A/N: So happy to see so many people still following this story! :)

And YAY for canon Brittana! Fucking finally. Lol, looks like ADL and ABL may just become canon :p Maybe…

Briefly, thanks for the support regarding the whole psychological thing. It seems like a few readers gets what I'm saying and have experienced a similar thing. So thank you.

Enjoy!

-H

Trigger warning: Depression

Disclaimer: I do not own Glee :(

CHAPTER 4

Bella was fixated on the TV. She loved Phineas and Ferb. Santana could hear sporadic giggles, but her mind was elsewhere. Vaguely, she could hear Britt singing while she showered, and normally, that would be all her mind was on. But they weren't pretending anymore. It was back to reality. Her birthday was over and they were leaving for Lima in an hour.

Santana's eyes were fixed on a large picture on the wall perpendicular to the couch that she was sitting on. She stared at one picture and moved to the next, just letting her mind be assaulted with the memories. And what amazing memories they were.

Senior Prom, Cheerios Nationals four years in a row, Glee Nationals champions. She smiled gently at a picture of her and Mercedes singing River Deep, Mountain High. Her smile faltered a little when she remembered turning down Brittany's idea of them singing Melissa Etheridge.

She stared dreamily at a picture of Britt winning Senior Class President. She saw how happy they both looked. That week had been hell for her, but seeing Britt so happy, and being able to hold her hand in public without freaking out about everyone finding out about her sexuality was one of her most memorable high school moments.

"Mama?"

"Hmmm?" Santana hummed, looking down at Bella.

"What you doing?" her daughter asked curiously.

"Just remembering," she replied with a smile.

Bella climbed into Santana's lap and the older Latina happily held her as she stared at the pictures herself.

"What's that one?" Bella asked, pointing.

"That was our very first Sectionals competition win."

"You look super young."

Santana chuckled. "We were. We were only just sixteen."

"Tell me the story, Mama?" Bella asked with shining eyes.

"Sure, baby girl."

Bella immediately got comfortable and her eagerness warmed Santana's heart. Granted, her daughter didn't have to do much to achieve that.

"Okay, so we were in the auditorium at the school that was hosting the competition and waiting for the other schools to perform. And then," she said dramatically, "they started singing the songs that we were going to sing."

"No," Bella gasped in disbelief.

"Yeah. Understandably, everyone started freaking out, especially Rachel."

Bella giggled. "I can imagine that."

Santana kissed her forehead. "Not much has changed on that front. Anyway, things were falling apart for us and the Finn walked in. We all thought he'd quit because he and Quinn had broken up and the whole baby daddy drama had…" Santana's eyes widened.

Whoops.

"What's a baby daddy?" Bella asked curiously.

"Um…"

Shit! What the fuck do I say? The whole daddy thing hasn't ever really come up. Bella just accepted that I was her mom, her parent. And when Britt reappeared, it was an effortless incorporation.

"Mama?"

"Uh…um…well, it's a bit of a long story. Quinn fell pregnant in high school and, uh…"

"But Max is too young," Bella interjected, an adorably confused look on her face.

"Yeah…um, she didn't have Max then."

"Quinn has another baby?"

"Yes, technically, but she's with another family."

Bella frowned. "Why?"

"Because Quinn was too young to be a mom. Well, that's what she thought. There was another woman who was ready for a beautiful baby girl so Quinn gave her up."

Bella's eyes were wide and her bottom lip trembled.

"Bella, baby girl, I never, not for one second, ever thought about giving you up," Santana said quietly, running her finger across her daughter's forehead.

"You didn't?" Bella whispered.

"Never," Santana said firmly. "From the moment I found out that you were inside me, I knew you were going to be the most important thing in my life."

"But Mommy's important too, right?"

"Of course. Both of you are the most important to me. You're everything, Bella. My number one."

Her daughter just snuggled into her, resting her ear against Santana's heart.

"So what happened when Finn got there?" Bella asked quietly.

"I'm not quite sure how he knew that we were totally scr-um…how our songs had been stolen, but he arrived there with a new song for us to learn. Mommy and I, along with two guys came up with the choreography, although Mommy did pretty much all of it."

"Cos she's an awesome dancer."

"Oh, yes. That she is, baby girl." Santana smiled. "Anyway, so Rachel started us off and sang so, so well. It was one of my favourite performances by her. And I know you know there have been a lot."

Bella giggled. "She must have been good."

