A/N: Thanks for reading so far and I really love reading all your comments. I want to thank everyone who left reviews - you guys are the best!

I had the songs "Think Twice" by Eve 6 and "Physical" by Nine Inch Nails in mind while writing this chapter. They're both songs that remind me of Brittana from Santana's POV (and just amazing songs). Nine Inch Nails' The Downward Spiral album in general gives me Santana vibes for most of her story arc in Glee, especially her earlier storylines. I'd love to have heard her sing her version of those or some other Nine Inch Nails covers.

The man just stared at the two of them wordlessly, instantly letting go of Brittany as Santana charged forward, moving in front of the blonde protectively with her fists balled up tightly at her sides.

He completely deserved this but Brittany didn't blame him for shrinking away. Santana was scary when she was angry, that hard fury flashing in her fiery dark brown eyes like a cornered, feral animal and her voice growing sharp to the point where the blonde herself often flinched away from that pure anger even when it wasn't directed at her.

Santana always made Brittany feel so safe and protected. That was exactly what she was doing now as she defended her.

Brittany swore Santana looked like she would kill, especially when she noticed the pale and terrified look on Brittany's face, along with the tears sliding down her cheeks and the marks on her arm from where Tom had grabbed her. Santana practically went berserk.

She had never seen Santana look so furious to the point where her body practically trembled with barely contained, animalistic fury as she shoved the guy back brutally, punching him in the face when he moved toward Brittany again.

Santana's anger ran deep, running through her veins, taking over her entire body, and Brittany had always known that. No one ever wanted to be on the receiving end of it when she was truly enraged.

Tom was shocked by this turn of events.

"Whoa, whoa, I didn't know, okay?" The jock eventually began to back off when the deadly expression on Santana's face struck fear in him, bewildered and terrified by the Latina. There was such force behind her words and her ferocious presence was intimidating, despite her being smaller than he was. "Damn, you're scary. She just doesn't look like a… I didn't know she was a… "

The dark-haired woman's expression was so deadly that he cut himself off, not daring to utter another word.

Santana had seen the whole thing go down just as she walked up to the dance floor looking for Brittany and she was furious. Nothing set her temper off more than someone hurting Brittany and now that her girlfriend was pregnant, she felt even more protective of her, if that were possible.

She was furious when she saw him make her girlfriend cry with that look of genuine fear on her face when he had backed her into a corner and told her all those insulting things.

The crowd of people around them dispersed and the room fell silent as everyone stared at the couple and the man.

"I heard everything you just said to her. Don't you fucking dare. Don't you ever fucking touch her again or even look at her again, you pathetic low life bitch. Just stay away from her forever." Santana snarled through clenched teeth, her nostrils flaring, shoulders squared, and her brows furrowed as her jaw tensed up.

She went into a blind rage the longer she thought about it. All she could think about was that scum scaring Brittany and hurting her when he didn't get his way - of him calling her stupid - the one thing that hurt the blonde the most.

It made her blood boil and she knew that if she didn't calm herself down she was going to go ballistic on him. At that moment, she just didn't care how far she went in her anger. She stared at him in complete disgust and he looked like he was going to faint or piss on himself in fear.

"You'll never be good enough for a woman like Brittany and you know it. That's why you're trying to tear her down because you know she's beautiful and talented while you're just a Lima Loser. You're nothing but a creep and that's all you ever will be. Don't look at her and keep her name out of your mouth. If you ever lay a finger on her again- if I find out that you ever hurt my girlfriend or my baby again, I will demolish you."

She meant every word of her threat. By the time Santana had finished cursing him out, he all but scampered away from them like the complete coward he was, holding his cheek on the area where he had been punched. Despite her small, reedy body, she had hit him with all the strength she had and done some damage. She'd be willing to do more damage than that if he hurt her girlfriend again.

Brittany could tell that Santana still felt as rattled as she did. She put her trembling hand on the Latina's shoulder.

As frustrated as she had been with Santana after their argument from before, she was beyond grateful for her protection as she leaned into her side, Santana's strong arm going around her waist instinctively. Brittany instantly buried her face in her neck, inhaling her sweaty, spicy, and sweet scent. Everything was better now that she was swept up in the warm safety of Santana's embrace.

"Maybe he was right." Brittany sobbed quietly.

"No, don't you listen to him for a second, Britt. You're beautiful and perfect. Who the fuck does he think he is treating you like that?!"

Brittany could tell Santana wanted to run after the guy and attack him even more but the blonde knew it wouldn't do any good.

