A/N: So, judging by your votes, option three is the winner. Sorry to those of you who wanted one of the other options but, good news, I kind of had to involve some of the other options in this chapter except, sorry, there will be less sex. Have to get some fillers in but, next chapter, promise, will be steamy.
Okay, read on...
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Chapter Twenty-One
"How 'bout green?" Santana asked, left hand on her baby bump and right hand straightening out the label on a can of paint. Brittany scrunched up her nose and shook her head.
"No. Ew, green makes me think of boogers." Brittany said, "We can't paint our childs entire room green. He or she will hate it. But, what we can do is get a whole bunch of paints and then we can paint like, a park setting on the walls in the bedroom."
"Babe, there's a shit load of green in a park." Santana said. Brittany smiled and rolled her eyes.
"I know, but, there are other colors too. Not just green." Brittany pointed out, grabbing the can of green paint off of the shelf and putting it in the cart before grabbing another can of green and putting that in the cart, "Okay, we're gonna need blue for the sky. White for some clouds. Red and black. Purple. Yellow, orange, dark blue, grey, brown and... That's it."
"Okay," Santana drew out, "So, get to it." Brittany looked at Santana and raised her eyebrow.
"Excuse?" she asked.
"Go get the paints." Santana instructed, "What? You thought I, the woman that is one month pregnant, was gonna carry paint?" Brittany smiled and sighed.
"Okay, I'm on it. But, you push the cart." Brittany said.
"Deal."
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4 Weeks Before Moving Day
"Baby, have you got the ducktape?" Santana called as she walked into the library where she knew Brittany was packing up books.
"Uh, yeah. It's over there on the shelf." the blonde said, dusting off her hands and grabbing the ducktape, handing it to her wife with a smile. Santana smiled back and took it, leaning in and pecking Brittany's lips.
"You doing okay in here?"
"Yeah, what about you? You doing okay with all our clothes? You want me to come help?" Brittany asked, watching Santana lightly shake her head, "You sure? I can finish this up later."
"I'm sure, baby. It's faster this way. Besides, a month is gonna pass really fast and, I don't want to leave this all last minute. I'm not packing all of our clothes. Just the stuff we won't be wearing for the next couple months." Santana said, waving her hand dismissively next to her head. Brittany nodded and kissed her forehead.
"Awesome. I'm nearly done in here so, once I'm finished, I'll start on my painting room."
"Oh! That's what I wanted to speak to you about. Your paint room. I was thinking that we could use that loft above the garage for your painting room." Santana suggested.
"Baby, it has a kitchen built in."
"Which could act as the place you clean your brushes and store all your paints. We could do it up real fancy and artsy. What do you say?" Santana said, watching Brittany's lips twitch into a smile, "Is that a yes? 'Cause I'm gonna need the study."
"Yeah, it's a yes." Brittany chuckled, "I also spoke to Puck today and he's hooking us up with a moving truck. So, I thought that, on the day we move, I'll drive the truck and follow you in the car. Yeah?"
"Good plan, Stan." Santana said and then immediately furrowed her brows, "Why did I say that?"
"Maybe it's the baby? Maybe our baby's gonna be weird?"
"It'll be weird regardless, it has us as parents."
"This is true."
"Okay, I'm gonna go finish up and then I'll make lunch. Sandwiches okay?"
"Yeah, perfect." Brittany said as Santana began walking out the door of the library, "I like the way you walk, baby."
"That's good 'cause I like the way you talk."
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3 Weeks Before Moving Day - Ultrasound
"Santana Pierce?" Doctor Murphy said, standing in the waiting room with Santana and Brittany's file in her hands. Santana smiled and stood, Brittany's hand in hers as they followed the Doctor to her office, "You can just take a seat over here, Brittany. Santana, if you'd just lie down over here so we can get this started." Santana nodded and lay down, watching as Doctor Murphy got out all the necessary tools for this ultrasound. She instructed Santana to lift her shirt to under her breasts and then warned that the gel would be cold before squirting some onto the latina's lower stomach and beginning to move the sensor over the gel, watching the screen for any signs of the fetus. A smile formed on her face when she saw it and she pointed at it, "There's your baby, ladies." Brittany moved closer and held Santana's hand with a smile as the two of them looked at the screen.
"Wow, it's so small. Really is the size of a raspberry." Brittany noted. Santana had a beaming smile on her face and she wouldn't tear her eyes away from the fetus.
"So cute. I can already tell it's gonna be adorable." Santana said, "And, just to confirm, there is only one baby in there, right? I heard that it could be twins if you start showing quite early. I mean, I already have a slight bump."
