Conexión: Chapter 10, Con Sentimientos (With feelings)

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Glad you guys enjoyed the previous chapter. Prepare yourself's for the next few chapters because they are going to be full of fluff and Brittana cuteness.

The next morning, 17 weeks.

She awakes to the smell of pancakes wafting through the open door of the bedroom, the smell of waffles and coffee also reaching her nose as she takes a deep breath in, a smile lingering on the corners of her mouth. She sits up in the large bed, stretching her arms out as she yawns, cringing slightly when she her breasts feel slightly sore and tender, she rubs her eyes with her hands before swinging her legs over the side of the bed, her warm feet hitting the cool floorboards. She walks out the door, clad only in one of Santana's large jumpers and underwear. Honestly, she had planned on sleeping in her own room the night before, wanting to think over what Santana had told her but after a few hours of lying awake, her body yearning to be next to the brunette's she finally gave in.

Walking out from the hall and into the main room Brittany spots Santana over in the kitchen, flipping a pancake, sporting a white clingy singlet and gray sweat pants that hung from her waist, a slither of her smooth tanned skin showing between the white and gray, causing a small shiver to run down the dancers spine. Get your head together Pierce. She walks up behind Santana, leaning down slightly to rest her chin on her shoulder.

"Morning San." She chimes.

"Britt!" Santana beams, removing the pancake from the frying pan with a fork and putting it on the plate before turning to face the woman behind her. Does this mean we are all good now?

"I've missed this. You making breakfast for me."

"You are never going to miss it again."

"Good." Brittany leans forward, wrapping her arms around Santana's neck, leaning into her.

"Britt?"

"Yeah?"

"About last night...Are we all good now?"

Brittany pauses for a moment, before humming gently. "I believe what you said happened in the office."She says in a soft voice. "But I want you to do what you said you would."

"What do you mean?"

"You're not the only one who needs your arms around me..."

Grasping her point, Santana immediately twines her arms around her hips, pulling their bodies up against each other. "Sorry." She mumbles. "I was worried if I tried to get too close to you, you would run off or something."

"That's what you think after you find me in your bed and after I hug you?" Brittany replies playfully, nudging Santana's ear with her nose.

"Yeah, that was a bit stupid."

"Mmmm, a bit."

They stand there for a few moments, pressed against each other, breathing each other in like they had been apart for years.

"Britt, I should finish off these pancakes."

Brittany pulls away, Santana's arms unwinding from around her waist. "Sure thing, should I cut the strawberries to put on top?"

"Hey, I'm doing this for you, go take a relaxing shower and everything will be ready by the time you get out."

The dancer grins as she steps back from the brunette, her breasts aching from being pressed up against the other woman. Damn that's sore. "Okay!" She turns and walks slowly away before stopping to turn around again. "Santana?"

Santana turns from her place at the stove to look over at Brittany. "Yeah Britt?"

"I'm in love with you too."

She stands there frozen, her chocolate brown eyes wide as the blonde twirls gracefully back around, exiting the kitchen, humming the tune of the song Santana had sung to her the night before.

Week 18

"So you mean to tell me that she told you she loves you and you told her you love her but you still aren't together? What the hell Britt?" Quinn paces the length of her living room as Brittany sits on the couch watching the shorter woman pace back and forth.

"She thought I was asleep Quinn that's the only reason she said it out loud, the issues from her past are stopping her from being one hundred percent open with me and if she needs a little more time than that's okay with me."

"How is that okay B? She's basically put you through emotional hell a week ago."

"Because I know she loves me. She'll find her way soon enough."

"Have you guys even talked about the fact that you were actually awake?"

"I've tried a couple of times but she gets all nervous and changes the subject. She's so cute when she gets flustered."

"Santana Lopez? Cute? Ugh, no way. Good-Looking sure but cute? If I were you I wouldn't even kiss her, she could have some form of KTD."

"KTD?" Brittany questions, tilting her head to the side.

"Kissing transmitted disease."

Brittany laughs softly."Q, there is no such thing."

"Hey, you never know what she could have on her, God knows she's done three quarters of the hot girls in this city."

"Quinn stop it, I can't help but want to be near her all the time."

