Sorry this took longer than the others to update. Hopefully you can all forgive me and just enjoy the chapter.
"Surprise!"
"Fuck." Santana and Brittany had come home from lunch with Carole to find their house covered in balloons and streamers.
"Happy pregnancy and anniversary party." Quinn told them kissing Brittany on the cheek.
"Who's idea was this?" Santana groaned. She loved parties just not her parties.
"I just suggested it then Rachel took control."
"Of course." Santana rolled her eyes,
"Where is the midget anyway?"
"In the kitchen, cooking." Quinn told her taking a scared glance at the door, "Anyway you better go talk to everyone they want to congratulate you guys."
"Do we have to?" But before Quinn could respond Brittany had grabbed the Latina's hand and pulled her over to the closest group of people. Conveniently it was a group of their old teachers and Sam and his career.
"So he can't walk or talk?" Mr Shue was asking.
"No he is practically incapable of doing anything himself." The career said, her voice didn't show a drop of emotion. Actually she sounded bored.
"Hi guys." Brittany interrupted.
"Hey Brittany congratulations honey." Mr Shue gave her a hug.
"Yes congratulations." Mrs Shuester added. Sam grunted.
"He says congratulations as well." The career informed Brittany.
"Hey Blondie, Sandbags." Santana turned around to see their old cheerleading coach Sue Sylvester, she was eating some of the chips that had been put out, "Food sucks by the way." Santana rolled her eyes.
"We didn't organize it Coach." She said, not in the mood to talk to her old coach.
"I know. Q was never the best cook I'll admit." She told them finishing of the chips.
"Uhh she brou-Never mind." Santana shook her head, it was pointless to even attempt explaining it.
"So which one of you is knocked up?" Coach Sylvester asked grabbing some more chips.
"I am!" Brittany chirped in. Sue shook her head.
"I don't see why you'd want to do it Brittany. It'll ruin your dancer's body and it's painful. Boobs McGee would've done a better job anyway. Her boobs could produce enough milk to feed a small nation." Brittany looked confused.
"Come on Bee we've got to go see some of our other guest." Santana decided it was best to leave before her coach could say another word.
Eventually most of the guests headed off and it was just The Puckermans, Karofskys and Mike left.
"You guys really shouldn't have." Santana told them for the thousandth time.
"Well you have been married for five years to this very day and you're expecting your first kid. Big things are happening in your life and it's time you let loose for a bit and celebrated. I wish someone had given is a party." Rachel told them, her voice getting a bit sulky at the end.
"It was good to catch up with everyone though." Quinn told them.
"Except Sylvester she was horrible." Santana took a sip of her beer.
"What did you really expect from her?" Puck asked.
"Who knows?" Santana shrugged. They group was silent for a bit most people used the opportunity to take a drink.
"It was nice to see Sam." Mike said after the silence went for a bit too long.
"I personally found it a bit weird. I mean all he does is well grunt." Rachel told them, her nose scrunching up as if someone had farted.
"You got a problem with Sam?" Santana asked standing up.
"No. I just find it very sad, with what's become of him."
"You mean he's a retard?" Mike asked joining Santana.
"You guys I believe you've misunderstood me. I'm just saying it is a terrible thing what's happened to him because he had so much potential. His poor little brother and sister they must get teased dreadfully." Santana glared at her for a minute
"That's it." She growled under her breath.
"San, no!" She heard Brittany shout but before she could make a move Puck was in front of her.
"Remember the agreement we made?" At Puck's buck's night he had made Santana swear to be nice to Rachel, of course he had decided to do it once she was smashed so of course she agreed.
Santana grunted and sat down.
"Well we should get going. It's already hard enough to get the kids up for church without them having a late night." Quinn said getting up.
"Us too. I don't like the kids to get out of schedule and they're usually in bed by 7." Rachel told them, glancing at the clock.
"I guess I should go as well?" Mike asked looking expectantly at Santana. She shrugged.
"If you want to." We might drop by tomorrow anyway, first ultrasound." She beamed and looked around at Brittany who had apparently fallen asleep on the couch.
"I'll go, see you guys tomorrow." He bent down and gave Brittany a kiss on the cheek before standing up to hug Santana, then he followed the others out into the dark night.
Once she had woken Brittany and got her to go to bed, Santana got out the last of the alcohol and began to drink.
She had a terrible dream that the baby had been there on the plane and it had died.
She woke up on the couch.
"- then she's going to put this cold gel on your tummy, but it's alright because that's how we see the baby." Santana was finishing explaining to Brittany what would happen at the check up as they walked into the doctor's office.
"So how have you two been?" The doctor asked as they sat down, "Had any signs of morning sickness or anything?" Brittany looked out Santana.
"Yes it started about two weeks ago." Santana told her, then added "She's taken three tests and they've all come positive." The doctor laughed.
"That's good. Have you had a blood test yet? Just to be extra sure and make sure everything's going okay." Santana stared at the doctor. She didn't know that there was a blood test.
"Blood test?" She asked.
"Yes, a blood test." The doctor repeated, "Is there a problem with that?" A look of concern crossed over her face.
"It's just Brittany doesn't really like needles." Santana was hoping Brittany wouldn't notice, but she did.
Santana waited for her girlfriend to protest but she didn't.
"It's alright San." She told her in a quiet voice. Santana looked from Brittany to the doctor.
"It's necessary." She told Santana as she got the equipment out.
After a few more tests and lots of questions and information, the doctor told them they could leave.
"What about the ultrasound?" Santana asked as they got up.
"We usually don't do them until twelve weeks but if you'd like one we can." Santana looked at Brittany who nodded.
"that would be great thanks." The doctor nodded.
"Right through there." She said walking over to another door. Santana walked inside, the room liked like the ones on TV. "Just lie on your back while I get the machine ready." She instructed Brittany.
"That's cold." Brittany giggled as the gel was put on her stomach.
"Yes it usually is." The doctor smiled as she rubbed the gel around. "That is your baby." She told them, pointing to a tiny spec on the screen. Brittany squinted.
"All I can see is a dot." Brittany told them as she squinted at the screen.
"That dot is our baby." Santana told her breathlessly.
"Oh." Brittany sounded slightly disappointed.
"Just tell me as soon as you're ready to go." The doctor told them.
"Oh um now is fine." Santana said suddenly realizing a tear was falling down her cheek.
"Alright." The doctor handed Brittany a paper towel and turned off the screen.
"So you're next appointment will be in about 12 weeks. Want it to be the same day and time or different?"
"The same is good." Santana told her.
"Bee, can I ask you something?" Santana asked her wife as they got in the car.
"Yeah sure."
"You didn't seem happy during the ultrasound. Is something wrong?" Brittany looked at the Latina as if she was on fire and eating puppy dogs.
"Our baby is a dot Santana! It's like a tadpole how are we going to tell everyone?" Brittany looked like she was on the verge of tears but Santana couldn't help but laugh.
"Brittany that's how all babies start off, after a few months Tadpole will start to look more like a person, I promise." Santana told her after finally reducing her laughs to a small giggle.
"Well you should've told me. I thought something was seriously wrong." Brittany's pout was so adorable that Santana instantly felt guilty.
"Why don't we go get some Chocolate Sundays? My treat." She told her turning off to go down the main street instead of back to their house.
"With M'n'Ms?" Brittany asked instantly smiling.
"Sure, with M'n'Ms." Santana smiled.
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