So, glee kind of sucks these days... m'yeah... so uh, here, have some update. *runs away and hides under a rock*

Oh, and to the anon that asked about being on the spectrum - yes. But I'm also a perfectionist, so it's a little of both. Made me smile that you asked :)

To everyone else, sorry this took so long :( My job has been super hectic lately and I barely have any time for myself let alone for writing. I'm still trying though. I am home for a little bit now, so hopefully will be updating again soonish. With smut. Promise.

Enjoy, and let me know what you think! :D

Chapter Thirty Five

Santana laid silently still curled up against her mate, her heart and her head going a mile a minute as her parents shut and locked the front door behind them. Did her mom have to mention condoms? This was not the conversation she wanted to be having with Brittany right now. Actually, she wasn't wanting to have any conversation with her in that moment. She could smell and feel Brittany's arousal, and now that they were alone, she wanted on that disco stick. "Carry me?" she asked cutely, using her best child-like, innocent voice. If she could distract Brittany with a task such as hoisting her lazy ass up the stairs to her bedroom, perhaps the girl wouldn't question what her mother had just said. It was a good plan in theory, but judging by the deafening silence following her request, Santana knew she wasn't going to be lucking out, at least, not with this.

Brittany was running Lolita's statement over and over in her mind, trying to figure out what part of "and don't forget to use condoms" meant that it was okay that they hadn't been using them up until now. Why would she have said that, if what Santana had told her the day before was true? Unless... unless it had nothing to do with the girl getting pregnant, but actually with their fear their daughter would pick up a disease from her! Eyes wide at the horrible thought, Brittany looked down at her mate, needing to know what was behind the cat woman's words. She needed to know if her parents thought she was capable of giving their daughter the clap. "Why did-"

"I lied," Santana interrupted her lover's question, pulling herself into an upright position next to her mate. "Okay, not so much lied, as was misinformed myself about certain, um, things..." she felt her face heat up as she spoke, the uncertainty of how the blonde was going to react felt like an actual pain in her chest. "How about we go upstairs and I'll explain everything?" she offered before too much time had passed. The silence once more coming from the other girl was starting to wig her out, and she needed to get this matter cleared up sooner rather than later. If Brittany was going to freak out about potentially having gotten her pregnant, she at least wanted the peak of her performance to be while her parents were still out of the house.

Brittany believed Santana when she said she had been misinformed, but that still didn't make the uneasy feeling in her stomach go away. "Alright..." she said after a few moments of awkward silence. Turning to the cat girl, she quickly scooped her up in her arms before hoisting herself up off the couch. Santana hadn't been expecting to actually be picked up, and squealed loudly as she threw her arms around her mate's neck. Her squeals soon turned to offended gasps as Brittany began making exaggerated huffing noises as she ascended the stairs. "I thought flyers were supposed to be tiny?" Santana stuck her tongue out in response, deciding not to dignify the other girl with a witty response. Mostly because she didn't have one. Her mind was still a mess in preparation for their conversation to come.

Once inside her bedroom, Brittany set her mate down on the girl's king sized bed, cracking her neck and back in display before eventually settling down next to her. Even with her erection now gone, she still felt a little awkward with the way her Cheerio's skirt panels fell between and around her thighs. How did Santana manage to make this garment actually attractive, she idly wondered as she waited for the cat girl to say something. Anything. Keeping her eyes on the red, white, and black stripes at the hem of her skirt, Brittany waited a good minute before she couldn't hold it in anymore. Turning to her lover, she caught the nervous Neko's eyes and asked the one question that really truly mattered to her, "do you want to have a baby with me?"

Santana's eyebrows rose nearly to her hairline. Once again Brittany was surprising her with the last thing she'd ever expected the girl to say. Most guys in the blonde's position would have been asking about pregnancy tests and potential child support payments. Or, more realistically, other options should she actually indeed be pregnant. But lucky for her, Brittany wasn't 'most guys', and the girl's question actually brought a smile to her face. Here they were, two strangers who'd only known each other for 24 hours, and already they were talking about having kids together. Maybe this was what her mother meant by things being different when a Neko was with their mate, as opposed to someone they simply loved. Well, whatever the reason, she did owe Brittany an answer. "Of course I do!" she exclaimed, quite possibly a little too enthusiastically for the circumstances surrounding them.

