A/N: You guys love your Brittana weddings, huh? :) I find myself totally ok with that :D

Still quite a bit to go in this story – I'll let you know as the end approaches because at this stage, even though I know what's going to happen, I don't know how many chapters it will take to write :)

Can't believe how popular Bella is…I love writing her, though. She's so much fun :)

Heads up! Lady lovin' :)

Thanks so much for your support, as always.

Onward and up!

-H

Disclaimer: I don't own Glee :(


CHAPTER 52

Santana's head was spinning, literally and figuratively, from turning around to receive congratulations after congratulations. It was no surprise that the musical had been a complete blockbuster hit. The cast had been called back three times for an encore and had ended up performing their final number one more time.

Brittany was at her side, holding a sleepy Bella as they accepted the crazy amounts of praise. It went on for what felt like hours, but they eventually managed to sneak out of the auditorium around eleven. Their friends and family had gushed and Rachel had demanded a signed copy of the script.

"Was that whole thing real?" Santana mused as they sat in the back of a cab, smelling her roses again.

Brittany giggled and snuggled close. "Very real, baby. Straight from your brilliant mind to the stage. I'm so proud of you."

Santana looked at her shyly and bit her lip. "Thank you," she whispered.

Her fiancée just gigged again and pressed a loving kiss against her cheek. "Can't wait to get you home for our celebration."

Santana flushed beet red, and she was grateful for the cover of darkness. It was ridiculous how Brittany reduced her to absolute mush with a few choice words. She couldn't wait to spend the rest of her life blushing at her beautiful fiancée's words. The cab pulled up outside their building and Santana paid while Brittany secured their sleeping daughter.

"She looks just like you do when you sleep," Brittany murmured when they were in the elevator.

The older Latina chuckled. "You're such a creeper, Britt. You watch me sleep?"

Brittany grinned. "Totally. You're so beautiful when you sleep and you don't get shy like you do when I look at you too long."

Santana kissed Brittany's cheek, nuzzling her skin. "You are so adorable, you know that."

"I do."

"Confident of ourselves, aren't we?"

"Well, I haven't heard any complaints from you," Brittany teased, stepping out onto their floor.

"I'll never complain about your confidence, B," Santana reciprocated, opening the door. She headed to the kitchen to put her beautiful roses in a vase.

Brittany just hummed in agreement. "Baby, could you put her to bed? I need to get some stuff ready."

"What stuff?" Santana asked curiously, taking Bella.

The blonde just wiggled her eyebrows and headed into the bathroom. Santana brushed it off. She loved Brittany's romantic surprises so she knew that she had no reason to worry. She dressed Bella in her onesie and tucked her daughter under the covers. She sat on the bed and started humming, her fingers tracing the outline of Bella's face.

"Te quiero, mi carina," she whispered, leaning down and kissing her forehead lightly. "I'm so thankful for you."

She watched her daughter slumbering peacefully for a little longer before standing up and heading towards her bedroom. She had just pulled her shoes off as she entered and she gasped at the sight she was met with.

"Baby," she whispered in awe.

Candles were lit everywhere and Brittany was standing next to their dresser in some seriously sexy lingerie.

"Wow," Santana choked out.

Brittany chuckled and held out a hand. "Come here, San. Tonight is about me making you feel good."

"But you always make me feel good," Santana protested quietly, dropping her shoes and stepping into Brittany's arms. "Just being with you makes me so happy."

"I know, and I feel the same. But I want to show you how much I love you."

Santana smiled up at her and they simultaneously leaned in for a passionate kiss. Brittany gently undressed her, so carefully that Santana almost didn't even feel her clothes being discarded. Then again, Brittany's kisses were completely distracting. She found herself on her back against their soft sheets in her underwear with Brittany on top of her, their bodies locking together perfectly, lips never parting.

Her hands ran across Brittany's back, feeling the flex of every muscle as they started to move against each other. It felt heavenly. It always did with Britt, when their skin was touching as much as possible.

Santana loved that there were times where they didn't need to speak as they were making love. They just knew. They communicated with their bodies, with their eyes, and Brittany's blue ones were telling her to get naked. Santana leaned up to kiss her again and slid out of her underwear while Brittany got rid of her bra. Once her underwear was laying somewhere on the floor, she hooked her thumbs into Brittany's very sexy pink lacy thong and slipped her life index finger further down, just brushing her fiancée's clit.

"Oh, fuck," Brittany whispered against her lips, her hips pressing down against Santana's finger.

