Curse you GLEE. You've made me love writing for your pairings. He said sarcastically. Hey guys welcome to one of my favorite GLEE fanfics. Now, this story focusses on a pairing I like but some people don't. It's * drum roll *...Bram!
One more thing, this deviates slightly from my main timeline.
Anyway, that's all I'll disclose for now. Please enjoy!
It had been six years since Santa Lopez and Brittany S. Pierce had wed. Sure, they had had obstacles to overcome such as Sam, Figgins' double standard, homophobia, long distance etc, but through it all they had stuck together.
One year ago, the pair had discovered that there was something missing from their lives; a little Brittana of their own. There was of course one big problem in their way…they needed someone's sperm. They weren't going to go to a sperm bank, Britt said that if she was going to have a kid then the father had to be someone they knew. Puck was out of the question, he would've said something along the lines of '' no one's taking my Puck plasma '' or something like that.
Santana didn't want a Rory, baby, she didn't want it to have a thing for potatoes and alcohol.
Finn would've said yes, but he and Rachel were already trying for a kid and weren't having much success.
Eventually they settled on someone who they couldn't believe they hadn't asked before… Sam Evans.
When Brittany and Santana had first asked their big-mouthed friend, they were surprised when he said yes. Santana was sure that his and Britt's senior relationship would've made it super awkward for his ex-girlfriend to ask him to donate sperm for a child that he wasn't even going to get to raise.
Sam didn't mind though. He was fine helping out his friends. Sure the kid wouldn't know that he was its father, but he could definitely see himself as cool Uncle Sam who showed the kid how to play guitar and sing.
So, Sam donated sperm to the Lopez-Pierces. 9 months later, Brittany gave birth to a healthy baby girl whom Britt and Santana named Allison, Ally for short.
The child looked just like Brittany, but she had inherited her father's lips and eyes. She also had somehow inherited a brunette head of hair.
Even though she was only 1, she still had the exact same personality as her mother. She was bubbly, goofy, innocent and loved cats.
Currently Britt and Santana were on the couch in their living room watching Project Runway. Well, Santana was watching Brittany was sitting next to her wife silently.
'' No no, no. Gah! You, never mix leather and khaki. Gah! Its like they tailored this episode to piss me off!'' Santana growled.
The pretty blonde looked at the picture of her and her wife on the wall above the tv, ignoring her spouse's outburst.
Something felt weird inside her stomach when she saw the photo. She didn't feel happiness anymore. She didn't feel dread or sadness either, she just felt nothing at all. All she saw were two young LGBTQ+ women getting married.
Did she love Santana? Sure she did. Santana and herself were instrumental in showing the sexists at McKinley that homosexuality or in Britt's case bisexuality was perfectly fine.
However, now that she thought about it, were she and Santana happy? When the made out in wasn't out of passion but out of routine.
They were actually never that affectionate, even around their daughter. Sure they were affectionate to Ally. They wanted her to grow up with mommies who loved her more than anything in the world.
'' Britt did you hear me?''
'' Huh? What?''
'' I asked if you would mind staying here tomorrow. I know you don't go in on Fridays and I need to pitch some new ideas to the directors at my firm.''
'' You just love saying that don't you?'' Brittany smirked.
'' Eh, little bit. But can you?''
'' I guess so. Someone needs to make sure our kid stays out of trouble'' Brittany shrugged.
'' Great, see ya. Its my turn to put Ally to sleep. Love ya.'' Santana skipped down the hall.
'' Yeah, love you too'' Britt smiled sadly.
-x-
'' So sweetie how're you doing? You seemed kind of lost at the shower last week.''
'' Huh, oh I'm fine Blaine Warbler.''
The Hummel-Andersons were very close with Brittany and Santana. In fact they were only a block away from each other, which meant they saw a lot of each other. In fact, because Ally was only barely walking and Britt found her daughter to not be very entertaining, she had invited Blaine over to keep her company.
'' Nice try Britt. What's going on?''
'' I can't tell you.''
'' Why not?''
