It's been two months since Brenna's made the decision to trust some strangers to take care of her precious cargo she carries. Actually, they're not strangers anymore. At least that's what Brenna would like to think. She's made sure to meet with Brittany or Santana as often as possible. Though it's mainly Brittany she meets up with and never just Santana. During one meeting, Brenna went out on a limb and asked Brittany why her wife never came to the meet ups. Brittany seemed conflicted to answer at first, and then she shrugged and told Brenna "Why don't you ask her yourself?"
Truthfully it was a brilliant idea and Brenna didn't know why she didn't do that ages ago.
Okay, so maybe going to her job during her lunch break was a bit of a stretch, but Brittany had told her how to get to Santana's office building saying "Just in case you want to see her."
Psh, just in case. Brittany had set Brenna up. Was Brenna enough of a fool to fall into the trap?
Yes, yes she was.
Brittany had concerns in relations to Brenna's worry that Santana didn't like her or want to be around her. Instead of telling Brenna why Santana wasn't around much, it seemed best for Brenna to hear it for herself.
The young girl had her theories for why Santana didn't want to be around her. Well, it was only one theory. Santana felt weird around Brenna because she didn't like her or her family. That had to be the reason. It was a bit of a stretch, but that's the only thing Brenna could think of.
Why had Brittany given Brenna the address to Santana's job? Was she not concerned that Brenna would exploit her fame? No, she wasn't. Brenna was going to do that she would have done it at the dinner they had. Brenna actually refused to think about how rich the Pierce-Lopez' were. It wouldn't do any good. Thinking about their riches would only remind her that A) she couldn't provide for her baby like they could and B) how is she not famous already?
Why was she standing outside the building? She needed to move before people thought something was wrong with her. She walked in and wrinkled her nose.
So many suits and well-dressed people. She looked down at her attire and nodded proudly at her choice of wardrobe. The outfit wasn't runway status, but it was well put together. Brenna had chosen a dress for two reasons: she has nice legs and her baby bump was growing. Tight shirts made her feel constricted. Brenna ignored the curious looks she got from various people and went straight for the elevator. She wasn't stopped by anyone. Brittany had told her she wouldn't, but Brenna expected it. She stuck out like a sore thumb despite her great outfit.
Terrible security, Brenna thought, rolling her eyes as she pressed the button for Santana's level.
Is it hot in here?
Brenna's palms were starting to sweat. She wiped them across her dress and praised herself for choosing a dark color. She was pleasantly surprised that she was the only one on the elevator. It made freaking out and calming down easier.
She was sweating a bit, her fingers tapped against her thigh as she bounced up and down on her toes. That's not calming down. That's freaking out.
Brenna took a deep breath and slowly stopped all movement. There was a sense of loss when she wasn't moving. She shook her head before she started doing it again. The elevator dinged, signaling that she had arrived at Santana's lair.
It was busy and it made Brenna nervous. People were moving around, talking, eating, running, tipping. She giggled when a guy in a awesome suit tripped over his own feet.
Seeing that made her feel better. Laugh at someone else's' pain, you weirdo.
Brenna internally rolled her eyes and moved towards the receptionist desk. The woman didn't even know she was there until Brenna cleared her throat. Or she at least tried to. She was pretty sure it sounded like a whale singing.
The receptionist smiled brightly at her. "Oh hi! I'm so sorry! I'm Tina, welcome to Snixx entertainment. How can I help you?"
"I'm looking for Santana Pierce-Lopez." Brenna said. She hoped she didn't have to say anymore because she didn't know what to say if Tina asked who she was to Santana. That wasn't something the three of them discussed and Brenna would be sure to bring it up.
Somehow Tina could read minds.
"Brenna Collins, right?" Tina asked.
Brenna nodded with a small smile.
Tina smiled back, widely and directed her attention to a girl walking by with really long hair.
"Marley, could you show Brenna where Santana's office is?" Tina asked the girl. It sounded like Tina was asking, but by the way Marley responded, immediately saying yes, it was clear Tina was telling her to do so. Marley must be an intern.
Marley nodded and ushered Brenna to follow her. The girl tried to make small talk with Brenna. She managed to survive it and engage. She was thanking God when they finally came to double doors with a name Santana Lopez, in big, black, bold letters.
"Just knock." Marley said meekly and scurried off to do whatever.
Brenna wasted no time in knocking. She didn't want to give herself a chance to dip and leave.
Why had it been so easy to ask Brittany? Why was it so hard to confront Santana herself? Brenna's confronted a lot of people and she never had this problem.
It's probably because she slightly scares you?
Nope. Not it.
"Come in!"
Brenna blinked, as if to clear her head. She opened the door and peeked inside with a smile on her face.