"It's not twins but, thank you for asking, it's always nice to know that parents are actually looking into pregnancy." Doctor Murphy said, "The fact that you're showing early could just be because you are quite slim so, it'll show sooner."
"Oh. Okay." Santana said with a smile and looked at Brittany, "One baby." she said, holding up one finger, "One."
"Relieved, babe?" Brittany asked.
"You could say that."
The three girls chuckled and Doctor Murphy began monitoring heartbeats and such.
"A steady heartbeat and everything else looks good. Now, your due date. Your baby may come sooner or later but, your due date is next year June the 18th."
"Awesome." Santana said.
"That's my dad's birthday." Brittany said, "If we had our baby on his birthday he'd make us his favorites." Santana chuckled and pecked her blonde's cheek.
"We're already his favorites, you're his only child."
"Oh..." Brittany said in realization, "I forgot about that."
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2 Weeks Before Moving Day - Dinner with Quinn and Rachel
"Baby, you nearly ready? Quinn texted me a few minutes ago. They've already left." Santana said as she knocked on the bathroom door and then opening it, smiling at the sight of her wife finishing up her mascara, "You look pretty."
"Thanks, baby." Brittany said, "And yeah, I'm ready."
"Cool." Santana said, walking out of the bathroom and toward the bed, picking up her purse and hanging it over her shoulder, beginning to walk to the door, hitting her knee on a box, "Ow! Jesus fucking Christ!"
"What? What? What happened?! Are you okay?" Brittany asked in a panic, rushing out of the bathroom, eyes wide and a look of worry written all over her face.
"Yeah, I'm fine. These fucking boxes are driving me insane." Santana said, bending over to rub her knee with a hiss, "Please just move them and pile them on top of one another so I don't fall over one and crack my fucking skull open."
"Okay," Brittany said, putting her hands up to calm Santana, "Calm down. I'll move the boxes. You want me to put something on your knee? It's gonna start bruising."
"No, it's okay, let me just change. I can't be walking around a fancy schmancy restaurant with a gigantic bruise all up on my knee."
Brittany smiled and leaned over, pressing her lips to Santana's knee and then moving to pile the boxes in the corner of the room. Santana began to change while Brittany moved the boxes and made sure they were all out of the way.
"Go wait in the car, baby, I'll be there in a second." Santana said, struggling to get a pair of tights on. Brittany chuckled and moved toward her, pecking her cheek and nuzzling her nose in the latina's neck before nodding.
"Mmkay. I'll be counting." she said, walking out of their bedroom, twirling the car keys around her finger and walking out the door. She got into the car and started it up, turning up the radio and bopping her head along with the music as she tapped her fingers on the steering wheel. A few minutes passed when Santana walked out of the house, locking the door behing her before walking toward the car and smiling as her wife hurried out and around to the passenger side to open the door.
"Thanks gorgeous." Santana said with a smile, climbing in before Brittany closed the door. Brittany then walked back around the car to the drivers side and climbed in, buckling up and pulling out of the driveway. The two of them got to the restaurant in 10 minutes and walked in, immediately spotting Quinn and Rachel, animatedly talking, Rachel looking as though she was acting as she spoke. Quinn had a lovestruck smile on her face as she nodded along with whatever Rachel was saying. Santana looked at Brittany and leaned toward her, whispering in her ear, "Check out Quinn's face. How whipped is she?"
"Oh, my gawd, we can tease her now." Brittany said, smiling and pecking Santana's cheek before leading them to the table, "Hey lovebirds." Rachel stopped talking and looked at the two girls watching them with smiles.
"Hey!" she exclaimed, throwing her hands in the air and standing up, going to kiss Santana's cheek and hug Brittany. Hugs were shared before everyone sat down and ordered drinks, "Okay, my wife and I will have red wine. Any kind. We don't mind and this beautiful blonde over here will have a Dr Pepper, make sure you provide a straw and then that lovely Latina will have a huge glass of ice water with slices of lemon in it. Make sure there's ice. She's pregnant so, she's iffy about these things." the waiter nodded at Rachel and wrote it down, "And that's all for now." he nodded and walked away. Brittany and Santana chuckled at Rachel's bossy side and shared a knowing look.
"So, how's everything been going? Packing and ultrasounds and such?" Quinn asked, smiling at the couple.
"Good so far. Packing's always annoying but, the ultrasound went well and we're only having one baby." Santana said, "One." the girls continued to converse while the waiter brought their drinks. They thanked the waiter and continued talking, "Heartbeats, everything, all good."
"I'm seriously so excited for you two." Rachel said, rotating her glass of wine with her pointer, middle finger and thumb.
