Santana woke up early in the morning to the sound of crying through the baby monitor. She sat up, using her fist to rub her eyes. She let out a yawn and went across the hall to where her baby was. She peeked open her eyes, tired from sleep, and smiled slightly. The red-faced two-year-old continued to cry.
"What's the matter?" Santana whispered and picked up the little girl, who's crying seized almost immediately. Santana chuckled lightly. "Oh, you manipulate me, baby girl." She quickly changed her daughter's diaper before carrying her over to her room. Checking the time on her phone, she sighed. Five-fifty in the morning, an hour before she had to wake up for the first day of her senior year. She got into bed and laid her daughter on her chest. "Go to sleep, angel," she murmured. Her daughter giggled and tapped her mother's face.
"Mommy." Santana sighed and tried to go back to sleep. "Mommy up." She patted her forehead again.
"Mila Moo, mommy's trying to sleep," Santana whispered, but her daughter started to whine again. She sighed and opened her eyes, meeting the little dark chocolate ones. "Okay, honey. What's up?"
"Fest!" Santana cracked a smile and pecked the little Latina's nose. She got out of bed with the little girl in her arms and started to go downstairs.
"What should we have for breakfast?" Mila mumbled incoherent things into her mother's neck while she looked through the fridge.
"A nana!" Mila pointed over Santana's shoulder at the yellow fruit. She squirmed a little in her arms, so Santana placed her in her high chair and grabbed a banana to cut up for her. After she cut it up, she placed the bowl in front of her while she got some iron probiotic oatmeal for her as well. She listened to her daughter mumble in her baby language, with some correct vowels and words. She nodded along, agreeing with her here and there. She fed Mila while she ate an apple herself.
When it was time for her to get ready for school, her mom came into the kitchen.
"Good morning mija," she then turned to her granddaughter and cooed, "good morning Mila." Mila laughed and clapped.
"Hi 'Buela," she grabbed the last of her banana with her fingers and stuck it in her mouth, along with a few fingers.
"Can you watch her, mamí? I need to get ready for school."
"Of course, what do you think I'm here for? I am watching her till you get out of school."
"Thank you," Santana breathed, kissing Maribel on the cheek and heading upstairs.
Santana had a one-night stand with a stranger at a college party she, Quinn, and Puck had snuck into. She didn't know the guy, she didn't even know his name and barely remembers what he looks like. His features didn't come out much in Mila, besides her lips are smaller than Santana's. She found it comforting that Mila mostly looked like her and not the 'sperm donor' as she calls him.
Her mother has helped loads with raising Mila. When she first found out she was pregnant, she was disappointed and didn't want to speak to her much, but she wouldn't dare kick out a pregnant teenager. She didn't exactly find it comforting either that Santana didn't even know who the father was, and he couldn't help out with the child. She accepted Santana again whenever Mila was born, they were both in awe of her and Maribel couldn't possibly be angry nor keep away from the baby whenever Santana would bring her home. Santana's father was a different story. He wanted nothing to do with her when he found out she was pregnant, to him, it was ruining his image. Whenever he was actually home and Santana was in the house, he didn't look at her, nor did he speak to her, and it has been that way ever since. Mila barely knows who he is. She just knows that there is a man who is in the house every once a month.
Santana picked out her outfit for the day and got dressed. Normally she would be putting on her cheerio's uniform, but Sue kicked her off when she found out she was pregnant. She couldn't get back on the cheerio's because she had to go home to take care of Mila. She didn't have anybody to watch her. Maribel will watch her through the day, but she has work at four-thirty in the afternoon and cheerio's practice goes till six. She barely even has time for glee anymore, since it ends at four. She has to rush home in a hurry to get there, so her mom can leave on time to get to the hospital. Luckily, it's only a ten-minute drive from school to get home and a twenty-minute drive to the hospital from the house. Maribel will have to leave Mila at home for a few minutes to get there on time, but it's no big deal. She sits in her little jumper watching television till her mother gets home a few minutes later. Sometimes Santana even has to leave school or practice early if her mom gets called in. Maribel told her to keep doing glee for an outlet and a place where she can be a teenager. Maribel thinks that glee is a wonderful thing for her. If they have any late rehearsals, like when Mr. Shue wants to start something at six instead, Santana will even bring Mila with her. They all adore the little girl.
Santana bounded down the stairs after getting ready. She put on a cute navy blue and white dress and curled her hair lightly with some makeup.
Her mom was sitting in the living room while Mila was on the ground watching Doc McStuffins on the television.
"Moo," Santana called out to her while walking around the couch. "Come say 'bye' to mommy." She held her arms out while Mila waddled into them. She hugged the little girl close and kissed her head a couple of times. "I'll be back later, okay? Be good for Abuela. I love you." She placed another lingering kiss on Mila's forehead before standing up and grabbing her bag. She waved to both of them again.
"Bye mommy. Love!" Santana's heart warmed at the little voice of her daughter, and she blew her a kiss before heading out to her car. She threw her bag into the back seat and sighed, starting her way to the school of hell. She pulled into her parking spot and put on her bitchy facade. She was known as the teenage mom and loser in school. She used to be top dog until all that life stuff happened. Now that she can't exactly get back up top, she stays having a bitch face to maintain at least a little bit of dominance in this school.
