Merry Christmas to all and I hope you enjoy this wonderful day with family. I thought I'd update quickly as a little Christmas reading for everyone's delight! I must say that the Christmas chapters and New Year chapter will be a little late this time. Again, Happy Holidays!
For the first time, Santana lets go of her private life. She enjoyed a company of another that she calls friend other than family. Brittany's traumatic and abusive experience is sort of a miracle in disguise. It gave Santana a friend and Brittany and little Santana a guardian angel.
"Shit, I still haven't finished it and it's due in two hours!" Santana furiously typed in her mac. "I can't believe I forgot about it!"
-KNOCK!- -KNOCK!-
Santana looks at her bedroom door curiously because she's usually alone but it hits her, she has semi-permanent company over. "Come in!" She looks as Brittany slightly opens the door.
Brittany yawns as she opens the door more and steps inside the room. "You don't have work today?"
"Come sit." She pats her bed and smiles. "I did but I called in sick." She types.
Brittany sits next to her and looks at the screen. "Didn't trust us, eh?" She nudges Santana's ribs playfully.
"No, it's not that. After last night, you think I wouldn't trust you?" She raises her eyebrows and takes off her glasses looking at the blonde firmly. "I have not talked that much in years. I have not laughed that hard in forever. And I haven't had that much fun since I was five." Santana smiles. "It's weird because I am usually a guarded and private person, but there's just something about you that makes me want to open up."
"Awww, San!" Brittany pounces on the smaller girl and hugs her.
Santana's laptop shifts to the side before Brittany can knee it and she's overwhelmed by the newfound intimacy. "WOAH!" She pushes Brittany a little bit away from her because she's never been this close to anyone. Brittany is strong and she is crushing Santana in her bed.
Brittany pulls a little bit away from Santana and pouts. "I am sorry." She kisses Santana's forehead.
This sends shockwaves of endless Goosebumps from Santana's forehead to her toes. "It's, uh, okay…"
-WAH!- -WAH!-
"Coming little Santa!" Brittany quickly gets off of Santana and to the living room. "Mommy's here!"
For a minute, Santana just laid in her bed in the position Brittany crushed her. She regrets pushing the girl away but the alien feeling felt almost too right. She breathes in and out before sitting up and heading to the kitchen and makes an apple puree and a warm bottle of milk for Santana.
"Oh you need to change your diaper. Stinky girl!" Brittany smiles at her baby and tickles her bare stomach as she takes off her onesies. Thankfully, Santana kept her sister's baby's stuff just in case they visit in the future. She's really happy that she knocked on Santana's door.
"Does your baby like apples? I am making her a little apple squishy food thing. My sister does it for her baby. So, yeah…" She hands Brittany the warm bottle of milk and walks back to the kitchen and starts skinning and cutting red apples before putting it in a food processor.
"She needs to start eating soft solids. Sounds good!" She finishes changing her baby. "There! Not so stinky anymore huh?"
"Hmmm, how would I finish my paper? I also need to start on my book…" Santana said to herself. "Paper first and book later!"
"You're writing a book?" Little Santa and Brittany walk over hand in hand to the kitchen. "Say good morning, baby." Brittany requests excitedly.
The baby just looks up at Santana and gives her that same curious look.
"I think you're child hates me." Santana awkwardly smiles down below her. "Look at her staring at me."
"She hasn't cried. The only person she doesn't cry with is me." Brittany tilts her head to the side and thinks hard. "She would have cried. She stopped crying instead."
Little Santa let's go of her Mommy's hand and starts reaching her hand out to Santana. She starts grunting.
"San, I think she wants you to carry her!" Brittany kneels next to her beautiful baby and looks back and forth between them excitedly.
Santana nervously walks around the kitchen to where Brittany and little Santana are at. She squats down and nervously welcomes the baby with open arms. "She better not puke or cry once she's in my arms."
Brittany laughs and then encourages her daughter to go where Santana is at. "Go!"
Little Santa wobbly walks on her legs stopping every now and then to balance herself towards Santana. The trip is only two feet but she is practicing for the big girl steps. As she becomes more confident, she looks up at Santana and smiles brightly with her gums pink and bright. Her blue eyes are also smiling at her accomplishment.
"Hey! You're doing it!" Santana cheers on. "Come here!" She grabs the baby and spins around with her securely in her arms.
Little Santa starts giggling and snuggling in Santana's neck.
