Read the A/N at the end of this chapter!
"Britt, hey, Britt." Santana drew light circles on Brittany's cheeks as she began to wake up. They had laid her down on three chairs. She had only been out for a minute, maybe less, before she woke up.
"You okay?" Quinn asked, crouched down beside her. Santana gave a bottle of water to her. Brittany took a swig of the water before being eased up into sitting position.
"Yeah." She closer her eyes tightly and opened them again. "What happened?"
"Uh, you just passed out. Probably to hot and stuff." Santana took a seat next to Brittany and squeezed her knee.
"Okay." Brittany nodded.
"Don't worry, it's normal to faint. Heck, I fainted thousands of times when I was pregnant." Quinn scoffed at her past.
Brittany's eyes widened as she saw a furious Sue Sylvester appear in the doorway. "Brittany! In my office, now!" And she stormed off. The tall blonde pursed her lips together and said nothing. She stood up slowly.
"She's gonna kick me off the Cheerio's." Brittany panicked. "Like she did with Q."
"No, you'll be fine." Santana rolled her eyes lightly, smiling softly. "Your her Star Cheerio." Quinn punched her in the arm playfully. "You were a b*tch."
"Britt, not gonna sugar-coat it, you probably will have to take a break from the Cheerio's." Quinn said coldly. What? She wasn't going to let Brittany give her hopes up.
"Quinn!" Santana snapped her head in Q's direction.
"What? I got kicked of the Cheerio's so it's very likely that Britt will too." Quinn shrugged.
"Okay, I'm gonna go now." Brittany said, walking backwards out of the Choir Room. Her hands were shaking as she felt the eyes of every McKinley student on her. She made a sharp turn into Sue's office.
"Ah, sweet sweet Brittany." Coach turned around with her arms folded. "Take a seat." She gestured to the chair at the other need of her desk. "A little birdy told me you have a bun in the oven."
"Mhm." She replied quietly, nodding her head slowly.
God, just kick me off the team already. Brittany thought. The suspension was too much.
"Well, for the sake of the Cheerio's, you're not technically off the team. I won't have you perform per se, for health reasons." But you were fine shooting me out of a canon. "But I am offering you the job of Co-captain with Santana. Since Becky has left, I've needed a new partner in crime. And you, my blonde duck, are just the person I need." Brittany's grin winded at the news. "Keep the uniform."
"Thanks Coach." Brittany turned her head around, saw Quinn and Santana standing outside and gave them a thumbs up. "You won't regret this."
"Now, get out of my office. Go and join Q and Sandbags. I gotta clean out my mini fridge. Ovule explosion." Brittany scrunched her face in disgust and joined the rest of the Unholy Trinity.
"What happened?" Quinn asked first.
"Ovule explosion." Brittany shrugged, walking into a bathroom stall.
"No, with the Cheerio's babe." Santana asked through the stall door. Britt flushed the toilet and was taken back by the fact that Quinn and Santana were so close to the stall.
"Geez guys, some space?" She said, flustered. "And she made me co-captain with Santana. I'm not allowed to be apart of performances but I get to do all the behind the scenes work with Santana." Brittany reached out for Santana's hand and squeezed it.
"Aw, I'm happy for you Britt." Quinn poked her best friend's cheek lightly and playfully.
"You two are the best." Brittany removed herself from Santana's grip and made her way into the middle of them both. She wrapped her arms around their necks and ruffled their hair.
"I got to go. Library. Study date with Sam." Quinn said once they got outside. Santana and Brittany said their goodbyes and headed back to Brittany's house. Santana rested her head on Brittany's shoulder intertwined their fingers as they turned down onto Brittany's street.
As soon as they arrived at Brittany's house, they saw her parents at the table with her sister. Jamie and Jayne turned their heads to see Santana and Brittany and gestured that they sit down.
"Girls, we wanted to talk to you about the situation." Jamie spoke up after several awkward seconds of silence. "You know, grown up talk and stuff." Jamie looked flustered and embarrassed and handed over to Jane.
"Your Father and I were talking-"
"Wait, why am I here?" Brittany's older sister, Kaylee, asked.
