President Pierce and her first lady. Preferably Santana is pregnant, she is abusing her power and making unreasonable demand. All the servicemen and bodyguards have no idea how to handle the first lady :P
Brittany S. Pierce-Lopez totally has it made; she's married to the most beautiful woman in the entire world who happens to also be carrying her baby, she lives in an awesomely huge house atop a hill and has endless people waiting on her hand and foot, and she gets to wear a super cool American flag pin on everything she wears.
Oh, and she's also the President of the United States of America so that's cool too. Sometimes it's really stressful though; it's hard work running an entire country and she always manages to piss someone off whether it be the opposing party or a maid or even her wife. That doesn't mean she hasn't done some good during her first two, after all she did get re-elected for as second term. Pleasing everyone isn't an option anymore and it took her some time to realize that, so she tries to give everyone what they need instead even if they don't know it's what they need just yet. She works hard at surpassing everyone's expectations of her; being that she's the first female President the country has ever had those expectations were set very low.
She's sitting at her big desk in the oval office glancing at some paperwork as she chats with a couple people about an upcoming press conference when two bodyguards enter. They're shoulders are broad and their bodies stiff as they approach her.
"Madam President?" One says, voice low and serious. Brittany looks up from her papers and raises a brow, "We have a situation."
She doesn't know how many times she's told everyone to stop saying that certain line because there are so many kinds of situations that they could be talking about and she doesn't need to have a heart attack over something small like some little kid slipping through the fence or a dog pooping on their lawn. She gets up anyway, politely excusing herself from her company before following the men out of the room and down the corridor.
As the draw closer to their destination, Brittany begins to hear the faint sounds of someone crying. Actually, crying would be putting it lightly. Whoever it is most definitely is sobbing like their whole world just fell apart. Brittany's heart lurches, she hates that sound.
"This way, Madam President." The guard says and points to the door to the nursery. She looks to them skeptically, they almost always enter a room before her even in her own home so to see them sort of cowering away from it confuses her. Brittany nods anyway and flattens the wrinkles from her pencil skirt before pushing the door open, the sound of sobbing multiplying by ten as soon as it's cracked.
As she widens the door, she first thing she sees are two bodyguards kneeling on the floor behind the play stage with puppets in their hands. When they look up at her, they cower too and quickly pull off the puppets and hide them behind their backs. From them, Brittany looks across the room to see another two bodyguards flanking her wife's sides, both wearing a mix of too small aprons and sun hats with little flowers on them. Between the stage and where Santana sits with the guards is the tea table set up with all the little cups and tea pots and plates that their little girl will surely love when she gets here. She looks back to Santana when another sob racks her body, the brunette's face buried in the neck of a fluffy teddy bear she's hugging to her chest.
"What's going on?" Brittany whispers to the men still kneeling behind the stage, hiding.
"She said the baby wanted a puppet show.." One answered while the other nodded furiously, "We don't know any good stories besides Little Red Riding Hood so-"
"Oh." Brittany sighs knowingly and smiles apologetically to them, "You can go." They quickly scamper out of the room as she walks over to her wife, the guards beside her looking uncomfortable and scared. This isn't the first time Santana's monopolized the guards' time for baby needs; she's heard of Santana having them rearrange the nursery multiple times because it feels off and taking her out for Krispy Kreme donuts because the white house chef's doesn't taste the same.
She nods for them to leave and they do quickly, too quickly to even take off their borrowed hats and aprons. She sits next to Santana, who is still crying into the neck of the teddy bear, and wraps her arm around her while the other palms her round belly, "Honey..what did I say about the puppets?"
Santana instantly tosses the bear aside and hugs Brittany, now sobbing against her neck and staining her blazer with tears, "Th-that wolf is such a fucking jerk! Wh-what did that little girl's gr-grandma ever do t-t-to him?"
Brittany inhales the smell of Santana's shampoo as she kisses the top of the brunette's head then brushes her cheek against her hair, "It's okay, sweetheart, it's just a story."
"Well I hate it!" Santana grumbles, her tears slowing the longer Brittany holds her, "I don't think the baby liked it either."
"No?"Brittany frowns and pulls away far enough so she can slouch over Santana's belly, "Did you not like that story, baby girl?" Brittany presses her ear against Santana's stomach while her hand smoothes along the underside of her wife's belly. Santana threads her fingers through wavy blonde hair, twirling strands around her fingers and smiling softly at one of her favorite sights. Brittany whispers to words Santana can't hear and before she knows it, Brittany's sitting up again, "I offered to make the telling of that story illegal in all fifty states but she says other kids might like it and she doesn't want to take it away from someone who likes it so I won't do that."
Santana smiles lovingly at her wife, always so sweet and thoughtful with her but confident and professional in the eyes of the public, "Maybe you can tell her one of your stories instead? She loves those. Wait, do you have time or did you have to be somewhere? Is today that important press conference?"
Brittany watches as Santana's mood shifts to worried and embarrassed and she lets her go for a couple minutes ranting about not wanting to interfere Brittany's duties as President until she finally puts a stop to it all with a kiss, "It's fine, I have duties as a wife too. Besides, what's the point of having a VP if I'm always doing everything?" She winks and kisses Santana one more time before wrapping her arm around her shoulders again, "So which story should we go with today? The one about the princess and lady knight in shining armor or the one about the two cheerleaders that fell in love?"
Santana blushes and smiles coyly as she smoothes her hands over her belly and sinks against Brittany's side, "I don't think it matters, B, she loves them both."