Brittany felt like she was having an out of body experience. She knew she was sitting on the couch, but she couldn't feel it. She couldn't even really feel her body. She blinked, and knew her eyelids had shut only because her vision was momentarily blocked. The only thing she could feel was pure joy. Blinking again, she allowed herself to just watch as Santana crawled on the floor in front of her, their two sons crawling around her with huge smiles on their faces as they listened to the story Santana was telling them. Both Brittany and Santana knew that they couldn't understand a word she was saying, but the joy on their faces, and the way they kept their attention on her as she turned sharp corners and rolled over sporadically, made Brittany think that maybe on some level they could. She thought about the things they had to go through for them to get here, and couldn't help thinking that as painful as it was at the time, it was all worth it. She wouldn't want even a single thing to have been different if it meant that this reality, where she got to spend afternoons in a house she bought with the love of her life watching said woman make her children giggle and squeal in the most adorable way, would be altered even an iota.
The sudden silence pulled her from her thoughts, and she had to bite down her tongue to keep from yelling. Santana had just pushed herself up from her stomach and was kneeling in front of the TV, and Kyler, who had been watching as she did so, copied her actions. He was now wobbling unsteadily on his feet, looking at Santana with a stunned expression. Brittany held her breath, not wanting to make any noise or movement that distracted Kyler and made him fall. Santana was holding her arms out to him, having scooted back a few feet. Her eyes flicked quickly to Brittany's and they shared a look of pure excitement before she focused back on her son. He was looking down at his feet as if unsure of what he was supposed to do next. Santana and Brittany had bought them both walkers that were supposed to help strengthen their legs, and get them used to the idea of being upright and using their legs to move, but neither of them had shown much interest in walking, so this development was a huge surprise to both women.
"Ven aquí papi" Santana said quietly, beckoning him forward with her hands. Kyler looked up at her, stretching out his own hands, and subsequently shaking wildly as he threw himself off balance. In an attempt to regain it, he took several steps forward before finally falling forward onto his hands and crawling the rest of the way to Santana. Brittany screamed, throwing down her phone, which had been removed to record the moment, and dropping to the floor.
"You did it buddy you walked" she said, kissing his head over and over as Santana hugged him. Kyler smiled, loving the attention he was getting, and babbled loudly to them over the fingers he had in his mouth. Santana sniffed, trying to hold back tears, and stood him up on her legs so that he could see Brittany properly.
"Mi amor you walked" she whispered to him. Brittany exhaled loudly, so that it sounded like a breathless laugh, and brushed his hair back from his forehead. He shook his head, pulling his hand from his mouth and pushing her hand away.
"Sorry baby" she said, removing her hand quickly, then she picked him up and threw him in the air. "You walked. You can walk now!" she exclaimed.
"Well, I think it's a long way from that." Santana said laughing. "But he's taken his first steps. So he'll definitely be walking before 1." She crawled to Jesus, who was standing by the couch throwing off all the pillows and blankets he could reach- a favourite pass time of his. When he felt her arms around him, he squealed mischievously and tried to get away. "You, my naughty niñito, need to get a move on. Your brother is already-"
"Don't" Brittany said quickly. Her tone wasn't sharp or accusatory, but Santana felt the sting non-the less. She grimaced, avoiding Brittany's eye.
"Sorry" she said sheepishly. "I wasn't thinking…I didn't mean…"
"I know" Brittany said kindly. "And we talked about this remember. You don't have to be sorry, I've done it before, and we're both bound to do it again. It's hard not to, but that's why we said we're both going to have to keep each other accountable. By the time they're old enough to actually understand anything, we'll be used to not comparing them."
Santana sighed and nodded, kissing an oblivious Jesus' cheek and nuzzling his neck. "Sorry mijo" she said quietly.
"Mama" Jesus said, just as quietly, patting her cheek. Santana pulled back abruptly, and stared at him, then at Brittany.
"Did he just…?" Brittany asked, walking on her knees so she was closer to Santana. Jesus was jumping on her thighs, trying to launch himself over her shoulder.
"Did he just…?" Santana echoed Brittany's question. Her heart was racing, not sure if she should dare to believe it.
"Do it again" Brittany urged.
"What?" Santana asked, pulling Jesus back down, much to his delight.
"I don't know, whatever you were doing, do it again!" she practically screamed. Santana nodded frantically trying to think. It was only seconds ago, yet she couldn't even remember what she was doing. She kissed his cheek, then nuzzled his neck, but Jesus did nothing but giggle. She did it again, which only made him laugh louder. Brittany frowned in disappointment.
"Your brother's holding out on us mijo" Santana said to Kyler, who was looking at her with great interest.
"Mama" Jesus said loudly, jumping up. Brittany and Santana grinned identically. There was no mistaking it this time, he had spoken. She kissed his hair while Brittany rattled off praises, trying to get him to say it again.
Santana put him down and let him crawl away from her. "Mijo" she called, when he was a few feet away.
"Mammaaaa" he yelled back, giggling. Brittany's eyes widened as Santana laughed.
"Mijo" she said as quietly as she could with him still being able to hear her.
"Mmaama" they heard him whisper, as he reached the toy box. Brittany burst out laughing this time too.
"Our children are geniuses" she said to Santana, putting a squirming Kyler down as well and pulling Santana in for a long kiss.
"I think I may start crying" Santana said, watching Kyler attempt to crawl up the stairs. Brittany nodded, her hand over her heart.
"They're going to start speaking and walking and being actual humans"
"Tiny humans"
"Our tiny humans"
"Who walk and talk"
They grinned at each other. "I can't wait to find out what they're like." Brittany said, pulling Santana close.
"We already know what they're like B" Santana said, rubbing up and down Brittany's arms.
"Yeah, except not really. We don't know if they'll like dance, or soccer, or if they'll be nerdy and just want to read and do maths. We don't know if they'll be shy or super confident or friendly or…" she broke off, smirking at Santana.
"Or a Lopez" Santana finished.
"Yeah. We don't really know. But once they start talking and walking, then we'll know."
"Because they're real humans"
"Exactly"
"I get what you're saying, except we do know them. We know that Jesus loves music more than Kyler, and has more energy and loves people. So he's probably not going to be shy. We know that Kyler is a freaking genius, and he's going to be super smart, but we also know that he likes to be on the move. He doesn't like just sitting around. I bet you anything he's into sports." Brittany grinned. "We know them B, all that's happening is that now we get to see the things we know about them be expressed in different ways."
