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Maybe Brittana and the kids spending time with Brittanys mother/sister and them seeing how much happier Britt and the Kids are with Santana?

Continuing this.

Brittany decided that since the weather was warm enough to sit outside, she wanted to have her parents and sister over for dinner. Their schedules never really synced up that great and she had wanted to have them to the house when she moved in but it turned out that most of the time they came over, it was so watch the kids so Brittany and Santana could get a night out. Santana was really cute about the whole thing, planning a Pinterest worthy barbecue to impress Brittany’s family.

The kids were excited for Grandma, Grandpa and Aunt Ginny to come over and they helped wash off the outside table so they could eat. Santana pulled the grill out of the garage and she set about seasoning her steaks while Brittany got the vegetables and potatoes ready. When Brittany’s family got to the house, Julia showed them the way to the backyard and Santana poured them glasses of wine before she heated up the grill.

“This is such a great yard.” Ginny remarked, making a face that demonstrated she was impressed with the wine. “I’m totally coming over to use the pool this summer.”

“Whenever you want.” Santana laughed. “I bought a house with a pool so anyone could use it.”

While the grill was heating up, Santana sat down and chatted with Brittany’s family with ease. Brittany smiled across the table at her and when she got up to get the meat from the house, Brittany followed her inside to help. They worked really well at the grill together and Brittany could feel her mom’s eyes on them while her dad played with the kids over by the swing set. When Santana went back in the house to get another bottle of wine, Brittany’s mom immediately pounced on her.

“I have never seen you this happy.” Whitney raised her eyebrows. “When’s the wedding?”

“Mom…”

“No, seriously, Britt, Mom’s right. You’re like a whole new person now.”

“She just makes me really happy. And she makes my kids happy too.”

“So put a ring on it!” Ginny yelled and Brittany hushed her.

“I’m going to.” She whispered. “I have one…I’m just waiting to do it on our anniversary.”

“Oh my God, I call maid of honor!”

“Would you stop yelling, Gin? I don’t want her to know I’m going to propose.”

“Are the kids going to be there? Are you going to have them all wear signs or something?”

“I thought about that.” Brittany turned the steaks and picked up her glass of wine. “But yes, I’m doing it with the kids and no, no signs. I’m doing it at the beach. But shhh, she’s coming.”

“Babe, I brought the corn out too.” Santana had a bottle of wine tucked under her arm and the plate of corn in her hands.

“Let me cook it.”

“Nope.” Santana popped her P and kissed Brittany’s lips. “You did all the prep for it, sit down with your mom and sister and let me cook.”

“Santana–”

“No arguing.” She grinned. “Love you.”

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Santana fell down the subway stairs. Had Brittany not been there to witness it herself, she’s pretty sure her wife never would have told her, because she was absolutely mortified by the situation. When she got to the bottom she dusted herself off and tried to pretend that she wasn’t hurt, but Brittany watched the way she cradled her arm the whole way home.

“Britt.” Santana whined from the couch. “Can you get me a glass of wine?”

“You’re really still pretending you’re not hurt?” Brittany came into the living room, having already poured two glasses.

“My ego is bruised, okay? My arm is totally fine.”

“You’ve been holding it for three hours and when I tried to touch you, you screamed.”

“I’m practicing for a role.”

“Crazy woman yells at her wife for fixing her shirt sleeve?”

“…no. It hurts maybe a little, but it’s nothing that wine and sleep can’t fix.”

“Seriously? You think wine and sleep is going to fix what is probably a broken arm? You were crying before.”

“Can’t you have some sympathy for my ego? That was traumatic for me, Britt.”

“I’m not going to be sympathetic until you go to a doctor.”

“And then what? If they put my arm in a cast, we can’t have sex for like…ever. It’s my left arm.”

“Do you really think that’s going to convince me that you shouldn’t go to the doctor?”

“You love sex.”

“You know what I love more than sex?”

“What?”

“You, you crazy fool. Please let me take you to the emergency room?”

“You know I hate doctors.”

“Your father is a doctor.”

“Bad example, I also hate my father.”

“Santana.” Brittany said sternly. “You’re going to wake up in the middle of the night screaming bloody murder. Let’s just go now.”

