A/N: Here we have the epilogue…

I've made the gaps in between each part untitled because I want the readers to figure out where/what stage of their lives Brittana are at. So what I mean is that there are time gaps, but you don't really know how big the gaps are.


"Sooo what now?"

Blonde hair is partially draped over my naked shoulders as I cuddle into Brittany's boobs. I'm listening to her heartbeat as I wait for a response. After our super hot sex marathon, I'm wondering what will happen next. I'd totally be down for staying in this bed forever. Brittany seems to have other plans, however.

"Well I was thinking that we should go on a date. Seeing as we are soulmates after all." Brittany teases with an eyebrow wiggle. "And after that, we could hit some clubs and then have some seriously hot strap-on sex."

Again with the strap on sex…

God, you'd think this girl would have other things on her mind after defeating the world's biggest bastard. Still, her words make me smile like a high schooler and it does sound like a pretty good plan.

"But I'm not 21 yet… And my fake ID was destroyed in the Hive 5 HQ fire, remember?" I frown.

I freaking miss that ID too. I've not been drunk in a long time. I could totally do with it.

"We don't have to be in America to go out, silly. You're with me now. Remember?" Brittany smirks that 'Im so awesome, how could you forget?' smirk and I've pretty much become immune to it.

"How could I forget?" I reply sarcastically, which earns a giggle from Brittany.

"You don't have to be 21 in Europe. We could go out there if you wanted. I know all the best clubs." Brittany says.

"Oh well aren't you a total badass." I respond, biting my bottom lip and hiding my smile.

"Your dimples are really pretty when you do that." Brittany says, gently caressing my cheek.

Brittany is momentarily distracted and she causes me to blush. Damn her. "And I totally am a badass. A sexy one at that." Brittany continues.

"Whatever." I roll my eyes. "What did you have planned for today then? I don't think I can leave Juicy just yet." I say, as I look at our puppy curled up asleep in her bed on the floor.

"I'm sure she'll be fine on her own for a few hours." Brittany says. "Or days…" she adds under her breath.

Unfortunately for her, I overhear her little comment and slap her on the shoulder. Hard.

"Oww!" Brittany pouts whilst rubbing her shoulder.

"She's your puppy too! She loves you." I say.

How can Brittany dislike someone as cute as Juicy?

"She still shakes when I walk into the room… And growls. She does not like me." Brittany responds grumpily.

"Well you are kinda rough with her. Plus there's the fact you're never nice about her. Dogs are smarter than you think." I explain.

Just because Juicy can't talk doesn't mean that I shouldn't stick up for her.

"It's a dog. She can't understand me. She doesn't let me touch you. I don't like her." Brittany frowns again.

"So you didn't touch me during that orgasm you gave me not so long ago? I'm pretty sure you did." I wriggle my fingers as an example.

Brittany smiles and sucks her lips into her mouth. She reaches down my body and gives my ass a gentle squeeze and places her lips against my neck for a small wet kiss.

"Well yeah… but we had to wait for her to fall asleep. You know what I'm like Santana; I hate waiting. I have like, no patience whatsoever." Brittany tries to defend herself.

"Oh honey, you don't need to tell me that." I tease.

The kisses on my neck stop immediately. I feel a sharp nip.

"Did you just bite me!?" I ask, slightly outraged.

Even though biting is probably one of my biggest kinks, there's a time and place for everything.

"Maybe." Brittany says, back to the gentle kissing.

She knows what she's doing and I close my eyes as I enjoy the attention.

"I'll let that one slide. Next time you wont be so lucky." I warn.

Brittany smiles against my neck and I just know she's taken my threat lightly. She thinks she's gotten away with it. Who am I kidding? I couldn't act pissy with this girl if I tried. Is this maybe why Brittany is so arrogant?

"What did you have planned for our date?" I ask, hoping for a change in topic. "Are we going out for dinner?"

"Actually I had something a little different planned. I was hoping you could teach me how to cook after our little date. I need to learn eventually." Brittany says.

She does have a point. I don't mind cooking at all. I actually find it therapeutic. And the thought of cooking for someone I love makes it so much better. I'm just glad Brittany's not fussy. I smile at the thought of her wanting me to cook dinner with her when she can easily go to any restaurant in the world if she truly wished.

"That sounds great." I tell her honestly.

All of a sudden, Brittany evaporates herself through her bed and I squeal as I land face first onto her pillow. I hear a snicker behind me as Brittany searches through her closet.

"That was an asshole move. You could have warned me first." I frown.

"It was pretty funny, you have to admit it." Brittany says.

I ignore her comment and look at her bedside desk for a revenge weapon. I find an empty cup. Perfect… I pick it up as quietly as I can and throw it at her.

Unfortunately for me, she catches it without even turning around.

"Think fast." Brittany says and luckily, I manage to duck just in time.

The cup smashes against the wall above her bed. She does all of this without even looking at me once.

"Oops." Brittany says without a care. "You tried though, honey." She teases.

"You could have killed me." I pout.

"Yeah, I doubt that. You'd be the first ever super to die from something pathetic like being destroyed by a tea cup." Brittany turns around and smiles as she hands me an outfit.

I get one last look at her naked body before she puts clothes on herself.

Camo shorts, a green vest and hiking boots is apparently my outfit for today.

"Are we going rock climbing?" I ask.

That sounds pretty fucking awesome, I won't lie.

"Something like that." Brittany beams.


"Oh god, oh god, oh god, oh my god. I am going to die."

"Calm down Santana. I promise you'll be fine. Just open your eyes. It's beautiful." Brittany's relaxed voice says.

I peep one eye open to find Brittany standing inches away from me. The smell of trees and fresh air is thick. I think we are in a forest of some sorts.

"How far up are we? I think I'm struggling to breathe." I panic.

"Like 5 feet above the ground. Just open your eyes. It will be okay." Brittany gives my hands one last squeeze as she lets go.

5 feet doesn't sound too bad. I finally open my eyes after what feels like forever.

"There we go!" Brittany smiles.

I return the gesture and feel pretty proud of myself. "Just don't look down." Brittany continues.

Don't look down? If I'm only 5 feet above the ground, what's the problem? I take a look for myself and nearly pass out at the sight below me.

I cannot see the ground. Not even an inch of earth. Even the trees tops below me look like toothpicks compared to this massive fucker I'm stood on top of.

"I swear to God I could punch you right now." I snarl.

Brittany bites the inside of her mouth. I can tell she's trying not to laugh.

Bitch.

"What did you expect? We are in the Amazon after all." Brittany says calmly, like it's no big fucking deal.

"This is your idea of a romantic date? I thought you knew me better." I argue.

"I do know you. You will enjoy yourself. Do I have to hold your hand?" Brittany asks.

I don't answer - I just grab her hand. Any kind of comfort will do right now.

"We can climb to the top together. I always climb this tree. It's like the perfect climbing tree. You're an acrobat. You're probably better at climbing than me." Brittany explains.

I guess she has a point. The only thing that worries me is the thought of falling. My balance is off the heazy; lets be real, but will my nerves cause me to slip? I just need to get over it.

"Okay, okay. I'm ready." I admit.

"Great." Brittany grins. "Now do you want to go first or shall I?"

"I'll go first. You can stand behind me. If I fall I'm sure you'll catch me." She better do anyway.

"Fine by me." Brittany says. "I get the nice view." She whispers the last part and I don't understand what she means until I climb up the first branch. I actually have to use both of my arms and legs and practically stick my ass out to get to the next branch.

Brittany isn't even paying attention. She's just staring at my ass with the most obvious gaze I've ever seen in my life. Is she for real? Can someone really be so obvious?

Apparently so.

And they come in the form of Brittany S. Pierce.

"Really?" I ask with an eyebrow raised and Brittany finally averts her eyes.

"I can't help it if your ass looks like it was sculpted by the gods." Brittany says.

"You need to learn how to control your leering. It will get us into trouble one day." I inform her.

Brittany scoffs.

