"Baby…babe…Brittany…B…"
Santana was shaking Brittany.
"Mmmmm…" Was all Brittany could get out.
"Babe, it's 7 in the evening. I let you sleep, but I didn't realize you'd sleep this long. Come on. You have to get up."
Brittany still wasn't used to the fact of having Santana next to her… or in her life. So what happened next, wasn't a surprise.
*Thump*
"Britt! You really should stop doing that. It's not good for you. Nor do I think it's good for the floor." Santana reached down to help Brittany up.
Brittany gave her an annoyed look and Santana just shrugged it off.
"Ya never know B. The floor could be hurting deep down, although it's probably happy to be getting some action." Santana said with a grin.
Brittany's heart started racing. Her breathing was deep and she couldn't control her eyes. She was staring at the Latina's plump lips.
Santana took notice and started smirking.
"Britts, why don't you get dressed so we can eat some food. I'm exhausted from work. Plus the doctor said not to be on my feet too much. So, I wanna gets mah eats on." Before Brittany could say anything, Santana walked out of the bedroom.
Oh how I've missed that faux ghetto talk. Wait, shit! She said doctor. She said doctor, right?
Brittany's eyes went wide and she exited the same doorway Santana had left through. She still didn't know where she was or how to get around.
Following the scent of food, she found the kitchen.
When she entered through the door, she saw a beautiful sight.
Santana was grabbing for something in a cabinet but all Brittany was paying attention to was the definition in the girl's arms and back. She wanted to kiss every visible spot. But then she remembered what Santana had said and she started to panic.
"Uh, Santana?" Brittany said softly.
Santana turned around and saw Brittany looking at the floor fidgeting with her feet.
"What's wrong, honey?" Santana made a beeline towards Brittany and embraced her in a hug.
Fuck, I've missed this contact!
"What did you mean by when you said doctor? Are you okay?" By now she couldn't hold it in any longer. Everything that was happening was still so surreal to Brittany.
It was hard to process and just the thought of anything bad happening to the brunette would have shattered the blonde's heart.
Santana used her index finger to bring Brittany's head up. She looked deep into each other's eyes or a few seconds.
In that stare, Santana couldn't find anything but genuine concern. This kind of scared her because she was now worried about the blonde. First it was last night, and now it was this.
"Sweetie, are you okay? You're just starting to scare me a little. First you freak out last night and you hurt yourself. Now, you're asking me that question."
Santana's brows knitted together and she was really worried and concerned.
Brittany was about to say something but the sound of a buzzer interrupted.
"I'll be right back." Santana gave Brittany one last look of bewilderment and went to see who was at the door.
What am I supposed to do? I can't be like 'oh yah, I'm from the future. Or no, I'm from the past. Oh, noooo, I don't know where I'm from but in my time I'm not with you and you have some huuuge career and so do I but we're not together. Yeah, I snuck out on your 19th birthday to leave you to follow my dreams of dancing so you could follow your dreams in music.' Ha, yeah that would totally go over smoothly.
"Sup, Mama B! Sorry I buzzed. Forgot my keys."
Brittany looked up, confused by the name, and saw someone she hadn't seen in years.
"Q-Q-Quinn?" Brittany stuttered out. Her eyes went wide and she started to feel lightheaded.
"I see what you mean. She does seem… off." Quinn said to Santana.
Santana just gave Quinn a knowing look.
Quinn put down the bags she had in her hands and sat down at the bar in the kitchen and motioned for Brittany to follow.
Once situated, and endless staring, Brittany broke the silence. "Um, why'd you call me 'Mama B'?" Brittany started looking down. It felt like something she should have known, but she knew nothing of this life she shared with Santana and apparently Quinn.
"Um, B, are you okay?" Quinn's brows furrowed.
By now, Brittany was just irritated by that question. She wanted answers, not questions.
Brittany's head shot up and the anger was apparent and Quinn seemed to tense.
"Yes. I'm freaking peachy! I can't remember shit. I don't know where I am! I don't know how old I am! I don't know if I have a job, or if I do what that job is! I. Know. Nothing!" The venom was as clear as day. She even raised her voice, which got Santana's attention.
Santana stopped what she was doing to try and assess the situation. She heard what Brittany had said and was putting two and two together. Maybe this was why Brittany was acting weird.
"Baby, calm down." Santana looped her hands around the taller blonde's waist. This seemed to have calmed Brittany down because Santana felt the tension subside.
"I… I just don't remember anything." Brittany said in a defeated tone.
Quinn and Santana shared a look and a nod. They both knew not to question Brittany but to just explain everything.
"Brittany, I called you Mama B because you're going to be a mother." Quinn said looking deep into Brittany's eyes.
Immediately she looked down, but she sure as hell didn't look pregnant. Nor did she feel it.
Quinn chuckled, noticing that the blonde thought she meant herself.
"No. It's not you."
Brittany looked up and than looked at Quinn. Quinn nodded her head towards Santana who was still holding Brittany from behind.
