Chapter 26
Brittany groaned as she rolled over on the bed, burying her face further into her pillow. She blindly reached to the other side of the bed only to find it cold. The blonde shot her head up and looked over at the other side to find it empty, obviously. But what scared Brittany the most was that the room didn't look familiar.
Brittany clearly remembered tucking Santana in, placing a kiss on her forehead and then cuddling into her. Sure she didn't really pay attention to Santana's room most of the time, but this definitely wasn't her's.
Did she seriously go off and end up in someone else's house. Without further inspection, Brittany hopped out of the bed, thankful that her clothes were intact, and headed towards the door. As she entered the hallway she looked around curiously. This definitely wasn't Santana's house. Confused, she walked down inspecting the doors. As she reached the end of the hallway she found the stairs.
Taking one more look around the hall Brittany began to descend them. As she took a step down she stopped to look at a picture hanging on the wall. It was a picture of two young girls. The first one looked like a carbon copy of Brittany in her younger years, while the other girl looked exactly like a young Santana or Sophia. Their arms wrapped tightly around each other and their faces beaming at the camera.
Officially freaked out, Brittany sped further down the steps, making sure to not look at any of the other pictures. As she reached the bottom she heard a giggle. Brittany paused and headed toward the source. As she walked further down she noticed a kitchen. Brittany cautiously headed in the room.
"Mommy!" A voice squealed. Brittany looked over to the person and saw the young looking version of herself beaming at her. The Santana look-a-like smiled at her stirring her cereal in her bowl.
"Hey mom!" The younger Santana beamed.
Brittany took a step back, before looking over her shoulder. Maybe they were talking to someone else. But the two girls seemed to be looking at her expectantly. "Look kids, I don't know who your mommy is, but it isn't me."
The two girls shared a look, before giggling. The young blonde scooping a spoonful of her Reese's Puffs, and shoving them in her mouth, giggled again and jumped in her seat, "Of course you're our mom silly!" She swung her feet in her chair and began to hum. Brittany recognized the tune as 'Pour Some Sugar on Me', and she took another step back.
"Clearly I'm drunk or having a really bad hangover." Brittany mumbled to herself, holding her head. Both of the girls began to stuff cereal in her faces, seeming to go into their own world. Brittany sighed as she turned towards the cupboards. Clearly this was some sort of sick joke. Maybe she needed some coffee to wake herself up. Yes she was even that desperate to get out of this nightmare, that she would drink that black charcoal.
As Brittany opened the first cupboard she only saw plates. Figuring that if this person, whoever lived here, was smart enough they would put the cups right next to it. Brittany took that chance and opened the next cupboard. Sighing in relief when she found the cups.
Brittany took the first mug that she found and placed it on the counter. As she inspected it, she noticed the words 'Best Mom'. Brittany snorted and turned it over; almost dropping it went she saw the picture. Brittany's arms were placed around both of the little girls at the kitchen table. Both of the girls were smiling in the picture, and Brittany had never seen a picture were she looked that happy.
Okay, clearly she was drunk or high, or someone was playing a really good prank on her. As Brittany went to run another hand through her hair, she froze, feeling her hair tangle in something. As Brittany brought her hand down, she noticed something gleaming.
Brittany felt as if all the air was sucked out of her, a wedding ring. Oh hell no, what even happened? Did Brittany fall into a coma and woke up to this kind of future? What bothered Brittany even more was that even though she was freaked out, a part of her couldn't help but smile at the mug and the ring. It was nice, the diamond shone brightly back as if responding to her smile.
Shaking it off, Brittany placed the mug back on the counter, looking around to see if there was any coffee. Just as she was about to call out to the kids, she heard footsteps. Brittany kept her gaze on the counter afraid that this person, her husband she assumed, would be someone she didn't want. What if it was Puckerman or worse, Hudson? Brittany didn't like this situation already; she wanted to go back in time, to Santana and Quinn, hell even Rachel.
