Month 5:

After making a total and complete fool of herself the night after she and Brittany went to the club, Santana is careful to keep the boundaries that she never should have crossed to begin with. She'll watch the occasional episode of TV with Brittany, but mostly she keeps to herself, going to work, retiring to her bedroom when she gets home, going out to brunch with her friend Mercedes on the weekends. Generally, she's just making a conscious effort to avoid Brittany, even at the expense of not being able to tell her to stop eating junk food and have a piece of fruit for once.

One night, she's in her room reading when she hears Brittany scream. Immediately, she jumps out of bed and runs to the living room. Brittany is laying with her legs up on the couch and her head on the floor and she's only wearing a sports bra and shorts. Santana swallows hard and goes to her side, thinking that she looks perfectly fine. Without saying a word, Brittany grabs Santana's hand and puts it on her stomach.

"What are you—?"

"Your kid just kicked me!"

"Oh my God! Brittany!" Santana squeaks, pressing her hand harder against Brittany's stomach until the baby kicks again. "My baby just kicked me!"

"Hey, you get a choice in the matter."

"Brittany, this is amazing. I can't believe I just got to feel that."

"So does this mean I get to wake you up every time it happens when I'm trying to sleep?"

"You can wake me up any time you want." Santana marvels at the feeling of her baby's kick, then realizes that she has her hand on Brittany's bare belly. She pulls away and clears her throat, remembering her whole boundaries thing. "Sorry, I'll just…you know."

"Why are you being weird?"

"I'm not being weird."

"You've been super weird for the last few weeks, don't pretend you haven't been."

"Look, Brittany, I'm just trying to establish some boundaries. Things are blurred enough with you living here, I shouldn't have gone out with you that night."

"So this is all about you being embarrassed about puking in that trashcan?" Brittany sits up on the couch and gives Santana a pointed look.

"No, it's not about me throwing me up in the trashcan. It's about the fact that you and I have a signed contract with the conditions of your surrogacy and I crossed a line."

"So if I tell you I have a doctor's appointment tomorrow and you could totally come if you want, would that be crossing a line?"

"I…" Santana pauses, trying to balance whether it would be acceptable for her to go to the doctor with Brittany. It's for the baby after all and she thinks that would be completely within the bounds of professionalism. She hasn't heard the baby's heartbeat, Brittany is supposed to find out the sex of the baby at this appointment and…Santana really wants to go. "What time?"

"It's at one. I mean, you probably have court or whatever."

"I don't. You don't have to feel obligated to invite me though."

"I don't feel obligated to do anything." Brittany shook her head, picking up her soda from the coffee table. "I just felt like maybe you'd want to be there when I found out what you were having."

"That would be…amazing."

"You're obviously nervous about something, you're doing that weird talking thing again."

"No, I'm just really excited. I didn't think I'd be able to be there for that."

"To be honest, I'm a little disappointed in you. I thought you'd be the kind of person who put all of that crap in the contract."

"Gina wrote the contract." Santana shrugged. "I just figured it would be weird if I pushed for too much."

"Says the woman who told someone she was having a baby on the first day." Brittany rolled her eyes. "So are you picking me up for this appointment tomorrow and taking me out to lunch?"

"Brittany."

"Kidding. I'm kidding…unless the answer is yes."

"I'll get you at 11:30."

Santana can hardly sleep thinking about how she felt her baby kick and about how she's going to hear their heartbeat and find out if she was having a boy or a girl tomorrow afternoon. When she gets up in the morning, she goes into work and tells her partner that she's taking a half day. She feels jittery all morning and when she finally gets in the cab to pick Brittany up—though she's not really sure why she's doing that, since it was probably easier for her to meet her at the restaurant she chose for them to have lunch at—she feels like she's about to explode. As much as she loves her job, it's been a long time since she's been this excited and she really feels like she's getting ready to be a mother.

Through most of their lunch, Brittany does the talking. Santana is too nervous and Brittany has a lot to say. Santana doesn't even comment on the fact that she's drinking Coke, she just listens to her talk about what she's doing in her online classes. She forgets that the whole thing is unprofessional and just takes in everything that Brittany has to say. It's weird that she actually enjoys spending time with her, as much as she tries to convince herself that she doesn't.

When they get to the doctor, Santana feels a little bit sad seeing all of the happy couples in the waiting room. She realizes that she could have had this with someone if she hadn't focused her whole life on her career, but this baby is her second chance. She can do something that doesn't revolve around work, she can be the best mom there is. She doesn't have to feel sad that she's doing this alone because one day, she'll meet someone. One day, there'll be someone she can share her life and her baby's life with. Right now, she's here with Brittany, who is carrying her baby, and everything's going to be just fine.

"There sure are a lot of vaginas in this room." Brittany looks around at the posters. "Every time I'm in here, it freaks me the hell out."

"It's like they think we don't know where babies come out of."

"Right? I'm going to bring this up with the doctor."

"I…don't think that's necessary." Santana's cheeks color. "Maybe you should just let it go."

"So much for you loosening up." Brittany laughs. "I'm kidding, anyway. I already talked to her last time."

"You're kidding."

"I'm totally not."

The receptionist calls Brittany into the room and Santana follows sheepishly behind. She's not sure what her role is at this doctor's appointment and she doesn't want it to be weird. She waits in the hallway while Brittany changes into her gown and when she goes in, Brittany is laying on the examination table. For this weird, fleeting moment, Santana imagines that she's here with her partner and they're having this baby together but she quickly pushes that thought out of her head and sits down, crossing her legs.

"You look like you're in hell." Brittany tells her, putting her legs up in the stirrups and sliding down the table.

"What? No I don't."

'Dude, look at your face in the mirror. I've never seen someone look so miserable."

"I'm not miserable at all, I'm really happy."

"You're totally wishing I was someone else."

"How do you…?"

"Because this situation is weird, you suck at dates and you're married to your job."

"I don't think I've said this, but I'm really grateful you're doing this for me."

"I needed the money." Brittany shrugs. "Using my uterus to do it seemed like the best idea."

"Do you still resent me?"

"I never resented you. I just resented all rich people, but you kind of proved me wrong when you let me move in with you. You didn't have to do that, you know."

"I—" Santana starts, but before she can finish the sentence, Dr. Miller walks into the room.

"Brittany." Dr. Miller smiles. "You brought company."

"This is Santana, it's her baby."

"Ah, I see." She looks down at her charts. "Well I guess you're here to see the sex of your baby."

"Brittany invited me, so…"

Santana tries to hide her tears when she hears the baby's heartbeat, but she's really totally incapable. In a lot of ways, she's felt kind of detached from the whole process, but actually getting to be in this room is a huge deal for her. She loves that her baby has a strong heartbeat, that Brittany is keeping them safe and when it comes time for the sonogram, she's glued to the screen.

"Well, it looks like you're having a girl."

"A girl." Santana's jaw drops and the first thing she can think to do is wrap her arms around Brittany. "Brittany, I'm having a girl."