“Ugh. Why are you doing this to me?”

“Because I love you and you’re in pain.”

“I need to finish my wine first.”

“You haven’t even started it. Quit making excuses.” Brittany pulled Santana up by her good arm. “Let’s go.”

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“Everything had fallen into place for me, for us. I hate the idea that I’m completely consumed with something that happened in the past.”

“I remembered something the other night, that Dr. Collins said a few years ago when we were in couple’s therapy. He told us that even if things aren’t real, if they feel real, they still count.”

“I can’t handle the idea of someone hurting any of you.” I took a deep breath. “I know he’s in jail, but that’s exactly the thing, it feels like he’s real to me. Brittany, I need to tell you something.”

“You can tell me anything.” She squeezed my hand and I pinched the bridge of my nose.

“I’ve been thinking about drinking, way more than I should be. When you were at work the other day and Annie was at Thoreau’s, I really thought about walking to the liquor store with Marisa and getting so drunk that I didn’t remember Ryan Davis’ name.”

“I think you should either call Rosa or go to a meeting.” Brittany whispered, like she didn’t want to speak the memories of what I was like when I was constantly getting trashed into existence. “I know that you don’t really want to go back to how it was then.”

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But I Can Dream, Can’t I?

Some new Fire Island Brittana

When Spring finally arrives, you breathe a deep sigh of relief after what seemed to be a terminal winter. Because your students had been cooped up inside for so long, you take to bringing them outside for their lessons. Though you’re not certain that Mr. Woodhull would approve, you find that children who have spent their young lives running free do better in the fresh air, and when you have them write their letters in the sand, rather than on paper, you’re certain they absorb what they learn more. So you read to them in the dunes, you let them scavenge for sticks and practice arithmetic in damp sand, they tell you the names for each bird and seashell they find, and for the first time, you feel like you’re making a difference in the classroom.

Brittany puts the Alcott back in the water, and you think it’s good for her to be out at sea. She’s had so much strain worrying about her father, but you know that when she’s tired to her bones from fishing, it’s easier for her to relax at night. You love your evenings with her, listening to the radio, reading, having supper together. Some evenings too, Captain Pierce comes by your house. Brittany tells him that you’ll come to him, but he insists on the walk, tells her it does him good. He’s getting sicker, you can see it, but he’s yet to allow Brittany—and you, by default—to help care for him. He will, when the time comes, but the time is not here yet.

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Whom else is losing their mind

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An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Chapters: 21/21 Fandom: Glee Rating: Explicit Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationships: Santana Lopez/Brittany S. Pierce, Rachel Berry/Quinn Fabray Characters: Santana Lopez, Brittany S. Pierce, Noah Puckerman, Quinn Fabray, Rachel Berry, Russell Fabray, Mike Chang Additional Tags: Alternate Universe Series: Part 1 of Bad Things verse Summary:

Even now, after six months, the only thing she wants to do is call Brittany. Make sure she’s okay, hear her voice, see her face, feel the blood pumping through her veins. She wants all those things and she’s stuck hearing about it from Quinn.

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Desolate

Santana is in between again, on the road from Lima to Louisville. Somehow the perfect thermos of coffee Brittany gave her before she left and the perfect fries she picked up a half hour ago have grappled unsettlingly in her guts. Well, she’s awake enough to drive, anyway.

But here is the truth: she hasn’t slept well in ages. And every time sleep happens, she is too soon awakened by a dream, or a memory, or a memory of a dream.

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Live! From New York: A Brittana Fanfiction Chapter 1

Welcome! This is a Glee fanfic starring Brittana, and most of the rest of the cast. I’ve dug deep to bring out my first Brittana fic of 2018. Hope you enjoy! Yes, Britt is Kate McKinnon, and Santana is Lin Manuel Miranda, and everybody else is everybody else. Kenan Thompson is always Kenan because he’s going to be on SNL forever (don’t fight me on this!). I’m planning on this to be one of the longer fics, but we’ll see how often I update. Also! Leslie Jones is there because she’s amazing.

Read this on AO3 or FFF.net if you like.

