Sorry guys. This isn't the longest chapter or anything. But I've been having writers block for a while and churned this out the best I could. So I hope it's ok. I have been trying to think of some new fics, and there haven't been many Brittana prompts on GKM so it's kind of sad. But I will come up with something. If there's anything specifically you'd like to see, smut or not, you can always PM me. I'm happy to take prompts. Anyway, here you go.
Another day, another challenge. It had been a good month of smooth sailing for Santana and Brittany. They had managed to avoid fights, spent most of their time together talking about the baby and making sure that Santana was staying healthy. Their doctor visits had gone considerably well, despite the awkward moment of explanation on Brittany's behalf. The baby was healthy, that was all that mattered.
But some days, including days like these, Santana just couldn't cope with everything. First, everything was pissing her off. First period - someone wouldn't stop clicking their pen and she literally wanted to kick said person in the face. She restrained, merely fuming on the spot and contemplating her revenge. A few interesting ideas came into her head, including stabbing them in the eye. That would certainly satisfy Santana's hunger for vengeance. Yet, as quickly as the emotions came, they passed. Soon turning into a spectrum of completely different ones.
She knew that pregnancy wasn't easy. Santana wasn't stupid. But she never expected it to be so painful, or so upsetting. Second period, she had to excuse herself from class. The teacher gave her an odd look, but she didn't have the time to care before she was sitting on a toilet seat dabbing her eyes with a scrunched up tissue. It made her feel fucking stupid to be skipping class so that she could bawl her eyes out in the girls toilet. It just seemed pathetic.
"Hello?" A voice called out, a familiar one at that.
Santana stiffened, ceasing all noises including breathing. Maybe if she stayed still, they would leave. Seconds of tense silence passed, but the footsteps came closer until Santana could see a pair of mary jane's from under the door. That could only mean one thing.
With an exasperated huff, Santana stood up and swung the door open. She figured she had no dignity left, even if it meant letting someone see her like a hormonal, sobbing mess.
"What, Berry?" Santana snapped, hopping her tone would send a message for the girl to back off.
"Santana" Rachel announced with a look of surprise on her face.
Santana resisted the impulse to roll her eyes. Instead, she concocted a quick excuse.
"Coach Sue was really hard on us in practice, ok? I'm tired and I feel sick." She lied. Well, the first part at least. She certainly was tired, and sick was an understatement. For once it wasn't Rachel's horrid fashion choice that gave her the urge to projectile vomit.
"Oh" Rachel replied, frowning. She didn't look convinced. "Well, perhaps I should escort you to the nurse. You do look a bit pale, I have have a sandwich if you're hungry."
Santana's face scrunched into a confused look. Of all people, Rachel Berry was offering her genuine help. Sure, they had been on decent terms for the past couple of weeks, but it seemed unusual for the girl to be so kind.
"I'll be fine" Santana tried, attempting to move past Rachel. But the shorter girl stood her ground, seemingly determined as always.
"You haven't been well for weeks, Santana. The past three glee club meetings, you've had to excuse yourself to bathroom for several minutes on end. I see you at lunch, you barely eat. I know something is wrong." Rachel said, looking Santana in the eye. She wanted answers, and she wanted them now.
"My health is really none of your business, I think you should mo-"
"Santana, are you pregnant?" Rachel blurted out.
Santana's expression contorted into horror. If that didn't give away the answer, nothing would. The silence was perhaps even more telling. Rachel waited, the longer without an answer, the more she was convinced. Suddenly, her voice became gentle.
"It's ok, you don't have to tell me anything. I just worry about you, I want you to know that not everyone is against you. You have friends, people care about you."
Santana remained silent, not trusting herself to speak. Rachel seemed to finally get the point and turned away, her heels clicking on the bathroom tiles until all noise faded back into silence. Again, Santana was alone. Rachel's words should have helped her. But she had a really hard time believing that people besides Brittany cared about her.
She sighed, dabbing her eyes a few more times before making herself presentable enough to leave the bathroom. Lunch couldn't have come sooner. The second she spotted Brittany, Santana grabbed her by the wrist and tugged her up the hallway and into the empty choir room.
"Honey, what's wrong?" Brittany asked, concern ridden in her voice. It was beyond Santana how the girl had such a keen sixth sense for her emotions. It was almost scary.
Santana stood on the spot, playing absently with her fingers. Talking about emotions wasn't really her forte. But for Brittany, it was worth the uncomfortable moment of honesty.
"I feel like shit" She said, looking up at Brittany with weary eyes.
Brittany's heart fell. She hated seeing Santana so fragile and lost. It only made it worse knowing that most of it was her own fault. She did this to her. But she had come to accept that, and all Brittany wanted to do was to make her girlfriend feel better. Whatever it takes.
"How come?" Brittany prodded tentatively. She didn't want to push Santana too far, knowing how tender the situation was.
"I feel crazy. I can't control how I feel and it pisses me off." Santana explained, biting her lip. "I feel like I just want to go home and curl up into a ball and cry."
