AN/: Sorry for the delay, exams, assignments, bloody academia...

I shall endeavour to do better! Hope you enjoy.


Chapter 9

After the song list had been decided the glee club headed to the gymnasium, where the kids were playing, finally getting to check out the change through the school.
"Brittany. Brittany can I just talk to you for a minute? Asked Artie, placing a hand on her arm to draw her attention. After pulling her arm away and looking at him for a few seconds she nodded and turned around, her eyes looking to the front of the group.

"You don't need her there. I'm just going to talk," he said in a low voice, knowing she was looking for the brunette.
"You don't know what I need." She snapped back as she finally made eye contact and he saw Santana walking over to them.
"Baby are you okay?" said the concerned Latina sliding her arm around the blonde's waist and kissing her cheek, smirking slightly she turned her attention to the man in the wheelchair,
"What do YOU want?"
"San it's okay, he wants to talk to me, it's okay. I need you to stay with me though. Please?" She asked, stroking her hands over the arms which had tightened around her. Santana jerked her head forward her face remaining set in an angry glare.
"Well I kind of wanted to talk to you in private, but I guess I could speak to her too." Mumbled Artie, avoiding eye contact with the near black eyes of the Latina, before wheeling in to the empty classroom to their right.
"You aren't talking to me. I won't be talking to you. I'm here for Brittany" she said coldly stepping back so she was half hidden behind the blonde, only holding her hands now, as the couple joined him in the room.
"Okay Artie, go, what did you want to say" said Brittany, looking down at the floor.
"I just wanted to apologise for what I said, I was drunk, and I shouldn't have said it. I know you love having your family, your kids I'm sorry I belittled the choices you made. I hope you can forgive me for saying those things. I never meant to hurt your feelings. Again. Can we start over? I know it was wrong, I just wish we could be as friends again. You were my first, we had a good relationship, and we were friends as well. You were with me for a reason, we were friends, we still can be. Please"
"Artie we weren't friends before. I was your girlfriend, in high school. You shouldn't have been annoyed or upset with anything last night, we were never serious. For god sakes we were broken up over ten years ago. Get over it. Please."
"I was drunk last night, I didn't-"
"No you were being honest. Drunken honesty. Don't lie to me now." Interrupted the blonde in a low voice, shaking her head as she stepped back, closer to Santana. Artie took deep breath, he thought this would be easy, thought she would just forgive him like old times. So maybe he had been honest last night, should he admit it now? Should he tell her the truth, finally be honest and sober. Meeting the bright blue eyes once more he made his decision.
"Okay. I really am sorry that I hurt you. That's the truth. But honestly what I said last night was the truth too. I'm not proud of myself for saying it that way but I never got over you Brittany, you were my first, that meant a lot. Still does. I just, I just feel like you never gave me a chance. She was always there, she never let us be. I don't understand it. I'm not homophobic or anything but seriously Santana even you have to admit you've never been a nice person." The blonde hissed slightly as he spoke those last words, glad of the tan hands now restraining and calming her.
"Babe let him say what he wants. It's fine I'm past it." Muttered the Latina quietly into her ear wrapping a reassuring arm around her wife's waist pulling her impossibly closer.
"I never stopped having feelings for you" he continued after a nod from the blonde. "Maybe we meant more to me than you, but I really thought we had something. I never got closure did you really care for her more than me? We could have been married properly with our own real kids. It would have been so s-"
"Stop! Stop it now! You really need to shut up. You want closure, really after ten years; you haven't caught on, okay well here. You're right; I never cared for you more than Santana. Ever. And no I probably didn't give us a chance but honestly I don't think I wanted to." She practically growled, her eyes narrowing as the man flicked his gaze over the brunette. "Yes it was because of San, it's her, and it's always been her. You still can't see that can you. You know the only reason I slept with you in the first place was to make her jealous. When San asked Mercedes to be her duet partner and not me I was so annoyed. I did it because I got jealous. Sorry but that's the honest to god truth and that should be closure enough. I love her Artie. Always have and I know I always will, I'm sorry but I didn't ever feel that way about you, you need to stop this. She's my wife we have a family together, and it's a hell of a lot more real than anything you think we ever had. You don't get to make judgement on my life and MY family, and if you EVER fucking talk about my kids like that again I will NOT be responsible for what happens." With a final look at Artie she led the, still silent, brunette out of the room towards the gym.