"Yeah right, by who?" She asks.

"You never know. It could be anyone. Now tell me where I need to go next." I say, once again changing subject.

Half an hour later, we finally make it to the top. We're both sweaty, our legs are scratched and our clothes have all kinds of stains on them, but it's totally worth it when I see what I'm sure is the reason Brittany brought me here.

I've never seen the sun look so enormous and breathtaking in my life. I'd never have thought I'd be able to look at the sun while it's so big but it's actually pretty relaxing. My eyes don't feel sore at all. Thousands and thousands of trees begin their decent into darkness and I swear I can hear the noises from animals slowly starting to quiet down too.

"I want to watch the sunset with you… All the sunsets. Whatever country we live in, whatever state... " Brittany says bashfully with a blush. The tips of her ears are bright red and I'd love to tease her about it, but now isn't the right time.

Goosebumps erupt all over my skin and I'm not sure whether it's because of the sight in front of me, or because of the sudden drop in temperature.

Brittany is really trying to be romantic and my heart melts at the thought.

"That sounded really crappy, I'm sorry." Brittany mumbles, looking all embarrassed now.

I compose myself and shake my head in disagreement as I place a gentle kiss on her jawline next to her ear.

"This is the most beautiful thing anyone has ever done for me." I can't say it more simply than that.

"Really?" Brittany asks like she's had some serious competition to beat.

"Yeah, no one has ever treated me as amazingly as you do. This is flawless." I smile and lean onto her shoulder.

"This was one of my thinking places when I needed to get away from the world. I always wanted to bring someone I loved here. I never actually thought I'd get to do it. And now here I am. Sitting with the most gorgeous woman I've ever met." Brittany crinkles her nose as she kisses my forehead.

Butterflies erupt in my stomach and fly up through my chest. The hairs on the back of my neck stand on end as I think about what we are to each other. Soulmates... A week ago, I didn't even know these things existed. Is it really true? Are we chosen by fate? Do the gods pair us up?

"Did you get butterflies just then, too?" Brittany asks with a cute little confused face.

I nod my head and I feel like all of my questions are answered.

Fate has definitely played a part in falling in love with Brittany.

Who knows if the Gods pair us up, or we meet by chance? All I know is that the bond we share is one of the most rare and magical types that not a lot of people get to experience.

Brittany unzips her backpack and I'm about to question what she's doing but then I see a Polaroid camera.

"Lean back a little." Brittany says.

I do as asked and lean in closer to her. "Smile, beautiful." Brittany whispers.

I'm caught by surprise with the nickname and I feel like the camera has caught me with the cheesiest grin ever. Brittany grabs the photo that emerges from the camera and shakes it as she waits for the picture to come up.

I gasp in shock as it finally shows up.

The sun has just about faded behind us and we look truly happy... In love. My dimples are showing and it looks like Brittany has just made me laugh because she has a big smile as she watches me with a sense of pride.

"I'm going to make a scrap book of us. I think our first picture is pretty good, don't you?" Brittany raises her eyebrow.

I nod my head against her shoulder and enjoy the peaceful environment around us. Not many chicks can say their lovers have taken them tree climbing in the Amazon forest. I can't believe how lucky I am to have someone like Brittany.

"Mike's going to teach you how to fly a jet, you know? For missions and stuff. Apparently it's no harder driving stick." Brittany says. "You can drive stick, right?"

I nod my head and for once, I'm not actually surprised at the thought of being in such a random and odd situation. Me, flying a jet…? Well, there's weirder crap going on in the world.

"Bring it on." I say and Brittany giggles.

The sun has disappeared and we sit in complete darkness. Brittany smiles and I see a ghost of that sexytimes smirk and I can tell she's thinking of something dirty.

"If you're thinking of having sex in this tree, you better quit it cause it aint happening. Totally ruining the mood." I say.

Brittany pretends to look shocked and laughs.

"I have no idea what you're talking about!" Brittany gasps.

I playfully roll my eyes and wrap my arms around her waist. I couldn't give a damn if we're sat in darkness; anywhere with Brittany is a fun time.

"Come on, we better go home. You have that dinner you're going to cook for me." Brittany stands up and offers me a hand.

I'm about to give her some smack for being so sure of herself, but I'm thrown onto her shoulder and she sprints into super speed before I even have the chance.


"Right there, harder!" I moan against Brittany's neck.

I'm literally so close to com-

"Excuse me ladies, you've been in there quiet some time now." A strict female voice says.

We may or may not have drank our own body weights in alcohol and we may or may not be fornicating in a bathroom cubical of one of the hottest night clubs in Spain.

Brittany removes her hand from my panties and pulls my dress back down. She grumpily pulls her lips away from my neck and rests her forehead on mine.

"I'm pooping! Leave us alone." Brittany shouts.

"Uh huh and I'm the mayor of Coolsville. Get out. Now." The bitch woman says leaving no room for argument.

I sigh as I fix Brittany's bra strap and then see to my hair. Brittany looks at her fingers, which are still covered with my wetness and my lady parts tingle with arousal. I decide to play the teasing game and suck Brittany's fingers in my mouth. I taste pretty good and Brittany's face says everything.

"Home?" she mumbles and I nod my head in agreement.

The first time we have drunk sexy times is certainly going to be interesting.

Brittany stops outside the door and fumbles with the keys, trying to open the door. Clearly in her drunk state, she's having trouble with hand-eye coordination and is getting kind of pissy.

"Let me." I say as I snatch the keys away from her.

I'm hugged from behind as I finally get the key into the door. Just that final push and we're finally inside. I'm thrown onto our bed before I even have time to shut the door. I'm sure Brittany did it on our way here.

I look at Brittany and she's already butt ass naked. I raise my eyebrow as if to say, 'seriously?' and she bites her lip.

"It was hot in that club and you have been teasing me all night and now I've finally got you where I want." Brittany says breathlessly.

"Are you planning on murdering me or something?" I say with a smug smile.

"Nope." Brittany says as she rips off my dress.

Looks like tonight is going to be rough and passionate then.

"I want you so much." I whisper and it drives Brittany crazy.

She bites my lip in excitement and I giggle when she apologizes. Brittany grabs my hand and I'm about to ask what she's doing, but I feel wet heat before I can even speak and I whimper as I realize what she's doing.

"That's how horny you make me." Brittany says, pulling my hand away and wiping my fingers on the bed sheets.

I moan in arousal. That was unexpected which turns me on even more.

I lean back on the bed and Brittany follows with her forehead. She rubs her nose along my neck and places wet kisses.

"You smell so, so good." Brittany says. "Is it weird that the smell of your skin turns me on? Even your armpits do."

"A little."

I've never seen the point in telling Brittany that some of her habits and fetishes are fucking crazy. I love her all the same, so what's the point in telling her?

Brittany can tell I'm lying and giggles against my lips.

"Look at you trying to make me feel all normal." Brittany murmurs against my neck, gently nipping as she pronounces her words.

"You're definitely not normal." I say, leaning my neck to the side to give better access.

Brittany fake gasps and pretends to take offence. She lets out a drunken hiccup before speaking again.

"You're such a bad girl, so mean to me after how good I was to you today. I might just go to sleep and leave you hanging." Brittany says.

"You couldn't go to sleep if you tried. Now hurry up and worship me before I take control. And we both know how much you like to be in charge." I say.

With the tiniest glare ever, Brittany knows she has met her match.

I feel that pang of arousal again and I want nothing more to take me and fuck me like there's no tomorrow.

"You can take me with the strap-on if you'd like." I offer and I chose the wrong moment to ask her because she spits out the water she was drinking everywhere.

"Really? I can? Oh god you're amazing." Brittany says excitedly.

"You're not going to take me with a 12 inch dildo are you? Cause that doesn't sound too fun for me." I say.

I can tell Brittany is one of those chicks who thinks bigger is better.

"Personally, I think you'd like it." Brittany teases. "But no, we're just going for the average sized penis today. We can go bigger once you're ready."

