Chapter 9: Edited


Early Saturday evening, Santana and Quinn are putting away groceries when the twins run in. "Mami! Aunt Quinn!"

The women bend down and hug them both.

Santana asks, "How was Gymboree?"

"It was so fun! There was a big pair of pants -" says Tony

" - and it falled up" continues Ella in the alternating way that
they use to tell most of their stories.

" - and down"

" - and up"

" - and down"

" - and up"

"Wow," Santana interrupts laughing, "The parachute went up and down. That sounds like a lot of fun! Aunt Quinn and I are almost finished here. I'll play with you when we're done, okay?"

"Okay," they say, running off.

"How did you get parachute from pair of pants?" asks Quinn.

"She's been with me for 20 years. She can decipher anything," jokes Brittany as she side hugs Quinn. "Did you get all your stuff?"

"Yeah, she brought 4 bags!" teases Santana.

Brittany holds up four fingers then folds them into her palm one by one, "Yeah, that sounds right. One for her clothes, one for Kelly's, one for makeup and stuff and one for shoes."

"HA! She must be a girl, too!" Quinn says, as she pokes Santana in the ribs.

"Whatever ." Santana rolls her eyes, but smiles.

"I don't understand, why are we saying that I'm a girl?" Brittany glances down at her own chest, "Didn't we already know that?"

"Why were we talking about being a girl?" asks Santana, then snaps her fingers when she remembers, "Oh yeah! B, do you remember those rolling suitcases we had when we were kids? Yours was -"

"Ariel! Gosh, that was so long ago." smiles Brittany.

"Why did you choose Ariel?" asks Quinn, wanting to hear the story, so she can tease Santana again. Santana catches on and narrows her eyes at her.

Brittany laughs and forms crab claws with her hands, grabs Quinn in a tango stance - cheek to cheek - and says, "Percussion,

Strings,

Winds,

Words..."

Quinn guffaws, "How come whenever you imitate someone you sound like Grover?"

Brittany shrugs and pulls Quinn back against her, singing (in her normal voice) and leading Quinn around the kitchen,

"There you see her
Sittin' there across the way
She don't got a lot to say
But there's some-ting about her
(Santana and Quinn join in singing)
And you don't know why
But you're dying to try
You wanna kiss the girl"

Brittany dips Quinn, brings her up, kisses her on the cheek and spins her away. "That's the main reason I liked it. Every time we watched it, Santana would kiss me, or let me kiss her. Also, I liked it when Ariel popped out of the water." Brittany leans onto the kitchen table with her legs lifted behind her and whips her hair up. "Part of your woooorrrrrrllllllddddd!"

Mrs. Pierce walks in carrying Kelly. "Do I hear singing?"

"Yeah mom, Quinn was asking me about my infatuation with the Little Mermaid."

"You girls sure did love that movie. Even when you were teenagers I could hear it coming from your room. Thank heavens Santana finally learned to kiss you without that soundtrack," teases Mrs. Pierce.

"Priceless!" Quinn laughs at Santana, since this was not the story she had been told.

Santana shoots Quinn another glare, but Brittany kisses her wife, "Me, too."

Santana smiles then searches the counter for something. "Damn, we forgot the lasagna noodles," Santana says, visibly disappointed. "Guess we're having spaghetti."

"No, you really wanted lasagna. I'll run to the store," offers Quinn.

"Leave Kelly with us. My mom is getting her baby fix," Brittany smiles and her mother nods.

Quinn agrees, heads to the living room for her purse and sees Tony and Ella coloring, "Who wants to go to the store?"

"I DO!" they both yell.

"Brittana, I'm taking the twins with me, okay?" Quinn calls out.

Santana and Brittany come out of the kitchen. "Sure! Take our van so you don't have to move car seats," says Brittany. "There's a spare set of house and van keys on the hook in the hall."

"Say bye to your moms," instructs Quinn.

The twins run up to hug each mom and Ella whispers in Brittany's ear, "Can we get ice cream?"

"Ice cream is a great idea! I'll ask her...Quinn, could you pick up some ice cream while you're there?"

"Sure, what kind?"

All four Lopez-Pierces say, "Drumsticks!"


"Hey B," Santana calls out from the master bathroom.

"Yeah?" Brittany walks in and sees her wife on the toilet, "Are you calling me to keep you company while you poop, again?"

"Of course," admits Santana.

"You're such a guy sometimes."

Santana looks down at the boxers around her ankles and asks, "Do you really think I'm like a guy?"

"When have I ever called you in to keep me company while I'm pooping?"

"Yeah, but it's boring without you and I think it's girly of me to want to be near you and you're being guy-ish and insensitive to my needs."

"Whatever you say, San," Brittany says, sliding down the wall to sit on the floor.

"Do you really think I'm like a guy?"

"Didn't I just answer that question?" Brittany teases but sees the insecurity in her wife's eyes and adds, "No, San. You are very womanly. Why?"

