Six Years Ago

Being a professional dancer wasn't exactly easy but Brittany had been dancing her entire life, since before she could walk practically, according to her mom and it was the only life that felt right for her. Everything about dancing came naturally to her in a way that academics didn't.

The ditzy blonde was performing on stage at The Pussy Cat, a fancy club in Lima as a backup dancer for Mercedes who was fast becoming one of the biggest stars in the pop scene when she caught the eye of a gorgeous stranger near the front row. The sexy woman, who had rich black hair and glowing brown skin, was clearly undressing her with her dark, lustful eyes in a very brazen way, making no effort to hide her interest.

The blonde couldn't deny that it gave her a thrill to know the effect she obviously had on the woman. It made her feel powerful to know that those onyx eyes were drinking her in and she'd notice everytime the woman's face tensed when Brittany would gyrate her hips or flex her abs just so in the skimpy dress she was wearing with her long legs and cleavage on full display. The woman's arousal was more than obvious. Brittany gave her most sultry, cat-eyed stare, winking and they continued their little game of catching each other's eye throughout the performance.

Brittany's heart began to beat faster, her stomach fluttering the entire time she was going through the choreo and she made sure to make every move in the already sexual dance seem even more sensual, flipping her long hair in the hopes of impressing the mystery woman. The crowd cheered when their set was finally over. It was the loudest applause they had received so far in any city.

She was breathless when the stranger walked up to her directly after her performance but not just because of all of the dancing. The other backup dancers who were Brittany's close friends by now after so many tours together throughout the country and abroad had already disappeared backstage, smirking knowingly at their friend when they noticed who she was staring at in the crowd.

"Hi. See something you like?" Brittany teased with a coquettish grin, tilting her head to the side as she noticed the way the woman still was standing there speechless and hadn't taken her eyes off of her when they met in the crowd.

The bubbly blonde couldn't resist saying something to her admirer and turning on her fox-eyed stare as she dared the woman to make a move. To most people, the flirty girl would have sounded as confident and bold as she always was but Brittany could hear the slight nervous tremble of her own voice and the way it was higher-pitched than normal.

So many men and some women had stared at her openly just like that, captivated by the way Brittany moved so fluidly but it was the first time the blonde felt such an answering pull of intense arousal, her cheeks flushing with warmth.

Sure, she could have and had had anyone she wanted in the past in her bed but no one had ever made her feel like this, like she was dying to feel her body pressed against them to the point that she couldn't think of anything else.

She was sure that her entire face and even the tips of her ears were probably bright pink as she dipped her head shyly with a giggle. It was the third night in a row that Ms. Sexy with those penetrating dark eyes was back to watch her.

She knew as soon as she gazed into those deep, jet black eyes that she'd need this stranger in her bed and soon. She was probably a few inches shorter than Brittany, her body slim but perfectly toned. Everything about her, from her high cheekbones, full lips and that cocky little smirk on her face to the playful glint in her eyes and the sharpness of her jawline turned Brittany on so much that she felt almost dazed. She had this dominating aura about her.

"Hi. You're stunning," The woman came closer behind her, her lips ghosting against her ear. Brittany shivered but didn't pull away even though their close proximity was driving her crazy. "I couldn't take my eyes off of you. I'm Santana Lopez, by the way."

Santana… of course the stranger would have such a beautiful, distinctive name that fit her so well. The woman's voice was low and husky in a way that made Brittany shiver. Santana had such a powerful presence and Brittany had a feeling she was accustomed to getting anything she wanted, including any woman she wanted to be her plaything.

She got the impression Santana was one of those wealthy business executive types. Even though she could practically swoon over how hot Santana was, Brittany decided to toy with her, batting her eyelashes playfully. Santana moved to stand in front of her, leaning close.

"Brittany S. Pierce. So what do you do, Miss Lopez? Other than leer at hot blonde dancer girls?"

Santana's eyes widened at her quip, tensing up as Brittany giggled at her but once she recovered from being thrown off of her game, she grinned at the blonde in that playful way again. She chuckled at being called out.