Santana just smiled and nuzzled Brittany's warm cheek with her nose, leaving soft kisses against the clammy skin. She built Brittany up very slowly, savouring every pleasurable jerk, every crash of their lips when the blonde started moaning too loudly. Brittany buried her face in Santana's neck as she came, her body convulsing as her orgasm exploded throughout her body. The Latina just brought her down slowly, her lips never wandering from her skin for more than a second.

"Hmmm," Brittany moaned, breathing heavily as she lay on top of Santana.

Santana giggled and ran all ten fingers across Brittany's back as she got her body ready for round two.

"I thought I was supposed to make you feel good," the blonde eventually mumbled, lifting her head to look down at her fiancée lovingly.

Santana lifted a shoulder and smirked. "Baby, you make me feel good, regardless of who orgasms. You know how much I love making you come."

"I do know how much I love you making me come," Brittany chuckled, leaning in for a few sensual kisses. "So you like my present?"

"Hmmm," Santana hummed, hooking her thumbs in the thong again. "When did you have time to buy this, you sneaky ninja?"

"I have my ways," she replied mysteriously, laughing at the Latina's pout. She nibbled on her protruding bottom lip. "I like getting dressed up for you," she whispered.

Santana's heart started hammering at the confession, a myriad of memories flying through her mind. The most prominent picture that remained wasn't even a memory, but she couldn't wait for it to become one.

"I can't wait to see you in a wedding dress," she murmured against Brittany's lips.

Brittany giggled, her entire body shaking wonderfully against Santana's. "I can't wait for you to fuck me in my wedding dress."

Santana hummed again. "We should get lots of practice in. You know, to make sure we have it down to an art."

Blue eyes met hers playfully. "Practise having sex?"

"Totally," Santana deadpanned, but her eyes were shining. "I mean, we have to take into account where we'll be, how much space we'll have, how much time we'll have and how much I'll have to muffle your moans."

"My moans? What about yours?"

"I feel that I am well practised in keeping quiet when I need to," Santana retorted with a smile. "I wasn't the one my mom always heard."

Brittany buried her face in Santana's neck and the Latina gasped at the feeling of her tongue tracing her caramel skin.

"I feel we're going to have to test my theory," Brittany whispered.

"Hence, practice."

The blonde wasted no time, slipping her thigh against Santana's core and thrusting hard. It elicited a deliciously loud moan from her fiancée and she smirked. She did it again with the same result.

"What was that about being well practised?"

"Shut up," Santana muttered, grabbing the back of Brittany's neck and pulling her down for a fierce kiss.

Within minutes of Brittany's vigorous thrusting, Santana was a quivering mess beneath her. The blonde had let Santana practically tear her lingerie off and she guided the Latina's strong legs further apart and quickly positioned herself to meet Santana's heated core with her own. She could feel the throbbing between them and she wasn't even sure who was more ready for an orgasm. Regardless, she coaxed her fiancée into a rhythm quickly and they were soon breathing heavily into each other's mouths when they weren't kissing passionately.

Santana's nails dug into Brittany's back and she arched in pleasure, her thrust causing her fiancée to whimper, gasp and moan her name as her entire body shook in pleasure. Brittany followed suit almost immediately. They twitched and shuddered against each other for a few minutes, their lips grazing necks, shoulders, cheeks.

"More practice?" Brittany husked, kissing down Santana's body, disappearing under the covers that had been kicked to the foot of the bed.

"Oh my God," Santana groaned, her back listing off the bed at the feeling of Brittany's mouth on her. Brittany's tongue expertly worked her pussy into a frenzy and she came hard without even preparing properly for it.

"Mama?"

Santana's eyes flew open and she sat up, grabbing the sheets to cover herself. She heard a yelp from the foot of the bed as Brittany fell off.

"Um, Bella. W-What's wrong, baby girl?" Santana asked, trying to control her breathing. The fact that she was still getting little jerks of pleasure from her orgasm wasn't helping.

"I had a bad dream," Bella said in small voice. She clutched her Disney pillow tighter.

Santana glanced around for her fiancée and heard some rummaging by their closet on the other side of the bed. She held her arms out to her daughter. "Come on, baby."

Bella gratefully clambered onto the bed. She looked around in confusion. "Where's Mommy?"

"Present!" Brittany said brightly, suddenly appearing next to the bed.

Santana's brows lifted in surprise. She was dressed, albeit haphazardly, in sleep shorts and a tank. That explained the closet rummaging.

