Chapter 7

Disclaimer: I don't own glee or this story


All around the mulberry bush

The monkey chased the weasel.

The monkey thought 'twas all in fun.

Pop! goes the weasel

Brittany and Santana held hands and pranced in a circle around Skylar, who jumped up and down and clapped while her mother's danced and sang her favorite nursery rhymes, they would point to her on the word pop she would jump up and down and flail her little arms around, her big curls bouncing in the air. Santana smiled at her and continued to sing as they started to prance around the family room again.

A penny for a spool of thread,

A penny for a needle.

That's the way the money goes.

Pop! goes the weasel

She once again pointed at Skylar, who jumped up and down with Brittany, who got on her knees and started to dance wildly with her daughter. Brittany shook her head side to side, sending her long blonde hair all over, Skylar's eyes widened so she did the same thing, before getting a little dizzy and stopping, Brittany laughed and grabbed her into a hug, kissing her loudly on the cheeks and forehead. Santana took a sip of her water and laughed while watching them.

"That's how you rock out Sky." She nodded to her daughter and gave her a high five.

Skylar smiled and reached for Santana's hand, she started to pull her in a circle again, before reaching for Brittany's hand. "More."

"Okay, what's next, B?" Santana smiled.

Brittany thought for a moment before she began to sing, the three of them starting to prance in a circle again.

Ring around the rosy

Pocket full of posies

Ashes, ashes

We all fall down

Once they sang the last line, Brittany and Santana flopped to the floor under Skylar's watchful eye, who had no idea what her mothers were doing. She stared at them and began to clap before flopping down herself. Skylar jumped to her feet and reached for their hands again. "More."

"Okay." Santana smiled, this time singing with Brittany.

Ring around the rosy

Pocket full of posies

Without warning Skylar flopped down and waited for her mothers. Santana laughed loudly at her daughter and lifted her back on her feet. "You have to wait for the last line, mija." She explained.

"Down." Skylar shook her head with a smile.

"Si, wait for the word, down." Santana nodded.

Skylar looked to Brittany for confirmation, Brittany nodded to her with a smile, so Skylar smiled back and grabbed their hands again.

Ring around the rosy

Pocket full of posies

Ashes, ashes

We all fall down

Santana and Brittany both flopped down, Skylar stared at them with a smile before flopping down herself and laughing loudly, she then crawled in Santana's lap and hugged her tightly, while she tried to hide her yawn.

"Someone's getting tired." Brittany smiled as she leaned over and kissed the back of Skylar's head.

"Well she had a full week of daycare." Santana smiled, standing up with Skylar. "She made a new friend, she had lunch all week in mami's office, and finally the daycare teacher said that Sky Sky helps put all the blocks in the bucket before naptime."

"Such a big girl now." Brittany gushed. "I'm going to check on Taylor and Berkley."

"Okay, I'm going to take a bath with Sky and get her ready for bed." Santana stated, she leaned over and kissed Brittany sweetly on the lips.

"Sounds good." Brittany puckered her lips to Skylar and tapped them, smiling when her daughter kissed her quickly. "I'll come help with a bedtime story if she doesn't fall asleep right after her bath or even during." She added as Skylar laid back on Santana's chest and grabbed a handful of her shirt. "Good night Sky Sky." She whispered to her daughter.


Santana carried Skylar up to her bedroom and set her down while she ran the bath water, squeezing in a mixture of bubble bath. Skylar yawned and began to rub her eyes while leaning into Santana's side.

"You are so tired." Santana smiled, unzipping her footed dolphin print footed pajamas, she quickly undressed herself and stepped into the tub, she reached over and picked up Skylar and set her on her lap so she was straddling her, running the warm water over her back while humming softly.

"I'm so proud of you, mija." Santana told her softly. "You were so good in day care this week." She added as Skylar stared at her with a smile, a big yawn escaping her mouth while grabbing a little handful of bubbles and staring at them. "That was a big yawn." Santana laughed as Skylar reached to rub her eyes, she quickly grabbed her hand and shook her head, kissing her daughter's eye lids. "Lean on mami."

"Mami." Skylar mumbled, rubbing her head on Santana's chest. "Go to sleep mija." Santana whispered. "Mami's got you."


Brittany knocked on Taylor's door, listening to the loud giggles before stepping in. "Hey ladies." She smiled at the two girls, who were sitting on the floor with a stack of Disney princess trading cards spread out between them.

"Hey momma." Taylor smiled.

