A/N: Season 4 Canon Divergent AU, mostly canon up to The Break Up (4x04) (I.e. there will be no Bram, no Glease, no Diva, no I Do episode)

I've been thinking about this fic for a while. HeMo looks so clearly pregnant in so many S4 scenes and they don't even try to hide it haha. That and Naya's comment about Santana getting Britt pregnant made me think of an AU where a very young Brittana somehow had a baby together during the S4 era.

I am also retconning the whole idea that was introduced in S3 about Santana's parents not having much money as that never really fit her character imo. Personally, I always headcanon Santana being a rich girl.

That song that Brittany sings later on, "I Wanna Have Your Babies" by Natasha Bedingfield and the video have always reminded me so much of Brittana from Britt's POV.

I hope you like it and if you have any thoughts, please comment and let me know. This story is also being posted on AO3.

Disclaimer: I do not own Glee or anything associated with it. This story is for entertainment only.

Living in New York City certainly wasn't as glamorous as it was cracked up to be. At least, that's how Santana currently felt.

Santana really wanted to be all famous and successful like she always imagined she would be but instead, after one too many rejections, she was just frustrated with the whole thing. Part of her wanted to run away and be back in Lima again but she had too many sorrowful memories of the place now and she didn't want to look like a failure by going back before she had accomplished something substantial with her life. She knew she didn't want to be on Broadway like Rachel or involved in fashion like Kurt but she had no idea what else to do with herself now that Glee Club was over, she dropped out of college and had no girlfriend.

She sighed, tossing down her keys on the counter and kicking off her heeled boots as she strolled into the apartment she now shared with her new frenemy, Rachel, after moving in, unannounced a while back. Kurt had somehow decided that he had enough of the squabbles between the two girls so had moved in with his new best friend - Santana didn't even want to know if there was anything more going on there - Elliott. Not having a buffer between the two of them only made Rachel get on Santana's nerves even more somehow and vice versa but it was also better not having the two of them tag team against her.

She took off her jacket, frowning when Rachel came out to greet her, skipping along merrily and sipping a cup of what looked like her usual throat coat tea.

Santana just wasn't in the mood for Rachel's cheerfulness at that moment. The brunette had just landed the role of Fanny Brice on Broadway and even though Santana couldn't think of anything worse for a job, she couldn't help but be envious of her friend's success. She was sick of everyone being more successful than she was.

"Let me guess," Santana muttered bitterly. "Your job's going great."

"Yes!" Rachel squealed happily, dancing around the apartment. "I've got a Vogue photoshoot coming up. Can you believe it? Oh this is so exciting, I can't wait to tell Finn!"

"Wow. Congrats. I mean, that's actually kind of cool. Good for you, Hobbit."

Santana tried to sound like she didn't care that much but all she could think about was how much Rachel was succeeding while she herself seemed to be floundering even more by the day. It was like all the energy and momentum had been snapped out of Santana, leaving her feeling miserable. Rachel seemed to notice her depressed mood as the taller brunette flopped onto the couch.

"Hey, you look glum, Santana. What's the matter?"

"Nothing, Berry. I'm just peachy." Santana mumbled with obvious sarcasm, crossing her arms defensively. She felt directionless, lost and completely empty but Rachel definitely didn't need to know that. She wasn't about to admit to her weakness in front of her sworn rival, even if they were on somewhat friendlier terms these days. The Broadway-loving brunette was distracted, reaching for her phone that was left on the kitchen table.

She saw Rachel's face light up when she answered a call from Finn who she was back together with now that Brody was erased from the picture once and for all. As gross as Finn and Rachel were, Santana was glad that creepy Brody was gone for good. Good riddance to the plastic Ken doll...

As much as some part of her was happy for Rachel having the love of her life back, whenever she saw them together now, happy couples just reminded Santana of the romance she was missing in her own life. Whenever she'd see a couple who were so obviously settled and in love, it just added salt to the wound.

Santana had tried so, so hard to get Brittany S. Pierce out of her head. Maybe she hadn't tried hard enough, though.

Hooking up with a series of bicurious or bisexual, leggy blonde and redheaded girls had been fun.

She couldn't deny it was an ego boost whenever some hot girl fawned all over Santana and flirted with her.

Everytime she got another tall, lithe choreographer, cheerleader or model in bed, as thrilling as it was for however long she had them there, Santana's mind would drift back to another blonde girl she was still so in love with.

