How I Met Your Mommy

Chapter 2

A/N: This story is AU. In the show Santana's father is a doctor, I'm aware, but I wanted to do something different. (: There will also be more things more than likely that are different from the actual show.

Also please be sure and read the authors notes at the bottom because, I have a few questions for you guys, and would like some feedback (:

"Baby?" They all hear, interrupting Santana's story. A wide smile appears on Santana's face, as well as all of the kids, hearing Brittany's voice.

"In our room!" Santana answers back with excitement. She's happy her wife is finally home from work. Brittany owns her own dance studio now, and has to work every day except Sunday, whereas Santana has most weekends off. Right after college, Brittany had booked a few tours with some artist. She went on two tours, before realizing she couldn't do it anymore, because she couldn't stand being away from her wife that long. Which is why she decided to open up her own studio. She soon realized she loved, teaching people how to dance, even more than she liked touring with celebrity's anyway. It was a win win. Especially after the kids were born.

Santana on the other hand is a police officer. Everyone likes to crack jokes about it, because when she was a teenager, she hated cops, and was most always getting into trouble with them. Now she's become one. Santana love's her job, and she's following in her father's footsteps. He'd been in the military when she was younger, but after fulfilling two active terms, he got out, needing to be at home with his family. He'd become a police officer shortly after, because of his need to help people.

Sugar jumps up off of Santana's lap and races out of their bedroom when she hears Brittany's voice. It makes Santana chuckle, but she can't deny that a part of her doesn't want to jump up and race down the hallway to greet her wife. Charlie jumps up to follow but he's a little slower, and collides with the blonde as soon as he exits the bedroom.

"Mommy!" He yells gleefully, wrapping his arms around her legs.

Brittany smiles, and puts her free hand on his back. She's holding Sugar on her right hip with her arm securely underneath her. "Hey buddy." She greets him, as she slides her hand up to ruffle through his long curly hair.

Santana smiles and just about skips over to her wife, "Mama's turn!" She says making Brittany giggle. The blonde kisses Sugar's forehead and places her back down on the ground, before turning back to her wife. She smiles widely at the Latina and reaches her arms out enveloping her in a tight hug.

Santana buries her face in the blonde's neck, and breaths in the sweet scent of Brittany. She'll never get tired of this smell. "Hi baby." Santana greets, squeezing her arms tighter around the blonde's neck.

"Hi." Brittany replies lovingly, before pulling back slightly. She can't help the warm smile that forms on her face as she looks into the brunette's eyes. Even after all of these years, she still makes butterflies form in her stomach. Brittany leans in and places a soft lingering kiss on Santana's lips. She pulls back after a second, very aware that all of their children are in their presence unfortunately. "What are you guys doing?" She asks curiously, turning her attention to her other two children that are still sitting around the boxes of photo's.

Smiling proudly, Santana slides her arm around Brittany's waist, "Looking at our old photos. And I'm telling them the story of how we met." She informs the blonde.

Brittany's eyes light up, and she quickly makes her way over to the other children, sitting down next to Remy. She digs through the boxes, and pulls out a photo looking over it. It's a picture they took before Prom in their dresses. It's a group photo of them and their friends, standing outside the limo they rented. Brittany is standing behind Santana and has her arms wrapped securely around Santana's waist, her chin resting on her shoulder. She remembers how happy they were to be going together. She'd wanted to go with Santana to junior prom, but it didn't happen. That's a story for another time.

"Really, she was just supposed to be telling us when you guys started dating." Keegan says with a groan. "It was a simple question." He mutters.

"Yeah, but we've been here for over an hour." Remy adds, rolling her eyes. "She started from kindergarten." She adds exasperated. How did one question did get so out of hand. She wasn't in here, but she's pretty sure Keegan didn't ask for their life story.

Brittany turns her head back to Santana and smiles, "Keep going?" She asks her wife, with puppy dog eyes.