The little girls squealed yet again, probably preparing to greet the other parent. "Mami!" One of them exclaimed. Wait, mami?
Brittany froze, confused. She was about to turn around but then she felt a pair of arms wrap around her waist. They felt familiar. Then she felt it, a pair of lips were placed on her neck. She definitely recognized those lips. To confirm her suspicions she turned around in the person's arms. "Santana?" Brittany breathed. The girl looked exactly the same, seeming to not have aged a day.
"Morning baby." Santana murmured, placing her lips on the blonde's. Brittany easily kissed back, melting into the embrace. As soon as it started, however, it was over. Santana pulled away with a pop and a smile. "I thought you had work early." She stated, nuzzling her nose with Brittany's, her eyes still closed.
Brittany pulled back slightly, "Work? Santana, I'm glad to see you, but you don't understand. This isn't your house."
Santana chuckled, playing along, "Yeah baby, it's our house."
Brittany's eyes widened. "O-our house? You don't get it Tana; there are kids in this house."
Santana laughed and turned her head to said kids. "Kids, is mommy being silly?"
"Yeah," The young brunette giggled, "mommy is saying she isn't our mommy." She turned to the young blonde and they giggled.
"Because I'm not!" Brittany exclaimed, pulling out of Santana's embrace.
"Baby," Santana laughed, "don't freak them out. She's kidding guys, mommy's just being silly." Santana wrapped her arm around Brittany's waist, and placed a kiss on the underside of her jaw. "I'm glad you decided to be with me this morning."
"But I-" Brittany said weakly, not understanding what was happening.
Santana pulled away, still holding the blonde, and smiled at her, "How about I take the girls to school, and then I show you how happy I am that you took some time away from the studio for me." She purred.
Brittany's brows furrowed, "Studio?"
Santana let out a chuckled, but she began to look worried, "Yeah baby, dance studio, the one that you own."
"Own?" Brittany mumbled in surprise.
"Yeah babe, is everything okay? I can call Rachel to take in the girls and we can go to the doctor." Santana began to soothingly run her hands up and down Brittany's waist.
"I uh-No, everything's fine." She concluded, she might as well play along.
Santana smiled softly at her and placed a lingering kiss on her lips, "Mmm, so when I come back, you're in for it." She lightly squeezed Brittany's ass and pulled away.
"I y-yeah, oh-okay." Brittany stuttered.
Santana smiled and pulled her arms off of Brittany heading to the girls. "Hey girls, why don't you say bye to mommy?"
Both of them smiled and ran over to Brittany, wrapping their arms on her legs. "Bye mommy!" Brittany bent down to hug them both, and the young blonde placed a kiss on her cheek.
"Love you!" The brunette said, placing a sloppier kiss on the other cheek.
"Yeah," Brittany replied shell-shocked, "you too." She squeezed both of them, and then let them go; watching as they scampered off, bowls still on the table.
"Hey! Sugar what did I say about running in the kitchen?" Santana yelled after the brunette, Brittany froze and looked over at Santana. "You too, Charlie!" Santana turned back to Brittany and smiled. "Kids, what are we gonna do with them?"
"Nanny 911?" Santana giggled and walked back to Brittany, placing a kiss on her forehead.
"I love you so much." She whispered on the top of the blonde's head.
Brittany was still trying to comprehend everything that was happening, but no matter how confused she was, this was one thing she was sure of, "I love you too." She smiled. Then a ringing sounded off.
Brittany's eyes flew open and she shot straight up. Her eyes frantically searching around the room, only to realize that it was Santana's. Relief and a hint of disappointment filled her body as she looked at the familiar walls.
The blonde looked over to the other side of the bed to find it empty. Figuring that Santana was getting dressed or getting a shower. Brittany looked at the clock to see that it read 7:30; she let out a sigh as she stretched. Once she intertwined her fingers she immediately noticed that there was nothing scraping against her hand. No wedding ring. Yet again, Brittany didn't know if she was relieved or disappointed, and it scared her.