"San…" Brittany smiles but she starts crying. "She finally trusts someone else other than me. I know this sounds weird but she never liked my mom or her dad. It's like she never trusted them, but with you…" She cries and hugs both Santana and little Santa. "Look at us, we're a family."
Santana blushes and hugs in return. "I really like you guys too." She hugs the mother and daughter pair tighter. "We are a family in training!" Santana smiles at Brittany directly and pokes her side. "Stop crying now! It's a happy picture plus you don't wanna ruin breakfast for everyone, do you?" She sticks her tongue out jokingly.
Brittany laughs out loud and wipes her tears away like a little girl finishing her tantrum. "What do you guys want? I want you two to get to know each other more!" She lets go and goes in front of the kitchen.
"I want cereal please!" Santana asks happily. She pokes little Santa's stomach and receives a giggle so cute it could be the death of you.
Brittany pouts. "You know that I can't cook either?" She asks sadly. "I wanted to try…"
"I didn't even know that! I am still full from last night is all! I didn't mean to offend you." She takes a breath. "Hey, I can teach you and we can learn more cooking techniques together if you want."
"Really?" Brittany lights up. "I would love that!"
"Cereal please!" Santana yells and looks at little Santa. "You want your apple mush? May you give it to me Britt?" She points to the bowl of apple mush.
"Breakfast is served!" Brittany serves the bowl to Santana and her precious baby.
"The soft spoon is there in the drawer. I don't want to hurt her precious gums." She scoops some of the mush on her finger and licks it. "Tastes good!" She looks up and sees Brittany in a trance just watching her. "What..? I washed my hands…"
"I know, I saw you wash your hands and all. That's good." She smoothes out her top. "It's just… What you did with your pinky…"
"Go on!" Santana feels as if she did something wrong. "What did I do?"
She blushes blood red. "That was sexy." Brittany bluntly says. Her eyes glittered but lust can be seen. "Really, REALLY sexy…"
Santana blushes and scowls. "Are you a lesbian or something?" She closes her eyes and breathes out. "Spoon please!"
Brittany opens the drawer and hands Santana the baby spoon. "What if I am? Does that make you uncomfortable since I live with you..?" She asks carefully.
Santana ponders a moment before she dips the spoon in the bowl and waits for little Santa to open her mouth. "Not really." She looks at Brittany. "In all honesty, no." She carefully places the spoon barely inside the baby's mouth so the baby can get a taste. "Hell, what if I'm the lesbian?" She laughs. "Does it taste good?"
Little Santa quivers at the new taste for a second or two but after she opens her mouth for more. "Ahh."
"Aw, that's my girl!" Brittany says cheerfully. "I wouldn't have a problem with it. I like both guys and girls." She walks over to the cupboards opening each one to get two bowls and the cereal box. "My mom wished I was just a lesbian so I wouldn't spawn another one like me: an idiot."
"Well, you're mom is a puta!" Santana retorts to the statement. "She certainly doesn't deserve you for a daughter." She changes the subject as Brittany places the cereal and bowls in front of them. "But that's interesting. You seem too straight to like girls." She shrugs.
"What does "too straight" mean anyways?" Brittany laughs out loud as she walks over the fridge and grabs the milk inside.
"Just that, um… You have a child with a douche bag? I don't know!" The olive skinned brunette shrugs her shoulders.
"Well, I have had more girlfriends than boyfriends." Brittany goes around and sits next to Santana and the baby and places the milk in the counter. "Not that I am a whore or a skank!"
"Nice save there!" Santana laughs jokingly.
"You seriously have never been in a relationship before though?" Brittany looks at her questioningly. "You seem too hot and smart to be single."
"What does "too hot and smart" even mean?" Santana copies Brittany's question.
"I don't know, just that it's weird that a girl like you would still be single." Brittany pours both of them cereal and milk in their bowl. "I'd totally hit on you if the circumstances were different." She takes a big bite of her cereal.
Her heart skips a beat and looks away from the blonde. "Oh shut up!" Santana blushes but hides it. "Don't even! You're just being nice cause you are living with me!" She says nervously.
Brittany shakes her head and looks at Santana directly. "I'm serious. You're awfully nice and smart. Who wouldn't want you?"
"Tell that to everyone else who ignores me." Santana sighs. "But thanks, I don't feel like such a loner anymore." She smiles and takes a spoonful of apple sauce in little Santa's mouth then takes a bite of her cereal. She tries to ignore the excitement her heart is skipping to.
"If you've never been in a relationship with anyone, does that mean that you're still a virgin…?" Brittany eyes her carefully.
