Month 4:
Brittany starts to show a lot earlier than Santana expected and she thinks it's because she's so tiny. Of course, this becomes a problem because Santana feels this intense desire to touch Brittany's belly but she refuses to cross that boundary and make physical contact with her. It's enough that Brittany is living in her guest room, that they end up watching television together most nights and she knows a lot about Brittany. It's going to make things more difficult after Brittany has the baby, she's sure of it. What is she supposed to do, throw her out on the street the minute she gives her the biggest thing she wanted? But then what if she stays? How confusing will that be for Santana's baby? They have to have a conversation about this but Santana is just freaked out about the actual process of doing it.
One evening, Santana comes home from work and Brittany is sitting on the couch in a blue sequined top. She notices Brittany's little belly and the two things don't seem to sync up with each other. Immediately, Santana wonders who Brittany is going out with and she feels…maybe a little jealous? Not of Brittany going out with someone, obviously, but of the fact that she's not going to get to sit on the couch and sneak peeks at Brittany's belly while she rests a bowl of popcorn on it. As much as she'd felt weird about Brittany living with her when she showed up at the door, she really loves the fact that she gets to see every second of her growing this baby.
"Get ready." Brittany announces, pushing herself up from the couch. "We're going out."
"What?"
"You heard me. My friend Mike got us on the guest list for this new club that's opening up and I told you I was going to take you out and get you to stop being such a stick in the mud."
"We're not going to a club. You're pregnant and I have work in the morning."
"One, there's no law against pregnant people going to clubs. Two, just call in sick for once in your life and have some fun."
"This is—"
"Totally inappropriate, I know. Just go get dressed, and leave your skirts and jackets in the closet. Wear that sexy dress you wore on your date."
For some reason, Santana listens to Brittany and she goes into her bedroom and gets dressed. She even lets her hair down and curls it, figuring if she's going to go to a club, she might as well go all out. She hasn't been in one since college and she's still a little confused how pregnant Brittany is going to have any fun—or really, how she herself is going to have any fun, since she totally hates the idea of being sweaty around anyone besides the people at the gym—but she's going and when she comes back out into the living room, Brittany wolf whistles.
Santana just rolls her eyes and she watches Brittany get back up from the couch. They go down to the street and get a cab and Santana feels super jittery about the whole thing. Brittany is wearing a different perfume than she usually does and the scent is a little overwhelming for Santana. She wonders why she feels so weird but then they pull up in front of the club and Brittany jumps out of the cab screaming and hugging a tall Asian man. Santana just follows dumbfounded and waits to be introduced.
"Mike, this is Santana, the mother of the kid that's making me fat."
"Santana! Hey, thanks for letting Britt stay with you! If I wasn't currently living with my girlfriend and my parents, I would have totally let her stay with me."
"It's perfectly fine." Santana nods, sticking out her hand to shake Mikes when he surprises her and pulls her in for a hug.
"C'mon, Britt's having your baby, we're practically family."
Mike leads Brittany and Santana into the club and Brittany pushes her way up to the bar. While Santana is perusing the drink selections, Brittany nudges the guy blocking her view of the bartender and gets his attention.
"Three shots of tequila, please." She orders and Santana quickly shakes her head.
"Brittany, you can't drink!"
"Neither can Mike, he has to work. These are for you."
"There's no way I'm doing three shots of tequila."
"I've seen you pound back the wine, this is no sweat. You need to loosen up a little and have a good time tonight."
"You know what?" Santana grabs the first shot off the bar and downs it. "The hell with it, what do I have to lose?"
"Hell yeah!" Brittany pumps her fist.
She does the three shots in quick succession and almost immediately feels the alcohol go to her head. It's definitely looser than she's been in a long time and she finds herself out on the dance floor with some girl. Brittany gives her a thumbs up from where she stands talking to Mike and then suddenly, in some kind of blur, Brittany is on the dance floor too. But she's not just dancing like someone in a club, she's actually really amazing and even though she's with another girl, Santana can't help but stare at her.
Santana figures that it would be totally innocent if she went over to dance with Brittany, after all, they're sort of becoming friends and she presses herself up against Brittany, watching as she runs her hands through her long blonde hair. It's a weird sensation when she feels the swell of her baby bump against her own stomach and when Mike hands her another shot, she does it without thinking. She puts her arms around Brittany's neck and even though she can hear herself saying that it's totally inappropriate, she keeps dancing.
"You're a really amazing dancer!" Santana yells over the music.
"Thanks! I did it in high school!"
"Why'd you stop?"
"Can't make any money dancing unless you're a stripper!"
At the thought of Brittany as a stripper, Santana realizes that she has to walk away. She lets go of her neck and finds the girls she was dancing with earlier, focusing her full attention on her and accepting another shot. She's probably drunker than she's ever been but she thinks she probably forgot what it felt like to have fun and she's actually enjoying herself. The girl she's dancing with is really hot, but she feels a little weird about dancing with her when Brittany is watching.
"You ready to go?" Brittany shouts, tapping Santana on the shoulder. "Club's about to close!"
"Um…" Santana looks at the girl, who she realizes she has no idea what her name is. "Yeah, you're problaly…probably tired."
They say goodbye to Mike and Brittany finds them a cab. Santana can hardly stand up she's so drunk and she leans against Brittany before she opens the door. She slides in and rests her head against the window, feeling so much more nauseous than she expected. Tequila never really agreed with her but once she did that first shot, she couldn't stop doing them. Maybe she really is boring and consumed by work and in a few months, she'll be consumed by motherhood too, so this is sort a last hurrah for her, going back to her sorority days and drinking like a crazy person in the bar. She feels Brittany's eyes on her even though her own are closed and she pops them open, watching as Brittany quickly looks away.
"I'm glad you made me come out tonight." Santana murmurs, just as her stomach starts to roil and she has to open the window to throw up out of it.
"Hey lady! No puking in my cab!" The driver screams, pulling over. "Out!"
"Hey, c'mon." Brittany argues. "She didn't throw up in the cab, she made it fully out the window."
"And got it all over the side of my cab. Get out now, both of you."
Santana trips her way out of the cab and she leans back on Brittany as she tries to walk. She vaguely realizes that they're not that far from her apartment, but in her current state, it feels like it's fifty miles away. To make things worse, she feels her stomach rumbling again and she leans over the nearest garbage can, puking her guts up. When she tries to lift her head, she realizes that her hair is being held back and she feels Brittany's belly against her back.
"Oh God, I'm so embarrassed." Santana starts to cry, then throws up again. "This is so inappropriate."
"Stop worrying about things being inappropriate." Brittany laughs. "I just watched you puke, I think we're past that."
"But…" She hiccups. "We signed a contract. That's legally—"
"Speaking of legally, you should probably let me text your boss so you don't have to go in in like…three hours."
"Oh God, oh God, oh God."
"Santana, can I ask you something." Brittany lets down her hair and steps back, giving her room to breathe.
"Uh huh."
"Did you have fun tonight?"
"I had a lot of fun."
"Then my work is done."