Thanks for the response! I forgot to put the warning in the first one so: G!P Brittany. I just want to direct the one that said there's more G!P Britt than Santana to one of my other stories where Santana is the one with the G!P. It's a WIP but I'm working on a chapter as we speak. Okay, so tell me what you think?


It was a Friday afternoon and I lay on my bed with Santana next to me.

We were watching a movie but I wasn't really into it. I didn't think that Santana was either.

Our parents had asked us to be home around dinner time so that they could talk to us. It got me nervous because they had tried this before especially when Santana and I started experimenting with our different parts.

They were pretty close, they had actually introduced us when we were younger so that we could play. I never really had anyone to play with and Santana was one of the few who didn't mind that I was different.

"I wonder what they want," I said. Santana hummed but she sounded so tired that I looked at her and could see that she was actually not even watching the cartoons anymore. I rolled onto my side and watched her as she took deep, steady breaths.

She smiled.

"I can feel you watching me," she said. I grinned at her even though she never opened her eyes.

"I just can't help it."

She hummed again and opened her eyes. When she looked at me, I could see the love in her eyes and it felt so good that I leaned closer to see it better.

"What are you doing now?" she asked softly.

"I'm looking at your love," I told her as if it was the most normal thing in the world. She chuckled.

"Come closer and you can feel my love," she rasped.

That sounded kind of sexual and I couldn't stop from moving closer. When I was close enough she kissed me so slowly and so gently that I could feel my eyes burning.

It had been like this for years. Four years to be exact. We had been together for four years and ever since then, the kisses had been overruling sweet and gently. Sure, we had some pretty heated moments of hard and bruising kisses but most of the time we took our time and made sweet lady love.

As much as you could with a penis.

I was inter sex. I'd been born with mostly male parts though, but when I got a little older I didn't grow a beard, I grew breasts. They weren't big but Santana loved them nonetheless.

"Hmmm." I hummed into the kiss and when she pulled back and looked at me, she could see the tears in my eyes. I knew because she panicked.

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing, just...overwhelmed with your love," I said leaning forward with a smile and kissing her again. "Love you."

"I love you too," she muttered sweetly.

Usually I was one of the few who got to see Santana's softer side. It was amazing how sweet she could be and she protected me against everything the student body wanted to throw me. Which, considering my condition and practically everyone knowing about it, was a lot. She would make a biting remark about that person and she would be my hero.

She turned around, her back to me and scooted back until her back was spooned against my front.

"Go watch your cartoons...the 'rents will be here soon," she muttered.

Before I could say anything, she fell asleep and I smiled as I pressed a kiss on her hair before changing the channel and watching some cartoons.


I didn't know when it happened but somewhere in the middle of some cartoons I didn't really like, I fell asleep too. I had good dreams about Santana and school.

So when the door closed louder than normal, I startled awake and because I jerked my body, Santana woke up. She turned around until she was on her back and then looked at me, her eyes heavy with sleep.

"What's wrong?" she rasped, this time from sleep.

"I think they're here," I muttered sleepily.

"Britt? Santana?"

My mom's voice carried up the stairs and I rolled my eyes.

"Yep...they're here." Santana sighed and then sat up, rubbing the sleep out of her eyes. "You ready for whatever they are going to throw at us?" she asked.

I shrugged. "I don't think you can ever get ready for talks with both of our parents being here."

"Come on then," she stood and held out her hand for me to take.


We slowly made our way downstairs and I almost ran back up when I saw our parents sitting there, smiling and waiting for us.

"Hey girls," mom said. "Have a seat. You want anything to drink?" she asked us.

"No thanks," Santana said. I just shook my head, nerves wracking my stomach.

We sat down next to each other on the couch. Mr. and Mrs. Lopez sat on the other couch while my parents sat on kitchen chairs.

They had really thought this out and it made me even more nervous when I realized that.

"So what's happening?" I asked.

My mom looked at my dad who nodded. I cleared my throat. Why didn't I get something to drink?

"We've been talking about your relationship."

"Oh," Santana said looking down at her hands. "What about it?"

"We support you all the way through, Santana," Mrs. Lopez said. I smiled and some of the nerves fell off of me at her words.

"But we really want grand kids. And because we know it might take a while for Brittany to actually get you pregnant, Santana...we thought it might be a good idea for you to actually...start working on giving us some grand babies," Mr. Lopez said.

I could hear Santana's intake of breath but I didn't dare to move. This was a joke right? They couldn't be serious about us wanting to start a family?

"Um...what?" I said raising my eyebrows.

"Because of your condition it might take a while. And we just...really want grand kids."

"No offence...we want kids too right Britt?" Santana said, waiting for me to nod. "But why now? We're both still in school, we don't even have jobs and I want to go to college."