They could hear it as Tina began to interrogate the guy, having seen what had happened from across the room and Mike was helping her throw him out of her house, though it didn't seem to take much as his face was pale white and filled with terror.

Santana grit her teeth again, moving as if she was going to chase after him and attack more viciously because of all the pain and rage she still felt. She kept thinking about how that bastard could have seriously hurt Brittany and caused them to lose the baby too.

Brittany knew that if the girl went too far in her defensive anger, it would only end up hurting Santana more and get her in trouble. Her behavior was reminding Brittany of that time when she went too far in pummeling Rory during dodgeball due to her jealousy of that boy trying to make a move on Brittany, except this situation was far more serious.

"Such a fucking idiot, thinking he has the right to treat you like that. I'll kick his fucking ass-"

"I think you scared him away. He's not worth it. You know he's not worth it," Brittany repeated softly, both of them panting heavily as she clung to the darker-haired girl's arm tightly. She wrapped her arms around her neck and pressed her body up against hers, eventually feeling Santana calm down as she finally reached her. Santana realized that comforting her girlfriend was way more important than unleashing her fury some more on that degenerate. "I really need you with me."

Santana understood and held her for a long moment in silence, stroking her hair as their breathing evened out.

"Thank you for protecting me." Brittany whispered softly.

"I will always protect you. I'd protect you with my life if I have to."

Brittany kept thinking about how even though they'd had the argument before, Santana's first instinct had been to look for her and protect her.

The blonde gazed into those hooded, dark eyes so filled with emotion, knowing that Santana truly meant what she had just said about being willing to give up her life for her and she knew more than ever that she felt the same.

"Me too."

Santana's dark eyes softened and her lips parted, pure love and adoration in her brown eyes as the anger finally left them.

In spite of their argument earlier, Brittany wanted to kiss her so badly, to show her with more than words that she felt just as intensely about her but she knew it wasn't the right time.

It took a while for both of them to calm down enough to speak again, though they were both reeling from what had happened.

"Hey, do you want to go home now?"

Santana seemed hesitant, sighing heavily as she looked around at the decorations and heard music continuing to play.

"We could… but I don't want to ruin the rest of your night, Britt. I know how excited you were for this party. I don't want to let that loser mess everything up for you."

Brittany just shook her head sadly.

"There's no point anymore. He already ruined it," She shrugged with a wry smile, laughing mirthlessly. Santana frowned deeply, her expression darkening. "I feel so embarrassed for just standing there and crying in front of everyone like that."

Being called slutty and stupid had just triggered her worst insecurities.

"You have nothing to be embarrassed about. He's a fucking cunt. I'm just so sorry you ever had to deal with that scum. Are you okay?"

"Yeah, just still a little shaken up. This was nice for a while, seeing all our friends but I really just want to be with you anyway." She admitted and Santana's expression instantly softened when she heard that, feeling that familiar fondness she had for the girl.

She hoped Brittany would forgive her after how she acted earlier. She walked the blonde out to her car, keeping her hand on the small of her back protectively and was relieved that Brittany didn't flinch away from her touch or push her away. In fact, Brittany clung to her the entire time.

"Me too. It just makes me so angry to think he thought he had the right to speak to you that way."

"I didn't want to worry you but he has been kind of following me around and watching me for a while at school. Guys can be weird like that sometimes but I didn't realize he would go that far." Brittany explained.

Santana growled low in her throat, grinding her teeth. She didn't like the sound of that at all and she wished Brittany had told her sooner.

"That creep was stalking you?! If he ever does anything to you again, I'll make him wish he was never born," She spat harshly. "He has no right to touch my girl."

Brittany melted when she heard those words, leaning in to press a kiss to Santana's shoulder.

Both Brittany and Santana just wanted to go home.

The Pierces' home had been more of a home to Santana than anywhere else ever had been and now that she was alone with Brittany, she was instantly calmer in just her presence. At least Brittany's house was just about a fifteen minute drive from Tina's place so it would take them no time at all to get home.

They drove along in silence, both replaying the events of the night in their heads.

"Did I scare you?" Santana asked quietly, a hint of insecurity in her voice as she voiced one of her deepest fears. Although she relished her ability to strike fear in others, Brittany was the one person she never wanted to be afraid of her. "When I flipped out on him?"

Brittany took a deep breath, answering her truthfully.

"Sometimes it scares me a little when you lose control and unleash that side of you," She admitted and then seeing Santana's expression falter she stroked her arm, "But most of the time, I love how strong and brave you are. When you stepped in... I never felt so loved and safe. I know you would never hurt me."