As Brittany got out of the bed and started to head for the door, realization hit her. She had a dream, about having a family with Santana. Brittany never had those dreams about anyone, let alone Santana. And that was when she realized how freaked out the dream left her. Brittany shook her head as she opened the bedroom door. Just act natural, pretend the dream never happened.
As she reached the kitchen, however, it seemed to be better thought then done. Santana was setting plates on the table, and putting dishes in the sink. Yep, definitely easier thought then done.
As if sensing her presence, Santana looked up and smiled. "Hey." She greeted softly.
"Um, hey." Brittany replied, feeling anxious.
"Sleep well?" She asked, with a soft expression on her face.
Brittany's eyes shot over to the table, "Slept great." Her voice cracked. Santana laughed, "Is anyone else home?" Brittany didn't ask if Santana's parents were home, specifically, because she was still afraid that those kids would pop out of somewhere.
"Nope, parents are at work. Just you and me." Santana walked towards Brittany ready to wrap her arms around her waist, but Brittany quickly grabbed her hands. "Britt?"
"Your hands are just so soft." Brittany said with a nervous smile. She lifted Santana's hands up, inspecting them. No ring, everything was normal so far. She looked up to see Santana giving her a curious stare, so Brittany raised Santana's hands to her lips and pressed a quick kiss on them. "So what's for breakfast?"
Brittany walked cautiously through the front doors, looking around at the school. Everything seemed normal, breakfast went fine, the drive to school was good, but Brittany still had that nagging feeling in her mind. "Hey space cadet."
Brittany looked over to Santana, "Sorry," she muttered sheepishly.
"You've been out of it all morning, is everything okay?" Santana asked, gently taking her hand.
"Everything's perfect, Lopez." Brittany teased, but still felt nervous, as if Santana could sense what she was thinking.
"Well good, Pierce." Santana teased back, a grin plastered on her face.
"Morning Brittany and bestie." Rachel said with a bright smile as she walked up to them.
"Hey Rach." Santana greeted happily. Rachel looked over at Brittany expectantly.
"Yeah, hey." She muttered distractedly.
Rachel's face scrunched up, but decided not to question her, "So I just wanted to let you two know, that not only do we have rehearsal, we have booty camp. We've got to get in our best shape for Regionals this weekend."
"Why did we just start booty camp this week then?" Brittany questioned.
"Well if you must know, Mr. Shuester has been busy with his personal affairs. He and Miss. Pillsbury are discussing wedding plans; well that's what I've heard. So he was quite distracted, which I must say is very unprofessional of him. When I become a famous Broadway star, I will be keeping my personal and professional life, absolutely separate." Rachel rambled.
Brittany was however, still in shock. "M-marriage? That's a little soon don't you think, they are pretty young right? I mean-"
"Britt," Santana laughed, "relax. It's not like it's you." She teased, bumping her shoulder against Brittany's, oblivious to her distress.
"Yeah not me, definitely not me. I'm way too young for that!" Brittany rambled. Santana and Rachel looked at her for a minute, before shrugging it off.
"Alright, I just wanted to inform you, see you gals at lunch?" Rachel questioned with a grin.
Brittany snorted, "Who says gals?" Which promptly received an elbow to her gut. "I mean, yeah, see you." Rachel smiled and walked off.
Santana reached down for Brittany's hand and intertwined their fingers. "So are you sure you're fine? I mean you got a little crazy about that wedding thing."
Brittany pulled Santana along in the hallway, "Well I mean, I'm not ready for marriage, y'know? I'm totally fine though, nothing out of the ordinary."
Santana grinned, "Okay. But hey don't worry about the marriage thing; I don't want to get married till I'm like 30 or something."
"Really?"
Santana nodded, "Totally."
Brittany relaxed, but couldn't help but feel a tightening in her chest, "Okay good, we're on the same page."
