Hi everyone! Hey, hey, I really apologize for the late update but yeah, I am planning to have this thing worked out weekly. I am looking for summer jobs, that's why. Okay, so I was supposed to wait for my beta to finish all this, but since my beta wasn't there, I think she's kind of busy, so I am not pushing it so far.

To Dionne, or Dee, the next in my alphabet name (because I call myself Cee) so, thank you, thank you big capital THANK YOU for being the beta for this chapter.

And I know you'll be in the next chapters, too. I love you love you love you so so much!

So, I really was working on another fanfic entitled Thinking Of You, probably a one-shot, but I am still working on this! Seriously, because guys, I really love you so so so much! Plus, this is not the end of Brooklyn, Brittany and Santana as a family.

I want to see a wedding. I want to! Maybe on a three on this. Yeah?

Yup. And I still hate the Bram stuff on Glee. I have promised myself and my other half, that I would not watch Glee, not until Bram ends and Brittana gets back together.

Okay, I am such a Bram hater. Sorry. Sorry also for this long-ass note.

Okay, so every reader out there, here's your lovely, lovely kiss.

xx


The tune of Happy Birthday resounded through the room as Santana loomed over the toddler's bed. On her left hand was a handy video camera, and on her right, her girlfriend was also on the head of Brooklyn's bed.

"Happy birthday, baby…" Santana sang in a whispery volume, along with Brittany's humming. Brooklyn stirred, and then, out of habit, rubbed the sleep away from her eyes.

"Mom?" the tot started to say with a sleepy voice.

"Happy birthday to you," Brittany cooed.

Clearly, Brooklyn was still sleepy as she rolled to her left side and was met by her Mama's brown eyes. "Good morning Brook."

"Morning, Mama. Is it still early?"

"Yup, it's still early. Go back to sleep, if you want," Santana smiled. "Baby, do you remember what day is it?"

Brooklyn looked at Santana, and then at Brittany. And then, as her realization came as to why her mothers were both at her room, her face broke into a wide grin.

Santana and Brittany started to sing.

"Happy birthday to you…"

Brooklyn sat on the bed, in her pyjama-clad glory, clapping her small hands together. "Thank you, Mama. Thank you, Mom!" Brooklyn smiled as she scurried to land into her Mama's waiting arms. Brittany then crawled over the bed and wrapped her lithe arms around Santana and Brooklyn.

"Oh, my girls…" she mumbled.

"I love you, Mom!" Brooklyn smiled as she craned her neck to plant a big, wet kiss on Brittany's cheek. She then mirrored her actions to her Mama.

Suddenly, like a rain on a parade, the living room phone rang.

"I'll get it, San. Can you help Brook take her shower?" Brittany said as she sprinted across the room.

Santana's forehead was still creased into a scowl, and Brittany did not go by not noticing it. "Take that scowl off your face, Lopez. It's still six-thirty in the morning."

Brooklyn snickered as she heard her Mom lecture her Ma. The tot's snicker was way too cute for Santana and when Brooklyn did that, her scowl immediately wafted into thin air.

"Come on, munchkin, let's get you showered and make you pretty…"

Brittany sauntered across the spacious living room; she quickly picked up the cordless phone from its carrier and spoke.

"Hello," she said.

"Hey, is this Brittany?" a male's voice, although somewhat very much feminine, and definitely screaming GAY was on the other line. If there was one person who would call Brittany and with that voice, Brittany knew who the caller was in one breath.

"Kurt! How are you? Why are you calling…" Brittany grinned wide, even if there was no one else in the room.

"You do know how much of a blabbermouth Tina had become, right? Tina told Blaine, Blaine told me..." Kurt asked in a nice tone on the other line. "Look, I just came from Paris and Blaine's with me. We're picking something for Brooklyn."

"Wait, how did you know?"

"Hello? Tina…" Kurt said, and his chuckle followed through the line.

"Oh yeah, well, Santana's helping Brook have her shower. I can tell her to pick you guys up."

"Nahh, we're fine. Besides, doesn't Santana have to work or something?"

"She told her Papi she's gonna be out today," Brittany informed her friend. "Because it was Brook's birthday."

"Lucky kid."