"She was." Santana nodded. "Anyway, we were completely the underdogs and no one expected us to win. Even we didn't think that we'd win because it was all so choppy. But we did. And that's the picture that we took in the choir room when we came back with our trophy."

"That's so cool," Bella murmured, sitting up a little so that she could look at the picture again.

"It was very cool. That first Sectionals trophy felt more real than any of the Cheerios trophies we won over the years."

"Did you hate Cheerios?"

"Um…no, I didn't hate it. I mean, I hated the stuff that we were made to do. I hated the pressure that we were under to be perfect all the time. But if I hadn't been on the Cheerios, I never would have joined Glee so, for me, that made all the bad stuff worth it."

"Good answer," a voice came from the kitchen.

Both Santana and Bella turned to their left and saw Brittany leaning against the kitchen counter and smiling at them.

"Well, it's true," Santana offered with a small smile.

"Mama, can we see the choir room when we go back to Lima?" Bella asked excitedly, gripping Santana's shoulders.

"I'm not sure, baby girl. It's summer vacation. The school might be locked up. But I'm sure Mommy won't mind if we at least check to see if it's open. Britt?"

"Yeah, we can definitely add it to the list."

Santana and Bella frowned. "What list?" they both asked.

Brittany smiled widely and held a hand to her chest. Santana couldn't help but smile as well. She loved Brittany's big smile. It shone brighter than the sun.

"You two are just perfection," she sighed.

Santana's heart started thudding away merrily.

"Well, duh," Bella said with a cheeky grin. "We're Lopez's."

Brittany giggled. "Are you ready?" she asked Santana.

Santana stood up and Bella slid off her lap easily. Their daughter ran to her room, leaving them alone.

"San, you are allowed within five feet of me," Brittany said with a chuckle.

Santana smiled bashfully and walked into the kitchen nervously. "I-I know. I'm just…I'm nervous. About everything. About what's going to happen."

Brittany grabbed her waist and pulled her, pressing their fronts together.

"We'll get there," she said in a soft voice. It sounded like honey to Santana. "It's going to be a journey and we'll probably hit a few potholes along the way, but at the end of the road will be our fairytale, San, and we're going to live happily ever after."

Santana nodded furiously. "I want that so badly."

Brittany smiled and leaned in to kiss her nose. "We'll get it, baby. We'll get it."

Jesus, this is weird, Santana thought in a slight panic. I don't know if I can do this.

Of course you can, honey, her inner Brittany cooed. Just focus on what you want.

"Little B, you okay with your bag?"

"Yes, Mommy."

Oh, right. Santana smiled. She had the most incredible family to be there for. They needed her and she needed them. She was going to deal with her issues because they needed her. She also needed to deal with them herself, for her own sanity.

"Babe, you okay?"

Santana felt familiar fingers slip between her own like they belonged there. Which, duh, they did. She took a deep breath and met loving blue eyes.

"Not yet, B. But I will be."

"Awesome," Brittany replied with a big smile. She leaned in to kiss Santana's cheek, lingering a little – enough to cause the Latina to blush.

Brittany giggled and pulled her towards the exit of the Lima airport. They hailed a cab and Brittany gave the driver the address of her parents' house. Bella sat in between them, chatting with Brittany animatedly. Santana just stared out of the window at all the familiar sights.

That's where Britt and I used to feed those ducks she loves so goddamn much.

That's where Britt almost got knocked over because she was following a butterfly. I pulled her back just in time.

As a thirteen-year-old, that had been the scariest thing she'd ever encountered. She'd clung to Brittany that night, the terror of losing her best friend, her everything, so close to becoming a reality.

How things had changed. She was still petrified of losing Brittany – God, that would never change. But she was older. There were so many scary things out there. Unemployment, economic crisis, natural disasters, death.

Yeah, death sucked ass.

And that's where Papi taught me to ride a bike.

A tear rolled down her cheek and she tried to swallow the lump in her throat. Fuck, it was going to be so hard being back there where everywhere she turned, she was confronted with a memory. Sometimes it was a good one, but most of the times it was a bad one.

Had she really been such a horrible person that the majority of her life in Lima had been one long, bad memory.

No. She shook her head to herself. She'd found Brittany. Or Brittany had found her. Whichever. Nothing with her could ever be a bad memory. Brittany and Lima was a good combination. Santana was sure that, regardless of how many times she'd fucked up when she was younger, that combination had meant everything. She wouldn't have had one without the other. And one of those meant the world to her.