I'm glad that she's actually taking the fact that I haven't had this kind of sex in a very long time. I've only slept with 2 guys and that was in high school. Since then… nothing. I wouldn't have strap on sex with some random chick. This is something I want to do with someone I care about.

"But we both know if I actually had a dick, I'd totally be packing." Brittany says and completely ruins the small ounce of respect I had found in her during sexy times.

"If you had a dick, sexy times wouldn't be happening so yeah, put a pipe in it." I say.

I hear a snicker come from her closet and Brittany shows me the leather strap for around her hips.

"You like?" Brittany asks as she does a small wiggle dance.

"Sure, but I'd like it better on you." I say with a husky voice.

"I'd like it better on me too." Brittany says and all of a sudden she has a purple dido in her hands.

When she got it, I have no idea.

It suddenly hits me that I'm actually about to have sex with a strap on for the first time ever. Brittany seems far too excited and I'm hoping she's going to be gentle.

"Have you ever seen one before? A strap-on?" Brittany asks and I shake my head no. I can feel my cheeks burning and I'm embarrassed because what kind of lesbian hasn't seen a strap on in real life before?

"Hey don't be embarrassed." Brittany says, one hand on my cheek and the other still holding the dildo, which is now centimetres away from my face.

"You're making this so much worse." I say, hiding my face behind my hands.

Brittany realizes what she's doing and apologizes.

"I'll just put it on now then." Brittany says, putting the dildo into its rightful place.

"What'dya think?" Brittany says, giving her hips another wiggle.

I look at her wearing the complete strap-on for the first time and I don't know whether to laugh or jump her.

"Don't you feel embarrassed wearing that? You look funny." I say, giggling and I remember that I've drunk way too much tonight.

This is amusing me way more than it should.

"It's embarrassing at first, but then you get used to it. It makes me feel powerful… Womanly." Brittany explains.

"Womanly?" I ask and Brittany nods her head like it's simple.

"You're wearing a fake dick and it makes you feel womanly?" I ask, shocked by this fact.

"Definitely." Brittany looks a little unsure as to why I'd question this. I roll my eyes and Brittany pushes me onto the bed.

My girlfriend is so fucking weird.

"So how is this going to happen? Do I get to take you from behind? Personally, I think you should ride me." Brittany says with a shrug.

"You're this close from getting a smack." I say, pinching my fingers together and leaving a tiny gap. "You're doing all the work. I'm lying on my back and letting gravity work it's wonders."

"Fine by me." Brittany says and she begins to pepper kisses down my neck again.

She lifts me up for a split second to unhook my bra and flings it across the room.

Brittany licks my collarbone and I moan and god, I know she's just going to tease me and make sure that I beg her to fuck me. She nips my shoulder and kisses downwards till she reaches the top of my boobs.

Brittany's kisses become rougher as she makes her way further down.

Lips are soon replaced with hands and I moan in relief. I always feel like I have small boobs once Brittany holds them because her hands are so big in comparison.

Not that I would ever complain about her hands. I don't think I could live without those crazy long fingers of hers.

Brittany rubs her thumb against my nipple, making sure she turns it into a stiff peak. Once she's sure that she's given one my boobs enough attention, she changes tactic and takes the other by surprise.

There's warmth around my left nipple and I cry out in pleasure, pulling Brittany's face as close to my body as possible.

"Hnnng more…" I whine and almost straight away,

Brittany kisses my other nipple. I scratch down her back in pleasure.

Brittany takes this as a sign to continue that downward journey. I thought that for sure she's try to take me by now. What is she up to?

Wet kisses are scattered all over my stomach and Brittany flicks her tongue against my belly button. Thumbs caress my hips and a kiss is gently placed over my panties. It's not long before they are ripped off completely.

Kisses are making their way down my thighs and I'm pretty sure Brittany is about to eat me out. I feel a ghost of her breath over my pussy, which confirms I'm right.

Brittany doesn't hold back. Lips are placed onto my pussy and I can actually hear the wet sound of kisses.

"Oh god!" I cry out.

I pull Brittany as close as possible again and she flicks her tongue at a ravenous pace against my clit. I don't think I can last much longer. I'm pretty sure she's purposefully vibrating her tongue inside me.

"Ugh, yes!"

I'm rocking my hips into her face and I don't think I could give a damn. Brittany sucks her lips on my clit for the first time causing me to nearly shout in pleasure.

"Fuck, Brit!" I scream.

I'm so out of breath already.

I look at her face and see she's watching me. Our eyes connect and she wiggles her eyebrows, which turns me on so much more.

"This is nothing. I'm just warming you up." Brittany says, pulling away for a second. I growl in frustration at her and she knows to get back to work.

Deep thrusts of the tongue cause my insides to coil. The familiar tingle starts to grow and my hands are squeezing the bed sheets.

"I'm close." I warn and my back arches.

I don't want to come now. Not through oral. I want to be able to come when Brittany uses the toy on me. I don't think I'll be able to come twice. Not for the first time anyway.

I push Brittany's head away and I think she gets the message. Panting heavily, I smile at her. She drags her mouth away from me and leans forward to kiss me. I can taste myself and I moan for what must be the 100th time tonight.

"Be careful. I don't want friction burns; so don't go into superspeed or anything. My pussy isn't ready for that yet, I'd like to keep it in one piece." I joke.

"Don't worry. I know what I'm doing." Brittany smiles. "Besides, you're way too wet for friction burns anyway."

How do I respond to that? Like seriously, even if I am super wet, this girl doesn't know when to stop talking.

"Are you ready?" She asks quietly and by the tone of her voice I know she's making sure I'm comfortable and happy before she pretty much impales me for the first time.

I have no words so I just nod my head.

"Good girl." Brittany says and kisses along my jawline.

I see a glimpse of a wicked smile and I'm about to ask what she's thinking about but she speaks before I can mention it…

"I totally think you should suck my cock." Brittany says.

"I totally think you should shut the hell up before I take your pretend cock off and shove it where the sun doesn't shine." I say, slightly outraged that she suggested such a thing.

Brittany chuckles and moves backwards until she's kneeling between my legs. She spreads my legs further apart until both my knees are touching the bed.

"Kinky." Brittany says and she leans forward.

I take a deep breath as she penetrates me for the first time.

Brittany rubs the head of the phallus against my clit and just as I'm about to question what she's doing, I feel the toy slowly enter me. I expected there to be pain with something so thick being inside me, but I guess when there's only an inch of dildo in me, it's not really going to hurt at all.

"It's going to get a little painful now." Brittany warns and Jesus Christ, why did she tell me this?

Brittany's right.

I wince as I feel the toy stretching my insides. It really has been a long time since I've been stretched like this. Brittany is only half way in when I let out a whimper.

"Want me to stop?" Brittany pauses.

I think about it, but I know if I stop now, we'll never be able to have the rough strap-on sex I know we will both love.

"No, keep going. I want it to feel good." I wince.

Brittany nods her head and soon enough her hips are touching my thighs and she's holding my legs around her waist. The dildo is completely inside me and my back arches in pain.

"Shhh, relax." Brittany strokes my thighs as she waits for me to give her the go ahead.

I rest my back onto the mattress again. My muscles are tense and I relax my body like Brittany asks. I nod my head and she knows to move again.

"You want me to fuck you senseless with my big dick?" Brittany asks and this is something I thought I'd never hear in my life.

Brittany vibrates a finger against my clit and I whimper in pleasure.

"Yes!" I play along.

Maybe it will make the first time more enjoyable.

Brittany pulls her hips back and slams forward. Pain mixed with pleasure erupts deep inside me and I squeeze my legs around her hips. She notices that I'm not protesting so she repeats the movement. Again and again she slams into me until she's built a steady rhythm.

The tingle is returning and the pain slowly fades away.

Brittany hits a certain spot inside me and I moan in happiness. She realizes that she's found a good spot and targets it. I feel lips and teeth on my neck and that tied together with her fucking me senseless is maybe the best I've ever felt during sexy times.

