I introduce you my new story. I feel that this going to have humor in it again and maybe not so much smut. Probably pure fluff. Or I am just lying. I hope you like! Introducing Two Girls and a Baby!

Her life stayed in momentum: get up at eight, get dressed, grab coffee, go to work, write, go home at five, shower, order Chinese and watch old reruns of FRIENDS. She's always loved FRIENDS because she envied them and knowing the fact she'll never have them. She knew she CAN be bitchy at times, but she's never thought of herself as unfriendly and friendless. Let alone loveless. Whatever, she doesn't need love to live.

At least she can afford a place of her own with two bedrooms which in one she uses as her office and library. She has all the appliances and the furniture she needs. She's not suffering financially. To be honest, Santana had a good life. Being the top writer and photographer is great; it pays her really well and she gets to travel all over the country. She lives in the good side of town. She can afford anything and everything she wants. She was wealthy alright, but her heart remained poor as the people who live on the streets.

Santana knew of love. Her family loves her. She loves life. But she's never been in love first hand. She has never felt an attraction to anyone. She has never felt the need to be someone. Maybe no one in this world is worth falling head over the heels for. Maybe, just maybe, love is around the corner.

"SHUT THE FUCK UP!"

"Kevin… Don't yell to our baby like that…"

"DON'T TELL ME WHAT TO DO!"

-SLAP!-

"NOW I'M STUCK IN THIS SHIT HOLE WITH YOU AND THAT BASTARD!"

-SLAM!-

-Sobbing-

"And that is why I am not in a relationship!" Santana said to herself as she hears people down the hall abuse and get abused. "Where was I?" She looks at her laptop and reads her opening sentence for her next big article. "There was never story with more woe, than this of Juliet and Romeo." She types a few more lines and rereads it over and over again. "Doesn't seem to fit the flow…" She looks at the words again. "Hmmm…"

-Knock! Knock!-

"Who is it?" Santana yells out. "I don't remember ordering, yet." She says to herself.

A weeping woman with a crying baby talk through the door, "Please, I need your help. No one has answered their door and you're the first one to answer." She begs in tears. Fear is clearly in her voice.

Santana stalks to the door but doesn't open it for the woman. "Look, I don't want any trouble. I would love to help, but-"

"Please! I am begging!" The woman cries out loud. "At least let my baby stay for a bit!"

Santana yanks the door open out of guilt and is horror stricken and love struck at the same time. There stood before her a tall, beautiful, blue eyed, blonde who didn't look any older than herself and she cradling a crying baby who didn't seem more than six months old. She has bruises on her arms and chest. And the slap Santana heard not too long ago can be seen on the woman's pale face.

The blonde walks and cries even more as she sinks lower and holds her baby tighter.

Santana shuts the door and slowly approaches the woman, "Are you okay..?"

"I'll be fine." She hiccups her tears. "We'll be out in five minutes." She cries some more and the baby starts crying even louder.

Santana freaks out and runs to the cupboard in the kitchen and grabs a bottle. She goes to the fridge and fills the bottle with fresh milk and warms it up on the microwave for forty five seconds. She shakes it and hands it to the woman. "Here."

The woman is startled and stops crying, "You have a baby too?"

"No, my sister comes here every so often when she wants and she has a baby, so…" She offers her hand.

The blonde takes her hands and allows herself to get picked up by this kind stranger. "My name is Brittany." She smiles brightly and wipes away her tears. "I'm sorry we met like this."

The baby takes the bottle and immediately starts sucking on it. Her eyes start dozing off.

Santana smiles in return, which is weird because she shouldn't smile at a serious time like this or at all. Her smile disappears as she bathes in the woman's appearance and finesse through the abusive event that just happened to her.

"Thank you for letting us stay…?"

Santana gets back to reality. "Santana!" She clears her throat and says it more calmly. "My name is Santana."

"How funny, my daughter's name is Santana." She smiles and looks at the brunette child with blue eyes. "I named her after Santa in girl form, which came out as Santana, but it didn't make any sense but I already named her so it was too late to change is back to Bob." Brittany says nonchalantly.

Santana looks at her carefully. Usually, in situations like these she would roll her eyes and walk away. But Brittany's logic with Santa and Santana made sense, except for the Bob part. "Please, sit. Rest if you want for the night here. This is a pull out couch."

"I'd be violating and imposing on your privacy…"

Santana shrugs her shoulders. "Please, the only thing that's been violated here is your pretty face and kind heart."

Brittany giggles.