"Q was ribbing me for wearing my lumberjack shirt and boxers."

"And that bothered you?"

Santana nods. "She joked that I should've known I was gay a long time ago and that I chose Mulan, because I had a 'latent desire to dress in men's clothes'," Santana says using air quotes. "Did you know I was a lesbian when we were kids?"

"I didn't know what being a lesbian was," Brittany answers honestly.

"But, do you think I was always a lesbian?"

"Honey, only you can answer that question."

Santana struggles to figure out why Quinn's teasing bothered her. "When did you know that you wanted to be with me?"

"I knew I wanted to marry you when we were five," says Brittany proudly.

"I mean...did you want to kiss me when we watched Little Mermaid?"

"Of course! I wouldn't have done it if I didn't want to."

Santana's frustration grows and her voice cracks with emotion, "Did you like kissing me?"

Brittany sits upright and places a hand on her wife's knee, "Ohhh, I think I understand where you're going with this. I'm sorry I wasn't answering your questions seriously." Brittany continues, "Did I like kissing you? Definitely, but I think I first realized that I had more-than-friends feelings for you in middle school."

/

"Stay still. I can't finish braiding your hair if you keep moving."

"Britt, you're pulling it too tight. I'm seeing stars!"

"Hold still...there. I'm done! Go look in the mirror."

"Wow, B. It looks great!"

"Good. Hurry up and change so we can go," Brittany whines.

Santana rushes around her room,whips off her clothes and looks through piles for something to wear. She stands in front of Brittany in her underwear. "I can't find a bra. Help me look."

"You don't need a bra," says an exasperated Brittany. "Just throw on a shirt."

"I do! Look at my boobies. They're getting bigger," says Santana proudly, as she pushes her chest out toward Brittany.

Brittany looks at her friend and gulps.

/

"I remember that day. My hair looked awesome!"

"Yeah, it did." Brittany smiles up at her wife and is glad that she's is so much better at talking about her feelings.

They sit in silence until Santana announces, "Okay. I'm done." She shoos her wife away. "Go out so I can wipe."

"What? You aren't going to show me your massive poop? Guess you aren't much like a guy after all," Brittany teases and walks out of the bathroom.


"Salad is done, bacon wrapped asparagus is grilled and apple pie is ready to go in once the lasagna comes out. I think that's it," says Quinn to Santana.

Brittany walks into the kitchen and sees the asparagus, "Did you put bacon on the salad, too?"

"No...but I can!" says Quinn.

"NO!"

"We're all set," Santana says to Brittany, "I'm gonna go take the kids to play outside before it gets dark." A few minutes later, Santana is heard in the living room asking if anyone wants to go outside and play, "Quién quiere salir a jugar?"

"Did she go outside?" Quinn rushes to the cupboard and grabs the hidden bowl of rested dough.

"What is that?" asks Brittany.

"It's bread dough," announces Quinn proudly. "We're gonna make breadsticks."

"No way! She's going to love you!" says Brittany. "Did you have a nice time with San today?"

"Yeah, I did. Finding that old suitcase brought up so many fun memories. She spent most of the morning trying to pin me," laughs Quinn.

"She still can't do it, huh?"

"Nope!"

"I bet I could."

"Duh, you're huge now! When we were kids you were both so tiny. I always felt like the Jolly Green Giant." Quinn laughs and points out the window. "Look at them!"

Brittany follows her gaze and sees her father and Santana (with Kelly strapped into a Snuggli) chasing Tony and Ella. Beaming, she whips out her phone and snaps a few pictures and a short video.

"You really are lucky," Quinn cuts the dough into manageable amounts. "Santana is so good with kids. I wish Puck would do things like that."

"He's a guy." Brittany wants to talk to Quinn about the things she said to Santana, but doesn't feel right sharing her wife's insecurities. Instead, she just continues, "They aren't as awesome as women… and San is all woman."

Quinn hears irritation in Brittany's voice, but ignores it and instead confides, "He's hardly ever home. If he isn't at work, he's at the gym or out with Finn. I'm surprised he was home long enough for us to conceive Kelly."

"What happened?" asks Brittany, the tension gone and replaced with concern.

"I don't know. I thought maybe he was cheating on me, but he swears he's never even wanted to." Quinn works the dough to form the breadsticks. "I guess I don't make him happy, so he'd rather be anywhere but with me."

"Honey, maybe he's just going through a phase." Brittany leans her shoulder against Quinn's and suggests, "When he comes back from training, we'll buy you some sexy lingerie and he'll never want to leave again."

"I don't want to have to seduce him," Quinn says sadly. "I want him to want to spend time with me."

"I'm sorry. We'll figure something out." Brittany squeezes her friend tight and Quinn flinches and pulls back. "What's wrong?"

"My breasts are ridiculously sore. Kelly isn't nursing well."

