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Chapter 11

Later that same Sunday, the girls and their brood have arrived at a local shopping complex. Quinn has Kelly strapped to her in the Snuggli and is holding Ella's hand. Santana and Brittany have Tony swinging between them. They walk around and go into stores like Baby Gap, Disney and Thinker Tots. Eventually, they see a play area and head over but an advertisement for a store catches Quinn's eye.

"S, can you stay with the twins? I want to drag Britt with me to a store that the kids would be bored in," Quinn asks.

"Sure," Santana says as she pecks her wife on the cheek, "Have fun."

Brittany links her arm through the other blonde's and they window shop at a few stores before arriving at their destination. Brittany claps excitedly, "Is this a store for pirates?"

Quinn shakes her head and pulls her into The Treasure Chest. Brittany looks around, then says to Quinn, "These pirates don't wear much."

Quinn is about to explain when she sees the glint in the other girl's eye. "I almost fell for that," she laughs.

"What are we doing here?"

"Well, you said you hadn't told Santana your secret yet and I said I'd help you find a way to bring it up."

"And, you think this," Brittany gestures around the store, "will help?"

"Well, I think if you are going to bring it up, and she says yes, you should be prepared."

"Prepared for what?"

"To...celebrate."

"Ohhhhhh,"

"Look around and see what you like. My treat."

Brittany squeals in delight and rushes off.

Quinn looks around and thinks back to the conversation that brought them here.

/

"Ohhhhhh, that feels so good," Quinn hums as Brittany rubs her swollen feet.

"I want a baby, too. You're so lucky you can get pregnant," Brittany says as she pumps more lotion onto her hands.

"What do you mean? You got pregnant."

"I mean, you know, making love and BAM, pregnant."

"Oh," Quinn says sadly. "Britt, I want to ask something but - "

Brittany interrupts, "Go ahead."

"Do you miss being with a guy?"

It wasn't the question Brittany was expecting. "No, why?"

"Well...you were with guys before Santana."

"No I wasn't," Brittany says honestly, "San was my first. Why? Do you miss the guys you were with before Puck?"

"No, but it's not the same thing. He HAS a...you know."

"A dick? Why would I miss being with a guy for that? None of them even knew how to use it. They always pounded away or just laid there."

"So, you're satisfied without it?"

"Duh!" Brittany yells, but then becomes quiet, contemplative.

"What?" prods Quinn.

"I can't say it. It's about sex."

"YOU can't say it? Oh please, you and Santana are the most sexually confident women I know. I've learned everything I know about sex from you two. Spit it out."

"I thought it makes you uncomfortable when San goes on about sex?"

"Sometimes but, that's different. I mean, friendships are different, you know? When she talks about sex it's kind of crass. She treats me like a guy-friend. You treat me like a girl-friend. Does that make sense?"

"It does," Brittany smiles. "I...just to be clear...I don't miss the men. It isn't about them and it isn't about wanting THEIR dicks but...I do have a fantasy."

"Threesome?"

"Ewwww Quinn! NO! Where is your mind today?" shrieks Brittany. "Just, sometimes, I..."

"You...?

Brittany looks at Quinn nervously then spits out the sentence as quickly as possible, "I-kind-of-want-Santana-to-use-a-strap-on."

"Oh."

"I don't want you to think that I'm not satisfied because I totally am. Just, sometimes, I want her to fuck me, you know? The intense, rip off my clothes, fuck my brains out sex."

"I can't imagine she hasn't already done that."

"No, I mean, she has...we have. But, one hand has to be occupied and sometimes, I want to feel her all over. I want to feel her in me but touching me at the same time. I don't want to use it all the time, just once in a while," Brittany sighs. "Never mind. I'm being stupid."

"NO, you're not. I think you should ask her."

"I can't. She'll probably take it badly and think she hasn't been satisfying me and that insecurity will break her heart. I don't want her to ever think I'm not satisfied. I love her and I love everything about her and I don't ever, ever want someone else."

