tongue tied.

SANTANA LOPEZ-PIERCE Boners back in your pants, pervs. My lady loins tingle for one pretty little blonde who your eyes and hands are going to stay far, far away from.

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BABY SHOWER → BRITTANA.

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TAGGING → Santana Lopez, Brittany Pierce. LOCATION → LoPierce household. TIME FRAME → Sunday afternoon. NOTES → Now that they know the baby’s gender, Santana and Brittany decide to throw a baby shower with their family and some close “friends”

BRITTANY LOPEZ-PIERCE

Chuckling under her breath at Santana’s defensiveness she could only agree, leaning in closer and kissing the side of her wife’s head. After all the hardships and time they had to spend apart in the past those things seemed almost trivial. Though, she was still that tiny bit butthurt about Quinn refusing a threesome with them just to go for her girl flying solo. For her information, Brittany was amazing in bed. Both alone and in tandem with her beautiful wife. “You know, I think we’ll need to keep Rachel around for that bit longer. If I was a little kid and someone told me she’d be babysitting me, I’d behave right away. Baby ears are really sensitive to noises that can break glass. It’s a scientific fact.” Maybe it wasn’t, but she still figured that anyone with Santana’s genes couldn’t handle more than one reedition of Don’t Rain on My Parade without wanting to tear their hair out.

“I saw your mom make a blog dedicated to our baby by the way… It was kind of sweet in a stalker-ish granny kind of way. My mom just got us those adorable shirts saying ‘MILF’, but I don’t want to give Puck any ideas… I think he has a bit of a fetish” Looking over at their friend she could only give the rest a little shrug. It was a well known fact that their previously mohawked friend liked his ‘hot momma’s’.

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The kiss to her head let Santana know that Brittany hopefully wasn’t feeling bitter about her history with both Quinn and Puck. Even if she was, she at least wasn’t letting it impact them, and Santana smiled softly in response, wishing they could be alone and doing more than just giving small, appropriate kisses. Thinking over Brittany’s statement, Santana wrinkled her nose. “You really want to make our kid endure one of Rachel Berry’s impromptu performances? Especially now she’s married to Vocal Adrenaline’s male version of herself. I don’t hate our child, I don’t know why you clearly do,” she teased, but pulled her wife closer to return the earlier favor by leaning up and kissing the side of her head gently. She knew Brittany could take things literally sometimes, and the last thing Santana wanted was for her wife to think she thought she didn’t love their baby.

Although she’d been attempting to pay attention to Kurt and Blaine, which was basically a feat in itself, Santana’s head snapped over in Brittany’s direction. “Wait, what? She made a blog dedicated to him?” she asked, her brows knitting together. She knew her mom had been overly excited about the impending arrival of her first grandchild, but that was taking things way too far. Scanning the room, her eyes narrowed as they landed on her mother, and Santana broke into Klaine’s rambling about their parents by grabbing Brittany’s hand and standing, which wasn’t an easy motion these days. “Come on,” she grumbled, “These two MILFs have a grandmother I’m sure Puck would love to F to take care of.”

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BABY SHOWER → BRITTANA.

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TAGGING → Santana Lopez, Brittany Pierce. LOCATION → LoPierce household. TIME FRAME → Sunday afternoon. NOTES → Now that they know the baby’s gender, Santana and Brittany decide to throw a baby shower with their family and some close “friends”

BRITTANY LOPEZ-PIERCE

“Baby, but what if he loves the Puckerman baby? I don’t think it’s fair to judge him or her by their parents and I mean you did sleep with both of them. Kind of. So it would be hypocritical of you…” Her face scrunched at the thought of anyone else sleeping with her wife. The idea just didn’t sit right with her and she made it clear by tightening her grip around the very pregnant woman by her side. “If he’s anything like you he could never ever ever like someone raised by Kurt and Blaine though… I have a feeling we’ll be visiting school lots and lots from all the Lopez gene trouble.” It was true,  Brittany was sure that if her wife were to be born male, she’d find herself at the principal’s office more often than Puck and Karofsky put together.