"Yeah, I suppose. Well, be on time for dinner here, tonight, Kurt…"

"Yeah, you can count on us on that. Anyway, I've got to go. Say hi to Tana for me."

"Will do."

After Kurt's call, Brittany fried eggs and bacon for their consumption when the second call came. She held her spatula in one hand as she put the kitchen phone on her ear.

"Hello" she said as there was a shuffle on the other line.

"Hey, Britt? This you?" a high-pitched female voice was on the other line.

"Rachel?"

"Yep-yep. Hey, how are you?"

"I'm good. You?"

"Great-"

"Umm, Britt, I was just wondering if your baby girl is ready to meet me, you know. See I haven't seen her actually. You didn't tell us Pierce," Rachel ranted.

"Look, Rachel…I don't really have time…I'm frying our breakfast and I don't want to let San eat burnt bacon this morning," Brittany said, as politely as possible.

"Berry, put that thing down. We'll be there at Brook's birthday," another voice was heard through the phone, although in the background. And judging from the way it was said, it was being yelled at Rachel.

"No, Quinny, I was just giving Brittany and Santana a heads up that we will be at their doorstep this evening. You know that it is utterly improper to barge into people's houses," Rachel yelled back.

"Sorry, Britt, Quinn's really an ass this morning. I had to drag her out of bed," Rachel apologized.

"I take that you're living in New Haven together?"

"Yeah, like together…together," Rachel said and from the way Rachel had said it, Brittany could see her smiling with pride.

"Berry, my bacons are burning, damn you."

"Okay, well, I just want to say happy birthday to your baby," Rachel said. "Again, I must say-"

"That's it, Berry. I'll call you back," Brittany said as she sniffed the scent of burning meat. "Bye."

Thankfully, the bacon that Brittany was frying wasn't burnt that much, but when she plunked it down on Santana's plate and Brooklyn's, the Latina looked up to her questioningly.

"Britt, you alright?" Santana asked worriedly.

"Yeah, I am," Brittany tried to give a shrug. Damn Rachel and her call.

"Why did my bacon just smell…funny," Santana asked curiously. "Are you sick or something? You rarely fail cooking my favourite bacon, baby. You don't have to work today if you don't feel fine."

"I'm okay, San. It's just that, I didn't turn the bacon when I should have because Berry called."

"Berry called? Like called, called? On the phone?"

"Yeah, and Kurt too," Brittany said. "They're coming over for dinner. Is…it's not too much, right?"

"Really?" Santana smiled as she forked the bacon and motioned for Brooklyn to open her mouth. Suddenly, Santana's intercom beeped. The older blonde was quick to stand up and smile at the brunette, who was feeding the tot.

"Good morning, Miss Pierce," the concierge said from the intercom.

"Morning, Geoffrey," Brittany said coolly. "And for the bajillionth time, it's Brittany."

"Oh, okay, well, Brittany, there's a Noah Puckerman in the lobby. He was asking for you and Miss Lopez."

"Puck!" Brittany grinned. "Yeah, let him up, Geoffrey!"

She then skipped back into the kitchen and excitedly beamed at Santana. The Latina looked at her with a questioning look, her face tilted to the side, prompting Brittany to spill the beans.

"Puck's here and he's coming up!"

"Puck?" Santana drawled. Had it been what? Seven years…almost eight since she had seen him back in Lima. She wondered what the womanizer of her high school time would probably look like at this time.

"Who's Puck, Mom?" Brooklyn asked, curious as why her mothers had been so excited in a heartbeat.

"Oh, he's your Uncle Puck," Santana smiled. "You'd like to meet him."

True enough, there was a knock on the door a few moments later. Brittany clapped her hands excitedly and walked to the door.

"Who is Uncle Puck, Mama?" Brooklyn asked Santana.

"He's here. He and me and Mom went together at school, back when we were young," Santana said rather proudly. She heard the door open, then close and shuffling of feet towards the kitchen.

"Hey, Lezpez, nice joint you got here, eh," Puck said as he extended his arms wide. The teenage boy trapped in a man's body was grinning from ear to ear. His mohawk was gone, and he was leaner and a little more mature than ever.