"Was dinner okay Berkley?" Brittany asked, walking deeper and sitting on Taylor's bed.

"Yes, Mrs. LP." Berkley, a small Latina girl, almost the same size as Taylor, with thick curly hair and dark tan skin nodded, her extremely deep dimples on display when she smiled. "It was really good." She nodded.

"Well, it's getting close to settling down for the night, why don't you two get showers and change into pajamas." Brittany suggested. "Then we can make some cookies and you girls can watch a movie."

"Can we watch the movie downstairs?" Taylor asked. "On the big TV?"

"Let me run it by your mom, I don't know if she had plans to watch a movie down there tonight, but if she says it's okay, then sure." Brittany nodded.

"Can Sky watch it with us?" Taylor asked.

"No, she's falling asleep already, your mom is giving her a bath right now, she's had a long week and I can tell she's tired." Brittany stated. "You can watch some TV with her in the morning."

"She's so awesome, I want a little sister." Berkley gushed. "She always smiles when you smile at her." She added.

"She's super happy and healthy." Taylor stated.

"Yes she is." Brittany laughed. "Because she has a great big sister and her friend who helped out with dinner, so thank you both." She stood up and lifted Taylor's hamper from the corner to take to the laundry room. "Taylor, grab fresh towels and a bar of soap for your guest."

"Okay." Taylor jumped up when Brittany left the room. "I have a bunch of different flavor soaps, which one do you want?" She asked as they ran to the bathroom and Taylor opened her closet and set out a purple towel set with silver tiaras on it.

"Wow, you have all the princess stuff, I wish my parents bought me stuff like this, I don't even have my own bathroom." Berkley giggled.

"My moms are rich so we get cool stuff, maybe one day your parents will be rich too." Taylor smiled. "If not, it's cool, cuz I'll just share my stuff with you."

"Thanks." Berkley smiled as Taylor stepped on a stool and grabbed the basket of different soap scents from Lush and set it on the floor.

"Smell them and see which one you want to use." She told her as she went through the basket of colorful soap bars and smelled each one, giggling and talking excitedly.

Brittany went to the nursery and grabbed Skylar's hamper as well, and set it in the hall. She then pulled out a pair of yellow footed pajamas and a t-shirt for Skylar. She grabbed a diaper and carried the items to their bedroom. She heard Santana singing softly in Spanish to Skylar in the bathtub and placed the items on the bed for her.

She poked her head in the bathroom and saw Skylar laying on Santana's chest, seemingly falling asleep as her brown eyes struggled to stay open and looked up at her mother. Santana rubbed her back with the warm water and stared at her daughter with a contented smile.

"I love you so much, Sky Sky." Santana whispered, kissing soft kisses repeatedly to her forehead.

Brittany smiled at them and closed the door to the bathroom quietly, she grabbed Santana's phone and took a picture of the two of them staring in each other's eyes and made it her screen saver before setting the phone down and leaving the room. She grabbed the girls hampers and trotted them down to the basement and started to separate them into piles to wash. She felt a wave of nausea and grew dizzy for a moment so she grabbed onto the washing machine to steady herself. Closing her eyes tightly, she counted to down and opened them back up slowly, sighing when she felt steadier and began to load the washing machine. She went upstairs and made herself a cup of tea and sat down at the kitchen table to collect herself when the phone rang. She heard the caller ID read out Quinn's phone number and decided to call her back later, she instead rested her head on the table.


"Brittany..." Santana rubbed her back. "Are you okay?"

Brittany opened her eyes when she felt Santana kiss her on the cheek. "I'm okay." She smiled. "I just got a little dizzy down in the laundry room."

Santana placed the baby monitor on the table and sat down next to Brittany. "How dizzy?" She asked, sweeping Brittany's hair to the side and pulling her hair tie off her wrist to put it up for her.

"Not too bad, I put a load of Taylor and Skylar's clothes in the wash and just got a little light headed." Brittany replied, staring into Santana's concerned eyes that were narrowed on her.

"You don't need tea that has caffeine in it." She sighed and slid the glass away, she checked Brittany for a fever, still staring at her, before finally tearing her eyes away and walking to the fridge, she grabbed a small bottle of Gatorade out and opened it.

"Chug this B." She stated, rubbing Brittany's back. "You can go lie down, Skylar's down for the night already. I can make cookies with Tay and Berkley."

Brittany sat up and began to drink the Gatorade. "I feel fine, Santana, seriously, it was just for like a split second."