My hips are lifted and it's like something brutal has erupted from a place hidden inside her.

"I knew you'd love being fucked by my dick." Brittany pants.

She's out of breath and it turns me on even more.

I don't even know why I like the fact that she's pretending the dildo is a real cock. If she had a dick, it would be a total turn off, but when she wears the strap-on and fucks me like she's doing right now, I couldn't think of anything better.

"Harder!" I cry out, hoping she gets the message.

I can feel wetness coating my thighs as Brittany picks up the pace. The hand that was once touching my clit is now giving my boobs much needed attention. It brings me closer to the impending orgasm. I'm so close and it's happening so fast.

Jolts of electric are flying through my body and I nearly scream with pleasure.

"Brit- I'm gunna, I…" My nails scrape down her back and I think I may have caused her to bleed. I think she likes it though because the biting on my neck gets stronger and the arms holding my hips get tighter.

My orgasm shatters inside me and I feel like I've run a marathon. I'm panting and it makes no sense because I've been laying her doing nothing the whole time.

Brittany collapses on top of me and I laugh at her wild and messy sex hair. She's sweaty and it's caused her bangs to become a fuzzy sexy mess.

"That was amazing." I admit.

"I told you so." Brittany says in a singsongy voice, still trying to get her breath back.

"Do you need me to finish you off?" I ask.

Surely she must be seriously horny now.

"No?" Brittany looks confused. "I came too. Like a few seconds after you."

"How?" I ask, genuinely interested.

"I touched myself whilst watching you come. It was super hot." Brittany explains.

"Are you sure you don't need me to finish you off?" I ask, feeling a little suspicious.

"Seriously, I'm fine." Brittany says.

"Okay then, I'm going to fall asleep now." I warn and Brittany smiles as she places a short pouty kiss on my lips.

"Goodnight, beautiful."


I wake up to find a glass of water, some ibuprofen and a packet of Doritos. My woman knows me too well. I know by the empty space next to me that my girlfriend is either downstairs watching TV or she's out running.

I hear laughter from downstairs and I wonder what the hell she's laughing at on her own. Did she invite guests over? I put on my dressing down as I walk down the stairs. What I find is something I'd never think I'd see in a thousand years…

"Move bitch! I warned you, damn it." Brittany grumbles.

I hear a scream come from the TV and watch in horror as Brittany runs like 10 people over in a car. I expect some sort of regret but if anything, she laughs.

"Serves you right, assholes." Brittany says.

"Aren't you supposed to be a superhero?" I ask and Brittany flinches in fright.

"You're up." Brittany blushes. "You're not sore are you?"

I smile at her worrying if I'm sore or not. How precious. Brittany pats the seat next to her as an offer for me to sit down. I have a better idea.

I sit down on her legs and wrap my arms around her neck, peppering kisses up and down her jawline.

"I didn't take you as a gamer." I say.

I don't think I've ever had a thing for gamers, but the thought of Brittany playing a game where you actually have to cause crime and hurt people for fun? It's a total turn on.

"And no, not really. It's a nice kind of pain. I feel like it's something I'll want regularly." I continue.

I'm surprised that I'm not sore after how rough we were last night. Especially considering I haven't had that kind of penetration in a very long time.

"Yeah, I just play when I'm bored. Normally you're sleeping but you've caught me." Brittany looks down at the floor and smiles. "I'm glad you're not sore though. That's pretty awesome. I'm all for the idea of regularly fucking you senseless with a strap on."

Brittany smirks and she slowly drags her hand to give my ass a squeeze. I'm pretty sure my ass might be her favorite thing in the world. Either that or my tongue.

"What do you say to a movie day curled up in bed?" I ask Brittany.

I'm not sure what she will think because she's normally one who likes to be up and doing something. I get the feeling she doesn't like doing the same thing for long.

"That sounds great. Can we cuddle?" Brittany asks.

"Of course." I reply, a little unsure of why she'd even ask the question. I don't think there's ever a time where we don't cuddle.

"And I get first pick?" Brittany asks.

"Hell no." I reply.

"You'll have to beat me then." Brittany says and she disappears in a flash.

"Not fair!" I shout upstairs to our bedroom.


Everything is fuzzy and confusing when I punch Mike in the nose. Grabbing a stray piece of wood, I swing it around and knock Tina straight to the floor. I laugh as she whimpers in pain.

Somethings not right again… I'm in the wrong body. The last time this happened was horrific. I need to get out of this place.

My boss walks towards a pretty girl with dark skin and hair. I can tell something bad is about to happen. I can feel it in the pit of my stomach. My neck is burning hot with fear and the seconds come closer and closer.

My boss walks up to the pretty girl and stabs something through her body.

Suddenly I feel a horrific pain in the exact same place as the girl had just been stabbed. I look down, expecting to find a gunshot, a stab wound of some kind and I find nothing…

I feel free. I don't feel fuzzy anymore. I know who I am now.

My life ends when I turn around.

I see a body slumped against the floor... I know it's someone I love, I scream in horror and hold onto the body. I look at the face for the first time. I almost don't recognise who it is, with the blood dripping from the mouth and the paler than usual skin colour... It's me.

I wake up in fright.

Brittany is having a nightmare next to me. We shared dreams again.

"Shhh, wake up honey. I'm here. I'm alive." I whisper, petting her hair hoping she wakes up.

Brittany gasps for breath as she jumps awake. She nearly headbutts me in the process but I manage to get away just in time.

I pat her back to let her know I'm awake and her eyes shine with unshed tears. I wait for her breathing to calm down before I speak again.

"Is that really what I looked like?" I ask. I

'm pretty sure that I had been dead when Brittany saw me like that.

Brittany slowly nods her head, but still wont look at me.

"It was just a dream. I'm here now with you. You're naked and I'm wearing your PJ's like always..." I say, trying to make her smile.

It doesn't work and normally I'd feel embarrassed but I know she's really upset.

"It still happened. What's to say it won't happen again. I was supposed to protect you but it's my fault you di- got hurt in the first place." Brittany says, openly crying now.

I pull her onto my chest, hugging her and placing kisses on her hairline.

"We defeated them. You did. Mike said you are one of the strongest Titans history has ever seen. What's left of the Brotherhood will think twice about messing with us now that their leader was defeated. We will be ready. Understand?" I ask and this is the second time I've ever seen a vulnerable Brittany… One that's needed my advice.

Brittany nods her head against my neck.

"I love you." Brittany says and I nod my head in response.

I play with my hair and scratch her back as I wait for her to fall asleep again.

I know for a fact that come tomorrow, she will act like this never happened.


"Have you ever thought about speaking to your parents again?"

What a strange question for date night. We're supposed to be chatting about happy, fluffy things. Not painful memories like this.

"God no. They kicked me out, why the hell would I ever want to speak to them again?" I reply a little pissed.

"Because they are your parents. You only get them once and it's over before you know it. I think you should talk to them." Brittany says calmly, taking a bite of her sushi that she brought home from Japan.

"No way in hell! They're better off d-" Brittany raises an eyebrow and I stop what I'm saying.

I don't want to argue about this.

"Don't say that, you don't mean it. I wouldn't care how mad I was, I'd want to see my parents again before it was too late. Even if it's just for a few minutes. Even if it happened again at least I'd know." Brittany says.

I know she has a point, but it's easy for her to say that. Her parents loved her unconditionally. Zara told me they always thought Brittany was Gay. Or Bisexual at least. Surely if they weren't okay with it, they'd have said something.

"What actually happened? Why did they kick you out? Was it related to you being Gay?" Brittany asks.

It's weird to think that with how much time we spend together, this isn't something we've spoken about.

"A group of friends and I set fire to a garbage can and the police caught us so they brought me home. They couldn't charge me because I was underage. My mom was heartbroken. She said she was losing me and didn't know where she went wrong." I say. "Personally I think she was totally overreacting."

Brittany raises an eyebrow.