"Where'd you go? I saw you fall off the bed," Bella asked.

"I, um, was looking for Mama's pj's," Brittany said, triumphantly holding up a matching pair of sleep shorts and tank top for Santana.

Thank you, Santana mouthed, smiling gratefully.

Brittany winked and climbed onto the bed.

"Mama, you're all sweaty. Are you sick?" Bella asked in concern, her small hands feeling Santana's flushed cheeks.

"Um, no, I'm f-fine, Bella. I just, uh, had a dream. Yeah, and I was…running a lot in the dream, so I guess I got all sweaty from that."

"Did your lights go out?" the little girl asked, looking around at the candles.

"No, but we're being good and conserving energy," Santana replied, inwardly cringing at lying to her daughter.

"Ok," Bella said, seemingly buying the story. "They look pretty."

"They do," Santana agreed, smiling up at her fiancée.

Brittany smiled and handed Santana her clothes and distracted their daughter while she hurriedly got dressed, trying desperately to disregard how between her legs and thighs were coated with her juices. And probably Brittany's too.

"So, Little B. Who do we need to go and scare off? Who dared enter your dreams without our permission?"

"Mommy, it was evil Coach Sue!"

"Oh, no," Brittany said dramatically. "That's really bad. Is it because she had the beautiful princess trapped in the Teletubbies' castle and the other beautiful princess hadn't had a chance to rescue her yet?"

Santana just smiled and settled back into her pillows, watching her fiancée interact with their daughter. It was a sight she would never get tired of. A sudden memory-that-hadn't-happened-yet flashed before her eyes as she saw Bella plus another eager little person vying for their mommy's attention, the blonde effortlessly managing to keep both children happy.

God, I love that woman so much it hurts. And she's is going to be an even better mother to our next child than she is to Bella.

But the best part was that Santana knew that Bella wouldn't be short-changed. Brittany had so much love to give and it seemed that the source was endless.

"Can I sleep here, Mama?" Bella asked softly.

"Of course, baby girl," Santana replied immediately. It felt like forever since Bella had slept in the same bed as her and, if she was being honest, she did miss it sometimes. She smiled as Bella burrowed under the covers.

"It smells funny under here," she said, her voice muffled.

Santana's mortification returned ten-fold and she quickly picked Bella up and snuggled her close. "Careful, mija, you don't want the sock monster to get you!"

"What?" Bella asked in a scared voice.

"Don't worry, Little B," Brittany said with a straight face. "The sock monster only takes smelly socks." She leaned closer. "That's why your mama is always looking for socks."

They erupted into giggles and Santana just shook her head.

"Come on, let's snuggle," she said, wiggling closer to her fiancée, meeting her eyes and wrinkling her nose in affection.

"Snuggling is the best part of my day," Brittany said quietly, putting her arm over Bella, who was cushioned between them and rested her hand on Santana's hip. Her fingers slipped underneath the tank top and grazed the soft skin.

"You good, baby girl?" Santana asked their daughter, her eyes never leaving Brittany's.

"Uh huh."

Santana broke the eye contact to lean down and kiss Bella's dark hair. "Sweet dreams, baby girl. Mommy and I will protect you from evil Coach Sue."

"And the sock monster?" Bella asked.

"Your mama's got super ninja skills to defeat the dreaded sock monster," Brittany said in a proud voice. "She can do anything."

Santana flushed and smiled bashfully.

"She totally can," Bella agreed, turning around to hug Santana. "Night, mama."

"Goodnight, Bella. Love you."

"Love you." She swivelled and snuggled into Brittany, making both older women grin. "Night, Mommy. Love you too."

"Goodnight, Little B. I love you." She also leaned down to press a kiss to their daughter's head.

Santana shuffled closer so that she could lift herself up and meet Brittany's lips for a sweet kiss. "Para siempre," she whispered. "I'll miss you holding me tonight."

"This is good practice," Brittany whispered back with a wide smile.

"B, I don't even think we need practice. We're perfect."

"Together."

"Always together," Santana agreed.


Santana checked her reflection in the bathroom mirror with a frown. "B, could you double check for me?"

Brittany was giggling when she entered the bathroom. "San, I told you that you've caked enough concealer that not even a superscope could see anything."

"What's a superscope?"

"A super microscope."

"Ah, but of course."

She went back to checking her eye, pressing on a sensitive spot. She winced.

"Don't be silly, babe," Brittany said, turning Santana to face her instead of the mirror. She inspected the skin around the Latina's eye carefully. "There's no mark. I doubt it'll even bruise that much. There's a teeny bit of swelling, but you can hardly see it."