Santana smiled softly when she heard this. All she had ever wanted was to protect Brittany from anyone who would hurt her and she was grateful that the blonde trusted her.

As soon as they parked in the Pierces' garage area and Santana helped Brittany out, she pressed the blonde up against the side of the car and captured her mouth with hers forcefully. All of the emotions in the night were causing adrenaline to take over for both of them and they craved each other's touch more than ever.

Santana was a little frustrated and surprised, staring at the blonde in confusion when she pulled back at first, even though she had definitely kissed Santana back a second ago.

"Hey, You. You can't just get away with whatever you want by kissing me, you know."

She had a teasing little half smirk on her lips but Santana knew from that sharp look in her narrowed, upturned eyes and her small frown that Brittany meant business. Santana couldn't handle the idea of getting silent treatment from her girlfriend or that pouty look on her face when she wasn't pleased with Santana's behavior.

"Oh, I can't?" Santana teased in return in faux-innocence, giving her a charming look with dimples curled around a smile as she tilted her head to the side. She made sure to keep her voice low and husky.

Brittany rolled her eyes, pushing against Santana's shoulder lightly and trying to ignore how much she wanted to kiss the annoying smirk off of her girlfriend. She could never resist that dopey smirk on Santana.

"We should talk."

Santana sighed heavily.

"I know, I know I fucked up earlier… I just. We can talk about it later. I promise and I'll make it up to you. Please. Just for now. Really want you." Santana grabbed both of her hips, shoving her thigh up between Brittany's and grinding up against her frame to make it clear what she wanted.

She wanted her girl so badly and she wanted her now. She felt impatient, irrationally annoyed that they weren't already both naked and rolling around together in a haze of lust.

Brittany shivered at the pure, unadulterated lust she saw on Santana's face as she watched the blonde hungrily. The tall blonde was suddenly conscious of how wet she herself was the more she felt her girlfriend grind up against her.

Santana had always got so horny after fighting anyone and Brittany had always been the one she'd go to when she wanted to let out that pent up aggression.

"Santana." Brittany breathed, trembling in arousal despite herself. She knew she shouldn't be giving in so quickly but she was weak for Santana. She had always been... and she told herself she would deal with everything else later.

Santana moved closer, nudging into her pale neck and kept kissing it until she felt Brittany's resolve weaken. Brittany sighed in relief against her lips when she finally captured her lips again, feeling warmth in her core and starting to become wetter as Santana's lips massaged hers.

Everything was happening so fast and she couldn't help but give in to her lust. Santana started to feel her up and she whimpered, pushing herself into her touch. She loved when Santana was like this, so rough and animalistic.

Brittany just wanted to feel instead of think.

Santana noticed Brittany glancing in the direction of the backyard when they pulled away and shivered, both of them knowing exactly what the other was thinking. They were practically buzzing with arousal at the slightest touch from the other.

Brittany grabbed her hand, leading her out purposefully toward the area where the Pierce family's heated pool was in the backyard area.

They had done their research and knew that it would be safe for her to go in when pregnant. Neither of them had been in the pool at all since Santana started living with them and the weather was getting colder as winter approached but the idea was too good to pass up.

They knew that the other family members were all out for the night as Stacy was staying at a friend's house for the weekend while Whitney and Pierce had travelled out of town to visit some of the extended Pierce family.

This meant they didn't have to worry about anyone overhearing what they were hoping to do and there was a tall fence right around the Pierce yard, so it was unlikely anyone would see them.

Brittany hardly cared at this point if anyone did see them. She wouldn't be surprised if they had seen or heard the countless times she and Santana had gone at it in the Pierces' pool or treehouse over the years. There was even that time in the backyard in a tent, when they hooked up in a sleeping bag that she still thought about a lot.

They tore off each other's clothes. Santana was still careful about not hurting her as she lead her down the steps into the comfortably heated water, barely separating from their kisses to breathe.

Santana kept them in the shallow area, kissing and touching her, their hands gliding over smooth, slick skin. The lights around the pool bathed them in a dim glow and Santana couldn't get enough of staring at Brittany with rivulets of water running down her freckled, pale skin.

Brittany could barely take it anymore as she felt Santana's warm, wet body pressed up flush against hers, followed by hot, full lips covering hers. They were both breathing heavily when they pulled back and judging by the excited look on Santana's face, she could tell her girlfriend felt just as desperate to take things to the next level. Santana kept holding her close and asking her if she was warm enough.