There were a lot of possible names in her head, some fancy and sophisticated, meant to flatter the men in hers or Santana’s family, others silly and thought of just to make her wife smile and those chosen few she simply liked because of the way they sounded. Especially ones with Hispanic roots. She wanted for their child to be able to understand his mother’s culture, even if Santana herself wasn’t that much into it. (And that would score both of them some major brownie points with the abuela, she was convinced) “San, that’s super mean. I’m sure they had many awful names thought out, not just the obvious few. Maybe we should name our son after someone from Sweet Valley High since he was consumed during it, in a way… ”

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Santana’s brows raised, about to retaliate, when she noticed the scrunched up look on Brittany’s face as the realization of what she’d set settled in. “They were both a phase,” she said, waving off the thought. Nobody compared to Brittany, and nobody ever had. Puck had been a way for her to work through her own denial, and Quinn had been a way of not spending the night alone after watching Brittany and Sam dancing with each other all night. She wasn’t going to get into that, though, not at their baby shower. “Anyways, the point is, our baby is going to be too good for theirs, you know he is,” she shrugged. Nodding her head in agreement, she smirked at the thought of them getting called into school. Not that she planned to encourage bad behavior, but since Santana couldn’t hit the crying children right now, if their son wanted to do it for them at some point, she’d only be fake pissed at him for it. “He’s gonna keep us on our toes,” she nodded, “that’s for sure.”

Until now, Santana had been putting off the thought of baby names, since they seemed irrelevant compared to all of the other preparation they had to do, but Kurt and Blaine’s question had made her realize that they needed to start thinking more seriously about it soon. She had a couple ideas, but nothing that she was in love with yet. She was sure she and Brittany would be able to figure something out, though. Looking over at Brittany when she spoke, Santana bit back a laugh, mostly because she could practically feel the burn of Kurt and Blaine’s offended expressions. “No, Britts,” she shook her head, “We’re not naming him after a show character. That’d make us almost as bad as those two,” she motioned to Kurt and Blaine, one of whom (probably Kurt) let out an offended gasp, but when had that ever bothered Santana? “We’ll figure something out. Anyways,” she turned back to ‘Klaine’, “How are your parents liking being grandparents? My mom already can’t stop gushing about the baby and he isn’t even here yet,” she rolled her eyes, glancing over to her mother, who was excitedly showing the sonogram picture to anybody who cared enough to look.

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BABY SHOWER → BRITTANA.

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TAGGING → Santana Lopez, Brittany Pierce. LOCATION → LoPierce household. TIME FRAME → Sunday afternoon. NOTES → Now that they know the baby’s gender, Santana and Brittany decide to throw a baby shower with their family and some close “friends”

BRITTANY LOPEZ-PIERCE

Looking down between their joined hands Brittany could only give her wife a small shrug. “Too late, I’m kind of attached to the one you’re carrying.” Her serious expression lasted approximately a couple of seconds, quickly replaced by a shit eating grin. Sure they could’ve picked better people to invite for the baby shower, but it didn’t seem right considering they’ve been invited to plenty occasions by those people. (Even if Santana found excuse or five to avoid majority of them. Brittany was just thankful.) “Do you think mohawks are genetic? I don’t want it to hit on our newborn baby. Maybe when he’s older.” She muttered under her breath, her face scrunched up at the thought of their and Puckerman’s kids ever shacking it up. It would be weird considering they’ve slept with its parents before. Well at least Santana did.

Following her wife to the couch, Brittany stretched her arm behind Santana’s shoulder in a (self-believed ) smooth move.  Kurt and Blaine were talking about parenthood, but it was nearly impossible to listen when she was so distracted by trying to avoid Blaine’s eyebrows from tanging her inside their web. She had a dream like that once and woke up all sweaty so Brittany wasn’t taking any risks. “We invited them, because they watched us take every step on our way here. It’s like family. You don’t have to like them all. But at least you have someone to donate you a kidney if something happens, you know? And I can bet you, little Santana is going to cry even louder, just to test us. We have to be prepared, baby.”