"Wait, you've never heard of me? I mean, God, okay that sounded arrogant but it's just that well… I'm kind of a big deal around here."

"No not really. It's okay," Brittany giggled, "I like arrogant. It's sexy on you."

At her words, Santana's lips parted and her eyes widened, clearly taken aback by how bold Brittany was. Brittany found it amusing how she kept managing to fluster and confuse the poor girl with her comments.

"Dance with me, Brittany."

"Oh, so bossy," Brittany teased again as Santana tensed up, as if wondering if she had done something wrong to offend her. The darker woman clearly took everything so seriously. "I like that. It's hot."

Santana gave her another one of her "I'm going to ravish you in the next five seconds" stares, making Brittany's legs feel weak and the next thing she knew, she was leading the taller, perky blonde into a dance.

They began to move together in the dimly lit room, getting lost in the crowded dance floor and she quickly realized how much she loved dancing with this girl. She wasn't of course, anywhere near as skilled as a professional but she kept up with Brittany and they synced together perfectly. The blonde loved allowing her to lead.

Brittany closed her eyes and grinded into Santana's frame, swaying with her as some fast-paced pop song played. She could easily get lost in the feeling of this. Santana had this slightly spicy, musky smell that pervaded Brittany's senses and made her conscious of the warm arousal spreading through her.

Santana's strong hands soon drifted to her hips then slipped around her waist and she pulled her closer so there was barely any space between them. Brittany put her arms around her neck. Soon they were basically just grinding against each other sensually to a slower song and Brittany could tell by the way Santana tightened her grip around her tiny waist that she wanted much more. She loved how bold and forceful Santana was.

"Has anyone ever told you how adorable you are? I've never met anyone like you before." Santana purred, nipping the shell of her ear as Brittany turned to back her and roll her hips back into hers. Santana skimmed her hand over her abs then over the soft skin of her exposed thigh.

Brittany couldn't take much more and flipped around to face her. As soon as she locked eyes with her dark ones, Brittany could tell Santana was thinking the same thing. Though they had never met before, there was already a magnetism between them and she could tell they would be insanely sexually compatible, every touch between them so charged.

She closed her eyes and Santana pulled her into a heated kiss, melting against her when her pouty, soft lips moved against hers insistently. Brittany sucked on her upper lip, thinking it was cute how the top one was plumper than the lower one.

"Want to get out of here, Sweetheart?" Santana whispered seductively as they both panted heavily. Brittany closed her eyes again, panting in arousal as Santana grinded up against her front and shoved her thigh between Brittany's legs, pressing hot kisses along the column of her neck and then biting her ear again.

It was impossible to refuse her even if she wanted to. Sure, Brittany knew this was going to end up becoming yet another one night stand but God if it wasn't the hottest thing imaginable and she couldn't resist her. The blonde couldn't focus on anything other than how much she needed their clothes off right now and those hands on her body.

"Yes." She breathed and she heard Santana's aroused intake of breath when she noticed Brittany clench her thighs together. She trailed her fingertips up Santana's arm flirtatiously, realizing with a blush how wet she already was just from their kisses.

As soon as they made it to Santana's fancy hotel room, she pushed Brittany up against the door and her mouth was on hers again, slipping her tongue against hers. Santana flipped up her dress, clearly wasting no time and smirked, raising an eyebrow in surprise when she noticed her choice of underwear.

"Hello Kitty, huh?" Santana teased. "Cute."

"You like?" Brittany joked, then her voice turned sultry as she met her darkened eyes. "I'm so wet for you. Please touch me, Santana."

Santana's gaze became more heated when she noticed how Brittany's thong was sticking to her, the fabric practically soaked through and useless at this point.

The darker woman slid her hand between Brittany's thighs and rubbed her over her panties firmly as Brittany whimpered and pushed herself into her hand. After she'd had enough of teasing her, Santana slipped her skimpy pink thong off, chuckling at how soaked the flimsy fabric was and then took a moment to slide her fingers through her, feeling her warmth.

