For Us

by Sam Lulpus

What happened after Brittany and Santana's vacation in lesbos? They had to return to real life eventually right? Back to New York, back to their friends, back to figuring out what being an adult means. This is basically how I see their life going (with some flashbacks to before this story starts for some flavour.) This is a long one, so buckle in ;)

18. Chapter 18

Brittany remembered very clearly the night when she decided that she would do anything for Santana. It was relatively early in their friendship, and Santana was staying over at her house for the first time. She had been so excited that she got her mother to make a whole range of food and snacks, she'd bought five new dvds that she thought Santana would like, she'd cleaned her room, and even changed her sheets. It was strange because they'd seen each other at school that very day, and Brittany had been fine. Excited, but fine. By five PM however, thirty minutes before Santana was supposed to arrive, she was a huge bundle of nerves, and she couldn't understand why. Her heart was beating rapidly in her chest and she could not focus on anything her parents were telling her. In fact, for the first time in her life Brittany felt like telling her parents to just shut up. She wanted to sit in silence and contemplate her nervous state, but they wouldn't let her. Partly to settle herself and partly to get away from her father's relentless jokes, Brittany kept standing up and walking around the house. She went to the bathroom a couple of times and stared at herself in the mirror, while other times she would walk to her room and look around, trying to see it how Santana would see it. It was on one of these times, as she stared at her bed covers, wondering if she should change them, when Santana arrived. As soon as the doorbell rang, Brittany sped out of her room and thundered down the stairs, reaching the door just as her mother did.

"Britt-B calm down honey" her mother said, laughing. Brittany ignored her, bouncing on the balls of her feet and barely able to contain herself.

"Open the door mum" she urged her mother, who was still looking at her in amusement. Susan shook her head, still laughing, and pulled open the door. Santana was standing, body facing the door, but head turned back, talking to someone. When she heard the door open she spun back around, nearly dropping the duffle bag she was carrying, and smiled brightly as she saw Brittany standing there. The pure joy in her eyes stunned Brittany. She had been expecting Santana to be as nervous as she was, to feel awkward around her parents, or wonder how she was supposed to behave in Brittany's house at night, but she wasn't. Instead she beamed at Brittany's mum, greeting her cheerfully with a hug, and thanking her for having her over for the night. She also said that her mother said thanks as well, but the way her eyes darted momentarily away from Brittany's mum as she said it made Brittany suspect that this wasn't actually true. When her mum finally stepped aside, Santana pulled Brittany into a fierce hug that both thrilled and confused her. They had seen each other only two hours before, so why was Santana hugging her like they hadn't seen each other for years.

"Hi B" she breathed into Brittany's hair, and Brittany felt tingles run over her entire body, washing away all of the anxiety she had been feeling over the sleepover.

"Hi" she said back, hoping her voice carried the same happiness.

Ashley's shouts and valiant attempts to free herself from her father's grasp made them pull apart laughing, and Brittany took Santana's bag from her and pulled her into the living room where her father and sister were. Throughout the rest of the evening, Brittany watched Santana closely for any sign that she wasn't enjoying herself, or that she needed a break from her family's relentless attention, but no such sign presented itself. Santana seemed genuinely happy as she danced around the room with a four year old Ashley, as she laughed at Pierce's jokes, and as she helped Susan wash up the dishes after dinner. It was actually Brittany who decided that they had spent enough time in her family's company, and with a meaningful look to Santana that told her not to contradict her, she informed her parents that she and Santana had had a long day at school, and needed to go to bed.

There was no awkwardness as they changed into the pyjamas, though as Brittany pulled on her sleep shorts she could not understand why she had expected there to be any. They changed in front of each other every day after cheerleading practice after all. Finally, they both slipped under the covers of Brittany's bed and for the first time, there was silence. Santana lay on her back, looking up at the ceiling, and Brittany lay on her side, watching Santana. She still looked happy, but there was a shadow of something else there. Brittany had long learned that asking Santana direct question about something she didn't want to talk about was not likely to get her anywhere, but there was something about lying together in the darkness that seemed to embolden her. As Santana shut her eyes slowly, Brittany dove in.

"Santana?" she whispered.

"Yeah?" Santana asked without opening her eyes. Brittany was silent for a while, wondering how best to ask her questions.

"Are you okay?"

Santana's brow twitched, but then went back to normal so quickly that Brittany couldn't be sure she had actually seen it move. Santana didn't answer immediately, and her breathing had stopped. She was holding her breath. Brittany tried to breathe as quietly as possible, not wanting anything to spoil what she thought was going to be the first honest answer she had ever received to that question from Santana. Finally Santana let out the breath she was holding and turned onto her side with her eyes still closed.

"I am" she said quietly. Brittany didn't speak, she knew there was more Santana wanted to say. Sure enough, seconds later Santana spoke again.

"I wasn't earlier though"

"Why not?" Brittany asked, still whispering.

"My parents…" Santana pause and bit her bottom lip. "My dad called to say he was going out of town for the rest of the week, and my mum wasn't happy about it because he was supposed to stay home with me. My mum's going away for two weeks." Brittany was silent for a while as she thought. There was something deeper in what Santana was telling her, and she needed to understand what it was before she asked a stupid question and ended the conversation before it had properly started. Santana didn't speak either, nor did she open her eyes. Her fingers were tracing absently on her lips and around her mouth as she too seemed to be thinking.

"Who dropped you here?" Brittany finally asked, because when Santana had arrived she had been talking, happily it seemed, to someone in a car.

"Robert" Santana said. Brittany nodded. She always loved how close Santana and her driver were, but as she thought about it now, it probably wasn't a good sign.

"So are you going to stay with your abuela all week then?"

Santana's brow twitched again, and she shook her head.

"Why not?"

"I always stay in the house by myself when they go."

Brittany frowned in confusion. Santana had just turned 14. How could it be possible that her parents allowed her to stay in the house alone for a week? As if sensing Brittany's confusion, for her eyes were still closed, Santana elaborated.

"They get the cook to stay over, I have the driver to take me wherever I need to go, and there's the maid who comes like…twice a week. When they're gone she comes everyday….even though she really doesn't need to" she added under her breath.

"But why don't you just go to your abuela's?" Brittany asked, still confused.

"I don't need to Britt. I'm fine in the house."

"Alone?" The word left Brittany's lips as barely a whisper. Santana bit her lip again.

"It's not much different when they're around so…" she shrugged. Brittany felt a sharp pain in her chest. She shifted closer to Santana, and they lay in silence for a few minutes.

"Yes it is" Brittany finally said, and she didn't need to elaborate. She watched the small nod Santana gave as she bit her bottom lip harder to keep from crying, and knew she was right. Santana may pretend that she's used to being alone, but nobody their age could be used to being alone. She understood now, that it was not their being away that Santana hated, but their coming back. When they were away she could tell herself that they cared more than they let on, they just had very important jobs. When they were at home and ignored her, there was no way to make any excuses.

"They always say they'll call" Santana said. Her voice was deathly quiet, almost like she didn't want to hear her own words. "First they say they'll never both be gone at the same time again, then when it happens, they tell me how they'll call all the time to make sure I'm ok."

They were silent again, this time because Brittany just didn't know what to say. She was spared the necessity though, when Santana continued speaking.

"Usually when they come back I get pretty cool gifts though." She was trying to sound like this was funny, or even just amusing, but it came out as what it really was. Disappointing.

For the first time Brittany truly understood Santana. She understood why she was always so mean to people at school, and why no one seemed to know how funny or goofy she was, how smart. They didn't know, because they had never seen it. She had never allowed people to get close enough to her to find out these things about her. It was also why she was so mean. People rarely want to get to know someone who was always so consistently cruel. Brittany's heart broke for Santana as she saw for the first time just how sad she actually was. How scared she was that everyone in her life would turn out to be as disappointing as her parents were. In that moment, Brittany resolved to be that constant pillar that Santana didn't think possible. She decided to never break a single promise, to never act or speak without thinking about how it would make Santana feel, and most of all, to never allow Santana to be alone, no matter how much she pretended she didn't care. She knew, that she would do anything for this beautifully strong girl, who was fighting so hard not to be consumed by anger at her parents, or loneliness. This wonderful person who felt things so deeply that she had to shut everyone out just to survive.

She shuffled so close to Santana that she could feel her breath on her face, and put her arm around her waist. Santana's eyes snapped open and she gazed into Brittany's.

"I'll always call" Brittany whispered. Santana looked confused for a second, then understanding washed over her and she blinked rapidly as tears pooled in her eyes. Brittany pulled her closer still, and tucked her head into her neck, rubbing her hand up and down her back.

"I promise I'll always call"

---

Santana was lying flat on her back on the cream carpet in their newly furnished living room. She was drifting on the edge of sleep, never really succumbing to it, but not fully awake either. She had long since lost track of how long she had been lying there, but she knew it was a really long time. She wanted to open her eyes to check her phone, but she didn't know where it was, and the thought of moving at all to look for it frightened her. So instead, she continued to lie still. Finally, what felt like hours later, Brittany came down the stairs.

"Santa-"

"Shhhh" Santana hissed. As soon as the sound left her mouth, she opened her eyes and held her breath. Several seconds later she sighed, closing her eyes again. Brittany moved silently to her side and crouched down so she was closer to her face.

"What are you doing?"

Santana lifted an arm slowly and pointed at her stomach.

"It's been hours." Brittany said as she kneeled down.

"Every time I move he wakes up."

"But it's been hours."

"Exactly. Yet every time I move he wakes up."