Santana nodded slowly. "Dizziness is always a precursor to something else." She explained. "I'm still going to monitor you. You don't get dizzy B."

"I know." Brittany replied with a smile, she tapped her lips, blushing when Santana leaned forward and kissed her. "I honestly feel okay now, maybe I stood up too fast after putting down the hampers."

Santana stared at her. "I'll finish the laundry, it could be the fumes of the cleaners, or whatever, I don't want you back in the laundry room tonight, okay?" She stated, feeling around Brittany's neck.

"Dr. Wife's orders."

"Got it." Brittany laughed lightly.

"I love the picture you snagged of Skylar and me tonight." Santana told her as she took a sip of Brittany's tea. "You always manage to get amazing pictures of us. Thank you."

"It was a moment I couldn't pass by." Brittany shrugged and drank more of her Gatorade.

Santana nodded and lifted Brittany's shirt just enough to slide her hand on her lower back and start to massage there. "Stiff at all?"

"No." Brittany shook her head.

"No pain at all?"

"None."

Santana continued to knead her hand there before finally speaking softly. "I think about the accident all the time."

"I do too." Brittany nodded. "It's not something I'll ever forget, I'm lucky to have made it out alive."

"I saw the truck hit your car, Brittany, it was the scariest moment in my life." Santana sighed. "I thought you were for sure gone. I froze, like my whole body got dumb before I seemed to fly down the street to your car. I was running so fast. I didn't know how to help you, my hands were shaking so bad when I called 911.""

"My mom said you stayed at the hospital the entire time I was in surgery." Brittany smiled at the memory of waking up from her over ten hour long surgery on her back and Santana's eyes being the first thing she saw.

"I wasn't leaving you." Santana blushed, she leaned down and kissed Brittany's back before pulling her shirt back down."That was the point I truly decided to follow my dad's footsteps and become a doctor." She blushed. "I wanted to be able to help you, to know what to do if we were ever in a situation like that again."

"We also found out how much damage the accident caused too." Brittany whispered.

"I saw a piece of you die when the doctor told you wouldn't be able to have kids after that." Santana stated, grabbing Brittany's hands on her own, rubbing her knuckles with her thumbs. "I promised you that I would carry a baby for you, whenever you wanted one, even if we didn't end up together. Remember?"

Brittany nodded. "I remember the promise."

"You know when we divorced I still waited for the call." Santana admitted. "When I caught you and that guy in bed I expected a call soon, I didn't know how serious you were with him or if you two talked about a family or what...but I would have still kept that promise and carried a baby for you. There were a few nights when we weren't together that I wondered if I would get a call."

"I know you would have, but I loved you too much, even in the divorce to do that to you. I would have never done that if I were with someone else." Brittany shook her head and leaned forward to kiss her. "I don't think I want another baby right now, and I know, like you said, we're getting older but right now I just don't know."

Santana nodded. "Okay, well Skylar is just over a year old so let's take a few months and talk about it."

"I love you." Brittany smiled.

"I know." Santana teased and kissed her. "I'll get the stuff out for cookies, I think they'll be down soon."


"Thank you for coming with me tonight." Brittany smiled, grabbing Santana's hand as the Latina drove her new matte black Mercedes SUV. "I know you would probably rather be doing anything else."

Santana glanced at her wife and squeezed her hand. "There's nothing I would rather do than spend time with you, even if it means choking down some of Quinn's dry ass food. Is that why she can't keep a damn husband?"

Brittany lifted her hand and kissed her knuckles softly. "Are you okay with the sitter?"

"Yes, you've known and worked with Debra for years, her daughter is CPR certified, she's responsible, comes from a good family, and baby sits for a number of families. I have the nanny cam set up, and we both know Taylor will call the moment anything seems out of the ordinary." Santana nodded.

"I think having Teresa come over for dinner this week helped Skylar get comfortable with her too. She was excited when she showed up and let her help with her puzzle, which she doesn't like anyone to help her with, so it seems like a good fit." Brittany nodded. "We've seen Teresa grow up, she's a good kid."

Santana nodded as she turned down Quinn's block and parked her car. She checked her makeup and got out, walking around to Brittany's side and opening the door for her. She kissed her on the cheek when she stepped out and laced their fingers together leading them up the long driveway to Quinn's house.

Santana brushed some lint off of her coat and waited patiently as Brittany knocked with the brass handle on the door. "It's cold out tonight."

"Yeah it is, I hope it doesn't snow." Brittany nodded in agreement, moving to stand behind Santana, rubbing her wife's arms.