Santana smiled as they reached her locker, "Yup."
"She wasn't weird at all this morning to you?"
"Rachel, I talked to her and the whole marriage talk freaked her out."
"Well how do you feel about that?"
Santana watched as Brittany got their lunch, picking up extra napkins. "Well-I agree." Rachel looked at her, "I mean I don't want to get married in high school."
"Who does?" Rachel giggled.
"Yeah." Santana replied offhandedly.
"Did she say something?"
"No it's just, she seems like genuinely freaked out. Like the idea of marriage isn't even her future."
"So?"
"Well what if one day-" Santana pauses.
Rachel stares at her for a moment before her jaw drops, "So you've thought about getting married?" Santana bit her lip, "To her?" Rachel exclaimed.
Santana shot her a look, "Keep your voice down Rach. And I fantasized it a while ago like way before we started dating or doing anything. You just sort of fantasize marrying someone and Brittany in my mind looked good in a white dress. I mean what teenage girl hasn't fantasized about their wedding?"
"Apparently her." Santana gave her another look, "What? It's true. And look I'm not saying that it would be weird for you to imagine marrying her, it's just, she doesn't seem like the marrying type. Or the domestic type."
"I thought you two were friends?"
"We are which is why I'm telling you this." Santana watches her carefully, "Look, Brittany adores you, which is great. Cause if you're happy, so am I. But it doesn't really seem plausible for you two to be together after high school. So I was merely stating that it is a little odd to be fantasizing about marrying someone that probably won't marry you or anyone really." Rachel finished softening the blow.
"Okay can we stop with this marriage talk?" Rachel looked at Santana surprised, but instantly shut up as the rest of the glee club sat down.
"Hey." Brittany greeted softly as she sat down next to Santana, "Is everything okay?"
Santana looked back at Brittany and plastered a smile on her face, "It's great."
"I wanna dance with somebody! I wanna feel the heat with somebody!" Santana threw her head back in laughter as Brittany twirled her around, singing obnoxiously loud. She pulled Santana closer, grinding her hips into the brunette's, which only caused her to laugh harder.
Santana loved glee; it was one of the best parts of her day. Because that was when Brittany was a true dork and Santana loved every part of it.
"Okay!" Mr. Shue said with a clap. "It's time to get down and dirty, we're gonna be shaking our groove thangs!"
"Wanky." Brittany muttered under her breath.
"Ladies," Mr. Shue gestured to the rows. Santana sighed and pulled Brittany to the chairs, only to have Brittany sit down and pull Santana on top of her. Santana squealed and Brittany easily wrapped her arms around Santana's waist. "Okay, so Regionals is this weekend." The glee club let out a cheer. "Which means, drum roll Sam!" Sam began to pat his binder. "It's booty camp time!" That elicited groans from most of the members. "Guys, come on! This'll be a great experience and a great time to get our booties in shape!"
"I'm down Mr. S." Artie stated from the front row. Brittany began to rub circles on Santana's thigh.
"Good! See that's the enthusiasm we need! We're gonna need it especially with our great choreographers Mike and Brittany!" Santana leaned her head back on Brittany's shoulder and smiled proudly.
"Totally Mr. S, Chang and I got this." Mike gave a nod of approval from his seat in the back.
"Great!" He said with a smile, "And guys I'm sorry that I haven't been focused lately. It's just Emma and I have been making some wedding plans." The glee club cheered and Santana waited for Brittany to stiffen but only felt her press a kiss to her head.
"It's alright Mr. S, cause it's given us time to get that wow factor." Santana looked at Brittany and smiled, surprised. "Mike and I have a little something worked out." Santana looks curiously at Brittany.
"You do?" She mutters.
"Absolutely." Brittany mumbles back, a smirk on her face. Brittany carefully places Santana on the seat next to her and stands up. "Chang, get your hot skinny, dancer's ass up here." Santana smiled.