Brittany was relieved, but also incredibly upset. Not at Santana, but at herself. She could have insisted that they use protection. She knew better than this. "So, are you? Pregnant, I mean?" she asked, keeping her face as neutral as she could while she studied the cat girl's rapidly changing expressions. What if she said yes? What would they do then? There was no way she could hide her condition if there was a child involved. There was no way she'd want to hide her condition, or rather, her relationship with Santana, if the girl was pregnant. But was she ready to come out into the spotlight like that? Not only for what she was, but also for what she'd done? She loved Santana with all her heart, and she would love any child the two of them had together, she just wished all of this hadn't been sprung on her within the timespan of only a few hours.

"I don't want to say yes, but I don't want to say no..." Santana responded, shifting awkwardly in her own Cheerios uniform. "I was, am, in heat, so I guess it's possible. Although, my mom did say that only my mate can get me pregnant, so I'm not sure if what we did before actually, er, counted..." In reality, it probably did count, but if she could give her mate a little bit of hope, then she'd roll with it. "But you have to believe me, I really had no idea that birth control wasn't effective for Neko's. I mean, statistically, with the number of guys i've been with-" she stopped that thought in its tracks, wincing at the discomfort her lover was giving off. "Please tell me you're not mad," she finished with instead, needing this reassurance more than she imagined was healthy.

"I'm not mad," Brittany quickly replied, turning her body so she was fully facing her lover. She honestly wasn't. Well, at the universe, maybe, but not at Santana. "We can't do anything about it now, right? If you are, we'll figure it out," she took the cat girl's hands and brought them to her face, kissing the girl's knuckles affectionately. She had to laugh at the way Santana's ears practically shot straight up at the gesture, and she pressed a few more kisses to her mate's skin before releasing her. "In the meantime, we can still have sex, right?"

Santana snort laughed, pulling her hands away and playfully slapping at the blonde as if she were offended by her question. In reality, she'd been toying with the idea of bringing the subject up herself. Her parent's were out of the house, after all, and her nightstand did have a lifetimes supply of condoms... Crawling across the mattress, the cat girl yanked open the drawer and grabbed a handful of colorful foil wrappers, turning and tossing them at Brittany in jest. "Hells yeah we can still have sex," she grinned, the heat already building between her thighs at the mere suggestion. "Besides, i'm only in heat for another day or so. After that I think we can go back to au natural. At least until next month, that is."

Brittany had already opened up a fruity scented condom and was sniffing it curiously as she tried to unroll it in her fingers. She wasn't having much luck, the built in lube immediately turning her hands sticky and strawberry flavored. "Where are the instructions?" she asked after a few moments, wondering how she was supposed to get this on now that she'd unrolled it. She got that it stretched, but couldn't imagine squeezing herself into a latex sleeve was all that comfortable, especially since the majority of the lube had unfortunately already transferred from the condom onto her hands. "Or, ya know, we could just wait until you're not in heat..." she offered as well, looking at her mate somewhat pitifully.

Santana squeaked at the thought and snatched the now useless condom from her mate's hand, tossing it off the mattress in the hopeful direction of one of her astutely positioned wastebaskets. Brittany had to be joking if she thought they were simply going to abstain for the one week that she was fertile. Fuck, her heat week was the one time she actually needed to have sex. Biologically, not emotionally. Well, emotionally too, but to a lesser extent. "Or I could put it on for you, show you how to do it and such..." she offered, her tail flicking left and right behind her as the tension inside her gut continued to rise. This wasn't the uncontrollable urge she normally felt when she was in heat, but it also wasn't regular arousal either.

Brittany nodded enthusiastically at the offer, already having chosen another condom from the pile and handing it over to her mate. This felt entirely different to their previous encounters. It was much more relaxed; more thought out. She didn't feel like the world was going to end if she didn't immediately stick her cock inside of Santana. It was a good feeling, even if it did leave room for her self doubt and insecurity to rear its ugly head. Would Santana still want to have sex with her when she wasn't in heat? When it wasn't a biological imperative of hers to be mounted? She didn't seem like she was in heat right now, but clearly she still had been earlier when they'd first arrived at her house. Maybe her mother had somehow managed to turn her 'off' with their wrestling match? But then, did that make the cat woman an actual, literal, cock block? And if so, did she really mind? Not particularly. Not when Santana was looking at her in the way she was now, on all fours with the condom packet gripped in her teeth.