"Babe are you okay? Seriously San you're never this quiet. I know I lost it a bit but he deserved it and he was so horrible." mumbled the blonde, catching her wife's cheek so that shimmering blue met deep brown. The pair were alone outside the gymnasium, but they could hear their fellow glee club members inside playing some game with the children the other side of the closed doors.
"Just thinking, don't worry about it. B you were perfect, the way you stood up for our family, I just…I love you so much Britt-Britt" she replied, smiling up at the blonde reassuringly as she pulled her closer and kissed soft lips.
"Good. Because I love you too, and you're truly amazing, and you're the perfect wife. You're perfect, you always have been." replied the blonde before being pulled into a heated kiss. Their lips began lighting on fire, dancing a well choreographed piece, and it wasn't long before the brunette broke the passionate lock for need of air. "S, you know how when this door is locked from this side then anyone in the hall has to head out through the main entrance. And that's AFTER they try this one" grinned the blonde, her eyes darkening to deep sapphires as she pulled the smaller women even closer in, feeling the goose bumps erupting where her milky fingers traced the soft caramel skin of the Latina's collarbone. Leaning in to the touch, the brunette moaned quietly as silky lips replaced the digits with tingling breaths and grazing kisses.
"Mm. How is it that I'M the one that gets blamed for corrupting you?" She breathed, her hand tangling itself in the blonde tresses. "Look what you do to me woman" she groaned as the lips moved up to work along her jaw, forcing her eyes to close. It amazed Santana that even after so long the blonde could have such an effect on her, surely after all this time together she should've gotten used to it. Every touch was electric, sending jolts through her blood, each kiss pulled her deeper and deeper, she was drowning in Brittany. And loving every second.
"B" moaned the Latina, tilting her wife's head locking her gaze on those deep blue gems. "I love you so much Brittany Pierce. You're the love of my life. My soul mate. I'm loving this, but please can you please just kiss me? I need you." Looking into her wife's eyes Brittany's smile grew impossibly wider before she pressed their lips together, feeling the Latina smiling through the soft kiss. The hand in her golden hair pulling her deeper into the kiss as her lover's tongue slid over her bottom lip requesting entrance, which she was granted eagerly. A low moan escaped the blonde's throat as tanned hands grazed her exposed thighs sliding her short skirt higher, moving closer to the heat of her core.


A deep thud against the door of the hall drew Finn's attention, it sounded like the heavy bolt had been dropped locking them in. The janitors were supposed to leave it open so the group could take the short cut through the changing rooms rather than walk all the way round the building to the back parking lot. Walking towards the door he heard a second thud, and with his next step came a clearly audible moan. He froze.
"Fuck. Baby right there, don't stop" the school was definitely exactly the same! Horny teenagers getting out from detention and getting it on by the locker rooms. He turned back towards where Angela and Quinn were deep in conversation, Puck appearing at his side with a smirk,
"Dude, I'm pretty sure people are screwing through there!" he said mischievously, just loud enough that when they joined the women he was met with shaking heads. Some people just never grew up.
"S'long as they unbolt the door afterwards I can't say I care, I really don't fancy carrying Artie down those stairs. Plus he doesn't seem to be in a decent mood today, so he'll be pissy about it too. What's with his mood anyways, I mean look he's practically shootin' daggers at the door."
"Jealous of the freakin' sex fest goin down," grinned Puck, "and I can't say he's the only one." he added quietly, a vain attempt to keep his comments from the two women.
"Good to know you're still such a sexual deviant Puckerman, how the hell did I ever fall for that face?" laughed Quinn, with a shake of her head.
"Hey now, you know you enjoyed it at the time" came the smirked response, "and the way I see it, you'd still be with Finny here and none of us would have got to meet the wonderful Angela. If you think about it, I did a lot of people a lot of favours with my, yes I'm gonna say prowess, a lot of favours 'cause of my sexual prowess. Definitely not deviance, thank you very much, Lucy"
"Okay, okay, you should clearly be knighted, no need to 'Lucy' me Noah, Jeesh." She laughed back giving the big man a gentle shove, "going back to the Artie matter though, seriously what's his issue?"