The shorter blonde rolls her eyes. "Ugh."

"And kissing her is mind blowing, she does this amazing thing with her tongue-"

"Ahh! I don't want to hear it Britt!" Quinn yells, covering her ears. "She's probably done that to every girl in the city."

"Quinn I'm telling you she doesn't sleep around anymore, we aren't even together and she's being faithful."

"Where is she now?"

"At work."

A single blonde eyebrow shoots halfway up Quinn's forehead, her eyes giving their signature glare. "You mean the place where she hires hot assistants to bang them?"

"She fired that girl, and I've met her new assistant."

"Oh really now? Let me guess. She is a six foot tall, light skinned blonde haired woman with massive silicone boobs and an amazing ass which is probably fake too. If I were you I'd be worried."

"Actually no. A short dark haired man who is married and is also gay with three kids."

"Oh."

"I have no reason to be worried Quinn. She is not who everyone says she is."

"You mean all the pictures of her leaving the houses of models, drinking tequila and vodka straight from the bottle in the middle of a dance floor surrounded by sweaty half naked dancing women and lounging around with Hugh Heffner at the playboy mansion practically covered in playboy bunnies are fake?" She asks, her tone dripping with sarcasm.

"Quinn I know you are just trying to protect me but you need to know that she's not that person anymore. The person in those pictures isn't the real Santana."

"Damn right I'm trying to protect you! You are one of my closest friends and I'm not going to let you get hurt again that easy."

"You have to believe me that I've seen what Santana is really like. Trust me, if you were to see how she really is, you wouldn't be saying these things."

"Fine, but you have got to be careful, don't put all your trust in her. Just in case."

"I'll be careful Q, I promise. And she's been to the playboy mansion?"

"Yup, visits every six months...And by what the magazines say she stays there for two weeks each time, and I bet you she doesn't just sit around looking at the bunnies, I here Heffner treats his guests to all the mansions...Entertainment features."

A crease forms between Brittany's eyebrows. "When was the last time she went?"

"Hang on one sec." Quinn walks from the room only to appear again two minutes later holding a magazine in her hand. "According to this, exactly six months ago in two weeks. Are you getting worried now?"

"Santana isn't that person anymore. She is sweet and she loves me and the baby."

"Brittany, its okay to be worried."

"Of course I am, it's the playboy mansion! But I'm not going to act upset with her when I don't even know if she's going."

"And if she does go?"

Brittany stays silent for a minute, looking to the floor as she shuffles her feet against the carpet. "Then I guess I'll be leaving for good."

Week 19

She watches Santana in the kitchen with wary blue eyes from the couch as she moves around the from the counter to the waffle maker, ignoring the strong craving for the smell wafting towards her. She looks around the large room for any signs of packing. Since she had heard about Santana's twice yearly trips to Los Angeles to stay at the Playboy mansion Brittany had been keeping an eye out for any signs of Santana preparing to leave. So far she hadn't spotted anything, telling herself she had been getting too paranoid when she mistook the brunette's briefcase for a suitcase.

She gently rests her hand against her once flat stomach which was now slightly rounded under her (Technically Santana's) large oversized jumper. She had gotten into wearing overly large shirts when she just started to show, not yet wanting to show Santana the first physical sign of their baby, in fear that she would freak out and not want her sleeping in the same room or stop whispering to her in the middle of the night, telling her she's the most beautiful gorgeous thing she had ever laid eyes on, brushing her face gently with soft gentle kisses as she fell asleep in her arms.

"Briiiit!" Santana calls out in a sing-song voice as she walks from the kitchen and over to the couch where Brittany sits. "Your fresh waffle's are done."

She sits next to the dancer, handing her the plate and a knife and fork. As Brittany begins to eat she watches over her, running her own fingers through the long blonde locks, letting out a gentle sigh. "You know I'm glad that you crave waffle's all the time now, it's like one of the few things I can actually cook."

"You've gotten really good." Brittany mumbles, her mouth full.

"Ugh gross Britt, not while you're chewing." Santana laughs, poking the woman next to get playfully before getting up out of her seat. "I'll just be in the bedroom for a little while okay?"