"Thanks for coming." Quinn smiled warmly as she opened the door.

Santana stared at her but didn't reply, and instead chose to look deeper in the house.

"Thanks for inviting us." Brittany smiled, still rubbing Santana's arms. "We brought some wine." She added holding up her purse.

"Great, thanks." Quinn stated, glancing at Santana. "Well come on in. I'll take your coats."

They stepped in Quinn's five bedroom house handing her their coats, Santana stepped to the side smoothing out her deep burgundy wrap dress and checking her phone for any message from Taylor. "I haven't been here in years, I see you finally decided on the cherry wood for the doors, looks nice." She told Quinn.

"Yeah, I guess your interior decorating intuition was right." Quinn smiled at her. Santana nodded slightly, relaxing when Brittany grabbed her hand. "Everyone is in the living room to the side."

"Thank you for being nice." Brittany whispered in her ear as they walked to the living room where Mercedes and her husband were, along with Rachel and a date, and some of Quinn's other friends.

"You owe me." Santana winked and kissed the bottom of her jaw. Brittany laughed. "I'll make it up to you, baby."


After dinner, which as Santana speculated had chicken that was extremely dry to her, the group gathered around the fireplace and began to talk about an array of topics ranging from politics, to pop culture, to religion, to their careers. Santana sat in Brittany's embrace on one of the couches, her right hand holding her glass of wine, her left resting on Brittany's thigh. Brittany soothingly rubbed her arm while chatting with everyone as Santana looked around the room, only engaging in the conversation when something in the medical was brought up, usually by Mercedes or Brittany, who both noticed she wasn't in the conversation.

Santana excused herself to the bathroom and stared in the mirror, taking a deep sigh. "I hate her so much." She mumbled.

"Brittany is so lucky I love her, like really love her, otherwise I would leave right now." She touched up her make up and went to open the door when Brittany slipped in the bathroom with her, closing the door behind her.

"I came to check on you." Brittany told her. "You've been gone for almost twenty minutes."

"Have I?" Santana frowned. "Sorry."

"Can you at least try to talk to more than just Mercedes and me?" Brittany asked as she lifted her skirt to pull down her tights and use the bathroom.

Santana rolled her eyes. "I am talking to everyone, I told you I would be cordial and I have been." She replied softly, playing with her hair.

Brittany rolled her eyes. "Santana you haven't been listening to anything or even trying to."

"Brittany, I came for you, you know that, nothing more." Santana snapped softly. "I complimented her house, I choked down her nasty ass dinner and I've been sitting on the couch smiling while drinking her cheap wine, for fucks sake she's a lawyer, she hasn't learned to pick out a decent ass bottle of wine yet? Yale didn't teach her a damn thing."

Brittany flushed and stood to wash her hands. "Please, we can leave in another hour or so."

Santana stared at her and handed her a towel from the basket to dry her hands. "She has individual towels for the bathroom but ten dollar wine. We fuckin brought wine, what is she saving it for another day?" She huffed and moved some of Brittany's curls around. "I love you." She told her before kissing her on the cheek and leaving the bathroom.

"I love you too." Brittany sighed and followed after her.

Brittany went to the bar in the corner and poured two shots for them, carrying them over to Santana, who had resumed her spot on the couch and was talking to Timothy, Quinn's new boyfriend and Mercedes, since they both worked in the medical field. Brittany handed her the shot and listened as the three of them chatted.

Santana accepted the shot and took it quickly, opting to kiss Brittany instead of using a chaser.

"So, how long have you two been married?" Timothy asked with a smile.

"The first or second time?" Quinn laughed.

Santana's face immediately hardened into a glare as she cut her eyes at Quinn and her jaw tightened. Brittany rolled her eyes at Quinn and sighed. "It'll be two years soon, we were married previously right after college, then we faced demanding careers, our amazing baby girl, and just life and it drove us apart."

"Must be true love if you two are remarried." Timothy smiled.

"Brittany has always been it for me, the ultimate love of my life." Santana smiled and glanced up at Brittany, finally tearing her eyes off of Quinn.

"These two have always been inseparable." Mercedes added. "Highschool and college sweethearts."

"Is that so?" Timothy smiled. "So you all went to high school together?"

"Yeah." Brittany nodded with a big smile.

"We all came to the big city together."

"I came to New York for school." Santana clarified, not to follow my highschool associates around.

Mercedes stifled a small chuckle and took a sip of her wine.

"Sorry if I'm being invasive but how did you two get back together?" Timothy asked as Quinn sat down next to him on the couch.