Santana smiles, and nods her head, making her way over to sit next to Brittany. Keegan and Remy let out groans, and Santana glares at them. Sugar crawls into Brittany's lap, and the blonde wraps her arms tightly around the little girl, and Santana pulls Charlie into her lap as she continues on with the story.

The doorbell rings, and Santana jumps up from her Dora chair in the living room. She sees her mommy walking towards the door, and she quickly follows tow. As her mom reaches out for the handle, Santana hides herself behind Gloria's legs, a safe spot to see who was at the door.

Gloria pulls the door open, and Brittany and her mother are standing on the other side of it, both smiling brightly. "Hi Susan." Gloria greets with a warm smile. "Brittany." She adds, looking down at the adorable blonde girl, holding onto her mother's hand.

"Hi Santana!" Brittany greets cheerfully, beaming at the Latina who was peaking out from behind her mother's legs.

A scowl forms on the Latina's face, "Hi." She grumbles out. Gloria had insisted on inviting Brittany over to the house to play with Santana. Her and the blonde's parents had finally met at school, and had been talking about setting up a play date for weeks. Santana was still trying to deny the fact that they were friends, but Mrs. Williams informed both parents that they play together every day. There had been one day when the blonde was sick, and Santana had cried almost the entire day without her best friend there with her. When Brittany was with her kindergarten didn't seem so scary. But she'll never admit that.

She is still mean to Brittany sometimes, but the blonde just brushes it off, because deep down she knows Santana likes her. They're best friends.

"Why don't you girls go out in the backyard and play?" Gloria suggests, moving out of the way so the two guests can come inside. Santana looks up at her mother and frowns, "You can show her your playhouse that daddy built you." She says, giving Santana a look between encouraging and one that says, 'be nice'.

Santana just sighs dramatically, and glances over at Brittany. "Come on." She says rolling her eyes. She leads Brittany out the backdoor and takes her over to the playhouse/swing set her daddy had built for her when she was only a couple years old. There is a playhouse on the bottom with a play kitchen, and a latter that takes you up to the second story which is opened with just railing and has a slide and a firemen's pole. Hanging off the other side is a bar that holds two swings, and a few feet away from that is a set of table and chairs.

"This is so cool!" Brittany squeals, making her way into the playhouse. She pokes her head out of the window, and smiles widely at the brunette who was just standing there watching her with her arms folded tightly over her chest, "Let's play house!" Brittany suggests, clapping her hands in excitement. "I'll be the mommy."

Santana frowns, "But we don't have a daddy." She grumpily.

The blonde pokes her head back out the window and shrugs, "We can just have to mommies." She suggests, before puling her head back into the club house.

"That's not how it works." Santana informs her with a glare. "You have to have a mommy and a daddy." She says with an audible sigh, rolling her eyes. "I'm not being the daddy." She tells Brittany with an attitude. She's not a boy.

"That girl in our class, Rachel. She has two daddies, so why can't we be two mommies?" Brittany asks, and Santana doesn't say anything.

She'd asked her mom about that later, and she had explained that sometimes families have two of the same sex parents, and that it was perfectly fine. It was still weird to her though.

Brittany pokes her head back out the window when Santana doesn't respond to her, and the brunette simply shrugs her shoulders. "Where is your daddy?" Brittany asks curiously.

"He's in Iraq." Santana informs the girl. "He's like a super hero." She says proudly. Santana's father had been asked to go overseas when Santana turned 3. He'd been home for a couple of visits since then, and they Skype almost every day. Santana never understood why he had to leave them, but her mommy had explained he was fighting bad people, like a superhero does. She was excited to have a super hero as a daddy, even though she wishes he was here all the time.

The blonde studies Santana for a few seconds, her head tilted to the side. "That's really cool." She finally says with a toothy grin, and Santana can't help but smile also, because yeah, she knows. "Okay, I'm going to cook dinner, and watch our babies, and you're going to go to work." Brittany informs Santana, getting back on track with playing house.