Mike quickly stood up, "We've been working on this for a few weeks now," Brittany nodded, "we came in during our free period, so it might be a little new."
"Hit it!" Brittany said confidently.
The band began to play.
As the music plays Mike grins and dances over to Brittany easily picking her up and spinning her around. Brittany grips his shoulders and throws her head back, before being placed back on the ground. Both of them begin to kick their feet out to the beat, as Mike heads to the center of the room.
[Mike]
I've been working so hard
I'm punching my card
Eight hours for what?
Oh, tell me what I got
He does a couple of spins and does a flip, which elicits a cheer from around the room. Brittany claps her hands as she dances to the center with Mike.
I've got this feeling
That time's just holding me down
I'll hit the ceiling or else I'll tear up this town
Tonight I gotta cut
Mike takes Brittany's hands and spins her, so Brittany's back is on his front and they dance. Soon after, Brittany spins back around and they both begin to kick their feet out, still holding hands and facing each other.
Loose, footloose kick off your Sunday shoes
Please, Louise pull me off a my knees
Jack, get back c'mon before we crack
Lose your blues everybody cut footloose
Mr. Shue grins as he watches them execute the dance moves from the infamous movie. Mike shuffles back to the center, doing some of his intricate moves that make him look like there are no bones in his body. The glee club goes crazy.
And you're playing so cool
Obeying every rule
I dig a way down in your heart
You're burning, yearning for songs
Brittany goes to the center showing off her skills, and ending with her doing the splits, which gets some of the kids out of their seats.
Somebody to tell you
That life ain't passing you by
I'm trying to tell you
It will if you don't even try
You can fly if you'd only cut
Most of the kids pair up and try to emulate what they saw, they weren't as graceful, but they got the basics. Santana and Artie watched from the front row.
Loose, footloose kick off your Sunday shoes
Oowhee, Brittany shake it, shake it for me
Brittany smirks playfully and shakes her butt to Mike.
[Brittany]
Whoa, Mike c'mon, c'mon let's go
Mike does a couple of spins and then takes Brittany's hands.
[Mike]
Lose your blues everybody cut footloose
The whole room begins to sing along with the song, while copying the moves Brittany and Mike are doing.
Cut footloose
Cut footloose
Cut footloose
Brittany slides up to Rachel taking her hands and spinning her around. Rachel throws her head back in laughter.
We got to turn me around
And put your feet on the ground
Now take a hold of the phone
Whoa, I'm turning it loose
Santana grins as she watches Brittany try to teach Rachel the moves. But her kicks are off time with Brittany's. Brittany swings Rachel's hands from side to side and then spins her to Quinn.
Loose, footloose kick off your Sunday shoes
Please, Louise pull me off a my knees
Jack, get back c'mon before we crack
Lose your blues now everybody cut footloose
Brittany shuffles to the front row and Santana smiles as Brittany tugs on Artie's hand, wheeling him forward and dancing with him.
Loose, footloose kick off your Sunday shoes
Please, Louise pull me off a my knees
Jack, get back c'mon before we crack
Lose your blues
After a few more moments Brittany shuffles over to Santana and pulls her off her feet. Spinning her around and showing her the moves.
Everybody cut everybody cut
Everybody cut everybody cut
Everybody cut everybody cut
Everybody everybody cut footloose
The song ends and everybody cheers and throws their arms around each other, and Mr. Shue stands up to clap. "Excellent! Mike, Brittany that was fantastic! Wait to bring back the classics! That's exactly what we need for Regionals!" The glee club begins to take their seats except for Brittany and Mike. "Wasn't that great guys?" The glee club cheers again.
"Thanks Mr. Shue." Brittany grins. Mike smiles and places his arm around Brittany. Santana is surprised to see her put her arm around his waist in return. How long had they been working together? Can an hour and thirty minutes every other day really make people that close? Well they did have a common love for dancing.
