November 12th 2018

"Santana put that down! I told you I'd get it." Brittany scolded, removing the frying pan from the other girl's grasp. Santana stared at the blonde, her teeth grinding together in annoyance.

"I wish you'd stop that." Her voice was cold and sharp; her eyes mirrored her tone causing Brittany to turn from the sink after dumping the pan into soapy water.

"Babe, you're about a month away from having our baby. The most work I want you to be doing is sitting and eating."

"Don't you understand how depressed that is making me?" Santana shouted throwing her hand out in front of her. Brittany took a timid step backwards at the sudden outburst. Santana huffed out a ragged breath and rubbed her brow in exhaustion. "I can't just sit around and do nothing. I feel pathetic; I'm not incapable Brittany. Let me do stuff."

Brittany stuck her bottom lip out a little and Santana swore her eyes widened to puppy dog extremity. But she didn't care, she was pissed off. Everyone was fussing about her, telling her to do things that she blatantly didn't want to do. She ran a trembling hand through raven locks and turned to walk from the room.

Brittany's eyes were downcast; it felt like she'd been stabbed in the heart.

"I just don't want you to get hurt."

"I'm gonna get hurt Britt!" Santana snapped, spinning on her heal. "There's gonna be a baby, the size of a freaking thanksgiving turkey coming out of my vagina! That is the definition of pain, okay? You cannot stop me getting hurt, you can't wrap me in bubble wrap and put me in a padded room, lock the door and throw away the key, you can't do that."

Brittany walked purposefully towards her girlfriend coming to a halt mere centimeters from her. She looked down into Santana's eyes and Santana stared back. These eyes, they weren't the ones she was used to. These were the ones from high school; they were guarded, angry, hurting. She knew them all too well; the way the light only reflected emptiness, the way the hazel flecks disappeared, getting lost in a pool of dull pain.

"I'm not ridding you of your rights, Santana. I'm not society, you need to accept that you need help."

"I don't need any fucking help. What gives you the impression that I need help? I don't remember asking for it, I don't remember doing anything that even initiated needing help. You need to back off Brittany." Santana growled through clenched teeth, her eyes drilling into Brittany's slowly chilling, ice blue ones.

"You need to stop acting like a ridiculous child, Santana." Brittany sniped back, causing Santana's jaw to drop. Brittany's nose flared as anger rose within her, she could feel the blood burning hot in her veins. "You need to accept the help that is being offered to you because believe it or not, you need it. You try to do all this crap on your own, Santana, your due date is 5 weeks away and you have pre eclampsia –"

"Stop blaming the fucking pre eclampsia, Jesus Christ! Brittany, you need to back the hell off okay? Because wow, right now it feels like you're suffocating me with chloroform or some shit. I swear you're killing me, why the hell can't you let me just cook my own damn food? Why can't I get dressed myself? Yeah, sure I know I need you to put my socks on for me because my stomach is like a freaking mountain and there is no way in hell I can reach my damn feet, but Britt, where did my individuality go?" Santana yelled back, both girls clearly fuming. Brittany's cheeks flushing a bright pink, the colour deepening as Santana went on.

"Are you done?" The blonde's voice was quiet, delicate, almost like the quite before the storm. This is when Santana was scared of Brittany the most. Santana swallowed thickly and shook her head.

"Actually no, you know what, I'm really glad Lucy's at Tina's right now because if she saw us acting like this," Santana gestured up and down Brittany's body before waving her hand dismissively. "She'd be absolutely terrified."

"Well I'm pretty sure you started it Santana." Brittany shook her head, aggravated at the smaller girl standing before her. Santana laughed dryly turning around before spinning back to face her again.

"I thought you were the one telling me to stop acting like a child, Brittany? You know what? I need to leave." Santana pushed away from Brittany, throwing her hands up in defeat, leaving the kitchen. Brittany growled, deep within her throat and stomped after the girl.

"You can't leave! Not on your own." Brittany cringed, she knew Santana was ready with a comeback but she couldn't leave, what if something happened? Santana continued moving through the apartment towards their bedroom, one hand on her stomach, she felt a little uncomfortable, but that wasn't anything unusual.

"I can do whatever the fuck I like!" Santana laughed, almost madly. Brittany frowned, suddenly feeling like a victim.

"Please Santana, just sit with me." Brittany stood at the frame of the door while Santana struggled to pull on a pair of Uggs.

"I need to get some air Britt." Brittany felt a little relief flood over her when she registered the calm, quiet of Santana's voice. "I feel suffocated in here." Santana pulled up after completing what seemed to be like an impossible task.

"I don't want you to go out on your own."

"Yeah," Santana's harsh tone was back. "Well, we all know that you can't always get what you want." Santana gave a patronizing smirk before hauling herself off the bed and grabbing her coat, sucking in a silent breath when pain struck low in her stomach. She turned so Brittany wouldn't see, it didn't matter anyway, it soon passed.

"God! Please just stop." Brittany stormed after the girl as she walked towards the apartment door. "Would you think about someone else but yourself for once?" Santana stopped abruptly; she stopped so quickly that Brittany almost crashed into her back.

"You don't think I care about this baby? You don't think I care about you, about Lucy?" Santana turned to face Brittany, a menacing look that was so terrifying crossing her features. "I did this for us. I care so much about all of you and you have the nerve to call me selfish?" Brittany sunk back into herself. Santana shook her head, a sad sigh escaping her lips. "Well, thanks." She opened the door. "I'm going to call by Quinn's, so if I'm not back until late, that's where I'll be."

The door slammed and Brittany thought her heart was going to fall out of her chest. They'd never argued, not like that. Brittany knew Santana wasn't to blame, but she wasn't fully responsible either. She rested her back against the door and slid down to the ground, pulling her knees to her chest. She let tears fall down her cheeks and she didn't bother trying to hide them or wipe them away.

Santana was still sour; as soon as she made it out the door she was thankful for the crisp, cool air that washed over her, refreshing her, clearing her senses. She closed her eyes and took in a deep breath, letting it spill from her lips and watching it turn a silver steam in the November air.

She stuffed her hands in her pockets and set off down the sidewalk, she moved slowly, sticking close to the walls of the buildings just incase she needed to stop and take a break. The wind swept through her hair effortlessly, she liked the cold, as much as she complained about it, she really did. The snow was her favourite.

The darkness dawned upon her faster than she had time to reason with and then the numb feeling followed. Before she could catch her breath, the stabbing pain hit. It felt like she was being tore apart from the inside out, like someone had stuck the knife into her stomach and twisted until it was stuck. The air left her lungs; it felt like someone was pounding her head with a mallet. And then her legs gave way.

And then there was nothing.

Wow, hi. I'm really sorry for the wait. I am trying I swear, so I thought I'd be nice and give you a cliffhanger. Thank you so much for your reviews, they're so wonderful!