These girls looked and acted somewhat similarly to her ex and they satisfied her lust but they just weren't her. Her short-lived attempts to date people who always looked and acted like knock-off versions of her ex girlfriend weren't exactly making things any better for her romance life either.

"Rachel, what the fuck is this?" Santana groaned suddenly, almost tripping over what looked like the bare bones of a Barbra Streisand shrine being assembled in the "living room" area of their loft. "I thought I told you to get rid of this crap?"

She muttered to herself grumpily, tossing random Barbra wigs out of the way. Rachel was insane about this sort of stuff and Santana had no patience for it. The shorter girl immediately marched in angrily and rounded on her, appalled.

"Santana! Those are priceless memorabilia! Put those down right this instant or I swear I'll-"

"Oh hell no, I share this living room too and there's no way in hell I'm going to let this apartment become dedicated to your creepy obsession!"

"It's not creepy!"

"Wait, shut up. I heard something just now."

Santana and Rachel hesitantly walked over to the door, wondering who could be out there at this time. It couldn't be Kurt or Elliott as they had just left to perform at some concert for their little band they had put together that night. It also couldn't be Finn as he was still back in Lima teaching the new Glee Club. Finn didn't have a lot of money and he wouldn't usually take trips to visit his girlfriend without telling Rachel in advance. They didn't exactly know a lot of people in New York and all of their friends were back in Lima or in Los Angeles.

"Why don't you go check?" Rachel hid behind Santana nervously. It was late at night and almost pitch black outside.

Santana looked around cautiously and picked up a baseball bat that she somehow had kept with her for all these years even though she hadn't played baseball since she was a kid.

"Why do I have to be the one to check for burglars?" Santana scowled, disgruntled. "You always want to be the dainty little princess."

"Well I'm certainly not going to check!" Rachel scoffed. "That should be your job!"

Santana just rolled her eyes and eventually gave in when she realized Rachel wasn't going to back down.

"Alright, fine, you little coward. Who is it?" She called out the last part loudly, trying to sound as tough and intimidating as possible.

Before whoever it was could answer, she looked through the peephole and was startled. It couldn't be… but it was.

Santana's heart began to race. No, no she had to be imagining this… there was no reason for her to be here.

"Santana? Is that you?"

Yet it was unmistakably Brittany's voice. The voice that Santana missed so much and would have secretly given anything to hear again. The voice she still had dreams about. It had been so long that she couldn't believe it. It was too good to be true. She hesitantly took the latch off and opened the door after taking a deep calming breath.

"Hi, Santana."

Sure enough, Brittany S. Pierce was standing there looking even more beautiful and angelic than Santana remembered, smiling sweetly as Rachel came over to see what was happening while Santana stood frozen.

"Brittany? What are you doing here?" Rachel asked, bewildered by the blonde's unexpected arrival and a little flustered as she felt she wasn't at all prepared for an unexpected guest. "Why didn't you call or text if you were coming to town?"

"Sorry, I was sort of in a rush and this was a last minute thing, you know?"

"Brittany?" Santana finally whispered, once she had got her ability to speak back. It was so difficult to control herself and not immediately launch herself at the blonde so that she could hold her in her arms again. However she still had all of these fears in the back of her mind and she didn't know how Brittany would feel about that kind of close contact between them again. "Is there something wrong? What happened?"

Had the blonde had another nervous breakdown? Had something terrible happened to her?

"Well…" Brittany remarked casually, tilting her head to the side as if thinking about her situation. "Mom and Dad are renovating our kitchen. I'm pregnant. I still have to go to counselling sessions with Miss Pillsbury every week. Tina got back with Mike again, finally. Lord Tubbington is back on cocaine…"

"Whoa… wait, what?!" Santana blurted, not sure if she had heard her correctly. She had to be imagining this. "Britt… you're pregnant?!"

"Definitely. I'm pregnant and it's yours." Brittany spoke with certainty.

Pregnant

Pregnant?

Pregnant?!

The world spun around her. Rachel gasped, cupping her hands over her mouth and Santana felt unsteady on her feet.

"Wait, Brittany… you're really? You're pregnant! This is highly unexpected but congratulations! Oh my goodness… aren't you still in high school? Oh my Santana, are you okay? You look a little pale-"

"Rachel, grab her, she's gonna-"

Those were the last words Santana heard before everything faded to darkness.