San quietly sobbed until she heard the sound of car tyre's pulling into her driveway. She knew it was just Quinn but it didn't stop her from rushing to the window to check for Brittany just in case.

Quinn walked through the front door and took a step back in surprise at the candy bar wrappers and milkshake cartons that littered her best friend's coffee table. Her eyes trailing to the Latina who resumed her seat on the sofa silently crying as she picked up a fresh box of cookies. Quinn edged slowly towards her "Santana put the cookies down and raise your hands slowly where I can see them."

Santana didn't see the humorous side and gestured for her friend to come sit down with her, "Oh San, what the hell happened? I brought some virgin beers, nachos and the hope of Rupaul re-runs?"

Santana edged closer towards her friend leaning on her shoulder for moral support as tears trailed down her cheek.

"I told her I hated her and I didn't mean it but she thought that I meant it and now she's never coming home and I'm going to be a single mom and I'll probably end up with a Valium addiction and I'll lose the house and my child will grow up wanting to be a pole dancer or something equally as degrading and it's all my fault because I told Brittany I hated her and now she's going to tattle on me to Bryan and he's going to fire me and they will have an affair and then social services will give them our ba-"

Quinn silenced her with hushes as the sobs calmed down into whimpers "Santana you are a suffering from a textbook case of PEMD. Psychotic Expectant Mother Disorder, now first and foremost Brittany is a lesbian and up until Bryan shaved his beard she thought he was Santa, so I think we can safely eradicate the possibility of her having an affair with your boss or you losing your job. Secondly when Rachel called me and told me what had happened all Brittany was concerned about was someone staying with you until you decided to let her come home – because god forbid anything should happen to the indestructible woman that is Santana Marina Lopez and last but by no means least you are allergic to benzodiazepines so you won't have a Valium addiction and subsequently you have medical insurance which covers any treatment and prescriptions so I highly doubt you would lose your home."

Santana stifled her sobs long enough to ask her best friend's advice "Do you think she'll come home?"

Quinn's heart broke a little too see her tough best friend look so small and vulnerable; she wondered whether it was personified because of how small she looked without Brittany by her side.

"I know she'll come home San, you're the love of her life you guys just needed a few hours to cool down. Which is why I came over because I thought you could use a Bro night - well correction, Rachel thought you could use a bro night and I just agreed but now I'm here let's crack open a couple of these root beer's and eat some of these nachos with your famous homemade topping and watch some RuPaul? I bet you're regretting to sticking to that stupid pact that you wouldn't drink until you can toast to the baby's safe birth now right?"

Santana rubbed circles over her belly as it rumbled at the idea of nachos "It's a Hispanic tradition not to drink until you toast to the safe arrival of your baby, plus Brittany can't drink either right now so it's only fair - you know? You can drink my root beer though, that shit's nasty."

An evil smile crept upon Quinn's face "I had a feeling you might say that so I didn't buy any root beer I just got some Budweiser, and no before you ask you can't have one, go drink your cranberry juice like you're supposed to."

Santana moved towards the open planned kitchen continuing to rub circles on her temples, muttering a long list of expletives under her breathe - the only ones audible to Quinn being "joder cabron."

Quinn laughed as the brunette took her anger out on chopping the jalapenos and tomatoes. Santana looked up with all the seriousness of a heart attack as she heard Quinn's sniggers "Shut the fuck up Quinnocence."

Quinn laughed even harder causing her beer to froth at her mouth giving her a rabid-esque look. Santana tried to keep her serious façade going but as soon as the beer suds started seeping from Quinn's nose she lost it and joined in the fit of laughter.

A few blocks away Rachel and Brittany lay splayed on the sofa in front of the television gently weeping as they sat amongst the endless snack wrappers "Why the fuck did we put Passengers on?" Brittany wept.

Rachel's voice quivered as she replied "I don't know I thought it was White Chicks but then Anne Hathaway appeared on the screen and it was just too late to go back, we were too far passed the point of no return. We just had to ride it out."

Brittany picked up her pet duck wiping her tears on his head much to the bird's displeasure "oh Jesus what if we are all dead?"

Rachel clambered off the couch to comfort her friend as she wept into her ducks wings "Hey now, come on Britt that's not going to happen I mean lets be real here. We four will outlive everything, even the cockroaches once the nuclear bombs have been dropped."

