You Dork
It was a cloudy but warm evening in Lima, Ohio as a cheerful blonde jumped up the porch steps of her girlfriend large five bedroom house, well her girlfriend's parent's house anyway. Humming quietly the bubbly teen relished the euphoria that came with using her shiny new key to open the large front door.
For years the girl had been using the always conveniently unlocked back door to visit her best friend but last week that all changed.
Flashback...
"Can I have my present now please please please?" The supposedly seventeen year old senior begged unashamedly as she bounced sat down on her girlfriend's large double bed.
Opposite her stood her girlfriend of nearly six months who was spinning around on her desk chair grinning manically.
"Hmm I don't think you really want it." She said her raspy voice still teased the blonde's senses even after so long.
"I hate it when you tease me." The blonde pouted.
"That's not what you said last night." The brunette teased her hand slowly working behind her to open a desk draw.
"I lied." The dancer couldn't help but smile, as if she could ever lie to her girlfriend.
"Uhuh well I think what I'm about to give you has been a long time coming and to be honest is probably about two years too late to actually make a difference now." The Latina announced no longer as smiley.
Opposite her the blonde was just relieved to finally be finding out what this mysterious surprise was her girlfriend had told her about this morning. She'd seemed so confident when she was teasing the blonde in math class; it was a stark comparison to the shy girl spinning in front of her now.
"Any present you give me is amazing." The blonde said firmly, she shifted as if to stand but was stopped by her girlfriend jumping up, hands behind her back, and making her way over.
"Hey you." The blonde greeted happily, sitting up further and trying to wrap her arms around the brunette to feel what was in her hidden hands.
"Hiya back sneaky." The Latina replied stepping quickly out of reach causing a the blonde to groan and bounce again.
Just as she was about to make her annoyance at the longest wait known to man or woman, the Latina knelt down dramatically at her feet.
"What?" The blonde breathed completely taken aback emotions whirling around her chest.
"Don't freak out this is not a proposal." The Latina was blushing a little anyway at the cheesy position she'd put herself in. "It's just... oh here!" She said hurriedly pressing the now open box into the blonde's now sweaty palms.
They both waited with baited breath one with excitement and the other with nerves jangling. When the blonde finally laid eyes on the item in the box her heart skipped a beat and her breath left her lungs with a whoosh.
Inside the box was a shiny new key, blue and covered with yellow smiley faces. One look told the dancer exactly what the key opened because she had seen the same one, although worn and brassy, in her girlfriends left hand many times.
"Do you like it, I saw the pattern and thought of you well not that you're yellow just that it's happy, that and I couldn't find any with a unicorn on. If you don't like it we can get a replaaa..." The brunette was cut off by a pair of lips catching hers.
The kiss was soft and unhurried, it allowed the blonde to show the Latina exactly how much love she felt for her, so much it needed an outlet right way and the brunette had been rambling. When they finally pulled apart they were both smiling.
"Thank you." The blonde said staring lovingly into dark eyes.
"No problem." The brunette replied easily her knees now aware of the fact that she was still on them. Carpet burn was going to happen for sure luckily her girlfriend's next words were the best possible distraction from the newly formed pain.
"I love you Santana." The blonde breathed staring lovingly at the reason for her happiness.
"I love you too Britt." The brunette replied easily refusing to acknowledge the lump in her throat or her glossy eyes. Instead she rose to her feet and brought her girlfriend into a tight embrace where they remained in various forms for the rest of the night.
End Flashback...
By the time Brittany's mind had finished replaying the memory she was nearly at Santana's bedroom. Already her heart was speeding up at the thought of seeing her girlfriend even if they had only parted hours ago so Brittany could attend her dance class.
"Saaan!" Brittany called out happily as she approached the closed door inscribed with 'Keep the F**K out unless you are blonde and named Brittany' a phrase which Santana had written herself when she was only eleven years old.
She heard a loud thunk as she pushed the door handle and immediately flew into the room wondering what had happened. All she found was a guilty looking Santana hanging over the edge of her bed trying miserably to shove still bright screened laptop underneath.
Brittany almost giggled at her girlfriend's guilty expression looking up at her from near the carpet while close to toppling over completely.
"What did you do?" Brittany asked sceptically a small smile making its way onto her face when she started thinking about the dirty things her girlfriend could be hiding.
"Nothing I just wanted to put this away before you got here but the stupid thing wouldn't turn off." Santana rambled while frantically trying to push the laptop out of sight to no avail.
"Sure that's why you look like Lord Tubbington after a cigar and poker night." The blonde nodded with a knowing smile still on her face, she winked at her girlfriend who turned bright red when she realised what her girlfriend thought she had been doing.
"B it's not what you think I swear." The cheerleader said as Brittany stepped closer.