"Had you caused trouble before that? Did she struggle to bond with you because of your powers?" Brittany asks.

"What is this!? 30 questions?" I argue, getting angry again.

"Yep, now answer." Brittany leaves no room for argument.

"Well yeah. I was a real asshole during my teenage years. I was angry. I took it out on other people." I admit. "My mom never said much about my power. She thought it was a pain."

"But this was before you could control it, right?" Brittany replies.

"Yeah, but…"

I don't have anything to add to that and I feel really stupid. I've had this grudge against my parents for so long.

"Last question, I promise." Brittany says as she strokes a hand up and down my arm, trying to relax me. "What happened the night you walked out?"

Now this is what I hate thinking about. It brings back pain every time.

"I got into trouble again with school. I tried to assault a teacher with my powers and the principle called my parents himself. They were furious of course and when I finally got home, my mom asked me what was wrong and why I had changed so much in the past year." I say.

Brittany nods her head as she waits for me to continue.

"So I flat out told her. I loved girls the way I was supposed to love boys. My mom looked pretty shocked. My dad didn't. He didn't say much. Mom didn't say anything for a while. Then all of a sudden she started sobbing and told me she was going to bed. I took it badly. My dad patted me on the shoulder and followed her upstairs, so I left. I haven't been back since."

My eyes are stinging and there's a lump in my throat by the time I finish speaking.

"Look Santana, I'm not saying that what they did wasn't wrong, but maybe they are okay with it. These kinds of things take time for people. Especially older ones… Parents." Brittany explains.

"If they really loved me, they'd have searched for me." I say and my voice sounds pathetic.

"Of course they love you. I think you should talk to them as soon as you can. How about today?" Brittany asks.

I shake my head vigorously.

No way.

"I can't, Brit. I'm too scared." I admit.

"I'll go with you if you want. I can drop you off? If you're not happy and want to leave, just contact me on your communicator and you know I'll be there in seconds." Brittany offers.

"You're making my decision and I don't like it." I say.

I'm trying to sound mad, but I can't.

"Well why not now? It will be over and done with." Brittany argues.

She stands up and offers her hand. Is she suggesting we leave right now?

"I already told you! I'm scared. I'm not ready." I say.

"You're going to be scared no matter what. Personally I think you've been ready a long time. You're very mature." Brittany says with a small smile.

"I promise you'll feel better if you know. Come on." Brittany pulls my arm and I'm standing.

I know it's going to be a matter of minutes before I'm face to face with my old home again.

I let Brittany lift me onto her back and she speeds across the world to my parent's house.

"How did you know where I used to live?" I ask her as I look at my old house.

It hasn't changed. At all really. There are a few weeds in the garden and it looks like it needs to be repainted… but that's it.

"Your file of course." Brittany says. "Come on." She grabs hold of my hand as she drags me towards the door.

I contemplate on making another run from it, but I know it's probably pointless with Brittany standing next to me.

Brittany finally lets go once we're inches away from the door.

"Shall I ring it or will you?" Brittany asks.

I can't even speak, I'm too nervous.

"Okay." Brittany says taking my silence as an answer.

She rings the doorbell and my hands shake and my stomach drops as I hear footsteps approach the door.

It's almost like I'm in a horror film. The door slowly opens and I'm terrified of the face I'm going to see.

"Santana? My baby girl!"

All of a sudden, the force of my mother hugging me winds me.

I don't know how to react. I have no energy to hug her back, I feel tears roll down my face and I don't know what to do. My mother pulls away and wipes my tears.

"Come in, we were just about to have dinner." My mother says. "Simon! Come here now!" she shouts.

I feel Brittany back away and she waves bye with a wink. I'm about to ask her to stay by my mom beats me to it.

"Is this your friend? Stay honey. Any friend of Santana's is welcome in our house." My mom says and I'm sure she's analysing what kind of person Brittany is. Testing whether I'm still with the bad crowd.

"She's my girlfriend." I say bluntly.

"Hi." Brittany says offering her hand.

I'm surprised to say the least when my mother takes her hand and shakes it.

My daddy walks downstairs and clutches his chest in shock.

"Santana, darling! You've come home." He says and his eyes are watering and my heart wrenches.

I've never seen my dad cry before. Not even when my abuela died.

"You missed me?" I ask, genuinely surprised that they haven't shouted abuse at me yet.

"Of course we did Santana! You ran away and never came back. We didn't know what to do. We went to the police and they wanted to find you as much as we did." My mother says.

She guides Brittany and I to the couch and sits us down.

"Santana's girlfriend, Brittany." My mom introduces her to my dad.

"Hi." Brittany says again with a wave.

My dad shakes her hand and gives it a kiss.

"Lovely to meet you." My daddy says.

"Okay, so all of a sudden you guys are okay with this?" I ask, confused.

"You never gave us a chance Santana." My mother says. "You know what your Abuela was like. You know how I was raised. I panicked and for that, I'm truly sorry. I don't think I can ever forgive myself. I just hope you find it in your heart to understand how sorry I am."

For the first time in years, I actually miss my parents.

I miss the cooked dinners, the jokes, and the love. I mean sure, it was hellish just before I left, but I've spent so much time thinking about the bad times, that I forgot about the good.

"It's okay, I understand. I just need time before it's all normal again. Is that alright?" I ask.

"Oh of course honey, as much time as you need. I never thought I'd see you again." My mothers eyes well up again. "Please stay for dinner. I've got just about enough for all of us."

"Sure." I say.

I don't think I could say no to a home cooked meal right now.

"What made you leave? And what made you decide to come back? That day was the worst day of my life, Santana. I don't think you know what we went through." My mom says.

"I went through a lot too you know. I thought you hated me for being Gay. I was terrified. I couldn't deal with it and the fact that you couldn't even look at me killed me." I admit.

"I need to be honest with you Santana. I didn't know what to feel at first… I felt numb. This wasn't something I was used to hearing. I'd hear bad things about the Gays."

I resist the urge to roll my eyes at her words. My mothers English isn't the best, so I know she's not doing it on purpose.

"Soon after, I felt ashamed. I felt ashamed that I'd be the mother that failed. I thought I'd be made a laughing stock. Your father was furious with me. He talked some sense into me and when we came downstairs, you were gone." My mother cries.

"How could I ever be ashamed of my own daughter? I soon realized that the shame I felt was actually the shame I felt for myself. I failed you. I let you walk into the wrong crowds. I let you feel scared and worst of all, I let you believe I didn't love you enough no matter what you are." My mother says and my eyes burn with tears again.

"Do you ladies need somewhere to stay? I might need to dust your room, but other than that it's good to go." My mom offers.

"We live in Rio right now, so we're good. Thanks anyway." I say.

"Rio? As in Brazil? Dios mío! But that's so far away! Surely you could rest here for a few nights? Where are your bags, are you staying downtown?" My mom asks and damn, I totally forgot that she wouldn't know about Brittany's powers.

"Um, no we got here today. It's difficult to explain. Uhh, Brittany?" I ask her for assistance.

How do I explain this to my mom?

"I can pretty much travel at the speed of light. I'm a super like Santana." Brittany says, shrugging her shoulders like it's no big deal.

"But of course!" My mother says. "I saw you girls on TV! In Tokyo months ago! You helped get rid of that cult, am I correct?"

"We were on TV?" I ask.

"Yes! I saw you for a second but that's all I needed to know that you were okay. Better than okay - you were finally doing good with your life. I was so proud." My mom says.

I think explaining the Brotherhood of evil and being pronounced dead is probably a story for a later date.

"Thanks, Mom. I need to be honest with you, I wouldn't have ended up this way if it wasn't for Brittany." I admit.

Brittany shakes her head in disagreement.

"No way, you made your own choice. I had nothing to do with it. It was all you." The corner of Brittany's mouth turns up in a half smile and I have to avoid my eyes to stop myself from getting embarrassed.

"Is that a blush I see, Santana? When do ladies of our color ever blush? This woman must mean a lot to you." My mother interjects.

