Three Months Ago

It all began in early August, several weeks before Brittany was set to go back to high school to repeat her senior year and Santana planned on going off to college.

The Glee kids were talking about having another party that day but Santana had enough of these cutesy bonding moments with those losers to last her a lifetime. She was more than happy to skip it, even if finally winning Nationals had been the best feeling she had ever had, second only to finally having her girlfriend in her arms and being able to admit her sexuality and love for her to everyone.

So they ended up having a sex marathon instead that had been interrupted several times by Santana getting annoyed whenever one of the Glee Club members called or texted them, which was happening way too often. She had eventually grabbed the phone and growled at Artie in exasperation when he had the nerve to call Brittany just to chat about whatever stupidity he wanted to blabber about just when she and her girlfriend were in the middle of something.

All she wanted was some quality time alone with Britt. Them getting totally wasted and spending the weekend virtually naked the entire time had been one of the best plans they ever had.

Santana was sure that if effort alone could get someone pregnant, Brittany would be having triplets by now after the way she just fucked her.

"Oh wow," Brittany just gazed at her dreamily, caressing her bare shoulders and back appreciatively. "That was awesome."

Santana smirked, feeling smug about how the girl was looking at her.

"I forgot how good this is when you're all possessive and clingy," Brittany smiled coyly, wrapping a leg over both of Santana's as they both panted. "You're like an animal, San."

"Damn right. You're mine."

"I'm yours." Brittany agreed breathlessly, biting her lip and had that glint in her eye that suggested she was thinking of round five. As much as she was enjoying this, Santana was pretty sure Brittany was going to kill her. All things considered, suffocation by those creamy thighs wasn't a bad way to go.

As she traced little hearts on her lover's bare shoulder, Brittany began humming a song that she had been singing from time to time whenever they were together. That one song always made Santana swallow nervously, her heart beating a little faster everytime she thought too deeply about the lyrics and about why the blonde might be singing them in her presence.

I wanna have your babies

Get serious like crazy

I wanna have your babies

I see 'em springing up like daisies

"Um, Britt?"

"Yeah?"

"I'm not sure if you realize it but you're humming that song again."

"Oh. Oops." The blonde giggled, her cheeks a little flushed.

"You sounded really cute though."

Santana laughed, kissing her cheek softly and tucking a strand of blonde hair behind her ear. She loved when Brittany sang, especially when she made up her own silly songs just to make Santana laugh or ease the darker-haired girl's nerves. Sometimes Brittany would sing the most ridiculous or sexual songs right when they were about to get each other into bed or when she was trying to seduce Santana. It was just one of the many cute little things about the blonde.

Despite how good she currently felt, a wave of nervous energy swept over Santana as she thought about those particular lyrics again. Santana always got a little nervous when Brittany sang that song and gave her that type of look. The blonde had been a little baby-obsessed ever since they were six and she was begging Santana to play house with her.

Brittany looked up at her sheepishly after a while as they lay in comfortable silence in the afterglow.

"So you know what we were talking about before? About the whole having a baby thing?"

This was exactly the topic Santana had been so terrified of and she cleared her throat awkwardly.

"Britt… not that I don't want to - I mean, not that I dislike the idea of it or anything, with you but weren't we saying before we're a little too young for that right now?" Santana mumbled, trying to let her down gently. She didn't want to reveal how scared she was and she needed to steer Brittany off of this topic quickly. "I love you so much. We can talk about everything else later but right now, I just really need my gorgeous girlfriend in my arms so we can get back to where we were. Did I ever tell you that you have the sexiest body in existence?"

Brittany raised her eyebrows, the sides of her lips curving upwards as she rolled her eyes fondly at her girlfriend when Santana's hands settled on her hips. She knew Santana meant what she said but was also trying to deflect from the other topic that always made the dark-haired girl so anxious. Brittany thought it was cute how nervous Santana would get sometimes but decided to take pity on her.

"Ooo, flattery. Trying to distract me with your charms?"

