Chapter 1

Black hair tangles off the edge of the bed. Eyes twitch as the bright sunlight shines onto the eyelids. Santana Lopez crunches her face and turns away from the light of the morning. She hears noises coming from downstairs, followed by feet walking up the stairs and the sound of the door opening quietly.

"Santana?" The voice of a female blonde ghosts through the room. "San, come on. Wake up."

Santana groans in disapproval. In her opinion it's definitely not time to wake up.

"We had breakfast already. You need to get up."

A soft hand strokes over her right arm to wake her up. "Five minutes", groans a sleepy Santana.

"You've had more than 20 minutes already. Now get up. I've made pancakes."

A frown appears on Santana's face. Pancakes? Brittany? "Thanks baby..."

Brittany's pancakes are awful. Always have been. In the words of the wifey "Receipts confuse me" and even though she still tries it never works out.

Santana drifts back to sleep, already forgetting her wife is still standing beside the bed.

"San. I need you to get up. You need to take care alone today. Please baby, get up." Brittany softly shakes her wife. Santana answers with a loud snore.

"You leave me no choice", Brittany warns and Santana groans, silently telling her wife not to dare it. But Brittany already made her decision, she steps two feet away and opens her arms starting to sing.

"Take me to church

I'll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies

I'll tell you my sins and you can sharpen your knife

Offer me that deathless death

Oh good God, let me give you my life"

Santana feels her body react to one of her favorite songs and her feet move with the music playing in her head as her wife sings. Brittany reaches her hand out and pulls Santana up against her will, so that Santana is now sitting on the bed needing to take in the sunlight and the song.

"Take me to church

I'll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies

I'll tell you my sins so you can sharpen your knife

Offer me that deathless death

Oh good God, let me give you my life"

Santana lets out a loud groan and Brittany smiles happily knowing that her plan worked once again. Her wife just needs the right song to get out of bed. She's like a boov. She can't resist good music. You may have heard of the boovs. They're aliens. You might know Oh! From the movie Home? It's one of Brittany's favorites and even though she denies it in front of all people Santana loves that movie just the same.

Those aliens not only change color to fit their feelings, they also cannot not dance to human music. Their body just dances without them wanting to. And Santana reacts the same. With the right song she just can't resist but feel it in her every bone.

Now Santana is up shaking her ass at Brittany while making the bed. Britt gives her wife's ass a hard slap, Santana jumps and Brittany walks out to go back to the child.

Santana takes her time to get ready, but by the time she gets down to the kitchen she looks really good. She picked a knee long black dress which is tight around her upper side but loose around her legs. Her feet are covered by black ballerinas. The woman put her hair up into a high ponytail.

"Good morning." She kisses her wife and smiles lovingly. Brittany looks so good. She looks always good.

Brittany is in her red sleeveless top with Mickey Mouses face printed on it, in short shorts and her new white summer sneakers. She added a sweet light beige beach hat with a black band around it and two teddy bear ears formed up on the top of the head.

"San", Brittany cheers and grins. She hugs the brunette tight and only let's her go when Santana bets for some air. "I am so glad you're up now."

"I had no choice", defends Santana. Wanting to change the subject from her disturbed sleep to something more cheerful she asks: "Where's my baby?"

"He was right here." Brittany looks around the kitchen confused. "I swear he was here. Zane? Honey, where are you?" She bends down to look underneath the kitchen cupboards.

Santana chuckles amused at her dorky wife. "I'll see if he's somewhere in the house." The woman walks out of the open kitchen and straight to the living room. The sun floating through the glass-wall makes the whole living room feel warm and comfy. The door to the backyard is closed, but it still smells like fresh air and flowers. Brittany must have opened it earlier. The smell of our garden flowers is in the room.

Santana chuckles at the view she's been given. One wall of the living room is completely made of thick glass from floor to ceiling. Two doors, easily to open up as a double door when needed, lead outside to the backyard. Well "back"-yard. The backyard is more on the side of the house. From the garden you can see the street, watch cars go by and sometimes Santana gets her mail given over the fence by the mailman while watering the flowers and trees. The backyard is mostly occupied by a large play-building that Will Schuester, Santana and Brittany's former teacher, build for them. He had a rough time. Building all this, hiding...