"You're super smart too you know" Brittany told her, kissing her top lip quickly. "Now I'm going to go back to sitting on the couch and appreciating my wonderful life, so please go back to whatever it was you were doing." She tapped Santana's ass playfully and pushed her in Jesus' direction. He was kneeling against the window, banging it aggressively and yelling.
"Whatever you say honey" Santana said, crawling to Jesus, stopping to drag Kyler away from the stairs by the foot. "We should baby proof if they're going to start being actual people."
"I can't believe we've gone this long without seeing our babies" Susan exclaimed, dropping her bags dramatically and crouching to pick one of the boys from where he stood clinging to Santana's leg. "You've grown a whole foot baby boy" she said, hugging him tightly to her chest.
"Wait don't tell us" Pierce said, walking in behind his wife and peering at the baby in her arms. He frowned in concentration, then looked proudly at Santana. "Kyler" he said confidently.
"Wrong dad" Brittany yelled from the living room. His face fell. Santana smiled sympathetically.
"I could have told you that" Susan said, finally pulling Jesus from her chest and kissing his cheek. He smiled at her.
"Oh yeah?" Pierce said sceptically, "And how would you have known that dear?" he said, looking at Santana.
"He let me hug him for far too long" Susan said. Santana smiled, rubbing her sons head as he stretched out his hands to her.
"Quédate con tu gammy mi amor" she told him, allowing Susan to pull her into a hug.
"How are you Santana?" she asked, releasing her.
"I'm good. Going back to work tomorrow, not looking forward to it but it has to be done you know?"
"I understand. Leaving your children for the first time is never fun, but soon enough you'll be happy to be doing what you love again."
"Yeah I know, that's what Brittany keeps saying, but it's easy for her to say when she still has a month."
"Oh come now honey S" Pierce said, using such an old nickname that Santana had to laugh. "You love to sing, and your job allows you such flexibility that soon enough you may be able to take the little buggers in with you." He grabbed her from Susan's side and gave her a crushing hug.
"Start them young" they said at the same time, making Susan roll her eyes.
"I missed you" Pierce said, laughing as he let her go.
"Your mami and poppy are so silly aren't they Jesus?" Susan asked.
"Are either of my parents going to come say hello to their favourite daughter?" Brittany yelled. Kyler yelled with her, and Santana couldn't wipe the smile off her face for anything.
"Honey B" Pierce yelled, Kyler yelled with him and Jesus laughed at the deep sound that was so rarely heard around their house. "You know I love you, if your mother would just let me pass, and your wife would stop holding on to me, I'd be by your side in a flash."
Santana laughed loudly, making Jesus giggle, and Susan just rolled her eyes.
"Your poppy is really really silly." She said, kissing him on the cheek again as Pierce walked past her.
"Are you holding any children?" they heard him yell.
"No" Brittany yelled back. He broke into a run. "Why-" her sentence was cut short by a loud scream.
"Shall we go see what my husband is doing to your wife?" Susan asked in a bored voice. Santana chuckled and nodded her head, denying Jesus' outstretched arms with a shake of her head. He pouted, but didn't cry.
When they entered the living room, it was to the sight of Brittany dangling from Pierce's shoulder, trying but failing to get down.
"Oh my god" Susan sighed.
"Dad, don't make me" Brittany yelled.
"Make you what?" he mocked her, swinging her around and dangling her even further down his back.
"Babe" Brittany shrieked. Santana rushed forward, picking up Kyler from the couch to make sure that whatever catastrophe that was sure to follow was not going to include him.
"I got him babe" she said, walking back to Susan's side.
"Dad, put me down, or I'm gonna have to get myself down" Brittany said. She seemed to have gotten over the initial shock of being hoisted in the air upside down, and Santana could see her eyes darting around the room. She could practically see the plan forming in her brain.
"I'd like to see you try." Pierce said. Having had Brittany at 20, Pierce was still very young, and he had definitely kept in shape. He towered over the women of his family, and could envelop every single one of them in his long arms and broad chest. He worked out often, so he was strong, exhibited by the fact that he was dangling his 25 year old daughter in the air, and didn't seem to be breaking a sweat. Santana didn't actually know who was going to win this. Pierce was strong and tall, and had several pounds on Brittany, but Brittany was nimble, and quick, and definitely had more strength than a lot of people would believe. Susan had watched her husband wrestle like this with Brittany since she was old enough to walk, and every time, Brittany seemed to get better and better at getting out of it. This time, she thought Pierce had bitten off more than he could chew. Brittany had that determined look in her eye that meant someone was probably going to be bleeding by the end of this game. She rolled her eyes in exasperation.
"Dad" Brittany warned one last time. "I don't want you to throw out your back." Pierce gasped, but Santana smiled, she knew that Brittany had said that purely to distract her father, and it had worked. Pierce loosened his grip on Brittany's legs as he craned his neck to look down at her in offense. In one quick motion Brittany pulled one leg from his hands, and wrapping it around his torso. She hoisted herself up- Santana licked her lips as Brittany's abs tightened. Now she was sitting on her dad's shoulders, one leg still over his shoulder, the other hooked awkwardly under his armpit and around his chest. She took one second to breathe, looking quickly at Santana.
'Careful' Santana mouthed, and Brittany just winked at her. The next moment, she was throwing all of her weight to her right, making sure her leg was gripping her father tight enough that she wouldn't fall. Pierce yelled, stumbling, removing his hand from Brittany's leg to try and hold on to something. Taking advantage of this, Brittany allowed herself to drop to her father's waist, wrapping both legs around him. She was now facing his front, her back brushing the floor. Pierce managed to finally get his balance, but it was too late, he looked down at Brittany, trying to decide what to do next, but Brittany used all her strength to simultaneously pull her father down to the ground, while twisting out of the way so he would not land on her. Susan screamed as Pierce landed on the floor, Brittany perched on his back grinning, but completely out of breath.
"Brittany!" Santana exclaimed. Jesus and Kyler were going mad with laughter. They were squirming to be put on the floor, clapping and screaming loudly. Susan shook her head. "Mr P are you okay?" Santana asked, walking down the steps and giving in to Kyler's request to be put down. "B get up" Santana said, beckoning Brittany forward. Pierce laughed, flipping on to his back once Brittany had stood up. His eyes were closed, but he was smiling in amusement, breathing just as heavily as Brittany.
"Pierce, you better be ok, or I'm going to be seriously pissed." Susan said, sitting on the couch directly in front of him. Brittany had walked to the kitchen, but now returned with a bottle of water, guzzling it quickly. She stood in the space between the living room and kitchen, looking down at everyone
"Dad?" she asked, sounding both worried and smug. Santana turned to her, trying to look disapproving, but unable to hide the fact that watching that had turned her on significantly. Brittany smirked.