She felt warm fingers caressing the back of her neck. Sighing, she leaned back, nuzzling her cheek into Brittany's open palm. Smiling blue eyes met hers and she felt familiar butterflies. Anything with Brittany felt good. She was so lucky. She'd prove to Britt that they were okay, that they were going to be okay. She was going to get better, get rid of whatever was haunting her, whatever was pulling her back into the darkness. She was going to deal with it once and for all because there was no fucking way she was missing anymore of her life with Brittany and their growing family.

Smiling back, Santana pressed her lips gently against Brittany's palm. She saw a flush creeping up her neck and, feeling confident, she sent Britt a wink. Immediately, her wife's smile became bashful and Santana knew that they were starting things off right. She wasn't going to let Brittany, her wife, feel any kind of neglect ever again.

I love you, Santana mouthed.

I love you, Brittany replied, her shy smile still in place.

Forever, Santana added with determination.

Her wife could only nod and fuck, if it wasn't just the most adorable thing in the world to see confident Brittany Pierce – no, Brittany Lopez – all shy.

Santana grinned back and kissed her palm again, letting her lips linger on the soft, warm skin.

"Is that your school?"

Bella's voice broke their intense staring match and Santana cleared her throat, giving Brittany's palm one last kiss before turning to look out the window. She smiled when she felt Brittany hand return to the base of her neck, her nails slightly scratching the skin. God, it felt fucking phenomenal.

"Yup, that's McKinley, baby girl," Santana told Bella. "See the football poles?"

"Hmmm."

"That's where we had our Cheerios practice."

"Cool," Bella breathed, a grin crossing her face. "Mommy, can we put that on the list?"

"You betcha, Little B."

Brittany still hadn't told her what the mysterious list was, but Santana trusted her. Brittany knew her better than anyone. She was pretty sure that her wife was the most knowledgeable on the slightly messed up version of her too. She giggled silently as she remembered her wife mentioning that she was an expert in Santanology. She claimed that she'd memorised Encyclopaedia Santanica.

"What's funny?" Brittany murmured, her fingers eliciting a hum of approval from Santana.

"Just thinking about that wonderful mind of yours," she replied, sending her a knowing smile.

Brittany opened her mouth, but whatever she was going to say was cut off by the cab driver announced their destination.

Oh, boy.

Brittany had already opened the door, following quickly by a bounding Bella. Santana swallowed her nerves and took a deep breath before opening her own door and stepping out of the cab. The driver was helping Brittany get their bags out of the trunk. Brittany sent her an encouraging smile and she nodded, but the way her heart was hammering inside her chest belay her nerves.

God, she was so fucking nervous.

Bella was doing cartwheels on the front lawn. Santana blinked, a very vivid memory of a nine-year-old Brittany doing the exact same thing.

This is why this is right. This is why you needed to come back. You need to remember how it began so that you can continue on that path.

Santana nodded to herself and took hold of hers and Brittany's bag, pulling it onto the footpath that led up to the front door. So many memories and feelings rushed through Santana as she stood in front of the Pierce residence. How many times had she stood in that exact spot, staring up at Brittany's window, wishing that she could be inside with her, snuggling. Nights without Brittany were nights of very little sleep.

Not much has changed on that front, she thought ruefully, but with a genuine smile.

"Careful, Little B. Don't get too dizzy," Brittany warned. She finished paying the driver and stood next to Santana. "How are you feeling?"

Santana let out the breath she'd been holding for who knew how long. "Fucking terrified," she whispered.

Standing there, confronted with the memories of what was and how easy everything had been in comparison, she couldn't help but let a dark thought enter her mind.

What if I'm too broken? What if she can't fix me?

"Don't let him talk you in or out of anything, San," Brittany said firmly, walking around so that she was standing in front of her. "This is not a prison. I'm not sentencing you. I'm helping you. And you're going to help yourself too."

"I know," Santana breathed, nodding. "I know you are, B."

"Good."

Brittany took her free hand and laced their fingers. Santana's eyes returned to the big house that she'd half grown up in. Not much had changed to the exterior. It looked like it had gotten a new coat of paint since she'd last been there what, almost nine years ago?

Shit. Nine years. That was a fucking long time.

"Aren't you excited, Mama?" Bella shouted, running up the path past them.

"Um, yeah," she murmured in response.

Brittany turned her head as the continued up the path and winked at her. Santana was once again reminded of what she was fighting for, of what she had to live for.