"I think I saw him talking to Brittany before and she really didn't look happy about it, kind of looked like she was trying really hard not to take a swing at him" piped up Angela, only seconds before she felt a tug on her arm, looking down she smiled as her daughter spoke,
"Mommy, Lucas can come over to play at our house can't he? Oh and baby Eva too. He said I had to ask you and daddy before I ask him." The girl grinned, pointing at the toddler who was pushing his sister's pushchair towards the group.
"Damn that kid's got manners" muttered Finn as he leant into his wife shaking his head in disbelief, Brittany was definitely making sure the boy had her charm and good graces.
"Mm those two are a ridiculous parenting team, it's just weird" smirked Puck "but what's with the Artie thing, I still don't get what's going down with the three of 'em" he continued, nodding his head slightly towards the man who was now immersed in his cell.
"I can tell unca Puck, I know" said the blonde boy, looking up to the man from Amy's side. "My Mami telled me," receiving a nod from the adult he continued, "she sayed Artie was momma's friend but she got sad at him since he beed mean to Mami , he made her cry so now me and Mami not like him" he continued with a slight frown and a shake of his head. "He's bad, he made mommy cry and if he does it gain Mami will be muy loca" he finished. Quinn was first to react to the boy's words, the groups all slightly astonished at the child's understanding, she nodded muttering "yeah and if San goes all lima heights on him the guy won't only be needing a wheelchair."
"Mami! Dónde has estado?"
"Hola hijo," smiled the Latina, removing her arm from her wife's waist, to pick lift the boy into a tight hug, "sorry we were just-"
"playing a game" interrupted the blonde with a grin, removing the boy from her wife's arms to cuddle him herself. It never ceased to amaze the blonde how beautiful their son was, she couldn't help but want to hold him close and protect him from the rest of the world. "A grown up's game, Monada" she continued, eliciting laughs from Quinn and Puck.
"Don't worry bud, it won't be long till you're playing too, your moms learnt the rules pretty early, I bet y-"
"Puckerman!" hissed the blonde, as Santana silenced him with a sharp smack to the back of his head. "honey Puck and tía Q are just jealous they didn't just have amazi- an amazing time playing the game" she continued with a wink to the Latina, "it was a really amazing game"
" Damn right I'm jealous, you couldn't have waited until later, no, you couldn't control yourselves, you had to flaunt it right in front of us all."
"Momma you're 'posed to play with all your friends, like you tell me. You should let unca Pucky play too" said the blonde boy smiling over at Puck when he came to his conclusion gaining a nod and fist bump from the big man.
"We tried it Lukey, but it didn't really work for Mami and me" murmured the blonde absent mindedly as she stroked her pale fingers through the identically blonde air of her son.
"What d'ya mean it didn't work for you?! It was awesome. I remember perfectly how much you guys loved it, it was pretty clear."
"Aww sweetie you really thought that was real? Sorry Noah, we didn't want to hurt your feelings, but I kinda figured you caught on; I'm definitely not that good of an actress. it's really nothing personal Puckerman, I mean Britt and me, we really didn't need your input, as it were, in fact it kind of had the opposite effect." before Puck could provide a retort Holly made her way across to the group.
"Hey, hey, I hear your set list and it's definitely looking good, I can't wait to see you all up on that stage again!" she said, casually throwing an arm across Quinn's shoulders.
"Hey Miss H, how come you're so late, I mean Mr Schue said you were gonna be coming by and helping us out?" asked Finn as he lifted Amy onto his shoulders.
"I was supposed to, sorry I just got caught up and when I got to the choir room you'd all left, looks like you didn't take as long as Will was expecting and seeing the choices you really didn't need my help. But I really would have been here sooner had the doors through the locker rooms been open, I mean it would've been a whole lot easier to just cut through there, I swear it added like ten more minutes to go all the way 'round." she replied in a half disgruntled voice, gaining laughs from most of the group, as Brittany attempted to hide her blush behind the boy in her arms.