Brittany swallows her food before opening her mouth, causing Santana to giggle again. "Why?"

"Just got to sort some things out." She replies before turning to walk into the bedroom.

What if she's packing? She would have told me if she was going anywhere by now right?

Later that night.

Brittany didn't even bother sneaking into Santana's bed at night anymore. Ever since the brunette had confessed her love for her they had gone to bed together, sending each other flirtatious glances as they brushed their teeth, shy blushes crawling up cheeks as they changed into their pajamas, turning around to steal a glance when they thought the other wasn't looking, only to find that they were.

The moment Santana fell asleep, her nose buried in blonde locks, Brittany gently pulls away from her warm body, wriggling to the edge of the bed as quietly as possible, trying not to move the mattress too much in her haste. She gets up out of the large bed, and looks around the dark room, she picks up her phone from the side table pressing its center button. A dull light spreads around the area she stands in as she slowly begins to pace around the room, holing out her source of light in front of her in search of any suitcases or packed clothes.

Finding nothing in the bedroom she walks into the walk in wardrobe, the light of her phone hitting the racks of clothes and shoes lining the wall, as she points it towards them. She notices some of Santana's larger jumpers she had grown accustomed to wearing were missing from the racks, along with some of her sweat pants.

"I swear they were there yesterday." Brittany mumbles to herself.

She looks down at the lower racks, flicking through various pieces of clothing. Most of them designer and tight fitting. She notices the gaps in some of the racks where someone had clearly removed the clothes from the hangers.

She's definitely packing.

Brittany's fingers linger on the top of one of the hangers holding a pair of black pants, sighing. She slides it across the gap of the rack, stopping when she finds that the bottom of the pants have gotten caught over something. She squats down, pushing the clothes apart to look for the obstruction. She stifles a gasp when she sees the medium sized black suitcase.

"She...She..." She stutters, not able to get the words out of her mouth.

I never thought finding out could hurt this much.

She leans forward, her fingers searching blindly for the zip of the suitcase, images of what it could contain flying through her mind. Santana's clothes, condoms, lube, handcuffs, lingerie. Her thoughts come to a halt when her fingers find a small combination lock holding the two zips together. She could practically feel her heart shatter at the discovery.

No, I can't think like this. Just because I heard a rumor it doesn't mean its true. She could be going anywhere. A business trip or something. I should at least give Santana the benefit of the doubt. Innocent until proven guilty right?

She makes her way back into the bedroom, crawling into bed next to the sleeping brunette who immediately pulls her up against her chest in her sleep, her tanned arms winding around the dancer, burring her nose into her blonde hair again, inhaling. Brittany snuggles against Santana's chest, listening to the beat of her heart.

"Please don't let it be true." She whispers.

Week 20

The suitcase had been bothering her the whole week. She kept checking for signs of Santana's departure over and over again but nothing seemed out of the ordinary, in fact the brunette had been even more attentive to her needs. Going out at 2am to get her what she was craving, cooking her waffles before she even knew she wanted them and giving her back and neck rubs that had her eyes rolling around in the back of her head and heat coiling in her stomach with the additional throb between her legs. Yeah, it's been a while.

She rolls over onto her stomach, her skin gliding against the dark silk sheets of the bed. She immediately rolls back onto her back, groaning. "God my boobs hurt." She grumbles.

She looks over to the other side of the bed, finding it empty she then looks towards the clock on the bedside table. 8:30am.

"Ugh. Why the hell am I awake." She pulls the covers back over her head. Santana's probably in the bathroom or the kitchen. She thinks to herself.

Brittany relaxes, hoping sleep will come again. She slowly drifts off when she hears a faint voice from the main room of the apartment.

"Heff-"

The voice fades into silence. Santana must have moved further away. Brittany rips the sheets from over her head, jumping out of bed to crouch by the bedroom door, her ear glued to the wood. She can hear Santana's voice again, barely audible through the door.

"What rumors? It's not anybody's business what I do in my spare time."

Santana is silent for a few moments.

"So what if I don't sleep around anymore?"

More silence.

"Because I've found someone special!" Santana's voice is louder this time. Sharper. "Well of course you think they are all the same, you surround yourself with fake women full of silicon and botox. This one is special, this one is real."