"That…" Pierce said, still not opening his eyes, but lifting his arms to hold Kyler who had crawled on top of him and was bouncing up and down on his chest. He took a deep breath. "That, Brittany Susan, was damn fantastic." He cracked open one eye and grinned at her.
"Dios" Santana said, as Susan groaned and Brittany gasped. She jumped down onto the couched beside her mother, then onto the floor, handing her father the water.
"Dad you're bleeding" she said, no longer sounding smug. Pierce shook his head at the concerned look from the women around him.
"So that's what that taste is" he joked, taking a big gulp of water before resting his head on the floor and closing his eyes again.
"Dad I'm so sorry" Brittany said, not knowing what to do.
"Nonsense" Pierce said loudly, waving his hand. "That was the most amazing thing I've ever been a part of. Where did you learn to do that honey B?" he asked, opening his eyes again.
"I improvised a dance move. There's a way to do it properly so that no one is thrown off balance, or….or hurt…dad I'm really sorry. I shouldn't have-"
"Come now Brittany" her father said, groaning as he sat up. "It's not the first time either of us has been hurt in our little wrestling games. And we're always ok right?" Brittany looked uncertain.
"I for one, think that this needs to be the last of these matches." Susan said, apparently satisfied that her husband was ok, and turning her attention back to Jesus, who had stopped trying to get down. "One of these days one or both of you is going to get seriously hurt. Brittany isn't a little girl anymore Pierce."
"She'll always be my little girl" he said, winking at Brittany and then jumping to his feet. Brittany took this as a sign that he was actually ok, and her smug smile returned. Susan groaned and looked at Santana for help. Santana looked Pierce up and down.
"Do a jumping jack" she told him. He frowned, but did one anyway. Santana pursed her lips. "Do a squat" she said. He did one. "I think he's fine" she said to Susan. "And that seriously was fu-freaking awesome" she said, catching herself before she cursed. Brittany grinned at her and Pierce nodded, clapping Brittany on the back.
"My girl" he said proudly, giving her a proper hug. "I miss you so much everyday"
"I miss you too daddy" Brittany said, relishing in the way she was completely encased in her father's arms, feeling like a little girl. "I miss you too."
"You mean to tell me that he spoke. He said an actual word to you?" Santana nodded proudly as she cradled a sleeping Jesus to her chest. Susan looked at her husband skeptically.
"Mum he did, I swear he did. He said 'mama'. More than once." Brittany said seriously, not liking the way her mum was looking at her.
"He's nine months old" Pierce said slowly, as if Brittany and Santana had forgotten. Santana rolled her eyes.
"We'll show you when he wakes up" she said, standing up from the couch. "I'm gonna put him down so he sleeps for a bit, he didn't sleep so well last night." Brittany nodded, brushing her legs as she walked past. Kyler was lying across her legs, refusing to be held and trying to fight sleep.
"Honey B can I ask you a question?" Pierce asked, joining her on the ground.
"Sure dad" Brittany replied, gently tugging Kyler up her thighs.
"Why did you choose the names you did?" he paused, "for the twins….I mean" he clarified.
Brittany was silent for a while, watching her son force his eyes open and failing. She stroked his hair, trying to coax him into sleep. The mere fact that he didn't push her hand away was a sign of how tired he was. She smiled.
"Brittany" her mother called her.
"We wanted them both to have Spanish names obviously," Brittany said, "but we also wanted them to have…." She paused to think of the way Santana had phrased it. "Names that reflect their biracial parents, even if they aren't biracial themselves." Susan and Pierce nodded in understanding. "Santana and I had always said we wanted to name one of our kids Jesus, like since we were in high school, so we only really had to think of a name for Ky."
Santana walked into the room, sitting down on the floor next to Brittany.
"It took us a while" Brittany continued. "Eventually though, I was lying in bed at the hotel we were staying at in Brazil, Santana was looking up a bunch of names online, and I was just silently lying there, listening to her try out the names and make rude comments about some of them"
"Hey they weren't rude. They were….honest." Santana defended, rubbing Kyler's back as he rubbed his face furiously against Brittany's thighs. "Some of those names must have been a joke because I can't imagine some people actually naming their children those." Brittany smiled at her.
"Ok so how did you land on the name Kyler?" Susan prompted, not wanting her daughters to get lost in another one of their silent staring conversations.
"Brittany had a dream about it apparently, two years ago." Santana said. Pierce frowned at her.
"Pardon?"
"Brittany was lying next to me, her eyes were half closed and I honestly thought she had been asleep, cause she'd been quiet for so long, and then, all of a sudden, she sits bolt upright, staring at me like she'd just seen a corpse or something."
"It was scary." Brittany said quietly, pulling Kyler up so that he was now lying on her chest. There was silence as he stirred, lifting his head and dropping it several times before finally settling down and staring with half-open eyes at Santana. She kissed his head.
"What was scary?" Pierce asked, once Kyler had been still for a while.
"It came to me like a vision. I remembered a dream I had once, a really long time ago, like before we got married. Before we even started planning the wedding at all."
"What kind of dream?" Susan asked.
"It was so weird. Ok so Santana, Puck, Quinn and I had gone out to celebrate….Santana's first concert?" she looked at Santana.
"Yeah…." Santana said, looking up as if the answer was written on the ceiling. "Yeah, I think it was the first concert."
"Yeah, so we went out, and got really drunk and passed out at home." She ignored her parents disapproving looks. "But then, I had this really strange dream where I was with these two boys who were like…I wanna say 10, and we were just sitting in this field, and they were telling me about their lives and everything. Then all of a sudden, they got really serious, and one of them looked at me and was like, you have to get married or else we won't be born. You have to get married NOW, and then they got up and started running away. So I yelled 'what's your name' and just before they disappeared, he yelled back 'Kyler.' And then I woke up"
"And she woke me up, and told me that we had to get married."
"It was actually so cute, because she was so tired, but she started getting out of bed, like she was ok with us just going to get married at that exact moment." The Pierces laughed.
"You know my base setting is to do whatever you ask me, and I was so tired and drunk, what do you expect?"
Pierce and Susan laughed, but nodded in understanding.
"Anyway so yeah, when we were in the hotel, the dream kinda just came back to me with a ton of force, and I knew somehow that the two boys were my sons. I didn't know last time, but I did now. Well not now but-"
"Yes honey we understand." Susan said quickly.
"Yeah, so I told Santana about the dream, and we named him Kyler."