And she wasn't going down without one hell of a fight.

Bella was jumping up and down as Brittany approached the front door, keys in hand.

"How did you…?"

"Hailey. She was passing through the city and happened to have her keys with her."

"Okay."

"Hey." Brittany paused and turned to face Santana completely. "You need to tell me what you're feeling, okay?"

Santana swallowed and nodded. "Um, I'm nervous, Britt. And I'm scared. I'm really fucking scared."

"Mama," Bella berated.

"We'll give her one belated birthday allowance," Brittany cut in before Santana could apologise.

"Okay," Bella agreed easily.

"San." Their eyes met once more. "It's okay for you to be those things. I'm going to be right next to you while you try and work through things, okay? You also need to tell me if you don't think something will work."

Santana shook her head. "I trust you. I know that whatever you've come up will work. I just…"

"You just what?"

"I'm… What if I'm too broken?"

"Oh, honey." Her wife pulled her into a fierce hug. Santana felt deliciously smothered. It was the best kind of Brittany hug. "If you were too broken to fix, we would never even have got here. You would still be in bed with the lights off and letting the world pass you by. But you didn't. You woke up, San. That gave me all the encouragement I needed to know that you were coming back. It'll take time to get back past everything, but you took the first step and that was the most difficult one to take."

"Okay," Santana whispered into her neck. "Okay."

"Come on. Our daughter is itching to see the place where we grew up."

"One of the places," Santana corrected quietly as they pulled away.

Brittany kissed her cheek and smiled. "You're right, baby. You're absolutely right."

Bella was in her element. She was running around the Pierce house like it was the candy cottage from Hansel and Gretel. Every few moments, Santana would hear a squeal from a different part of the house.

She didn't worry. Bella was just like Brittany in that respect. She had energy to burn so Santana was happy to let her explore within the safe confines of the house. Outside was a different story, but Bella was savvy. She knew the rules.

She was in Brittany's old room unpacking their things into Britt's dresser. Nostalgia overwhelmed her as soon as she'd stepped in. After about five minutes of just letting the memories wash over her, she got to work. Bella and Brittany's laughter echoed around the house and she smiled. It felt right, the domesticity of it all.

She closed their suitcase and stood it next to the dresser. She let her eyes run over the room, settling on the bed. Oh, that bed. How many memories they had made in that bed. Santana remembered as though it was yesterday the first time they had made love at the tender age of fourteen and again, when they were fully and completely committed to each other. Santana counted those two nights in their top three – and to be frank, there were a lot to choose from. But there was little that beat the sensuality, intensity and emotion that those two nights held.

Granted, the aftermath of that first time hadn't been one of Santana's shining moments. In fact, she really regretted how she'd treated Britt when they were laying breathing heavily after what had been one of the most amazing experiences of her life.

Fear. It was always rearing its ugly head at the worst possible times. And she always reacted to it badly. More often than not, Brittany had been on the receiving end of a harsh snap or blatant avoidance.

And now it's starting all over again.

Santana sighed and sat down on the edge of the bed. She grabbed the stuffed duck that still sat in the middle of Britt's bed, tears pooling in her eyes. She'd got the duck for her beautiful then girlfriend when they'd gone to Six Flags for Senior Ditch Day. The bright smile on her beautiful blonde's face had been worth any second guesses about proudly showing themselves off as a hot couple.

"Sir Quacksalot has seen a lot of things in this room that probably requires some serious therapy."

Santana smirked, squeezing the stuffed toy's wings. "You wanna send him to a quack, Britt?"

The heavenly laugh that she received made her toes tingle. God, she loved Brittany so fucking much.

"I've missed that sense of humour," Brittany commented, sitting next to Santana on the bed and petting Sir Quacksalot's head.

"Is it weird that I feel like my personality has gone on a vacation and the plane crash landed in the middle of this dark patch of nowhere and I'm just swimming forever, trying to find land, somewhere that I recognise."

Brittany just stared at her.

"What?" Santana asked meekly.

"San…that was…I mean…that makes so much sense! I mean, it feels like that's exactly what happened!"

The Latina lifted a shoulder.

"Okay so this whole thing has become our own version of Lost, only you're a gazillion times hotter than Evangeline Lilly and Michelle Rodriguez put together."

"Are you my Doctor Jack?" Santana asked with a small smile.

"I'm like John Locke. I'm the one who has the key to understanding. You just need to unlock it."

