A/N; Thanks for all the reviews and comments on the first chapter. Thanks for the support. So, I bring you... Chapter 2!
Quinn had left soon after they watched the first movie and Brittany had fallen asleep. She couldn't help but feel bad for Brittany. She couldn't imagine how Santana would react to the life changing news. But she did know that she would be there for Brittany, no matter how either Artie or Santana would react.
The shorter blonde had left a note for Britt to read when she woke up.
Britt,
Sorry I left, you fell asleep and I needed to get home. You know my Mom. Anyway, I'll see you in school. Love you and don't worry about Santana or Artie, I'm here for you.
Quinn. xx
Britt woke up with a huge smile as she read the note. She didn't feel sick. In a way, she was very happy. So much that she skipped out of bed and had a quick shower. Once out of the shower, she noticed the pregnancy tests on the toilet seat and frowned at them. She snatched them and held them behind her back when she heard someone coming upstairs.
"Britt, breakfast is ready." Britt's Dad knocked on the door. Instantly her stomach dropped. But not in a nauseating way. She thought about how her Dad would be so disappointed. How Santana would be mad, and confused. How Artie may not even help her raise the kid. But she was going to keep it. No matter what people thought of her. No matter how much people judged her in the halls of McKinley. She didn't care about the rumours. Because, although it was the size of a pea, she loved the child growing within her.
Brittany smiled at herself in the mirror and sighed. She opened the trash can to throw the tests in the bin, but stopped.
'No. Tell them now. Show them the test.' She thought. 'Get it over and done with.' She shook her head and walked slowly down the stairs.
"Hey Britt, I made breakfast. I know how you sometimes forget to eat breakfast." Her Dad, Jamie, chuckled. She took a whiff of the breakfast, and to her surprise, her stomach didn't lunge.
"Mom, Dad." She gripped the tests tighter. They turned around in unison. "Can-can I tell you something?"
"Yeah, sure honey." Her Mom put down the plate of pancakes and her Dad took a seat next to her at the dining table.
"Um, just be prepared I guess." Britt's hand shook with nerves. Slowly, she took her hands out from under the table. With great difficulty, she uncurled her fingers, dropped the tests and pushed them closer to her parents. They both took a glance at the tests.
"These-these are yours?" Jayne asked quietly. Britt nodded slowly. Her Dad showed a slightly disappointed emotion, with a hint of support. And her Mom. Her Mom's hands were covering her shocked face.
"And, uh, I'm keeping it." Brittany whispered. Her head dropped down and looked down at her lap, her lip quivering. Britt didn't notice her parents standing up and walking over to her. They hugged their daughter with support.
"It's okay Britt." Jamie placed his hands on her shoulder and squeezed it with comfort. "We're gonna get through this, as a family."
"We love you Britt." Jayne smiled sympathetically at her daughter. Britt stood up and pulled them both in for a hug, crying into her Dad's shoulder.
"Please, please don't tell anyone." She begged. They nodded in confirmation.
"Don't worry." Jamie pretended to zip his mouth, causing Britt to smile. Her Mom wiped Britt's tear away from her cheek.
"Well, I will see you both after school." She kissed both of her parents on the cheek. "Thanks." She spun around on her heel and walked out the door backwards.
She arrived at school ten minutes late. And because Santana hadn't written her timetable on her wrist, she didn't know where to go. Britt wondered the halls until she found Santana at lunch.
"Britt, hey. Are you okay? Did you get hurt?" Santana felt her up in all sorts of ways. And not in a sexual way, but just to make sure she didn't have any bumps or bruises. What caught Brittany off guard was her girlfriend brushing her hand against Britt's stomach. She flinched backwards.
Santana knitted her eyebrows together. "You okay?" She asked. Brittany nodded her head and smiled. "Okay. Good." Santana peppered pokes on Britt's stomach playfully. "Good. Good?" She laughed.
"Yeah, I'm great." Britt grinned back and pressed a kiss to Santana's cheek. "Love you."
"Love you too Britt. Let's be getting to Glee club. We really need to practice. Literally no one knows the dance." Santana linked her pinky with Britt's.
"Ah, Brittany." Mr Schue said with that 'Thank God' kind of voice. "Now you can finally teach us the dance."
"Sure thing Mr Schue." She skipped to the middle of the choir room when she stole a glance from Quinn. 'Are you okay?' She mouthed. Britt nodded and counted the group in.
Two days later...
"Hey Britt-Britt. Wanna come to my house?" Santana wrapped her arm around Brittany's waist.