This makes Santana frown once again, "I don't want to go to work." She grumbles, stubbornly. Why does she have to be the one to have a job? She wants to stay home all day. "Who made you boss? I want to stay home." Santana argues, placing her hands on her hips.

Brittany pokes her head back out the window and gives Santana a puppy dog pout. "But I want to watch our babies." She says, her bottom lip beginning to quiver. "You have to go out and bring home the bacon." She adds in a sweet innocent voice. Santana just looks at her confused, because what? "It's what my daddy says." Brittany tells her with a shrug.

Santana stares at the blonde, holding her ground, but Brittany's puppy dog eyes get to her and she eventually surrenders. With a huff she climbs up the latter of her playhouse, going to "work".

"Wow mama, you were whipped when you were 5." Remy says with a smirk.

Santana scowls at her oldest daughter, and hears Brittany let out a giggle next to her. She cuts her eyes over at her wife, who in return, grabs her hand and places a kiss to the back of it, giving her a sugary sweet smile.

"What's whipped mean?" Sugar asks, looking up at her mommies with a confused face.

"It means she's mom's personal slave." Keegan says, making Remy laugh loudly.

Brittany bites down on her lip, and tries to keep in a chuckle as she watches Santana glare at all of their children. "It means, I love your mom more than anything, and I'll do anything to keep her happy." Santana informs them, giving them all stern looks. "But, I'm not whipped." She adds, giving them all scowls, daring them to argue with her.

Brittany leans over and kisses Santana's cheek, "It's okay baby. I know you're not whipped." She tells her sweetly. Santana smiles proudly, but when she looks away from the blonde, Brittany smiles at her children and does a whipping motion with her hand making them all giggle.

"Yeah Britt, smooth." Santana says rolling her eyes, "There is a mirror on the closet door." She says, looking at Brittany through the reflection of the glass.

Brittany smiles apologetically, and leans in to kiss Santana, but the brunette turns her head, and the blonde catches her cheek. "Baby, don't be like that." Brittany coos, placing a kiss on Santana's shoulder. "I'm totally whipped by you too, just so you know." She informs Santana seriously.

Santana looks at Brittany skeptically, but the blonde nods her head in reassurance, and Santana smiles softly. "I love you." She tells Brittany sweetly, leaning her head in to kiss Brittany.

"I love you too." Brittany giggles, against her lips.

They hear the kids groaning, and pull apart with wide smiles. "You guys are so gross." Keegan says with a grimace.

"Can you please just continue with the story?" Remy asks, shocking them all. She was the last one they'd expect to want Santana to keep going. She notices the shocked stares and shifts in her spot, rolling her eyes, "Look, the faster she tells the story, the faster we can get out of here." She explains, and okay, that's the Remy they know.

"What does her coming over to your house have anything to do with you guys getting together anyway?" Keegan asks curiously. As adorable as his parents are, not that he'll ever admit that aloud, he doesn't want to hear their life story. They'd be here for the rest of his life.

Santana frowns at the pushiness of her kids, "It's the start of our friendship, which evolved into something deeper." She informs them in a tone that says, 'duh'.

The girls are at recess and are swinging. After about a week or so, Brittany had convinced Santana to get up and actually play with her on the playground. Santana just rolled her eyes with a huff, and followed the blonde to the swings. She was barely even moving as her feet drug the ground underneath her, refusing to actually have any fun. She's so stubborn.

A girl named Lauren that's in the other class, that shares recess with them comes up to them, and stands in front of the swings, with her arms folded tightly over her chest. She is also in kindergarten, but you wouldn't think so. She's a few inches taller than both girls, and about 3 times the size of them.

"I want that swing." She states, pointing to the one Brittany is currently occupying.

The blonde frowns, "But, I'm swinging." She states with a pout.

Santana looks away from Brittany and over at the big girl to see her glaring hard at the blonde. Lauren tilts her head to the side, and cracks her neck and it makes Santana grimace. Gross.