"A strap-on isn't some one, it's some thing. Just make sure she understands that. Have you guys done other stuff?"

"Yah totally. Chocolate, edible panties, silk restraints, role play. Our sex life has a lot of variety."

"Okay pick a night to play, to just enjoy each other and when you're planning, slip it into the conversation as one of the things you could try."

Brittany thinks for a minute, "You're right. I think that would work." She leans over to hug Quinn, "Thanks for being my BEST girl-friend."

/

Brittany holds up an ivory colored babydoll and reads the tag - Sheer hand crafted lace and decadent silk make this the ultimate in seduction. Graceful, elegant, feminine details and timeless styles create flawless beauty that will always be treasured.

"This is perfect!" Brittany calls out to Quinn, "I found the perfect one. Meet me in the dressing room."

"Okay," Quinn replies. "Wait, why do you need a dressing room?" Quinn leaves the back of the store to meet Brittany. A few minutes later, one of the room curtains is drawn back and Quinn's jaw drops. "Wow. That's...beautiful."

"You like?" Brittany spins slowly.

"Yes but, is that," Quinn gestures at the elegant silk nightie, "the right mood you want to set?"

"Yah you said celebrate, right? What's that?" She takes the box from Quinn. "Harness with 6.5 inch," Brittany gasps.

"What?" Quinn explains, "You said you couldn't figure out how to bring it up. So I thought if I bought it as a gift then you two would need to have the conversation."

Brittany lets out a roar of laughter.

"Why are you laughing?" Quinn asks puzzled.

"Is THIS what you thought I meant yesterday when I said I still hadn't told her?" Brittany asks, shaking the box at Quinn.

"Yah...what were you talking about?"

"A baby!" Brittany says hysterically laughing, "I didn't know how to bring up wanting another baby!"

"Oh!" Quinn laughs then points to the box, "Wait, so did you ever talk to her about this?"

"You thought the big secret was a dildo?" Brittany grabs at the changing room curtain, trying to stay upright as the laughter weakens her knees. "I totally forgot about it," she squeaks out.

Quinn laughs, "I can't believe it! A baby...and I thought..." She wipes tears from her eyes and says, "I'll go put this back."

"Wait!" Brittany stops her, "Since we're here we may as well get it."

Quinn nods as she echos her friend's statement, "Well, since we're here, let's buy you a variety of accoutrements."

Brittany looks at her blankly, "Why do I need vegetable sticks?"

"Huh?" says Quinn. "No, not crudites, accoutrements. It's like accessories and stuff you'll need for your play night."

Brittany laughs.

"Dammit B! Why do you do that?"

Brittany grins widely, "It's fun."

As Quinn and Brittany return to the others, they see two men tentatively approaching Santana. Brittany runs over and throws her arms around one of them.

"Kurtsie! How have you been? Where's Blaine?" asks Brittany.

"Good Britt," Kurt returns the hug. "He stayed in New York. He and Rachel have a new show to rehearse. I'm only here for a week."

Quinn catches up and takes in the tall, handsome, blonde before her. "Sam?"

"Hi Quinn."

"What are you doing in Lima? I thought you moved to Seattle?"

"I did. I'm here helping Burt with ideas on renovating their house. Kurt and I were just having a late lunch." Sam points to Kelly, "Is she yours or theirs?"

"My daughter Kelly," Quinn says, pulling the back of the Snuggli a little to give him a peek.

"She's beautiful," Sam smiles, "and, you...you look great."

Brittany is bouncing up and down, "You guys have to come over for dinner!"

"Sure Britt," Kurt says, "Just let us know when."

Brittany turns to her wife who nods immediately, "Tonight? 7:00?"

"I'll bring the wine," Kurt offers.

"Actually, we're not drinking tonight," Brittany says.

"Britt, it's okay, you guys can drink," Quinn says feeling guilty that they won't drink because of her.

