Hi! This is my first Glee fanfiction. Brittana mean a lot to me as a couple, so I knew I wanted to write something about them so I had this idea. Please please please let me know how you feel about this and if you want me to continue or not. Hope you enjoy! :)

It's been five years.

Five years since Santana married Brittany. Five years since the beginning of the rest of their lives together.

And now, Santana sits here in her living room with her wife nestled in her arms by the roaring fire on a cold winter's day, and she can't help but think how lucky they are. Whenever she looks at Brittany, she can barely hide the smile that automatically comes to her lips. She's never felt anything like this for anyone else, neither Finn nor Puck.

Santana brushes her fingers lightly along Brittany's arms, softly laughing as she sees the goosebumps form and she twitches at Santana's touch. She sweeps her long, chocolate brown curls over one shoulder and bends to trail kisses down Brittany's neck, unable to satisfy her need for contact with mere cuddles by the fire.

'I love you, you know,' she comments. Brittany smiles and turns to face her, wiping the smile off Santana's face as she senses a serious conversation coming up, and she hates those.

'I love you too, but I think we're ready to take our relationship to the next level.'

'Britt, we're married, there is no other level,' Santana remarks, missing the point.

'No, well yes, but no. Santana Lopez, will you have a baby with me?'

Santana narrows her eyes, 'Why did you frame it like a proposal?'

'Because, silly, I haven't gotten to propose yet, and it always looks fun on TV,' she replies with a 'duh' kind of tone.

'And was it?' Santana laughs.

'Yes, but you're missing the point. I want to have a baby with you, Santana.'

She sits back, slightly surprised by Brittany's proposition because, though they've never discussed it, it's something she's been thinking about for a long time. She takes in her wife's sapphire blue eyes that are filled with hope and adoration, and she knows she can't say no.

'Let's do it!'

A large grin breaks out on Brittany's face as she kisses Santana, clutching a handful of her soft, dark brown hair that always smells of vanilla.

'I can't believe we're really doing this!' Santana says, the excitement evident on her face. She can't believe it: just when she thought things couldn't get any better between the pair of them, Brittany manages to prove her wrong.

'I know, but it's going to be so great. Imagine a little Santana or Brittany running around… of course, it might be a little boy, but he'd still be as incredibly sassy and awesome as both of us,' Brittany rambles on, making Santana laugh as she describes what their child would be like.

'Britt, calm down, don't you think you're getting a bit ahead of yourself?'

Brittany becomes silent, agreeing with her wife.

'Do you want to start now? Just some basic decisions, of course, and I've started a bit of research. I was thinking that IUI looks like the best option, but we could try IVF too I suppose. Oh, and I didn't think we should rule out adoption, unless you want to have our own baby?'

'Calm down!' Santana laughs, but secretly she's amazed by how enthusiastic Brittany is about this. 'Right, first things first- who should carry the baby? I get what you're saying with adoption, but I really want our baby to be ours, you know?'

Brittany nods. 'I think you should, Santana. I have my dancing, and you're definitely long overdue a break. Besides, you could continue writing as long as you want and that way, we can both keep working for longer.'

Santana had launched her music career a year after marrying Brittany, almost instantly rising to the top of the charts with her first song, Britanna. Now, she was a world-famous pop star and had recently returned from her last tour debuting her third album. Brittany was right- it was time for a break.

'God, ok, if you're sure? Oh my god this is going to be so great!' she squealed, pulling Brittany in for a tight hug which was reciprocated with equal enthusiasm.

'Perfect! I can't wait for this, and I wouldn't want it to be with anyone but you.'

'Love you, Britt-Britt.'

'Love you too.'