"That's insane. You mean to tell me you had a dream about your non-existent children two years before they were born?" Pierce said.
"Yeah" Brittany said. "And I know it's crazy, but it was them. Why else would I dream about two random Latin boys telling me to get married or they won't be born? Why wouldn't I dream about white kids? Or one kid, why were they twins?"
Susan and Pierce seemed unable to answer this. Santana nodded smugly.
"It was just one of those really weird moments in life where like….you realise that there are bigger things out there than us you know? There was something out there, that knew that Brittany and I were taking too long to get married, and the longer we took to get married, everything was going to be pushed back as well, so we might not have been in Brazil when their mum was stabbed, and they would have died with her. I mean when you think about the things that had to happen for us to be on that street to hear her asking for help…"
"I had to force Santana out of the hotel, we had to decide to walk everywhere rather than drive, and we had to decide we wanted to stay away from the tourist sights, and that body guard…what was his name?" Santana shrugged. "Whatever that guy was called, he had to piss us off and make Santana want to go into the favela…there was just so much that can't be called a coincidence. So yeah, I think that dream was one hundred percent my kids somehow telling me to get a move on."
Susan and Pierce looked at each other, trying to take everything in. "What about Sawyer and Santiago?" Susan finally asked.
"Well, Jesus is already a Hispanic name and Kyler isn't, so we thought it would be cool if they each had one Hispanic name, one non-hispanic name. And Santana and I both have names that start with S, so we decided we wanted them to have names that start with S too."
"That's cute" Susan said. Brittany nodded, kissed Kyler on the head, and then slowly stood up. Santana always knew that Brittany was strong. She always knew that there were some things that Brittany could do that she couldn't, like the tackling move she just did to her father, but in moments like these, where Brittany stood up without moving Kyler at all, without using her hands to push herself up. It was a whole different kind of wake up call. It made Santana's brain temporarily malfunction as she watched the muscles in Brittany's legs tighten. How on earth did a person stand up from a sitting position, legs stretched out in front of her, in one swift motion, without removing her hands from their sleeping son?
"Babe?" Brittany asked, looking down at Santana, who was staring at her legs with wide eyes. "Is everything ok?" Santana's head snapped up.
"Uhh…yeah B…everything is fine…fine….why?"
Brittany raised an eyebrow in confusion, but decided to let it go. "I'll be right back" she said to her parents, walking up the steps. They nodded.
Pierce smirked at Santana, who was staring after her.
"That's still my daughter you know?" he said, making Santana blush furiously and bury her face in the blanket that Kyler had been lying on.
"Oh don't listen to him Santana" Susan said, grinning at her. "We've been through way worse when it comes to you and Brittany." Santana grimaced, not removing the blanket from her face. "And a healthy se-"
"Okay…I think I know where this is going. I'm okay with you just stopping there."
"Seriously Santana, you two got married very young, and nobody is expecting the very healthy sexual relationship you had to just take a back seat." Susan went on, ignoring Santana's discomfort. "Pierce and I are more than happy to come down here and look after our two favourite boys whenever you need some time to….reconnect."
Santana took a moment to think of a response. The way Susan had phrased it, Santana would never be able to ask them to come watch the kids without thinking that her in-laws were thinking about her having sex with their daughter.
"Thanks Susan" she started, praying Brittany would walk in soon, "of course we'd love you guys to come and see the boys more often, they love it when you're here"
"But?" Pierce asked knowingly.
"Uuh…no but...you guys are welcome all the time, you don't have to wait for Britt and I to…"
"Reconnect" Susan supplied.
"Yeah" Santana said awkwardly, jumping to her feet as she heard Brittany coming down the stairs.
"Suzy you made her uncomfortable" Pierce told his wife, sitting back on the couch.
"I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable dear" Susan said with a smile, "though we can consider that payback for all the uncomfortable nights Pierce and I spent trying to block out the noises we were hearing. One time-"
"Okay" Santana said, practically sprinting out of the room and running into Brittany.
"Where are you going?" Brittany asked, stopping in her tracks and eyeing the living room wearily.
"What took you so long?" Santana hissed.
"What did they say?" Brittany asked, ignoring Santana's question.
"That if we needed time to have sex they'd be happy to fly down and watch the boys." Brittany grimaced. "And then they were going to start talking about the noises they heard when we were teenagers." Brittany took a step back from the living room.
"I think I need a snack" she said, turning around.
"I think I need the bathroom" Santana said, walking down the corridor.
"Why do you do that?" Pierce asked with a grin, shaking his head at his giggling wife.
"Oh come on…they put us through so much, so what if I like to enjoy a little revenge?"
"What the hell is that noise? It's too early in the morning for that kind of noise."
"Sorry, mami"
"Santana, is it you making that noise? Are you trying to steal my car?"
"No papi, it's Brittany."
"Is Brittany trying to steal my car?"
"Tell her to stop doing that. Santana Marie you tell her to stop..."
The echoing sound of the door slamming cut off Maribel's next words.
Santana sprinted down the driveway of her house and vaulted into the open passenger door. Brittany stopped her incessant hooting as Santana screamed.
"I knoowww" Brittany screamed back.
"Oh my god!" Santana screamed, looking at Brittany with the greatest respect.
"I KNOW" Brittany yelled again. Santana shut the door, looking wearily at her house.
"Maybe we should go. My parents aren't too pleased." She told Brittany, throwing her bag into the bag seat.
"Your wish is my command lady Lopez" Brittany said, putting the car in reverse and backing onto the street.
"So cool" Santana said, watching everything with wide eyes. "This car is so cool! Quinn Fabray and Noah Puckerman can SUCK IT" she said, finally turning in her seat and putting on her belt.
"Totally" Brittany replied, rolling down the window and poking her head out.
"What are you doing?" Santana asked.
"Checking to make sure it's clear"
"That's what the mirrors are for B"
"Yeah I know, but this is easier."
"If you never use them you'll never get used to them" Brittany shrugged.
"So how does it feel to be driving?" Santana asked, barely able to keep the jealousy out of her voice.
"Fantastic. My mum's been going everywhere with me to make sure I'm actually a safe driver, and that I won't wrap myself around a poll….though I'm not really sure what stripping has to do with it." Santana grinned, but didn't correct her. "So this is the first time I'm driving on my own, and I'm pretty sure it's only cause I said I was coming to pick you up, so I won't be in the car alone, even though you can't drive."
"Legally. I can so drive. I've been driving since I was 13" Brittany frowned. "My abuela likes to send me to the store." Santana shrugged.
