April 11th (24 weeks along)
Santana had Brittany living like a queen. Every time she sits on the sofa, San is there to massage her aching feet. In bed, Santana makes sure that Brittany has all the pillows she wants and needs, even if that means she has to sleep with no pillows. If Brittany is hungry, Santana is on it. Ever since Brittany had a melt down and fainted, Santana had been taking care of her. Almost a little too much.
Brittany has just hit her third and final trimester of being pregnant. They had celebrated her birthday just a week ago and literally all she got were baby presents. And a little duck charm from Santana to go on her bracelet. Her room was covered in maternity clothes. All her ligaments were aching and she didn't get any sleep with all the kicking Lucas was doing at night. And of course the insecurities and hormones are what hit her most. Being pregnant really started to take its toll on the blonde.
"Britt, you awake?" Santana creaked Brittany's bedroom door open a crack. Brittany squirmed around the bed, beginning to awaken, "I brought you breakfast." Santana shook the plate of bacon and egg. Brittany groaned and pulled the covers over her ears.
"Go away, Brittany nor Lucas are here, they are both sleeping," Brittany whined. Santana sighed and put the plate on a chest of drawers.
"Britt, you can't sleep all day," the Latina sat at the edge of the bed.
"Yes, I can," Brittany replied, "in these past few seconds of me completely ignoring the fact that you have breakfast for me, I have decided that I am going to sleep until I go into labour," Brittany peaked her head up from under the covers, "and that's final." And she was back under the covers within a millisecond.
"You are getting up, having breakfast and we are going out," Santana tossed the cover off Brittany, "please." She didn't want to piss Brittany of. It happened very rarely, but Brittany was worse than Santana when she got pissed of.
"Okay, but I'm annoyed at you," Brittany glared at her girlfriend, "but I'm also hungry, so, can I have the food?" She reached her arms out and Santana got up and gave her over the plate of food.
"Love you too," Santana replied sarcastically. Brittany completely blanked her and scoffed down the food on her plate, "after you're finished with that, we can leave."
"Where are we going?" Brittany swallowed her food.
"I have no idea, we're just going to walk, get out of this house," Santana leaned forward to kiss Brittany, the blonde leaned back, "kiss? Please?" Santana pouted.
"On the cheek," Santana kissed Brittany's cheek, "I'm still mad at you." She poked at her breakfast, "thank you for the breakfast."
"You're really not good at this 'being mad' thing," Santana caressed her girlfriend's cheek. Brittany shook her head, "you're just very very cute."
"I really dislike you right now, but I would love some carrots and chocolate," Brittany un-subtly hinted at Santana. Santana got up and took the plate downstairs. She was about to get a bow of carrots and nutella when the doorbell went. They were the only people in the house so she went to answer it.
"Who is it?" Brittany shouted.
"I'm checking now babe," Santana replied loudly before opening the door slowly. Behind it was- "Kaylee? What're you doing here?"
"I'm here because I want to spend the day with my sister, and I wanted to talk to you." She took a step inside. Santana began to worry about what Kaylee wanted to talk about it.
"SANTANA!" Brittany screamed and the Latina sighed, "who the f*ck is it?"
"It's Kaylee!" Santana replied, pinching the bridge of her nose, "what do you want to talk about?"
"You and Britt okay?" Kaylee asked, taking a seat on the sofa.
"Yeah, we're fine. I'm just tired, midnight craving's duty," Santana laughed, taking a seat, "I think she just wants to sleep all day."
"Can't blame here, being pregnant makes you tired," Kayle replied, "I just wanted to make sure everything was okay and that you're treating my little sister right," she teased.
"Yeah, we've been absolutely fine. Nothing much has happened since the fainting episode, I'm making sure she's taking her vitamins and doing whatever she's asking for," Santana explained.
"That's what I like to hear," Kaylee nodded in approval, "and what about that Alex guy, he hasn't been bothering you or anything?"
"No, no, I think he transferred actually, it's all good," Santana replied.
"Good, and what about Quinn?"
"Uh, I think she just made it official with Rachel."