Brittany raced down the hallway dodging interns, staffers, writers, and crew. She careened around a rack of costumes, and nearly ran head first into a llama, skidding around it at the last possible second, and grazing it’s fur gently as she ran by.

“Brittany, they’ve started the goodnights!”

The voice boomed behind Brittany, and she felt it’s insistence push her even faster down the hallway. It had been their director, Shannon Beiste, and her tone left no room for argument. She pumped her legs a bit harder, skirting around a desk and through a set of double doors. Arms waved her onwards, and she gracefully leaped onto the stage, wrapping her arms around Jane Hayward.

“You’re late, Britt.” Jane smirked, accepting Brittany’s hug, and waving to the crowd.

“Yeah, well, I got a little caught up.”

“Caught up with what? You were in the last sketch!”

“Yeah, and you saw the outfit they had me in, I had to change.”

“Beiste is going to literally turn you into a scorch mark.”

The crowd quieted and Melissa McCarthy waved once more for good measure.

“Thank you to the cast, the crew and Lorne Michaels! Have the great night!”

The music kicked in, and it made further conversation impossible without shouting directly into the person’s ear. Brittany separated from Jane and walked to give Melissa a hug.

“You did awesome!”

“Thanks! And you in that nun sketch, oh my god. Goddamn, Britt, I almost laughed about six different times!”

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More Hospital!AU.

Santana didn’t realize just how stressful it would be to go back to work while she had three kids at home. The first month is total hell for her, as she juggles having almost zero sleep with performing some of the most intense surgeries of her career. She still hasn’t had the opportunity to tell both Shelby and Holly that she plans of working on a second certification, and she thinks that she really has to wait until everything calms down in her head before she can make that kind of commitment. As much as she wants to do it, she has to watch out for her mental health, and when she tells Brittany that, she is, as always, completely supportive of her choice.

After a particularly bad night of sleep, Santana manages to catch an hour nap in one of the on-call rooms before she does an appendectomy, and the surgery is luckily a breeze for her. She’s feeling pretty good about things, when she rounds a corner and sees Puckerman, Lynn and Hudson deep in conversation. They don’t notice her there, and she’s just about to announce her presence when she realizes that she is the topic of their conversation.

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But As Long As You Love Me So

Some new Fire Island Brittana

After Thanksgiving, the weather turns bitter cold, and each morning, by the time you get to school, you’re so chilled that it takes you nearly an hour to warm up. You’re not certain how Brittany manages to work outside all day, but each night, you’re sure to have a fire started when she gets home, and you’re sure to stack blankets on the sofa, and fill her belly with piping hot food so she can get the chill out of her bones before you go to the drafty second floor of the house for bed.

During the second week of December, it becomes apparent that it’s going to snow. Once it begins, Mr. Woodhull releases school early so the children have time to get home. When the last student is bundled up and out the door, you bundle yourself, and you begin the long walk down the snowy beach. The house is warm when you get inside, but you feel a sense of panic within you. Brittany is on the mainland, and with the way the snow is coming down, you’re not sure she’ll be able to get back.

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DJ Snowflake and Scrooge: December First

Summary: A struggling radio station gets a chance to boost ratings and sponsors when one Bed and Breakfast located in the middle of nowhere asks them to run a special Christmas show in the dead of night. The countdown to Christmas commences. Brittana. AU. M.

Warnings: none! I’ve been doing this nice/fluffy fic stuff a lot recently. Except sMut! There must always be that. ;)

Big big big shout out to whitneystrouth who not only helped brainstorm ideas, do research, and edit, BUT she did the cover art and the posters and really anything that’s cool and visual because she’s kinda amazing. Fact. True fact.

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I will reblog every year cause it was probably the most stressful, but the most fun I ever had frantically writing a fic. Always always shout out to @whitneystrouth for making it so enjoyable. :)

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I’m laughing forever cause it took me forever to finish this chapter. It’s been 84 years. I’m like 6 fandoms/ships past Brittana, but here I am. This is what my brain wanted to do today!