Brittany feels her heart swell in her chest as she soaks in Santana's words. Oh she's not going, she's not going! She gets up from her crouched position at the door, opening it and walking out quietly into the hall, she spots Santana standing towards the window, cordless phone held to her ear, facing away, wearing black slick boxer shorts and a tight white singlet.

"You're just upset because I'm not coming to visit. I'm not interested in any of the bunnies Heff. We can catch up some other time, but no mansion and no bunnies understood?"

The dancer walks towards Santana's slowly, a wide grin spread across her face as she approaches. Apon reaching her, Brittany wraps her arms around her waist, nuzzling her nose into the tanned smooth skin of Santana's neck, who immediately stiffens in surprise at the contact.

"I think you're special too." Brittany whispers against Santana's skin, causing her to shiver. She hears a low voice on the other side of the phone, calling for the Latina's name asking if she is still there. "I think you should hang up now." She whispers into her other ear, her hands now running up and down her sides.

A low groan escapes Santana's throat her thumb pressing down on one of the buttons of the phone, ending the call. She turns around to face Brittany. "Britt I-" She's cut off when the blonde's mouth presses against her in a fleeting desperate kisses.

"You're not going." Brittany murmurs between kisses, pressing her mouth repeatedly to Santana's who's arms were now around her middle pulling her closer. "Even with the bunnies and the mansion you deciding not to go."

Santana tries to get another word in but fails as Brittany's lips muffle her words. The kisses get longer and slower and soon enough the two are pressed together firmly, Brittany's hands tangled in dark hair and tanned hands resting on the blondes short silly pajama shorts, using every ounce of willpower she has not to move them around to rest them on her ass. When their lips finally part from one another Santana takes the chance to respond.

"Of course I wouldn't go. There is no other place I would rather be than here. With you and our baby, that's where I'll always rather be, no amount of bunnies will ever change that."

"Oh San-"

This time its Santana's full lips that end the conversation, capturing Brittany's bottom one to run her tongue along it slowly before releasing it. She gazes up into piercing blue eyes.

"Britt." She breathes.

"Yeah?"

"B-Before, when you said..."

"That I'm in love with you too?"

"Um yeah. Why didn't you tell me when I told you? When I thought you were asleep."

"Because I knew that you would have freaked out if I said it back that very second."

"Did you mean it?"

"Yes. Did you?"

"Every word."

Brittany smiles, her face lighting up as she tilts her head slightly to kiss Santana again who willingly kisses back before pulling away.

"I wasn't done." Brittany says with a mock pout, leaning in again.

"Wait."

The dancer pulls her head back with a confused look on her face.

"I think it's time I told you about my past."

Later that day.

They sit cross legged on the large bed, knees touching.

"Santana..."

"No Britt it's fine."

"Santana that is not fine! All the times I have gotten frustrated or upset because of you pushing me away is because of what that horrible woman and what Puck have done to you!" She reaches out one of her hands to brush away a tear running down Santana's cheek. "She's made you think that no one could ever love you."

"Sometimes...Sometimes I still think she was right." Santana whispers, her eyes staring at the pattern of the bed sheets.

"San, that's not true because I'm in love with you. Every single part of you. It may take a while for you to get used to someone loving you but we will get through this." She picks of one of Santana's hands, holding it between her own. "Together."

"I'm so sorry I pushed you away, I didn't mean to hurt you I swear."

"No, it's not your fault. You've been doing so much better, you told me you love me and just now you told me about your past. I'm so proud of you San."

"Really?" She sniffles in reply, using her sleeve to wipe the rest of the tears away. She loves me, she loves me, she loves me.

"Really." Brittany crawls off the bed becoming for Santana to do the same. "C'mon, I want to show you something."

Santana gives her a confused look but gets up off the bed, linking her fingers through Brittany's outstretched hand. "What are you showing me Britt?" She asks as she is lead into the bathroom, stopping in front of the large full length mirror covering one wall.

"Oh I forgot to turn on the lights, could you get them? The heat ones please."

"Sure." Santana walks back a bit to flick the heat lights on. She walks back towards Brittany who had started to wriggle her way out of the large jumper she had been sporting all day. "Britt- what?"