"Hi, Santana." Brenna greeted meekly, but warmly.
Santana Pierce-Lopez sat behind her desk with her hair pulled back, a pen in her hand and a warm smile gracing her features.
So far so good.
"Hey, Brenna, come in."
Brenna did, but because she wasn't exactly normal she stood by the closed door.
Santana chuckled and dropped her pen. "Have a seat." She stood up and went over to the long black leather couch to sit down.
Brenna sat down not too close to her or too far. Brenna hopped she didn't look uncomfortable, because she wasn't. She was just nervous. Santana office was so nice and she didn't want to mess anything up by just moving one inch.
"You have a very nice office." Brenna complimented after a quick scan around the room.
Santana smiled sweetly. "Thank you." she said, coolly. "But I don't believe you're here to talk about my office décor."
Brenna blinked. She's found another no bullshit companion. There's only a few being Kitty and Karen, but that's about it. Sometimes Brittany too. She didn't understand the use of hinting around to what you want to say. Just say if you don't want to be married to your wife of ten years. Brenna gave kudos to Kim Kardashian for breaking if off with that one dude before it go to late in things got complicated.
Isn't she talking to Santana?
"No, I didn't, but I suppose that can be delayed as can you're lack of security." Brenna said with a dismissive shrug.
Santana smirked. 'they can. I'd love to hear all about that." she shifted in her seat, getting comfortable.
No need to get comfortable when I'll just make you uncomfortable.
"What's up?"
She was talking causally, when made Brenna breath better.
"Do you fell weird being around me?"
Awesome Brenna. Way to use your big girl words.
Santana didn't look taken aback. She really understanding as she merely smiled softly.
"Honestly?" She started, "A bit, but it's probably not why you think." Santana assured.
Brenna wasn't feeling any better. She hates me.
Oh god, Stop it Brenna.
She didn't say anything so Santana took it as a cue to continue on.
"I feel as though you getting closer to Brittany and I would make it harder to…"
"Let you two adopt the baby?" Brenna finished, suddenly realizing.
Santana pursed her lips. "Yeah. I'm having a conflict with myself with deciding if it's healthy for me, as well for Brittany. Of course, Brittany can do whatever she wants, but I would need to be there for her if you change your mind."
"I would never change my mind!" Brenna said too quickly and too loudly. She bit her lips and took a deep breath before she started rambling. "I'm not going to change my mind." She repeated at a normal tone. "I've already made up my mind. You and Brittany are the parents. I'm just the vessel." She looked Santana in the eye, which normally it would make her uncomfortable but she needed to know that she was serious about this. She didn't want them to back out if they felt she was not 100 percent sure. "This baby is yours. I would not be surprised if it came out with the latest iPhone and a briefcase."
Santana snorted.
"I'm serious." Brenna said deadpan.
"And I don't use a briefcase."
Brenna rolled her eyes, but smiled.
"I know you're serious. Well, now I know." Santana told her. "I'm sorry. I've must have made you worry. You must have been a wreck, thinking that I didn't want the baby."
Brenna shook her head "Nope." Yes. "I wasn't. Just a little concerned." She shrugged like it wasn't a big deal.
It was a huge deal.
Santana smiled, seeing through the young girl's façade. "Okay, well if everything is fine, are you hungry?"
"Always." Brenna responded immediately.
Santana chuckled and stood up to retrieve her purse. "I'm meeting Brittany at Breadstix. Do you want to tag along so you can tell me how bad my security is?"
Brenna beamed, nodding before firing off all the things that could happen if the security stayed the way it was.
***Brenna'sGift***
"It's going to fall, Britt."
"No, it's not."
"Yes, it is. It's leaning over. Let me-"
Slap.
"No, don't touch it, Saaan."
Santana groaned and stood back to watch Brittany fix the various sheets and blankets over their furniture. She crossed her arms over her chest and waited for her ever so energetic wife to finish a task she couldn't do. Apparently building a fort is for expert builders and not for amateurs. Brittany exact words. Santana had scoffed and attempted to give advice and merely fix a piece of furniture which earned her a playful slap on the thigh. Now, Santana settled for sitting back and watching her wife fix it all by herself.
Brittany stepped back to look at her masterpiece. She examined it for a moment then nodded.
"It's still gonna fall." Santana muttered.
Brittany pouted then looked from the fort to Santana with pleading eyes. "Saaaaaan…"
Santana shook her head. "Nope. I will not help. You were being mean and rude." She turned the other way so her back was facing Brittany's pouting face. She was only teasing but she resisted to giving in so soon to Brittany.
"San, baby, sweetheart, darling." Brittany tried to butter her up, but it only made Santana chuckle at how cute her apologetic voice was.