'' Because of her'' Brittany cocked her head in the direction of her daughter who was currently playing with some building blocks.
'' C'mon tell me. Don't make me beg.''
'' No. If I tell you, you'll tell Kurt, he'll tell Rachel, she'll tell Finn, he'll Puck who'll tell Quin who'll tell Santana and then I'll be in trouble.''
'' Aha! So, its got something to do with Santana. Tell you what, I'll guess.''
'' Give it a shot. Just remember who works for a government agency, I can keep a secret'' Britt winked whilst smirking.
Ok, its got something to do with Santana. Is Britt pregnant again? No, she'd be showing by now. Let's see, this whole afternoon she never spoke about Santana once-wait! Britt doesn't love Santana anymore.
Blaine snapped his fingers. '' I got it. You don't love Santana anymore.''
Brittany looked amazed. The kind of look she made when someone spoke about the different kinds of breakfasts there were available.
'' H-how did you-
'' Elementary, my dear Pierce. This whole afternoon you never once spoke about Santana. Normally you never shut up about her. You haven't smiled once either, you only do that when you're upset or something's bugging you.''
'' No idea who Elementary is but you're right-hold on'' Brittany got up from where she was sitting and picked up her daughter. '' Be right back, I have to put her to bed.''
'' Ooh I'll come with. Since Caroline's with my parents today and Kurt off in Genoa for the designer convention, I'm bored to tears.''
'' Ok.''
Blaine followed Brittany as she carried the child to her crib.
'' You know, she looks just like you'' Blaine smiled.
'' I get that a lot. My mom and dad say that a lot.''
'' She also looks like Sam. Kinda like a 60:40 ratio between you two, looks wise.''
Britt went silent as she tucked Ally in and shut the drapes.
'' Oh my Gd, you like Sam'' Blaine breathed.
'' You're right. But I can't. I'm married to Santana, remember?''
'' Britt. What would you rather do? Be with someone who you actually love or someone who just stuck around with because you used to love them. What kind of example is that for Ally?''
'' I get that and I want to tell Santana how I feel but-I'm scared.''
'' Then I'll call my parents, let Caroline spend the night there and I'll stay here with you and when Santana gets home, we tell her 'kay?''
Brittany nodded happily.
-x-
'' Hey Britt, I'm home. Ugh, those Ralph Lauren directors wouldn't know decent design if it slapped them in the face'' Santana groaned as she entered the house. She was surprised to find Blaine there, sitting next to Brittany.
'' Blaine? What're you doing here?''
'' Tell her'' Blaine looked at Britt, completely ignoring Santana.
'' Tell me what?'' Santana raised an eyebrow, her arms folded Gordon Ramsay-style.
Britt inhaled. '' I want a divorce.''
'' What?!'' Santana yelled.
'' I don't love you anymore. Sure, I did for a while but that spark is gone now. I don't feel pleasure when I look at our wedding photo anymore. Also the scissoring and sweet lady kisses just don't do it for me anymore.''
'' Wow, ok. Fuck you then. Do you know how many guys come at me every day and how many I always turn down for you? Listen, I may be a lesbian but I still love you, shouldn't that be enough for you?'' Santana asked, in a less violent tone.
'' No. It should be but it isn't I don't love you like that anymore Santana. You're just more of a good friend now. Its like having a shirt you like for a while and then one day realize that it's just not for you anymore .Sorry.''
Santana's eyes went red. She had the biggest '' you're dead to me'' look, one would have ever seen. '' Get out. One hour, get your clothes, some stuff for Ally, then leave'' this was said with no rage at all, however Santana's heartbreak was obvious. '' And don't use clothing metaphors on me.''
'' C'mon, I'll help you'' Blaine patted Brittany on the back as he helped her retrieve her child and her belongings.
And now we build suspense. Thanks for reading everyone. Hope you all enjoyed this story, please follow, revie and favorite as it really means a lot to me. Other that that just remember to stay safe and stay awesome, oh wait, this is a GLEE story. Stay amazing!