"Um, no. Sorry, I can't." Brittany shook her head. Santana gave her a concerned look. "Look, I want to get my sweet lady lovin' on as well." Britt shimmied her body towards Santana. "But I promised my parents I would have dinner with them. It's kind of a new family thing." She lied. She was going to the ultrasound with Quinn today.
"Okay." Santana shrugged and walked away. Brittany turned her around and pressed her lips onto Santana's, causing a grin to creep up on both of their faces.
"Britt, it's gonna be fine." Quinn squeezed Brittany's hand as they sat in the hospital waiting room.
"But, this." Brittany pointed to her stomach. "This is real. This isn't some messed up dream in my head."
"I got through this, you," Quinn poked her stomach. "can get through this." She giggled.
"Miss Brittany Pierce." The doctor called out.
"Is that me?" Brittany asked Quinn.
"Yeah."
"But I'm Brittany S. Pierce." She said, her eyes widening.
"They only needed your first and last name. C'mon." Quinn stood up and pulled Brittany up with her.
"Hello Miss Pierce. My name is Doctor Blake. Take a seat." She pointed at the bed. Quinn took a seat opposite Brittany. 'It's fine' Quinn mouthed. "Brittany, may I ask how old are you?"
"Seventeen." Britt said quietly.
"Okay. That's fine. And the symptoms?" She asked.
"Oh, just puking every five minutes." 'Morning sickness.' Quinn mouthed. "Morning sickness." Quinn smiled.
"Okay, that's normal Brittany." Dr. Blake started pushing buttons to turn on a machine. "If you'd just lift your t-shirt up for me." Brittany lifted her Cheerio's uniform up to display her stomach. "This'll be cold." She shook a bottle and squirted some blue liquid onto Brittany's stomach.
'It looks like alien poop.' Britt thought. Dr. Blake begun to apply pressure onto Brittany's stomach and her head snapped up. Quinn dragged the chair over next to Britt and took her hand.
"Look." She said quietly, pointing at the screen. Brittany tilted her head to see the screen.
All went silent in the room as the babies heart begun to beat. Brittany gulped, realising what was actually happening. Quinn developed a little, tiny tear in her eye. Brittany bit her lip and smiled slightly, looking at the black and white picture.
Brittany stared deeply into the picture and let a tear flow down her cheek and drip off her chin. How could something so small, make me so happy? She thought.
"It looks like you're about six weeks along Miss Pierce, so no gender today." Dr Blake turned off the screen. "Just go to the desk to book another appointment. And here is a picture and a DVD."
"Um, thanks." Brittany stammered. She took the DVD and picture and left the room, whilst Quinn had gone to book another appointment.
"See, that wasn't so bad." Quinn nudged Brittany playfully, receiving a forced smile back.
"I suppose." Britt shrugged, getting into the car with Quinn. "But how am I suppose to tell Santana and Artie. Everyone's going to f*cking judge me. What about Cheerios?" Brittany rambled.
"Hey, hey Britt. You are not going to die because of this." Quinn slapped Brittany's arm and brought her out of the ramble.
"Ow, freaking abuse." Britt exclaimed, laughing.
"I'm so sorry." Quinn said sarcastically. Brittany nudged her in the arm playfully. "Ow, you b*tch!"
"Hey, no swearing. Baby is officially on board." Brittany shimmied her body into Quinn's.
They continued f*cking about whilst walking home, until a thought crossed Brittany's simple, little mind.
"Can girls get other girls pregnant? Because it would be a lot easier if Santana had knocked me up. That baby would be a lot hotter. Cuter? It would be a preferable option." Brittany said in one breath.
"I'm pretty sure girls can't knock up other girls. Unless Santana has a dick." Brittany shook her head. They arrived back at Brittany's house. "If I'm being honest, a Pierce-Lopez crossover baby would be the hottest kid ever." Quinn said, flopping onto the sofa next to Brittany.
"True." Brittany nodded. Quinn leaned over next to Brittany and used her stomach as a pillow. "You comfortable there Quinn." Brittany poked Quinn's forehead.
"Mhm." She nodded slowly, forming a small grin. She closed her eyes and fell into a light sleep before Brittany could move her. The sleep didn't last long though.
"Brittany, we're home!" Jamie shouted, pushing the front door open. Quinn's head snapped up off Brittany's stomach and she rubbed her eyes. "Quinn! How are you, were you and Brittany doing some, um, homework?" He asked.
"Dad, she knows." Brittany shook her head in shame. She got up and ran to her bag. Her Mom entered the house behind Jamie. "Here." She gave over the picture from the ultrasound to her Mom and Dad. "If you look at closely, it actually doesn't look like a potato." Jamie and Jane smiled at the picture.