"Think of all the places we could go. Oh my gosh! We could totally drive anywhere we wanted. We could go on road trips. I've always wanted to go on a road trip with you S." Santana continued to smile all the way to school as Brittany listed off all the places they could go.
"All I know is that she's a total fucking mess and it's embarrassing as hell." Santana said, rolling her eyes and jumping out of the car. "I think Mercedes mentioned something about Finn and Rachel being broken up or something…or was it Rachel and Jessie….I didn't really care, but some cheerleaders were saying they heard her crying about how she wished Finn was the father of her baby, cause Puck's a spazz…" she scoffed. "I mean no shit. Puck's a fucking idiot, but Finn isn't all that better. He's so…." She grimaced.
"I know" Brittany said, jumping out of the car and walking over to Santana's side with both their bags. She wanted to ask why Santana still hooked up with him if Puck was such an idiot, and especially after what happened to Quinn, but they had almost fought about it once already, and she didn't want a repeat, so she avoided the topic. "Between all the relationship drama, and the fact that only five of us can dance, I have no idea how Mr Shue expects us to win nationals. Have you seen the videos of some of the other teams?"
Santana took her bag from Brittany and linked their pinkies. "Don't even get me started on Mr Shue." She said, rolling her eyes. "The whole glee club is a fucking mess."
"Yeah, but it's not all bad. Sure, the people are really weird and annoying, and the robot guy really creeps me out, but the singing and dancing is fun." Santana couldn't disagree, so she didn't say anything. They made their normal way to their lockers, saying hi to some cheerleaders and jocks, and glaring at anyone else who tried to look at them. Well, Santana glared, Brittany didn't notice.
"I see you got a new ride ladies" Puck said, sliding up behind Santana. Brittany stiffened and stared hard at the books in her locker. Santana winced, but recovered quickly.
"Sure did Puckerman. Sweet isn't it? Better than the piece of junk you haul around."
"It's alright. Noticed you were still in the passenger seat. Are you sure you're not supposed to be in the back based on some height requirements?"
"Are you sure you're not supposed to be in grade school based on some brain cell requirements?" Santana spat.
"Who cares what I have in my head when what's in my pants more than makes up for it?"
"I hate to break it to you, but you can't write with that pencil" Santana scoffed.
"I think you and I both know that isn't true" he winked at her. "You want to verify Britt?" Brittany shook her head, trying to ignore the taste of bile in her mouth.
"What do you want Puck?" Santana asked, not liking the way he was looking at Brittany.
"I wanted to know if you're coming over after glee." He continued to look at Brittany.
"No"
"Oh come on….why not?" Puck whined, now looking at Santana. They both missed the smile on Brittany's face.
"Because I have plans with Britt."
"She can come too, I'm a fair guy. I don't mind sharing." Santana rolled her eyes.
"First of all, gross, second of all, never in a million years, third of all, gross, and fourth, what happened to Aretha?" Puck rolled his eyes.
"I broke up with her. She couldn't handle the status of Noah Puckerman's girl. Plus, I can't be tied down, I'm meant to be a free wolf."
"You mean she left the cheerios and wasn't popular enough for you anymore" Brittany said, finally turning to look at him. "And I heard a different story from Mike."
"Whatever Barbie, the details don't matter."
"Don't call her that. Look I'm glad you ditched the wheezing arm candy, but I'm afraid I just don't have the time, energy, or desire to hang out with you so….can you leave us alone now? I feel like I'm at a higher risk for herpes just by being around you."
"Whatever you'll be back Lopez. You always come back. I'll be waiting." He pushed off the locker, "for both of you" he said to Brittany.
"I don't like him" Brittany said, picking out books and stuffing them in her bag.
"I know" was all Santana said, opening her own locker.
"Why do you-"
"B can we not today? I said I wasn't going over right?"
Brittany wanted to say that Santana always said she wasn't going over, but then a week later she'd be blowing Brittany off for plans with Puck. She wanted to say that it made her look weak and easy when she obviously hated Puck so much, but could always be seen by his side, or getting into fights with people over him. She wanted to say that she was so much better than Puck and his inability to commit to her, but she didn't. Instead she just nodded her head, zipped up her bag, and walked with her best friend to class.
"Ok where should we go first?" Brittany whispered, as their Biology teacher turned to write something on the board.
"We should definitely go to a drive-thru." Santana whispered back.
"Oh you're right" Brittany said too loudly.
"Mrs Pierce….do I need to remind you that this work is meant to be done individually?"
"No" Brittany said, not bothering to lean away from Santana, but averting her eyes to her empty worksheet. "But which one should we go to?" she whispered after a moment.
Santana scrunched up her face in thought, and Brittany had to give herself the well-rehearsed talk about inappropriate thoughts about her best friend.
"Maybe we should go to chick-fil-A" she paused to write something on her sheet, then looked up at Brittany. "I love chick-fil-A." Brittany grinned.
"I know. Remember that time we got my dad to get us twenty sandwiches each and we had a contest to see who could eat more in thirty minutes? Even my dad was impressed. He wanted to take a picture and frame it. He calls it the chica filla now." Santana burst out laughing.
"Mrs Lopez…is something funny?" the teacher asked, turning to the two girls in obvious irritation.
"Yes" Santana said, looking her straight in the eye. Their teacher seemed to debate what to do next. She was of course used to Santana's antics by now, and she knew that asking her to share with the class, which she would have done with any other student, would only result in a long string of insults that she couldn't give detention for because of that damn coach of theirs. At the same time, she couldn't just allow Santana to run wild in her class.
"I suggest you leave it to after my class, unless you would like triple the homework as the rest of the class. I assume you have time to laugh because you've finished the worksheet?"
"No"
The teacher smiled victoriously. "Then you'd better get on with it."
Santana scowled, but returned to her work.
"What about after?" Brittany asked as they walked into glee later that day.
"After what?" Santana asked, absentmindedly watching Quinn.
"After Chick-fil-A and the mall."
"We could just go for a drive. Maybe we'll discover some secret cool place in Lima we've never been before"
"Oh, an adventure….I like it. And we can just disappear there when we don't wanna be around other people"
"Yeah. It could be our spot" Santana said, just as Puck walked in and plopped himself right beside her. Brittany didn't even notice that he had his arm around Santana. All she could think about was that there was soon going to be a place that was just hers and Santana's. She spent the rest of glee tuning out the loud ramblings of Rachel, choosing instead to daydream about late afternoons spent on some field on the edge of town that no one knew about, just her and Santana, away from all the things that made Santana act cold and heartless. No Rachel Berrys to irritate her, or Noah Puckermans to distract her. She would just be Santana. Brittany's favourite Santana. And they could lay on the grass and laugh, and just be them.