"That's where we come in. We all have...enough time on our hands and we would love to help you wherever you need it." Mrs. Lopez smiled at her daughter and I blinked as their words settled on me.

"So you want us to just...I mean you want me to just get Santana pregnant?"

"You'll have help, of course. Through the pregnancy and when the baby is born. We will pay rent for a nice apartment, and you don't have to worry about work if you feel like it's too much."

"Is there any way that we can think about this? Talk about this together without you um...being here?" Santana asked.

I was glad that she had the state of mind to actually ask it because I could hardly think. I mean, I wasn't against it because I loved kids and I would love it if Santana would carry my baby but I never thought that our parents would actually be so supportive and even offer – maybe expect us to want – to do this right now, helps us through it.

"Of course ladies...we just wanted to bring our...hopes under your attention. You've been together for a while and you really love each other...we all think that you are ready for this."

"When you've made your decision, you tell us and we can start looking for a place for you, okay?" Mr. Lopez said.

I nodded my head as Santana pulled me up and led me up to my room.


"So..."

I watched as Santana lay down on the bed on her side.

"So..." Santana patted on the bed in front of her and I sat down.

"What did you think?" I asked. My head was a mess of thoughts and I couldn't get one of them straight enough to actually know what I was thinking. But I could have Santana tell me. She looked kind of calm.

"I think it's...it sounds like a really..."

"What?" I asked when she trailed off. She shrugged and looked at me shyly.

"I kind of liked their idea Britt," Santana said. She pulled me next to her and smiled at me.

I lay on my side facing her. "Don't you think it's weird that they are suggesting this and even want to help us find something and pay for it?"

"You and I both know how hard it was for them to conceive. I kind of get it." She shrugged again and kissed me. "And I agree with them...I think we could pull this off with their help."

I looked down at her stomach, still flat now. It kind of turned me on thinking of her, pregnant with my child. I nodded my head.

"I'm gonna look for a job though. I don't want to have our parents pay everything. I'll pay something even if it's only food for a couple of days or something," I said.

She smiled so brightly that I knew I'd said the right thing.

"Yea, that might be a good idea. Show them that we want to try do to some on our own. I think they might even like that," she said. "It's kind of exciting isn't it?"

I grinned at her.

"So are we going to do this?" I asked even though I already knew the answer.

She looked at me a long time and then leaned forward and kissed me.

"Yes. I want you to get me pregnant..." The way she said it got me all hot and bothered and I knew that I could really enjoy making a baby with Santana. It seemed like she felt the same way so I jumped up and held out my hand.

"Okay. Let's go tell them!"


Even though I still couldn't really think straight we went back downstairs together to tell our parents.

I wanted them to see us as a front and when we walked downstairs, even though I felt nervous, I smiled my bright smile and sat down, quickly pulling Santana onto my lap.

"You've made your decision?" Mr. Lopez asked.

I pushed my forehead against Santana's back, feeling weird talking to our parents about this. I wonder how they felt when they suggested it.

"Yes," Santana said and I could feel it vibrating. I smiled.

"We will give you your grand kids on a couple conditions," I said.

"Oh?"

"I want to find a job and actually try and pay for some stuff too, you know?" I looked at mom and she smiled at me, proudly.

"That's perfect, baby," she said.

Santana pulled my hand forward and into hers and she cleared her throat.

"It's actually...we're pretty excited because no way is this offer going to be there later, when we are married and stuff," she said.

"Well...you know we'll always help you if you need it," Mrs. Lopez said, looking from Santana to her husband. "This is going to be different though. You're still young, you want to go to college and we can't expect you to drop everything just to give us grand babies."

"Nope. So Brittany's going to look for a job and I was kinda hoping that we could find a place together, without you breathing down our necks. All you have to do is set the limit."

"That's good enough," Mr. Lopez smiled.

My parents had been quiet and when I looked at them I could see the smiles on their faces.

"I don't really have to know how everything is going to be...with you paying for stuff for us...but I do want you to know that we are both going to do as much as we can to raise a good kid. We are not going to want you to raise it, okay? I really want you to understand because I know how you are mom," Santana said.

Mrs. Lopez gasped but then smiled, knowing that Santana was right.

"Same goes for you, mom," I said. She shook her head with a smile. "And I just want to say that it would be awesome if we were allowed some time alone from now on."

"Oh of course!" Mr. Lopez said, blushing.

"That's why we want you looking for your own place, and make it quick," mom said.

"Oh, and make it have three bedrooms so that you can have a second baby if you want. As long as you're still in school we will help you financially and with everything else. Babysitting, just taking them off your hands for a while..." dad said. It was the first time he had said anything and I smiled at him.

"Deal?"

Everyone looked around and nodded.

"Deal."