Month 7:

It's really weird, but Santana can't stop thinking about the paint fight she had with Brittany. Or rather, she can't stop thinking about the way Brittany touched her face when they were finished. She thinks that she's possibly really sex starved or maybe doing exactly what she swore she wasn't going to do with Brittany and getting too close. But it's weird, as much as she loves to follow the rules, she just can't force herself away from hanging out with Brittany. She loves watching crappy TV, going to doctor's appointments and the truth is, she's really going to miss her when she's gone.

One afternoon, Santana is at work when her phone rings. She's surprised to see that it's Brittany. For as much time as they spend together in Santana's apartment, they never really contact each other by phone. Immediately, she gets a little nervous and she leans back in her chair to answer it, trying not to sound like her voice is shaking as she does.

"Hello?"

"Hey, Santana. It's me, Brittany."

"Hi. What's going on?"

"I'm kind of in the hospital."

"What?" Santana almost falls backwards in her chair and then she jumps up.

"They don't think it's a big deal. I'm just waiting to have a sonogram. I slipped on the ice when I went to the store and I just figured it's what you'd want me to do."

"Brittany. Are you okay?"

"Yeah, I mean, I'm totally fine. I just have a giant bruise on my ass. But I'm seven months pregnant, so like, they have to check everything out and just make sure nothing went wrong."

"You're at Mt. Sinai?"

"In the emergency room, yeah."

"I'll be there in ten minutes."

Santana barely gives her receptionist an explanation before she runs out of the office. It's sort of snowy and getting a cab is hard so she runs five blocks before she finds one. She tells the cab driver that if he can get her to Mt. Sinai in five minutes or less then he'll get a huge tip and she's glad that he actually obliges. She's terrified that something has happened to her baby and she hates that she has absolutely no control over anything. Not that she thinks that Brittany could have controlled falling, but if she was able to have this kid in her own body then at least she wouldn't have to worry about a whole other person when something goes wrong. When she finally finds Brittany on the hospital bed with her coat still on because it's cold in there, she breathes a sigh of relief and rushes to her side.

"That was less than ten minutes." Brittany tells her. "I timed you."

"Would have been faster if you could ever get a cab in this shitty weather. Are you bleeding? Are you having contractions?"

"Nope. I told you, I really don't think it's a big deal."

"You don't know that, Brittany. And I'm not just talking about for the baby. If something goes wrong, you could be in danger too."

"You think I didn't research the risks of being a surrogate? I know that you think I'm kind of stupid because I eat junk food and don't have a fancy schmancy law degree."

"What? When did I ever say that I think you're dumb?"

"Please, you don't have to say it. And I know you probably were pissed at me the whole way over here that I went out in the snow and put the kid in danger."

"Seriously, stop putting words in my mouth. I'm just as worried about you as I am about the baby and it's really unfair of you to think that I would be mad at you for an accident."

"I'm sorry." Brittany starts to cry and Santana realizes that her reverting back to her old bite was just evidence that she was terrified. "I didn't mean it."

"Brittany." Santana sits down in the chair beside the bed and she can't help but take Brittany's hand. "It's not your fault. And like you said, it's probably no big deal."

"You're supposed to be the one who's irrationally worried about everything." Brittany sniffled.

"I'm really trying hard to remain calm."

The wait for the doctor feels like forever and Santana ends up running to get Brittany a bag of chips because she's hungry. It's really weird for Santana when they make her leave when Brittany can get a sonogram because she's not her partner, even though Brittany asks for her to stay. She sits in the hallway and before she knows it, Brittany is walking out of the curtained off area in the emergency room with a relaxed smile on her face.

"Everything is totally fine, she's moving around in there and the doctor gave me these ice packs and some safe painkillers for my ass."

"Oh, thank God." Santana wraps Brittany up in a hug and before she realizes it, she's smelling her hair. It smells like vanilla and for some unexplainable reason, she takes another whiff. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah, I'm just really tired after everything. I swear, this kid sucks the life out of me on a good day, but on a day like this I'm dead on my feet."

"Do you want to go back to my apartment and order takeout?"

"You don't have to do that, you know."

"Do what?"

"I don't know, it just feels super coupley to me."

"What? No." Santana stammers a little. "I just know you had a shitty day and we have to eat dinner so you may as well sit on the couch where you'll be comfortable. I'll go sit in my office and finish this case I'm working on if it makes you feel better."

"Well now you're just making it weird."

"What? How am I the one that's make it weird? You're the one that said it was coupley to eat takeout together."

"I'm sorry. Look, maybe it's just that I haven't had sex in a really long time and everything feels like something it's not."

"Oh my God, why are you talking to me about your sex life?"

"Were you listening?" Brittany rolls her eyes. "I have no sex life. I'm the size of a humpback whale."

"I seriously just wanted to order dinner."

"You should be more sex positive."

"Excuse me, I'm sex positive."

"I said the word sex and you like, completely freaked out, dude."

"Look, can we just have dinner?" Santana takes a deep breath. "I really don't want to talk about this anymore."

Santana gets a cab and they head back to the apartment. Brittany immediately sprawls out on the couch with her ice packs and Santana goes into the kitchen to get the delivery menus. She rarely orders take out because of all the MSG but she's not in the mood to cook after the day they had and now everything feels really weird for her. She doesn't get why she feels so weird around Brittany but it seems to be getting worse by the day.

It takes Brittany forty-five minutes to decide what she wants to order and Santana tries not to get frustrated waiting. When the food finally comes, she goes to get plates but before she can even get back into the living room, Brittany is eating out of the cartons. She rolls her eyes a little but she sits down on the couch, spooning lo mein onto her plate and trying to just relax with her glass of wine.

"Do you know how jealous I am of that wine right now?"

"Do you want me to put it away?"

"No, no, drink. I mean seriously I'd be drinking after that scare today. I'm…I'm really sorry about it, Santana."

"You don't have to keep apologizing, Brittany. If anything, it was the ice's fault."

"I don't think you can blame the ice." Brittany laughs. "Can I be honest with you?"

"Always." It just slips out of Santana's mouth but for some reason, it feels like that's the only thing there is to say.

"When I first did this, I didn't think I'd really feel any kind of way. I mean, it's not my kid, you know? Not feeling anything about it is kind of a prerequisite but I don't think I've ever felt so scared as I did before and I think it's because I was terrified of disappointing you."

"I…why?"

"I don't know. There's just…something."

"Something." Santana repeats.

"I guess this is what you were talking about when I moved in, like how this was really unprofessional or whatever. If you were just a stranger, I wouldn't care so much about you."

"If it's any consolation, I've really started to care about you too?"

"Really?" Brittany breathes and for just a moment Santana feels like she's about to lean in and kiss her.

"I should…really take this in my office and finish the case."