"You can't keep letting him take you hostage like this"

"I want him to sleep as long as possible. If that means I have to lie on the floor all night every night then that's what I'll have to do"

Brittany smiled into the darkness. She always knew Santana would be an amazing mother, but this was a downside she had not foreseen. Santana seemed to think that taking care of herself meant being a mediocre parent. She was sleeping less and less as the weeks went on, and burying herself in books or online articles about introducing solid food to babies, and the best ways to deal with teething. Jesus was having a particularly rough time with teething, and it was making him cranky and clingy. He hated being put down and he hated sleeping in the crib. Every night was a long fight to get him to sleep, and when he finally did, trying to move him was a sure way to wake him up again. Brittany had decided that maybe it was time for them to let him learn how to sooth himself, but that of course meant hearing him cry and not going to pick him up, and Santana had not even lasted five minutes. Tonight was the third night in a row when Santana had not yet come to bed by three AM, and Brittany was getting seriously worried.

"Santana" she said slowly, brushing some of Santana's hair off her face. "You can't do that"

"I am doing it"

"No I mean…you shouldn't"

"Britt if you're going to tell me about my own health again, let me just stop you there."

"Baby…we're raising twins. We need to be as healthy as we can if we're going to survive."

"I am healthy. I'm only 24. My body is built to survive less amounts of sleep."

"No it isn't. And it isn't just about the sleep." Brittany moved quickly, lifting Jesus from Santana's stomach and laying him on her own chest. Santana sat bolt upright, but remained silent, watching to see if he would wake up. He stirred, opening his eyes once, but they closed quickly and he lay his head down on Brittany's shoulder, fast asleep. When she was sure he was asleep, Brittany stood up and walked up the stairs and out of the room. Santana sat for a few minutes, listening to Brittany climbing the stars and into the twins' room. When there were no cries, she dragged herself onto the closest couch and closed her eyes.

"Santana" Brittany's voice called from feet away, making her jump to her feet.

"When did you come down?"

"It's been an hour since I took him up."

"An hour?"

"Yeah. Listen, tomorrow I'm taking the boys to Quinn's."

"Ok" Santana said, sitting back down. She glanced around for her phone and spotted it on the floor below the tv.

"It's almost 5:30 AM, so Kyler should be up in an hour or so."

Santana nodded numbly, closing her stinging eyes and trying to ignore the headache.

"I'll just go take a long shower then, it'll wake me up."

Brittany sat down next to her and rubbed her back. "No you won't."

"Why?" Santana asked.

"Because you're going to go straight to bed."

"There's no point sleeping for an hour. It'll just make me feel worse."

"You're going to sleep for the whole day."

"But we're going to Quinn's"

"No, I'm going to Quinn's. You're staying here and sleeping."

"Britt, I can't"

"Why not? I'll deal with Jesus, Quinn will love playing with Kyler all day, and we'll be fine."

"I know you'll be fine but-"

"You don't think I can take care of Jesus as well as you?"

Santana sat up straighter and opened her eyes, frowning. "Brittany how can you say that. Of course I don't think that."

"Then why I are you torturing yourself like this? Why won't you let me help you?"

"Because I know I'm being crazy. I know I don't need to be lying on the floor all through the night so he can sleep, but I just can't help it, and I don't want my crazy to affect you too. Just cause I'm forcing myself to be tired doesn't mean I should take away your sleep too."

"But Santana, do you really think I'm lying in our bed getting a good night's sleep while my wife is on the floor in the living room, or walking aimlessly around the house for hours trying to calm down my crying son?" Santana was quiet. "I hate seeing you like this baby. You're tired and you're stressed, and you're in pain."

"I'm not in pain"

"You have a headache all the time don't you?" Santana nodded. "And I bet your lack of appetite is because of all the coffee you're drinking. Babe this isn't okay, and it can't go on. You're going to get sick, or have some kind of mental breakdown, I read about it on the internet. And then you'll have to be hospitalized, and what good will you be to the boys then?"

Santana looked at Brittany with a softer expression now. "I'm fine Britt. Nothing is going to happen to me."

Brittany stood up and folded her arms over her chest, glaring at Santana.

"First of all, you don't know that." She held up a finger as Santana opened her mouth to protest. "Second of all, that's not the point. I will not allow you to continue the way you are. Tomorrow you're going to stay at home and sleep, or else I'm going to call your mum."

Santana's eyes widened in shock, then her lips curled in a small smile. "Alright. Alright. No need to be so hasty."

"So you're going to sleep?"

Santana clenched her jaw and hesitated for a moment, then she nodded. "Yeah ok."

"Pinkie promise" Brittany said, holding out her pinkie. Santana sighed heavily, seeing no way out, and held out her pinkie for Brittany to link with. "You promise that you're going to stay in bed until at least 2 PM, eat something filling and not drink more than three cups of coffee?"

"Woah…when did we talk about coffee?" Santana said, attempting to pull her pinkie away. Brittany narrowed her eyes menacingly, and once again Santana sighed in defeat.

"Yeah I promise."

Brittany unlinked their pinkies and smiled in triumph. Santana didn't smile.

"Who would have thought you'd be so upset about getting to sleep in?" Brittany joked, kissing the frown on Santana's face. "You'll be in a better mood tomorrow after some rest mi amor."

Despite her displeasure, Santana couldn't help but smile at Brittany using Spanish to try and soften her up.

"You hope" she said, standing up and stretching.

"I really do." Brittany said seriously. "I love Jesus with all my heart, but I won't let him bully my wife"

"My mum always said she hoped I have kids twice as bad as me. Looks like she got her wish"

Brittany laughed gently and shook her head, pulling Santana with her up the stairs and into their bedroom.

As soon as Santana's body hit the bed, she seemed to sink into it, her eyes closed and she fell instantly asleep. At some point later on, she was momentarily woken up by a baby's cry, but it didn't go on for long, and she soon found herself asleep again.

---

When she woke up again, the first thing she registered was the silence. It had been months since she had woken up to silence. Even if there were no cries, there was usually the loud babbling and shrieking, the music of the many children's shows that her sons liked, or Brittany's talking or singing. It was strange for her to wake up therefore, to nothing. It felt oddly empty. She lay in bed for a while, wondering why she felt so strange…so different. It was a moment before she realised that what she was feeling, was stillness. She wasn't shaking, as she had been doing for days, nor was she clenching her fists or jaws. She was relaxed and able to think. No headache clouded her mind, or her vision. She smiled to herself, thinking she owed Brittany a romantic getaway. Only now that she was rested did she realise how horrible she had been feeling before, and she wondered what she must have looked like on the outside.

She rolled over lazily and stretched, yawning widely. It felt like she had been asleep for days, but it was still light outside, so it couldn't be that long. She thought about going back to sleep, but her phone ringing from under her pillow changed her mind.

She smiled at the phone as she looked at a picture of Brittany and answered.

"Hey my genius wife" she said. Brittany laughed.

"Never forget it again" Brittany said. "How are you feeling?"

"So much better. I didn't even realise how bad it was."

"I know" Brittany said, and Santana could tell she was smiling. "Have you eaten?"

"No. I just woke up"

"Oh no did I wake you?" Brittany asked, sounding worried.

"No. I was already awake. I don't know what I'm gonna eat though, I don't really feel like eating."

"Hmm…well you could always come over here. Quinn's cooked up something like a late lunch."

"What do you mean something like?"

"Well…it's more like brunch if you ask me, but she says it's late lunch"

"Sounds like fun."

"It looks good though. You know Quinn loves cooking. She's been getting really good."

"Yeah. Maybe I will. How are the boys?"

"They've actually been really good. Jesus has been really sleepy, but he hasn't been as against taking naps as he has been all week."

"That's excellent. I'm so happy."

"I think sleeping for most of last night really helped S, so it's all thanks to you."

Santana didn't say anything. She wasn't sure how convinced she was that what Brittany said was true, but it was a hopeful thought, so she would let her have it.

"They miss you" Brittany said.

"Did they tell you that?" Santana said, laughing and getting out of bed.

"They both keep looking around, and I swear Kyler said Mami"

"No he didn't" Santana said, laughing louder. "He's six months old"

"Maybe he's a genius" Brittany said, and Santana could hear the pout.

"Maybe" she said, feeling, not for the first time since she met Brittany, that there was no possible way Brittany could be any purer.

"I miss you" Brittany said, pulling her from her thoughts. Santana smiled. She and Brittany spent all day together, every single day, yet neither she nor Brittany seemed to want any space. What they had said in their vows was still true. They were each other's favourite people in the world, and they would spend every second of the rest of their lives in each other's company if they could. Santana had just woken up, but she had to admit that she missed Brittany too. She missed waking up with her body next to hers, she missed the good morning kiss she always got, and she missed the feeling of peace that seemed to fill her every time Brittany looked at her and smiled. The silence and emptiness of the house was now not just weird, but impossible.

"I miss you too B" She said, unable to hide a smile.

"Then why are you still at home silly?" Brittany said, a teasing note in her voice.

"Cause I'm an idiot?" Santana said, walking to the bathroom. "I'll be there in thirty minutes."

---

"I think you guys are stretching your luck" Quinn said, lifting her head from a laughing Kyler's stomach. She was sitting beside Santana on the floor of her living room apartment. When Santana had walked in, both boys had screamed and kicked madly from where they lay on the floor, Jesus rolling over onto his stomach and attempting to crawl to her. So far all he had managed to do was lift himself up for a few second while his legs moved frantically. They all expected Kyler to be the first to crawl, because he was getting closer to pulling himself forward, and crawling was only a step away from that. Santana had kissed Brittany as she dropped her bag and took off her shoes, and wasted no time in joining her sons on the floor.

After all the noise had died down and Kyler had agreed to be taken away from Santana by Quinn, though she kept him close to her, Santana had finally turned her attention to the adults. Brittany asked if she had been followed by any paparazzi, and when Santana had told her that there had been two cars that followed her here, they had started talking about how they were going to take the boys back home without being seen.