"Oh, that's good," Kaylee said solemnly.
"Kay, why are you really here? I know you trust me," Santana turned her head to make eye contact with Kaylee.
"I just, I, uhm, I just found out that Kent has been cheating on me for the past two years, I knew at the dinner. I've known for a while that things haven't been right between Kent and me. I'm filling for a divorce and for full custody of Ollie. I guess that's why I kept giving you dirty looks at the dinner, I was jealous of you and Britt, and Lucas I guess. That kind of sad, being jealous of your little sister, isn't it?" She laughed through her tears.
"Hey, why didn't you tell us?"
"I-I couldn't. I found out that Alex is Kent's little brother. I went to drop Ollie of at his parents for the day and he answered the door. I yelled at him, screamed at him. And Ollie saw all of it. Kent's parents are filling a statement against me, they don't think I'm a good parent to Ollie. I'm gonna lose him, I can't lose him," Kayle sniffed.
"You're not going to lose him Kay, you are so good to him. You've raised him so well, the can't take him away from you. Kent is a dick, and so is his brother," Santana laughed softly, "my parents fought in front of me and Grace all the time. One outburst isn't going to do any harm."
"You're right, it's just one statement," Kaylee wiped away all her tears.
"If you need any help, I could always file a statement for you," Santana blurted out.
"No, I can't ask you to do that."
"Why not? I've seen you in action with Ollie, it wouldn't do anyone any harm," Santana replied, scooting away from Kaylee a little.
"Seriously Santana, it's fine."
"Okay, but if you need anything, you have got a family looking out for you," she smirked, "how about Brittany, you and I grab some lunch. We can all talk about our feelings and sh*t," Santana rolled her eyes, "or whatever sisters and sister in laws do. Speaking of sister in laws, I wanted to ask you-" With that, she heard another doorbell ring - "I'll talk to you later." Santana shot up to answer the door.
"SANTANA, WHO THE F*CK IS IT?" Brittany shouted. She opened her bedroom door and walked halfway down the stairs. Behind the front door was Grace, giving Brittany the signature 'eyebrow raise'. "Oh, hey Grace. Mr Lopez." She waved. "And Kaylee. I'm gonna get a jacket, then we can leave." She went to go back upstairs but turned around, "Kaylee, I'm sorry about what happened. I heard everything. Mom still has monitor's around the house." She walked back up stairs.
"Wait, she had monitors in this place?" Santana asked, furrowing her eyebrows, "oh sweet Jesus, she heard us having sex." She muttered to herself.
"So, where are we going?" Kaylee asked.
"Breadstix, seriously?" Grace whined.
"It was suppose to be me and Britt's day out, so be happy that you two are even invited," Santana scolded, opening the door. She led them to a booth and they sat down. There was a silence between the four girls. Santana placed her hand on Brittany's thigh and the blonde covered her hand.
A familiar voice ringed in their ears, "Hello ladies, what can I get you?" They looked up to see Alex smirking down at them.
"Jesus Christ, can we please-"
"Actually, it's Alex, but yes I am also one of the greatest men on earth. I mean, I am quite the kisser, ain't that right Santana?" he shot back.
"Okay, we don't want any trouble here-" Kaylee started.
"Oh, hey. Kaylee, how's, uhm, how's Ollie, shouldn't you be home with him, I mean these are your last couple of days with him," he commented. Everyone could see the anger in Kaylee's eyes.
"Can you just take our order?" Brittany hissed.
"Brittany, right? Your the dumb blonde right? Your the stupid sister who got knocked up. Your girlfriend cheated on you, right?" He said in a cool tone.
"Okay, you are a d*ckhead, you can't talk sh*t about my girlfriend or her sister. Can you just take our f*cking order," Santana replied sternly. He took their orders and left to give them to the chef. "He's such a f*cking idiot."
"Can we just forget about him, we're suppose to be having a fun day," Brittany beamed, seeming un-phased by what just happened.
"Yeah, sorry," Santana turned her head and squeezed Brittany's hand that was now on her thigh.