"Yes?" Santana said, sparing a stern look over her shoulder after she composed herself.
She caught sight of Brittany heartbroken face, but Santana knew better. Brittany's taken acting classes and she can perfect the sad, broken face. Santana was going to resist and just stand firm and-
Brittany's lip started to quiver.
Oh shit. What'd I do?!
Santana turned back around and stood up on her toes to look up at Brittany's eyes, setting her hands on Brittany's shoulder to remain balanced. "Britt?"
Brittany had closed her eyes so Santana could see the glint of fun in her eyes. Brittany decided to open her eyes to end the game before someone's feelings got hurt. She rolled her eyes and looked at Santana deadpan. "Santana, you take things way to seriously." She took her wife in her arms as if nothing happened.
Santana stood with her mouth agape at being tricked. She knew she was being tricked and she fell for it. Instead of being mad she held Brittany tighter because having Brittany so close to her always distracted her and this time wasn't any different. She mentally started going through how much time she had before their god daughters came over. Santana glanced at the clock and determined that an hour was enough time.
Brittany had been talking about god knows what, when Santana leaned into Brittany's neck to place hot feverish kisses on her warm skin.
Brittany stopped mid-sentence. "San, what are you doing?" she asked, amused.
Santana slid one hand underneath Brittany's shirt before answering. "Trying to get my mack on." She said as if it were obvious, which it was.
Brittany giggled and cupped Santana's chin to pull those full lips to her own. Brittany took no time in ridding her wife of her clothes. She did the same to herself before she lifted her wife and carrying her to the only couch that wasn't covered in sheets. Brittany slowed her movements as she made love to her wife, marveling in the way she shook as Santana hit her climax. Brittany could never get tired of seeing that or knowing that she was able to do that. After 10 years, they were still mad for each other.
They two stayed that way before getting up hurriedly to take a shower, knowing full well Quinn would say something about knowing what they were doing. They finished in record time. There was a knock on the door when the two walked out their room, clean and refreshed.
Brittany opened the door while Santana sneakily fixed the fort. Brittany wouldn't notice.
The door opened and an energized seven year old with blonde hair came running in past Brittany to Santana after a quick and loud "Hi, Auntie Brittany!"
Santana caught the girl in mid jump and twirled her around.
"Auntie San!" the girl squealed.
"Lizzie!" Santana mimicked the girl's voice. "I haven't seen you in forever!" she kissed her god daughter on the cheek and positioned the girl on her hip.
"I know! I've been busy." Lizzie said with a grin.
She glanced at Lizzie's parents, Rachel and Quinn, who were now inside. Quinn had Stevie in her arms and Rachel with two bags.
"Hey guys." Santana said to them.
"Hey, Santana. Lizzie's telling you how busy she is?" Quinn said with a smirk.
"She was about to." Santana winked.
Rachel walked over to Santana to give her a hug. "Hi, San." She said warmly. "Where can I put these?" she asked pointed to the bags in her hands.
"You can throw them in room next to ours."
Rachel nodded and went on her way. Santana looked back at Lizzie and grinned. "You ready to have a fun night?" she asked.
Lizzie grinned, enthusiastically.
Santana sat the girl down so she could Freak out about the fort that wasn't tipping over while she simultaneously told Santana about how busy she was. Santana got only a few bit of it, but what she got kind of made sense. Something about dance classes with Brittany at this one dance studio after school. Santana nodded along as she went on. Lizzie eventually stopped talking to Santana and went in to investigate the inside of the fort.
"Are you sure you want Stevie to stay? We can take her if you don't feel comfortable." Quinn asked, biting her lip and looking at Stevie in Brittany's arms.
A image of a their own baby in Brittany's arms flashed across Santana's mind and she had to contain her huge grin so no one would notice.
"Quinn, it's fine. We are fine. We love Stevie and honestly she could break anything in this house and we would love her no less." Brittany assured their friend.
Quinn pursed her lips, not liking that Stevie would end up breaking something. She was about to insist that they take Stevie when Rachel came back to put a arm around Quinn's waist.
"She'll be fine, honey." Rachel kissed her temple and called over her other daughter to say goodbye. She hugged and kissed both cheeks of Lizzies before moving over to Stevie. "Be good" she said to both, but only one would listen.
Quinn sighed and kissed her girls before saying goodbye. "Okay, don't break anything and have fun, girls." she turned her attention to her friends. "If you need use please call. Don't worry about interrupting or anything."
Brittany and Santana nodded to calm Quinn's worrying. Rachel and Quinn left leaving their babies with their god mothers.
Lizzie had ventured out of the fort to ramble some more and Stevie was babbling.
They were going to have an awesome time tonight.