"Because you were in town and you are family. This is your niece or nephew we're talking about here." Jane shot her a glance and rolled her eyes. "First of all Santana, how do you intend on being involved?"
"Well, I am here to support Brittany in any form, shape or way. I know raising a kid is hard and we are probably way too young, but a child of Brittany's is a child of mine." Santana said and was returned a light thigh squeeze from Brittany. 'Thank you' Brittany whispered softly into Santana's ear.
"And what about Artie, how does he intend on being involved?" Jamie asked, being the over protective father he was.
"Money and stuff. He said he would help with paying for the sonogram's and some baby stuff, equipment things." Brittany said. "He doesn't want to be seen as the Father, just an Uncle or family friend."
"Okay, fair enough." He nodded, sat back down and un-crossed his arms.
"That's why I'm here." Santana raised her hand. "I intend on being the little guy's other Mom person, a kids gotta have two parents right?" Jamie and Jane nodded. Kayle had zoned out of the conversation totally. Brittany had noticed that her Mom's eyes were glassy with tears.
"Mom, are you crying?" Brittany gasped. Jane smiled through the tears, wiping them away.
"My baby is having a baby. I'm gonna have a gran-baby." Jane laugh-cried whilst Brittany got up and wrapped her arms around the back of her Mom. "I'm gonna be a Grammy."
"Aw, Mom." Brittany kissed the crown of her head. She looked back up at Santana, her arms still wrapped around her Mom, and giggled a little. C'mere she mouthed, twitching her head. Santana joined in on a family hug, soon followed by Jamie.
"Kaylee, get over here." Jamie cackled, squishing his family together. She got up, groaning.
"Brittany, you're an idiot for getting knocked up," she nudged her sister playfully, "but it's okay because us Pierce girls make hot babies." She reached over her Mom's head and gave Brittany a high five. "And Santana." Santana's eyes widened in fear she was going to go through the talk with Kaylee. "I disagree, it's totally gonna be a girl."
"No, I gots these Mami instincts. It's totally a boy." Santana referred to her body as she said 'Mami'.
"Girls." Jane shook her hands in order to gain personal space. "Brittany, your Father and I were talking. As a little present, we have repainted Kaylee and your's old crib from when you were babies. And we want her, or him, to have the room. Surprise." Of course, jazz hands.
"Oh, Mom. You know we could of-"
"No, no. Shush child. Don't you dare argue against Mom, you won't win." Kaylee pressed her index finger against Britt's lips. Britt giggled and licked Kaylee's finger, much to her sister's disgust. What? She could have bitten her.
"Thanks Mom, Dad." Brittany said. "Kaylee, I guess." She shrugged. She took Santana's hand and lead her upstairs.
"Britt," Santana tapped on her girlfriends shoulder. She stood in the middle of the room behind Brittany.
"Mhm." Britt spun around on her heel and nodded.
"When, when is the next ultrasound, or sonogram? Or whatever." She asked nervously, playing with the hem of her Cheerio's jumper.
"In a couple weeks, why?" Brittany furrowed her eyebrows together.
"No, just wondering. I just kind of want to meet the Little Bean in person. Well, on a screen." Santana scoffed, with a hint of laughter.
"And I can't wait for you to meet her." Brittany jumped forward on her tip toes and put all her weight on Santana's shoulders.
"Him." Santana rolled her eyes. "I promise you, it's gonna be a boy." She took Brittany's hands off her shoulder and pushed her back down.
"Whatever." Britt laughed and took Santana's index finger. She dragged her over to the bed and cuddled into her. "It's gonna be a girl though." Brittany mumbled into Santana's chest.
"That's not fair, you have an unfair advantage." Santana leaned down and poked at Brittany's stomach.
"Okay, we've literally had this conversation millions of times, can we just not." Brittany whined, turning on her side to face Santana.
"Okay." Santana stroked her girlfriends cheek and smiled. She placed a kiss right where she had been stroking.
Saturday, December 8th (8 weeks along).
"You know we don't have to tell your parents today. If your not comfortable." Brittany reassured Santana as they drove up Santana's road.
"No, I want to tell them today. I mean, I might as well get it over and done with." Santana shrugged, pulling into the driveway.