Brittany presses down on her best friend's chest, "Whoa, you're hard as a rock. Maybe your ducts are blocked and you need to clear the circulation up."

"Santana gave me warm compresses earlier and that helped some, but it's so painful. She said that yours got like this a few times, too. What did you do?"

"Long soaks in the tub or San would massage the lymph glands under my arms and knead my breasts. It helped a lot. You can take a nice long bath later and one of us will massage you."

"That would be heavenly."

Santana walks in with the twins close behind, "Oy, that was a workout!"

Brittany smiles sweetly at her wife then calls out to the twins, "The bath time express is leaving the station. All aboard!" Ella jumps up and Brittany catches her. Tony jumps onto a chair and leaps onto Brittany's back. Brittany runs out of the kitchen and up the stairs with her two monkeys.

Quinn grins,removes Kelly from the Snuggli and tells Santana, "I think you definitely want more kids." Then to Kelly, "Come on sweetie, let's go give you a bath."

"Yeah, I think I do."


Santana and Mrs. Pierce are setting the table for dinner. Quinn and Brittany are bringing the food out. Mr. Pierce is reading a story to the twins and Kelly - who is propped up in the car seat.

"Q, are you nursing tonight or are we having wine?" asks Santana.

"I don't think I can nurse. She's still not able to get anything out of me."

"Wine it is," Santana says with a grin, grateful that her in-laws are over to watch the kids.

"Babe, I told Quinn she could soak in our tub after dinner and one of us would massage her," says Brittany.

"Okay, no wine. Just in case," agrees Santana. The family gathers around the dinner table and Quinn brings out a basket.
"What's that smell?" asks Santana rising out of her seat with her nose in the air sniffing wildly.

Quinn offers her the basket. "See for yourself."

"NO WAY!" screams Santana, the excitement making her light headed. "Where did you get these?"

"She made them," says Brittany, proud of her best friend.

"Oh, that's it. You are NEVER moving out!"

"Mami, can I have one?" asks Tony.

"NO!" Santana half teases as she holds the basket close to her chest.

Tony puts his hands on his hips, "No me gusta!"


After dinner, Quinn is on the couch with Tony reading Peter Pan, while Ella is listening from a blanket on the floor with Kelly.

"I wanna be Peter Pan," says Tony.

Ella yawns. "I wanna be Cap'n Hook."

Quinn continues reading and her friends return from taking Brittany's parents home. Brittany lies down with Ella and Santana drops beside Tony and plays with his dark hair. She hooks her foot under his and lifts it. He has Britt's slender feet. I love that our kids look so much like both of us. Santana smiles. I wonder if Britt wants more? How do I ask her? Invitro was so expensive. Can we even afford it? Would I have to carry the next baby? Aside from all the shots, which I hate, do I even want to? Bring pregnant is not something I ever thought I would have to go through. Would we need another donor or can I have Britt's egg and my brother's sperm implanted in me? I guess we could, but do I really want to do that? I bet the twins would love to have a baby in the family. They're so cute with Kelly. Santana snaps out of her thoughts when drool drips down her thigh. She lifts Tony's head off her lap and scoops him in her arms. "Britt, let's take them up to bed."

Thirty minutes later, the kids are all tucked away and Quinn is soaking in the old fashioned claw foot tub. Brittany is on a stool behind her - massaging under her arms and over her breasts. Santana is sitting on a towel on the floor chewing on a breadstick, listening to the two women share stories about their pregnancies and childbirth. She watches the way Brittany's eyes light up whenever it's her turn to share. She's glowing! She does want another one and I definitely want to have another baby with her. I need a plan!


Later that night, Santana comes out of the bathroom in boxers and white tanktop after brushing her teeth. Brittany is by the nightstand fiddling with her iPod. "Dance with me?" she asks, offering her hand.

They dance around the room. Nothing fancy or choreographed. Just two people, in love, moving together. Brittany cups Santana's cheek and kisses her, then bends down and lifts the smaller woman into her arms and lays her on the bed. Crawling up the smooth toned body, she places kisses up tan legs. Her hands slide higher,hooks the waistband of Santana's boxers,she pulls them down and off. Santana watches her wife with curiosity and swallows to moisten her dry throat. Brittany crawls back up, again placing kisses on her way, and pulls off Santana's shirt. She looks down at her wife's beautiful body reverently, but hungrily kisses Santana with the passion of twenty years behind it. When she breaks contact, Santana is breathless, "What's gotten into you, Britt?"

Brittany looks deep into her wife's eyes and says, "I wanted to remind you that you are a beautiful, sexy, incredibly hot, lesbian woman. It doesn't matter to me if you figured it out when you were five, five years ago or five minutes ago."

Brittany kisses her again, then pulls back. "To show you that I am a woman who wants you - a beautiful, sexy, incredibly hot, lesbian woman - I'm going to make you scream my name. All. Night. Long."


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