"We were still coparenting, our oldest daughter, Taylor, was seven at the time." Brittany explained. "We talked and spent more family time together since we could tell she was having a hard time with the divorce as she got older, we realized we still loved each other and gave it a second chance."

"Oh, I thought Santana finally admitted that she cheated on you." Quinn mumbled.

"You know what, fuck you!" Santana snapped. "I have never cheated on Brittany!" She knocked back her glass of wine and slammed the glass back on the table.

"Quinn..." Rachel sighed.

"I'm just saying, you're always at work. I watch Grey's. I know that doctors hook up, you served Brittany divorce papers for missing dinner." Quinn shrugged and poured herself another glass of wine. She angled the bottle to Santana's glass but the Latina moved her glass quickly.

"I don't want your cheap ass wine from Walgreens." She huffed and reached in her purse pulling out a flask full of vodka, she took a long sip and bit her bottom lip as it burned going down.

Brittany glanced at her and sighed at the flask. "Our divorce or what happened is no one's business, and as my former divorce lawyer, you know that." Brittany stated.

"You watch Grey's?" Santana laughed bitterly. "I watch Scandal, you worked in DC for a while were you fuckin Obama?! I watch How To Get Away With Murder did you watch some law students kill your husband and tell them how to clean up the evidence...this isn't Thursday night and we aren't living in fuckin ShondaLand, this is real life, and what happens between Brittany and I doesn't concern you and isn't any of your fuckin business."

Quinn took another sip of her and smirked. "You seem upset, you only get that upset when you're wrong."

"Why don't you stay out of my marriage and worry more about why you've had three failed engagements, and two failed marriages of your own damn self!" Santana spit at her while standing up. "Brittany let's go, now."

"What is wrong with you, Quinn?" Brittany snapped. "Seriously! Santana didn't cheat on me, she didn't." Santana stormed away and came back with their coats.

"Fuck you and go straight to hell." Santana told Quinn to get right in her face, when the blonde stood up. "Stay the fuck out of my life, marriage, and stay away from my wife. I didn't want to come to this shit anyways. I hate you Quinn, so fuckin much, you have no idea, none! I can easily erase you from Skylar's life without a problem, Taylor is your saving grace right now and the reason I'm not reintroducing you to right hook and left hand uppercut right now, you've experienced those before, or don't you remember? Brittany, now!"

"Back to controlling Brittany?" Quinn laughed and knocked back her wine.

"Get back to controlling your fuckin alcoholism." Santana sighed. "Timothy, just a heads up, she's been to AA, maybe it's time to take her back." She exhaled as Brittany grabbed her hand.

"Last chance Quinn...this was your last chance." Brittany sighed. "I've asked you not to disrespect my marriage, or my wife, you just broke some law by talking about something that I told you under the confidentiality clause of lawyer and client, and yes like Santana said, your chicken was dry and your wine is cheap."

"Boom!" Santana snapped as Brittany led them out of the house.

"Good job, Quinn." Mercedes stood and clapped while rolling her eyes. "Babe, let's go, we're out of here." She motioned to her husband, who was already up and walking to get their coats."

Rachel sighed. "I'm going to leave too."

Timothy stared at Quinn in disbelief. "What was that?" He asked her, taking the wine glass out of her hand. "You've been married twice? Been to AA?!"


Once they were outside, Santana stormed to the car, and Brittany, even though her legs are longer than her wife's, was almost jogging to keep up with her. "Santana." She sighed when she finally caught and pulled her hand to stop her from walking any further.

"What?" Santana sighed as she turned to face Brittany, her face red with anger, her jaw tightened, and a few tears pooling her eyes.

"I'm sorry for asking you to come." Brittany told her, quickly wiping the tear from her wife's cheek that streamed out when she blinked.

"You didn't do anything wrong." Santana shook her head.

"Why are you crying?" Brittany asked her when Santana blinked again, and more tears streamed out.

"I'm not." Santana stated quickly, wiping her eyes. "Let's just go." She pulled her keys out of her purse and placed them in Brittany's hand. "I had more to drink than you." She told her quietly, before turning and heading towards the passenger side of the SUV.

Brittany glared at Quinn's house and huffed as she walked to the driver's side of the truck, hopped in quickly, while glancing at Santana she started the car, she leaned over and kissed a few of her tears away, grabbing her hand in the process. She kissed her knuckles, relaxing when Santana squeezed her hand gently, even though she was looking out of the window and not at Brittany.


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