Brittany nodded, trying to understand. She had such respect for Santana now that she was going through this. It had to be a million more times difficult than she could imagine.
"Well how about we get through the rest of today and if you want, we can go back to your place and cuddle all you want." Brittany said with a bright smile.
Santana couldn't have resisted such a look even if she wanted to. Sometimes she felt like she really didn't deserve someone as sweet as Brittany.
"Come on babe, lets go to lunch" Brittany offered out a hand, which Santana eagerly took.
The rest of the say wasn't so bad for Santana. With Brittany's constant reassurance, it was hard to be in a bad mood. The only thing that got to her was the thought of Rachel Berry and her big mouth. How the hell did she know? Was she that obvious? Clearly people were bound to eventually find out, but now that it was a reality it scared Santana a hell of a lot more than expected.
Luckily, she managed to avoid the obnoxious brunette for the rest of the day. Brittany remained at her side at all times, except for the classes they didn't share. At the end of the day when the final bell rang out, the two girls met each other out in the car park as usual. But when Brittany approached, she wasn't wearing that familiar oblivious smile.
"I just got a text from my mom" Brittany said in a sad voice. Santana could only imagine that this meant their plans were ruined for the evening. "She said my cousins and my grandparents are coming over because it's my cousin's 21st." Santana sighed and slumped against the car door dejectedly. Of all things to make her day worse.
"It wont be that bad. There'll be drinking. We could sneak some up to my room" Brittany said with a mischievous wink.
Santana chuckled. Alcohol and Brittany. Now there was an offer she couldn't turn down. If it weren't for one minor problem.
"B, I can't drink while I'm pregnant." Santana said, pouting. It kind of sucked. Now she could only imagine the hot drunk sex.
"Oh, crap! Sorry, I didn't even think about that. Jeez, I'm so stupid. Well, I'm sure we'll find some way to have fun." Brittany said, winking again.
"We aren't having sex with your family staying over." Santana stated dryly. Nothing could be more embarrassing than being caught having sex by a family member.
Brittany frowned and folded her arms petulantly. "Fine." She said, turning away and walking over to the passenger side of the car.
Santana groaned, feeling guilty simply because Brittany just knew how to make her feel bad. But she just wasn't in the mood. She was annoyed, agitated and tired. This made the drive home rather tense. There was barely any conversation until they pulled up into Brittany's driveway.
"Are you mad at me?" Brittany asked.
"No" Santana replied honestly. "Lets talk inside, ok?" She said, unbuckling her seatbelt.
They went inside and headed for Brittany's room. Luckily no one had arrived yet, so they still had some time together, alone. Santana let out a deep breath and sank into Brittany's bed. Funny how it felt more like home than her own house. That was part of the reason she felt so crap. Being kicked out wasn't something she could just forget about.
"Can you hug me?" Santana asked, blushing slightly.
Brittany's heart leapt. She wasn't used to seeing Santana in such a sentimental state. It was really endearing. She nodded, collapsing onto the bed and curled into Santana. She shuffled closer, so that she was spooning her tiny frame. It was comforting, especially for Santana who felt an overwhelming sense of protection. She reached up and held Brittany's hand, bringing it closer to her waist. It was perfect.
"Is it ok if we stay like this until people get home? I just really like it when you hold me" Santana said, happy that she could hide the shy blush in her cheeks as she spoke.
Brittany made a soft cooing noise into Santana's ear. It was enough to reassure the Latina that she would be ok. So Brittany hugged her closer and placed a chaste kiss on her girlfriend's ear before closing her eyes and drifting off into a light sleep.
The noise of a door closing shut was what woke Santana. Her head shot up. She could faintly hear voices from downstairs. The closer she listened, the easier it was to tell that it was Brittany's parents, along with the rest of her extended family.
"Britt" Santana said, shaking the blonde softly. "Britt!" She shook with more intent. This time, Brittany roused, tilting her head towards Santana. Her drowsy confusion was adorable.
"Baby, you parents are home, and your relatives are here. We need to get up" Santana said, forcing herself to sit up. She really didn't want the moment to end, but she knew she had to regain some kind of composure before Brittany's family greeted her.
Brittany groaned in agitation. She didn't want to get up as much as Santana didn't. But they had to. She lifted her head heavily off the pillow and sat up with the most effort that she could muster. Santana bit her lip, trying not to let herself give in to Brittany's sleepy cuteness. Though it was hard, she distracted herself by standing up and making herself appropriate. Brittany figured she should do the same, at least before her parents walked in on them.
"Brittany?" A familiar voice called out.
Brittany snapped her head towards the direction of the door. That had to be her grandma's voice. Usually she would be more than happy to see her, but now that she was with Santana, she wasn't sure how their meeting would go down.
"Hey Nana!" Brittany exclaimed, trotting towards the older woman.
They embraced, holding each other tightly as Santana awkwardly watched on. She pretended to be fixing her hair so that she wouldn't look so out of place. But it seemed the Pierce's were a smart bunch.
