Brittany freaking out when Sam lifted a pregnant Santana after their performance. I don't know if that was canon because I didn't watch the episode but, why not.. I thought it was cute.
"Come on, babe, we haven't seen them in so long!" Santana begged, throwing in a pout because she's been around Brittany so long it's rubbed off on her.
Brittany's good at holding her ground when it comes to Santana, but ever since Santana told her their great news about the little tiny bundle of love growing inside her Brittany kind of lost her charm.
Still, she has to put her foot down sometimes..right?
"We saw them last weekend."
"That doesn't count, Britt." Santana chuckled, "That was justRachel and it was on tv. Mercedes said she's got some time off and Quinn will be there and I hear Mike and Sugar's flying in too. Weren't you just saying how much you miss them the other day? Now's your chance to see them! Who knows when we'll all get together like this again.."
Brittany's resolve was slowly crumbling under Santana's lovey dovey gaze.
"But San, we can't just fly over there whenever we want anymore." Brittany reasoned as she flattened her hand over the barely there baby bump, "You're pregnant with our honey bun. You should be resting."
"Honey bun? What happened to sugar cube?" Santana snickered, "I kind of liked that one." Brittany's been on this kick with calling the baby all sorts of sweets related nicknames and Santana can't decide which is cuter, the names or Brittany.
"Our kid's no square." Brittany replied sternly, "Don't try to get me off topic, we're not going, not unless we drive and I'm not letting you do that either. You hate driving long distances like that and I don't want you to when I'm perfectly capable of doing it so I'll have to do the driving so you can relax because the doctor said you need to so you won't stress the baby out; that's the only way."
"Okay." Santana shrugged and kissed Brittany's cheek sweetly, "I'll go pack."
"Okay." Brittany nodded too and watched Santana skip off happily.
The blonde sat there a moment wondering what just happened exactly before realizing she somehow just agreed to drive back to Ohio for the reunion all by her own doing. Santana was getting way too good at this, or maybe she was getting way too soft. Or maybe it was just that Brittany loved Santana and she'd do anything to keep her happy.
She spent days trying to convince Santana to stay, but they ultimately ended up going. Santana was practically glowing as they reached the auditorium, excitedly tugging on Brittany's hand to walk faster because she could already hear singing and she didn't want to be late.
"Honey, we're always late." Brittany grinned at Santana's anxiousness, already warming up to the idea of seeing their friends again.
"Come on, Britt Britt, the baby wants to dance!" Santana teased and Brittany instantly swooned. Dancing was her and Santana's thing and to hear her wife already including their little one in that made her heart swell.
She didn't want to hold them up anymore and took two long strides, putting herself in front of Santana now, "Come on, slow poke!"
Santana laughed and let Brittany tug her through the doors where familiar voices soared. Brittany wiggled about, never straying too far from Santana as they descended the stairs, their friends waving and smiling to them as they went. The couple fell right into place as they sang, Brittany's arm curling around Santana's waist and Santana's doing the same to Brittany while they swayed about, facing half of their friends on stage singing right back.
Soon they found themselves on stage too, Santana dancing around with everyone while Brittany did the same, only she hovered around Santana just in case she slipped and needed someone to catch. Brittany would be there, Brittany would always be there to catch her. But the more they danced and sang, the more relaxed Brittany became and finally let loose. Santana was up front dancing with Mercedes and Sugar, even Sam which surprised Brittany a tiny bit, while Brittany joked around with Mike and Matt.
Everything was fine up until she spotted Santana's had pop up above everyone else's, something that doesn't happen unless-
"What is he doing!" Brittany shrieked, barely heard over the music as she watched Sam set her wife on his shoulder. Tanned hands set atop his blonde head, trying to stable herself while Brittany practically fell out on the floor. Does he not know that she is pregnant with her child?!
Actually, he doesn't..they haven't told anyone yet but still!
She stormed over quickly, trying not to draw attention to herself but at the same time not giving a single fuck because Santana should not be that high up in the air! She stomped around them, first noticing Sugar was holding Santana up too and relaxed, but only a little bit, thankful that Sam wasn't the only one holding her wife in the air like that.
"Santana Pierce-Lopez," Brittany said sternly, "You come down from there right this instant or so help me I will-"
"Baby, it's okay."Santana eased patting Sam and Sugar's head, "They got me."
Brittany narrowed her eyes and set her hands on her hips.
"Alright, you heard wifey.." Santana sighed prompting Sam and Sugar to slowly ease her down. Secretly, Santana loved this protective side of Brittany and reveled in it every chance she got. Brittany stepped forward with her hands out for additional help which Santana took readily, "Thank you, B."
"No more sitting on people unless it's me and we're lying down." Brittany said seriously.
Santana just smiled, dimples all on display, and nodded, "Deal."
"Geez, you're acting like she's got a broken leg or something." Sam joked, looking to Sugar for agreement. She wasn't laughing though, just watching Brittany fuss over Santana..even more so than normal.
"I'm just carrying her baby, no biggie." Santana smirked, not even taking her eyes off of Brittany, watching blue eyes widen with surprise. They hadn't planned how they were going to tell their friends, but she didn't expect Santana to cave so soon.
"You're what?" Sam gasped and looked to Sugar "And she let us pick her up!"
Sugar just matched Santana's smirk, not paying Sam any mind, and pumped her fist in the air, "Mission accomplished."