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It’s Not a Fast Move, But a Slow Groove

Some 80s AU

After they return from their little getaway in the mountains, Brittany hardly sees Santana for two weeks. Every night, she comes home late from work, and she shuts herself up in her office with a glass of blood red wine and a cigar. Though it irritates Brittany to no end that she doesn’t get more than a few moments to talk to her before bed, and then again in the morning when she’s rushing out the door to get to the bank long before it opens, she can’t complain. There’s some kind of audit, or…something that Brittany hadn’t really understood going on, and she can tell by the worry lines on Santana’s face that she feels a great deal of concern over her job. But as sympathetic to Santana’s plight as she is, Brittany can’t help but worry about her girlfriend’s stomach, and hope that she doesn’t work herself back into the hospital.

For her own part, Brittany is busy with her own job. Her classes for seniors have become quite a hit, and Carl has added more to her load. It’s great…at least as far as income in concerned, but Brittany can’t help but think that maybe she’ll get stuck with this position, when she’d much rather be doing something else that really lets her dance. If she’s being honest with herself, she misses performing, and while a steady paycheck is nice, sometimes, in the back of her mind, she regrets not taking Santana up on the offer to be her sugar mama while she goes out and auditions for roles she knows Rachel Berry will prevent her from getting.

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Wags and Kisses (A DogPark!Brittana One Shot in 3? Parts)

Heeeeeyyyyyy y’all. Remember when I was saying I wanted to write some more? Yeah, here it is. (Will be on FFF.net once it’s done here)

Santana should have known better than agreeing to babysit Quinn’s spoiled lap dog, Dolly.

She should have said no. She wanted to say no. She’d known Quinn and her wife, Mercedes, since they were all in high school, and Santana could say no to Quinn no problem. In fact, she relished it. Quinn was a proud woman, and since they’d started their law firm in the city almost a decade prior, they’d spent most of their days arguing. Over the last eight years they’d gone from a handful of lawyers and law clerks to a firm rocketing its way through the ranks. She made her living arguing, and spent a lot of that time arguing with Quinn. Getting to say no when Quinn asked anything was almost the highlight of her day.

But Quinn hadn’t asked her. Mercedes had.

The same Mercedes who’d been her best friend in high school. The same Mercedes who’d let her crash at her place in the city when she had nowhere else to go. The same Mercedes who’d encouraged her when law school was kicking her ass (meanwhile, of course, Quinn was on her third highly competitive internship in some international city). That same patient, kind, giving Mercedes, who very rarely asked her for anything, had to only look at her once, and make a request and she was stuck.

So, that’s how Santana found herself at the dog park twice a day for the past week, walking the ball of fluff that went by the name Dolly. Mercedes and Quinn were still pretending they didn’t want kids (though Santana was sure it would only be a matter of time), so Dolly was a stand-in until they figured out why they stopped every time a baby carriage went by, and it showed. Santana had never met a more pampered pooch, and the list Mercedes had given her as Quinn was trying to get them out the door so they wouldn’t miss their flight, was atrocious.

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Out of the Ashes, Chapter 3

Previous Parts can be found here

After she has coffee with Brittany, Santana finds it strange how quickly she’s able to form a friendship with this woman. It’s definitely not something that she expected. She’s not like any friend she’s ever had before. Brittany’s…not showy. She’s down to earth, she doesn’t expect anything from Santana. Santana knows that she doesn’t have a lot of money, so once they started talking more, rather than inviting Brittany and her son to go on one of the excursions she tries to take Carolina on to distract her from her sadness, she invites them over for dinner.

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Could you recommend any good Brittana fics?

I’m awful at coming up with recs on the spot, so lemme just link you to my fic rec page on my main blog. It’s kind of outdated and not entirely complete, but it’s better than nothing :)

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Put Your Arms Around Me and We Tumble To the Ground

Some 80s AU

With the weather getting warmer, and summer in full swing, Santana’s workload picks up. She never understands quite why, but there’s always an influx at the bank in the month of June, and she’s wound tighter than usual, barely finding time for Brittany at night, when she shuts herself in her office to continue working until long after Brittany falls asleep on the couch. She feels bad about it, of course, but it can’t be helped, she has a position to maintain, and the only way she can do that is by working twenty times as hard as any of the white men she employs would ever have to.

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