a/n: Hey everyone! Thanks for all of the great reviews that are continuing to pour in. Sorry it took me so long to write this chapter, I was lacking any inspiration, but I found some! :) Your reviews are so awesome and I love reading them :) This story is moving a little bit slow right now, but that is because I am laying down some foundation for the rest of the story to build off of, so those of you who love Brittana, but don't necessarily watch Glee, will feel as into the story as those of you who watch the show.
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"After you." Santana opened the door of their home for her beautiful blonde wife to walk through.
"Oh, why thank you." Brittany faked a little bit of fanciness. When she and Santana had first moved in together, they would always pretend to be fancy. They would have tea and little sandwiches, which is what Brittany classified as fancy.
She walked into their bedroom, coming out a minute later wearing sweatpants and a loose pajama shirt. She stopped in her tracks when she saw Santana putting her shoes on.
"I thought we were going to just relax for the day. We don't have to pick Lily up until 3:30." the blonde crossed her arms and looked at the Latina with furrowed brows.
Santana walked over to Brittany who didn't remove her perfect blue eyes from the brunette's beautiful brown ones. When they were only inches apart, Santana used one arm to pull the blonde closer and slowly raised the other up to tuck a stray lock of hair behind Brittany's ear.
The blonde tilted her head into the hand that was now cupping her cheek sweetly. She closed her eyes as Santana leaned her forehead up against the blondes.
The moment was interrupted by Santana's soft laughter.
Brittany looked up at her wife with confusion. "What's so funny?"
"I thought you would have wanted me to go out and get a movie and some bagels." Santana responded. She tilted her head and watched Brittany walk over to the couch and sit down.
There were a few seconds of silence before Brittany responded, "I don't want a bagel."
Santana smiled at her wife. She was so cute, so sweet, and so… Brittany. "Ok. We don't have to get bagels then."
"But," the blonde paused again, "a movie would be nice."
"Great! I'll run out, and grab one really fast." Santana walked up behind the couch, leaned down and kissed her wife on the top of the head.
"Get a good one!" Brittany shouted just as Santana was shutting the front door. She stopped, gave Brittany a loving smile, and continued on her way out the door.
Lily was playing on the playground at her school when something caught her eye; a bird had landed on the branch of the small tree, only feet away from her.
"Hello there Birdy." She was the only one swinging on the swings, and loved the company of the bird.
All of the other kids seemed to know each other. It was probably because they all went to preschool together. She didn't go to preschool, because Mama (Santana) liked the idea of her staying home instead of going to a strange place just to play and take a nap.
"Where is your nest?" The little girl looked at the bird, not expecting an answer, but loving that she was cool enough to have a bird listen to her.
"Hi. I'm Shea."
Lily looked from the bird over to a boy who was standing in front of the swing set.
"Hi."
"What's your name?"
"Lily." She looked back for the bird only to see it flying away from her. She blamed Shea.
"I have a friend named Lily, but she doesn't live here." The little boy took the liberty of sitting on the swing next to Lily, but neither of them were swinging.
"Where does she live?" She was only being polite.
"California. That's where I lived, but now I don't."
"I can see that." She really was her Mama's daughter.
The little boy's attention was caught by the teacher blowing the whistle, saying that it was time to come in.
"Come on. Let's go." Shea jumped down from the swing and motions for Lily to follow him. When she gets next to him, he grabbed her arm and pulled her forward. She couldn't help but laugh, she liked having a friend. Even if he did make the bird fly away.
Santana opened the front door and set her keys in the colorful jar on the counter. Over the summer, Brittany and Lily had taken an interest in pottery. Santana hated it, but she was glad that the two of them were taking a class together.
"Ok Britt, I got two because I didn't know which you wanted." She walked into the living room only to see Brittany fast asleep on the couch.
"Ohhh... I see. It's ok for you to fall asleep, but not ok for me to get a bagel?" Santana walked into the kitchen to make the popcorn she bought. She had a smile on her face, the smile that was specifically reserved for Brittany. And her sweet little bug; Lily.
She put the popcorn in the microwave to cook, and walked into the bedroom to put on her sweats and her hair up in a messy bun.
While Santana was in the room, Brittany woke up to the smell of popcorn. The smell was familiar, believe it or not.
In high school, she and Santana had a date night every Friday. Nothing would take it's place. And Brittany loved that. "Santana time" was always Brittany's favorite, even now that they had Lily.
"Hey." Santana walked out from the hallway where all of the bedrooms were.
"You bought popcorn?" The blonde sat up so that she could see Santana while she walked into the kitchen.
"We couldn't have a movie day without popcorn." She walked over the the couch and set the popcorn down on the coffee table so that she could grab a blanket from the basket next to the TV.
"Right you are!" Brittany responded. She leaned forward as grabbed the popcorn from the table.
"So, I got two movies. Do you want to watch "Bridesmaids" or "Chasing Mavericks"? This one," she held up Chasing Mavericks, "got really good reviews."
"Ok then. We will trust what the people say." Santana put the movie into the player and walked over to the couch where Brittany was sitting. She cleared her throat and the blonde lifted her legs so that Santana could sit beneath them.
After a few minutes of watching the movie, Brittany sat up, spun around and layed back on Santana. Her head sinking into the pillow on her wife's lap.
The Latina smiled.
"Can I ask you something San?"
Santana looked down at Brittany. "Of course Britt. What's up?"
"Are you happy?" This caught Santana by surprise. She shifted herself a little so that Brittany sat up and faced her.
"What are you talking about? Of course I'm happy."
"I have just been thinking. Things aren't as fun as they used to be."
Santana replies, "like in high school?", without missing a beat "Britt, you're right, it was fun in high school."
She knew it...
The brunette continued. "BUT this is better."
Or maybe she didn't...
"This is SOOO much better Britt! Can't you see? Look at this house." She puts her hands in the air. "We decorated this house together. You remeember that?"
The blonde gives a sweet smile. "Yeah."
"And, we got married! I'm not even gonna ask you if you remember that, because I KNOW that was the best day of your life." Santana threw a little joke in there. Brittany had to know she was happy, because for once, she was.
"And the best of them all, we have a beautiful little daughter." Santana was absolutely right, Lily was beautiful. "Who has your perfect eyes."
"And your gorgeous hair" They both laughed.
"But really, Britt. Bottom line, I'm happy. In happier than ever before. There is no way I could be happier, I mean.."
She was interrupted by a kiss. A sweet kiss, yet a passionate one.
Brittany smiled into the kiss. Santana would never tell her wife, but that was the one thing she missed about high school. The kisses that contained a smile. It was good to see that it was still a thing.
Then Brittany returned to her position, laying on the pillow on Santana's lap eating popcorn.
"Hey San."
"Yeah, Britt?"
"I think I love you. A lot."
A smile overcame Santana's face, Brittany was the one who taught Santana how to do that. Smile because of extreme love and tenderness.
"I love you too, Britt. Tons."
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