She slipped a finger inside of Brittany easily, making her gasp. She smiled when Brittany pleaded for more and added another then a third. Santana kept moving in and out, filling her perfectly. She leaned in to suck gently on her nipple, circling it with the tip of her tongue as Brittany cried out. She squirmed, feeling herself becoming wetter as Santana twisted and curled her fingers. It didn't take long for Brittany to come after that with a cry of her name.

She had barely recovered when Santana moved on top of her, gently cupping her cheek and tilting her face towards hers so that she could lean in to kiss her heatedly. She kept grinding against Brittany's thigh, faster and harder while panting into her neck.

Brittany gasped when a hand came down to lift her thigh, encouraging the blonde to wrap it around her waist and shifting so that their cores were pressed together at the perfect angle to make both of them see stars. Brittany gasped, her grip on Santana's shoulders tightening when she realized what the darker woman was doing.

Her cheeks became flushed, knowing Santana could feel how she was hot and soaking for her. She could feel that the woman was in the same state, practically dripping against her core as she pushed into her. Brittany felt proud as she felt the evidence of how turned on Santana was for her. Santana pushed her hips into hers repeatedly, the pressure just right for both of them as Brittany's hands roamed over her shoulders and back desperately trying to hold on.

"Fuck, you feel so good. You're so wet." Santana hummed against her jaw, gently tucking a strand of blonde hair behind her ear. Brittany rolled her hips upward to meet Santana's thrusts and soon she was coming again, her thighs trembling and a soft whimper escaping her. Her leg tightened around Santana.

She could tell Santana was losing control, getting close now as her rhythm became more erratic and forceful. Brittany's hands trailed over the darker woman's hips to squeeze her tight ass, helping her along and Santana thrusted hard against her once more before Brittany felt her shivering and wetness release against her as she came. Santana collapsed into her arms, panting against her neck and Brittany welcomed the feeling of her warmth and weight against her.

Once she had somewhat recovered, Brittany rolled them over so that she was on top, straddling Santana's lap and kissed her soundly, getting no protests from the woman. After giving her thighs and ass a good squeeze, Santana sneakily slid her hand up between her legs to stroke her and smirked when she realized how wet Brittany was.

"You have no idea how beautiful you look right now. Can't get enough of me, Babe?" Santana chuckled and Brittany just smiled into their kisses that were becoming more intense by the second, not denying how much she wanted her still.

She whined for a second when Santana separated from her to get up and retrieve something. Her eyes lit up when the woman came back and slipped under the sheets. Brittany had a glimpse of what Santana was strapped into and she immediately parted her legs for her lover, sighing when she sank so deeply into her with the toy. Her mind became blissfully blank. She soon forgot about anything other than the feeling of Santana moving inside of her in and out, filling her so well and hitting that one spot inside of her.

"You feel so good." She could barely manage to get any words out in between moans as Santana circled her clit with her fingertip while continuing to thrust into her more aggressively. Brittany kissed her strong neck, wrapping her long legs around Santana's waist and giving herself over to the mind numbing pleasure as clutched tightly onto her lover's shoulders. She really did see stars, pleasure shooting up her spine and arching her back when Santana made her come again.

Sometime after their fifth round and losing track of how many orgasms she had in all of the positions they had been in, Brittany passed out in Santana's embrace, her head resting on her shoulder.

Although it was the hottest experience Brittany had ever had, she wasn't expecting Santana to still be there in the morning, cuddled close to her and the soft way she spoke to her in her cute, raspy voice that was hoarse from sleep. She definitely wasn't expecting the next words she said.

"Brittany, I- I don't want to leave you. Can I see you again?" The darker woman asked in a shy voice that was so unlike her normal loud and confident self. There was a hint of vulnerability in her deep black eyes that exposed her true feelings. Brittany felt like she was falling into an abyss the longer she stared into them.

Brittany nodded quickly with a coy smile and couldn't help but kiss her full lips, thinking she was adorable and laughing happily. They began to make love all over again and even the soreness Brittany felt from the night before felt so good. She was going to be hurting so much at dance practice later but it was so worth it.