She was dragged form her thoughts by Santana nudging her just below the ribs. Last year they had come up with a system to help Brittany stop looking so stupid in classes where she just wasn't paying attention. If the teacher called on her while she was daydreaming, and Santana patted her shoulder, she was to answer with a no, if she shook her arm, she was to say yes, and if she was nudged in the ribs, Santana had an answer written down on a piece of paper. She looked down at Santana's lap and read from the paper.
"Obviously if we could do it at sectionals, when you all were even more pathetic, with barely any rehearsal we can do it again" Santana smirked at the shocked expressions on everyone's faces, ignoring the nudge in the ribs from Brittany.
"Uh ok…well thanks Brittany" Mr Shue said awkwardly. "Obviously what happened at sectionals was horrible, but it proved that you guys have what it takes, so I'm not worried about regionals."
"No offense Mr Shue, but I don't know how you expect us to win regionals when more than half of us can't dance" Brittany said. "Mike and I can choreograph some simple steps and sways, but have you actually seen the competition?"
"Yeah, it would be cool if we could amp up the dancing. It would make us-"
"This is a glee club, not your precious cheerios" Rachel interrupted Mike, shaking her head at Brittany. "As long as we have amazing singing, which I think some of you should work on" she looked at Tina and paused for emphasis, "then we're bound to win."
"I agree. We'll have enough time to rehearse a proper dance routine so it won't be like sectionals. What I'm more worried about are our song selections, and making sure the vocals are really good."
Santana rolled her eyes, squeezing Brittany's hand before looking back at Mr Shue. "You'd think that since Britt and I are the only ones who have any actual experience being on a winning team, and the fact that she's the best dancer in here, you'd actually want to listen to what she's saying. Yet, like always, your favourite hobbit opens her mouth to make sure no ideas but hers are heard, and you jump on the Berry brigade without a second thought."
"I happen to have more performance experience than-"
"It's not performance experience if you were born annoying, loud, obnoxious and ugly"
"Ok, enough Santana." Mr Shue said. Brittany put her hand on Santana's thigh and shook her head almost imperceptibly. Santana sighed and leaned back in her seat, crossing her arms. "I understand what Brittany and Mike are saying about the dancing, but I really think that focusing on the singing is what we need to do to win. So" he rubbed his hands together, but when he continued speaking, Brittany had already tuned him out. If Mr Shue wanted to ignore her, she'd just ignore him as well. One thing she was sure of though, was that they were going to lose regionals.
Later that evening, Brittany and Santana did in fact find a spot that they deemed theirs. They had stumbled upon it by accident, when Brittany had gotten lost and turned into a small dirt road, looking for a way to turn back. They emerges into a small clearing in the trees, with a pond in the centre. On nights when Santana went off to Puck's or when she'd freak out after sex and leave, Brittany would find herself sitting on the rocks by the pond staring into the water, or up at the sky for hours. They never told anyone about it, and when they had broken up, Brittany spent many nights there curled under a blanket, just trying to feel closer to Santana. It was where they kissed for the first time as a couple after Santana formally asked her to be her girlfriend, it was where they sat for hours, gathering the courage to tell their parents about their relationship, and where Brittany took Santana after her abuela kicked her out.
On that particular night, Santana and Brittany lay on the bonnet of her car, using the windscreen as a backrest. Santana had her eyes closed, enjoying the fact that she could be out of the house without her parents knowing where she is via their driver. More than that, she was enjoying being with Brittany.
"Hey Britt" she said quietly. Brittany smiled. There was a way Santana spoke when she wanted to tell her something serious. Something emotional. Her voice got soft, like she wasn't sure if she wanted Brittany to actually hear her, and she took long pauses, thinking of the best way to say it, or having an internal battle about saying it at all. Brittany waited patiently, looking up at the sky.
"You're my best friend B" Santana started. "And you're my best friend in a way that….no one else has ever been my friend the way you are." Brittany turned to look at her, and saw that her eyes were still closed.
"Me too"
Santana sat up and crossed her legs, fiddling with her fingers between her legs.
"Brittany, you're my best friend." She said again. Brittany sat up too. This was clearly something that was impossible for Santana to say. She took Santana's hands from her lap, and held them tightly. After a minute of Santana playing with her fingers, she spoke.
"I love you" Santana whispered. Brittany closed her eyes, relishing the words. Santana was just saying that she loved her best friend but Brittany let herself imagine she was saying she loved her, the way Brittany loved her. That she was admitting, for the first time since they became friends, that they weren't just friends, even if she was only doing it in a round-about way that could easily be overlooked. Brittany of course already knew this, but it was sometimes maddening when she'd have sex with Santana and then be forced to pretend like it didn't mean anything. This was definitely a touchy subject, so Brittany opted to say nothing, and just let Santana get it all out.
"You're an amazing person B. You're smart, and you're beautiful and I need you. I know sometimes I'm a huge bitch, and…." She took a deep breath. "I know sometimes I say one thing…I tell you one thing….but I don't….I just don't want to lose you. Puck and all those other boys, I don't really care about them. Anything could happen with them and I wouldn't care. But you're my best friend, and I care if something happens to us."
Brittany thought hard about what Santana was saying. She was speaking in code, that much was clear, but what was she saying? Obviously Brittany knew Santana cared about her, but why was she telling her this?
"Britt…I need you. Without you, I feel like….I have no idea who I am. We…we uuhh…you know" she looked up briefly and caught Brittany's eyes.
"I know" Santana never really addressed the fact that they had sex. She usually just alluded to it, when she wasn't ignoring it completely.
"Yeah…and…you know, things like that…they get messy. Like Puck and I, if we got into a really bad fight, or you know the way we argue all the time, and we hate each other but we also keep going back to each other in this terrible toxic way, if one day we just didn't go back to each other…it wouldn't matter. But you and me…if we fought or let….it…..you know, get in the way, then I'd lose my best friend, and I wouldn't know who I was."
Brittany finally understood. She understood that Santana was scared about more than just being gay. She understood that Santana definitely loved her, and that she was apologizing as best she could for her constantly freaking out after sex. She was validating Brittany's feelings, but letting her know that they can't be anything more.
"Santana….you're my best friend too okay?" Brittany said, shifting closer to her. "You're my best friend, and you'll always be my best friend. It doesn't matter what kind of fights we get into, or us coming together in a toxic way…or not…." She frowned, and Santana looked up at her confused. "I don't know, you confused me a bit somewhere, but the point is….I love you, and honestly there isn't a universe where we aren't best friends." Santana smiled.