The big girl then walks around the swings, and Santana sighs in relief, because good the girl is gone. But her thoughts get cut short when she sees Brittany fall out of the corner of her eye. She whips her head around to see Brittany on the ground and Lauren standing behind the swing with her hands on her hips, looking proud of herself.

Santana's brows furrow, and she jumps up off the swing. "Britt, you okay?" She asks, leaning down to check on the blonde who was now crying. After being sure Brittany isn't in any physical pain, Santana stands up, and turns on her heel, glaring harshly at the big girl who is looking at them with a smirk.

"Say, you're sorry." Santana says lowly, her fists clenching at her sides. The bigger girl just laughs. "Say it now!" Santana shouts, taking a few steps closer to Lauren.

The girl just looks at her unfazed, and suddenly, she's being pushed backwards by the Latina. She stumbles a bit, but catches herself, and breathes in deeply, looking at Santana like a bull ready to charge at a red flag. She charges full force, knocking the Latina onto the ground with a thud.

Santana gasps, but quickly moves out of the girls way as she tries to jump on top of her. When the girl falls next to her, Santana jumps onto her back, and starts pulling at her hair, making the girl scream out. Lauren rolls onto her back, trapping Santana underneath her as the Latina continues pulling at her hair, and punching her wherever she can reach.

Finally a teacher makes her way over, and pulls them off of each other, blowing a loud whistle.

"Mommy, fighting isn't nice." Sugar points out, stopping the story in it's tracks.

Brittany nods her head in agreement, "You are right Sugar." She tells her daughter with an approving nod. She's always taught their children that violence isn't the answer.

Santana simply rolls her eyes, but doesn't say anything. She doesn't feel the same way, obviously, but she knows how strongly Brittany feels about teaching their kids not to fight. Don't get her wrong, she doesn't want her kids going around fighting for the hell of it, but sometimes you gotta do what you gotta do. This was one of those times. Keegan had been in one fight, and they'd been called to school. And he totally kicked the other kids ass. Apparently he'd been making crude sexual comments about her and Brittany.

He deserved it.

Which is why Santana couldn't help but be proud of her son. She was the first to congratulate him. Brittany on the other hand had not been so proud. Santana and Keegan both got in trouble that night.

Remy on the other hand has been in multiple. She's pretty much a Santana clone, personality wise. She gets into fights for no good reason, and they're constantly getting called to the school.

"Did you get in trouble mommy?" Charlie asks with wide eyes. "Did you go to the principal?" He gasps, at the mere thought of being sent to the principal's office, making Santana smirk. Charlie is the good one out of the bunch. He's a Brittany clone.

"Yes, I went to the principal's office." She concludes with a nod, "It is not a place you kids want to go." She adds, giving them all pointed looks. Keegan and Remy, are already aware of this fact, and Sugar more than likely will become aware of it soon. She tends to have Santana's snippy attitude sometimes. They figure it's a matter of time before she makes some kid cry at school. She did it in preschool, multiple times, and got put in time out. Getting into trouble always upsets Sugar, unlike Remy, who couldn't care less about being punished. As soon as mean words slip out of Sugar's mouth she regrets them. She just has no filter.

Santana walks out of the office, and sees Brittany sitting on the bench outside the door. She crawls up onto the seat, and sits next to the blonde as she waits for her mother to finish talking to the principal. She's going to be in so much trouble when she gets home.

"I'm sorry I got you in trouble." Brittany says with teary eyes.

Santana folds her arms over her chest, and tries to look mad, but it only lasts about a millisecond. "It's fine." She finally says with a sigh, not being able to keep up her facade. "Are you okay?" She asks, turning towards the girl.

Brittany nods her head, and wipes her eyes with the back of her hand, "You stuck up for me." She says with a watery smile. "You're my best friend." She states, before pulling Santana into a bone crushing hug.

