You still like her, don't you?" She teases, shaking my body up. She braced my shoulders into position. I shake my head;
"I think I still love her," my phone buzzes, "'scuse me." I take my phone into my room, it's Santana.
I say in a perky tone, Hey San, what's up?
Hi she drawls out I was wondering whether we could meet up, she asks with a shake in her voice.
I reply, yeah, when? Is everything all right? You sound serious? I start to ramble and I hear a soft laughter through the phone.
B, stop talking. You always ramble, it's adorable, she laughs a bit more.
Okayyy but when do you want to meet?
Is tomorrow okay, two ish?
Yeah, that's awesome, I'll see you there, San. Talk to you then.
You too... Britt, I hang up.
Britt. She only started calling me that when we were girlfriends. Girlfriends. I want to be her girlfriend. Not Darren. I want everything to go back to the way that they were. Where she said I love you back to me. Not like now. Now we're just - like - 'old friends'.
A/N: I changed it up from the original chapter! I read your reviews and changed it up. I think I kind of explained why Santana went out with Darren. And I realised the only child experience I've ever had was my cousin who had speech difficulties so I'm sorry if a portray Harley in a bad way.
Well, I've started yet another fanfic. Yep. It will end with Brittana by the way, Darren won't be here for long. Sorry if there are loads of mistakes, I wrote it a few weeks back and I only briefly re-read it. If there are any mistakes, feel free to tell me. I've written half of the nest chapter but feel free to leave ideas for upcoming chapters!
So... Harley. I picture her as a young Bailee Madison with blue eyes. Who do you think she's more like? Personality wise. Harley is four by the way.
And Darren... Who do you picture him as? I haven't quite decided that so I decided not to describe his looks too much. But there is a reason why Santana is going out with him and its to do with his looks.
I hope you enjoyed that and the sequel to Unexpected Event will come soon!
I just want to get things straight. They broke up like how they broke up in Glee. Brittany graduated high school in the summer of 2013 with Sam and Blaine and everyone and moved to New York a year after Quinn (still 2013). 4 years later (a year after Santana finished college in who knows where to get a degree in law) they met up in New York for Quinn and Brittany's graduation. They had a summer fling causing Santana to get pregnant (August 2017). She had Harley in May 2018. It is now November 2022. So Santana, Brittany and Quinn are around 28-29, depending on their birthdays which are yet to me decided.
Oh and IDK but just go with the fact that Quinn went to college for five and Santana and Britt went for 4 XD it just goes with the story.
That whole summary was mainly so I could get my head around the dates and stuff. If the fancfic doesn't describe the situation like that then please tell me and I will change where necessary.
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