"Um, I will get you diapers and a pj for you." She runs to her room. "WHAT WAS THAT ALL ABOUT?" Her face is flushed from the embarrassment of saying that. "Get it together!"

"Santana?" Brittany calls out from the living room.

"Yeah?" She shuffles to look at the blonde through the doorway.

The blonde smiles and a light emits from her ocean eyes. "Thank you."

Santana nervously smiles in return and sinks back to ransacking for pj's for Brittany. She felt weird. Her heart started racing when she saw that beautiful smile Brittany bestowed and her palms got all sweaty. She's never felt these things, not even once!

"Santana?"

She jumps from her daze and stubs her toe on the drawer. "Ay! You stupid puta!" She slaps the drawer as if it were one of the animated characters from Beauty and the Beast. She crashes on the floor grasping her toe.

"I'm so sorry!" Brittany rushes to Santana's side and scoots in close. "I didn't mean to scare you. I just really needed to pee and I didn't want to go without your permission!"

From the core of Santana's heart, she starts laughing out loud. She has never laughed this hard. She starts crying because of laughing too much. "I'm not going to stop you from peeing!" She laughs even more and the pain seems to radiate away from her toe. "You're something else, Brittany." She wipes away her tears, looks into the ocean eyed girl and smiles.

Brittany giggles, smile and looks into the mocha colored eyed girl. "Can I pee now?"

"HA! Yes, of course!" She points at her bathroom and the one across the living room. "There and there."

"Thank you!" Brittany runs across the living room and to do her business.

Santana smiles brightly to herself.

"Wah! Wah!" The baby cries as she finishes her milk. Little Santana is falling asleep but needs to burp.

Santana hears baby Santana cry and rushes over to her. "Hey there precious!" She boops the baby's nose lightly and scrunches her nose. "How was the milk? I heard you and I share the same name!" She picks up the baby and cradles her in her arms.

The baby stops crying and cocks her head to the side and examines the stranger.

Santana sees the blue eyes looking at her curiously. "Am I doing the wrong thing?" She adjusts the baby so she can pat her back and burp her. "This should help before you fall asleep."

Brittany's been watching the interaction of the woman and the child. She hasn't taken the notice of her new friends', Santana, features: She has darker skin than her, her eyes are brown, her hair is black, she's shorter than her, and that she defines the word beautiful perfectly. She is taking every ounce of Santana in, wanting to know more about her. But not at the moment. Not just now. She needs to know who this Santana is. "You're great with babies and kids I'm guessing."

Santana turns around and shrugs her shoulders as she lightly pats the baby's back. "Not really. Kids in this building hate me. Even my sister's baby hates the crap out of me."

-BURP!-

"There you go!" She pulls away from the baby to smile and look at her. "Let's take you to Mommy!" She walks over to where Brittany is watching and hands over Santana.

"Thanks, San." Brittany takes the baby from her and kisses her forehead. "I hope you grow up kind and beautiful like Santana." She quickly glances over at Santana and smiles.

There it is again. Her heart is pounding and her palms are sweating. "I still need to get you pjs, pillows, comforter, and diapers and yeah I'll be back." She rushes to her room and closes the door. She stops and breathes in and out. "You're just nervous cause you haven't had any friends at your place." She paused for a second. "What friends are you talking about?" Santana paces her room and grabs pillows, a comforter big enough for the mother and daughter, a new pack of pjs because she bought a bigger size than her own, and a pack of baby diapers and baby wipes. "She's just a stranger I'm helping." She struggles to get to the door. "A good looking stranger…" She catches herself and growls. "SHUT THE FUCK UP SANTANA LOPEZ!" She opens the door and walks to Brittany trying to calm herself down.

Brittany cocks her head to the side and looks at Santana questioningly.

Santana can feel her face hot and bothered. Hopefully her skin is dark enough to shade it. She puts the things down and starts pushing and flipping the couch not taking notice of the blonde watching her.

"Hey, are you okay..? We can leave right now." Brittany said out of politeness and embarrassment. She's thinking Santana is mad. "I didn't mean to make you mad…"

"What?" Santana looks up horror struck. "No! Don't go!" She won't be able to sleep knowing the fact Brittany and little Santana have to go back to that horrible man. "When I think, I look mad and I get really… Like literally hot headed at my thoughts or hoe incomplete they are." She sighs and calms down. "Hence my dark face getting all red."

"I think your face is beautiful. You're a beautiful person." Brittany says bluntly out loud.

Santana's face flushes even more from embarrassment and the compliment. She's heard guys give her cat calls and all but no one's ever complimented her with respect.