"I'm serious, why isn't she going out with her. It's obvious they're made for each other. She freakin' ambushed her in the shower, she's already seen everything. That Jesse kid is stupid and not even that cute, he should totally go out with Benji," Santana complained at the screen.
"All I hear is 'rainbows, gay rainbows' not everyone is gay," Grace scolded her older sister, "Jesse is hot by the way."
"Yeah he is," The Pierce sister's said in sync.
"Okay, that's creepy," Grace said.
"I seriously need someone here who's gay."
"Call Quinn," Brittany said, totally engrossed in the movie. Santana crawled over her legs to grab her phone. She called Quinn.
Why are you calling me?
Hello to you too Q.
Why are you calling me?
Because I need someone gay here, as quick as possible. There all fawning over some guy and I need you here to prove that Anna Kendrick is hot.
Okay, I'm on my way. What movie are you watching?
Pitch Perfect, why?
Brittany Snow is way hotter than Anna Kendrick.
Totally called it, I knew you had a thing for her. Santana put down her phone and squealed.
"Quinn is on her way," she poked her head through the door, "I'm gonna get some popcorn." Santana ran down the stairs. She was surprised to hear someone else running down the stairs behind her.
"San," Kaylee put her hand on Santana's shoulder, "hey, you wanted to talk about something?"
"Yeah, no, its fine. We don't need to talk about it," Santana brushed her off, putting the popcorn bag in the microwave.
"Talk to me Santana, what's bothering you?"
"What if I said I wanted to ask for your's and your parents blessing to ask Brittany to marry me?"
Kaylee crossed her arms and furrowed her eyebrows, "excuse me?"
"Yeah, I bought her a ring and I want to ask her to marry me."
"No, I won't allow it."
"Why not?"
"You fought of your father because he was forcing you to marry her, you can't let him win," Kaylee exclaimed.
"Kay, I love her. She loves me. I want to marry her. I am ready to marry her, if that means going against your word, then screw your judgement. I came to you because I respect and love your family enough to ask. You know that B and I are meant to be. You're letting your own marriage issues get in the way of making your little sister happy!" Santana exclaimed.
"Brittany is happy. She's happy with where you guys are right now, don't ruin that Santana. You know deep inside that this isn't what you want-"
"How the f*ck would you know what we want?"
"Santana, please don't do this. Marriage will ruin everything you guys have."
"No, it won't. I'm going to marry her, and you can't stop me." By now, Santana was crying. She had hoped that Kaylee would be supportive of her decision. Her decision that had taken her months to make. She remembered back to one of the first times she came over to Brittany's house.
"Mommy, Daddy this is Santana," nine year old Brittany introduced her best friend, "she is my best best best friend."
"Nice to meet you finally Santana," Jamie spoke up.
"Can we have juice boxes?" Brittany pleaded. Jane nodded and led Brittany into the kitchen, leaving Santana and Jamie in the living room alone.
"I am very happy that you and Brittany met, you're one of her only friends," Jamie said to the nine year old Latina.
"I am happy I met Britt-Britt too. She's very pretty," Santana said, blushing, "one day, I'm going to marry her."
"Are you now?" Santana nodded, "well when you do, ask me first. You're guaranteed my blessing."
"Okay Mr Pierce. I'm not sure what love feels like Mr Pierce, but I think I love Brittany."
A/N: Hope you enjoyed that chapter! I honestly don't know how I feel about it. I kind of just made it up as I went along. Sorry if it's really sh*tty, I'm kind of tired.
Couple of question:
What rating should I make it?
What genre(s)?
I really want Lucas to have a cute Spanish nickname so can someone give me a situation where Santana could give him a cute Spanish nickname? I was thinking that his first onesie had loads of ducks on it and they could call him Patito? Or a cute facial or hair feature that is translated into a cute sounding Spanish word. (Fun fact: I'm a little fluent in Spanish)!
And what do you think about Santana and Kaylee?
Oh and Alex drama!
Did you enjoyed this chapter?
Should I move it along quicker?
Will Santana propose or not?
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