Disclaimer: The day I own glee is the day the world will most likely end. Karma.
This is for Mia, the God of Brittana.
September 18th 2018
Santana inhaled deeply. That morning coffee smell making her eyes flutter open. She rolled her head to the left to check the clock on her bedside table; 8:36am. A happy sigh escaped her lips.
"You're glowing." A gentle voice echoed from the doorway. Santana pushed up onto her elbows to look at the beautiful blonde leaning on the doorframe. Her long flowing hair was scruffy and her face was free of any make up. She wore a tight tank top and some loose fitting short shorts. She looked absolutely breath-taking.
"You're a liar." Santana smirked playfully. Brittany unfolded her arms and pushed away from the doorframe. "How do you do that?" Santana asked inquisitively.
"Do what?" Brittany shook her head, oblivious to what Santana was referring to.
"How are you so perfect?" Brittany pulled one leg beneath her as she fell down, gracefully as ever, into the space next to Santana's hip. She placed one hand on the opposite side of Santana's body protectively.
"Now who's lying?" Brittany whispered; bring her face closer to Santana's. Santana flicked her eyes down to Brittany's pink lips hungrily. As id Brittany knew what Santana wanted, she moved in further, only to be met by air. Santana collapsed back down onto her back, dodging Brittany's lips altogether. She began giggling, almost childishly at the unamused look on her girlfriend's face.
"Fine then." Brittany kicked her legs over the side of the bed, ready to leave when she felt a warm hand wrap around her wrist.
"Why don't you come on over?" Santana's eyes were twinkling like nothing Brittany had ever seen before. They were so pretty and alive, it was almost unreal.
"Are you going to let me kiss you?"
"You'll have to wait and see when you get down here." Santana smiled mysteriously. Brittany raised her eyebrows but manoeuvred herself anyway. Brittany lay next to the Latina's small body on the giant double bed. Blue eyes mirroring chocolaty brown. They were silent, being contempt in each other's presence. Everything felt so warm and secure.
Without warning, Santana leaned in and captured Brittany's lips with her own. Brittany's eyes automatically closed at the overpowering sensation. God knows how Santana still had this influence on her. Santana brought her hand up to cup a soft, pale cheek; caressing the other girl's delicate features. Brittany moved her hand up to hold Santana's. Brittany threaded her fingers through Santana's as they moved apart.
"Today's been a good day." Santana breathed, still so caught up in the moment.
"It's 8:45 in the morning." Brittany stated matter-of-factly.
"And this far, everything's been amazing." Santana grinned at the dancer, who just ducked her head and blushed bright pink.
"Come on! Up!" Brittany suddenly sprang from the bed. Santana's eyes bugged at the surprise attack by her girlfriend, where one person got so much energy at this time in the morning was beyond her, but this was Brittany after all.
"But, why? It's Saturday." Santana whined. Brittany glared at the pouting girl.
"It's Sunday."
"Same thing." Santana shrugged, pushing her heavy body up from the bed.
"Just be glad you don't have work today." Brittany took Santana's hand and lead her through to the living area.
"I am glad. But I like working at the café, it's cosy and small." Santana tilted her head dismissively.
"Sit down, I'll get you your breakfast." Brittany ran her hand down the back of Santana's head one last time before disappearing off into the kitchen area.
"I'm pregnant, not disabled!" Santana called after the caring blonde.
"This is me not caring." Brittany yelled back in her stubborn tone. Santana scoffed to herself before taking a brief glance out the window into the streets of New York. She loved this city. Everything about it was so beautiful and the people, they were all so nice and kind. Her friends weren't so bad either, but she'd never admit that to their faces. The teasing would never stop. For some reason, everything she saw, kind of reminded her of the show Friends; the apartment buildings, the local coffee shop, the community. She liked it. It felt like home.
She soon felt a pair of warm arms hugging her from behind, and then a chin was resting on her shoulder. Santana leaned back into the touch.
"Where's Lucy?" Santana murmured, her cheek brushing Brittany's softly. Brittany placed a few butterfly kisses down Santana's neck before lifting her eyes to meet Santana's.
"Her favourite aunt stopped by a while ago to take her out." Brittany giggled. Santana rolled her eyes at their shared joke.