Brittany stroked Santana's shoulder, sucking on her girlfriend's upper lip and sneakily reached down between their bodies. Santana chuckled, gently patting her hand away when she realized what Brittany was doing and wrapping her arms around her as she backed her up against the pool wall.

"Mm, fuck. Need you so much. I wanna be inside you." Santana groaned into her neck, thrusting her hips up into hers. Brittany felt her neck flush at those bold words and forceful movements directed at her, reaching down to grab Santana's ass and squeeze it, encouraging her to rock against her frame.

The pressure of her strong thigh against Brittany's core felt amazing and Brittany threw her head back, closing her eyes as she slid her hands over Santana's thin hips. When they were in the water like this, it was easy for Santana to lift her and move her around. She loved having Santana hold her up and feel like she was surrounded by her. It made her feel so safe.

"I want you inside me. Want you to touch me." Brittany sighed into her girlfriend's mouth, chest heaving and grinding her hips down against Santana's thigh. She felt Santana's wetness spreading against her own thigh, her girlfriend breathing faster as her fingers carded through dark hair and arched her back, reaching up to squeeze her own breast.

Santana's gaze flickered between Brittany's lips and her hand squeezing her breast.

"Let's go upstairs. It'll be more comfortable for you in bed, Babe." Santana eventually panted against her ear, stroking Brittany's hips. Brittany smirked and bit back a laugh, knowing that her girlfriend also wasn't the biggest fan of water sex as she had always complained about it not working well for lube.

Santana gently helped her out and they both giggled as they didn't even bother to grab their clothes, quickly passing a towel over themselves once they were inside the house. She kept close behind Brittany the entire time until they were in the blonde's bedroom, her arms around her waist the entire time then urged her to get into her bed as she climbed over her carefully.

"Oh, Santana." Brittany panted, feeling a rush of arousal as they continued to kiss and touch in a haze of lust. She felt so safe in Santana's arms. It was exactly where she was meant to be and when her eyes met Santana's smoldering dark gaze burning into her, she felt so much desire for her.

Santana took her bottom lip between hers, nipping hard enough to ensure Britt would feel it later as she stroked down her stomach and between her legs, along the softest part of her inner thighs. Brittany trembled with need, parting her thighs for her right away. Santana smirked when looked between them. She found Brittany so slick, flushed, and swollen for her - exactly how she wanted her.

The blonde needed to kiss her so badly so she grabbed her chin a little forcefully, pulling her up to face her as Santana lay her body flush against hers. She sighed, in bliss when Santana kissed her jaw and then the sensitive part just behind her ear.

Brittany had learnt that sex with Santana was even better when she was possessive and territorial like this. She continued her assault on Brittany's neck, kissing all of the sensitive spots then licking and biting them hard enough to leave marks.

She began to trail kisses down Brittany's body, starting with her neck, then over her chest, her firm abs, and around her belly button. She kept smoothing her palms over Brittany's hips and thighs before kissing there as well. She was so soft and sweet, just as she always was when Santana finally got between those thighs and tasted her.

Brittany grunted, arching her back and squirming as Santana kept licking her through her folds then kissing them. She groaned at the feeling of Santana's mouth as she took her swollen little nub between her lips, licking her. When Santana gripped her thighs, holding them apart and got her tongue inside of her, Brittany squealed in pleasure.

Santana didn't stop until she came in her mouth with a sexy arch of her back, her hands fisting into dark hair.

Brittany was beyond flushed and panting when Santana gave one of her sexy chuckles her girlfriend knew so well, clearly smug with herself for making her lover come so quickly.

She moved on top of her, their lips meeting again and her tongue slipping inside deeply. Brittany cupped her cheek and held her close with her arms around her lover's shoulders. She could taste herself on her lips.

She squeaked again, not expecting it when she felt two fingers stroke her clit and then move down to enter her.

"So beautiful. I can hear how wet you are. So fucking tight. You feel so good." Santana murmured against her ear, kissing it as she watched her adoringly.

Santana had always marveled at how wet Brittany got for her. She kept pumping up into her steadily, turning Brittany on even more with how rough she was being. Brittany's toes curled when Santana reached in deeper, curling her fingers upward and adding a third without warning.

Brittany was already so turned on and when Santana twisted her fingers in deep, she felt herself coming already, grabbing Santana's shoulders. Her walls tightened around her and she felt Santana kissing along the column of her neck, stroking her hair as she came down from the high.

She rolled her eyes at the proud, sexy little smirk on Santana's lips when she faced her again.

