That same night.
"Did you ask her San?" Brittany asked once Quinn had gone to the bathroom.
"Yeah. And she said yes baby." Santana pressed Britt onto the bed, pushing a strand of her blonde hair behind her ear. She lifted a leg over Britt's body and straddled her wait. She trailed her hand under Brittany's Cheerio's t-shirt and gripped her waist, beginning to kiss her. Brittany trailed her tongue across Santana's bottom lip, begging for an entrance. She lifted her hand to cup Santana's-
"Guys, seriously?" Quinn scoffed, throwing her clothes at them.
"Ew, Quinn bra." Santana mocked, throwing her clothes back. "Don't worry, we'll get our mack on soon." Santana whispered, kissing her forehead. Brittany groaned and crossed her arms. Her head began to pound she winced a little. "Britt, you okay?"
"Yeah, just a headache." She sat up and stared at the wall, trying to clear her mind so the headache would stop.
"Britt." Quinn snapped her fingers in front of the blonde's face. "Take these, and some water." She handed Britt some Tylenol and a glass of water.
She threw back the pills downed the water. "Thanks." Brittany smiled lightly. Santana got up from the edge of the bed and turned on a movie and scooped out some ice cream.
"I don't know why, but ice cream tends to help me with headaches." Santana grinned, crawling up the bed again. Quinn rolled her eyes at the two being cute.
"You guys are so cute." Quinn said, sitting nearer the other end of the bed. Brittany whispered something in Santana's ear, causing the Latina to smile and nod.
"Quinn, would you mind doing us a favour?" Brittany asked.
"You guys really want to have sex don't you?" She scoffed, getting of the bed and heading for the door.
"No, Quinn. Come back." Brittany said. Quinn did what she was told and sat at the end of the bed again. "It's something else."
"No, I won't be your birthing partner. Yes, you can have some of my maternity clothes." Quinn nodded slowly.
"No, that's not the question Stretch Marks." Santana commented. "She's trying to ask you whether you want to be the Godmother of our kid?" Santana asked in a monotone voice.
"Yes!" Quinn squealed and jumped on the bed between the two of them.
"Okay Fabray, you stay on the other side of Britt. You may be my best friend and the godmother of my child, but you is to close to me and my personal space." Santana said whilst Britt rolled Quinn over her body lightly.
After a few minutes of actually watching the movie, Brittany fell asleep with Santana's arms wrapped around her shoulder and her other on Britt's stomach. She looked over Brittany and saw that Quinn had fallen asleep too.
"I guess it's just you and me Mijo. I'm just guessing that you're a boy." She shimmied down a little, making sure to not to wake Britt. "I think you can hear me. I researched it, and it seems that you've grown ears and arms and legs an stuff." She giggled, keeping her voice low. "You're tiny though, so you have tiny ears so I won't speak too loud. Plus, I don't want to wake your Momma. Mommy. Mama. Whatever you wanna call her." Brittany stirred in her sleep a little. "Looks like your waking your Momma up, so I'm gonna go and you might wanna sleep baby boy. Or girl. Love you." She lifted Brittany's shirt up a little and kissed her stomach. Brittany's eyes fluttered opened and smiled.
"You really aren't a bad ass Lopez." Quinn croaked, sitting up. Santana flipped her off, flustered.
"Yeah, you are really cute San." Brittany laughed lightly, sitting up.
"What did you hear Fabray?" Santana asked in a low voice, still embarrassed.
"Absolutely everything Lopez." She sniggered.
"I'm gonna go get changed." Santana said, standing up and picked out some pyjamas.
"Aw, San. Don't be embarrassed, it was cute. And we won't tell anyone." Brittany promised. Santana left the room without saying a word. "Thank you Quinn. I know being the Godmother is a big role in a kids life. Thank you." She reached over and gave Quinn a tight hug.
"You ready for your next ultrasound. It's the ten week ultrasound, that's when I found the gender of Beth." She said the ending a little quieter. "Do you wanna find out the gender?"
"I t-think I d-do." She stammered. She had forgotten that they'd find out the gender next week. Actually, she didn't know. Brittany had just presumed it would take a couple of months. She wanted it to take a couple of months so she wouldn't have to buy clothes or decorate the room.
"You think you do, what about Santana?" Quinn asked.
"I don't know. It's going to get really serious and real when we find out. And I'm positive that Santana has bets going around the Glee club about the gender." She scoffed, smiling.