"Mom!" I say, wanting to hide my face.

She has no idea… One day I'll tell her that she is going to have grandkids after all.

We chat into the night and soon it's time to retire to bed. I tell my Mother that we will see her again during the weekend. Maybe a dinner at breadsticks. It's been so long since I've been there…

Beep Beep Beep Beep Beep


I groan in annoyance as the Titan communicator goes off. It's half 3 in the morning and Brittany has just gotten back from a mission herself. This is one of the very rare times where I get to witness a sleeping Brittany. She stirs as I reach to open the communicator.

"Shh, it's downtown, I'm on it." I say. Brittany nods her head and falls back to sleep.

"Moleman is trying to hold the bank hostage again. He doesn't realise there's no one there at this time. You up for it?" I hear the voice of a tired Mike Chang ask.

"Sure thing." I say and within minutes I'm on my Ducati and driving 100 mph into town.

It's easy enough to spot him. There's a giant ass hole in the ground and someone scurrying along the bank floor.

"I'm gonna have to stop you right there." I shout.

Moleman jumps in fright and I think about what tool I'm going to use from my belt to stop him.

"You'll never stop me!" Moleman shouts as he throws some old rusty daggers at me.

My eyes glow and a pink barrier protects me.

"You're gunna have to try harder than that, honey." I say.

I hear police sirens now and it's still odd to think that I'm in a bank being robbed and it's not actually me who they want to arrest.

"Your time is nearly up, you might as well hand yourself in." I say.

I'm being pretty nice, he should appreciate this.

"Never!" He says and he runs forward to strangle me with his bare hands. His nails are like 3 inches long and that's just gross.

"Eww." I say before I blast him backwards with a simple wave of my hands. I grab my net-gun and blast it and a parachute of net rains over him. He has no escape now.

A job well done. Now it's time to get away before the police get here. I press my trusty Ducati-returni button and within seconds, it appears by my side.

God, I love technology.

With another $25,000 in the bank, I can safely retire for the night.

There's nothing better than finishing a mission and being able to crawl into bed with Brittany.


"Have you thought of where you want us to live yet?"

I'm resting my head on Brittany's lap and she's stroking my hair as we lay down on picnic blanket in the middle of Olympic National Park.

It's something Brittany has been asking about recently. She's told me that she put her 10 or so houses all over the world up for rent because she want us to have a fresh start, one she hasn't lived before.

I know it can't be too far away from America. Most of our missions happen here. Flying the jet across the world takes too long. In America, it's only a short distance.

"I don't know. Rio was pretty sweet. And Italy is just breathtaking. And I love London… but I don't know if I can leave America, you know? Why are you asking?" I question but I have a pretty good idea.

Mike and Tina had their baby last night and I think Brittany wants to settle down. I don't think she realises it herself, but she's always said she wants to marry and start her life at a young age. I don't know if that's because it's what most supers do, or if she thinks it would make her parents proud.

Either way, I'm beginning to warm up to the idea.

We've stayed in different locations over the past year of our lives and I've seen some truly beautiful places, but I do think I miss America too much to leave again.

I'm still not over how Brittany helped me reconnect with my parents. I don't think I'd have ever seen them if it wasn't for her.

My parents think she's amazing and it makes me so proud. Hopefully one day, she'll be able to look at them as if they were her own. Obviously they'd never replace her parents. But I think it would be great if she could have someone in her life she'd be able to look up to ask parents.

"What were your parents names?" I ask Brittany.

This is still something we never really speak about. I feel Brittany tense up and I worry if it's the wrong time to ask her.

"My mom was called Natalia and my dad was called Wally." Brittany says.

I sit up in shock.

How did I not know that Brittany's dad was…

"Wally? As in the Wally West?" I ask, astounded.

"Uh huh." Brittany nods, proud of her father.

"Why did you never mention this? Why is your last name Pierce?" I ask.

"I don't know, I guess I'm just still not ready to talk about him openly. I don't mind you asking questions though." Brittany says.

I nod my head and kiss her on the cheek.

"We don't have to talk about this if you don't want to." I tell her.

"It's fine, I'm okay." Brittany smiles shyly. "I'm a Pierce because my dad didn't want me to grow up thinking I had to become amazing like he did. He'd be happy what ever I did. Plus he didn't want me to have a big head. So we used my moms last name instead."

I laugh at this, how sweet.

"It's a bit late for that." I tease.

"I know… Zara and I are both pretty big headed. I think it's in our genes. What my dad doesn't know doesn't hurt him." Brittany rests her head on my shoulder.

"I think he'd be proud of you anyway." I say and Brittany's eyes look a little misty.

"Thank you." Her voice wobbles and my heart breaks a little for her.

I decide not to say anything. Brittany doesn't normally like it when I see her cry. I play with her hair until she's ready to say something on her own.


"Where are we?" I ask as I'm standing waist deep in the clearest blue water I've ever seen in my life. There's fish swimming around my feet and waves lightly patter past my belly button.

"Fiji." Brittany says. "One of my favorite places in the world. I wanted to take you here on our honeymoon, but I think there's somewhere else I want to take you."

Hearing the H word is still so weird.

I shake quietly as I feel butterflies in my stomach. This life is strange for me. Most people who meet, date for a few years then speak about marriage. But with supers, it's different. Apparently being engaged by 20 is completely normal.

So what if I was drunk when I said yes?

And yeah, it may not have been a legit proposal. But when Brittany and I get drunk together, the chemistry and the lust is almost a thousand times worse than when we are sober. We've never managed to last more than 4 hours without getting horny and trying to fuck each other in public.

We've nearly been arrested, but Brittany managed to distract the cops by telling them there was a wild moose on the loose. Then she made a run for it and we had victory sex on top of a skyscraper.

"I know what you're thinking about." Brittany says.

I quirk an eyebrow and she grins.

"I never officially asked you. Do you actually want to get married?" Brittany's ears are red and I can tell there's more to this.

"I mean, will you marry me?" Brittany asks and I half expect her to get down on one knee in this water. Instead, she takes my left hand into hers and kisses my knuckles gently. "I'd love for you to be officially mine."

"Of course I will, BritBrit." I wrap my arms around her neck and kiss her lips. "I've known that I want to spend the rest of my life with you for a very long time, now"

Brittany giggles with happiness and I swear I can see her glowing. It gives me butterflies to know that I can make her feel so joyful. All of a sudden, I feel her arms at my waist and she spins me round in a super tight hug. I squeal in happiness as she spins me around.

When I'm placed back on the ground, I see that blush on Brittany's face where her cheeks and ears are bright red and she almost looks shy.

"I'm glad because you see that little hut on the water over there?" Brittany points to what looks like a small cottage sitting on top of the waves over the sea. "That's where we are going to spend our weekend."

It's beautiful. I can see another few sea cottages a few hundred yards away and it's strange to think I had no idea these places existed.

"Sex marathon?" I ask and Brittany gives a shy smile.

"Actually I was thinking more of a love making marathon." Brittany corrects me and I squeeze her butt in fake anger.

We swim our way over to the sea hut and Brittany lifts me onto the platform. We walk to the door and she doesn't have a key so she just vibrates herself through the hut and opens the door.

"I left the key inside." Brittany blushes.

The first thing I notice is that vacation smell and I gasp at the beauty of the room. Dark mahogany appears to be a key feature in the furniture of the hut and thick blinds, which make the room nice and shady, cover the glass panes. There's a little hammock hanging by the door and I can even see a mini-refrigerator.

"Obviously these are designed for short visits... But I thought you'd like it so… yeah." Brittany says.

"I think it's perfect." I admit.

"I need to show you the ring I want you to wear. I'm not sure whether it will fit." Brittany says.

I look a little confused so Brittany explains.

"It's my mothers ring." Brittany smiles.

I shake my head straight away.

No way. I can't wear that.

"Brittany… I can't. You're her daughter, she left it to you." I say.

"My mother left it to me and now I'm giving it to you. You're going to be my wife one day. Family. She would have loved to see you wear it. I promise." Brittany says and my eyes water.