"Yeah, we're excited too. 11 weeks in now." Santana said, hands wrapped around her giant glass of ice water with slices of lemon in it.
"Have you two decided on names yet?" Quinn asked before sipping on her wine.
"Uh, no, not yet but, for now, we're calling it by the fruit that it's the size of. This week it's Baby Lime." Brittany said, "Because it's the size of a lime."
"Really?" Rachel asked.
"Yeah. Next week it'll be the size of a plum and so on." Brittany said with a proud smile.
"That's actually really interesting." Quinn said, throwing her arm over Rachel's shoulder, "So, the size actually changes every week?"
"Yeah... Baby's grow inside a tummy, Quinn." Brittany said with a chuckle. Quinn rolled her eyes and scoffed.
"I know." she said, "It's just interesting, that's all."
"Yeah, it is. Our due date is June 18th of next year." Santana said, placing her hand on Brittany's thigh, "Britt's dads birthday."
"Aw, that's so cool." Rachel said.
"Yeah, so, how are you two? Thinking about having kids any time soon?"
"No. We have Beth." Quinn said, "No more babies for now."
"I'm starving." Santana said, picking up her menu and scanning through it, "Ooh! Steak!"
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"Thanks for this, guys, it was great." Brittany was saying as they said their goodbye's outside the restaurant. Brittany pecked Rachel's cheek before hugging Quinn. The both of them said goodbye to a now grumpy Santana who sulked the entire time they said goodbye, "We should get you home, San. I think you're tired."
"Ugh, whatever." she grumbled, arms folded and scowl in place on her face. Quinn tried to hide her laugh by burying her face in Rachel's shoulder.
"Well, I'm definitely tired." Rachel said, winking at Brittany before pecking Santana's cheek, "Come on Q, I still need to put my creams on."
Brittany chuckled and put her hand up to wave as the couple walked toward their car. She smiled as the two drove away and put her arm around Santana's shoulders, leading them toward their car.
"Did you have fun tonight, baby?" she asked, pressing a kiss to the brunette's head.
"I was having fun until that stupid waiter just spilled a whole jug of water on me." Santana said as Brittany unlocked the car.
"I know, baby, but he said he was sorry and got you a new shirt."
"My boob popped out, Brittany." Santana said pointedly. Brittany sighed and cupped her latina's cheeks, leaning in and pecking her nose.
"It's okay, San." she said reassuringly, "You got nice boobs." Santana rolled her eyes and opened the passenger door, climbing in and slamming it closed behind her. Brittany sighed and walked around the car, climbing in the drivers side and quietly shutting the door. She started the car and pulled out of the spot, beginning to drive the two of them home, "San, you don't need to be embarrassed, hardly anyone saw."
"I shrieked like a little girl, Britt, the entire restaurant went quiet." Santana said, resting her head against the window and sighing. Brittany put her hand on Santana's thigh and gently ran it up and down in a soothing manner.
"Look, you may be really angry and embarrassed now but, this is something we can tell our kids about and laugh." the blonde said, "Baby Lime would probably laugh." Santana's lips twitched up into a smile and her hand found the blondes resting on her thigh.
"Yeah, well... I suppose it is pretty funny." Santana said, looking at Brittany and smiling softly before leaning over and placing a lingering kiss to the blonde's cheek, "Okay, I guess I can get over it. We're just never going there again."
"Fine by me. Mike's putting a diner type thing into the back of his club so, we can just go there instead." Brittany said, pulling into their driveway. She shut the car off and rested her head against the headrest, "It's 11:30." she said.
"Mhm." Santana hummed, her eyes fluttering closed and then open again.
"We both have to be up early tomorrow." Brittany said, "Work tomorrow and more packing."
"Blegh... I have to send that script in to the theatre. And then I have to go to the other theatre and begin casting. Fuck balls, how fun." Santana said with a smile.
"You love it." Brittany said watching Santana nod, "Well, at least you don't have to pack some more tomorrow. That's what I'm doing. And I'm stopping at the art gallery to drop off two more paintings."
"Well at least part of your day is gonna be awesome." Santana said, unbuckling and opening her door, "I have a day full of people that either can't sing or can sing but are so arrogant they start seeing their heads on other people's bodies." Brittany snorted a laugh and got out the car, locking it when Santana was out. As soon as the two girls were inside, they began to get into their pajamas while conversing about the move.
"I don't know, baby, I think we should move the furniture in the day before the actual move, that way, all we need to do is get boxes in. I mean, on Saturday we're going through to start painting Baby Lime's room and, that'll take the whole of Saturday and maybe even some of Sunday too." Brittany said as she pulled back the covers of their bed while Santana threw pillows off the bed.