"You're gonna be fine. You'll have Santana there with you. And yeah, she tried to make a bet with me. She's really set that it's going to be a boy." Quinn snickered.
"Do you think she'll be sad if its a girl?" Brittany asked.
"No, no. I don't think she cares whether its a boy or a girl. She will love you and it unconditionally." Quinn reassured, squeezing her arm.
"I'm actually really excited to have a baby." Brittany smiled, laying her hands on her stomach.
"Really, I was terrified." Quinn grinned. "But I'm sure you'll be fine. You have Santana fighting off everyone who gets in your way. Puck did absolutely nothing to help me apart from the birth."
"Yeah, and I have you to help me." She nudged Quinn's shoulder playfully.
"Okay, stop the sap-fest." Santana walked through the door smirking. She pounced on Brttany and kissed her forehead before flopping in the middle of them, closing her eyes to sleep.
"Have you guys picked out a name for a boy or a girl?" Quinn asked. Brittany and Santana looked at each other and smiled.
"Yeah, if it's a boy..." (A/N Ha, I'm not giving it away that easily.)
Next day at school.
"Is it a girl? Please tell me its a girl." Kurt begged for an answer. "I-I can buy her-"
"If I've told you once, I've told you a million times, we don't know whether it's a boy or a girl Porcelain." Santana said, taking a seat.
"Okay, be sure that I know first." He smiled, taking the seat in front of her.
"Whatever." Santana mumbled. Brittany ran into the room and sat next to Santana and took her hand. She squeezed it and smiled as Mr Schue walked in the room.
"Sectionals!" He shouted. "I have found another Journey song that we haven't done!" He yelled.
"Seriously Mr Schue, another Journey song." Santana scoffed, rolling her eyes.
"Well, have you got something better Santana?" He asked.
"I have actually." She stood up, achieving some claps. "I slowed it down a little. But this is dedicated to Brittany, and my future child. And Artie, this song is actually for a baby not your ex-girlfriend." She rolled her eyes, remembering the time he sung this to and about Brittany.
"Isn't She Lovely"
Isn't she lovely
Isn't she wonderful
Isn't she precious
Less than one minute old
I never thought through love we'd be
Making one as lovely as she
But isn't she lovely made from love
Isn't she pretty
Truly the angel's best
Boy, I'm so happy
We have been heaven blessed
I can't believe what God has done
Through us he's given life to one
But isn't she lovely made from love
"I don't care if we're having a boy or a girl, that song was for her slash him." Santana bent down next to a crying Brittany. She stood up, hugged her and then kissed her forehead. "I love you Brit." She pulled away, took Brittany to stand up and wrapped her arms around her.
"I love you too San." She sobbed into Santana's embrace. "That was beautiful." She choked. "Okay, these freaking hormones are making me cry way too much." Brittany laughed, wiping away the tears on her cheeks. Everyone in the Glee club stood up ad huddled around them, showing their support.
"Okay, come on guys." Mr Schue said over all the chattering. "Santana that was beautiful, but not for Sectionals. But very very moving." He chuckled.
"Okay Mr Schue." She nodded, giggling.
"Mr Schue, I think they're ready." Rachel said.
"Ready for what?" Brittany asked, furrowing her eyebrows. Mike and Puck got up, went outside and dragged something into the Choir Room. Mr Schue whipped off the blanket and unveiled a red, wooden crib.
"We put our money together, bought a crib and painted it red and bought a tiny mattress." Puck said, gripping the crib. Brittany and Santana covered their mouths in shock.
"G-guys, you didn't h-have to do this." Santana breathed.
"Yeah, we did. You guys are apart of the Glee club, so this kid is a part of the Glee club. And we'd do anything for each other." Puck said.
"Yeah, we know how hard this is going to be. Emotionally. And we can't that much that but we can help you with the small stuff. Like the crib, every kid needs a cool crib and since we figured its a McKinley kid, we painted it red." Finn got up and gave a goofy smile. Santana got up first and hugged the two boys. She looked back at Brittany who was staring into space, her face had no expression.
"Britt." Santana turned around, laughing. "Britt you okay?" She asked, walking over to her and frowning.
"Yeah, I'm fine. Mr Schue, can I be excused?" She asked, standing up. He nodded and let Brittany leave. Santana went to chase after her but Quinn stopped her.
"Just, lemme talk to her San." She said quietly, gripping her shoulder. Santana nodded and let her go.