The "castle", as they call it, has two levels. Both levels include a slide. Two swings are attached to the building. A climbing net, a bridge, stairs, a climbing wall and even a roof. Santana and Brittany used hours to make sure it's completely safe. Beside the castle there's also a tiny playhouse, a big spider swing, a sandbox and a small hut with other bigger toys inside.

Whatsoever, the view in front of Santana makes her smile. Tiny hands on the glass, nose pressed up against it, on knees and with an open mouth there was a tiny little boy.

"Zane", Santana chuckles. "What ya doin' boy?" She walks over to her son and kneels down facing his side.

The little boy turns his head and big brown eyes meet hers. "Eh!" A small finger points against the glass.

"You wanna go out? This early? It's not even ten yet."

Zane drops to the floor, brings his feet together and babbles happy to see his mama.

Santana moves her fingers through soft brown hair and kisses his head.

The little boy reaches for his mother's arm and pulls at her sleeve. Santana reaches out and helps him stand in front of her. His finger goes straight to the glass, pointing outside again.

"There you are." Brittany enters the room relieved and joins them in their sitting positions. She crosses her legs and puts her hands in her lap.

"Mii!" Zane claps his hands and stumps his feet as Santana holds him upright.

"That's your mommy, right?" Smiling Santana beams at him for trying to say mommy.

He points outside again.

"Let's go play!" Brittany claps and is already up on her feet going to find some clothes for her baby. Zane is still in his sleeping onesie, his hair is a little messy but his smile is big. He knows his mommy is gonna let him go outside.

"You're smarter than you look." San grins and pokes his nose playfully. The child kicks his legs and reaches out for his mother's nose. "Yeah you think so? Noo." They laugh and Santana pulls her son to her chest. She cuddles him softly and ignores his protest sounds.

"San, let the boy go", Britt scolds her wife. The brunette lets the little Zane down to the floor. With a grey top with the Starbucks logo imprinted, red jeans, a black-white striped, thin, buttoned jacket, black socks and beige-brown checkered shoes from Burberry the blonde comes back and sits down. She brings her son onto her lap and starts to undress him. The boy is not too happy about that and whines. He moves his arms around and babbles unhappy.

"I know baby, but you wanna go out, you need to get dressed." Skilled Brittany easily gets him out of the onesie and into his clothes.

"Do you think it's a good idea to let him out?" Santana frowns with worry.

Brittany focuses on dressing the little boy, but she knows Santana is worried by her voice. "Why's that?"

"It might be bright and sunny but last night it was raining and the grass and everything is wet."

She's so cute. Brittany can't help but smile. Badass Santana eh? Not with Zane. "It's okay, babe. It won't harm him. In fact, if you keep him in a bubble all the time his immune system won't get stronger and learn how to fight things. It's not like we're letting him stand in the pouring rain. The sun is warm today and fresh air will be good for all of us." She finishes putting on his shoes and as soon as she lets him go he's off crawling to the glass-door leading outside.

The former McKinley High Bitch holds onto her son's hand as she slowly opens the door and lets him crawl out and into the grass. With no stop he heads directly to the sandbox and digs his hands into the wet sand.

The two mothers step out and stand cuddling each other as they watch their son.

Santana has her arms tight around her wife, who's head is nuzzled in her neck. She feels her breaths against her skin and it gives her shivers. Brittany still has that affect on her and she doubts it will ever change. But she wouldn't want it any other way.

Just as Santana closes her eyes to take in the smell of Brittany's fresh washed hair and her personal scent the phone inside the house rings. The shorter woman groans and ignores the ringing. But Brittany pulls away and softly strokes her back in apology. "I'll get that." The blonde disappears inside their living room.

Santana Diabla LoPierce puts her attention back on her son. The little Latino boy is full of sand, he made a mess with his hair in combination with sand and his shoes are completely ruined. She sighs. The good Burberry shoes.