I feel guilty and I know I shouldn't.

I feel the ring placed onto my finger. Brittany giggles and I question why she's laughing.

"It's too big. We'll have to get it resized. I can't wait to see you in it."

I blush because I never really realised my fingers were so thin.

"I haven't gotten you a ring yet!" I realise all of a sudden and panic hits me like a ton of bricks.

"Relax, your mom said she's going to go ring shopping with you when you get back. I've given her some hints." Brittany says with a wink.

"My mom already knows!?" I ask.

This is news to me!

"Yeah, I asked your dad for permission to marry you. This isn't something I'd do without your parents' permission. Apparently your dad isn't good at keeping secrets." Brittany explains.

"Oh my god…" I can't believe all this has happened without me knowing.

Still, I can't complain. I'm the happiest woman in the world right now. I place myself on Brittany's knee and squeeze her in the tightest hug possible.

"I love you so much." I admit.

"I love you too." Brittany smiles as she kisses my hair.


"If that bitch checks you out one more time, I'm going to rip her weave out." Brittany says.

So here's the deal.

I love when Brittany is sweet; she's so beautiful. When she's cocky, I'm not gunna lie, it totally turns me on – it's hot. But when Brittany is angry… It's the hottest thing known to womankind.

"Calm down. I'm hot, she's hot, that's what happens in gay clubs, Brittany." I'm teasing Brittany and I don't think she realizes it.

A cocktail smashes in Brittany's hands, which pretty much confirms she's jealous.

"I think we should go home now." Brittany says.

She's mad because she knows I think this 'bitch' is hot. I swear she thinks that I'm only supposed to be attracted to her.

"Don't you think she's hot though? She's blonde… I have a thing for blondes." I tease.

I practically hear her growl in anger. Brittany looks like she wants to punch someone and I worry that I've gone too far. Brittany may act like she's a total tank, but I know she can be pretty sensitive when she needs to be.

"Relax, Brit… I'm only messing with you. I think you're way more beautiful than her." I rub her shoulder with my hand.

"Whatever, I'm going to get a drink." Brittany says and I roll my eyes. I'm about to follow her but I lose track. She wanted to go alone.

Fine, no biggie. I can dance on my own. I don't need her.

After what feels like hours of dancing on my own, I feel someone grope my ass. I smile and lean back into the touch.

"Still mad, huh?" I ask.

I knew she'd come back. She always does.

"Mad? What are you talking about gorgeous?" I hear a voice that is most definitely not Brittany reply. I

jump away in shock.

"Who was that chick you were with? Your girlfriend?" The random blonde girl asks. I gasp as I recognize her… it's the blonde bitch!

"Did you just say I was a bitch?" Blonde bitch asks.

Fuck.

"No? You must be hearing things."

I really need to stop talking out loud.

"Whatever honey. How about you drop that girl of yours and come dance with me?" Blonde bitch asks and how dare she suggest I cheat on Brittany.

"Uh, I think I know what I'm doing. Now if you could kindly leave me the hell alone, I'm going to look for my fiancé." I tell her and she looks gobsmacked. Ha.

"Oh hell no, no one speaks to me like that!" she says and tries to slap me. Just when I'm about to go full on Lima Heights, Brittany turns up and pushes her. Hard.

They fall to the floor and Brittany punches her jaw. I'm kind of turned on but I suppose I'll need to stop the fight before it gets ugly.

I look up and see security making their way towards us. They push through the crowd of people watching Brittany fight this girl and I grab her shoulder and pull before they can get to us.

"Come on, we have to go!" I shout.

Brittany looks up and notices security. She grabs my hand and we run out of the club, giggling like crazy at what just happened.

We really need to stop drinking so much together. I think we've been banned from nearly 20 different clubs all over the world. We're so bad when we're drunk.

"Let's go get a pizza." Brittany says.

"I can't believe you punched that girl." I reply.

"Yeah, well no one tries to hurt my girl and gets away with it." Brittany says.


I gasp and sit up in shock. Brittany's eyes widen as she panics.

"What's wrong?" She asks.

"This means I won't have a 4 pack anymore!" I say.

I could cry at the thought.

Brittany rolls her eyes and lies back down on the couch.

"You're giving us the best gift in the whole wide world, and you're worrying about losing your abs? We're having a baby and you're thinking about how big you're gunna get..." Brittany looks disappointed and guilt hits me like a ton of bricks.

"I'm not ready! You don't understand how strange this is for me! I haven't had sex with a guy in like 6 years and now there's a baby growing inside me. It's fucking crazy! I'm pregnant and I have no idea how it happened." I panic.

"I told you, it's not something we control. Even straight couples can't control when they are having kids. Do you think Tina would really have chosen to get pregnant just in time for the battle? We can't control it." Brittany says.

She still looks mad and I want to hide.

"And remember the last time you said you weren't ready? You got your parents back into your life. You're being fucking ungrateful." Brittany shouts and walks out the room slamming the door on my face.

I'm shaking with rage and I throw energy at our bedroom mirror, shattering it into a thousand pieces. My breathing pattern has turned all shaky and I can feel angry tears threaten to spill from my eyes.

How dare she call me ungrateful? How can she not understand this is new to me?

Human beings – or should I say lady human beings don't get pregnant without having sex with a guy. Unless they go through all the scientific crap, which I know I haven't gone through. I've woken up pregnant and Brittany doesn't seem to realize that it's still not normal for me.

I think about going downstairs and know there's no point. She'll be halfway across the world trying to run off her anger. I sigh as I throw the duvet over my head and rest my eyes. There's a lot on my mind right now and nothing would calm me down better than a nap.


"Hey, wake up." I hear a voice say and the duvet is pulled away from my head.

Grumbling in annoyance, I slowly start to remember tonight's earlier events.

"Go away." I warn.

"Look, I'm sorry." Brittany says.

I snatch the duvet back and cover my ears with it. Brittany giggles and I'm mad because I'm still in a bad mood with her and she's freaking laughing.

"I got you flowers." Brittany whispers in my ear.

I don't budge.

Like hell does she think she can walk out during an argument and bring flowers and think everything will be okay.

"If that's how you wanna play it..." Brittany says and I barely have time to question what she's about to do when she rips the covers off the bed, pins me down and uses her hand to make sure I'm looking at her.

"I spoke to Mike about how our lady babies are made. Tina explained it but it's super confusing and I'll try to explain as best as I can." Brittany says.

"You have my attention." I admit.

Brittany smiles in victory and I try my hardest not to smile back. This girl makes me melt and she knows it.

"It's just a theory, okay? It's not confirmed or anything." Brittany says.

"Okay, go ahead." I say.

"Apparently, when we are in the womb, we are female for the first few weeks no matter what sex you are. This is the same for humans too. For everyone." Brittany begins.

I nod my head. This is something I knew already.

"Tina said that with supers, that part of our embraro stays with us for life, and if our soulmate is someone of the same sex, the embraro uses it's opposite gene to make the baby.' Brittany says and I'm seriously confused.

"So part of our embryo stays with us for life?" I ask.

"Yeah!" Brittany says, realising she got a word wrong. "So I'm a girl and you're pregnant. There are cells inside me, which contain male DNA. That male DNA is what gets you pregnant and it's still mine." Brittany says.

"I don't know whether I believe that." I say, highly sceptical.

"It's only speculation. Like I said, scientists haven't gotten too far with this kind of information because gay and lesbian soulmates are still pretty rare. Mike asked if you'd be willing to be a test subject or something. It's totally safe." Brittany says.

"I guess." I say.

If it helps me figure out how I got pregnant, I'm willing to do anything. Unless it hurts our baby of course.

"Good." Brittany says with a proud smile. "Also, I brought this. Mike and Tina don't need it anymore."

She hands me what looks like a waistband with a piece of plastic attached.

"What is it?" I ask, but I already think I have an idea.