Then, out of the blue, the distinct sound of a baby crying echoed around the Latina's bedroom leaving the blonde thoroughly confused.
Santana face palmed wishing the world would swallow her whole right that second. She hadn't felt embarrassment like this since she was first outed. She eyed her girlfriend wondering whether she had figured it out yet, apparently not because Brittany looked positively livid.
"You got a baby without telling me? Santana Lopez how could you do that?" Brittany almost sobbed and Santana scrambled up and over to her upset girlfriend.
"No it's nothing like that B, I swear." Santana said firmly her eyes worried as she wrapped her arms around her favourite blonde.
Before Santana knew it her arms were cold and empty and the blonde was shooting across the room heading straight for the incriminating evidence.
"No!" Santana shouted diving onto her girlfriends back but missing and getting her leg instead she brought them both crashing to the ground.
"Santana!?" Brittany shouted back, shocked at how desperate her girlfriend was to keep her away from the screen. All the blonde could see from her angle was the blue glow on the keyboard letting her know the picture of whatever was still there.
Brittany used her considerable upper body strength to simultaneously drag her and her girlfriend across the floor and laugh uncontrollably at her girlfriend.
By the time she could reach the laptop Santana was crawling up her back to lay her whole body across to prevent the blonde from moving any further. Unfortunately for the brunette she didn't make it before a pale hand managed to reach out and flip the laptop to face them.
What Brittany found actually shocked her speechless, she barely felt Santana flop over her back her legs resting around her hips and her face planting against her shoulder. The Latina let out an anguished groan.
On the screen a slightly tan baby was wiggling in a crib crying its eyes out as while two women slept soundly in the room next door.
"Sims?" Brittany asked her voice showing her surprise as she tried to turn her head to look at her girlfriend who still had her pinned.
"No." Santana said gruffly into her shoulder blade.
"Talks like Sims and walks like Sims." Brittany sang to a distraught Latina who still would not show her face.
Slowly Brittany reached for the laptop and dragged it towards them. Using her very slim knowledge of the game she went to wake up one of the women. She gasped out loud when she saw what came up with a click.
"Why am I in a computer San?" Brittany asked playfully as she started to catch on to what Santana might have been doing.
"You're not." The muffled voice came from behind her right ear.
"So it's a different Brittany and a different," She clicked on the other woman. "Santana then?" She wondered how she had not discovered this hobby before.
Santana only gave another agonised murmur in reply so Brittany decided to leave her be and play the game, maybe in a little her girlfriend would feel more comfortable talking about it; hopefully before her legs went dead.
By the time a dark cheek scraped a paler one Brittany was looking after a toddler that looked very much like a mini Santana from what she could tell.
"I haven't played this since I was fifteen." The blonde murmured quietly so as not to scare the other girl away. No reply.
"I don't know what came over me." A voice whispered in her ear making the blonde jump a little.
"I think it's sweet." Brittany said honestly while a digital blonde taught baby Kayla how to talk.
"It's creepy." The disturbed voice grumbled.
"No it's not, if you had made Finn and Rachel plus their babies that would be creepy." The blonde said firmly before cheering when the green thing was full, their kid was a genius.
"We're hot even in pixels." Santana said quietly.
"There's the Santana I know and love." Brittany smiled as she shut the laptop and rolled slowly onto her back, loving how she didn't even have to tell Santana to hold herself up then drop back down to snuggle.
"Where did you get the idea?" Brittany was curious; she didn't even have the disks around anymore let alone the will to play the game.
"I saw the disc at the bottom of my desk drawer when I was putting your key away the other week and I couldn't get the image out of my head, it was like a waterfall of ideas hit me all at once and I couldn't rest until I'd brought them to life." Santana explained her head tucked under her girlfriends chin.
"You're a dork and I love you." The blonde replied easily squeezing her girlfriend and pressing a tender kiss to the top of her head.
"I love you too Britt."
Brittany didn't say anything after that, she didn't need to. They just lay there for a while breathing in sync, pressing kisses against the other every few minutes.
That was exactly how Santana's Mami found them when she came home from work, tangled up on the floor nearly asleep and smiling hugely. She was just glad they were fully clothed, for once.
Oh ym god oh my god I got REVIEWS I thought this was a lost cause. I really enjoy writing these, thank you for the lovely reviews keep em coming if you want more.
To Guest: Thank you for your honest opinion, I actually agree with you. I find it adorable when people are whipped but I think it's unkind to take advantage of someones feelings for their other half. I didn't think Santana would appreciate it either so I wrote it in. Oh and the next one is totally equal.
cucadellum, Pridemunkeyz (Loved your ideas, this is one of them kinda) and Santanalover16, thaaanks!