control freak!Brittany being all nervous because Santana is pregnant!

So you kind of get a bonus of whipped!Brittany too

Brittany taking the day off and having Kurt and Rachel help her set up the nursery was meant to be a surprise to Santana who had been sent off for an afternoon of pampering and relaxation, but when the brunette received multiple texts from her former roommates in all caps, she knew she needed to be elsewhere and fast.

Brittany had her arms crossed and her foot tapped rapidly as she glared at everyone and everything. Rachel looked nervously to Kurt who had done the exact same; they thought Santana was a lot to handle, they were wrong.

"The crib is supposed to be over here and Santana's rocking chair should be facing the window so she can sing Here Comes the Sun to the baby in the morning!" Brittany rattled off, jutting her finger out at the furniture, steam practically pouring from her ears.

"That's an easy fix, Britt, we'll just-" Kurt tried to say calmly but Brittany was already onto the next thing wrong.

"And the color scheme is all wrong, Santana and I wanted it to be gender neutral and there are more blues in here than greens and yellows! And the paint, the paint is way too dark! It feels like we're in a cave and I feel like it's going to make the baby depressed. I do not want a depressed baby!"

"But this is the color you picked out yester-" Rachel began to reply but Kurt was quick to jab her in the arm with his elbow, shaking his head for her to shut it.

"This room is supposed to be perfect, it has to be! Why aren't you guys trying to help me with this? Santana and I are going to be spending so much time in here with the baby and I want them to be comfortable and that can't happen if-if the paint's too dark and the dresser is on the wrong side of the room!"

Rachel and Kurt watched silently as Brittany ran her hands through her hair harshly and paced back and forth muttering words too low for them to hear. They had no idea what to do, afraid that any move to comfort the blonde would be the wrong one and if it's one thing they've learned it's that you don't want to piss Brittany off. It always used to be someone running off to find Brittany to placate a tantrum throwing Santana, but now they hid behind one another to send out SOS texts to the only person that could calm Brittany down at a time like this.

"Britt," Kurt said softly, taking a shaky step toward the blonde, "Everything will be fine. We can fix whatever you need us to fix, there's still so much time."

"Well, we're going to have to redo everything because it's all wrong!" Brittany frowned as she leaned over the crib to touch the bed sheets, "Are these 100% cotton? I don't want it to irritate the baby's skin, you know how sensitive baby's skin is right after they're born."

"I'm pretty sure it is," Rachel nodded.

"But you're not sure sure though?" Brittany asked.

"I-uh..Kurt?"

"I-I don't know? I wasn't there when you bought them." Kurt shrugged as the two started to slowly back away from Brittany who was slowly beginning to freak out again.

She as just about to unleash fact after fact about the dangers of skin irritations and rashes when Santana appeared in the doorway, her hand cradling her round belly as her eyes roamed the room, "Wow guys, I love this!"

Brittany's eyes widened at the sight of her wife, "Santana?! Wh-what are you doing home so early? Are you okay? Is the baby-"

"We're fine, B." Santana smirked, shooting not-so-subtle glances to Kurt and Rachel as she leaned against the door, "How are you doing? Are you being nice to everyone?"

"Uhm..yes?" Brittany replied guiltily. Santana just giggled and ran her hand over her belly, unconvinced. "I am, I totally am!" Brittany urged and closed the distance between them, placing her hands against the sides of Santana's tummy, the touch instantly relaxing her, "Okay..maybe I'm being a tiny bit bossy."

"A tiny bit?" Rachel scoffed, but both girls quickly shot her a warning glare.

"I just want everything to be perfect for you both, okay?" Brittany said to Santana, "I love you both so much and I want you guys to have everything."

"I understand that," She replied softly, glancing over at Kurt and Rachel huddling in the corner furthest away from them, "And we love you so much too, but babe.. I don't want you stressing out about a nursery."

"But San-"

Santana just shook her head and reached up to cup Brittany's cheeks, "The baby knows when you're upset and stressed out and it makes her so very sad. She doesn't like to feel her momma so tensed like that."

Brittany pouted at that and looked down at Santana's belly and smoothed her hands over it, "I don't want to make her sad.."

"I know you don't," Santana smiled and leaned in to kiss her lips softly, "Just take a deep breath, alright? Everything would still be perfect even if all we had was a crib stuck in the corner of our bedroom."

"I can have that arranged.." Brittany answered behind a small smile. Santana just laughed again and went in for another kiss.

"I'd love anything you have set up for us." Santana responded causing Brittany to beam.

"Okay," She said as she looked over her shoulder at Kurt and Rachel before turning back to her wife, "I should probably say sorry to them, huh?"

"Eh, you don't have to..they might think we've gone soft." Santana winked, "I'm gonna go hang out in the living room though, my back is killing me."

"Oh, do you want me to give you a massage? Do you need me to bring some extra pillows? Is it from our bed? Should we buy a new one? Is it me? Should I hold you differently at night?"

"Britt baby," Santana giggled, cupping her wife's cheeks.

"I know, I know.." Brittany sighed, raising her hands in defeat, "Too much."

"Just a tiny bit," Santana smirked, "But you can do one thing for me.."

"Anything."

"Make me a milkshake?" Santana asked innocently, "I heard an advertisement for one on the way here and it's all I've been thinking about..ugh they way the talked about it sounded like it might be better than sex."

"Chocolate or vanilla?" Brittany chuckled.

"Can I have both?"

"Sure thing, sweetheart."