Santana, as it turned out, was this big shot in town, as confirmed by the way all of Brittany's friends' eyes widened when they saw the two of them out together shopping, walking hand in hand. The Lopez family were one of the richest, most elite families and Santana had started her own company at a young age. She already was highly successful in her late twenties.

She even owned several night clubs, including The Pussy Cat where Brittany had performed. Brittany wasn't surprised to find out how rich Santana was, as the woman had that aura about her and everything she owned was insanely expensive.

Between Brittany's constant tours keeping her busy and Santana's business trips, they were forced to spend a lot of time apart but they made up for lost time when they saw each other.

She didn't want to force Santana into putting labels on their relationship because she suspected it would scare the girl off but the truth was she hadn't dated or slept with anyone else since the moment she met the black-haired girl and she had a feeling Santana was the same.

When Brittany came over to her apartment one night after returning from a tour of Europe, Santana was on her right away, pulling her into a rough kiss that made her toes curl as she ran her fingers through her waves of blonde hair. She always loved Brittany's hair.

"Hi, Babe. Hm, you taste so good." Brittany sighed against Santana's lips, wrapping her arms around her neck and pulling her closer. She nuzzled into her, rubbing her cheek against Brittany's like a cat and it was the most adorable thing ever.

"Mm, those naughty pics from you sent me crazy," Santana admitted and Brittany giggled, thinking about the very explicit photos she had sent her lover while they were apart. "All I could think about was touching you again."

Nothing felt better than when Santana had her laid out on her black silk sheets, worshipping her curves and pausing to kiss each freckle on her stomach and thighs as she curled her fingers into her.

Afterward, when they were both more than sated, Santana pulled her into her arms and they cuddled close. Brittany couldn't help but smile, closing her eyes as she inhaled her comforting scent. Although their sex life was beyond amazing, these quiet moments where they just held each other contentedly meant everything to her.

Santana felt so warm and Brittany loved the way she held her so tightly and possessively, as though she never wanted to let her go. Brittany loved the way Santana claimed her in these private moments. She had never felt as if she belonged with anyone the way she did with Santana.

"You feel so soft, Britt and you smell so sweet. How do you always feel so good?"

Brittany sighed happily, thinking there was nothing more she'd ever want than the warmth of Santana's body pressed against hers. She wanted to say something foolish and silly like "I love you" but she bit her lip, holding back.

"You're so talented, Britt." Jake told her, when they had finished going through some steps, both of them breathless but proud of themselves.

The handsome, dark-skinned boy, who was just a few years younger than Brittany, was one of the most talented male dancers Mercedes had recruited. He had been friends with Brittany for some time now and although he had a reputation for being a bit of a womanizer, the blonde got along with him well.

"So are you!" She laughed, handing him a bottle water from the fridge as she got one for herself as well.

"Hey, I really like you, Brittany." He moved closer, putting his arms around her. Brittany bit her lip, feeling instantly uncomfortable with where this was going and tensing up.

She needed to be honest with him about the fact that there wasn't going to be anything more between them but she didn't want to hurt him. Hanging out with Jake alone had been a bad idea.

There had been a short fling between them months before Brittany had ever met her current lover but that hadn't meant anything and Brittany had assumed she and Jake had been on the same page about them being better off as just friends.

Clearly, Jake hadn't got that same memo as he pushed his lips against hers and Brittany's eyes went wide.

"Brittany! I'm here, I - "

Santana had just let herself into the blonde's apartment and cut herself off, noticing the position Brittany and Jake were in. Brittany pushed him away from her, creating space between them, but the damage was done.

Brittany bit her lip, realizing this was not going to go well. Santana was so insecure sometimes and she'd get so jealous, always thinking someone was going to steal Brittany away.

Even though the darker woman would never talk about it openly, Brittany could tell she was really jealous of her with others. It didn't help that so many people flirted openly with the blonde, even when the two of them were out together… well admittedly not for long in those situations as Santana would deliver such a death glare that whichever man or woman dared to leer at Brittany would promptly run away.

"What the fuck?" The Latina yelled at Jake who held up his hands defensively and stared at her like she was going crazy. "Get off of her! What the hell do you think you're doing with her!?"