"You're mine." Santana breathed, in between heated kisses.

"I'm yours." She agreed.

She felt Santana take hold of her hips and gently nudge her, encouraging her to lie on her stomach with a pillow under her chest.

She knew Santana wanted to take her from behind. It was their favourite position for Santana to fuck Brittany in. Brittany pressed her thighs together, barely able to contain her arousal. She couldn't wait for how good it would feel.

"Mm, you're so hot. I wanna fuck you. Mm, gonna fuck you so good so you feel it tomorrow." Santana grunted into her neck.

She was soon strapped in with their dark red dildo that she knew Brittany loved so much. The silicone toy didn't look realistic, which both of them preferred, especially Santana but it was large, around nine inches and thick enough to make the blonde feel so full without being suffocating for her.

"Mm, yes, fuck me," Brittany moaned instantly in response. After all of the turbulent emotions she had experienced, she just wanted to escape into their love making - although it was clear that it was going to be rough fucking more than anything that night. "I love how intense you are. When you protect me, it makes me so turned on."

Brittany heard Santana groan in approval when she pushed her ass up, presenting her soaked, swollen core to her. She felt Santana holding her thighs as she entered her.

"You're so tight." Santana murmured in approval, carding her fingers through blonde hair and kissing her shoulder apologetically as she heard Brittany whimper at the intrusion.

Brittany was so unbelievably wet that it didn't even take much for it to be buried in her. She was gentle at first, giving Brittany a moment to get accustomed to having it fully sheathed inside of her then she set a fierce pace that made the blonde moan.

Brittany felt her cheeks flush, realizing she was dripping down her thighs and onto the sheet, enjoying every second of it as Santana moved in and out of her. She could feel every inch. Sometimes Brittany just wanted to be penetrated this way and when she closed her eyes, it was easy to imagine the toy was her lover inside of her.

She loved penetrative sex the most when it came from Santana and it was her lover who was controlling every movement, knowing exactly how to make Brittany completely unravel. No one would ever be able to fuck her as well as Santana.

Another advantage of doing it this way was that Santana's hands were free to touch her and manhandle her. She loved the feeling of Santana's strong, warm hands on her waist, then around her hips and squeezing her ass. Santana's body was thin and reedy but she had this hidden wiry strength that she showed sometimes, especially when she was with Brittany.

Brittany knew what Santana was doing - distracting them both from the bad parts of that night. She knew they needed to talk about what happened that night but their best way of communicating with each other had always been physical touch and she needed this to calm both of them down.

Brittany was letting out little high-pitched squeals of pleasure that Santana loved every time Santana bottomed out and she felt her hips slap against her ass. She was already coming after just a few deep thrusts and Santana continued fucking her through it. Brittany groaned in appreciation as she gripped onto the sheets tightly.

"Mm, so good," She moaned into her pillow shamelessly, widening her legs and pushing her ass back onto her lover to meet her thrusts. When Santana picked up the pace, Brittany all but collapsed on the bed, no longer having the strength to hold herself up on her elbows. "You fuck me so good."

She loved being submissive with her and Santana was topping her so hard, showing her that animalistic side of her that was barely restrained. Brittany didn't fight it. She let Santana push her down and remind her who she belonged to. She loved the feeling of Santana's bony hips flush against her ass.

She knew Santana loved how vocal Brittany was and how she was never shy about showing her arousal, or asking for what she wanted in bed, like other girls might be. She squeaked, arching her back. It only took a few deep, hard thrusts for Brittany to feel that pressure build up.

"Don't stop. I'm gonna come." The blonde blurted out desperately, reaching back to grab Santana's hip and try to hold her in place.

Santana loved to hear this and leaned down over Brittany's back, draping her body over her lover's as she pulled her long hair back, kissing along her neck, then nipping her ear. She kept up the movements of her hips, slipping her hand under Brittany's body and caressing her abs.

"Come for me. Need to see you come."

Santana didn't stop moving, fucking her through it as she heard the blonde cry out in pleasure. She slowed down, mostly just grinding her hips against Brittany's now as she kissed her freckled shoulders and neck. It felt so unbelievably good to have Santana pounding into her hard like this that she couldn't stop herself from crying out. She just wanted Santana to completely ravage her and fuck her into oblivion.

"You're so beautiful like this. Think you can come again?" Santana husked, her fingers toying with Brittany's nipples and pulling at them until they were so hard.