Santana nodded. "Okay. Okay, I can do that, Britt. Your games have always been genius. I mean, wait. This isn't a game, obviously. This is real life and what we're doing is real. It's not like, pretend or anything." She took a deep breath to stop her babbling. "Sorry. Thank you," she finished slowly.

Brittany grinned and kissed Santana hard.

"Hummummm," she mumbled when the blonde broke away.

"Hummummm indeed," Brittany teased. "Between you and I, we're gonna figure this out, baby. Before you know it, we'll be back in New York making all sorts of fun plans for our little one."

Santana couldn't stop the fluttery feeling she got in her chest when she thought of the extremely little person growing inside Brittany. God, they were having a baby. That was just so fucking incredible.

So incredible.

"Sorry," Santana blurted, before leaning in and capturing Brittany's lips in a passionate kiss. Her wife responded eagerly, pulling Santana onto her lap so that she was straddling her. After a few minutes of trading sweet, very sweet – and sometimes very hot – lady kisses, Santana found the courage to pull away.

"You're really sorry for that?" Brittany murmured, a little breathless.

"Not in a million years," Santana replied immediately. "But I know we're taking things slow. I just…in case this takes a while, I wanted to have something to tide me over."

Brittany chuckled quietly. "Baby, you will always get your sweet lady kisses from me, no matter what. Just the special sweet lady kisses will have to be put on hold for now."

Santana nodded. "I know. We need to get back to where we were."

"San, sweetheart, it's not about being the person you were because I'm not doing this so that we can ignore it happened. I'm doing this to remind you of who you really are, of the woman that I know is still in there. I need you to remember who you were so that you can become who you're meant to be now. We need to move past these obstacles, not ignore them. Does that make sense?"

Santana nodded once again and pressed her lips against Brittany's forehead. A thought entered her head and she pulled away a little to look down into her wife's gorgeous ocean blues.

"Am I sleeping in a different room?"

Brittany snorted. "Fuck no. You think I'm missing out on cuddle time with my wife?"

"Okay, good." Santana breathed a sigh of relief.

"This feels so nice," Brittany murmured, her arms wrapped around her wife's waist, securing their bodies together. "I've missed just being with you like this."

Santana refused to give into the wave of guilt that washed over her. She buried her face in her favourite place – the crook of Brittany's neck and inhaled deeply. The unmistakable scent of pure Brittany made her hum in contentment.

"Things will be better," she promised.

"I know, baby. We're gonna get through this. The same way we get through everything else. Together."

Santana smiled from where she stood in the kitchen. Brittany was teaching Bella how to swim and she loved how completely okay she was with it. Not that it had taken much brain power. There had never been anyone else that Santana would have accepted as Bella's other parent. It could only ever have been Britt. Even back when she'd been certain that they'd never see each other again, the thought of finding someone else hadn't really appealed to her.

But Brittany…

Well, Brittany was the best kind of kryptonite ever. Santana loved how she went weak in the knees when she looked at her in a particular way. She loved how Brittany found small ways to tell her that she loved her without actually saying the words. One morning on their honeymoon, they were taking a shower together and the blonde had said those three very special words in whale. As in Finding Nemo whale. Santana smiled again as she remembered almost falling over laughing. Brittany had just grinned and proceeded to make her moan those same words until she couldn't move.

Okay, thinking about amazingly awesome sexy times with Britt probably isn't the best idea. Not when you have no idea how long it'll be until you get to really feel her again.

Santana sighed and continued cutting up the carrots that were in front of her. Brittany had instructed her – in her completely non-demanding way – to make them lunch. Somehow, she'd managed to have the pantry stocked for their arrival. She supposed that she shouldn't question the pure Brittany of Brittany Lopez. Many a person had bent over backwards to do something for her wife and all she had to do was say please and flash a smile.

She should know – she'd been one of the first victims. And what a glorious torture it had been. Even at seven years of age, only Brittany knew how easily she had Santana wrapped around her finger. Not much had changed on that front. Santana would still do pretty much anything to get a beautiful smile from her absolutely flawless wife.

She really is flawless, she thought as she watched Bella take a running jump into the pool. She looked absolutely adorable with her water wings and pink bathing costume. And Brittany…well, Santana had agreed to stay inside the second she'd seen the unbelievably sexy red bikini her wife had on. It was a heart-attack-inducing situation. Santana was almost certain that Brittany would stop her heart with her sexiness.