"Although I think we might use some easier dance numbers." Mr. Shue states sheepishly. Brittany smiles and nods.
"Brittany, I must say I am impressed with your song selection. I was thinking that you would go along the lines of some song by a famous grunge band."
Brittany chuckles, "It was all Asian Sensations idea here." Brittany rubs his stomach and Mike laughs shoving her hand off.
"Don't be so modest Britt, she knew all the choreography."
"That's cause it's a-"
"Classic." They finished together with a laugh. Brittany bumped his hip and he bumped her's in return.
"I do love Footloose though." Mike says with a grin.
"Well I can't wait to see how you guys will handle Booty Camp." The two grin at each other and take a seat next to their significant others.
Santana is exhausted to say the least; Brittany and Mike are dancing dictators. Fabulous but terrifying. She's pretty sure she will need to take a bath full of ice cubes. Brittany catches up to her as if she wasn't affected at all by Booty Camp.
"Hey." She grins.
"Hey." Santana breathes.
"I hope that I lived up to your expectations." Brittany teased.
"Are you kidding, I can't feel my legs."
"I'll carry you." Before Santana can protest, Brittany has her in her arms. Santana laughs, but leans her head on Brittany's shoulder.
"So you and Mike are close." Santana stated as they headed to the parking lot.
"Mhmm," Brittany hums, "that's what endless hours of choreography does to people."
Santana smiled, "Yeah, I mean all that practice, and having to touch each other."
"You aren't jealous, are you?" Brittany questioned, a sly smile appearing on her face.
"Well dancing can be intimate."
"Only with the right person." Brittany said, looking into Santana's eyes. Santana smiled softly and blushed. "Besides, Mike and I are totally taken."
Santana grinned as they reached Faye's car. Brittany opened the passenger's door and set Santana down and then headed to her side. As Brittany got ready to start the engine, Santana finally asked her burning question. "How do you really feel about marriage?"
Brittany froze, "I-what?"
Santana turned crimson, "I mean, wow that was worded terribly. It's just, this morning you were so freaked out by the idea of it. I just want to know how you feel about it."
Brittany laughed nervously, "Listen Santana, I was being a total space cadet this morning. And I was just freaked out about this dream I had, so I was acting distant. I'm definitely not thinking of marriage now. I'm way too young." Brittany paused, "I'm not like that typical school girl that keeps her mother's bridal magazines, or makes scrapbooks about her future wedding. I kind of just let what happens, happen. I don't worry too much about my future."
Santana nodded, "Me too. Sorry that I sprung that on you. It's just Rachel said things like how you would never get married or that you hated the idea. And I just wanted to know, y'know?"
Brittany smirked, "I do, of course Berry would be the one to say that. I'm just gonna be in the present, and whatever the future holds, well I'll cross that bridge when that comes. Besides we're only juniors."
Santana let out a breath of relief, "Yeah, I just wanna focus on the present."
"You can still fantasize about me in a wedding dress though, or maybe a suit, I totally look hot in those." Brittany said thoughtfully.
Santana blushed, "In your dreams." Brittany blushed too, oh if only you knew.
A/N: Hey! Sorry I haven't updated in a while, this is my last week of school so I was busy. My sister's heading off to college, so I have been spending time with her, and my final exams are this week. I've gotten 2 done, so 5 to go! Also Glee finale sucked, but Vanessa is my favorite, and I'm having crazy Heya feels. Also next chapter will be better, promise! Cause it's Regionals!
I might update the THG fic next, or this one again, depends on my mood, or what I'm feeling. (Kind of the same thing)
Also since FF is being weird lately, I got a livejournal account, the link is in my profile page so if any of my stories ever get deleted, I'll post them there.
One more thing, just a general consensus, Quitt/Fierce or Pieberry/Brittberry? (Won't have anything to do with this so don't worry ;)
Thanks for sticking with me! You guys are the best.
Song:
Footloose- Kenny Loggins