Drifting off into memories about her and Brittany she lands on her latest memory, being the one they shared yesterday at their Glee club reunion. Everyone was there. Mr. Schue is now the principal of the school and he welcomed his second child, a daughter, a few months ago. Rachel Berry actually made it on Broadway again. After that big huge failure only Santana knew would happen eventually. Mr Schuester's ex wife was there too. In fact Santana has never seen her before then. Except that one time where she was school nurse and drugged the whole Glee club. But Rachel had an obsession with Schuester once and went to clean all his house, so she must have spend a lot of time with that crazy witch. There even were a lot of people she had never seen before. Not only the second Mercedes, being Unique, no there was even another black girl, the third Mercedes – in thin. No offense! Mercedes is awesome. But bitch please those copies are getting out of hand. They all sang one stupid song together and everyone wore red-white colored clothes, except Becky Jackson, who was there too in all black mostly. God knows why. She never belonged to the Glee club and Sue didn't either but she showed up too surprisingly. Does she even work at that school again? Did Mr Schuester give her a job? In fact that doesn't bother Santana at all.

What really bothers her, after all this time, is the fact that the school only changed when she was out already! Like how unfair is that? She goes through all that bullshit and Mr Schue tries so hard to help all of them and make the school better and then when they're all gone and forgotten they finally make a change. How much easier would her life have been if all of this happened ten years earlier?

After that ashaming performance of the Glee club, which Britt and she actually come too late to, they all sat at Breadstix and talked about their poor lives.

It really bored the hell out of Santana. But luckily her smart wife had her all in her hands, insert wink here.

Quinn and Puckerman actually didn't make it all at as a couple. What a surprise. They had a lot of on and off going on. Mostly because Quinn is a bitch and Puckerman an idiot, but San still loves them both.

Living in a small town has it's pros. One of them is Quinn Fabray, who's living only a few minutes away from the LoPierces.

"That was Quinn", Brittany explains as she steps back outside and into Santana's awaiting arms.

"I was just thinking about her. And about yesterday in general." Her arms close the blonde into a tight hug.

Brittany's arms wrap around Santana's small body. "That was awesome right? I just wish we hadn't come too late to the performance. Everyone was already at it when we joined."

"Yeahh..." Her mind drifting back to the reason on why they came too late, she lets a little smirk appear on her lips.

A loud cry pulls the both women out of their different thoughts and they look at the boy in the sandbox. He cries and holds his arms halfway up, his tongue hanging out his mouth.

Brittany rushes to his rescue. She picks the little one up and cleans his sandy tongue with her Mickey Mouse top. "You ate sand again?"

"We should call him Sandy. Sandy Maverick."

"No." The answers is final by the sound in her wife's voice. Even if Santana was only mocking around, she can tell Brittany is not amused by the thought of renaming their little bundle into someone to be called Sandy.

The little boy cuddles into his mothers shoulder and licks his tongue clean on it. Brittany protests verbally but doesn't stop him.

"I've noticed you haven't eaten any of my pancakes."

With her lovers blue eyes on her she tries to make an innocent face and answers: "I didn't feel hungry."

"Don't lie to me, Santana LoPierce!" Her mimic is hard and angry but her eyes are soft and amused. She knows her pancakes suck.

"I will eat."

Brittany chuckles and lets the child down when he starts to move around. And off he crawls again. This time he goes for the flowers. Santana wanted to have some flowers there, but all the ones she liked Brittany pointed out to be toxic. And in the end they ended up with boring normal flowers.

Spying a familiar face, Santana points at it. "Look, there's the mailman." Zane looks up from the flowers and his mother picks him up bouncing him on her hip.

"Hello, Mrs LoPierce and Mrs LoPierce. Let me see." The old man pulls out a bunch of mail. He looks at the littlest LoPierce and smiles at him. "Well hello, little mister. Do you wanna give your moms the mail today?" The mailman reaches over the fence and holds the mail up to the little boy. Zane looks at it interested and unsure if he can take it. His curiosity wins and he grabs the bunch with both of his hands leading the mail straight to his mouth to have a taste.

"Okay, give me that." Brittany takes her son's newest chew-thing away and kisses his cheek lovingly to assure him he has not done anything wrong. After looking through the mail she lets out a sigh. "Mostly bills." She moves her feet over the grass and walks into the house.