"Hey man, what's your problem?" Jake scowled at her in response. "Aren't you Santana Lopez? What are you doing here?"

"My problem is you being all over her, you little bastard! Who the fuck do you think you are?!"

"Whoa, wait a minute," Jake looked from Brittany to Santana, putting two and two together as Santana continued to curse at him incoherently in terrible Spanish. "You two are… together? Brittany, I didn't know you were dating someone."

Santana didn't confirm or deny them being a couple, which made Brittany confused but she took her cues from her lover. The darker woman was clearly beyond devastated and confused as she fell silent, staring at Brittany and Jake.

Brittany frowned, going over to her to try to put her arms around her but Santana only shrugged her off, her expression turning cold. Brittany knew she was lashing out because she was hurt but it still stung.

"Santana, please, calm down. Wait, you don't understand, please let me explain-"

"Explain what, Brittany? Did I interrupt you and your little boyfriend or something? Sorry, I guess I wasn't ever good enough for you."

Brittany gasped, hurt at the idea that Santana would have so little trust in her. It was too late to say anything more as the stubborn woman was already walking away and Brittany could see her shoulders shaking as she was no doubt starting to sob in frustration and jealousy.

The fiery Latina could become so moody sometimes and Brittany knew she'd work herself up into such a state. When Santana got this way, there was nothing she'd be able to do or say to change her mind.

She hadn't seen or spoken to Santana in weeks as the woman wasn't answering her calls. No one had ever broke her heart like this and she had cried herself to sleep for yet another night, missing her lover's presence. Brittany's eyes snapped open as she woke up from a strange dream and found herself hanging across her bed sideways as she sometimes did.

She was staying at her parents' house for a few days in her childhood bedroom. The next thing she realized was that she felt a little unlike herself. Between all of the recent tiredness and weight gain, she was starting to wonder if something more serious was happening to her. Not to mention she hadn't had her period for what felt like a million years… she had missed a period a few times before but it had never been this long.

It was probably time to go to an actual doctor instead of depending on her mother's herbal remedies.

"I shouldn't eat much, Mom. Maybe just some chocolate cake. Something weird is happening to me… not bad weird I don't think but just weird."

Whitney fell silent and Brittany didn't understand why she was staring at her for the longest time weirdly then she squealed in excitement and threw her arms around her daughter.

"Brittany, Honey, I'm gonna be honest and just say it like it is because I can just tell. You're pregnant."

"Huh?" Brittany blinked a few times. That possibility hadn't exactly occurred to her. She touched her stomach, cupping the area that was noticeably more rounded than normal. Her breasts were kind of fuller than normal too, come to think of it, which wasn't such a bad thing. "What makes you think that?"

Her cheeks flushed as she thought back to the last time she had made love with Santana. She hadn't been intimate with anyone else except for Santana for the longest time.

"I don't know, it's a mother's intuition. It's what you wanted too, isn't it? It's Santana's baby."

Brittany nodded, sighing to herself. She knew her mother was right. Sometimes if two women shared a deep enough connection, they could conceive a child and Brittany had wanted a baby for as long as she could remember but she had never dared to dream of that happening with Santana.

Despite her sadness about what had happened between them, her stomach fluttered and a warmth came over her at the thought that they were so deeply connected to be able to have a baby with both of their genes. It felt magical.

"Oh, Sweetheart. I'm so sorry. I know you really love her," Whitney pulled her daughter into a hug as she wept against her shoulder, admitting that her mother was right. "She'll come back to you one day."

Brittany fantasized about holding a tiny baby with golden skin, soft curls, dimples and black eyes in her arms. It didn't seem so bad at all when she thought of it that way. In fact, she felt happy for a fleeting moment at the comforting thought as she wiped a tear from her eye.

Several pregnancy tests and a trip to the doctor confirmed that Whitney's intuition was right. Brittany was a few months pregnant.

As the pregnancy progressed, Brittany began to feel better emotionally.

