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Brittany woke up to a pitch-black room. Why was she awake while it wasn't light out yet? She turned and immediately noticed something was missing. Or rather someone. She didn't need eyesight to establish that her girlfriend wasn't lying next to her hogging all the blankets like she always did.

Where was Santana? Brittany clumsily turned on the lamp on her nightstand. Blinkingly she adjusted to the light, and looked around. Their bedroom door was ajar. Reaching for a hoodie to pull over her oversized sleep shirt, she got up and went to look for Santana.

She didn't have to look far. Santana was in the bathroom chewing on her nails while nervously staring straight ahead of her. What the hell was going on?

"Hey babe, whatcha doin?" Brittany asked, hoping the casual approach would be the right one. Suddenly she gasped, was that what she thought it was, sitting next to the sink? "Did you take a test already, San?" She asked, confused.

The doctor had explicitly told them to wait a fortnight before taking a pregnancy test, and they were only twelve days in. "It's too early, babe, it's probably gonna be negative even if you are…" She left the p-word unsaid, knowing how on edge Santana was these days.

This was their second attempt at trying to get pregnant, and if the wait had been terrible the first time around, it was much worse this time. The disappointment of the first round had replaced optimism with tension. Brittany didn't know what they were going to do if it didn't work this time either. She knew many women needed a lot more tries, but Santana didn't do rejection very well. And yes, she saw not getting pregnant as a personal rejection by a potential baby.

Brittany knew proposing that she'd give it try wouldn't work, because once Santana had made up her mind about something it would take a lot – Brittany didn't really know what, because as far as she knew it had never really happened – for her to change her mind. Her stubbornness had landed Santana in many a sticky situation, but she always stood her ground.

And this time she had decided to bring a baby into the world, and Brittany knew that some way they would make it happen. Only she didn't know what it would do to Santana's psyche if it took much longer than this.

"I know, Britt," Santana finally spoke, "but I just couldn't wait any longer. The stress is killing me." Brittany could attest to that. Santana had barely slept or ate since they had returned from the doctor's. That probably wouldn't help their situation, but she didn't really say much about it, for it wasn't for lack of trying on Santana's part. She just couldn't help it.

"You never know, maybe it'll work," Santana's voice sounded super small and it broke Brittany's heart. "Yeah, San, but don't worry if it's negative all right? That doesn't mean you're not pregnant, just that it's too early to tell."

"I know that," Santana snapped, and Brittany sighed. Why did Santana take this test now? Nothing good could come out of it…

"How long till we can look?" She asked, trying to keep the mood positive. "Thirty seconds," Santana said, glancing at her phone. After what felt like an eternity, Santana stepped forward to grab the test. She looked at it while Brittany couldn't help but hold her breath.

"What's it say, San?" she asked after a couple of seconds, unable to take Santana's silence any longer. Santana turned to her with a frown on her face, "I'm not sure," she said, " a pink line is supposed to show up if you're pregnant, and I think I see something, but I'm not sure. Maybe it's just my imagination," she said, shoulders sagging.

"Let me look at it, honey," Brittany said. Santana handed over the test and looked at Brittany with her big brown eyes full of trust and a dash of hope. Brittany lifted the test close to her eyes and squinted. "I'm not sure either. It could be line, but I can't tell for sure."

"What do you think that means?" Santana asked, trying hard not to sound too excited. "That it's too early to tell, San" Brittany said softly.

Santana sighed, "I know, I know, but it might be good news, right? Maybe the line will be clearer in another two days?"

"I hope so too, babe," Brittany said, wrapping her arm around Santana. "Come on, let's go back to bed. The more you sleep, the faster time will go by."

They got settled back in, Santana resting head on Brittany's chest who wrapped her arm around her girlfriend's back and softly kissed the top of her head. "Two more days and then we'll know," she tried to assure her.


To Brittany's surprise, Santana fell straight asleep and didn't wake again until morning. Apparently she was now hopeful enough to relax just a little bit.

When she came home that night, Santana was stressed out as ever, however. They got through a tense dinner during which Santana barely responded to anything she said and idly played with her food.

Brittany was happy when they could go to bed, even though she knew Santana would most likely be awake for most of the night. "Tomorrow we'll know," she whispered in the dark, before closing her eyes. Santana didn't respond and Brittany knew that tomorrow couldn't come soon enough, although she dreaded a negative test result more than ever.


The following morning, Santana woke her up at five A.M. "Come on, Britt, it's time!" She said, sounding both happy and extremely nervous. They made their way to the bathroom, and Brittany grabbed Santana a test from one of the cabinets. They had somehow accumulated a whole stack of them.

After Santana peed, the anxious waiting began. Brittany once again put her arm around Santana and hummed a song into her ear trying to calm both of them down a little bit.

Finally Santana said, "it's time. You look, I can't do it." Brittany grabbed the test, trying to formulate words to tell Santana it was negative.

But when she looked at it, all those thoughts disappeared. She was staring at a clear, firm pink line, visible to anyone who wasn't blind.

Still holding the test, she grabbed Santana around the waist, lifted her up and twirled her around. "There's a line!" she exclaimed loudly, feeling a happiness she had never experienced before coursing through her veins. They were going to be parents.

When she had put Santana down, she kept hugging her, still buzzing with adrenaline. It took her a while to notice Santana wasn't saying anything, but suddenly worried, she pulled apart. "San? Say something!" she said, trying to get Santana to look at her. When their eyes met, Brittany saw that Santana was crying.

"Hey, why are you crying?" She asked, rubbing her back soothingly. "I'm just so happy," Santana choked out. "I know, me too, we're going to mommies!" Brittany replied, but although she could tell by Santana's eyes that she was overjoyed, the tears kept coming, and Brittany knew the wait had finally taken its toll on Santana.

"Come on, let's get you back to bed," she said, picking Santana up bridal style and carrying her straight into their bedroom. After carefully tucking Santana in, she called the brunette's school and her studio and let them know they wouldn't be coming in that day.

After catching up on some much-needed sleep, they needed some time to properly celebrate this milestone.