Brittany moved her position to get a better look at the Latina.
Brittany's eyes widened.
"B, you know if you do that too much, your eyes might stay wide." Santana said with a laugh.
Brittany ignored the comment and her eyes glided down Santana's body.
How could I not see this before? She's freaking huge! But, she does look good for a pregnant lady. Wait, who's the father? When did this happen? How old are we?
So many questions started forming in the taller blonde's head.
Santana took note of this and saw the gears turning in her girlfriend's facial expression.
"Well, we're in New York City. You're 24, I'm 25. My birthday actually just passed, July 12th. Yours is coming up soon, August 1st. Today is July 28th. You do have a job. You're an assistant choreographer and work with Zachary Woodlee on a TV show about a show choir group in high school. You've even gone on tour with Beyoncé. It was so awesome! All the photos you sent me made me miss you, but I knew it was something you wanted to do. Quinnie, here, is our roommate. Surprisingly it works out really well. Actually, it's her brother who donated sperm. We wanted someone we knew, not some random person. Also, he kinda looks like you so we're going to have the perfect baby. I'm due in about 2 months, and we didn't want to find out the sex because we wanted it to be a surprise."
Brittany tried processing everything. Seems like she had a pretty good job, she even went on tour with freaking Beyoncé! Okay, Quinn's brother, Brandon, did look like her so she could see that.
Wow, this is the perfect life.
Brittany jumped out of the seat and with both hands grabbed Santana's face. She did wince at first because of the pain in her hand, but couldn't control the smile forming on her face. She looked down at Santana's lips and back into her eyes. The Latina noticed this and started to smile too. Brittany quickly leaned in stole a kiss. It started as a simple kiss but once her lips met Santana's it felt like fireworks were going off everywhere. She slid her tongue out brushing it against the love of her life's. Santana granted Brittany permission and tongue met tongue. They fought for dominance, feeling each other and never wanting the feeling to leave.
"Um. I'm still right here." Quinn said trying to look away. She couldn't help that whenever she saw the couple kissing it would bring a smile to her own face. She saw the love they had, and yeah, Quinn had caught them in one too many compromising positions, but love is love and you can't control it.
"Shut. Up." Santana said still kissing Brittany.
Brittany pulled away and heard the Latina groan.
She smiled and gave her a quick peck.
"Thanks for being understanding. It's just, I'm trying so hard to remember, but I can't. But, I'm willing to accept any help."
"Great, B. Now, let's finish this cooking. I'm starving!" Quinn got up and went to put the groceries away.
After dinner and watching Bridesmaids, the girls decided it was time to go to sleep. They each had work in the morning and they knew that if any of them didn't get the right amount of sleep, that they'd be bitches from hell.
Brittany was laying in bed looking at her surroundings. It seemed 'homey' and it was nice. It was definitely better than her lonely apartment.
Is this the present? Am I in a dreamland? I don't even know what to call my apartment. Ugh, I give up.
"Hey, B." Santana entered the bedroom in a huge t-shirt and basketball shorts.
"You look cute." Brittany said with a smile.
Santana looked down at her attire and smiled. She walked to the bed and crawled next to Brittany.
"I want you to know, that I might not understand what you're going through, but I'm here for you, okay? Do you think we should go to the doctor to make sure you're okay?" There was a hint of worry in Santana's tone.
"I don't want to go to the doctor. I'm sure this will all get figured out soon." She took the Latina in her arms and they cuddled.
"I love you, Brittany." Santana mumbled.
Brittany was now sporting a billion watt smile. "I love you too, Santana. More than you'll ever know."
Her eyes were getting heavy and she fell asleep.
"Hello, Brittany." It was Sam.
"You have got to be shitting me! What now?" Brittany was mad.
"Hey don't get mad at me. I came to bring you, well I hope you take this as good news, good news." Sam sported the grin he always had.
"What?"
"Well, I spoke to the people above me. We're going to keep you in this world for now. But, whenever you dream, you'll get an insight of other stuff. I can't tell you of what, but you'll need to figure that out on your own. This isn't such a bad life, is it? Remember, fate is in your hands."
Brittany stood in the darkness confused, as usual.
All this guy did was confuse her.
He then faded away and Brittany observed everything around her. It was changing.
"Dude, wake up. Quinn's left you multiple texts. She needs you at San's house as soon as possible. And don't freak out, I wasn't snooping or anything, it's just you left your phone in the kitchen and since it's an iPhone the message popped up and it was Quinn. She's sent you a lot of texts so-"
"Shut up. You're talking too much. Wait, who the hell are you?" Brittany opened her eyes.
No. Freaking. Way!
"Um. Your stepbrother? Dude get up. Go to San's house." Finn walked out of the room.
Did he just call me his stepbrother?
Brittany looked down. This was definitely her body. She looked up and saw a bathroom. She ran as fast as she could. She saw a light switch and turned the lights on. Her… or well his eyes widened.
You have got to be fucking shitting me!
Her reflection was that of Kurt's.