The jumper falls to the floor leaving Brittany in her bra and pajama shorts, she looks towards the mirror her eyes cast at her and Santana's reflection before closing her eyes and taking a deep breath, she turns to look at the real Santana, only to find that she wasn't there. Instead she is kneeling on the floor in front of her, staring at the bump under Brittany's pale skin.

"Britt..."

Brittany smiles down at Santana who is still staring at the bump.

"Britt, our baby...Our little baby."

"I'm sorry I didn't show you earlier, I thought you would freak out or something."

"Don't be sorry, I totally understand where you're coming from." Santana gestures towards the bump. "Can I?"

"Of course."

Thinking Santana was just going to place her hands on the bump, Brittany's eyes widen in surprise when the brunette wraps her arms around her stomach, pressing a kiss to the bump before resting the side of her head against it.

"Hello baby." She whispers, pulling back to look at the bump again. "Your mama's an amazing person ya know that? She's doing so well, looking after you."

Brittany feels her heart practically melt in her chest at the sight of Santana cooing over the bump.

"I love you and your mama so much little baby, the both of you mean the world to me." She beams up at Brittany's teary blue eyes before looking back down at the bump, her hands stroking it tenderly. "If you're going to become a kick boxer I'd rather you do that when you're grown up, not in your mama's stomach. So you be good in there okay little angel?" She gives the bump one last kiss before standing up off the floor, walking around Brittany to stand behind her, pressing her own front into the blonde's back, her hands finding the bump again. She closes her eyes, leaning her head down onto the taller woman's shoulder. "Brittany, what you're doing, its amazing and you look even more beautiful."

Blue eyes look over to their reflection, watching Santana nuzzle into her neck with her nose, her eyes closed and her palms rubbing circles onto her stomach. She leans back into the brunette, who supports her weight. "I'm probably going to get a lot bigger than this you know."

"Mmmm, you'll still be beautiful." Make her yours. C'mon make her yours. Now's your chance.

"Do you really love our baby already San?"

"Of course. It's part you, how could I not love it?"

"I wish other people could see you like this, so sweet and gently."

Santana chuckles. "Hell no, this is a side of Santana Lopez only you and our little baby get to see."

"Hmmm, well I think I'd rather have this you all to myself anyway. Just me and the baby."

Brown eyes open and turn to look in the large mirror, catching Brittany's gaze in it. "Brittany?"

"Yeah San?" Brittany replies, still looking into Santana's eyes.

Santana lifts her head, pressing her nose into blonde hair, inhaling, her eyes not leaving the blue ones in the mirror. Her heart quickens in her chest and she's sure Brittany can feel it too. "I love you, I'm in love with you."

Brittany's eyes soften. "I'm in love with you too Santana."

"I want you to me mine, and I'll be yours. I want us to be together." Oh God I sound so clingy.

"Are you... Are you asking me..."

"Brittany, will you be my girlfriend? I know 'girlfriend' won't even do what we have together any justice but as long as we are together, as long as you're mine and I'm yours I'll settle for anything."

Brittany turns around in Santana's arms looking into her dark brown eyes filled with love and something else lingering near the surface: Fear. Without pause or hesitation she answers, bringing both hands up to cup Santana's face, not breaking eye contact. Her thumbs circle against the caramel skin of her cheek.

"You have no idea how long I've been waiting for you to ask that." She leans in, puckering her lips slightly.

Santana pulls back a little. "I'm sorry I didn't mean to make you wait so long I-" She's cut off by a single finger pressed up against her lips, effectively silencing her.

"Shut up and let me kiss you Santana."

She replaces her finger with her lips, molding them around Santana's, her arms winding around the shorter woman's neck, locking her against her own body, her small baby bump nestled comfortably between them, tanned hands on either side of it, cradling it gently. They pull apart after a long moment, staring into each others eyes.

"So...Is that a yes?" Santana asks with a knowing grin.

Brittany rolls her eyes playfully "What else could it be?" She laughs, noticing that the brunette is leaning in again, she tilts her own head, reaching out to meet Santana's lips halfway.

So what do you guys think about the way Brittana finally got together?

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