"No, I'm not!" Santana is quick to say, trying to pull away, but Brittany won't have it. "I don't even like you." She adds with a frown.

Brittany giggles, "Yes, you do! You saved me! You're my best friend!" She reiterates. She pulls away from the hug, and hears Santana mumbling under her breath, "Say it!" She prompts the Latina, who looks at her with wide eyes. "Say, you're my best friend." She tells the girl, nudging her shoulder. Santana shakes her head, and Brittany pouts, "Say, I'm your best friend." She asks, with puppy dog eyes.

Santana groans, and tries standing her ground, but god, that pout. "Fine." She sighs, "You're my best friend." Santana surrenders, making the blonde squeal with happiness and throw her arms back around the Latina.

"Adorable." Remy deadpans. She's looking at her mama with a bored expression, leaning back on her hands.

Santana looks over at her with an annoyed look, and Remy just gives her the same look, creating a stand off.

"Maybe, you should skip to the first grade." Brittany tells her with knowing eyes and a soft smile. She knew the staring contest between Santana and her oldest daughter, will last all night. They are both the most stubborn people she knows, and will never back down.

This makes Santana frown, because she doesn't want to rush, but fine. Besides, what happened in first grade is probably one of her favorite memories. Okay, so maybe every memory with Brittany is her favorite, the good ones, anyway.

"Good idea." Santana says with a firm nod, "But first, It's dinner time. I'm starving." She says, nudging Charlie off of her lap. He stands up, and she sticks her hand out to him motioning for him to help her up. He smiles and clasps her hand, and using all of his strength helps Santana stand up. Really she just stood up on her own, but he likes to to think he's strong. "What do you guys want?" She asks, looking around the room at her family, waiting for their suggestions.

They all yell out different things at once, and Santana glances over at Brittany who gives her an amused smile.

"What do you want baby?" Santana asks, offering her hand out to her wife.

Sugar climbs off of Brittany and with Santana's help, she stands up. "Hmmm…." She hums, tapping a finger against her chin as Santana pulls her into her. "I want tacos." She decides with a bright smile.

A quiet 'yes' slips out of Keegan's mouth from behind them, because that's what he had suggested, and Remy rolls her eyes, but doesn't protest. She suggested pizza, but she could never say no to tacos. Especially her mama's.

Santana places a quick kiss to the blonde's lips, "Let's get cookin' then." She instructs, twirling Brittany towards the door. She slaps her wife's butt as they make their way out of their room, the kids following behind.

They all make their way into the kitchen, and Santana immediately gets to work. She gives all the kids a job, and sets them up at different stations around the kitchen, with the food and supplies they need to do their part.

Brittany hooks her ipod up to the speaker on the kitchen counter and presses play, before making her way over to her wife. The brunette is browning taco meat in on the stove, throwing in spice's. The recipe is one of many that her mother taught to her when she was younger. Her mother was definitely one of the best cooks Brittany had ever met, and now Santana was also. She used to always go over to the Lopez' for dinner where her mom would always make a feast, not even for any special occasion. It was just a tuesday night.

Out of the corner of her eye, Brittany spots Sugar dancing around like a maniac and she shakes her head giggling, before turning her attention back to her gorgeous wife. She wraps her arms around Santana's waist, and buries her nose in dark locks. "How was work?" Santana asks, as she continues her task.

Brittany hums into her neck, and Santana can feel her smile, "It was good. Mrs. Evans says hello." Brittany informs her. Saturday morning's Brittany teaches a jazz class with older people. The ages in all of her classes range from 4 years old to however old. The oldest woman in one of her classes is Mrs. Evans who is 93. She's the sweetest old woman, and she absolutely adores Brittany and her family. She's always asking about the Latina, and asking to see recent pictures of the children.

Santana hums in response and nods her head. "Well tell her I say hello back." She says with a grin. She has to reach across the counter for a certain spice, and finds it difficult with Brittany wrapped around her body but she manages. It makes her giggle how Brittany doesn't let up, even seeing her struggle. "You need to go and do your job." Santana says with a teasing smile, "That guacamole won't make itself." She adds with a smirk.