Her own core was tingling and she felt that heat at the base of her spine that were telltale signs of her own climax but she tried to hold back for now. She loved watching Brittany come and she could barely keep control of herself as she fucked her. She loved the lewd sound of their flesh slapping together and the way she could feel Brittany's wetness dripping onto her own thighs.

"Mm, yes. You feel so good. Don't stop." Brittany moaned, feeling herself clench again. She couldn't form any other coherent thought, unable to focus on anything other than Santana moving inside of her. Santana was so deep and she swirled her hips, hitting that one spot inside of her.

She couldn't help but let out little squeaks of pleasure every time Santana pushed back into her with those deep, hard thrusts and before she knew it, she was falling apart again in her arms, toes curling.

Santana's breathing was rough and Brittany could tell when she started losing her rhythm that she was going to come.

Santana pulled out completely, causing Brittany to whimper at the loss but she gasped as her lover flipped her onto her back and pushed back into her. She put her arms around Santana's neck, pulling her close and kissing her as she wrapped her legs around her waist. She felt Santana thrust fast and rough into her, burying her face into her neck as she fell over the edge with a moan of Brittany's name.

"I'm coming. Fuck."

Santana collapsed on top of her, their sweaty bodies tangled together as they tried to catch their breath, both in a state of ecstasy. Brittany eventually drifted off with a smile on her lips, feeling completely comfortable in the softness of her bed with Santana's heated body curled around hers.

The next morning, they both felt better but still had plenty on their minds. They had always loved a relaxed Sunday morning together. It usually meant waking up late and watching TV in their pajamas. Today wasn't much different.

Brittany's family still hadn't returned, giving them some more time to bond alone and talk as openly as they wanted to, which they were both grateful for. After they had showered together and made their way downstairs, Santana took her hand and guided her down to sit by the pool.

She smiled when she noticed the blonde brought her box of Lucky Charms with her. It was a much warmer day and it was still green outside, without any sign of snow but the sky was so grey.

Other than Brittany's old treehouse, this had always been their special place to talk with each other and think.

This was the place on the pool deck where she and Brittany kissed for the first time with Santana's arms around her.

It had been their first real kiss with anyone at all and the thought made Santana smile softly. If only Brittany knew that the second their lips touched, Santana would want to follow her everywhere for the rest of her life.

"How are you feeling?" Santana asked gently, knowing how nauseous the blonde often got. Brittany was drinking tea slowly and nibbling on a chocolate muffin, dipping into the cereal every now and again. She shared part of the muffin with Santana.

Brittany had her legs crossed underneath her, reaching up to tie her long, wavy blonde locks up into a cute, high ponytail and Santana let her own legs dangle into the pool, both of them in shorts with hoodies pulled over their t-shirts. She kept watching the blonde closely, wanting to see how she felt about everything that had happened between them.

"Pretty good, today. Even better, thanks to you," The taller girl admitted softly, winking at her. Her voice was still raspy from their activities the night before just like Santana's was. "Face down ass up, that's the way we like to fuck."

Santana burst out laughing when she heard the blonde sing the lyrics to that old song under her breath jokingly. It was so random and so Britt.

She had noticed the love bites that were clearly etched onto Brittany's neck and the way she practically limped out of the bedroom that morning. It made her feel so smug. She put her hand on Brittany's lower back, stroking it softly and enjoyed the way the girl leaned closer to her touch.

Brittany gently cupped her baby bump and Santana couldn't help but lean down to pull back her shirt and kiss it a few times, bringing a smile to the blonde's face.

"Hi, Peanut." Santana whispered gently to the bump before finally pulling away.

Now that she had time to think and cool down a little, Santana felt like an absolute monster for how she had acted with Brittany earlier that night at the party. Brittany wasn't saying anything more about it yet but Santana could tell it had affected her.

This whole talking through their issues instead of just bonding through sex was something new for them but ever since Santana came back to her and began living with her, neither of them wanted to go back to the way things had been so long ago.

"I need to talk to you about some stuff. About last night. Like what you were saying about how we should talk." She finally said awkwardly, breaking the comfortable silence they had fallen into. It was so hard to look Brittany in the eye and she played with a thread on her hoodie instead, focusing on the ripples in the water.

Brittany nodded, listening closely to her and patiently waiting for her to speak as she leaned back.

Santana swallowed nervously.

She wasn't sure how to explain herself but she just knew she needed to apologize to the girl she loved more than anything. There was so much to be said.

Opening up to Brittany in this way was going to take some bravery but she had never wanted anything more than this woman and the family they were having together, so she was going to try her best.