"Yeah and, the painting process is more on your side since we're planning on having a park scene on the walls." Santana said, "I'll help color the sky though." Brittany smiled and climbed into bed, propping herself up on her pillows.
"Awesome." she said, "You can help color me in too."
"Huh?" Santana asked, climbing in as well.
"I'm gonna paint you and me on the picture as well, seeing as though the park is where we first saw each other." Brittany said, "And then maybe we can get naked and use eachother as a canvas." Santana smiled and rolled onto her side, placing her hand on her wife's chest, gently capturing the blonde's lips in a kiss.
"Goodnight, baby. I love you, I'll see you in the morning." she whispered before rolling over and switching off her bedside light.
"Love you too, angel. Goodnight." Brittany said, doing the same before wrapping her arm around Santana's waist and pressing a kiss to the brunette's shoulder, "Goodnight Baby Lime. We love you."
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Next Day
"Baby, when you leave could you just leave a couple bucks on the kitchen counter? I'm out of cash and I wanna stop at that store on my way to the gallery to see if I can buy that old crib we saw last week.." Brittany called from the bathroom as she brushed her teeth. Santana finished putting on her shoes in the bedroom before walking into the bathroom and nodding.
"Yeah, sure. How much do you need?" Santana asked, turning on the tap and splashing her face with cold water before turning the tap off and using a towel to dry her face.
"Uh, about three hundred? Three fifty maybe?" Brittany said after spitting and rinsing her toothbrush and mouth.
"Okay, great. I'll leave it on the counter, baby." Santana said, quickly pecking her wife's lips with a smile, "Have a good day. I love you and I'll see you later."
"You too, babe." Brittany called after her wife who was rushing to get to the theatre having being almost half an hour late. She smiled and shook her head when she heard the front door shut. She looked at herself in the mirror and started fixing her hair.
Meanwhile, Santana was racing down the street, rushing through red lights to get to the theatre. She quickly parked next to the curb and got out of her car, grabbing the script on the passenger seat and racing inside.
"Hi, hi, I'm Santana Pierce, I'm so sorry about the rush but i'm extremely late for something and I was supposed to drop this off here. Could you please do me a favor and make sure Ms Corcoran gets it?" Santana asked, handing the script in at the reception area. The woman nodded and she smiled, "Great, thank you. Have a good day." and with that, she sped out of the theatre, jumped into her car and raced toward the next theatre. When she got there, she parked in her spot, grabbed her over-the-shoulder bag and got out of the car, locking it before jogging inside. As soon as she was in the lobby, she dug her phone out of her bag and began typing out a text.
To Britt-Britt:
I just arrived at the theatre. Safe and sound. Have a good day, love, I'll see you later. Be safe. Love you. Xx
She tucked her phone back into her bag and made her way into the stage area, noticing that almost every single seat was full. She sighed and walked toward a table that had been set up in front and plonked her stuff down, shrugging off her jacket and hanging it on the back of the chair. Artie came up behind her and gave her a hug, making her jump.
"Hey now, Mrs Pierce, it's just me." he said with a chuckle, letting her go and beginning to set up the mini-microphone on the table.
"Hey, Artie." she said with a sigh, "God, I'm sorry I'm late, I overslept."
"No worries, San. Everyone's been waiting patiently and most of them looked as though they weren't gonna leave even if there was an earthquake that hit." Artie said, tapping her finger on the microphone, "Check one, two. Check, check, one, two. Can you hear me up there Mike?"
"I hear you!" yelled Mike from the sound box. Santana chuckled and sat down. Artie smiled.
"Your microphone awaits, mi'lady." Artie said with a cute grin. Santana punched his shoulder and sat down.
"Thanks," she said, leaning toward the microphone, "Can I please have everyone's attention?" she said. No one kept quiet. She looked at Artie and cleared her throat.
"Here it comes." Artie mumbled.
"Hey!" she yelled into the microphone, causing the speaker to screech and everybody's heads to snap toward her as her voice echoed through the auditorium,"Thank you. For those of you who don't know, I'm Santana Pierce, used to be Lopez. I apologize for being late, I lost track of time. Now, if you want to get a part in this play, you better be prepared to work. Because I'm not as nice as I look. My nickname's Satan for a reason. So, if you give me any crap, you'll fly over the great wall of China just from being thrown by me. And, just so we're clear, it doesn't matter how good you are, you can be easily replaced." Everyone's eyes were wide and fearful and Santana's lips curved into a smile, "Let's get started shall we?"
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"Yes, those are the two I told you about. I painted them just at the beginning of the year when I was at the park." Brittany was saying as she spoke to the people at the art gallery.