Before Santana could protest, she leaned in and placed two feather light kisses against the concealed bruise.

"All better," Brittany said with a wink.

"Totally," Santana breathed.

"Mama?"

Brittany stepped back and the looked down to see Bella looking very apologetic.

"Hey, baby girl," Santana said soothingly, kneeling down in front of her. "Please don't worry about it. You can't even see anything! Look!"

"B-B-But I h-hit you," Bella hiccupped, tears in her eyes.

"Oh, mi amor, it was an accident. I know you didn't mean it! You were asleep. You were probably just fighting off evil Coach Sue. Bella, I promise that I'm ok and that I'm not mad." She held up a pinkie.

Bella looked from Santana's face to her pinkie and back again. Her mama smiled encouragingly and she eventually wrapped her tiny finger around Santana's.

"I pinkie promise that I'm perfectly fine and that you hardly even hit me."

"O-Ok," Bella said.

"Come here, my beautiful baby girl," Santana said lovingly, pulling Bella into a tight hug. "I love you and you'd have to do a lot more than hit me in your sleep to make me mad at you. A lot more." She pulled her away quickly. "But that doesn't mean you have to start testing those limits."

Bella giggled and Santana smiled back. She kissed her daughter's cheek.

"We ready to go?" Brittany asked. She held a hand out to help Santana up.

"Yup," she replied, kissing her fiancée's cheek.

They headed out, Bella and Brittany doing their usual morning commute jam session with whatever songs they had rolling around in their heads. Santana had been playing some Tina Turner earlier that week and Bella had loved it. She was on a total Tina kick.

"You're simply the best!" Bella and Brittany sang loudly as they walked down the street, totally rocking out in their own world. "Better than all the rest!"

Santana was walking on the other side of Bella, leading them to the youngest Lopez's school. She loved just experiencing the two most important people in her life in their element. None of them cared about the funny looks that they got – who does an impromptu jam session (every morning) on the way to school?

"Come on, San!" Brittany grinned. "I know you can hit those notes."

"Go, Mama!" Bella encouraged.

Santana rolled her eyes and joined in on the chorus, taking both of Bella's hands and dancing with her as they rounded the corner to her school. Brittany laughed and clapped.

"Brittany? Brittany Pierce?"

Their performance halted and Brittany's eyes widened as she saw the person who had called her name.

"Holy shit," she breathed.


"Baby, that was fucking insane!" Santana burst out as soon as they were out of hearing range of the kids at Bella's school.

Brittany giggled and rolled her eyes. "It was nothing, San."

"Oh, yeah. It was nothing that I just met Justin frigging Timberlake. Because he remembers you. And he offered you a dancing job next to him 'anytime you want one'." She did a poor imitation of the international superstar.

Brittany flushed and looked down. She hated her association to famous people. She wasn't a fan of fame at all. She'd been happy to blend in the background during press days on tour, even if she was one of the frontrunners.

"Ah, B, come on! That was pretty cool," Santana said, threading their arms and pulling her close. She kissed her cheek noisily. "I know you're over being a super famous dancer, but I totally think it's sexy."

Brittany snorted a laugh. "San, you think I'm sexy. And you've always loved my dancing. This is hardly a surprise."

Santana stepped in front of her and grabbed the lapels of her jacket. "Well, yeah. Duh. Have you seen you? I'd totally do you." She grinned and leaned in for a kiss that soon escalated into a mini make out session while they were still walking.

"Baby, I'm gonna walk us into something," Brittany said once she'd managed to disengage her mouth from Santana's. Her arms were still around her fiancée's waist.

"But I love you!" Santana whined, peppering kisses down Brittany's neck.

Brittany squealed as she hit a ticklish spot. "Come on, you horndog. We've got a meeting with DC, remember?"

"Yup!" Santana released her and moved to walk next to Brittany, but not before linking their fingers and giving her a sweet kiss on her cheek. "You'll always be a famous dancing star in my mind, baby."

Brittany smiled and shook her head. "You know I don't mind what you call me, San. Just so-"

"Just so long as I call you mine," Santana finished for her, smiling shyly. "I know."

The blonde stopped walking and expertly held her fiancée as she dipped her low for a loving kiss. It was, unfortunately, ruined by a jackass hooting and whistling at them.

"Ugh, fuck off, asshole!" Santana yelled back once she'd broken the kiss. She turned back to Brittany and smiled. "I love you."