Brittany looked up, the jest of Rachel's comment going completely over the top of her head. "So far we've watched Sixth Sense, Passengers, Moulin Rouge - do you want watch Where The Wind Blows? That's about nuclear war and it's a tearjerker." Brittany suggested as Rachel's hollow eyes found her own.

"I really don't know how much more sadness I can take Britt."

A few episodes of Grey's Anatomy later, Rachel was ready for more heartbreak as they watched the nuclear war deterrent film.

Santana and Quinn found themselves having a genuinely good night full of laughter and best friend chit chat "Quinn there is no fucking way I'm getting off this sofa to make the guest bed so either were bunking together tonight or you can take the sofa, the choice is yours?" Quinn pondered her choices for a moment. The last time her and Santana had shared a bed it involved a fourteenth birthday party sleepover and Brittany was there too.

"Dude if Brittany catches wind that I slept in the same bed as her wife, she will kill me and then she will wait three and a half month's till you she gives birth, then kill you."

Santana shot her with the infamous 'Lopez' look. "Quinn don't flatter yourself, Britt knows I would never do anything like that besides remember the time her and Rachel threw our drunken snoring asses in bed with each other after we hit up Viper bar for Rachel's 25th? But suit yourself my friend the couch is all yours"

Quinn let out a defeated sigh "Okay you're right, but I don't want to wake up again to find you spooning me!"

"Bitch please, I thought you were Brittany! You forget that I woke up to you nudging me practically begging for it, what was it you said Quinn? 'Oh baby, I want you so bad.' - is that right?" Santana teased her best friend.

Quinn's mouth hung open "I thought you were Rachel! I had my back to you!" she shouted before lowering her voice. "Shut your filthy mouth before someone hears you and tells my wife and you get us both divorced! I'm going to the bathroom whilst you ponder that one amigo."

Santana broke into another fit of laughter at Quinn's response before feeling her phone vibrate.

Wifey Lopez [ICE1]

'Baby, me and Rachel had a movie night and it got me thinking about everything and I don't know what I would do if you died in a nuclear war and I just need to come home and let you know how much I love you - Rachel is coming too, tell Quinn to step away from Puck. Tell her Ronald Reagan said 'Just Say No.' or something like that.

I love you so much xxxxxxxxxxx'

Santana looked at her phone as her hand began to tremble, "Oh Fuck! Quinn! Mayday! Mayday! We have incoming! Deathcon 1, repeat Deathcon 1. Prepare to evacuate, I repeat prepare to evacuate the fuck outta' here"

Quinn came running from the bathroom into the hall, sliding on the laminate and nearly losing her footing as she tried to do up her jeans "Did you just say Deathcon 1! You mean they watched The Notebook?"

Santana placed her phone on the table, looking into Quinn's eyes as she clasped both her hands together.

"Quinn it's much worse than that - They must of gone on a tear-jerker film spree. This is why we put an end to their 'movie nights' remember? By the sounds of the text I just got, the situation is bad – if we don't make it out of this one alive just know that I love you. Your chance of making it out of this one is better than mine, I can't get up off the couch from my nacho food baby so my plan is to just hide here and hope they fall asleep in the front yard sobbing quietly. I suggest you jump the back fence and run until you're across the state line."

Quinn grabbed her coat and car keys, "A good soldier never leaves a man behind, come on let's get you out of here I brought my car, we will find somewhere to lay low for tonight."

She went to help the Latina to her feet before the sound of a plant pot falling over and a loud thud against the door followed by light sobs followed before a knock came at the door.

"Shit Quinn what do we do? We never practiced for this?"

Quinn looked at her solemnly "Santana, we prepared for this day. We need to let them in."

The darker skinned hand wrapping itself around Quinn's wrist, "This is a suicide mission!"

Worried blue eyes met Santana's own, "It's our only chance of making it out of this alive. I'm going to open the door."

Quinn carefully and slowly opened the door to be met with the worst sight of Brittany and Rachel's sad film induced depression she'd seen since they were in college. She stood there firmly, eyeing the pair up as Brittany leaned against the porch wall with a cigarette between her lips and Lord Tubbington under her arm whilst Rachel stood hiccuping between sobs, Quinn wanted to laugh but then she seen the car that sat with the engine still running parked diagonally.