"Well, in my opinion, the both of them really capture the scene that was clearly set that day." the woman said, looking at both of Brittany's paintings intently, "They're very good, don't you think Paul?"
"I do, yes." the man, Paul, said, looking at the paintings as well, "We'll give you 15 000 for this small one and I think 100 000 for the big one. Is that alright?"
Brittany nearly choked on her own saliva and nodded.
"That's perfect." she said, smiling as she shook both of their hands. They then proceeded to write out a check for 115 000 dollars. Once the blonde was done at the gallery, she jumped into her car and made her way to the store that herself and Santana saw the crib at. She found a spot to park in and walked inside. She approached the crib and ran her fingers over the edge, smiling as she imagined their future daughter or son sitting in this crib smiling up at her with no teeth and a binky falling out of his or her mouth. She was interrupted from her thoughts when a woman touched her shoulder.
"Can I help you?" she asked, smiling politely at Brittany. The blonde smiled as well and then nodded.
"Uh, yes, actually. I'd like to buy this crib." she said, "How much is it?"
"Two-hundred and fifty." the woman answered, "I assuming you're expecting?"
"Yes, my wife's pregnant. Almost two months now." Brittany said proudly. The woman smiled and nodded.
"Well, we have plenty of this crib in stock. You'll have to build it though." the woman said, gesturing Brittany to follow her to the cashier counter. The woman then walked into a storage room and came out a few seconds later with a rectangular box.
"That's perfect. I don't mind at all." Brittany replied. The woman smiled and beeped the crib while Brittany slid the money toward her across the counter.
"Thanks for shopping here today."
"No. Thank you. I'm sure my wife and I will be back here in a few weeks." Brittany said, reaching over and lifting up the crib, propping it up on her shoulder and giving the woman a polite smile and wave, "Have a good day!" she called as she left the store. After putting the crib in the trunk, she hopped into the drivers side and started the car, pulling out of the spot and driving home. She pulled into the driveway and walked around to the trunk, opening it up, taking out the crib and propping it on her shoulder, shutting the trunk and locking her car, jogging up to the front door and opening it, walking in and kicking the door shut behind her as she placed the crib next to the door. She took her phone out of her pocket and opened the text message Santana had sent when she was at the gallery.
From Sanny Bear:
Oh, god, B. These people can't act to save their lives. Pretty decent singers here... It's a pity they can't act. One guy actually drew out his words when he saw the elipsis in the script... Idiot. How's your day been going?
Brittany smiled and chuckled, typing out a reply.
To Sanny Bear:
My day's been going great, babe. Got one-hundred and fifteen thousand for those paintings. Also got the crib. Just got home. Gonna start packing again. Tell those people at the auditions that you're capable of throwing them across the great wall of China.
A second later, her phone buzzed.
From Sanny Bear:
That's great, baby! And, I already did. They clearly don't believe me.
Brittany chuckled and tucked her phone back into her pocket, yanking the ducktape off of the kitchen counter and putting her hands on her hips.
"Tubbs, let's pack this bitch."
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Saturday - Paint Day
Brittany was in the process of brushing her teeth when Santana raced into the bathroom with a scared look on her face. Eyes wide and mouth open, hands next to her head and fingers spread.
"What?" Brittany asked, toothpaste in her mouth and a confused look on her brows.
"I can't find the purple paint!" Santana shrieked. Brittany smiled and spat, rinsing her mouth and toothbrush before wiping the outsides of her mouth and pecking her wife's cheek.
"It's in the car already." Brittany said, "So are all the other paints. Along with the sandwiches and the juice. Everything's sorted." Santana sighed in relief and smiled.
"Thank god." she said, "Okay, I'm ready to go. Are you?"
"Yeah, I just gotta get my shoes on."
"Well, you better hurry up little missy." Santana said as Brittany walked into the bedroom, sitting on the bed and beginning to slip her converse sneakers on, "It's a cold, rainy day today and there might be traffic so, you better get those shoes on faster than I can say-"
"Done. Let's go."
"Well, that was pretty fast. Nothing I can't beat."
"Yeah, yeah, come on you dingleberry, let's get going."
"Rude."
Brittany smiled as she took her coat off the coat rack and handed it to her wife.
"Put this on. Your coat's in the wash and I don't want you getting sick." she said. Santana smiled at her wife's consideration and put the coat on. Brittany patted her pockets, making sure she had her phone and keys. She smiled and nodded to herself before opening the door and letting Santana walk out first.
"It's raining, babe." Santana stated. Brittany snorted and Santana's head snapped in her direction, "Why are you laughing?"