Santana chokes on her cereal and it goes out of her nose barely missing the top of little Santa's head.
"I'm sorry! That was too personal for me to ask…" Brittany hands Santana napkins and goes back to eating her cereal.
Santana blushes and just nods her head.
"You don't have to… I'm sorry…" Brittany whispers.
"Um, it's fine… I am just new to this whole "I have a friend now" ordeal." Santana shakes her head. "But yes, I am a virgin." Santana looks at Brittany and smiles in confident.
"Saving yourself is good." Brittany just says.
"Not even, no one just wants to take it from me." Santana catches herself and clears her throat. "Not that I am desperate or anything…"
"Don't be too eager to have sex. I mean it's great to have sex." Brittany says in a serious tone. "It feels great and all but if there's no feelings involved, it's meaningless." Brittany down casts her eyes and averts them at little Santa. "I had sex with Kevin without any feelings, just pure fun and spur of the moment. But I'm glad Santana came out because I love her with all my heart and with everything I have." She smiles sadly. "It's funny how I say "with everything I have." Yet I have nothing at all." She looks at her bowl of cereal sadly.
"Hey, don't be like that Brittany." Santana lets go of the spoon and takes Brittany's hand and squeezes it tightly. "I've seen how happy and excited Santana gets whenever she sees you."
Brittany looks at her hand being held by a gentle hand and squeezes it for support.
"She knows you're doing everything you can to keep her safe and happy. She loves you just as much as you love her." Santana smiles encouragingly.
Brittany smiles brightly and takes little Santa from Santana's lap. "Is that true baby? Do you love Mommy?" She lifts her up and peppers her baby with little kisses all over her face.
Little Santana laughs and giggles at getting tickled from the mother whom she loves and adores so much. Little Santa grabs her Mommy's face and hugs her tightly as she can.
"You two are perfect." Santana smiles. "Something great came from you getting knocked up. Santana came out and brought you nothing but happiness."
"And it also brought me to you." Brittany looks at Santana. "This mess isn't really mess. It is a miracle." She smiles and links pinkies with Santana. "Thank you Ms. Lopez."
Santana breath hitches. This seems too intimate for just becoming friends and what not. Well, maybe Brittany's just nice. She likes Brittany because she's nice. Right? "Well, thank you for getting knocked up and coming here." Santana jokes just to change the mood.
Brittany lets go of her pinky and looks away too immediately initially after Santana says it.
"Britt, I was only kidding!" She stands up and hugs the unmoving Brittany from behind. "Britt Britt…"
"Aw! I like that nickname!" Brittany looks up and smiles at Santana, satisfied with the name. "What you said didn't hurt me; I just needed a hug from someone who cares about me." She pushes her back against Santana to feel the warmth and the care she's been neglected.
Santana feels Brittany pull closer into her. She hugs tighter. Her heart starts galloping like a free mustang in the old west. "Listen Brittany…" She breathes out. "I know this is going to sound creepy but I care a lot about you and your baby. And no, it's not because I feel sorry for you two. I grew up knowing and experiencing life being unfair. It's just… I just really care about you guys. It just feels natural and exact."
"You really mean that, San?" Brittany grabs one of Santana's hands hugging with her free hand. "This feels right to me too."
The out of the little Santa also grabs her Mommy's hand holding Santana's hand. She laughs at the situation she can't understand yet.
"Look Britt Britt, we're a family!" Santana announces.
"Hey San..?" Brittany sounds nervous.
"What's up Britt?" Santana lets go of hugging Brittany and gets the soft spoon and the apple sauce from the table. She turns the mother/daughter pair to face her. She kneels and starts feeding little Santa. "OM NOM NOM! Good huh?" She smiles at the little baby girl chewing at the mush inside her mouth.
"San…" Brittany looks at the generous woman who's been helping her and she's nervous. "I…"
Santana eyes her carefully, looking at the blue eyes. "Brittany, you're freaking me out. Just say it!"
"Can we go out later? I don't know where I am and it'll be nice to know the area." She couldn't say it.
"Of course! I need to get some groceries anyways." She smiles and gets up. "Hey, I'm going to finish breakfast in my room. I need to finish an article that's due-" She checks her watch. "An hour from now! Shit!" She runs to her room and shuts the door.
"She forgot the bowl of cereal I gave her…" Brittany sighs heavily and smiles weakly. "It's only been a day." She lifts up little Santana and nuzzles their noses together happily. "We'll be okay Santa. Santana won't let anything happen to us. I won't let anything happen to us because we're family."