"Are you thinking hard? Cause you look like a cherry tomato." Brittany laughs out loud.

Santana shakes her head and continues setting up the bed for them. She changes the subject. "I can tell she's your daughter. You both tilt your head to the side and look more inquisitive than Curious George."

"I read that book to her!" Brittany says as she looks down and sees her almost asleep daughter. "He doesn't seem curious to me. He seems more of the type that goes looking for trouble. Like Simba."

Santana is impressed. "That's actually a great observation. Very true. Then again, curiosity killed the cat." She pulls back the comforter and places the pillows on the bed. "And here you go. It's a heated blanket so you and Little Santa here can sleep well." She pats the bed. "Here's your pjs."

"This is all too much but I am desperate. We'll be out of your hair tomorrow."

"Brittany, I don't want Santana with that man who abused you." Santana said almost too carelessly and bluntly. It's not her place. "… I'm sorry… I just-"

"No, you're right." The blonde places little Santana in bed and covers her with the blanket. Her daughter is finally sleeping peacefully. "Kevin and I were never in love. It was just a one night stand."

Santana shifts and shuffles on her feet. She knows Brittany needs a talk but what the hell is she supposed to say?

"We just met at a gathering and things led to one another and nine months later I gave birth to Santana." She looks at her daughter smiling. "I made a mistake by getting pregnant when I wasn't ready but Santana is not a mistake. I love her with all my heart." She sighs heavily. "My mother kicked us out after she was a couple of months old. I wasn't only an irresponsible daughter, but my daughter was also a nuisance to her." Tears started going down her face. "I found Kevin to see if he wants to do anything with the baby and this is what happened."

Santana moves closer to Brittany and grabs the blonde's hand for comfort, not only to Brittany but to herself.

"You know the saddest and the best part of everything that has happened?" Brittany's watery blue eyes met with Santana's chocolate eyes.

Santana shook her head and didn't say a word.

"I have known you the shortest but you've been kinder to me and my baby than my own mother and the father of Santana." She weeps and collapses on Santana's chest. "I am so embarrassed but I have no one but Santana and you. I am sorry."

Santana hugs the crying blonde and starts rubbing her arm in comfort. "Hey now…" She pushes Brittany up and smiles at her. "It's no trouble. I don't know you and you don't know me so here!" She sticks her hand out towards the blonde.

Brittany is startled and gets confused.

"My name is Santana Marie Lopez and I am twenty four years old. I am a writer and a photographer. I have never had friends and I have never fell in love before. I am just forever alone." Santana smiles brightly and gestures for Brittany to shake her hand.

Brittany takes the hand and shakes with Santana. "My name is Brittany Susan Pierce. I am twenty one years old. I am a single mom who never finished college. I am the stupid blonde everyone takes advantage of and my only friend was my pet cat Lord Tubbington. He's dead now. I guess I am forever alone too." She smiles in return and stops crying. "You're really sweet, San. I don't get why you haven't had any friends."

"It's cause I'm a big, bad bitch!" Santana winks.

"Ha." Brittany punches Santana lightly on the shoulder. "No really. I think you're great."

"That's means a lot, especially coming from a stranger." She smiles and genuinely means every word she is saying.

-Burguhhhhhh-

"Sorry, I'm just hungry…" Brittany's face turns from pale, to salmon pink, to blood red in a matter of three seconds.

Santana laughs. "I got you! I was just about to order Chinese takeout." She grabs her cell and hits a number and presses talk. "Hey Ping! Yeah, the usual for me and…" she looks at Brittany.

"I'll just have whatever you're having. I'll pay." Brittany shrugs her shoulders.

Santana rolls her mocha eyes and gave her the "really" look.

"Can I have chow mien, walnut and coconut shrimp, and two rolls please?" Brittany bites her lip.

"You heard that right?" Santana nods her head and hangs up. "You're pretty weak at eating. I thought you said you were hungry."

"I really am, but I am just kinda-" Her voice trails off and gets cut off.

"Oh please! You are a guest and I shall take care of you. I eat a lot so I shall share my feast with you." Santana pats the blonde's back and walks to the kitchen. "Want something to drink? I am going to have some water and wine."

"Same please. I need a drink, but not so much. I don't want little Santa here getting drunk on my breast milk." She sighs heavily. "Really, thank you. I can't say it enough."

"You can pay me back later on. Just I don't know how." Santana thinks about it and shakes her head. "I'll think of something!" She grabs red wine and pours it on two glasses and grabs two water bottles from the fridge. She sits on the loveseat couch and pats it, signaling Brittany to sit next to her.