"'Cause you're too cute for words, Sanny Boo Boo." Brittany said, leaning in and pecking Santana's cheek.
"Ugh, don't call me that. It makes me feel like a pink Teddy bear." Santana said, shivering slightly. Brittany smiled and put her hand on Santana's lower back, leading them both to the car, unlocking it as fast as possible and helping Santana in the passenger side, earning a wet kiss to the lips before the door closed. With a dopey grin she walked round the car and climbed in, shutting the door and starting the car up, immediately turning on the heater.
"Fuck, it's so cold." she said. Santana hummed and turned on the radio.
"Oh, well imagine as I'm pasting the pews in a church corridor and I can't help but to hear (no I can't help but to hear) in exchanging of words.
'What a beautiful wedding!' What a beautiful wedding, says a bridesmaid to a waiter. And yes but what a shame (what a shame) the poor grooms bride is a whore,"
"Panic at the Disco! Yeah, baby!" Santana said, turning it up as Brittany smiled and pulled out of the spot, watching out of the corner of her eye as Santana danced along to the song.
"I chime in with a haven't you people ever heard of, closing a goddamn door, no!
It's much better to face these kinds of things with a sense of poise and rationality.
I chime in, 'Haven't you people ever heard of, closing a goddamn door, no! It's much better to face these kinds of things with a sense of..'"
Santana bopped her head along with the music, occasionally singing along as Brittany drove them toward Montauk.
"Well in fact, oh, I'll look at it this way, I mean technically our marriage is saved. Well this calls for a toast so pour the champagne! Oh! Well, in fact. oh, I'll look at it this way, I mean technically our marrige is saved. Well, this calls for a toast so pour the champagne, pour the champagne.."
"This was my favorite band when I was like fifteen." Santana mumbled as the song played. Brittany smiled and put her hand on Santana's thigh.
The song continued to play, Santana continued to sing and bop her head along with the music and Brittany continued to drive. One hand on the steering wheel and the other placed gently on her wife's thigh.
As soon as they got to their new house, they got out the car and walked inside, smiling as they looked at the empty space in front of them. Brittany was carrying the paints and grabbed Santana's hand, running upstairs with Santana following close behind her. The two girls giggled as they ran up the stairs and toward their baby's room. Brittany put the paints down on the floor and started laying out newspaper.
"Okay, what are we doing first? How do we start?" Santana asked.
"Okay, first, we would start with the outline but, I don't like outline's I prefer free hand. So, what I want you to do is start with some balloons just here." Brittany said, marking out a piece of the wall and opening the purple, yellow and red paint cans, "Here's a brush. Just do the balloon and then when you're done, rinse the brush and use black to make the string, yeah?"
"Awesome." Santana said, watching as Brittany got some water from the bathroom and brought the jug back. She dipped her brush into the water, dampening it before dipping it in the paint and starting on the first balloon while Brittany began to paint Santana's hair, making gentle waves with the brush that was now covered in black paint. Santana's tongue was stuck out in concentration when she glanced to the side and noticed Brittany fully concentrated. She smiled and bent down, covering her brush with purple paint and casually running it down her wife's arm. Brittany's head snapped to the side and she grinned, dipping her brush in the black and bringing it behind her, flicking her arm forward, causing black paint to splat all over Santana's shirt clad torso, "You're dead, you know?"
"Oh yeah... You started it." Brittany said with an evil grin on her face as she bent down and dipped her brush in the paint again. Santana saw and scooped up a bunch of the purple paint into her hands and tossed it at Brittany, watching it land on the blondes jean covered crotch. Her hands raised and covered her mouth as she began to laugh, "You evil bitch." Brittany began flicking as much paint as she could at her wife who squealed and put her hands up to cover her face.
"Stop! Stop! I surrender! You gotta stop throwing this stuff at me, it's hard to get outta my hair!" Santana said through a giggle, using her paint covered hands to defend herself. Brittany chuckled and put down her brush, walking over to Santana and placing her hands on the latina's hips, leaning in slowly, only to be stopped by the feel of wet paint on her cheeks where Santana's hands now were. She smiled and shook her head, continuing to lean in and capture Santana's giggling lips. Without any hesitation, Brittany tilted her head and ran her tongue along her wife's lower lip. Santana smiled and gave her entrance, sighing when Brittany's tongue brushed hers.
A few seconds later and Santana's shirt was off while Brittany pressed her against the wall, trying to remove her own shirt. The blonde's hands were moving rapidly, having already taken Santana's pants off along with her own. Their hips began grinding together, Brittany's member hardening by the second. Santana smiled at the feeling of the hardening bulge pressed against her lower stomach.