"You've got these two to thank for that, apparently they just can't help themselves." laughed Puck gesturing towards the couple.
"Sorry, we didn't mean to but really look at her, well it isn't my fault look at her boo-" the blonde was cut off by the hand of her wife, quickly covering her mouth.
"Babe, little ears. I know I'm amazing and you can't resist this but shh he doesn't need to know about my anatomy" murmured the Latina, softly coving the ears of their son to emphasise the point. "I think you're too late for that, you know he's heard worse baby." replied the blonde
"Yeah, but Amy's here too and I think it's only polite that you don't corrupt Angie's daughter the way you've corrupted my poor babies." grinned the Latina before planting a soft kiss on the crimson cheek of her wife. "And Holls, you can't give us that look; it's not like we don't know what you were held up doing. With a certain ex-colleague I might add" continued Santana, causing a rosy tinge to cross the older woman's cheek's, causing a sharp laugh to escape Brittany's lips as all eyes turned to focus on Holly rather than her.
"What so funny Momma?" asked the toddler, woken from his day dreaming by his mother's outburst.
"Just your Abuela falling in love honey" grinned the blonde, "remember our old teacher who was visiting her a few weeks ago, you made cakes with Mami for them, yeah you remember little man?" she asked passing him to the Latina, smiling as he nodded his head quickly.
"Mm yep" he smiled, before furrowing his brow slightly and pointing to the pram. "Momma, Eva wants hugs" nodding to her son, she leant over to retrieve the squirming baby, her smile spreading wider as she heard Lucas' next words.
"Are you get married Gramma?" asked the boy, turning his deep brown gaze to his blushing grandmother. "I want to be at a wedding. Mommy you can marry Mami gen so I be best man" He grinned before slipping back into his day dreams against the Latina's chest, stroking his hand through her soft dark curls.
"Oh my god, Holly, are you getting it on with Schuester again?!" asked Quinn, very much hoping that the beloved sub wasn't going down that road again. In fairness he wasn't a bad man, but he'd never treated her very well, what with the whole Schuester/Pilsbury drama. Plus Holly was far too up beat and fun loving, Will, quite frankly, was too boring for her, and he still had that unhealthy obsession with sweater vests. Eww. Mr Schue was no longer with their old councillor, after some big disagreement over children, and she was very much hoping that their old Spanish teacher hadn't set his sights back on the Blonde beauty.
"No I am not," she replied with the slightest of shudders, "can we please move on to something that's not…so personal" she continued, "like how about the death glare Wheels is sending our way?" she finished quickly, successfully moing the groups' attention to the man in the wheelchair, who had now been joined by tina and joe, seemingly attempting to drag him out of his bad mood.
"Oh that's their fault again, jealous he's not getting any of the sexy action." grinned Puck, who was swiftly met with a stern look from Santana,
"Seriously, last warning, keep it clean and appropriate!" she hissed, her tone serious.
"Damn Lopez, over protective mommy much!" he winked, then continued as a mutter "who'd have thought it"
"Oh she is all kinds of protective, you've seen nothing yet." grinned Holly, leaning across to tug some of the raven hair of the, now, scowling latina, "aww now everyone knows you're just a big softy, no more Snix!" teased the woman.
"Mami and me go awwll Lima heights if you keeps be mean Gramma" came the tired voice of the boy curled in his mother's arms.
"Exactly little man, we'll take them all on" smiled the latina, kissing the blonde head resting in the crook of her neck.
"Good" he mumbled "We sart with Artie though. He's bad to mommy and you, and angry and not play…" he continued, trailing off until his mumblings were incomprehensible, his deep brown eyes fluttering shut.
"It's okay baby, Mommy already spoke to him, don't worry" muttered the Latina softly, dropping another kiss onto the golden locks as he mumble something incoherent, before completely dropping off to sleep.
"Protective and polite, that kid's gonna have all the ladies" muttered Finn with a small smile.
"Not to mention the sexy mom genes" added puck with a smirk, stepping back out of Santana's hitting range, before she got the chance. "little dude is gonna have to come stay with uncle Puck, gentlemen lock up your daughters and ladies beware, we'll have all kinds of sexiness." he grinned.