Once she comes back to her wife chatting with the mailman she picks up the topic from earlier. "Quinn called."

Santana says her goodbyes to the mailman and waves at him before answering her wife. "You mentioned."

Brittany waits for Santana to say more but when she doesn't she continues herself. "She asked if you wanted to spend the day with her."

Brown eyes meet blue ones. "But we only saw each other yesterday."

"True", Britt agrees and then goes to explain. "But she meant just you and her."

The blonde gives her wife a look that clarifies she already accepted the offer for her wife. Santana suppresses a sigh and instead answers. "Sure. I'll go over later."

"Thank you." Brittany gives her girl a sweet kiss on the cheek and whispers: "I'll make it worth your while."

The brunette blushes deep red, a tingle between her legs and her hands barely able to not reach out for her wife's nice ass. Instead she asks: "Do you... Did Quinn say why she wants to see me?"

"No. But I guess she misses you. Maybe she's got something to tell you."

"We've been together all day yesterday."

"Saaaan", Brittany scolds. "Maybe she needed to have you all alone or maybe she was still trying to gain courage."

"Maybe", Santana adds with a suspicious look at her wife. "Maybe you know something about that..."

"What?" The blonde shakes her head, her open hair flies around and Zane giggles as he fights with the hair from his mommy in his face. "I don't know. I promise."

Santana's eyes move to the flowers and her mind drifts off to one Quinn Fabray.

"Boob job!", a high school Quinn shouts.

"Stop calling me that." Santana Lopez is not amused. She stares her friend down and if looks could kill...

Quinn laughs loudly and slaps the Latina's ass.

"Jesus stop that bitchy lesbian shit!"

"Coach Sylvester wants to talk to you."

Santana doesn't show it but she's scared. "Why? What about?"

Her best friend shrugs and runs off towards their third man of the Unholy Trinity. Brittany Pierce hugs Quinn tight and they both smile. Her smile is so beautiful. Santana has loved this smile since forever. Those two blondes are her best friends and she wants to spend the rest of her life with them.

Brittany waves her hand at her and her grin becomes so big. She has that affect on her. While Quinn and her always fight and mock around playfully, her and Britt have always been like Mickey and Donald, Dumb and Dumber, Thick and Thin, Good and Bad, Romeo and Juliet – wait what? No! Not Romeo and Juliet. They die. And they also have been a couple. No. Not her and Britt. More like... Cinderella and her talking mice. Yeah... she's my Cinderella...

"..about?"

"Huh?" Her mind is only slowly coming back to present. The blonde woman looks at her amused and Santana quickly apologizes. "Sorry babe. What did you say?"

"I was asking what you're so thoughtful about."

"Oh. Nothing. Just us. You, me and Q."

Britt's eyes lighten up as memories crash her mind. "Oh, oh, oh do you remember the one time we went back to McKinley and just crashed the Cheerios and made them perform Problem with us? That was so fun."

"And we all got to hear my badass rapping."

"That's my favorite part." A sweet smile appears on Brittany's face and Santana just can't help it and smile back. Her wife lightens up any room, or in this case the backyard. My Britt-Britt.

The taller woman kisses her high school girlfriend onto the forehead. "I have to get going." With a pout Santana has a look at the big clock inside the living room. It's 09.32. Time for her wife to work.

"Okay, baby. I'll see you tonight." The Latina gives the blonde a passionate kiss before they part and say goodbye. Santana leads her to the door and steals another kiss from her before the blonde kisses her son goodbye and hands him over to Santana, who again steals a kiss from her.

After watching her wife drive off to work, Santana LoPierce heads inside, sets her son up with some toys just to see him crawl outside again ignoring the toys completely, she leaves the door wide open to have an ear on her son and cleans up the mess her wife made in the kitchen trying to make pancakes. She obviously tried to make some cute Mickey Mouse ones and even a heart but they all look very... well... more like they belong into a horror movie. But it's still sweet and Santana tries a bite from the heart – and spits it right into the bin. Nope. It's still awful. Loving her wife's tries anyway, she smiles brightly and continues to clean the Brittany and Zane eating breakfast mess.