"I'm so wet for you." she whispered after pulling away. Brittany's dick noticably throbbed and her tongue was running up Santana's neck in a second, "Take them off." Santana whispered, tugging on the hem of Brittany's briefs. The blonde was quick to obey, yanking her briefs down and letting her mouth fall open when Santana bent down and wrapped her lips around Brittany's cock. She ran her tongue along the underside of the blondes member, causing Brittany's eyes to roll into the back of her head. The latina's lips closed around the swollen head and began to tighten as she sucked. Brittany supported herself on the wall as Santana's head moved down, her cock disappearing into the latina's warm, wet mouth, inch by inch. A strangled moan escaped the blondes mouth as the Latina reached the base. Brittany absentmindedly began thrusting her hips while Santana sucked and licked her throbbing cock.
"Aah, god San, suck it." Brittany moaned, eyes closed and jaw dropped. She felt her balls tighten and started thrusting harder and faster. The only sounds filling the room were hers and Santana's moans and her balls slapping against Santana's chin, "Oh, yeah! Fuck, I'm gonna cum!"
And that's when Santana torturously pulled away, causing Brittany to whine and open her eyes, glancing down at her glistening, still throbbing member. The Latina stood up and removed her panties, turning around and leaning against the wall with her hands, sticking her ass out and looking at Brittany over her shoulder, smiling as she felt her pussy being filled by Brittany's dick.
"Oh, god." the blonde let out, immediately beginning to move her hips at an extreme pace, her hands on Santana's hips and her feets placed steadily on the floor next to her wife's.
"That's it, B. Take me hard." Santana moaned, moving her hips back into her blonde's cock, "You like the way my tight, wet pussy feels around your cock, huh?"
"Oh, yeah." Brittany moaned, picking up the pace, earning a loud, wanton moan from Santana.
"Fuck my pussy baby, just like that!"
It wasn't long until Brittany's hips were jutting forward unrhythmically while Santana shook. The both of them let out soft moans while they came down from their highs. Santana was panting as was Brittany as the blondes cheek landed on Santana's back, smearing purple paint all over it. Santana's forehead rested against the wall and she sighed.
"Goddamn." she said. Brittany smiled and kissed Santana's neck, pulling out and beginning to get her pants back on, "You know, we could totally just paint naked."
"That would be a brilliant idea if the people who live next door couldn't seen through the window in here." Brittany said.
"But then they probably saw all of this." Santana said.
"Yeah, well, now they know how we do." Brittany said with a wink, zipping up her jeans and pecking Santana's nose, "Now, hurry up with those balloons. I really wanna get this done today. That way we can just have sex tomorrow."
"I'm already painting babe."
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Moving Day
"...and this box is for the dining room as well. Just put it on the table. All the furniture's already in." Brittany was saying as she handed boxes to Mike, Puck and Artie who were helping her move everything in while Santana went to the spa with Rachel, Quinn and Kurt, "Puck, walk faster! I wanna get everything in the house and out of the boxes by the time Santana gets home." Puck noticed Brittany's tone and walked faster.
"B, have you set the TV up yet?" Artie asked. Brittany shook her head while lifting a box for the library. AKA, the study, "You want me to hook it up for you? I can get you cable by tonight. Maybe even before Santana gets home."
"Yeah, you go do that now. Everything's in the living room already." Brittany said, hoisting the box of books up over her head, muscles flexing as she walked inside. Artie nodded and ran inside, getting started on the cable. Puck, Mike and Brittany were going back and forth from the truck to the house, bringing each and every box inside.
Two hours passed and every single box was out of the truck.
"Okay, thanks Puck. Are you gonna come back here once you've got your car?" Brittany asked, handing Puck the keys to the moving truck. Puck nodded.
"Absolutely. Our mission to get everything unpacked before Santana gets home is not complete." Puck said and held up the star wars sign, "May the force be with you."
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"I can't believe Brittany wouldn't let me help." Santana was saying as herself, Rachel, Quinn and Kurt all sat in a spa, getting their toes done, "She wouldn't even let me help yesterday with the furniture."
"Well, at least you got to come here with us and relax while she breaks her back carrying boxes." Quinn said. Santana smiled.
"Yeah, well, I guess it's really sweet that she wouldn't let me help considering the fact that I'd have to carry boxes all day." Santana said. Rachel smiled and nodded.
"I'm sure she's got everything under control too." Rachel said, "Now, onto more exciting things. Baby names!"
"Oh, good lord." Santana said with a chuckle.
"So, if it's a girl, what will you name it?" Rachel asked.
"I have no idea, Rach. We haven't even begun to think about that yet. Baby Peach is still Baby Peach for now. I don't even think we wanna know the sex until I give birth." Santana said.