"Well duh…I'm too awesome for you to ditch."
"Totally." Brittany laughed, pulling Santana into a tight hug.
Going back to work may possibly be the single hardest thing Brittany had ever done. She was late to work every day for the first week because she just couldn't bring herself to walk out the house. Especially if someone was crying. That someone was sometimes Santana. She was struggling to enjoy dancing, she was slightly out of shape, so on top of not having fun she was tired, and she missed her boys. Even though they cried a lot, particularly Jesus, Brittany found herself missing them more than she thought was possible. Whenever she could she called Santana to see how they were doing, maybe even talk to them if they weren't napping. More than once she thought about quitting her job altogether so she didn't have to leave them.
On this particular day though, she dreaded going back home. She hadn't spoken to Santana since the night before, since they'd agreed not to say anymore until they'd both calmed down. For the sake of their marriage.
This fight felt bad. It was the first time they'd gone to bed mad at each other since adopting the twins. Brittany would be lying if she said she hadn't left for work earlier than necessary to avoid Santana. But she couldn't hide forever. Eventually she had to leave work and go home. If nothing else, she still missed her two precious babies, more so than any other day since she hadn't had a chance to spend time with them in the morning. She packed up her stuff and went home.
The house was quiet when she walked in, telling her exactly where everyone was. She took her duffle bag upstairs and changed into clean clothes, washed her hands and made her way downstairs.
Brittany stood in the doorway to Santana's studio and listened to the song she was silently singing. She was sitting by the piano, absentmindedly playing some chords while Jesus and Kyler slept on a mat on the floor beside her. Usually by now, Brittany would have made her presence known, but there was something about the way Santana was singing, something about the lyrics of the song, that were keeping her rooted to the spot.
"Urgh….ok…how about…" Santana said aloud. Brittany thought for a moment she was the one being addressed, but Santana simply scratched something off on the book in front of her, wrote something else, and then played a new chord. "Unbreak the broken, unsay these spoken words, find hope in the hopeless, hold me I'm a trainwreck" as she finished the line, she shook her head and crossed what she had just written out. "Ok let's start from the beginning, maybe that'll fix it."
She sat up straight and began to play the piano. Brittany couldn't help thinking that it was one of the most beautiful songs Santana had ever written. It was slow, and sad, and the melody she was playing on the piano was simple, but somehow so profound.
"I don't wanna lose it, but I'm not getting though this, hey, should I pray? Should I pray yeah….to myself? To a god? To a savior who can, unbreak the broken, unsay these spoken words, find hope in the hopeless, pull me out, the trainwreck" she jumped up from her chair and threw a fist in the air in silent victory.
"That sounds so amazing" Brittany said quietly, but Santana jumped nearly a foot in the air none the less. She turned around clutching her heart.
"Brittany, you scared the crap out of me"
"Sorry" Brittany said, just as quietly. "It sounds beautiful" Santana sat back down and wrote down in the book.
"Thank you" she said, without looking up.
"It's sad" It wasn't a question or a criticism, just an observation. Santana nodded. They were silent for a while, Santana facing the piano, but not playing, and Brittany standing in the doorway, playing with the hem of her shirt.
"What's it called?" Brittany asked to break the awkward silence. She saw Santana sigh and braced herself for the fight she knew was coming. She didn't have to wait long.
"What do you want?" Santana asked, standing up and facing her.
"I want us to talk about it. We can't just be mad-"
"I'm allowed to be mad" Santana cut in, glancing down at the sleeping babies.
"Yes, you are allowed to be mad. I was going to say that we can't just be mad at each other forever. We need to talk about it." Santana clenched her jaw and looked back down.
"Fine" she said after a minute. "But I just got them to sleep so we can't do it here."
"Just now? It's four o'clock"
"I know that Brittany. But wouldn't you know…it takes a while to get two hyper active infants to sleep on your own" Santana said coldly, bending to pick up Kyler. Brittany sighed heavily.
"I didn't-"
"Whatever, let's just get them to bed." Santana walked out of the room without even looking at Brittany.
With both boys in their cribs, and a baby monitor sitting on the coffee table, Santana stood by the door to the pool, watching the still water. Brittany stood awkwardly by the couch, trying to think of the best way to begin the conversation. They were silent for nearly ten minutes before anyone spoke.
"I'm sorry" Brittany finally said. Santana didn't react. "Santana will you look at me please?" Santana turned slowly, crossing her arms over her chest. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean it"
"To which 'it' are we referring?" Santana began sarcastically. "When you said that I'm an obsessive, over-protective mother who picked a favourite son and is ignoring the other? Or when you said that I'm basically a stay at home mum who can't understand the burdens of an actual job?"
"I didn't say either of those things," Brittany said, trying not to get frustrated. "But both. I know that Jesus can be more…he needs more attention sometimes. Don't you think I know that?"
"If you know that, then why did you make it seem like I would rather be walking around with him on my hip all day than watching him learn to walk and crawl around with his brother? Why did you basically accuse me of loving that he always wants to be held, and saying that I barely spend any time with Kyler?"
"I just think that picking him every time he asks for it, is just teaching him that it works. He's never going to develop other ways of soothing himself."
"So what Brittany?" Brittany noted that the control in Santana's voice was wavering. "I'm his mother. So what if being in my arms makes him feel better, as opposed to sucking his fingers or becoming attached to some blanket or stuffed animal?"
"I'm his mother too Santana" Brittany said, some hurt in her voice. Santana had to physically restrain herself from rolling her eyes. She decided to ignore the comment altogether.
"He's in pain Brittany. When we realised he was fine and just being cheeky, I put a stop to it. I went along with your plan, and he stopped. But this is different. He's in pain, and when he's in pain, he likes to be held, and kissed and sang to. I can do all those things, so I'm not going to stop just because-"
"Because what? Just because I think it might have some future consequences? Like a six year old who has issues going to school because he's going to be away from his mothers? Because my opinion means nothing?"
Santana tightened her arms around her chest and took a deep breath. "I was going to say just because it might mean that we have to put a bit more effort into making him independent the older he gets." Brittany scoffed, and Santana bit her tongue, reminding herself of the promise she made to herself long ago, to never insult Brittany. "When we brought them home, we knew that we were going to have to act differently towards them Brittany. We prepared ourselves for how hard it was going to be but we talked about it. We knew that the same parenting styles don't work for all children, and a lot of parents with twins make the…" she stopped before saying 'mistake' knowing it would just make the situation worse. Quickly covering up her slip, she thought of another word. "Decision…to raise them the same, like they are the same, but we know they aren't."