"I take it Rachel's there too then." It was more of a statement than a question but Santana had said it anyway. Brittany laughed a little more before nodding her head and untangling herself from her favourite lady.
"Now sit down. I'll bring you food." Brittany pulled Santana over to the couch and lightly pushed her down. Brittany once again drifted off into the kitchen area; Santana couldn't help but tilt her head to watch Brittany's hips sway as she walked away. Santana shook her head, waking herself from her trance before clearing her throat.
"When're they getting back?"
"Quinn said they'd stop round for breakfast. They just went for a walk to the park." Brittany called back; Santana swore that Brittany was using her sexy voice on purpose.
"Can you please stop it?" Santana groaned half angrily, half extremely turned on.
"Stop what?" Brittany appeared in the doorway holding a tray containing orange juice, cereal and toast.
"Being slutty, it's turning me on and they'll be back any minute." Santana rearranged herself on the couch so Brittany could put the tray down onto her knees. "Thanks for giving me a perfectly good view of your cleavage." Santana spoke through gritted teeth as Brittany was bent over her. Brittany giggled triumphantly.
"I'm not doing it purposely, Santana. You're just hormonal and pregnant and your emotions are everywhere." Brittany grabbed her own coffee then plunged down next to Santana.
"Hey! Where's my coffee?" Santana's brow furrowed angrily. Brittany raised her own mug up and away from Santana's grabbing hands.
"San! This is mine. Leave it." Brittany batted the offending hands away. Santana eventually huffed defeated. There was a short knock on the door before it was pushed open slowly.
"Are you guys PG friendly?" Santana rolled her eyes while folding her arms.
"Shut up Q!" Santana slumped back into the couch obviously experiencing one of her mood swings.
"Lucy! What are you doing?" Rachel's voice echoed from the hallway outside. Santana couldn't tell if she was being serious or playful. "Look your mom's awake, go say hi!" Now Santana could hear the annoyance in her voice. Little padding feet could be heard running up behind them just before a tiny blonde haired girl appeared in front of them.
"Hey mommy!" Lucy jumped onto Brittany's lap. "Hey mom. Did you sleep good?" Lucy turned to look at Santana.
"I slept perfectly baby. Did you have fun with Aunt Quinn and Rach?" Santana brushed the soft hair away from the piercing blue eyes. It was ridiculous how much Lucy looked like her mom. Ever since Brittany had had her three years ago, Santana had taken her on as her own. Lucy hadn't known any different either. It was a mistake, Brittany had admitted that, but she did not want to get rid of the baby and looking at Lucy now, Santana thanked whatever god was listening, that she hadn't.
"Yeah! We went to the park and Auntie Rach fell over." Lucy exclaimed. Santana smugly looked up to said brunette. Rachel pouted and crossed her arms defensively across her chest. Quinn leaned over quickly and kissed the tiny diva's lips. Rachel immediately brightened up, bouncing on the balls of her feet.
"That's disgusting." Santana gagged, pushing her tray of food onto the table before her. Quinn swatted the raven haired girl's head before shrugging off her coat.
"I want pancakes!" Quinn announced.
"Yeah!" Lucy pointed at Quinn excitedly, wiggling her way out of Brittany's grasp. "Please mommy, please!" Lucy was practically running circles around Rachel's feet.
"Does Aunt Quinn want bacon?" Brittany whispered to Lucy.
"Aunt Quinn always wants bacon! And Auntie Rach wants fruit!" The hyperactive three year old tripped over her words constantly but even that didn't stop her from expressing her excitement.
"Okay then." Brittany tapped Lucy's nose, causing the little girl to scrunch her nose up before throwing herself into the seat that Brittany had just stood from.
"How's your tummy mom?" Lucy snuggled into Santana's side. Santana wrapped an arm around the miniature version of Brittany tightly.
"My tummy's just fine baby. Your baby sister or brother is in there you know?" Santana spoke soothingly. Lucy's eyes conveyed so much confusion but she didn't say a word. Instead she let out a whisper of a breath and lay her head down onto Santana's stomach.
"I can't wait."
This is kinda a vague chapter. I know. But it should start to pick up after this. It'd be cool to hear what you have to say and constructive criticism you have is always awesome!