"What do you mean Q?" Brittany asked, looking up from her phone.

"I think, that you guys have had six months of privacy, and that's more than a lot of…in fact I think it's more than any celebrity parents get. I don't think you're going to get much more time, and it'll be horrible once they start speculating. They won't leave you alone, all of them trying to be the ones to break the story of Hollywood's favourite couple adopting kids."

Santana looked down at Jesus, who was attempting to stuff her fingers into his mouth. It wouldn't be safe for them to drive around if the media got into a frenzy like that, and she didn't want to risk it. She looked up at Brittany.

"What do you think baby?" she asked her.

Brittany shrugged. "I would want to keep them a secret for as long as possible, I don't want their pictures all over the media"

"Yeah" Santana agreed.

"But Quinn's right. We've been lucky. Maybe if we're the first ones to show them to the world it'll be less hysterical."

"Oh no" Quinn said in a baby voice as she tickled Kyler's stomach. "It'll be just as hysterical, maybe more. But that'll be from the fans. The paparazzi won't be trying to catch you hiding anything, they'll just want to take pictures. And maybe if they're sure you have kids in the car, they'll be a little less reckless."

Brittany groaned and resumed looking at her phone. Santana bent down and kissed Jesus's cheek, then got up and made to walk to the kitchen. As soon as she stood up Jesus rolled over, craning his neck to look at her.

"I'll be right back Jesus" she told him, but as she took a few steps away, he started crying. Brittany looked up sharply, thinking he had hurt himself. Santana came back into the room to find he had scooted himself backwards as he cried, so that he was almost at the wall. "What happened?" she asked Quinn, bending down to pick him up.

"Nothing" Quinn said, picking a pouting Kyler up and rubbing his back. "He just started crying when you walked away."

"Is it your gums mijo?" Santana asked him, but she had a feeling it wasn't. Jesus was back to being perfectly happy, banging his hands against her chest and pulling her hair.

"I don't think so" Brittany said, laughing and standing up to look at Jesus.

"He's barely cried all day" Quinn said, setting Kyler back down on the floor and handing him a toy to shake. "That's the first time he's really cried. Nearly gave me a heart attack, I thought you'd stepped on him or something."

"Jesus you naughty boy" Brittany said, petting his hair gently and kissing his head. "Why are you bullying mami so much?"

"What?" Quinn asked. "What do you mean?"

"We haven't been able to tell because Santana's always around, so we thought he was just always upset, but now, we've spent the whole day away from her." She paused and looked at Jesus. "And my suspicions have been confirmed." She said in a baby voice, kissing Jesus' cheek.

Santana frowned. "What suspicions?"

"He's fine. Maybe a little clingy, but he's fine. Give him to me for a second S." Santana handed Jesus to Brittany, still frowning. "It's why none of the teething stuff we read was supposed to help has worked, even though they worked on Kyler."

"B what are you talking about" Santana asked.

Britany looked at Jesus. He looked perfectly innocent, pulling on her hair and trying to put it into his mouth. "Where were you going?"

"Into the kitchen for some water" Santana said.

"Go ahead" Brittany said, keeping her eyes on Jesus. Santana hesitated for a moment, then walked out of the room. As she opened the door to the kitchen Jesus looked up from Brittany's hair. Brittany watched as he looked over her shoulder where Santana had been standing, then began to whine. It started as a quiet whimper, and then built into a louder shout of unintelligible syllables. "Don't come out Santana" Brittany shouted, as she heard Santana walking through the kitchen. After a few more seconds, Jesus's complaints turned into real cries, and he threw his head back and beat his hands in a tantrum. "Ok come out" she yelled, and Santana came hurrying back into the room.

"Jesus look it's mami" Brittany told him, rubbing his back. Jesus continued to cry.

"What happened?" Santana asked, now very confused. As soon as she spoke Jesus opened his eyes and looked around for her. When he saw her, he stopped his hysterical crying, and went back to his previous yells. Brittany smiled and shook her head, but didn't move.

"What happened?" Santana asked again, moving closer to Jesus. "Mijo what's wrong?" she asked, putting her hand on his back above Brittany's. Jesus stopped his complaints, and put his hands on her cheeks, babbling loudly. Santana frowned and looked at Brittany, who was laughing.

"I told you he's fine." She said, bending down and placing Jesus on the floor on his stomach. He began to kick and squeal happily, reaching for a toy that was a foot or two in front of him.

"I don't understand" Santana said, looking from her now happy son to Brittany. "What do you mean he's fine?"

"He's playing you" Quinn said, laughing as she retrieved a toy Kyler had thrown.

"He's not playing her don't say it like that Q" Brittany said, fighting to keep from smiling. "He just seems to want you to always be in his line of vision."

"I still don't understand."

"Well, he seems to be fine if you're in the room, even if you're not holding him, like now." They looked down at him and saw he had now turned onto his back. "But if you walk out, or he can't see you anymore, he becomes…a little less fine." Santana frowned at Brittany, ignoring Quinn's laughter. Brittany nodded, pressing her lips together, and Santana smiled.

"Are you telling me that our six month old son has decided that I can't go anywhere without his permission?" she asked. Brittany giggled and nodded.

"It would seem so." She said.

"He must have figured out what a softie you are" Quinn said. "Your brother is so smart Ky isn't he?" she said, rubbing her nose against Kyler's.

"He's six months old, and I'm not a softie"

"Then why doesn't he do it to Britt?" Quinn asked, looking up at her. Santana didn't have an answer. "You've always been whipped Santana, now it's just by your son"

"Fu-"

"Santana" Brittany said sharply, cutting her off. Santana stopped herself, but narrowed her eyes at Quinn, who was laughing harder.

"I rest my case" Quinn said.

"No way" Santana said, shaking her head. "He's six months old."

"Try it" Brittany said. "Jesus…Jesus bubbah look at mami" Brittany said in a sing-song voice, dropping to her knees and turning him around to look up at Santana. He smiled at her and continued shaking the toy in his hand. Santana looked at him for a few seconds, then walked backwards. Jesus' eyes followed her, tilting his head back as far as he could, then he began to whine. Santana stopped walking. Jesus took a moment to flip onto his stomach, then he stared at her. When she didn't move, he turned his attention to Brittany who was still on her knees beside him and tried to drag himself towards her. Brittany tried to distract him, shifting into his view of Santana, but he only shifted to the side as well, craning his neck every few seconds to see if she was still there. After a while, Santana took a few more steps back so that he wouldn't be able to see her unless Brittany picked him up. It took a while, but finally he noticed she wasn't there. There was a second of silence, and then he began to scream. Brittany and Quinn burst out laughing, but Santana's jaw dropped open. As Brittany picked him up, still laughing, and he saw Santana, she walked towards him, dropping to her knees as well.

"Jesus" she said in disbelief. "I thought we were a team." She picked him from Brittany and held him so he was standing on her thighs. "What are you doing?" she asked, as he bounced up and down happily, like he just hadn't been screaming.

"He has you wrapped around his finger" Quinn said. "Even Ky is laughing at you." Brittany grinned.

"On the bright side, we don't have to worry ourselves sick about him being in pain." Brittany said. Santana wasn't looking at either of them, she was gazing at Jesus in amazement.

"Don't be so surprised Santana, he is your son after all. One of them was bound to be as manipulative as you." Quinn said, returning her attention Kyler. Brittany looked at the stunned expression on Santana's face.

"Don't worry about it baby, it just means your presence comforts him." She said.

"No I know…I know. But Quinn's right. That's something I would do. It's something I already do if you think about it B"

Brittany frowned. "What do you mean?"

"You said it yourself. I always look for you when I enter a room, and I always keep my eye on you. I always know where you are. He's doing the same thing."

"Yeah well, like Quinn said, he is your son." Santana hugged Jesus closer and clenched her jaw.

"But…how can he be so much like me when…I mean…he isn't…mine…" she said hesitantly, looking at Brittany guiltily. "I mean he is…he is I know he is I just mean-"

"I know what you mean" Brittany said, cutting off what she knew was going to be a nervous ramble. "Santana, there's more to a person than genetics. He spends almost every minute of his life around us, they both do, and something like, feeling safe around certain people isn't genetic, it's learned. Yeah, he might be only six months old, but even he can feel how much you love him. He feels it in the way you hold him, and talk to him, and sing to him. You spent three nights not sleeping so you could make sure he did, and those kind of things rub off on someone, even if they're six months old. We didn't make them, but they're our sons. The older they get the more like us they'll become because of the subconscious things we pass on to them. Think about Ashley."

Santana smiled and put Jesus down on the carpet. "Sometimes I like to think they look a little like us too" she said quietly.

"A little?" Quinn scoffed. "They have the same dimples as you Santana. When they smile it looks almost exactly like yours. And not to mention the fact that they have the same eyes. Then there's the fact that their skin is a little lighter than yours and their hair is brown littered with what I'm assuming is gonna be blonde. Christ, it's like they're a mix between the two of you." She said all of this without looking at them, pointing out each thing on Kyler as she spoke, making him laugh.

Brittany raised her eyebrows. "Really?" she asked.

"What do you mean 'really'?" Quinn asked in surprise. "You mean to tell me that you can't see it either?"

Brittany shook her head. "I know they look like Santana but…I never…" she trailed off.

"Well…there you go. Now you know. And it's not just the way they look either. They both prefer to see other people laughing than to laugh themselves. Every time they see someone smile they smile back, and the fastest way to make them laugh is to look like you're having the time of your life doing something. They're as sweet and loving as you are Britt." Brittany grinned at Santana.