"Say hi to your Uncle Puck," Santana smiled as she softly nudged Brook's elbow.

"Hi, Uncle Puck," Brooklyn said tentatively, and then she looked up at Puck.

"Hey there, birthday princess!" Puck was quick to pull the child into his arms and swung Brook into the air. Pretty soon, Brooklyn's chuckles were heard across the kitchen. "I see you've both grown up a heartbreaker, Lopez…"

"Alright, that's it, Puckerman…" Santana quipped as she chuckled. "Who told you it's Brooklyn's birthday?"

"Well, Tina, told Blaine told Kurt, Kurt told Sam, Sam told Finn, Finn told me," Puck shrugged with a clinging Brooklyn in her arms. "I guess Kurt pretty much told everyone else, actually."

"Charming. Look, I really appreciate you being here, but you see, my kid's gonna go to school in a few minutes and-"Santana was cut off by the intercom again.

"Yes, Geoffrey?" Santana snapped.

"Miss Lopez, there's a Mercedes Jones waiting for you. Shou-"

"Let her up, Geoffrey!" Santana grinned as she cut Geoffrey off.

The moment there was a knock on the door, she quickly flung it open, and Mercedes was grinning at her, and was holding a birthday present.

"Hello, Satan," Mercedes chuckled.

"Not too loud, Wheezy. Brook could hear you."

"Sorry."

"What are you doing here?"

"Just checking on Brook. Want to tell her happy birthday before I take off to Buenos Aires tomorrow morning," Mercedes says rather proudly. "I want to see her. I can't believe Britt just didn't show up till six years."

"Mama, who is that?" Brooklyn was a laughing, writhing mess on Puck's shoulder.

"Brooklyn Pierce," Santana sucked her breath. "Meet your Aunt Cedes."

"Hello, Auntie Cedee…" Brooklyn smiled as she extended her arms to Mercedes. The older adult took her quickly in her arms.

"God, Santana," Mercedes grunted. "She's heavy."

Puck and Brittany smiled absentmindedly as Santana's eyes shone with pride as Mercedes started cooing to Brooklyn. Finally, after a few minutes of sitting around, Mercedes had yet another thing cut out for them.

"Santana, may I have a minute with you?" Mercedes asked.

"Yeah, sure," Santana stood up and looked at Brittany, and the blonde quickly nodded. "We can talk in the study."

Quickly, the two women walked to the study, and Santana sat down. "Okay?"

"I am pretty aware that you and Brittany...," Mercedes started. "I'm aware of what you had been through."

"So, what does have to do with our talk?"

"I know Brittany's mother was so angry at Britt after she got herself pregnant and got kicked out of Julliard," Mercedes started.

"It wasn't her fault. Hell, she did not even want it that way," Santana's brows furrowed.

"I know. But what happened, happened. Brittany was pregnant, she got kicked out of Julliard, got her dreams shattered and she had to work for menial jobs. Her parents were very disappointed, Santana. Did you know Brittany hasn't called or spoke to her mother in six years?"

"Her parents did not help Brittany. Don't ever judge her. You don't know her. You wouldn't even give a damn if you ever knew, Mercedes," Santana spat out, her glares were directed evenly to Mercedes.

"Well, that's not my point, Santana," Mercedes said, effectively ignoring the Latina's glare. "My point is, Brittany has her mother, and I hope she never forgets that."

"I know. But Mrs. Pierce had clearly kicked Brittany out."

"So what, Santana? Blood is thicker than water."

"Clearly that doesn't apply with Britt and her mom," Santana growled. "I used to think Elizabeth was one hell of an accepting mother, turns out she was worse than Alma is. Here I thought of my family as an unhealthy one," Santana clicked her tongue.

"Sam is flying Elizabeth in tonight."

"What?"

"He's flying her from Lima to New York, here. She needs to spend time with Brittany. She needs it; after all she had gone through after losing Ben."

"Papa Pierce died?" Santana felt the colour from her face drain to her feet.

"A few months ago, yes. Elizabeth was torn beyond measure," Mercedes said. "I hope this isn't too much to ask from you, Santana. After all, Brooklyn deserves to meet her grandmother, too. Not just on your family's side, but also on Brittany's side."