"Thank you Quinn." Jane walked over to Quinn and squeezed her tight. "For looking after our baby."
"Hey it's nothing." Quinn brushed her off.
"You can stay here tonight sweetie. It's the least we could do for you." Jane said.
"Thanks Mrs Pierce." Quinn smiled. Once Jamie told them when dinner would be ready, they ran up to Brittany's bedroom.
"Here are some pyjama's." Brittany threw Quinn a pair of Cheerio pyjama shorts and a grey tank top. "For later." She looked over at her phone which was vibrating.
How's that family dinner going? (; - Santana.
It's a lot less interesting without you. Honestly wish you were here. (: - Brittany.
Love you baby, but I gtg. ): - Santana
You forget you were the one who texted me first. (; - Brittany.
I know, I love you. - Santana
Love you too. (: - Brittany.
"You are so in love." Quinn scoffed, rolling her eyes. She sat on the edge of Brittany's bed and wandered her eyes around the room. Brittany put down her phone, realising how unsociable she was being to her guest.
"I know." Brittany responded after a few seconds. She skipped over to her bed and jumped next to Quinn. Being the lightweight she was, Quinn bounced off the bed due to Brittany being slightly heavier. Brittany lay back in fits of laughter when she saw Quinn had landed on the floor on her ass.
"Ow." Quinn winced, which didn't stop Brittany's hysteria. "You're still a b*tch." Quinn scolded, sitting next to Brittany and nudging her shoulder.
"What did I tell you about swearing." Brittany wagged her finger in Quinn's face.
"That's great, use that finger with that little Lima Bean." Quinn poked all over Brittany's stomach.
"Lima Bean, seriously Quinn?" Brittany scoffed. Quinn shrugged.
"Well, for now we can call 'it' Lima Bean, at least until we find out what gender it is. And if I can't find a name, it will be called Lima Bean Pierce-Abrams, curtsey of Quinn Fabray." Brittany dead-panned, putting one hand on her hip.
"Pierce-Abrams?" Quinn questioned. "I swear the Father's name is suppose to come first."
"Nope, I simply refuse to let Artie take first spot. I mean, Abrams-Pierce, that sounds weird." Brittany waved the air.
"Okay, so you're gonna call your kid Lima Bean, but you refuse to use Abrams-Pierce as your kid last name." Quinn asked, furrowing her eyebrows. Brittany nodded quickly. She opened a drawer to find herself a pair of pyjamas. Quinn got up behind her and placed her chin on Brittany's shoulder looking into the drawer.
"Wrong drawer." Brittany was about to push it closed when Quinn stopped her.
"Oh sweet Lord Jesus, I forgot you had a knee high sock fetish." Quinn laughed and Brittany blushed of embarrassment. They both looked into a drawer and stared at the pairs and pairs of socks Brittany had been collecting over the years. "I really hope that Lima Bean doesn't obtain that, which is only one of your many, weird fetish."
"Hey," Brittany whacked Quinn's arm, "Santana thinks it is adorable."
"Girls, dinner is ready!" Jane shouted. Brittany took Quinn's wrist and dragged her down the stairs into the kitchen. The smell of beef and gravy hit Brittany's nose. She quickly let go of Quinn's wrist and ran to the bathroom by herself. Quinn crossed her arms across her chest and smirked, shaking her head and sighing. She continued walking downstairs by herself and went into the bathroom and drew circles into Britt's back with her palm and held her hair back.
"There there, Britt." She patted Brittany's back and gave her a wet towel to wipe around her mouth. "C'mon." She took Brittany by the lower arm and brought her into the dining room.
"You okay sweetie?" Jamie asked, placing Brittany's food in front of her. Britt nodded silently, looking at her dinner in deep thought. There was something missing. She put her index finger onto her lip, still in deep thought.
Soy sauce Brittany thought and grinned. She got up from the dining table and went into the cupboards in the kitchen. Aha she thought again. She pulled out the soy sauce and poured some on her beef and then in her gravy. Quinn, Jamie and Jane all looked at her with knitted eyebrows.
"What?" She asked. They all shrugged it off.
"Cravings." Quinn and Jane said in unison.
A/N; I hope you enjoyed that! With this fanfic, I won't be doing too many time skips so you'll see Brittany's full pregnancy. How do you think Santana and Artie will find out? And the glee club?
Hope I'm not going too fast with this, I've never been good with pacing myself.
What do you want Brittany to have, girl or boy? And what will the Lima Bean be called?
Thank you for reading, hope you enjoyed and please comment and review and all those good things! (: