CHAPTER 2
A/N: Thank you to Berrylucky5, Michelle and Mostories for their reviews! For once, this chapter will be told from Brittany's point of view. I believe that it works better that way for this specific chapter and I thought that it would be an interesting change. So here we go… Brittany's point of view.
MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT – AT HOME
I wake up to the feeling of Santana's lips on my neck. I'm so exhausted… my eyes feel heavy, actually my whole body feels heavy. I slowly open my eyes, noticing that it's still fully dark outside.
"What time is it?" I mumble with a sleepy voice.
"4:10 AM" she whispers, capturing my lips in a longer kiss as I feel her hands cupping my boobs.
I know what this means: she wants sex. Again.
I love her but she woke me up every night this week! I can't keep up anymore… They are really not kidding when they say that pregnant women have an increased libido… I don't even have time to react that she's already pulling off my shorts. God, she's really going for it…
I place my hands on hers to stop her. "Baby… I'm really tired... It was a tough week with the recital, I'm sorry but I'm too exhausted to have sex right now…"
She stops kissing my neck and locks eyes with mine. "What about a quickie?" she asks with hopeful eyes.
Right, as if Santana Lopez-Pierce would stop after a quickie.
"Sorry, San, I can't…" I say in my sweetest voice. "I… I need to sleep, honey…"
I can tell by the look on her face that she's upset. She pulls away from me to go back to her side of the bed, turning her back on me.
"Please don't be mad…" I plead.
"I'm not mad" she replies. "I understand, Britt. Who would want to have sex with a whale like me?"
"Baby… you know that it has nothing to do with it" I reply, sitting up and turning towards her so that I can glance at her face. I can see that she's crying and I instantly feel bad for making her sad.
"Don't cry…" I whisper, caressing her hair.
"I'm not crying" she replies with a shaky voice.
"San…"
"My wife doesn't want me anymore!" She suddenly loudly complains, sobbing.
"That's not true. San, you're beautiful, you're sexy… Of course I want you! I'm just tired honey, that's all… How about I wake you up tomorrow for some morning sex, what do you say?"
She doesn't answer and keeps on crying. I feel helpless, I just don't know how to handle her these days… So I just get closer to her and spoon her. "I love you so much" I whisper in her ear. "And I promise that I'll make it up to you tomorrow."
I hug her tight until I feel her relaxing and calming down.
ON THE NEXT EVENING – AT HOME
After having dinner with James, I get back home and find Santana in the middle of a screaming match with Rachel.
"I was not this bad, Santana! Your script really makes me look like a self-centered spoiled brat! You've got to tone it down"!
"This IS toned down, Berry! This is a sugar-coated version of you! Have you actually forgotten what a fucking diva you were back then? We all hated you!"
I sigh, I didn't expect to come home to this… They haven't noticed me yet. I will never understand Santana and Rachel's strange friendship. Those two always fight, about everything… And yet, when one is in trouble, the other is the first one to show up and help out. Somehow they have each other's back. So even if I really don't like when they fight, I usually don't meddle because despite their messed up communication, they always work it out and are eventually OK.
But right now I'm really concerned about Santana. She's standing up, raising her arms and yelling at Rachel, louder than ever. I know that her hormones are fucked up as she says but she's way too agitated for my liking. She gets angry so quickly and so often these days, she's basically Snix 24/7! And I know that it will only get worse with Rachel around. This is not good for her or the baby…
"I didn't get all the solos!" Rachel screams as they continue their fight, apparently going back to stuff from million years ago.
"Oh PLEASE! We were only allowed to sing at the back while Miss Berry was shining on stage and you know it. Admit it, hobbit!"
"Hi…" I say with a calm voice, with the hope to end their fight. They both suddenly fall silent and look at me before looking down at their feet. I guess they didn't expect an audience.
I walk up to Rachel and give her a hug: "Hi Rachel, it's really good to see you." I say with a smile. I haven't seen her since the Glee reunion.
"Hi Britt, good to see you too. I've missed you!" she replies in a calmer voice, hugging me back before giving me a timid and embarrassed smile.
Santana hasn't moved or even said a word. As we exchange a brief look, I can tell that she's just as embarrassed as Rachel. She probably didn't want me to witness their fight because she knows that I hate violence. I move closer to her, cup her cheek and press my lips on hers for a tender kiss. "Hey baby" I say, grazing her cheek with my thumb. She just whispers a very timid "Hi" back. I gently place my hand on her belly: "Hey little one, mommy's home!" This always makes Santana smile and this time is fortunately no different.
I really don't want them to resume their fight so I just ask: "Rachel since you're here, would you mind coming with me to the garage? I could use your help as Santana can't lift heavy things now that she's pregnant?"
"Sure" she replies and follows me.
Once we are in the garage, I nod towards the car to invite her to sit in it, next to me.
"Why are we in the car? Didn't you need my help to lift some things?" she asks, confused.
"No… I just needed to talk to you and I don't want Santana to hear us" I reply. "Besides she really needs a minute to herself, to cool off…"
I inhale deeply before adding: "Based on what I overheard, you're upset with her script, right?"
She nods and adds: "She just went too far with my character. I just tried to express my concerns and make a few suggestions, I didn't expect her to get angry. Although… she easily gets angry at me… but I didn't expect her to be this angry, you know?"
"Well… in all fairness, she was already upset before you got here, Rachel. She was mad at me last night and me going for dinner tonight didn't make anything better… Anyway, I understand if you want to discuss it with her but you can't talk to her about the script unless I'm there. She's obsessed with this script, it's really important to her and you, well… you push her buttons! I'm not saying it's your fault or anyone's fault for that matter but…"
"But you don't have to worry, Brittany…" she cuts me off. "You know how it goes between Santana and me. She gets angry at me, we fight, we say awful things to each other and then we make peace later."
"I know but… this is not the Santana you're used to. This is pregnant and very hormonal Santana… One minute she's angry, the next she's horny, then she cries. And sometimes all those things actually happen within the same minute! The other day she got angry at me because I ate the last cookie. Then I showed her that there was another box of cookies just for her and she cried because she felt guilty for getting mad at me in the first place! So… I gave her a kiss to reassure her that everything was fine and apparently that's enough to turn her on, she was practically jumping me" I sigh. "All her emotions are amplified these days, and she's very agitated. I'm just… worried. And she's working too much on this script actually, she writes until late every night when she should be resting. I need her to relax and take it easy. So… I have to be involved when you guys discuss this, because maybe she'll calm down if I'm there. Although I'm not even sure that she will because I cannot calm her down like I used to…" I add with a sad tone.
"Ok… I understand, Britt… And that's fine with me" she says.
"Thanks, Rachel. Now tell me everything, what is the issue with the script?"
A WHILE LATER
I come back alone to the living room, Santana is sitting on the couch, scribbling notes.
"Where is Berry?" she asks.
"I sent her back to Mike and Tina's. I asked her to talk to you tomorrow evening instead."
"What? But Britt, I need her to prepare for the meeting, I told you that!" she raises her voice, irritated.
"Really? Is that how you were preparing for the meeting? By yelling at her? Yes, very efficient." I reply, sarcastically.
She crosses her arms, looking mad but doesn't comment.
"San, nothing good was going to come out of your discussion tonight. And I know that this is not just about Rachel, ok? I know that you're upset with me too. So, before we talk about the script, we're going to clear out a few things" I say. "I love you more than anything but you can't keep waking me up every single night for sex or I will just not make it… That doesn't mean that I don't want you. And I did hold my promise on morning sex, didn't I…?"
She still doesn't reply. So I keep talking: "I'm really doing my best here, to keep you happy. That's why I brought Mike to the dinner with James".
That catches her attention. "You… you what?" she asks in a calmer voice, obviously surprised.
"I know you have a strong opinion about him and that you would feel better if I was not alone with him… So I asked Mike to come along and we had dinner the three of us. And you'll be pleased to know that James has to leave earlier than planned: he goes back to New York in two days and I have already said goodbye to him."
"Well… fine." She just says but I can see that she's more relaxed now.
Her phone beeps at that moment and I see her rolling her eyes. She doesn't say anything but she hands me her phone while shaking her head.
FROM "ABUELA": Do you like "Almudena"? Because I do!
Before I can comment, she asks: "We agree that there is no way in hell that our daughter will be called Almudena, right?"
"Right." I simply reply, and she immediately texts her Abuela back.
"Now… about Rachel and the script…" I say. "I know that it's your project San, and that you really have invested yourself in it. But it's not just your story, it's about all of us. And remember what you said at the Glee reunion when you announced your project? You promised our friends that you would listen to their concerns if they ever had any, and that you would find a compromise with them. Well, Rachel has concerns so it's time for you to compromise."
"Don't tell me you side with Berry on this!" she interjects.
"I'm not taking sides, I just listened to her opinion. And now you are going to tell me why you wrote her character this way."
"Why I wrote her this way? Britt, we are talking about Rachel Berry, the girl who put a gold star after her name! I didn't write her any different than she was."
"Come on, she showed me the problematic parts and we both know that you exaggerated, San."
"But that's for the comic effect, Brittany! It's good for the story to have this overachieving self-centered character, it makes it more interesting! And I really don't know why she complains, my own character is not exactly coming off as a nice person! I'm the hard cold bitch of the story!"
I don't reply because I know that she actually loves to come off as the hard cold bitch, so that's not really comparable.
"I see your point about the comic effect" I say. "But maybe you should also develop her qualities, I mean she was not just competitive, she was a good friend too and she had her vulnerabilities. Let's have a look at the script together, I'm sure that there are sentences we can slightly modify to make the whole thing more acceptable for Rachel. Besides, San, you need to have Rachel on your side. She's the one who knows Lee, and he likes her so maybe he would not appreciate it if you are too hard on her. And you said it yourself: even if a producer and a network take on your project, it's likely that they modify your script at times. So you better get used to this process anyway!"
"Fine…" she says, grabbing a pencil and the script. She knows I'm right.
About an hour later, we finally have a modified version of the script, which Santana immediately emails to Rachel.
LATER
As we're both reading a book in bed, my phone beeps.
FROM "RACHEL": Britt, I wanted to thank you. I just replied to Santana to tell her that I am fine with the modified version of the script, but I know that YOU made this happen. You're a very good friend! Good luck with your hormonal wife! I'll see you tomorrow.
I sigh, relieved. I just hope that Santana is going to relax now.
A FEW DAYS LATER - HOME
Mike and I have spent the whole afternoon painting the baby room and we finally finished. I'm really proud with the result.
"The room looks great, Brittany!" Mike tells me with a smile.
"Right? Light purple was definitely the right choice, I knew it!" I reply.
As I hear the front door open, I run into the living room, despite having paint all over my overalls.
"So how did it go? What did Lee Paulblatt say about your proposal?" I ask, excited.
Rachel and Santana look at each other, both smiling before looking at me.
"He loves it!" Santana says.
A/N: Thoughts? I kind of have fun writing Santana's hormonal moments so I went for it in this chapter. I thought that it might be funny but if you didn't like it, feel free to say so. Poor Brittany lol! Did you enjoy reading the chapter from Britt's point of view for once? Thanks in advance for the reviews!