"No Q, not because you're nursing," Santana explains. "We don't drink if we have the kids unless one of our parents is there to keep an eye on them."

"Satan as a responsible parent?" Kurt quips, "Never thought I'd see the day."

Santana whips her head toward him and Kurt flinches back.

Quinn scolds quickly, "Kurt, do not call her that, especially with her kids in earshot."

Brittany is ready to place a calming hand on her wife's arm but she hears Santana quietly say, "It's okay, Q. Kurt hasn't seen me since graduation." Everyone stares at Santana - Kurt, Sam and Quinn with disbelief; Brittany with pride.

Kurt stutters, "I'm sorry. I-I-I didn't -"

Santana interrupts with a smile, "It's okay. We'll see you guys tonight."

"Yes, tonight." replies Kurt.

Sam and Kurt watch as the girls walk away.

"I didn't expect that," says Kurt, still flustered.

"Yah. Didn't expect that," Sam says as his gaze stays fixed on Quinn's retreating form.

Kurt looks over at him, then over to Quinn, "She's married. To Puck."

"I know, I know," Sam says nodding his head, "But, she looks amazing."

Santana is driving the family to the grocery store with Brittany in the passenger seat.

"I'm so proud of you," beams Brittany rubbing her thumb gently against the exposed skin at the back of Santana's neck

Santana looks over at her and nods, "I'm proud of me, too. But, it's true, he doesn't know me anymore."

"He's going to love the real you," chimes in Quinn, "We all do."

Santana's eyes connect with her friends through the rear view mirror, "Thanks...So, Q, what was up with you drooling over Trouty Mouth?"

Brittany snickers at the old nickname but Quinn scolds, "Santana, I thought we just established that we aren't who were were in high school?"

Santana rolls her eyes and looks at Brittany who shrugs and nods. "You're right, you're right. So, what was up with you drooling over Sam?"

"I wasn't drooling."

"You were undressing him with your eyes," says Brittany.

"I was not...Okay, I was," admits Quinn. "But, didn't he look really good?"

"Yah, actually, he aged really well," agrees Brittany.

"He's our age Britt," says Quinn.

"I agree with B. He looks more mature now. Like he grew into his face."

"Santana," scolds Quinn again.

"What? I wasn't being mean," explains Santana. "and, he dresses better."

Brittany asks, "What does he do?"

"He said something about renovating Burt's house," answers Quinn.

Brittany suggests, "Maybe he's an architect or carpenter?"

"I'd go with carpenter. Those weren't the arms of an architect," says Quinn.

Santana watches Quinn in her rear view mirror and shakes her head. She turns to Brittany who mouths, "She's lonely." Santana agrees but mouths, "She's married."

"I can see you two," Quinn announces as she turns to look out the window. Her friends mumble apologies.

They reach the store and Brittany offers to wait in the car with the kids. She watches as the two girls grab a wagon and rush into the store. I hope tonight goes well. Sam was drooling over Quinn, too. But she's married. I don't think she would ever cheat on Puck. Would she? No. Though she did cheat a lot in high school. No, no. That's not fair. We all agreed that we aren't who we were in high school. But...San did refer to Sam as Trouty Mouth before she got scolded and I did laugh the same as I would have as a teenager. Uh-oh.

Brittany pulls out her phone and types a text to Puck.

Hi Puck! We miss you. Quinn misses you. Are you enjoying flight training?

DELETE

Hi! We all miss you. Please call Quinn.

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Please call Quinn. She misses you. :o)

SEND

Brittany and Quinn are in the kitchen getting dinner ready and Santana is upstairs bathing the twins when the doorbell rings. "What time is it?" asks Brittany, busily slicing onions.

"It's only 5:30," responds Quinn. "I'll see who it is." Quinn checks her hair in the hall mirror and wipes her hands on the apron. She looks through the peep hole and throws the door open.

"Hi."

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