Santana was quiet for a few moments, as if considering it. However, Mercedes took it as a form of disapproval so she opened her mouth again.

"If you don't want to, I can tell Sam to cancel the flight. We didn't tell Elizabeth that she's gonna see her daughter and granddaughter so-"

"No, let her come. Tell her she's more than welcome at our place," Santana said. "Besides, I miss her too. I've got things to sort out with her also."

Mercedes let out a shaky breath and smiled. "Thank you, Santana."

Santana didn't answer. She knew she had just decided on something that could make her and Brittany or break them. Looking out to the doorway, she could see Puck and Brittany laughing and giggling.

"They're beautiful, Santana."

"Who Puck? Yuck."

"No-"

"I know. I was just kidding. I know they are, Cedes."

"You deserve them, San. You deserve them both and they both deserve you."

Santana threw Mercedes a knowing smile, which was reciprocated and they stayed in that state for a few moments. It was as if they settled to another place and they shared the same sentiments.

"Cedes, I'm taking Brook to the zoo today, you want to come?"

"Nahh, Puck," she said and looked for Puck. "Puck let's get this show on the road."

Pretty soon, Puck's Land Rover pulled out of the driveway, going downtown, with Puck and Mercedes and a foot-long list of Mercedes' ingredients for things that she wanted to cook for that night's dinner.

Meanwhile Santana and Brittany pulled up from the basement parking and out into the road, to the direction of the city's zoo. It being Brook's first time at the zoo with Tana, she was practically jumping off the seat.

They reached the zoo in fifteen minutes and Brooklyn was already elated as they went below the chimpanzee arch. Santana approached the ticket booth and asked the cashier-slash-receptionist and asked her how much an entire roll of tickets for all the animal rides would cost.

"Ma'am that would be 35$" the pimple-faced teenage boy muttered under Santana's piercing glare.

"Thirty five bucks? What the hell," Santana groaned and fake-faced her disappointment as she took out a fresh 50$ bill. "Keep the change, lad."

The day was incredible, and it had been going alright, well, up until lunch, when Brooklyn wouldn't eat her hotdog and just kept on babbling about having cotton candy and ice cream. Brittany was not having any of it.

"Brooklyn, no," Brittany groaned. "No, as in, no. You can't eat cotton candy unless you eat your lunch first."

"Mama," Brooklyn turned her imploring eyes to Santana – no, literally begged and almost cried in front of her.

"No. Mom would be mad."

"Mom?" Brooklyn said.

"No."

A wet raspberry was blown towards Brittany's face, instantly covering some of the blonde woman's hair and neck with carrot mush and tomato sauce.

"Brooklyn Louise Pierce, stop that," Santana grimly said from her corner. "You don't do that to your Mom. You won't do that to neither of us."

"I wants cotton candy!" the little girl bellowed.

"I'll give you cotton candy, when you start learning manners!" Brittany said out loud. "You-" then she broke down sobbing. Brooklyn must have been scared at the thought of her mother crying, because all her fluster and fickle gestures immediately stopped. Santana, on the other hand, panicked and instantly wrapped her arms around the blonde.

"There, there, don't cry."

"I did not raise her right," Brittany bawled.

"No, no…come on," Santana looked worriedly at Brooklyn, who sat horrified at the scene. Then she whispered to herself.

"Me made Mom cry," she said. The little child's lower lip trembled.

"Brooklyn, it's not your fault," Santana said from her post at Brittany's side. "Come here, let's give Mom a hug," she said worriedly.

Thankfully, Brooklyn obliged immediately and scooted underneath Brittany's touch. She looked up to her crying Mom and whimpered. "I'm sorry Mom."

"It's okay, baby. Just…don't do it, again," her Mom sniffed. "Say sorry to Mama, too."

"Sorry, Mama."

"It's alright, Brook," Santana temporarily let go of her hold on her girlfriend and looked smiled at Brooklyn, She stroked the toddler's hair and kissed her forehead. "You won't do that again, okay?"

Brooklyn nodded.

"Good, let's eat that hotdog so we can eat that cotton candy after," Santana kissed her stepdaughter's left cheek. "That okay?"

Brooklyn smiled. "Si, Mama."