"Love you. Come on. Enough delays for one morning."

Santana snuggled into her as they made their way to the best place for them to catch a cab.


"Santana, Brittany, sit down," DC said with a smile when they walked in his office. The obliged with returning smiles. "First of all, can I say a very hearty congratulations on the huge success of Glee. I don't think anyone expected it to be that big. I've had numerous calls and emails from people who are highly impressed with what you two presented."

Santana blushed and Brittany just took her hand, threading their fingers together.

"Thanks, DC. It was definitely a team effort. There's no way that I could've done anything without Santana and the kids and the rest of the faculty that helped us."

"Absolutely," DC said, nodding furiously. "So, Santana, I know that you have ideas. So, lay 'em on me."

"Um, well I think the main one that I've been thinking about is starting a glee club at Griffin Hill."

"That's like a choir, right? That's how you met?"

"Sort of and no. Brittany and I have known each other since first grade, but our high school glee club helped me come to terms with who I am and that I loved her, so…yeah. I believe in the power of music and the family that a glee club can create. Stereotypically, glee club is comprised of the so-called losers of the school. But it takes a lot of guts to do what they do. It's not just singing. You dance, harmonise, work with each other, play off each other's strengths, support each other. I saw a little of that with the cast of the musical and, based on the success of that, I really think that there is some seriously untapped talent at this school. Now that the students realise that it's ok to enjoy singing and performing, we could unlock unimaginable potential."

Santana took a breath after her impassioned speech and looked at Brittany when she squeezed her hand. She had the proudest smile on her face, and it made Santana duck her head shyly.

"Well, I'm sold. What do you need?"

She blinked at DC. "Just like that?"

"Well, you've proven to me that you can handle something like this. You've got the experience and the expertise and, most importantly, the passion. Also, you're not the only person who's approached me about starting a glee club here."

"Yeah?" Brittany asked in surprise.

Santana didn't want something like this to be taken away from her by another faculty member before she'd even had a chance to take it for a test spin.

"The kids, of course! Pretty much everyone from the cast and a few other students have expressed curiosity in something like a glee club becoming a fixture at Griffin Hill."

"Oh, awesome!" Brittany said with a smile. "San, we'll probably only start glee club next year, right?"

"Um, yeah." Santana snapped out of her head. She had so many thoughts running around. "Yeah, next year. You know, the year's almost over and all the competitions are probably done. We had Nationals at the beginning of May, right, Britt?"

"Um, yeah, it was just before my birthday."

"We'll need a rehearsal room. We can't use the studio because you have your after school dance classes."

"Yeah, but you can totally use it," Brittany said.

"That's sweet, babe, but I don't think we can take away from people who are paying for after school lessons in favour of a voluntary club, you know?"

"I may have a place where you could rehearse," DC interjected.

"Yeah?"

"Well, we've received a sizable donation by a group of parents – they donate every year – to build a new faculty lounge, complete with a proper kitchen and conference room."

"Wow," Santana murmured. "That's pretty cool."

"I know right?" DC said in excitement. "I love that part of my job. Anyway, would the old faculty lounge work for you as a rehearsal room?"

"Well, we called it a choir room in high school, and yes! It would be completely perfect! I'm sure I can enlist Kurt and Rachel to trick it out with everything we need."

"Great. Well, construction is going to take place during summer vacation and should be completed by the time the fall semester starts."

"That sounds…amazing, DC. Thank you."

"Thank you. This has all come about because you two had a vision. I definitely plan to keep you two around for a while." He winked.

They chuckled. "I don't think it'll be easy to get rid of us, DC," Santana confessed, looking at Brittany. "This school has been nothing but good to me."

Her fiancée scrunched her nose up.

"We'll need to factor this new club into the budget, too. Do you have any idea of costs involved?"

"Um, no," Santana said, pulling a thoughtful face. Then she smiled. "But I have a very good idea of who to ask."


A/N: Thank you for your patience with me updating. It's partly because of a lack of Brittana inspiration, but mostly due to a very big drive to work on my first Sweet Lady Kisses novel. More info on my Tumblr if anyone's interested :)

I appreciate those who have stuck with me for this fic and all my others (which will hopefully be updated soon). It means the world :)

Fics that you have to read: Clockwork by the amazing Gorshenin (author of I Need A Medic), The Road To Unicorn by RainManWithBoobs (I have recommended this fic before, but seriously – you have to read it) and lastly, Where I'm Going by MPEmax. It's totally cute :)

Onward and up!

-H

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