"What?!" Quinn, Kurt and Rachel asked in unison.
"What?" Santana asked, confused.
"San, you have to know what the sex is in order to know what you want to name it." Rachel said.
"Well, not exactly. We can just pick one name for a boy and one name for a girl that the both of us like and whatever it is, that'll be it's name. Simple." Santana said. Rachel huffed and folded her arms.
"Well, whatever." Santana said, "I'll speak to Brittany about the names and so on and then we'll see whether or not we wanna know the sex, okay?"
"Fair enough."
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Brittany was running around like a headless chicken to try and get everything packed away.
"Boys! Santana's on her way home! Let's go, finish whatever the fuck you're doing and get out!" Brittany yelled, running down the stairs and into the livingroom to see Artie turning on the TV, "Artie, you're amazing. Thank you. You can come by on Thanksgiving and watch the game, now leave."
"Alright, B." Artie said with a knowing smile, "Just know something though. Santana loves you. And it's sweet that you did all this for her but, stop freaking out. She'll love it."
"You're right." Brittany said, "Thank you."
"No problem. Now, you have a good night of lovin' wich'yo lady."
Brittany chuckled and nodded, patting Artie on the shoulder with a smile.
"I definitely will do."
"Alright, Papa Pierce!" Puck boomed as he walked into the living room. Mike followed behind him and chuckled, "You and San have a good night yeah?"
"Yeah, we will." Brittany said and gave Puck and Mike a hug.
"And just by the way. This house is amazing. Me and the boys will sure as hell be coming over for Thanksgiving. You and San are hosting this year." Puck said.
"Absolutely. Thanks for everything today, guys. It really means a lot." Brittany chuckled, "Now, not to be rude but, San's gonna be home so soon so... Leave."
"Alright, alright, we're going." Mike said as himself, Puck and Artie walked toward the front door. They walked toward their cars and Brittany stood at the door, waving.
"Thanks for the help!" Brittany called as all three of them drove off in Mike and Puck's cars. She smiled and watched them drive away as Santana's car pulled into the driveway. Her smile widened and she closed the front door before running out to meet her wife. The garage opened and she watched Santana squeal in excitement before driving in. Brittany ran between their two cars and opened the drivers door, "Hey, baby!" she squealed, leaning in and peppering her wife's face with kisses. Santana giggled and found her blonde's lips, joining their lips together and smiling.
"Hi," she whispered as they pulled away, "This is weird. I thought most of the boxes would be in the garage."
"Well, they're not." Brittany said with a happy chuckle, "How was your day?" she asked as Santana got out of the car and locked it. She watched as the garage closed and they walked toward the door that lead into the kitchen. Santana's eyes widened when she saw the kettle already unpacked and plugged in and the microwave along with the fridge and everything else. She opened all the drawers and cupboards, realizing that the blonde had already packed everything away. She smiled and looked at her wife.
"Baby..." she started. Brittany quietened her with a kiss. The kitchen was spotless, as was the rest of the house. Santana smiled when the two of them pulled away, "Please don't tell me that you and the boys unpacked everything."
"We did."
"Babe, no! I feel bad now. I was at the spa while you guys were here unpacking everything." Santana said.
"Hey, don't feel bad. We did this for you. Today is the official two months pregnant and the day we moved into our new home. We just wanted to make sure you got home and actually felt like you were home." Brittany said, nudging Santana's nose with her own, "We unpacked every single thing. Our room's done, the guest room's done. Bathrooms, dining room, the study, the loft above the garage. The livingroom, the basement. Everything but Baby Peach's room is done. Mainly 'cause we started Baby Peach's room together and we're gonna finish it together." Santana smiled and leaned in, gently capturing her wife's lips in a kiss.
"You realize how special you are, right?" Santana said.
"I realize now."
Santana smiled and pecked her wife's lips again and again and again.
"Welcome home, love." Brittany said, "Welcome home."
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A/N:
Okay, hope you enjoyed that frikken long chapter. I hope I did option 3 justice. Also, another option thing below. It's not for next chapter really but I do need answers as soon as possible. So, here it is.
Options:
*if you want the babt to be a boy, write 'boy' in a review with the number of the name you want him to have. And if you want it to be a girl, write 'girl' in a review with the number of the name you want her to have.*
Boys Names:
1. Ethan
2. Alfie
3. Max
4. Dylan
5. Lucas
6. Leo
Girls Names:
1. Olivia
2. Jessica
3. Ella
4. Aubrey
5. Natalie
6. Elizabeth
Hopefully the name and gender you wanted will be the most popular. Happy choosing. Until next time. :)