"Holy fucking Christ you two drove here under the influence of The Notebook? Get inside now!" Santana's ears perked up at the sentence as worry coursed through her veins.

Brittany stumbled through the front door first, finding her way to the fridge to crack open two virgin beers. Santana tried to phrase her query as non-confrontationally as possible "babe, do you think psuedo drinking is the answer to all of this? I told you those films aren't real baby. I don't think Rachel needs any dramatic encouragement from a Sin Dorada do you?"

Brittany leaned her face further over the surface top and lowered her voice "I know babe but it was all so much - what if we get into a car accident and forget each other like in The Vow? It bothered us so much we couldn't even drive home." Brittany admitted, tears pricking her eyes.

"Brittany what the fuck was going through your mind when you drove here so upset? Did you not think it was dangerous?" Quinn asked her from across the living room as Rachel loudly wailed about everyone being dead and waiting to move on to the afterlife.

Brittany pointed the top of her virgin beer bottle towards Quinn "Do you actually think me and Rachel would be stupid enough to drive here and risk ending up in a deadly car accident like in those bad Pretty Little Liars fanfictions Santana reads? No. That's why Lord Tubbington drove us here and you should know that he's a really talented driver, he drifted into the parking space at forty miles an hour, and I'd like to see you try that!"

Santana rubbed her temples - whispering "Sweet Jesus save me."

After half an hour of trying to tell their wives off for their antics Quinn made the mistake of reminding the girls why they had come over in the first place, Rachel eyed up her wife before tears began to pepper her eyes.

"Are you planning on asking Puck too be our sperm donor because I can't handle a Mohawk baby, I saw the text messages in your phone and I don't want to carry his spawn for nine months just so that if anything happens to one of us our baby has a spare parent." she sobbed - still under the influence of melodramatic storylines from her sad films as Brittany joined in with the wailing.

"Why would you do it to her Quinn?" Brittany joined in with judging.

Quinn sat in silent for a moment, aware that she'd yet to tell Santana about her and Rachel's plans for a family - she hoped that Santana didn't pick up on what her wife had said but by the look on Latina's face, she did.

Santana turned her head away from Rachel and whispered "Q, did she just say what I think she just said or was that another one of Rachel's lines that I'll be reminding her of in due course?" Quinn lowered her head before meeting the gaze that was boring into her "Yeah, she kinda did just say that but we aren't using Puck as a donor."

Santana's jaw dropped as she looked from the small brunette to Quinn on the opposite couch. "You two are trying for a baby? We are so talking about this in the morning Quinn!"

Rachel interrupted the conversation causing Brittany to jolt from her near slumber - pregnancy was really taking a toll on her body. "I take it by your lack of reply you did want a little Puckleberry baby?"

Quinn stared at her with disbelief "Rachel, I texted Puck to see if he wanted to go to the sports bar last week since he was in town, I've already shared one pregnancy with the guy do you honestly think I want to share another? I don't care who are sperm donor is Rachel so long as it's a healthy baby and it doesn't inherit your bad taste for the melodramatic, then I'm satisfied okay?"

Rachel broke into a huge smile that paved the way for giggles that told Quinn she was finally breaking out of her sad movie funk. "Quinn can we go home now? Before Callie and Arizona here decided on breaking out into world war three I'm sure we had plans to try for a baby tonight?"

The pale skin on her wife's cheeks soon began to burn red with embarrassment. Brittany chirped into the conversation "What's the arts and crafts paste for then that UPS delivered?"

Rachel turned to her accomplice before patting her knee as she made her way to the door. "Britt I lied, that wasn't arts and crafts paste." her admission caused the entire room to break out into noises similar to 'Eurgh'

Brittany became calmer after watching an episode of The Simpsons with Santana, Quinn and Rachel saw themselves out after they settled the argument that Quinn was going to drive them home not Lord Tubbington after Rachel remained adamant that they were at risk of getting into a film style car crash where one of them would inevitably forget the other - forcing the other to make their counterpart fall in love with them all over again.

Santana checked the door was locked and crept up to her wife like a naughty puppy "Britt I'm sorry, didn't mean any of that stuff I said." Brittany met her wife's gaze "I'm sorry for what I said earlier too, I didn't mean anything it was Baby Snixx making me do it. I love being pregnant with your baby San." Brittany admitted, Santana got up off the couch and pulled her wife into the closest of embraces. "Next time Britt, I don't even care if he's just been to the DMV to get his new license. Lord Tubbington isn't driving and neither are you when you're emotional like that."