Brittany lets out a whine, and squeezes Santana even tighter. "I wanna stay with you." She whispers into Santana's neck, making the Latina beam.

They get pulled out of their little world when they hear a phone vibrating against wood. Santana glances back at Brittany who smirks, and they both look over at Remy to see her looking around the kitchen. "Is that my phone?" She asks them with hopeful eyes. They'd taken her phone away from her yesterday when she got into trouble, and she hadn't seen it since.

Santana just nods her head and her daughter's eyes light up. She makes her way over to the where the noise is coming from, but Brittany quickly steps in, blocking Remy from the drawer her phone is vibrating in. "You're not allowed to use it until Monday." Brittany says firmly, giving the girl a pointed look.

Remy whines, and stomps her foot against the ground like a 5 year old. "Please!" She begs, looking at her mom with puppy dog eyes. But Brittany stands her ground. "At least let me check it, to see who it's from." Remy asks with a pout. "I won't even text back." She promises.

Santana turns away from the stove to look at her eldest daughter and her wife, "We already know who it is." She tells her, rolling her eyes. "Either Spencer or Colby." She informs them all, which they already know. Spencer is her best friend, and Colby is the boyfriend. Santana's not a fan of the boy. He's basically like a Noah Puckerman reincarnated.

"Just let me send them a quick text." She tries, "Spencer, at least." She adds, knowing she has a better shot of letting her use her cell if it's to Spencer, and not Colby. She's very aware of her parents disapproval in her boyfriend. "Just so she knows, you guys haven't like murdered me or something." She says dramatically, making both Santana and Brittany chuckle.

"Spencer will be just fine." Brittany tells her. "You saw her yesterday." She adds, rolling her eyes. She can be so dramatic sometimes. But she also knows, her and Santana were the exact same way. Except worse.

Remy lets out a huff, and folds her arms tightly across her chest, giving her mother an annoyed look. Brittany simply smiles, and pulls the cell phone out of the drawer, making Remy's eyes light up hopefully. But the blonde smirks and places it in her own pocket, before making her way back over to Santana.

"You guys are so unfair." Remy grumbles out, walking back over to her station where she's chopping peppers and onions. She starts angrily chopping, and it only amuses both her parents.

Brittany starts pulling out her supplies to make the guacamole, and Santana glances over to the huffing brunette. "What's unfair is that you punched some guy in the face for apparently no reason." Santana points out.

Remy glares at her mama, but keeps her mouth shut. He was being annoying, and okay, she shouldn't have punched him, but she can't help it. She has rage.

"Mama, can you finish the story?" Sugar asks from across the kitchen. She's standing on a chair at the counter with Charlie and they're placing the taco shells on a pan to be put in the oven.

Santana smiles, and turns towards her youngest, "I promise I will finish it after dinner okay?" She tells the little girl, who nods her head with a slight pout, because she really wants to hear it now.

"I would really just like you to answer my question with a simple answer. Like, oh we started dating junior year of high school." Keegan says, channeling his mama's attitude.

Brittany smirks at the death glare Santana is giving their child, and walks over to him. "Good things come to those who wait." The blonde informs him, before placing a kiss to the top of his shaggy dark hair.

A/N: Please let me know what you think! Let me know if you prefer just mainly Brittana past memories, or if you like the present things with the kids. I have a possible story line for the future them planned out, if you guys are okay with that, or would want that! It will still continue to have the flashbacks, and they'll tie into the future stuff as well, so please review and let me know!

Also, I'm starting a little series of oneshots of Brittana getting caught by all the members of glee, their parents and a few teachers. So If you will please leave a review and let me know who you'd like to catch them first, or maybe a suggestion on where and how? I have most of the encounters planned, but I'm willing to change things up (:

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