HI! can you do a prompt related to the part where they get to Mr. Shue's apartment? like in the future or something? pleeeeeeeeeeease

"You'd think they'd move out of this apartment by now," Santana commented as they walked down the brightly lit hallway, "It was kind of cramped the last time and that was only with half the Glee club. Also, do you think it's weird visiting our old Spanish teacher like this? Do we still call him Mr. Schue or Will? Oh God, that sounds weird." Santana stopped mid ramble to see Brittany adjusting the weight in her arms, "Do you want to switch, B? These drinks aren't that heavy."

"No, it's okay." Brittany grinned at Santana's hesitance, "I'm sure, San, it's okay."

"Oh, okay." Santana mumbled but ran her hand around the small of Brittany's back anyway as they continued to their former teacher's door, "I hope there's hand sanitizer..who knows what kind of germs are floating around in there. I swear Britt, if we get sick.."

"Honey, do you remember who Mr. Schue's married to? I'm sure she'll want to disinfect as soon as she answers the door."

"Well she better not, the chemicals are-"

"I know," Brittany smirked, watching her wife argue with herself. She leaned over and kissed Santana's cheek softly then moved her thumb to caress her skin, "Don't worry, everything's fine. They're family, they know."

"Yeah, you're right." Santana nodded and shrugged casually, "Of course. You did say Mr. Shcue is kind of like our dad.."

Brittany giggled softly, not wanting to wake the tiny blonde in her arms, "Should we call him Grandpa Schue?"

Santana smiled, spinning away from the door to see Brittany pressing her lips to their daughter's beanie-covered head as she cradled her close to her heart, "They might break out into song and I don't want them to wake her up."

"Very true," Brittany nodded and whispered to their girl, "They like to sing songs for everything and you're everything but mama and I will make sure they're not too loud so you can sleep a tiny bit more."

Santana's heart swelled at seeing her two favorite girls share a moment; she loved when Brittany whispered to her and she loved hearing her say her new title as mama. She was so overwhelmed with love and happiness, sometimes she didn't know what to do but stand and stare.

Thankfully, Brittany caught her staring and smirked, "C'mere." With her free hand, she pulled Santana close and wrapped her up in a hug, their sleeping baby girl nestled right between them, "I love you."

"I love you too, Britt." Santana breathed out then pressed a kiss to their daughter's head, "And I love you too, baby girl."

Once Santana's nerves were reeled back in, after all it was their first time meeting up with everyone after Britt's pregnancy, she knocked on the door, standing a little in front of Brittany just incase it was Rachel who ran to answer the door so Santana would take the brunt of the forceful hug.

Instead, Mr. Schue answered the door. He smiled between the girls as he opened his arms up for a hug. Santana stepped forward first while Brittany followed behind, Mr. Schue's smile softening as he peeked over the bundle of blankets in Brittany's arms, "Well look at her, she is beautiful."

"Thank you." Brittany beamed, eyes a little watery already as she glanced at Santana taking in the scene.

"Glad to have her apart of the family, ladies. Come on in, the whole gang's here."