Aside from how tired she was, it was lovely being pregnant. She no longer felt as depressed as she was after the break up. She kept craving all kinds of sugary treats but chocolate especially - and breadsticks from Breadstix, strangely enough. Then she remembered how much Santana had been obsessed with that place and it all made sense.

Her skin was glowing, her hair was luscious and she loved every second of carrying her baby. She just wished that she could share this experience with Santana. She bit her lip, wincing as she thought about how good of a provider her ex was and how protective Santana would have been. Sometimes she just needed to be held in Santana's arms again, even though she was happy having her family, friends and growing baby.

She thought about having a tiny little one who looked just like Santana in her arms and it made her feel blissful, despite how sad it was to even think of her former lover.

It came as no surprise to her when she found out she was carrying a boy as she already predicted it from the start. A boy who liked to kick a lot but but she didn't mind that because it was cute. At least she had this little one who she already adored so much even if she desperately needed her absent lover back.

"Hi, Baby Kitten," Brittany whispered softly, rubbing her stomach gently as she felt him kicking one night, as he had the habit of doing whenever she was lying in bed. She wished so much that Santana could be there and experience the joy of feeling him kicking softly. The thought of that brought a fresh flood of tears to her. "I love you too. Mommy needs to sleep now, Kitten. Don't worry, I promise Mami will be back one day."

Lord Tubbington chose that moment to come by and lay on her stomach, as he loved to do these days, which made her smile as she hugged him close.

"When are you going to tell her, Brittany?" Her old friend from high school, Tina Cohen-Chang asked when they met up at the Lima Bean. Brittany had admitted the truth to her, Rachel, Sugar and Mercedes about her pregnancy and everyone has more or less figured out it was Santana's baby.

"Should I? She clearly doesn't want anything more to do with me and I don't want to ruin her life by putting all of this pressure on her."

"You shouldn't think that way, Britt. It's her baby too, so it's her responsibility as well. If Mike and I were in this situation, you'd bet your ass I'd tell him. Of course, his parents would kill him when they found out."

Brittany smiled. Tina was kind of pushy but she did make a good point.

"I guess you're right… and it's her baby too… she deserves to know about her baby."

After a lot of digging and asking around, Brittany discovered that Santana was now living in Hawaii. It figured that the woman had moved far away from Lima, as if she wanted to completely erase her past.

Brittany tensed up, a cold feeling coming over her when she finally worked up the courage to call Santana yet again and heard a woman's bubbly Valley Girl voice that was similar to Brittany's and definitely did not belong to the Latina.

"Hello? Who is this? Is anyone there?"

Brittany couldn't speak. She immediately felt tears come to hear eyes and ended the call. The thought of Santana moving on to a new girlfriend or even worse… a wife, was just too much to handle.

On February 14th, the day before her own birthday, Brittany went into labour. It figured that she was having a Valentine's baby. She and Santana both loved the holiday so much and they both owned a million heart-themed things, including a gold necklace Santana always wore with a heart pendant.

He was premature… figured he'd be impatient too like a Lopez. She couldn't resist naming him after her lover, remembering her unique, pretty middle name.

"Hi, Baby." She whispered softly when the screaming little one was placed in her arms, her parents fawning over him. He instantly quieted, nuzzling into her chest.

It made her melt but a wave of sadness came over her at the same time when she realized as the days went on that he could have been Santana's twin in so many ways. Brittany couldn't imagine a prettier baby and his soft kitten noises were the cutest things she had ever heard. He was everything she ever imagined in her wildest dreams. She had always wanted a son.

Valentino was exactly how she imagined he was going to be. A really tiny, frail baby with those distinctive black eyes that were exactly like Santana's, twin dimples on his cheeks, dark hair and pouty lips. He was Santana's little mirror image.

"We've got a new little kitten, Tubbs. It's your baby brother." Brittany whispered to him, cradling the baby in her arms as she made her way into her childhood bedroom where a crib was set up after they had come back from the hospital. Tubbs looked up at the baby curiously, his baleful eyes filled with interest as if he knew right away that Valentino was Brittany's baby and felt a closeness with him because of that.