And then she'd start it again with a smile.

Santana giggled to herself. She was a total sap and for so long, only Brittany had known. Well, she'd only wanted Brittany to know. She was the only girl – the only person – she'd ever wanted to spoil and do the whole, grand romantic gesture thing for. Valentine's Day their senior year scored her major brownie points. Santana hadn't been able to walk until the following Monday. And she'd had a hickey on her neck that she'd needed to cover up for two weeks until it had started to fade away.

Similarly, Brittany had done things for Santana that made her inside completely melt. Like drawing her pictures that she could stick in the back of her locker right at the bottom so that no one but she could see.

Lord Tubbington thinks you're puuuurfect. And so do I.

She'd drawn that just before the whole Artie Abrams mess. During those incredibly lonely and confusing months, Santana had treasured that drawing more than she'd ever cared to confess. Brittany would also say offhand comments that warmed her heart. Telling her that she was still the most beautiful girl in the world even when she was a hot mess after drinking too much and bursting into tears. Hiding little notes in her locker that said simply, I miss you or I love you or You look really hot today. Brittany was her best match in every possible way and she vowed that she wouldn't stop showing her appreciation of the world's most amazing woman.

Santana concentrated on finishing their light lunch of a noodle, spinach and feta salad. She grabbed three bowls and forks before heading outside to the back yard.

"Lunch is served, m'ladies," she called.

"Yay!" Bella shouted, waving her arms around happily. Just as well Brittany was holding her in the water.

Santana chuckled along with her wife and grabbed the two towels that were hanging over the back of a deck chair. Bella growled playfully and ran full speed towards Santana. Her mother grinned and picked her up easily with a towel wrapped around her.

"Britt, I seem to have caught some kind of animal in your back yard," Santana said innocently.

"So it would seem," Brittany replied, playing along.

Santana momentarily forgot her little game as her eyes followed her wife climbing out of the pool.

"Mama, I'm not an animal!" Bella squealed from underneath the towel.

"Nope, pretty sure there was an animal here. It even growled at me and everything."

"Maybe we should growl back. We could scare it into submission," Brittany added, walking up to them.

Santana smiled and received a sultry wink in return. It made her flush shyly.

"Nom nom nom," the blonde said dramatically, pretending to take bites out of their towel covered daughter.

"Mommy! Don't eat me!" Bella cried, but both women could tell she was laughing hysterically.

"Careful, babe. You don't want to eat this animal all up and then have no space left for the scrumptious lunch I slaved away making for you."

"How very right you are." Brittany stepped past Santana, pausing only to kiss her briefly. "Thank you," she whispered.

"No problem," Santana replied, a little dazed. Brittany's kisses were…wow. All of them. Forever.

"What's for lunch?" Bella asked, eventually finding an opening and popping her head through.

"Oh, hi!" Santana said in playful surprise. "Where did you come from?"

"You," Bella replied with a grin.

Santana melted.

Perfect daughter. Just…perfect.

"Love you, baby girl."

"And I love yoooou, Mama!" Bella sang, kissing her cheek. She wrapped her arms around Santana's cheek. "Yum. I'm hungry."

Their lunch was perfect. Bella's good mood seemed to have an unreal effect on her humour because she was cracking jokes left, right and centre, keeping her moms in stitches.

"Little B, you ready to go do that thing we talked about?" Brittany asked, her voice becoming a little more serious.

Bella nodded. "I'll be super good, Mommy."

"What's happening?" Santana asked in confusion.

Brittany just smiled and kissed her temple as she stood up. "Wait for me?"

Santana nodded automatically. She guessed Brittany had some kind of plan. While her wife and daughter were inside doing who knew what, she stacked the dirty plates and glasses.

"Leave those, babe."

She felt two warm arms wrap around her waist from behind and a soft kiss on her neck.

"Come and sit with me."

Santana allowed Brittany to pull her to the pool. They sat on the edge in a comfortable silence, their feet dangling in the water. Their thighs were touching and neither was shy to brush their feet against each other underwater.

"San," Brittany began.

The Latina took a deep breath and turned her head to meet her wife's serious eyes.

"What happened with the counsellor?"

A/N: And now we really begin. Guess my Brittana-obsessed heart kinda got carried away with the memories :)

I have added trigger warnings at the beginning because it was brought to my attention that I probably should – some of these issues are sensitive and I don't want to alienate or offend any of my readers.

Hope everyone is loving life!

-H

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