"Britt." Quinn called down the hall. She ran down all the halls and looked in all the bathrooms. "Brittany!" She went outside to find her, but Brittany was no where to be seen. The last place she could think of was the auditorium. Sure enough, that's where she found her. She was on stage dancing slowly. Without music. Quinn knew that the only time Brittany was thinking deeply was when she was dancing without music.
The lyrics get into her head and distract her she thought, smiling.
"Hey Britt." Quinn climbed onto the stage. "You okay? You ran out of there pretty quickly."
"Just the whole thing piled up in my head and I felt like I was going to explode." Brittany sat down next to Quinn on the stage. "And I just wanted to dance whilst I still could." She smiled lightly.
"You'll be able to dance after you have the kid. This year you'll have to take it easy, but you've got next year. And your Senior year is the most important one, Junior year is irrelevant anyway." Quinn shrugged, rubbing Brittany's back.
"How am I suppose to raise a baby?" Brittany inhaled in between sobs. "I'm sixteen. I-I don't know how to raise a child." She leaned her head on Quinn's shoulder. "I have my whole life ahead of me. And seeing that crib that you guys got, it made me realise that this isn't some stupid fantasy. This is real f*cking life. A-and I can't go around thinking everything is okay, that it's normal. It's not."
"It's going to be okay. You have me, Santana and Artie. And the whole Glee club is supporting you through all of this. You have your family." She wrapped her arm around the sobbing blonde.
"I'm so f*cking stupid." She choked. "I want an abortion, I'm getting a f*cking ab-"
"No, your not. That's crazy talk Brit." Quinn made the blonde look at her in the eye. "That's all the hormones talking. Don't even consider that." She lightly whacked Brittany on the head lightly.
"Okay, okay." Brittany shrugged, smiling at Quinn.
"C'mere." Quinn wrapped her arms around Brittany's neck. "I love you." She pulled away. "You ready for that important ultrasound?"
Day of the ultrasound. (22nd Of December)
"You okay San, you look like you're gonna throw up?" Brittany laughed, squeezing Santana's hand.
"Yeah, I'm just super nervous. Sorry if I do throw up." She took a deep breath and closed her eyes. "I'm gonna pass out and die. Right here. Right now. I-I can't do this. Nope. Nope." She shook her head quickly, her eyes still closed.
"You're not going to die." Brittany scoffed. "None of us are going to die." Britt took Santana's hand and placed it on her stomach. She then leaned over the chair and kissed her cheek.
"B-but we're going to find out whether its a boy or a girl today. Not only do I find out the gender of my first child, but I could potentially lose out on a lot of money." Brittany scowled at her girlfriend. "Sorry, I kinda made some bets. I thought if I could get some money, I could buy something for the baby." Santana shrugged.
"It's okay." Brittany turned her girlfriend's face and pressed a kiss on her lips. "Maybe you could use some of that money to bring me out on a well deserved date."
"Well, Brittany S. Pierce, would you let me bring you to Breadstix on a well overdue date?" Santana asked, smiling.
"Ummmm, yeah. Why not?" She giggled. Then the nurse came out of a room asking for Brittany.
"C'mon." Santana dragged Brittany up by the hands.
"Miss Pierce, hop up onto the table please." Dr. Blake informed, turning on the ultrasound screen. "How have you been Brittany?"
"I've been fine, just the normal symptoms I guess." She shrugged. Santana dragged her chair over to be next to Brittany. "Oh, and I've been taking those vitamin things. And drinking loads of water."
"That's great Miss Pierce." She begun to squirt the blue gel on Brittany's bare stomach. Santana took her hand and kissed her knuckles. She began to shed a tear as the figure begun to appear on the screen and the heartbeat surrounded the room.
"It's beautiful." Santana sniffed.
"Would you like to know the gender?" Dr. Blake asked. Both girls looked at each other and Brittany nodded.
"Yeah." Santana answered, clearing away all of her tears. Brittany looked at Santana and smiled.
"Well, girls. It looks like you're going to have a baby..."
A/N;
Ha, didn't think I'd give away the gender that easily. But you'll find out next chapter... Only if you want me to reveal it. Keep suggesting names, storylines and even genders.
Hope you enjoyed that chapter, and please do tell me if I'm going to fast. I'm so bad at pacing because I really like getting to the juicy sh*t, but I'm trying to slow it down and keep it at a nice pace.
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P.S; I changed Britt's age to Sixteen and she's in her Junior year (;