Brittany looked up sheepishly at her wife "I lied, Lord Tubbington didn't drive us home Dog and Duck did but they made me swear not to tell you in case you hid the gram crackers as punishment."

Santana gently kissed her wife as she pressed herself in to the round curve that now lived on Brittany's body "Well I wasn't thinking about it until you mentioned it, but I can think of a far more productive way for you to make it up to me."

She moved Brittany's hands over the curves of her figure, guiding her fingers over her breasts and towards her lower stomach. Brittany flaunted the mischievous grin that acknowledged what Santana wanted, her plump lips moving over those of her wife as their kisses lingered and deepened. That was one thing Santana definitely loved about a pregnant Brittany - her hormones were through the rough and she was constantly in the mood.

Santana switched it up a gear, moaning into Brittany's open mouth when her hand dipped inside the material that clung to the blonde's hips and core, "Britt let's take this upstairs." Her own mischievous grin mirrored on her wife's face.

Santana waited shyly in bed for Brittany to come out of the bathroom, she closed her eyes as she heard the footsteps edge closer and finally the warmth of her wife's body against her own between the covers of their bed.

"San I don't feel sexy anymore, I know you're only doing this to make up for the argument earlier." Brittany sighed, tucked a stray piece of dark hair behind Santana's ear before tracing her hands over her wife's curves especially the tight pair of D's on her chest.

"Britt you are so beautiful right now, I know you don't understand it and you don't feel it, but I think we're looking at two separate people. When I see you, I see the love of my life, the woman I want to make love to for the rest of my life and right now she is carrying my baby - there is nothing more beautiful than that, I can't explain it – when I see you walking around with that bump under your t shirt and you're dancing around the kitchen too One Direction whilst singing into the spatula in the morning, all I want to do is pick you up, wrap your legs around my hips, take you upstairs and make love to you - if you saw yourself through my eyes you'd see the most beautiful woman god ever put breathe into."

Brittany kissed the soft skin of her wife's neck edging closer towards her, allowing her to feel and hold all the curves she felt self-conscious over, before coyly whispering into the brunette's ear.

"You're such a wordsmith when you want to be San" Santana laughed into the kiss that engulfed her lips and entered her mouth, her moans vibrating against the blonde's lower lip as she felt a leg belonging to her wife push into her core, the heat between Brittany's own legs very quickly began to feel unbearable. "San I need you."

Santana stared into the blue orbs that she'd spent nearly two decades getting lost in, "I need you too Britt - I don't know what I'd do without you."

A guttural moan escaped Brittany's lips as she slowly grinded herself over her wife's leg "No San, I mean - I need you, right now."

Santana gestured for her wife to turn onto her side so they lay chest to back. "What do you need me to do baby?" Santana felt the warmth of the lust in her chest push her confidence further than normal as she left the gentlest of kisses in the nape of her wife's neck.

Brittany pushed herself deep into Santana's contorts, as if she was trying to mould them both into one person, the toned globes that sat pert at the top of her thighs pushing deep within the brunette's hips trying to be as physically close to her as possible. "I need you to make love to me."

Santana tenderly wrapped her arm underneath her wife, holding the side of her stomach to help support the dragging weight Brittany so frequently complained about, Santana left a trail of kisses down her spine, manoeuvring the closest of Brittany's legs over the furthest of her own so they laid in a spooning position that left the paler girl completely exposed, the trail of kisses soon lead back towards Brittany's ear as the hot breathy moans that escaped her own lips tickled the side of her wife's cheek. "I want you to tell me if anything hurts or if you want me to stop okay?"

Brittany reached her arm behind her to cup her wife's head and tangle her fingers in the dark brown tresses - where her hands always wandered to when Santana pushed her close to the edge, "San, please baby I need you – you have no idea how much I want you right now."

As soon as Santana felt the fingers wrap themselves in her hair it sent tingles straight to her core, she contemplated working Brittany up even more but then reminded herself that she had a duty to her wife, she traced the fingers that was supporting Brittany's stomach over the bump and towards her breast's, gently cupping them as her free hand wandered over the contorts of her hips and towards her core, her movement growing slower as she edged closer, whispering a blow by blow account of everything she was about to do, causing the fingers that gripped her hair to grow a little tighter and the moans escaping Brittany to become a little louder.

Brittany twitched into Santana's body, whispering how badly she needed her, gently moaning into the ears that were covered by lazy strands of brunette hair how much she wanted to feel her touch, and how hard she was going to explode underneath it. Brittany's body reacted to everything she was throwing at it, she could feel the heat radiating away from her wife's centre as her wife pleaded for the brunette.

Santana ran her fingertips so feather light over her wife's core it elicited the loudest frustrated moan to escape the blonde's lips since they were teenagers, she repeated the motion, keeping it as feather light as she could enjoying every noise that was emitted from the most guttural animalistic parts of Brittany's anatomy, she tightened her grip around her woman's chest causing Brittany to moan and plead as she suddenly knew what was about to happen next.

Santana's fingers crept down her wife's inner thigh as she teased her, pushing her fingers against her before pushing two inside of her, near screams of pleasure leaving the blonde girl. Brittany's chest rose and held the breath as she adjusted around Santana's middle and ring finger.

Santana pulled her woman closer to her, whispering sweet nothings as she began to delve slow and deep inside her wife, occasionally circling the small bundle of nerves under her thumb which made Brittany buck into her wife's hand.

Brittany pulled Santana's head down further so it rested next to hers as she pleaded for more, kissing her temple as the dark brown strands tickled her nose, slowly losing all her inhibitions she pushed herself down further and harder onto Santana's fingers causing them both to moan.

Santana turned her head gazing into her wife's cobalt eyes as she encompassed her face with her bronze hand whilst her other hand continued to bring her wife closer and closer to the edge, "San, I need this, please." she begged.

Santana knew what Brittany was asking for, she leant in and kissed her wife with such passion and vigour, that the warmth that spread throughout her body felt like she'd swallowed a tiny piece of the sun once she'd broken away.

She pulled herself out from behind Brittany and gestured for the girl to lie on her back; trailing sweet kisses over every perfect contort of her wife working from her breast's downwards.

As her lips grazed against the bump that lived on her stomach, she gently spread the blonde's thighs before placing them over her shoulder putting Brittany at an angle which left her more exposed than before, she gently teased Brittany with the tips of her fingers and before she even had the opportunity to act on it, the blonde lowered herself onto the stiff digits hard and fast, cries of pleasure escaping her lips. "Baby please I don't think I can hang on much longer."

Santana lowered her mouth, rolling her tongue over every spot that pushed Brittany closer whilst her fingers gently rubbed against her G-spot, causing her cries to grow louder as her hips trembled until Santana's steadied her with her free arm.

Brittany gripped Santana's hair for dear life as her wife started to pump inside her faster and deeper, the open palm of her hand brushing against her clit in a rhythm that was pushing her over the edge and causing her to come undone, her repetitive use of the word fuck growing louder until it turned into a scream as every nerve began to contract, blue cobalt eyes gazed into her Santana's own and a pale hand grabbed her tan shoulder as everything in Brittany's body grew tighter.

Santana ran her tongue over the bundle of nerves at the top of Brittany's slit as she pulled out, causing Brittany to buck her hips into her Santana's mouth as the muscles inside of her contracted as Santana lead her into the warm tingles that engulfed her in her entirety, her eyes still locked onto the dark brown orbs as she became lost in them.

Santana crept up the bed and curled her body around Brittany's, holding her whilst she mellowed in the bliss, her hands creeping round and holding the baby bump that was growing larger and larger each day. Brittany laid what felt like a million kisses over Santana's soft tanned skin, until she felt the woman nestled into her jump. The look of shock on Brittany's face worried her counterpart.

"Britt are you okay?" Brittany silently moved Santana's hand to the side of her stomach, "I've felt baby taco flutter before but it just kicked, can you feel that?" tears brimmed in Brittany's eyes and gentle sobs left her as she felt the small tremor in her belly as Santana felt the tremors against her hand, "That's our baby San!" Brittany squeezed the tanned hand that sat on the side of her stomach. "This is our family, you me and little baby Lopez" Santana smiled as she placed both her hands on Brittany's round stomach letting them wander freely over the large bump whilst she placed tender kisses on her wife's shoulder, "Britt - four months and were going to be Mommies!"