Brittany didn't seem to have noticed what Santana had been about to say, but she still didn't look happy. "So you're saying you're a better parent than me?" Santana shook her head, but Brittany didn't let her speak. "You're saying I'm a bad mum because I treat them like they're the same person?"
"I didn't say that" Santana nearly yelled. She ran a hand through her hair. "I didn't say you're a bad mum, Jesus. All I'm saying is that Kyler may be able to soothe himself, and may not need to be held even if he'd like it, but Jesus does, and telling me not to do it, or to do it less, just isn't right. I'm sorry, but it isn't. And while I'm perfectly okay with your decision not to do it, I will. When I think he's back to just being a brat, I'll go back to crawling around on the floor with him, and pushing him around the house in the walker."
"I've already said that I understand that Jesus needs more attention than Kyler. And obviously, I'm not saying that we need to treat them the same, but even though they aren't the same person, they are the same age. There are still two of them Santana."
"I know that" Santana said defensively.
"Well you're not acting like it. You're acting like Kyler is older than Jesus, and able to just roam around by himself. You're acting like he's not also a ten month old baby."
"Kyler loves being able to move around the house. It's not like I'm leaving him crying in his room, or not paying attention to him. I spend most of the time I'm not in the studio on the fucking floor these days, because I want to be able to play with Kyler even if I am holding Jesus. Maybe you'd prefer I cut out the studio time all together-"
"DON'T" Brittany yelled.
"What?" Santana said harshly, uncrossing her arms and taking a step forward. "You said it last night." She pointed at Brittany. "You said 'what's the point of working from home if you aren't going to take care of them?' You walk in after spending the whole day at work, and start yelling at me because you find them asleep in the living room-"
"Alone" Brittany interjects, "and I'm not gone all day."
"What's the difference between leaving them to sleep alone upstairs like we have right now, and me leaving them to sleep in the living room while I work in the studio? I had the monitor, and the gate to every staircase was closed, the doors and windows were all locked. Tell me what exactly the difference is." Santana glared at Brittany, something that happened so rarely, and it made Brittany realise that the point of the conversation had been lost. She took a deep breath.
"There's no difference ok? I just walked in and saw them and I got freaked out, and I over-reacted. I'm sorry." She said, looking straight into Santana's eyes. After a moment, she saw the brown eyes soften, and all at once felt like she could breathe a bit easier. "Look…we both know that we think the other is an amazing parent right?" she asked, sitting down. Santana sighed.
"Yeah"
"Ok, so the first thing we need to do from now on, is to stop thinking that any conversation about something one of us does with the kids is an attack on our parenting."
Santana nodded and moved to sit on the armrest of the couch Brittany was sitting on. "Ok…that's fair."
"Secondly, we both greatly admire each other's' jobs. Personally, I'm so glad that you have a job that lets you be at home when I can't. It means one of us can be here with the boys and we don't have to watch them be raised by some crazy nanny who gets too attached and tries to kidnap them."
Santana tried, but couldn't stop the corner of her mouth from lifting in a small smile.
"I know" she said. "You said that when I offered."
"I don't say it enough. I know it would be easier for you to go in to work and be with your team and your band, but you decided not to, and I'm so grateful that you did. I think we've both been trying to adjust to the new normal. We're used to both being here, and having nothing to do but play with them and watch them sleep. It's been hard for me not knowing what they're doing or how they are for four whole hours."
"I know B" Santana said, sliding down to the couch. The nickname didn't go past Brittany, and she knew that they were done being mad at each other.
"I think actually….that I'm a little jealous of you. I know if I held Jesus he wouldn't complain, but I think I messed up back when he was a baby, and now he knows somehow that I don't think he should be held all the time. So he doesn't ask me. He doesn't come snuggle with me the way he used to. He doesn't automatically want me to hold him when he isn't feeling good, he wants you, because you've always been the one to do it. Since he was tiny and refused to sleep."
"Britt. He's still a baby. You could hold him all the time if you wanted to. He'd love it."
"Yeah, but it's too late now. I'm gone for a lot of the time he's awake-"
"Don't be silly Britt. You're only gone for four hours. That's nothing."
They were silent for a while.
"You know I don't think you're a housewife" Brittany said quietly. Santana looked at her and smiled. She turned and crawled the space between them, then threw her leg over Brittany's to straddle her.
"I know B" she leaned in and kissed her, letting go of all the tension and anger from the 24 hours they had been fighting. When they parted, Brittany had a goofy grin on her face, her eyes dark with lust. "I'd be a hot housewife though."
Brittany nodded, licking her lips, and then biting playfully at Santana's bottom one. She wrapped her hands around her waist and pulled her in for a long, deep kiss, gently rocking her hips into Santana's. When the need to breathe became overwhelming, she trailed kisses down Santana's neck, using the fingers she had entwined with her hair to pull Santana's head to the side, giving her better access. Santana let out a low moan when she bit gently on the skin below her ear.
"You'd be a fucking sexy housewife" Brittany whispered, letting her lips brush the shell of Santana ear.
"Fuck" Santana said, jumping up from Brittany's lap, her chest heaving. Brittany blinked and looked up at her in confusion.
"What's happening?" she asked, her voice husky.
"I want to fuck you so bad" Santana all but growled. Brittany felt a jolt in her stomach at the words.
"Great, so come back-"
Santana shook her head.
"I want to fuck you so bad. I want you to cum over and over again until we're both sweaty and out of breath and need a shower." Santana said, her eyes raking over Brittany's body as if determining how best to rid her of her clothes. Brittany visibly shuddered.
"Ok…s-so why did you get up?" Brittany asked.
"Because our sons' toys are all over the room, and all it's doing is reminding me that our sons are always in here."
"They aren't here now" Brittany whined, reaching for Santana's hand. Santana pulled away and took a step back.
"They will be though. And Jesus is going to be touching those cushions as he tries to throw them around the room, and Kyler is going to be lying on the floor as he watches his show, and they're both going to be holding the table as they pull themselves up, and they're probably going to lick it. Lord knows I've seen Ky lick this couch dozens of times. I've seen Jesus bite the cushions you're currently leaning on, because the fabric feels good against his gums."
Brittany took a while to process what Santana was saying, but as soon as she did, she stood up and dragged Santana out of the room, nearly making her fall as she climbed the stairs.
"Why didn't you just say 'bedroom?'" she said, taking the stairs to their room two at a time. Santana just shook her head.
"Silly me" she mumbled, letting Brittany pull her into their room and close the door.