"He does have pretty amazing genes" smiled the blonde, stepping closer to kiss the cheek of the latina, looping her free arm round to rest her hand on her wife's hip, before the brunette could react to Puck's words.
"Stop it please! it's truly sickening, you can't honestly be that happy and in love, it's ridiculously annoying!" grumbled Quinn quickly followed by Finn adding,
"yeah you should be pissed off now Artie's been a douche since you got here and well he's still shootin daggers at you, but you're completely oblivious and just blissed out."
"Oooh, yeah, what happened with that, Ange said you were looking majorly mad at him Britts?" asked Quinn, looking back over her shoulder towards the man in question.
"Erm well he wanted to talk, to apologise for last night, but then, then he admitted he was being honest and he felt that way. Then I guess I got really angry because he kind of seemed to say that we weren't a proper family and that I should be with him with a 'real' family" she mumbled, concentrating her gaze on the tiny hand playing with her necklace and her own sparkling eyes mirrored upon the tiny girl's face, avoiding the shocked looks from her old friends.
"B it's not your fault, it's his, don't worry about it" murmured Holly, "don't let yourself get upset."
"No, but it's not that, I feel bad for shouting at him, I snapped and it was only Santana holding me that stopped me from hitting him. He was saying stuff, stuff about San and the kids, and I just, I didn't mean to, but I think I upset him a lot. I told him I was only with him to make her jealous and stuff, he looked really sad, but he just made me so angry. Oh and now I feel bad that he probably knows we just…" she trailed off, flicking her eyes over the children, "…you know. But we really didn't mean to, it just happened" she mumbled, a rosy tinge rising to her cheeks again.
"we've all know for a long time that you pair have no self-control, I really wouldn't worry-"
"damn right you guys should be proud, and pretty smug , you're still getting it all the time, and I mean after how long? I'm impressed" said Puck, interrupting Quinn, and giving a cheeky grin knowing that the Latina's hands were now both occupied holding her sleeping son, and she sure as hell wasn't going to wake the kid up, so he was safe.
"Yeah, I lose count of the times I've walked in on you two, I really don't know how these two aren't already scarred for life." grinned Holly, very glad that all the attention had been safely diverted to the couple and away from her. "Oh, do you want me to take Luke for a second, Eva's making that face again San." she continued quickly, enjoying the annoyed looks from the pair, it surely hadn't been that many times.
"Yeah I guess, probably best to feed her before she starts with the wailing." nodded the latina before slowly trying to extract herself from her son without waking him.
"Mami por favour no. comfy" mumbled the boy clutching at his mother's shirt.
"Lo siento bebé, Eva's hungry, I have to feed her Lukey. Abuela's got you don't worry, I won't be long" she said softly, kissing his forehead as she finally handed him across to the older woman, Brittany quickly passing the grumpy looking baby to her wife.
"It's like pass the parcel over here," grinned Mike, as he joined the group.
"Mmm, don't worry it's not you Mikey," smiled the brunette as she stepped away from the group slightly, "I'll be back in a few," then she stepped back to her, now empty handed, wife "babe we'll be in the first of the second changing bit. Love you." she smiled, before pecking the creamy cheek and walking towards the door.
"Eurgh. Sickening. Seriously!" smirked Quinn, "don't pout B she won't be too long surely you can handle a little time without her." she winked at the blonde, as a tall figure sped across the room towards them.
"What'd I miss Momma B?!" grinned the blonde, wrapping her in a bear hug.
"Sammy! what are you doing here?! You said you had to work, where's Stacey?" jabbered the blonde, turning to return the hug.
"Woah B chill, seriously I thought San banned you from caffeine! I managed to make the sale yesterday, so I got away with leaving last night, thought you guys would be missing me too much." He grinned, digging his fingers into the other blonde's ribs, causing her to squeal slightly "Stace is back at the hotel, unpacking and that." He smiled before turning to everyone else, "hey guys, long time no see. How you all doing?"

It wasn't long after Sam's appearance that the group headed back to their rooms to change before they met up again at breadstix for a dinner of nostalgia.


AN/: Thanks for reading, please review!