"Santana! I haven't seen you for a lifetime! How are you, honey? You look great!" The woman exclaimed. She wasn't shy as she lunged forward, taking Santana into a lasting embrace.
Santana hugged back, not sure how to react. After all, she wasn't much of a family person. She could barely hug her own parents in the past, let alone Brittany's. When the older woman let go, Santana stepped back, sporting a forced smile. Only Brittany could tell that it was forced, but nonetheless, she was trying. That was enough.
"I'm fine" Santana replied, patting down her skirt.
"I see you two are still in cheerleading" Brittany's grandma observed, looking between the two girls.
"Yeah. It's fun, we love to dance" Brittany replied, saving an awkward feeling Santana. She didn't know Brittany's relatives all that well. She had only met her grandparents once or twice before.
"Oh, that's lovely. I'll see you both later, I'm going to go catch up with your mother" She said, addressing Brittany.
They both waited until the woman was out of sight. When the door clicked shut, Santana let out a relieved breath. Meeting her Brittany's family was daunting, more so now that she was her girlfriend. She really, really hoped that Brittany's parents would explain that before she was forced to.
"It's ok, San. They love you, you know that" Brittany tried to reassure, stepping closer towards her girlfriend.
Santana pressed her lips together, considering the thought.
"I guess" She said, still unsure.
Brittany could tell that she was unconvinced. "Hey, you're loved. Do I need to convince you?" She smirked. Never one to hide her raging hormones. She wouldn't control herself around Santana.
"As I said, not with your family here. As hot as it would be, do you really want to risk being caught?" Santana asked, quirking a challenging eyebrow.
Knowing Brittany, this was bound to become a challenge.
"It could be hot. I mean, hiding it from my family. I bet you couldn't resist me." Brittany said, shrugging nonchalant. She liked to act as if she had swagger.
"Pff..." Santana scoffed. "As if."
This only broadened the smirk on Brittany's face.
"Fine. When we have dinner, don't complain when I finger you under the table"
That certainly got Santana's attention.
"What?" She exclaimed, feeling her heart-rate pick up. She definitely wasn't expecting Brittany to say that. This girl definitely knew how to turn her on. At times like these, she was glad that she didn't have a dick. It would be a total giveaway.
"Britt, you can't just say stuff like that." Santana said, trying to mentally brush off the effect that the thought had on her.
Brittany's face was anything but joking.
"I'm serious" She said, almost looking confused, taking a couple of steps until she was invading Santana's personal space. "I bet you wouldn't last a minute." She husked, her warm breath scalding Santana's skin.
Santana swallowed thickly and tried to look unaffected. However, she failed miserably as her cheeks flushed a deep shade of red.
"Y-yeah?" She retorted in a shaky voice.
"Mmhmm" Brittany hummed, trailing her fingers up from Santana's hip – stopping at her waist.
There was a moment of sexually fused silence. The air was thick between the two girls and time seemed to slow down as they looked into the others eyes. Santana's were almost black, and Brittany's were void of their usual ice-blue charm. Her pupils were dilated to the point that the blue was almost undetectable.
Brittany broke the silence. "You have no idea how badly I want to fuck you right now" She rasped, biting her lip. Her dick was twitching and slowly hardening.
Santana's breath hitched, she felt the words send a jolt directly between her thighs. There was no doubting that she was wet. Her hormones seemed to kick in like an animalistic instinct in that moment; and all she wanted to do was to pounce. Just like that, something snapped inside her.
She lurched forward and grabbed Brittany by the cuff of her shirt and backed her against the wall with a harsh thud. Brittany's eyes were as wide as they could possibly go. At first the sudden action scared her, but when she saw the lust in Santana's eyes, that fear turned instantly into arousal. She could feel her cock now at full length, straining against her underwear.
"You like to tease, huh? Well two can play at that game." Santana growled.
Before Brittany even had the chance to ponder the consequences of that notion, Santana's hand was roughly cupping her erection. She hissed, flinging her head back against the wall.
"You're so hard for me" Santana whispered hotly into Brittany's ear.
Brittany merely whimpered, unable to speak. Santana found this new sense of control to be empowering. It was new, it was exciting. She had Brittany in the palm of her hand. Literally.
"Brittany!" A voice called out, breaking the intense moment.
Both girls froze in their positions. Brittany caught her breath before calling out to reply.
"Yes?" She yelled, her voice an octave higher than usual. Santana still hadn't moved her hand.
"It's dinner time!" Her mother called.
"Coming!" Brittany replied.
"You will be." Santana smirked, finally retracting her hand.
Brittany half sighed/whimpered. Luckily her clothes were tight enough to conceal her arousal. However, she felt like she could come at any second. It was painfully teasing, and Santana knew it. The Latina was looking down at Brittany's crotch with pride.
"Come on Britt-Britt, lets go have some dinner" She said sweetly, turning around towards the door.
Brittany groaned inwardly and followed her girlfriend. This was sure to be a fucking painful night.