Brittany sits next to Santana. "Thanks!" She takes a sip of the wine and grimaces. "Ugh, I will never get used to wine." She takes another sip.

"You baby!" Santana drinks the whole glass of wine in one gulp, challenging the blonde.

Brittany smirks and drinks it in three gulps. "I see you've had some practice with swallowing."

"I see you haven't!" Santana retorts.

"Hey!" Brittany laughs and pushes Santana's shoulders playfully. "I know how to, you know! Just I drink the fun fruity stuff. Not this sophisticated type."

"I just drink a lot of wine because I basically write, photograph and eat most of the time." Santana shrugs her shoulders. "It's funny." She smiles to herself. "I finally know what having a friend is like." She looks at the blonde sitting next to her. "Thank you."

Brittany felt not only happiness in her heart, but sadness. Santana doesn't deserve to be alone. She reaches for Santana's torso and hugs her tightly. "I am glad you took us in when no else would."

"Guess this whole thing is a blessing in disguise. A miracle if you will." Santana hugs tightly in return. "I already like you. Like really, really like you."

"Thanks San. I really like you too." Brittany tears up a bit. "You are my and little Santa's guardian angel."

Santana laughs out loud. "That's a first! People call me Santana the Satan."

"Aw, that's not true. You're nice." Brittany pulls away and pouts.

Santana shakes her head. "No, it's true. I am telling you. I am a bitch!"

-KNOCK!- -KNOCK!-

"Food's here!" She looks at Brittany sternly. "And no! I am paying for this but I do need your help getting the food in here." Santana stands up and goes to the door. "Hey Ping!"

Brittany sees the four bulky bags of Styrofoam boxes stacked on top of one another, boxes and boxes with Chinese calligraphy on it and six fortune cookies. "HOLY SHIT! It IS a feast!" Her eyes went wide but her stomach was wider. She is very hungry.

Santana gets two plastic bags and gives it to Brittany. "Just put it in the coffee table." She takes a fifty out of her pocket and gives it to Ping. She takes the last two of the bulky bags. "Keep the change!" She shuts the door and happily walks over to the coffee table. "I love your face at the moment."

"You weren't kidding when you said feast…" She breathes in and out. Brittany licks her lips. She is dying of hunger.

Santana saw what Brittany did with her tongue. That's probably one if not the sexiest things she's seen in life. Her face started to get red and she dropped the bags on the coffee table and heads to the kitchen. "I, uh… I'm getting more wine. You can start eating."

"I'll set this banquet up for us but I am going to wait for you!" She rips open each bag and puts the food out. "Thank you, Santana!"

Santana watches Brittany as she pours the wine. She thinks to herself. "You're just excited because you have someone else other than your sister and family coming over." She's trying to memorize Brittany's moves, actions, and words. She wants to know the story behind every smile and every breath she's taking. She wants to know this girl. Santana wants to remember who Brittany as if she'll be disappearing tomorrow. Those blue eyes. Her gold hair. Her smile.

"SAN!" Brittany announces out loud quickly trying not to wake up little Santana.

"Shit!" Santana let Brittany distract her. The wine was spilling over the glass and onto the counter. "My bad." She uses the kitchen towel and wipes the counter clean. She frowns. "Waste of a delicious wine!" She pours the rest of the wine in Brittany's glass and walks back to her. "Here."

"Are you always this distracted and careless?" Brittany jokes.

"Nah, I am usually focused and careful. Just that I have you and little Santa here. It's different."

Brittany sulks.

"A very GOOD type of different!" Santana quickly fixes her sentence.

"If you say so…" Brittany's sad.

"Oh come on Britt. Would I let you stay here for as long as you want and feed you?" Santana raises her eye brows and looks at Brittany carefully.

Brittany pops her head up and looks at Santana carefully. "Do you really mean that?"

"Mean what?" Santana asks.

"Stay here. With you. Here. Me. A stranger. Stay HERE." She emphasizes what she says.

"Well yeah. You're my new friend and you need help. Plus," she looks at the sleeping baby. "Again, I can't have you back with her asshole father who did that to you and doesn't want to do anything with her. Being homeless is not an option either! You are welcome as long as you like until you can get back on your feet!" She smiles.

Brittany starts crying. "This is all too much but we need this. I will pay you back one day Santana. I promise you that."

Santana smiles and pats Brittany on the back. "Hey, it's all good!" She smiles genuinely. "Less crying and more eating!"

Both of the girls start laughing and start eating.

The birth of a new friendship.

How is it so far? Not bad? Not good? At least something, right?