"A baby monitor. So we can listen to the heartbeat. We just hook it up to the jPad or TV screen and we hear the heartbeat." Brittany explains.

"But I'm like 6 weeks pregnant. We won't be able to hear the heartbeat yet." I explain.

"I know that silly." Brittany says. "I'm just excited."

"Me too." I smile, feeling happier with the news that I'm with child.


My stomach should never be allowed to be this hungry. I hold my stomach as it lets out an angry growl.

"Brit, I'm so hungry." I complain.

"We already ate like 2 hours ago." Brittany says. "You can't be hungry alr- oh my god, okay, I'll go get you taco bell or something,"

Brittany realises she better stop whatever the hell she was going to say when my eyes glow pink with anger.

I can't control it with my pregnancy hormones and sometimes I end up a littler madder than I need to be. And most of the time it's towards Brittany.

I always make it up to her though. One of my cravings has quiet literally been… Brittany. She hasn't complained about that though.

Brittany returns minutes later with a bag of Taco Bell and I could just worship her right now.

"They gave me a strange look because it's the 5th time I've been there this week but I explained I have a pregnant wife and they totally understood." Brittany says. "Then one of them made a joke about my wife craving tacos so I laughed but I didn't really get it. What does that mean?"

I smile at how cute and innocent Brittany can be sometimes. How ever rare that is.

"They mean they think it's funny that I'm a lesbian and I'm craving your taco. And it's true. You should tell them that." I say.

"I don't want to tell them about our sex life thank you very much." Brittany says.

"Chill your bean, I was only kidding." I laugh as I open the bag of Taco Bell.

Heaven in a mouthful here I come.

I gasp in shock mixed with sadness.

"They forgot my nachos." I frown. "Brittany, we have to sue them, this is not okay."

My eyes start to water and there's a huge lump in my throat. I hate feeling like this.

"Okay, okay! I'll go get them and demand a free years worth of Taco's, alright?" Brittany says as she stands up.

Happiness takes over the sad and I smile at Brittany.

"Thank you." I say as I lean in for a kiss. "I can't believe we have 5 more months of this."

"Neither can I." Brittany says and runs out the house before I even have a chance to ask her what the hell she meant.


"You don't know how sexy you look with that bump." I hear a voice say and I'm hugged from behind.

"Pregnant women are the most beautiful people in the world." Brittany says, gently rubbing my bump. "I wish she would start moving already."

Brittany always likes to compliment my bump. I personally think I look like Shrek right now, but Brittany gets mad whenever I say that.

"Stop saying it's a girl! You have no idea. What makes you so sure it's a girl anyway?" I ask, slightly suspicious.

Can she something on the sonogram that I can't?

"No reason. Just a guess." Brittany says and I roll my eyes.

"I think we should name her Katie. Or Vanessa, or maybe even Lucia." Brittany says.

"All those names are terrible. You have terrible taste." I say, repulsed she'd even come up with these names.

"I'd like to see you come up with something better." Brittany huffs.

I smile and reach for her hand. This is something I've been thinking about for a while. Brittany looks down at our hands and smiles.

"Natalia for a girl, Wally for a boy."

Brittany looks shocked.

The smile disappears from her face, I'd have thought she was mad but when her eyes water and she struggles to speak I nod my head and comfort her.

"Really?" Brittany asks and angrily rubs her eyes.

Brittany really hates crying. She wants to be strong, especially now that I'm pregnant.

"Of course. I know you want it too." I say.

I rub her back and for the very first time, I feel movement in my stomach.

I put Brittany's hand onto my stomach as quickly as I can.

"Did you feel it?" I fear that Brittany missed it, but just as quickly as it disappeared, it starts again.

Brittany raises her eyebrows and she looks like she's in shock.

"That is so beautiful." Brittany says. "You are beautiful. I'm so happy you're my wife."

Brittany pulls me into a cuddle and holds me on her lap. Kisses are placed on my shoulder and Brittany lays me on the sofa, spooning me from behind.

"I think baby likes their new name." I whisper.


"I still think it's a girl. I bet Juicy it's a girl." Brittany says.

We've been having this debate for the last few weeks. I think I'm having a boy because I'm the size of fucking Africa, but Brittany is adamant that it's a girl.

"Don't you dare bet on our dog." I warn. "And I already told you. It's a boy. I can feel it. Our little Wally."

Brittany smiles and rubs my stomach.

"It's pretty awesome that the baby has my heartbeat. Do you think they will have super speed? It's a strong gene apparently." Brittany says.

The thought of a mini-Brittany quite frankly sounds like hell.

"Oh god, I hope not." I admit.

"Hey!" Brittany pretends to be offended. "I was a good kid!"

I can tell for a fact that this was definitely not the case. Her face says everything.

"Oh really?" I want to know everything.

Brittany can tell by my face that I want answers.

"Okay, okay, so maybe I was a bit of a handful..." Brittany tries not to smile but she's failing. "I may have gotten over excited and ran to Canada a few times... and maybe Thailand. And Mexico too... but the point is, my dad managed to find me sooner or later. We can just put a tracking device on our child. That would solve everything."

I clutch my stomach in fear. The thought of our child in another country makes me want to pass out and I've not even met our baby yet.

"We won't lose the baby. We will be good parents. We won't ever let them out of our sight." Brittany quickly adds, noticing my rising blood pressure and my face, which is beginning to go pale.


"One last push! Come on, Santana." The midwife says.

I scream in pain.

Last time I was in this much pain; I was stabbed through the stomach. I think this may be worse.

"You said that last time." I shout in anger.

I've gone through 8 canisters of gas and air and I'm totally loony right now.

"I can see a head of hair!" Brittany says, excitedly.

"Are you sure that's not my-"

"Last push I promise." I'm interrupted and I randomly burst out laughing.

I clench my muscles as tight as I can and I finally hear a piercing cry.

"Wow, this guy sure is a beauty…It's a boy!" I hear someone announce and I start crying with happiness.

"What?" Brittany asks. "I was so sure it was a girl."

I could punch her right now.

"Where's Wally?" I ask and Brittany laughs.

Some sort of inside joke maybe.

"They're just cleaning him up. He has a full head of black hair. He looks like you." Brittany says, openly crying now too. "I don't think I've ever loved you more."

Brittany places kisses onto my sweaty hairline.

All of a sudden, the most beautiful creature I've ever seen is placed into my arms.

Brittany was right… He does look like me. All I see right now is crazy dark hair and big dark eyes.

"Oh man…" I say, eyes welling up once again.

"He is beautiful, isn't he? Am I biased? I'm so not biased." I say.

Brittany knows it's probably not a good idea to argue with me when I'm drugged up.

"Look at all his hair!" I start to giggle.

Wally clenches my hands with his finger and I place the tiniest of kisses on his forehead.

"I love him already. Do you love him? I think he loves us." I mumble.

"You're drooling." Brittany smiles, wiping my chin. "Of course I love him. He's the best thing in the world."

I nod my head as I agree.

"You are so having the next one though."


A/N: So there we have it. The End… It's sad because this is something I've enjoyed writing so much and I didn't want it to be over. Im sure I'll write a one shot or a few some time. I don't want to say goodbye to these characters. 14,500 words in this chapter… I hope that was a decent ending for you.

I cannot tell you how bloody relieved I am to have now finishes re-writing a fic with 100,000k+ words…

If this is the first time you have read this, I'm currently writing the sequel… It's on page under the name 'The Calm Before The Storm'. Check it out! It's the next part of this story.

Again, I'd like to say a huge massive thank you to, Le Anon, SeaMe, BetTheDuckIsInTheHat, HeyaLoves, Snowboardgurl, M206 and whoever else left a review on this fic. I can't tell you how much these reviews have meant, especially if you have already read this fic before!

I have one final wish, and that is just for you to all leave your last thoughts on this chapter! It would mean the world to me in this difficult time…

I shall hopefully see you all soon in my next update of 'TCBTS' (The Calm Before The Storm)… I hope to have an update of that out before Christmas.