Santana just laughed, the dimples in her cheeks deepening and those cute crinkles by her eyes showing. Brittany looked at her adoringly, kissing her and the other girl momentarily lost track of time, forgetting about anything else when her girlfriend was fully nude and ravishing, laying back on the bed and waiting for Santana only to please her.

Several orgasms later for both of them, Santana all but passed out half on top of Brittany, smiling into the girl's neck.

That was the start of how they ended up in this whole predicament.

"Oh fuck…" Santana woke up, hearing doors slam upstairs as her parents no doubt were finally back from their business trip. She cringed as she sat up, both from the pounding headache she had as well as the state she saw her room was in. It looked like a tornado had been through it. She realized she was completely naked. To make things worse, she could feel Brittany moving beside her groaning in her sleep as she tried to reach for Santana's waist and pull her back into the bed. "Oh fuck… what did we do?"

Her memory was trickling back to her in pieces.

The sound of her mother's voice and pounding on her door brought her back to reality. Her mother would not approve of her daughter having a naked woman in her bedroom especially after learning of her sexuality. Oh this was definitely against the open door policy they had in place since she had been open to them about dating Brittany.

"Santana!"

"Coming!" She huffed. She turned to Brittany, who was now slowly waking up and whispered urgently, "Quick - Hide! My mom's home!"

Brittany glanced at her nervously but was still apparently too groggy to know what was happening. Before she could make a move, the door slammed open and Maribel let out a sound of shock, covering her eyes with her hand. Santana huddled together with her girlfriend, covering them both with the sheets as best as we could but she was sure her mother had a good glimpse of her and Brittany tangled together, clearly naked under the covers. This really looked bad for her.

"Ay, Dios Mio! Santana, what is going on here?!"

"I- I can explain, Mami!"

"I'm giving you ten minutes to put on some clothes and explain to me what happened in this house!" Maribel shouted, focusing her gaze on Santana's face as she pointedly avoided looking at the blonde next to her. "You can both get dressed and then you may drop your girlfriend home while I'm upstairs in my room. Then, we'll talk about what went on here."

Santana was relieved that at the very least Brittany was saved from the embarrassment of having to do the walk of shame in front of her parents, or worse, sit through a lecture about why it was inappropriate for them to have sex in the Lopez house.

Brittany yelped and ran over to look out the basement window, fully naked. Santana was enjoying the view, even in her panicked state.

"Oh my…"

"What happened, Britt?"

Santana watched her in concern as Brittany slapped a hand over her mouth, her face going pale.

"I think you made me pregnant last night. Or maybe before that."

Santana felt like she was going to pass out as Brittany's words echoed in her head a few times. She hadn't thought that was something she was capable of doing.

"Huh?"

"I just saw a stork flying by again and I don't know, Santana, I missed my period and I do feel kind of weird lately. My boobs are tingling right now." She grabbed them for emphasis, distracting Santana for a moment when her gaze dropped to the area Brittany was squeezing. Then the panic set in again and she cleared her throat.

"Oh my God! We have to get you some pregnancy tests, okay?" She lowered her voice, remembering that her parents were around and this was definitely not something she wanted them knowing about in addition to everything else. "I'm such an idiot! My parents are going to kill me for this."

"No you're not. I wanted to do it with you. It was really special and magical, like always." Brittany smiled at her reassuringly, caressing her face softly after the two of them were in a somewhat presentable state and taking her hands in hers. Santana's face softened for a moment but then she grimaced when her gaze drifted to the bras, panties and junk food wrappers strewn haphazardly all over.

"Wait a minute… What am I saying?" Santana chuckled as she began to calm down and think more clearly. Sometimes Brittany got so caught up in her fantasies that Santana got pulled into them as well before she knew what was happening. Then a feeling of relief came over her and she berated herself internally for being such a dumbass. "We're just both being silly getting caught up in all of this. Don't you worry, Beautiful. You know I can't get you pregnant, at least in that way, even if I wanted to. That isn't really how things work with our anatomy, Babe, you know that. It's not that easy for me to actually just make a baby with you by accident. It's one less worry for our parents I guess."