Quinn met up with her by Santana's locker. She opened her mouth to say something, but Santana put her hand up, cutting her off.
"I'm not in the mood for any shit today, Fabray. I'm tired as hell," she grumbled as looked at her new locker for the year. Quinn smirked.
"Good night?" Santana rolled her eyes.
"No. I got five hours of sleep last night, with Mila waking me up so early today. I need my sleep, Q." They looked at their schedules and headed off. Quinn snickered at her friend.
"If she wasn't waking you up in the morning, you would be sleeping until past noon. So in this case, Mila did a good deed this morning." Santana rolled her eyes again and elbowed Quinn in the side.
Quinn is the head bitch around here. So Santana's supposes that's another reason why she hasn't gotten a slushy since she got pregnant. Quinn probably had threatened everyone to not do it, or she would have their heads.
"See you later, Lopez."
"Whatever, Fabray," Santana grumbled as she went into her first class. She sighed as she sat down, she was already tired of this. She got her filer out and started to file her nails.
This class is such a bore.
Santana finally made it throughout half the day, and it was now lunch. She got a lunch and went and sat with the glee club.
"Have you guys seen the new chick? Hot as fuck. I bet she's gonna want to take a ride on the Puckasaurus," Puck smirked. Santana gagged internally.
"Nobody wants you," Santana grumbled.
"Oh really? You did."
"For my reputation." She rolled her eyes as the boy frowned at her.
"Yeah Puck, stay away from her," Kurt spoke up. "I want to try to get her on the New Directions."
"That's social suicide, and she's already the odd one out with being new," Quinn said.
"But have you seen those legs?" Kurt gaped. "She has got to be some kind of dancer, or she works out hella."
"Are you sure you're gay?" Santana teased. Kurt glared at her as she laughed.
"Says you," he mumbled, which Santana chose to ignore. "I bet you would like her. I talked to her in my history class, she's very sweet." She rolled her eyes at him and picked around the cafeteria food on her tray with a fork. Then Mercedes spoke up.
"She does have legs for days, though." Tina high-fived her. Santana laughed at them as the conversation went on. She hasn't seen the new kid. She hasn't even heard about her until now, but she's curious.
"I'm going to recruit her, just you watch. We talked about it in class, and she said she might stop by," Kurt spoke again. Santana shook her head.
"Poor new girl has already been harassed by Porcelain." Kurt kicked her shin under the table, and Santana faked hurt.
"Oh ow. How painful."
"Shut up, Satan. Just wait okay? She'll come by."
Santana sat in the first glee rehearsal of the year. It was already half an hour in and Santana was bored. She blocked out Berry's long monologue of who knows what, probably what song to sing at our competition, as soon as she got in the choir room. She continued to file her nails, Mila has gotten in a habit of sucking on Santana's fingers sometimes, and she doesn't want any sharp edges to scratch her accidentally, and she never knows, maybe she'll run into a girl she'll want to go to bed with for a night. Santana smirked at the thought.
While Rachel was talking she leaned over towards Kurt.
"Where's new girl?"
"I don't know! She'll be here though. I guarantee." When there were fifteen minutes left in class, a blonde showed up. Santana tilted her head as she studied the girl. She was stunning. She's assuming that's the new girl because a) she's never seen her before and b) her friends described the new girl having legs for days, and this girl sure does have that. Quinn tapped her leg from the row in front.
"Close your mouth, don't want to catch flies," she smirked. Santana closed her mouth and cleared her throat. Right. That's embarrassing. She couldn't help it, her hair looked so silky smooth and golden, she was tall and lean, and when she looked up and towards the class, it was like Santana's breath got knocked out of her. She had the most blue, gorgeous eyes she has ever seen. They shone brightly like the sun reflecting on the ocean.
"Everybody, this is Brittany, and she will be joining the New Directions!" Mr. Shue smiled happily at the team and gestured for her to take a seat. Brittany thanked him and looked around. There was one seat left, and it was by a Latina. Brittany thought she was hot. She looked her up and down before walking over to the chair and sitting down.
Santana's mouth felt dry, and she swallowed thickly as the blonde turned to her and held out her hand. Santana took it gently. Her hand was so soft. The new girl smiled at her, teeth and all, and Santana's heart just about beat out of her chest. When she talked, it was so smooth.
"Hi. I'm Brittany S. Pierce."
"Uh.." Kurt nudged her in the side. "Santana!" She cleared her throat while Quinn snickered. "Santana Lopez." The blonde threw another smile her way and went back to listening to Mr. Shue's lesson. As soon as glee rehearsal ended, Santana bolted out of the room to get home to her daughter. Brittany furrowed her eyebrows. She was hoping to get to talk to the Latina, but apparently not. She turned to Kurt, her first friend at this new school.
"What's her deal?" He looked up in question, but quickly figured out who she was interested in.
"Santana? Bitchy towards everybody, sweet at times, always in a hurry. You just kind of have to let her come to you, or continue to push to get to know her. She has high walls." Brittany nodded in thought. Gorgeous Latina, she is going to be the one to take those walls down.
A/N: First Brittana fanfic! I've been obsessed with Brittana for ages and I've been reading their fanfics for years. I've written a random story before on Wattpad, but I love this app and wanted to try and write my own fic on here about Glee. I hope you like the first chapter!