"If they're not supportive, you can always stay at my place. Or whatever." Brittany reached over to where Santana's hands were on the driving wheel and traced a line down her lower arm.
"I know. And if they don't want to be supportive, I don't care. Because I want to look after my child." Santana smiled lightly at Britt at the thought of her child. "C'mon." Santana hopped out of the car, followed by Brittany.
The brunette unlocked the door and walked in to smell her Mom cooking.
"Mija, I'm in the kitchen!" Her Mom called. They both made their way to the kitchen, Brittany trying to hold back the vomit. "Ah, Brittany darling." Sonya Lopez embraced her daughters girlfriend. "You are glowing. Santana must be doing wonders for you in the-"
"Mom!" Santana yelled in embarrassment.
"Well, she is ama-"
"Britt, not you too." Santana groaned, rolling her eyes. "Ay dios mio." She muttered.
"Dinner will be served soon Mija, your Papí is in the living room." She smiled, gesturing they sit in on the couch next to him.
"Mija, mwah." Antonio Lopez placed a kiss on his daughters forehead before letting her sit down. "How was school yesterday Santana, since you rushed off to Brittany's yesterday after school."
"School was great Papí. I'm getting plenty of solos in Glee club." She cheered, giving Brittany a high five.
"That's nice Mija, and the Cheerios?"
"Sue is pushing us like her life depends on us dying." Brittany interrupted.
"Ooh, and Brittany is co-captain on the Cheerios with me now Papí." Santana shot Brittany a beaming grin.
"Congratulations Brittany."
"Dinner is served." Sonya brought out rice, beans and salsa. As per usual in the Lopez house. Thankfully, this didn't turn Brittany's stomach.
Nor Santana or Brittany knew how to bring up the situation. They kind of hoped that Santana's father had delivered a baby that day and mentioned it so they'd be on the topic of babies. Or one of her Mothers co-workers were pregnant. But unfortunately, that sort of topic was not brought.
So Santana decided to bring it up.
"So, babies. Aren't they cute?" Santana said in the most un-Santana way.
"Mija, what are you talking about?" Her father shot her a confused look.
"Just, babies in general. They're adorable." She carried on. Brittany looked up at her and gulped. Where was she going with this? "And, I think everyone deserves to have a child. Ain't that right Britt?"
"Yeah, sure." She shrugged.
"Santana, you're freaking us out. What's wrong?" Her mother asked slowly.
"I guess I'm just gonna say it." Breathe. "BrittanyspregnantandIamgoingtosupporther." Santana said in a flash.
"What Santana, I didn't quite get that." Antonio cupped his ear.
"Brittany is pregnant and I am going to support her." She said slower. Her parents faces didn't display a huge amount of any emotion.
"What about the real father Santana?" Sonya asked.
"He doesn't want to be involved in raising the kid." Santana explained the situation with Artie. "And before I was Brittany's girlfriend, I was her best friend. Still am. And as her best friend, and her girlfriend, I want to support her and raise the child like my own. Because he/she is my child too."
"Santana, this is very brave of you." Antonio patted her knee reassuringly. "And I would like to support you in any way possible, Sonya?"
"This is very unexpected. But no matter, you are my daughter Santana, as are you Brittany, and I want to support you. But I won't sugar-coat it Mija, this is going to be tough. It isn't a walk in the park. But we will help and support you in every way. Both of you. Because we love you." Sonya said with tears in her brown orbs.
"Thank you Mamí." Santana jumped on her mother, giving her parents a group hug.
"Of course Mija, anything. As long as you don't screw up my grandchild. Or I will beat you with a stick."
A/N; I'm not sure how I feel about this chapter. But at least we got somewhere. And Santana's parents are supportive! Yay!
I'm still taking names and gender suggestions. Although I've kind of got it figured out!
So, I really really need storyline suggestions. You see, I planned out the beginning and the end. But not really the middle. And I feel like every pregnancy and relationship needs it's drama so... Please leave storyline suggestions and I will love you forever!
Thank you for all the support you've given me! Really appreciated! Oh, and once again if I'm going to fast, for the love of God slow me down! By all means, tell me! If not, I'll continue at this pace!
Thanks!