"What would we do without Quinn?" she asked, bending to kiss Jesus' head.

"You'd be really lost?" Quinn suggested, standing up. "Anyway, now that we've reinforced the fact that Santana is a big ol' softie, can we go back to talking about when to announce the expansion of your family?"

Santana blinked, momentarily confused, before remembering that they had been talking about telling their fans about the twins.

"Oh yeah" Brittany said, moving back to the chair she had been sitting on. "I have an idea."

---

"Alright are you ready?" Quinn asked them. Santana and Brittany nodded. "Ok, I'll nod when it's recording." They nodded again. "One, two…" she nodded. Santana jumped up from where she was squatting on the floor. Quinn suppressed a laugh, contenting herself with shaking her head.

"Hellooo" she said, smiling brightly and flicking her hair from her face. "Once again, my hair is a mess, but I'm just chilling, so…" she shrugged. "Bear with me now" she said, leaning forward and whispering conspiratorially. "It was Brittany's idea-"

"Hey" Brittany said from below her where she was squatting.

"Sorry B."

"Can we get on with it?" Quinn said, forgetting she was supposed to be quiet.

"Right. Ok. I'm Santana Lopez-pierce, 24 years old, gorgeous" she flipped her hair and winked at the phone Quinn was holding. "And married." Brittany jumped up beside her as she said it.

"Helllooo" Brittany said cheerfully, similar to the way Santana had done it. "I'm Brittany Lopez-Pierce" she glanced at Santana in the split second between saying Lopez and Pierce, like she always did. "24 years old, genius" she said the last word like it was obvious, "and married." She grinned at the camera. As she said married, Santana bent down and picked up one of the twins who had been lying on the floor by their feet. They had changed them out of the grey onesies they had both been wearing, and they were both now wearing red long sleeved shirts with black teddy bears on it, and black pants. They had tried to comb their hair, but it was both too soft and too curly to really be tamed. In any case, Quinn thought it was cuter shaggy as it was.

"This is… Kyler Lopez-Pierce" Santana said, with a grin to match Brittany's. "Six months and ten days, adorable" she kissed his cheeks as she held him against her chest facing the camera. Quinn was making faces at him, trying to get him to laugh, but all he did was crack a smile, craning his head back to look at Santana.

"This, is Jesus Lopez-Pierce" Brittany said, raising him up and holding him the same way Santana was holding Kyler. "Six months and ten days old, dashingly handsome" she kissed the top of his head. Jesus and Kyler were now looking at each other, Jesus was reaching for Kyler's face, and Brittany shifted them closer together. As he touched his brother's face, Jesus giggled, and Kyler babbled loudly, leaning back into Santana's chest to keep his face out of reach.

"They're twins" Santana said. "Our twins" she clarified. Quinn laughed.

"Santana and I have decided that it's time to tell you all, because you're all so awesome to us, and have shown so much love and support to Santana"

"To both of us"

"Yeah" Brittany agreed. "And we know you'll show just as much love and support to our little boys." At the perfect moment, Quinn managed to get Jesus to laugh, and the sound of his laugh triggered Kyler's own adorable giggles. They seemed to be spurring each other on, each laughing harder at the other's giggles, and it was both so adorable and infectious that Santana and Brittany started laughing as well.

"I guess they're happy to meet you" Brittany said, catching her breath.

"This is the best introduction we could have asked for." Santana said, turning Kyler around to hold him better as he wiggled around, laughing. "Bye guys"

"Bye" Brittany said, waving Jesus' hand at the phone for him.

Quinn ended the video and handed the phone to Santana, taking Kyler from her. Santana sat down on the couch while Brittany put Jesus on the floor next to where Quinn was now sitting.

"Come here" Santana said, patting the seat beside her. Brittany sat. They watched the video again and again, laughing and joking and replaying certain moments. Finally, Santana decided it was enough, and uploaded it to her Instagram story, tagging Brittany and Quinn. "There. You can upload it to yours Britt, if you want to." Brittany pulled out her phone and was lost behind it for a few minutes. "I'm going to get the water I never got to" she said, and Brittany nodded, locking her phone and crawling towards Jesus, bending over him so that her hair fell like a curtain around him. He shrieked with delight and kicked his legs frantically, unaware of Santana's exit from the room. Brittany didn't move until she felt Santana drag her fingers down her spine.

"Why is everything you guys do so sexual?" Quinn asked, dragging Jesus towards her by his leg. "Can't you tone it down in front of your infant sons?"

"They don't know anything" Santana said, smirking as she sat back down.

"And it wasn't sexual" Brittany said, joining Santana on the couch. She was blushing slightly.

"Yeah right. I bet you're all hot and bothered now" Quinn scoffed. "Your mummies are nasty and disgusting" she said, leaning over the two boys who were looking up at her. "Your mummies have too much sex-"

"Quinn!" Santana shrieked. Brittany burst out laughing.

"I thought you said they don't know anything" Quinn said, lifting her head.

"That doesn't mean you should say stuff like that to them" Santana said, annoyed.

"You curse around them all the time" Quinn protested.

Santana had no reply to this. "That doesn't…you can't…it's different" she stuttered. Then she looked at Brittany for help. Brittany pressed her lips together, trying not to laugh. "I'm their mother, and I don't want you saying things like that to them." she finished, crossing her arms.

"Well said my love" Brittany said, kissing her temple. "But I think the point of this conversation, is that we're not going to continue saying any curse words like that around them. Any of us." She looked at Santana. Quinn laughed as Santana sighed in defeat.

"Yeah, I had a feeling you'd find a point like that." she said. "Anyway, you're right. They're going to start picking up words soon so it's better we start now."

"Good luck with that Santana." Quinn said. "That's half your vocabulary." They all silently watched the two boys, one eating his toy and the other pulling on Quinn's fingers. Quinn looked up and smirked at Santana. "Your becoming a mother has become my greatest source of entertainment Santana."

---

The next day, Brittany woke up feeling very warm. She was sweating and uncomfortable, and the usual comforting feel of Santana's body beside her was now smothering her in a pulsing heat. She got up from the bed and walked out into the hallway to where the thermostat was positioned on the wall by the top of the stairs.

"90 degrees" she whispered to herself in horror. How the hell did it get to 90 degrees? She lowered it to 77 degrees, and then went to check on the babies. They were both sweating, wrapped in their usual fluffy blankets, their hair matted down. Brittany pulled apart their blankets and saw them both sigh, settling into a more comfortable sleep. She watched them sleep for a moment, then went back to her room. Santana was sleeping on her stomach, her hair splayed over both their pillows, and her body completely uncovered. Brittany shook her head. If she was so hot, why had she turned the heat up so high? Covering her up with the duvet, Brittany slid back into bed and wrapped herself around Santana.

The next morning, Santana woke up very early. It was still dark outside, and not even the babies were close to stirring. She lay in bed for a few minutes, watching Brittany as she hadn't been able to do for a while, then she got out of bed and made her way downstairs. As she took her first step down the stairs, she glanced at the thermostat and frowned. Why on earth was it so cold? Turning it up to 90, she nodded in satisfaction and descended the stairs. To her surprise, it was only two hours before Brittany woke up.

"Santana are you sick?" Brittany asked as she walked into the kitchen, making Santana jump.

"Babe you scared me" she said, spinning around. "Why are you up?"

"It's boiling hot. Are you sick?" Brittany asked again.

"No. I'm not sick, and I don't want the babies to be. It's freezing outside."

"Yeah…outside. Inside the house we can control how warm it is. They don't need to be extra hot to make up for the cold outside."

"I don't want to take any chances."

"Santana have you checked in on them?"

"No"

"They're sweating through their pyjamas. They'll get heat stroke if you keep turning it up so high" Santana frowned, but nodded. "Why are you up?" Brittany asked in a gentler voice.

Santana didn't answer immediately. She turned back around and continued arranging the ingredients on the counter top. Only when she had finished did she answer.

"It's New Year's eve. We have the brunch thing later, I'm getting things ready."

"You don't need to do that so early." Brittany said, pulling some chocolate syrup towards her and dribbling a little onto her finger, leaning on the kitchen island.

"I know I don't need to Brittany, but I want to. Is that ok with you?" Santana said in a cool voice. Brittany frowned and stood up, her finger halfway to her mouth.

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing is wrong, unless you think there is, in which case, by all means feel free to tell me."

Brittany frowned further, cocking her head and staring at Santana's back. "I don't understand."

Santana gripped the counter and took in a deep breath. "It's early. Just go back to bed, and I'll have some coffee, and when you wake up again I'll be over it."

"Over what Santana?" she didn't notice the syrup dripping of her finger onto the counter.

"Forget it Brittany just go to bed." She resumed unpacking and arranging ingredients and mixing bowls. Brittany walked around the island and stood a few feet behind her.

"Tell me what it is so we can talk about it."

"I don't want to talk about it Brittany just go to bed."

"Stop telling me to go to bed. I'm not going, so just stop." Brittany snapped.

"Fine" Santana said, clenching her jaw. She took out a measuring cup and filled it with water, then poured it into a bowl.

"Why don't you want to talk about it when it's clearly bothering you so much?"

"Because I don't want to Brittany. I'm busy."

"Stop calling me that" Brittany said, her voice raising a bit as she got angry. Santana turned around.

"What?"

"Brittany"

"That's your name"

"You're doing it to be passive aggressive." Brittany said, crossing her arms. Santana threw her hands up and turned around, aggressively mixing the water with some flour.

"Great. Why don't you give me a list of things I'm allowed to do, and I'll just follow that."

"I don't know what you're talking about Santana just spit it out. It's too early for mind games."

"Then go back to bed" Santana nearly shouted bitterly, throwing in more flour so aggressively that it spilled all over the counter. Brittany groaned, grabbed Santana's hand and pulled her around forcefully.

"What's wrong with you?" she asked, keeping a tight grip on Santana's hand.

"What's wrong with me is the fact that all week all you've been doing is telling me not to do things. Don't pick him up Santana, don't feed him that Santana, don't dress him like that Santana, don't turn up the heat Sant-"

"I get it"

"Do you? Because I feel like I'm just here to help you raise our kids the way you want them to be raised. I'm not allowed to do things my own way."

"That's not true"

"Yes it is. I told you I wasn't comfortable doing that…self-soothing…let them cry themselves to sleep shit, but did you listen, no you didn't. I told you I wanted to start feeding them more of the puree stuff and less milk, but did you listen, no. I told you I don't think we're dressing them warm enough when we go out, but you didn't listen. You just keep telling me that I'm worrying too much, that they're fine."

"You are worrying too much. And it's not that I'm not listening, I just know that it's not really what you think. You just read too much about parenting on the internet and you think you have to be like that, but you don't. You have your own great instincts, if you'd just trust them."

"Let me ask you a question. When did something like me worrying, become so easy for you to brush aside?" Santana asked, narrowing her eyes. Brittany shook her head, but before she could speak, Santana cut her off. "I'm telling you, that I'm worried about the emotional scaring of leaving them to cry for who even knows how long, and you don't care. 'Oh don't listen to Santana, she's just a psycho mother. She doesn't know anything'."

"Santana don't say that. It's not true." Brittany cried, feeling tears building in her eyes. "I did the research, I talked to my mum about it. Everything I could find said the boys would be completely fine."

"I'm not talking about the boys' emotional scaring. I know they'll be fine. I'm talking about ME" Santana yelled. "We're talking about me right now Brittany. The fact that you don't listen to how I want to dress them, how I want to carry them or treat them. Of course I know they'll be fine. Unlike you I trust their other mother's ability to raise them."

"Stop…" Brittany paused and changed course. "I trust you. Of course I trust you Santana. You're an amazing mum. You didn't tell me….every time we talk about it, we talk about the boys…I didn't know it was about you." Brittany took a small step forward, her voice breaking as she finished talking. Santana looked at her and softened. She didn't even know where the anger had come from, but it left just as suddenly as it had come. She closed the gap between them, knowing Brittany wouldn't do it when she thought Santana was still mad, and put her arms loosely around Brittany's waist. Brittany didn't look up, but continued to stare at the floor. Putting a finger under her chin, Santana lifted Brittany's head.

"I thought you knew and didn't care." She said quietly. Brittany shook her head a tear falling down her cheek. "Don't cry Britt." She said, kissing the tear before it could reach her chin. Brittany looked up.

"How would I know that?" Brittany asked. "And how could you think I didn't care?"

"You've always just know" Santana said, shrugging. Brittany put her arms around Santana's neck and rested their forehead's together.

"You have to tell me. If it seems like I'm not noticing something, or I don't care about something, you have to tell me."

"I never had to tell you before" Santana said, not liking the idea of constantly having to talk about her feelings.

"We didn't have twins that kept me sleep deprived and demanded so much of my attention before" Brittany retorted. "As much as I love being able to tell what you're thinking by how you dress, or how you look at me, or the change in your voice when you say something, we have to accept that things aren't the same anymore. Having twins changed things, and maybe one day, when they're a bit older I'll be able to go back to being able to do all those things, but maybe not. We don't know. I don't want you to think that that means I don't care about you or trust you or love you."

"I know you love me" Santana said quickly, not wanting that thought to stay with Brittany for even a second longer. "I know you'll always love me."

"Good. But we need to get better at communicating. We're used to having silence and time to ourselves for us to communicate non-verbally, but we don't anymore, so you have to talk to me Santana." Santana closed her eyes and sighed. This wasn't going to be fun, but she knew Brittany was right. Now that she thought about it, it was absurd for her to think that Brittany didn't care about her feelings. It was the not talking about it, the doubt and old insecurities that had made her jump to the most negative possibility.

"You're right." She finally said.

"I'm serious" Brittany said, lifting her head and looking into Santana's eyes. Santana smiled, her eyebrows raised.

"Me too." Brittany looked at her for a few seconds, then smiled. She leaned down and kissed Santana's lips, tracing her tongue over Santana's top lip, but when Santana opened her mouth she pulled back.

"Don't start something we can't finish Lopez-Pierce." She said, stepping back and winking. Santana grinned.

"Fine, but you're the one who started it Lopez-Pierce." Santana said, turning back to her bowl and throwing everything into the bin bedside the counter.

"Why'd you throw it out?" Brittany asked, sitting on an island chair.

"I wasn't really making anything, I was just gonna take them out for later, but then I had to seem busy."

Brittany shook her head. "You can be such a handful sometimes." She said, picking the chocolate syrup and dribbling it on her finger again.

"You love me" Santana said, turning around to face her. Brittany stuck out her tongue and licked the chocolate off her finger, then grinned at Santana.

"Very much." She said. Santana swallowed thickly, her eyes on Brittany's finger.

"Damn Quinn, she was right."

"About what?" Brittany asked.

"Everything we do is so sexual"

---

"So what's the deal with you guys?"

"What do you mean?"

"I mean, you seem pretty close, and you're other best friends are married, so are you guys headed in the same direction?"

Quinn grimaced. "Uh…no. Been there done that."

"Oh I see, so you're going to be one of those couples who tried it in their teens, think they're over it and spend years of their lives looking for love and then realise they're in love with each other in their thirties."

Quinn frowned, unable to believe she was even having this conversation. She looked around for Brittany or Santana to save her, but Santana was in the house, and Brittany was sitting on the edge of the pool, facing the wrong direction.

"I don't get what the problem is." The woman, whose name Quinn had already forgotten, continued. "You obviously like him, you're best friends."

"We're not really best friends. We're old friends with a lot of history, and have best friends in common."

"But you are friends" Quinn sighed and rolled her eyes.

"I guess if he died, I'd be sad."

"So what's the issue?"

"There isn't an issue. Noah and I just aren't good together. We don't like each other like that, we barely like each other at all. There are some things you just can't get passed."

"I think-"

"I don't really care what you think. I don't know you, you don't know me, and you don't know Noah." She took a moment to stare at the woman, who was gaping wordlessly at her, then she walked away.

"Who are all these people?" she asked Santana as she walked into the kitchen.

"Some friends from the label and Brittany's dance friends. I didn't know so many of them were going to come, she told me she wanted a few people over but…I don't know half of these people, and they're all touching my babies." Santana shook her head in disgust and continued icing cupcakes.

"Is that why you're hiding inside?" Quinn asked, taking a cupcake and spreading icing on it as well.

"Yeah. I told Britt they need to take a nap and I could take them since I needed to do this anyway"

"Makes sense. Why don't you tell them all to leave though?"

"Britt was super excited about showing off our family and house and everything, and just look at her" Santana pointed out of the window to the pool, where Brittany was wrestling with one of her friends.

"I'm impressed" Quinn said, picking another cupcake.

"Why's that?" Santana asked, returning her attention to the icing.

"Because the old you would have gotten really jealous seeing Brittany like that with a guy."

"Yeah well…I have three things that make it pretty hard for my insecurities to flare up like that."

"Which are?" Quinn asked, intrigued.

"Those two trouble makers" Santana said, pointing to the twins in their carriers on the kitchen counter.

"Of course" Quinn said, laughing. "And the third?"

"This baby" Santana held up her left hand and wiggled her ring finger. "Nobody else could have given me this ring. This is literally the only ring for me, and only Brittany could have picked it. She knows me better than anyone else in this world, and when she gave it to me it made me realise that I know her just as well. We're perfect for each other. There's no way she…or I, would throw that away for anything. So what if that guy wants to wrestle with her? I don't, so somebody should."

"Very mature" Quinn said, nodding her head. "But now your maturity has you hiding in a kitchen, using your children as an excuse."

Santana looked up, a grin on her face, but was stopped from saying anything by Brittany's squealing emergence into the kitchen. She was dripping wet from head to toe, and her colliding with Santana was the only thing that stopped her from falling as she slid across the floor.

"BRITTANY" Santana yelled, laughing loudly. Quinn had pulled the tray of cupcakes away fast enough, so the only thing that fell was an empty tube of icing. Brittany steadied herself, then bent down and hoisted Santana over her shoulder. Quinn's scream mixed with Santana's as Brittany slipped and slid back across the floor and out the door.

"Britt…Brittany put me down. What are you doing?" Santana was trying to grip onto any part of Brittany that she could reach, but as she could feel Brittany's shoulder pressing into her belly button, there wasn't anything for her hands to hold. As the got closer to the pool, their friends began laughing and clapping, many cheering Brittany on.

"No. No! NO BRITTANY no you're going to mess up my hair" Santana shrieked, but Brittany only laughed. She finally reached the edge of the pool and stopped walking. "Brittany I swear to god"

"Stop moving so much babe, or you're going to fall"

"As long as I fall on the floor and not in the pool, I don't really care." Brittany laughed and tilted forward, pretending she was about to drop Santana in. "Brittany…baby…baby" Santana said, breathing heavily and trying to sound calm. "Baby…please, please don't-"Brittany grabbed Santana's waist and lifted her off her shoulder, launching her into the pool. In a last stitched effort to save herself, Santana grabbed Brittany's jacket, sending her flying into the water on top of her.

When they emerged from the water, it was to loud laughter and applause.

"That wasn't supposed to happen" Brittany said, swimming to the wall.

"Yeah well…that's what you get" Santana said, pulling herself out of the freezing pool and wringing her hair. She had to press her lips together to keep her teeth from chattering as her entire body shivered. "You realise I'm going to have to straighten my hair again now."

"Why? I like it curly" Brittany said, dragging herself out of the pool and sitting beside her. Santana rolled her eyes and stood up. Brittany stood up as well. "Are you really mad?" she asked quietly so that none of their friends would hear, though this was unlikely anyway because the noise coming from people trying to escape being thrown into the freezing pool would have drowned her out even if she shouted.

Santana sighed and looked at Brittany. "No B. I'm not-"and suddenly she was falling backwards again, into the water.

"Good" Brittany said, before jumping into the pool after her.

---

Quinn stood in the kitchen watching as Brittany and Santana wrestled each other, splashing water everywhere and laughing so loudly she felt like she was right beside them. Sometimes, in moments like this, she hated her best friends. She had been watching them be so sickeningly cute together for so many years that it was easy for her to think she had gotten used to it. But then a moment will come, just like this one, where she is reminded forcefully that as much as she may be their best friend, she is still on the outside. One minute she's complaining about an overcrowded party with Santana, and the next she's standing alone in the kitchen watching Brittany drag Santana out of her shell. Even when she's surrounded by her friends and having a great time, Brittany would still rather be with Santana. It made her realise how alone she was. A different kind of alone than when she was at Yale, because her friends here actually cared about her, but it was still a loneliness that was hard to ignore. There wasn't anyone in her life who sent her good morning and good night texts, no one who always looked at her like she was god's gift to the human race, or constantly wanted to keep some sort of physical contact with her. She joked about Brittany and Santana ruining love for her, but the truth was that Quinn was actually deathly afraid of being alone for the rest of her life, watching the people round her find their soul mates and start families.

"Brittany goddamn it" Santana laughed, grabbing the door as she slipped on the water she was dripping on the floor. Brittany put her hands on Santana's waist, keeping her steady, but her own body was shaking both from cold and the force of her giggles. Quinn spun around pretending to be playing with Jesus so that she could pull herself together. New Year's Eve was not the time to depress her friends.

"You're so cute when you're soaking wet-"

"Wanky"

"You look even smaller than usual. Like a cute puppy"

"Shut up I'm not small"

"The only person smaller than you is Rachel Berry" Quinn said, finally turning around.

"Don't say that name in front of my kids" Santana said, trying to tear off the sweater that was sticking to her body and making her even colder. When she finally got it off, there were wolf whistles from a group of people walking in through the door at that moment. Brittany smirked, and Quinn groaned, turning back to the babies for real this time, and picking up Jesus.

"Jesus, I'm seriously sick of your mami." She cooed.

"Don't hate just cause I kept my banging body and you let yours go." Santana teased, wringing the sweater out in the sink.

"Excuse you, my body is still as awesome as ever." Quinn scoffed.

"You're all talk and no bite, just like always. Come here Jesus" Santana said, reaching for him.

"I don't remember that being the case when I slapped you. I think it had some pretty good bite."

"Yeah alright, you slapped me once like…five years ago, and you caught me completely off guard because I was so stunned by your disgusting affair with your old professor."

"Ok stop. You guys are working yourselves up into a fight over nothing, so I'm going to stop it before it can really get going." Brittany said, crossing the kitchen to where Kyler's carrier was. He smiled at her.

"Where's Noah?" Santana asked, as Jesus played with her hair, laughing when the water splashed on his face as he did so. He loved being held when there was skin to skin contact, and Santana's lack of a shirt was suiting him perfectly.

"Last I saw he was giving a tour of the house to one of Britt's dancer friends." Quinn told her, picking a cupcake and drawing a smiley face with icing.

"He better not be…" Brittany grimaced.

"Hell no" Santana said, shaking her head. "If I find out that he's been doing the nasty anywhere in my house I'm gonna-"

"What?" Puck asked, walking in from the dining room.

"I'm gonna get a restraining order so you can never come within 50 feet of my kids." Brittany said, turning to face Puck.

"Where have you been?" Santana asked.

"Relax ladies, I was going to, but she wouldn't stop talking, so I said I should probably come check on my god kids." He moved closer to Brittany, intent on kissing Kyler's check, but she took a step back. "Woah…?"

"You didn't do anything with anyone tonight? You swear?" she asked, frowning at him.

"Britt I swear, I didn't do anything." She continued to glare at him.

"Noah if you're lying to me and I hand you this baby, I will cut your dick off and force feed it to you."

Santana raised her eyebrows, her eyes wide, and Quinn's jaw dropped in alarm. Puck glanced around the room.

"Ok….alright. We made out a little…maybe more. But I didn't have sex with her."

"Did you wash your hands?" Brittany asked.

"Of course I did" she narrowed her eyes.

"Jheez alright. Lopez call off your watchdog." He said, turning to the sink and pouring soap on his hands. Santana laughed.

"They're both Lopez now Noah, get used to it" Quinn Said.

"Fucking Lopez-"

"Woah…watch that mouth" Santana said, no longer amused. "And what's that supposed to mean?"

"It means, that Britt was a sweet girl, even if she was often partial to your bitchy side. Yet, she takes the Lopez name and boom, she's a vicious-"

"Do you need me to wash your mouth too?" Santana interrupted.

"All I'm saying is that Britt's been up my ass this last month. That's all I'm saying."

Santana and Brittany looked at each other, remembering their early morning conversation.

"Was she wrong though?" Quinn asked.

"What?" Noah said absentmindedly.

"Was she wrong about any of the things she's been on your ass about? Sleeping with girls, drinking, smoking weed, cursing…was she wrong when she called you out?"

"Whatever, it's my life though. I am who I am, she shouldn't be-"

"First of all, I'm standing right here. So both of you need to stop talking about me like I'm not." Brittany interjected, but neither of them heard her.

"It's your life, yeah, and if you want to be high and sleep with all the women in the world, then whatever. As long as it's in your own house on your own time. You can't expect her to let you around her children while you act like one yourself Puck."

"I'm young, I'm allowed to have fun. She had kids, not me. And I never come here high or drunk."

"It's not just about being high or drunk. It's about the people and things you expose the kids to. It's about having their backs. You've been at this party for almost three hours and all you've done is chase and hit on random women. Then you waltz in and try and kiss and carry infants with your gross hands that are probably covered in all kinds of fluids."

"Gross" Santana said, taking a step away from Puck.

"It's no wonder Britt's been up your ass. Think about how many times you've been allowed to come over. Think about how many times they've come over to your place." Quinn continued. Puck clenched his jaw, but didn't speak. "If you want to keep acting like a wild teenager Puck, go ahead. But don't expect the rest of us to put up with it, especially not when there are children involved."

There was silence for a long time. Brittany and Santana stood awkwardly looking at each other, pretending to be engrossed in the babies they were holding. Jesus was resting his head on Santana's chest, tapping the top of her boobs, and Kyler was looking over Brittany's shoulder at all the activity outside. Quinn glared at Puck for a few minutes, then went back to icing the remaining cupcakes. Puck stared down at his hands, his jaw still clenched.

"I love those boys" he said in a menacingly low voice. "I love them, and I'm always there for them."

"No one is denying that you love them" Santana said. "We know you love them very much-"

"It's the same argument we had when I was pregnant" Quinn said harshly and suddenly. "All these years later and you still can't remove your head from your ass long enough to understand that it's not just about love. Yeah, you love them, good for you. But there's more to it than that. You have to think about the consequences of what you're doing, and of how you're acting. Playing your music at ridiculous volumes hurts their ears, constantly smoking in your house and having tons of random people coming over at all hours means they can't come over. It's time for you to decide Puck, if you want to be young and free, or if you want to be a part of their lives." Quinn placed the cupcake she was icing down and picked up the tray. "Whatever you decide, stop complaining about the consequences. Being 16 isn't an excuse anymore." She walked out of the kitchen.

Puck continued to stare at his hands. For a few minutes nobody but the babies made any sound, finally, Brittany caught Santana's eye and nodded her head towards Puck.

"Puck…" Santana started, but had no idea where she was taking it. He looked up sharply.

"You agree with her?" he asked aggressively.

"Don't talk to her like that" Brittany warned.

"Shut up Brittany."

"Who do you think you are telling me to shut up?"

"Ok…let's all just relax. B, why don't you go help Quinn out there?" Santana said, stepping in between Brittany and Puck who were glaring at each other. Brittany turned away from Puck and walked out of the kitchen, not even looking at Santana.

"That's the first time you've kinda been on my side" Puck said, most of his previous aggression gone. Santana cocked her head.

"Let's get one thing clear, you talk to Brittany like that again, and I won't be so nice about it, understand?"

"Yeah. Sorry" Puck said quietly, looking back at his hands.

Santana sighed. "Look Noah, there aren't any sides here. I understand that you aren't the one who had kids, and you have all the right in the world to still want to party and have fun. God knows there are days when I want that too."

"Thank you!" Puck exclaimed. "This is why you're my best friend."

Santana smiled. "Yeah ok." She chuckled lightly. "But the difference is that, I did have kids. So when I feel like I want to go to a club, I remember that I have two infants at home who are waiting for me, and I would much rather come home to their huge smiles and watch some weird cartoon about talking ducks, than spend my night in a stuffy club with loud music that'll give me a headache all night and a hangover the next day. What me and Britt want to spend our time doing is different now, and Quinn has decided that she wants to spend her time doing our type of things too. She didn't have to, but she did. So now all of us are growing up Puckerman. Your best friends are growing up, and it's fine if you don't want to, it really is. It just means that we'll probably be seeing less of each other that's all." Santana stood a foot away from Puck, both of them staring into each other's eyes, when finally she decided to leave. She lifted Jesus a little higher up, so that he was at eye level, then turned him to face Puck.

"Say bye bye to Uncle Noah, Jesus" she said, waving his hand for him. Jesus smiled at Puck, stretching his arms out for him to carry him. "No mijo, Uncle Noah has some things he needs to think about." Puck took the hand Santana had been waving and kissed it.

"I'll see you around little man" he said, looking into Santana's eyes.

"I hope so" she said, then turned and walked out of the kitchen.

---

When the last person finally left, Brittany collapsed onto the couch, pulling Santana onto her lap and closing her eyes. Santana turned to the side and ran her fingers soothingly through Brittany's hair.

"Tired baby?" she asked.

"Yeah. That took more energy than I thought it would." Brittany told her.

"Did you have fun though?" Santana asked. Brittany opened her eyes and smiled.

"Loads of fun. I can just picture New Year's like this but with the boys actually able to enjoy it all. It makes me so happy that this is my life." Santana smiled, imagining Brittany playing in the freezing pool with the twins the way they had earlier.

"Me too B."

"All done" Quinn said, walking into the living room.

"Q we told you that you didn't have to do that. We would have done it later." Brittany said, tearing her eyes away from Santana with great difficulty.

"Nah, I have more energy than either of you, and I get to go home and sleep all night."

"Fair point. Thank you" Santana said. Quinn shrugged.

"We should actually be sleeping now, if we were smart S" Brittany said, leaning back and closing her eyes.

"Go ahead B, I'm not tired enough to sleep" Santana told her, kissing her gently on the lips and then standing up.

"No I'll stay awake with you."

"No, go to bed, one of us should be well rested. I'll wake you up when Quinn leaves." She pulled Brittany up to her feet and patted her butt.

"Alright, but if you need me for anything wake me up." Santana nodded. "I'm serious Santana, wake me up." Santana nodded again, grinning. Brittany shook her head and walked up the steps.

"Sleep tight baby" Santana called.

"How do you know I wasn't going to leave now?" Quinn asked as Santana sat down on the couch.

"You can if you want to. I'll just wake her in three or four hours."

"Nah, I don't really have anything to do"

"Here I was thinking you liked my company."

"You're alright sometimes." Quinn laughed. Santana rolled her eyes and switched on the tv.

"What's the deal with you and Puck?" Santana asked after a few moments of silence.

"What do you mean?" Quinn asked, frowning heavily. "You of all people know there's nothing going on"

"No I didn't mean it like that. I meant…you were really hard on him earlier. Like you were pissed off. Did he do something…?" She avoided looking at her, trying to keep the conversation as casual as possible.

Quinn looked down at the blanket she was playing with and didn't answer.

"Q…you know Puck's an idiot." Santana said gently.

"Yeah. Puck's an idiot, that's just what we all say…but it isn't ok anymore. He's acting like we're still 16, with our whole lives ahead of us…like the time to take life seriously hasn't come."

"I just turned 24. If it weren't for the fact that I had kids I would probably be just like him" Santana said, still treading lightly. "I agree that he maybe needs to start thinking about the consequences of his actions more, but why are you so mad at him?"

"I'm not mad at him, I'm just tired of putting up with him. Every time I put my faith in him, he lets me down." Quinn said bitterly. Santana looked at Quinn, but chose not to say anything, letting her speak at her own pace.

"When you and Britt were off around the world, and then you were spending all your time in Brazil, it was just me and him. Sometimes we'd hang out with our other friends, from the bar or his band or whatever, but mostly it was just us. We became friends again." She paused, and Santana nodded. "Then you guys came back with the twins, and I thought we were all going to move into this new dynamic. You guys as parents, us as the cool godparents, spending all our time fawning over their cuteness and buying them gifts and all that stuff you know?"

"But you do" Santana said.

"We did. In the beginning it was just like I pictured it. We were spending all of our time here, helping you guys out so you could sleep, we felt like a family…not just friends." Santana smiled. "But then, he went back to his old ways. I don't know if he's actually afraid of growing up, but I guess it all became too much for him. Now he'll say he doesn't want to come over because he's going to some party, or because he's hangover, and it just ruins everything."

"Why?" Santana asked, "You still come over and help us out and buy them stuff. Why does Puck have to be there too?"

"Because then I'm not so pathetic." Quinn cried. "Then it doesn't seem like I'm forcing myself onto your family. When he's there, we're four best friends, when it's just me, I'm the lonely friend who doesn't have her own life."

"No you aren't Quinn. You're the best friend we love having over, and the godmother who is devoted to her godchildren. There's nothing pathetic or sad about that. And with Puck here or not, we're still a family. You, me and Britt are always going to be a family, even when we hated each other we were a team. Now you're permanently bonded to us by the twins, and any other kids we have. What's wrong with them being your life for now?"

Quinn didn't answer. She continued to stare down at the blanket on her lap.

"If we're being honest with ourselves, Puck doesn't have a life either. He wants to think he does, so he goes out with all these people and drinks and chases women, but he doesn't like any of them. He hasn't slept with a girl in months." Quinn looked up, shocked. "Yeah. Did you hear his pathetic excuse earlier? She wouldn't stop talking. Please." She chuckled, shaking her head. "I think what his issue is, is that he's scared of the fact that he wants a family of his own…not now, but being around and loving the twins has made him realise that one day he wants to settle down, and that scares him. You, Puck, Britt, the twins and I, we are each other's lives, and there's nothing wrong with that. After tonight, Puck will accept that, and you should too."

Quinn nodded. "What if…" she paused and looked back down. "What if I don't-"

"You will" Santana said forcefully. "Quinn, Britt and I have done things super-fast. We fell in love so young, we got married so young, and now we have two kids before we're even 25. Don't use us as a timeline. You still have ages to find your guy… or girl" Quinn laughed. "Your guy. But it's supposed to be fun. You just have to do your own thing, and they'll come to you when you're ready."

"When did you become so wise?" Quinn joked, trying to keep tears from spilling from her eyes.

"It comes with the children." Santana said, shrugging and turning back to the tv.

"Santana" Quinn said, her serious tone making Santana look at her.

"Yeah?"

"I love you, you know. I don't say it a lot, but I love you." Santana smiled.

"I love you too Q. So does that mean you're staying the night?"

"Yeah fine. Only cause I don't want to be driving home at like 2 AM." Santana clapped enthusiastically.

"Yesss. Alright, then help me pick a movie to watch."

---

"Kyler quiet. We want to surprise mama right?" Santana whispered, as she stood at the top of the stairs. Kyler stared at her, a huge smile on his face. "We have to be quiet so we don't wake her up." At that moment Quinn came up the stairs behind Santana, and Kyler became distracted by her sudden appearance from behind his mom's shoulder.

"What are you still doing here? I thought you were going to be in the room by now." Quinn asked.

"Kyler was making a bit too much noise."

"Well we better go now that they're both quiet, they're bound to set each other off."

Santana nodded and walked as quietly as she could to the room she shared with Brittany. She pushed open the door slowly, poking her head through to check if Brittany was still asleep. Brittany was lying on her stomach with one leg thrown over the duvet, and a pillow covering half her face. Santana smiled fondly at her and walked into the room. Kyler pointed at her, but to Santana's surprise, didn't start the loud babbling he usually did in when he saw either of them. Not wanting to waste the chance, Santana gently pulled back the covers on her side of the bed, and put Kyler down on his stomach. Quinn followed suit, putting Jesus beside his brother, then they both sat down on the floor, close enough to the bed that if Brittany looked up, she wouldn't be able to see them, and waited.

There was a long silence in which Jesus and Kyler kicked wildly, and pulled each other's clothes in an attempt to move up closer to Brittany. Finally, Kyler managed to drag himself close enough to Brittany that he could touch her. He patted her arm, humming gently, but when he didn't get the reaction that he usually did, he screamed. Brittany shot up from the bed, instinctively carrying Kyler with her, before the babies' laughter at her sudden movement caught up to her and she realised that nothing was wrong. Santana was biting the inside of her cheeks to keep from laughing, and Quinn had buried her head in Santana's lap to cover the sound of her giggles.

"Ky you scared me" Brittany said, sitting back on the bed. "Where did you guys come from? Did mami leave you here?" seeming to understand that they could now be loud, both boys began a rapid string of 'mamamama' in response to Brittany's questions.

"Mmhh. I see" Brittany said. "How long ago was that?" she asked, as though they had actually told her something.

"Dadadadaba" Jesus told her, dragging himself slowly to the edge of the bed. Brittany smiled.

"I understand" she said. "You guys can get up now, they've given you away" she said, putting Kyler down on his stomach and lying down at the edge next to Jesus so she could look at them. Santana and Quinn burst out laughing.

"Jesus mijo why did you tell her where we were hiding?" Santana asked as she laughed, dragging him from the bed into her lap. He giggled, jumping up and down on her thighs.

"Because he knows what you did to me was mean, isn't that right bud?" she asked, pulling Kyler back by his foot cause he was too close to the edge. He squealed.

"It wasn't mean, he wasn't supposed to scream, he was just supposed to pull your hair or something." Santana said.

"Yes blame the baby Santana" Brittany said, pulling Kyler back again. "Stop laughing Quinn" Quinn descended into more giggles.

"It was like cheer camp freshman year all over again" Brittany said, a pout forming on her lips.

"That was the point, but this time we used your kids instead to avoid the nose bleeding."

"I could have hit him"

"No way" Santana said. "We knew there was no way you'd hit them."

Brittany lowered Kyler into Santana's arms. Quinn stopped laughing and sat up.

"Oh! Boys…get ready." Santana said, a huge smile on her face.

"Wait B, it was Santana's idea."

"Liar" Santana said. "It was your idea then and it was your idea this time."

"No B I just said, wouldn't it be funny if-" Jesus and Kyler screamed as Brittany jumped off the bed and missed Quinn by an inch. Quinn had rolled to the side just in time, and had now sprung to her feet, facing Brittany. Santana struggled to keep both boys in her arms as the jumped and screamed. She scooted backwards until her back hit the dresser.

"Ok, since I am holding two highly energized infants, you can't leave the room, cause I won't be able to follow you."

"Santana, you're not helping." Quinn's voice was higher than usual, her eyes never leaving Brittany.

"If I were you I'd stop talking and focus all my attention on the ninja in front of me."

"Pshh, Brittany's gotten old. She's sleep deprived and 50 per cent of her attention is always on the babies. She's not as sharp as she used to be."

"That's what you think" Brittany said. She glanced at Santana and the twins, measuring the distance between herself and them, and them and Quinn.

"See, she can't even concentrate on me, she has to-"

Brittany suddenly jumped forward, but it was not directly at Quinn, it was slightly to the left, about a foot from where Santana was sitting. When she moved, Quinn made to jump left, but saw Brittany there a split second before she was caught, ducked and fell to the ground and then scrambled forward away from her. Brittany managed to grab her leg, but Quinn kicked her off, and dove over the bed, putting it between them.

"You were saying Q?" Santana asked, laughing as loudly as her sons. Quinn was no longer smiling. She was watching Brittany closely for any signs of movement. "Tia is scared now boys. Cause mama is a badass." Brittany couldn't help but grin. Quinn rolled her eyes, and in the second that it took for her to do so, Brittany had launched herself over the bed. Quinn screamed and tried to run in the direction of the bathroom, but Brittany managed to tackle her feet, and they both fell to the floor.

Santana, howling with laughter and unable to hold on to both children, lay them on the floor to kick and wiggle freely, while she doubled over with laughter. Brittany was now sitting on top of Quinn's back, holding both her arms behind her back in a painful twist.

"Say uncle" Brittany said loudly.

"No you maniac, get off me." Quinn yelled. Brittany pulled on one arm. "Ow ow Britt you're actually hurting me STOP"

"Say uncle"

"UNCLE"

Santana could hardly breathe for laughing, she was rolling on the floor next to the twins, tears in her eyes. Brittany rolled off Quinn and crawled to where Santana was, kissing both boys on their stomachs.

"You….oh god…you should have seen your face" Santana said between gasps for breath, pointing a finger at Quinn. She opened her mouth and eyes wide, then fell back to the floor clutching her stomach.

"You cheated" Quinn said, getting up from the floor and stretching her arms. Brittany looked up.

"How did I cheat exactly?" she asked, picking Kyler and standing him on her lap.

"You distracted me."

"I didn't even speak to you"

"Your wife distracted me."

"It's not my fault you're easily distracted."

Santana finally pulled herself together and sat up, picking up a whining Jesus.

"Just admit you lost fair and square. Britt is better than you, you suck, you're a loser-"

"Ok Santana" Brittany said laughing. "Mami's a sore winner Ky" she said, nuzzling his neck.

"She didn't even win anything" Quinn said, sitting on the floor opposite them. "You did"

"We're married. When she wins I win. But if you wanna go with me…I'd be happy to beat you too."

"You wish" Quinn said.

"What time is it?" Brittany asked.

"Close to eleven." Santana told her.

"Eleven?!" Brittany shrieked.

"Last time I checked. Why?"

"It's only an hour till New Year's?"

"Yes Brittany, why?" Quinn asked.

"We have things to do. We have to get the fireworks and cookies and gifts and change"

Santana and Quinn looked at each other. "Britt you can't be serious" Quinn said.

"Why?"

"It's been a long day. You just woke up. You can't really want to-"

"Of course I do. S this is our first New Year's as parents. We have to make it memorable."

Santana sighed. "Alright. But I'm going to need to wash my hair first. If we're going to do a whole photo shoot, then I better look good."

---

Thirty minutes later, Santana was in a floor length black dress with a gold belt and necklace that went down to her stomach. Brittany was in a gold knee length dress with many black bracelets on both hands and a black necklace matching Santana's. The boys were in suits, Jesus in a black suit with a gold blazer, and Kyler in a black suit with a gold button up shirt and black blazer lined with gold. They were standing in the space between the living room and the kitchen, the curtains pulled back so that the pool and backyard could be seen. Brittany and Quinn had lined the pool with twinkly lights while Santana had been washing her hair, and there were gold star sparklers in the backyard, so that it would look like they were standing in the middle of an aisle outside, even though they were going to be inside.

"Ok, are you guys ready?"

"Wait Quinn, why aren't you changed?"

"Because she's being an idiot" Santana said, rolling her eyes.

"Look, guys this is a family photo-shoot. Your first as mothers, your first with the babies, I can't be in them." Quinn said from behind a camera.

"No Quinn" Brittany said. "That's exactly why you have to be in them. We'll have the ones of just us, but we need one of the whole family."

Santana cocked her head and smiled. "I told you she'd say that. Quinn stop being a hard-ass and go get dressed. We only have about twenty minutes before these ones start drifting off."

Quinn stared at both of them, her internal struggle evident on her face. Santana opened her mouth to speak but was stopped by a knock on the door. They all frowned. Brittany walked to the door and opened it, emerging a few seconds later with a glum looking Puck, dressed in a suit matching Kyler's. They all stood still, watching him as he looked everywhere but at them. Finally he looked up.

"I uh…I shouldn't have left. I was being an ass…" Quinn nodded. "I wouldn't choose anything over these guys…over you guys. You're…uh…my-"

"Family" Brittany said, turning to Quinn. "We're family."

"Yeah" Puck said. "So I figured I should come back and tell you that. I knew you wouldn't forgive me if I missed your photo-shoot Britt." Santana smiled and Brittany hugged him.

"Aaaww…I'm so glad you're here. It wouldn't have been the same without you."

"Go change Q" Santana said. Quinn nodded and walked out of the room, rubbing Puck's arm as she walked past him.

When she came back down Santana and Brittany were in the middle of taking their photos with the babies. They took several of them standing, holding the twins in front of them so their outfits were seen properly, some of them kneeling on the floor while the boys stood on the floor, some with them holding the twins upside down or in other funny positions like, pretending they're flying, or like they were being attacked by them. Finally, they decided they had enough, and it was Quinn and Puck's turn with the babies. By the time they finished with those it was five minutes to midnight, and Brittany wanted them to set off fireworks at exactly midnight. They put the babies in their carriers in the living room, so that they could see the fireworks without being outside in the cold, then they carried all the fireworks outside and waited.

"This year is going to be so awesome." Puck said.

"It really is, I can feel it" Brittany said, standing behind Santana and rubbing up and down her arms to warm her up.

"It'll be hard to beat this year though" Santana said. "So much awesome stuff happened this year"

"True…I guess we'll have to wait and see." Quinn said.

"1 minute" Puck said.

"Just so you know, you're not kissing me" Quinn told him.

"Oh come on" he whined. "Who am I supposed to kiss, the other women here are married."

"Not my problem. Maybe you not starting the year off with a kiss is a message about how you should spend this year."

"No way….Quinn come on."

"No Noah. I'll give you a hug"

"Puck how long?" Santana asked, trying not to laugh at the look of desperation on his face.

"20 seconds. Quinn!"

"No"

Santana turned to face Brittany, wrapping her arms around her neck. "I wouldn't want to be spending my New Year's any other way B"

"Me neither. Sometimes I still can't believe how our dreams have come true"

"I know…..but every day I spend with you is a dream come true."

Brittany grinned. "Smooth"

"10…9…8" Puck started counting down. As he yelled, he dashed into the house, grabbed a large blanket from the couch and threw it around Jesus and he picked him up from his carrier, then he bent down and picked Kyler as well, running outside with both of them laughing.

"What are you doing?" Santana said, watching as he huddled close to Quinn, handing her Jesus and making sure both boys were well covered.

"4…3…2.."

Brittany lit the firework she had stuck into the ground and she and Santana took several steps back.

"HAPPY NEW YEAR" they all shouted. Brittany spun Santana around and kissed her, just as the firework launched into the sky and exploded in red and gold.

"I love you" Santana whispered into Brittany's mouth, not breaking the kiss. Brittany nodded, pulling her closer to her body.

"I love you too" she said breathlessly, when they finally did pull apart. Santana tilted her head up, asking for another kiss, and laughing, Brittany captured her lower lip between her own.

"Are you guys going to kiss your babies with those lips?" Quinn asked when they hadn't stopped kissing long after the firework had died out.

Brittany giggled. "Let's go inside and take some more pictures with all of us" Santana said, ignoring the smirk on Puck's face. When they were back in the house, Santana and Brittany each picked a baby from their friends, and showered them in kisses.

"You two look so adorable" Brittany said, tugging down their blazers. "You're going to be serious heartbreakers when you're older.

"Just like your mothers" Quinn said.

"Don't say that" Santana said, brushing back Kyler's hair. "They're not going to be anything like us in that department. In fact they're not going to be like any of us. They're going to be sweet, and stay virgins until their wedding night when they're 40"

Quinn, Brittany and Puck laughed. "As if they could be both a Lopez and a Pierce and stay virgins past the age of 16." Puck said.

"Don't listen to them. You are going to be perfect gentlemen."

"Yes" Brittany said, kissing the top of Jesus' head. "An on that note, if we don't get this show on the road, our perfect gentlemen are going to turn into monsters." Everyone nodded and moved into place.

"Q set the camera please." Santana said. Quinn walked to the camera and pushed a button, then ran back to her position on Brittany's left. "Alright, everyone say 2019."