"But… the storks."

Brittany was pouting and Santana couldn't handle that sad little look from her so she decided to humour her by getting her the pregnancy tests anyway.

"Okay, you know what? You're right. Let's go out and get some for you. For practice."

Later that day she went over to the Pierce house after she had dealt with a stern lecture from her parents and took the blonde out for a secret shopping trip. Seeing Brittany's crestfallen face when the tests showed negative results had been like a punch in the gut but she couldn't understand why the ditzy blonde was reacting this way instead of the relief she expected her to feel.

"You got your hopes up. Britt, even if we could, we weren't ready anyway, right?" Santana held her tightly, kissing her forehead and cheeks. "We're only eighteen now. We can do this again one day properly or at least talk about it when we're ma- I mean, one day when things are more settled and it will be the best thing we ever do together. I promise."

Brittany watched Santana with wide eyes for a moment and the darker-haired woman immediately felt heat rush to her face, realizing she had almost slipped up and talked about marriage. Marriage for her, to any woman at all, seemed so far off and she had never really put much thought into it. She imagined she'd be some really successful, famous person before marriage was even contemplated for her.

"I know. Deep down I know the stork isn't real and we can't really- I just really wish, sometimes that… " Brittany sighed, unable to keep the dejected look off of her face as she swallowed back tears, cutting herself off. Santana watched her with concern, thinking maybe the blonde was too swept up in her fantasies or maybe something else was upsetting her. "I'm sorry for being stupid and ridiculous about this. It's not fair to you either. I feel so selfish."

"You're not being stupid or selfish, or anything like that. It's natural for you to want a baby. Don't ever say bad things about yourself just because you're feeling a little emotional today," Santana cupped her cheeks gently and lowered her voice to a whisper, as she tried to find the right words. "Hey, look at me. You're okay with- with you not being pregnant, though, right?"

"Right… "

Santana could tell by the way Brittany choked out the word in a tiny voice and her facial expression that her girlfriend was still very upset.

"Oh, Britt, I'm sorry. You're hurt. It's not really okay, is it? Please don't cry."

Santana saw Brittany's lower lip wobble and pulled her into her arms as the blonde began to sob loudly into her neck. She winced, her own eyes beginning to glaze over with tears as she struggled to think of how to comfort the blonde.

Santana was stunned as she hadn't realized just how attached Brittany had become to the idea that she was pregnant with their child. Maybe Brittany was just a little more emotional than normal because of her hormones and because of that, she wasn't thinking about all of this clearly. Santana had never really thought about children for herself and she thought she was a long way away from even having to think about it.

Seeing Quinn go through the hardships of her teen pregnancy had been terrifying and even aside from that, Santana had no desire to ever be pregnant but she knew in the back of her mind that there were other ways she could have children. She didn't understand why Brittany needed this so badly because she had never felt such a desire in herself to carry a child but she tried to empathize with how blonde must feel.

Many women wanted more than anything to be pregnant, so it wasn't as if Brittany's desires were uncommon. She gently rubbed Brittany's back up and down, wishing that she knew how to help the girl feel better but this was one thing she couldn't fix for Brittany at the moment, as they currently were.

"Oh Babe. I hate to see you so sad. We'll find a way to make it work, okay?" She told her, stroking her hair.

Brittany nodded into her neck, after her sobs began to subside a little but she was clinging to her, needing comfort that Santana was more than happy to provide.

"Promise?"

"Promise," Santana agreed, rubbing her back. She held Brittany in her arms for a long time until she was satisfied that her girlfriend calmed down. "Hey, let's go out for ice cream at that place you like later, okay? My treat and we'll watch movies with Lord Tubbington or do whatever you want after that."

She hoped that the promise of an ice cream date would distract Brittany from her depressed mood, even just a little. Brittany's face lit up but only just slightly, her eyes still not as bright and her smile not as full as usual. She took the hand that Santana had offered to her after they had both got dressed and Santana made a point of being gentle with her that afternoon, trying her best to make light-hearted jokes and say all the right things to cheer her girl up.