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Even though there was a scowl set in place on her face, Santana couldn’t not playfully roll her eyes at her wife, nor could she help smiling. “Fine, I’ll give you that. You’re allowed to be attached to this one. The rest of them, though,” she frowned again, glancing over at the other kids in the room, then back at Brittany. Her expression became horrified this time, at the thought of Quinn and Puck’s baby hitting on theirs. “Hell no,” she shook her head, “Let’s get one thing clear right now. Our baby is way higher class than that one. I forbid any kind of exchange between the two of them,” she paused, glancing down at her stomach. With her free hand, she rested it over the top of her bump, speaking down to it, “Did you hear that? Puckerman’s kid, or any of their future kids, are off limits. Same with Kurt and Blaine’s.” Patting her bump gently, she looked back up at Brittany again, shaking her head.

Almost like a natural reflex, when Brittany’s arm came up behind her, Santana settled down against her wife, slotting comfortably in place. If it wasn’t for Brittany, she would’ve already gotten up and left. Turning to look at her, she waited for her words of wisdom, which came naturally, as always. Letting out a defeated sigh, she eventually nodded her head. “Fine, you’re right,” she lowered her voice, “At least our baby will be cute, though.” Turning back to Kurt and Blaine, she listened to them rambling about the joys of fatherhood, and stopped herself on more than one occasion from kicking both of them. She was barely even listening, just pretending to, until they asked if Brittany and Santana had picked a name for their little boy yet. Santana’s brows raised slightly, and she looked over at Brittany. “No, not yet. I have a couple ideas, and I’m sure Britt does, but we haven’t really discussed all of that yet.” Turning to address Kurt and Blaine again, she shrugged, “It’s not as easy for us as it was for you. I mean, you were obviously set on landing your child with an awful stage name right from birth, and there aren’t that many to pick from. We have a whole world of possibilities.”

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BABY SHOWER → BRITTANA.

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TAGGING → Santana Lopez, Brittany Pierce. LOCATION → LoPierce household. TIME FRAME → Sunday afternoon. NOTES → Now that they know the baby’s gender, Santana and Brittany decide to throw a baby shower with their family and some close “friends”

BRITTANY LOPEZ-PIERCE

It’s been a while since Brittany has seen her beautiful wife rolling down the halls of their apartment with her comically large stomach and the facial expression of a grumpy cat. Even though the baby shower was an evident success and people who claimed to be their friends seemed to have fun, catching up with one another and flailing over the already existing babies, it didn’t take her genius mind to figure out Santana had enough of them approximately 10 minutes after they’ve stepped inside. And as much as Brittany loved (most) of them, she was slowly catching up with the brunette when it came to patience department. There was simply a human limit to listening to stories about ‘Klaine’s’ pooping child or Rachel’s fight with stretch marks she could handle. Thank god for Santana. Just when the distress hit unbearable level, Brittany felt something hard and round press against her back, just before Santana’s not to petite body joined the party. Soft smile graced Brittany’s lips in an answer as she allowed the woman to gently turn her around, her hand joining the swell of her wife’s stomach like a magnet.

“Well… if you really need to we can say the baby is making you really tired and no one’s going to blame you for catching a nap… that might conveniently last until they’re gone. Lord Tubbington taught me that trick when it comes to people you don’t wanna see.” She stated proudly, nuzzling her face against the side of Santana’s head so she could press a small kiss to her temple. “I’m pretty sure she injected sugar to its veins by the way. She was trying to scare us off having kids, just because hers is taking after the baby daddy too much. She just forgot that you can’t make the fetus age backwards so it’s kind of too late for that.”

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It didn’t matter how terrible her mood was, seeing Brittany was always enough to brighten Santana up a little bit. “As great of an idea as that is, I’m not going to leave you alone with these people. I might wake up to find you’ve actually gotten attached to one of the kids, and I don’t want you getting ideas like that,” she shook her head, holding onto her wife’s hand. The kiss to her temple made her smile, despite how annoyed she was with everyone else. Laughing at the thought of Quinn injecting sugar into her child’s veins, Santana nodded her head in agreement. “Probably. I’m actually surprised it hasn’t tried to hit on either of us yet. I mean, it looks freakishly like Puck,” she frowned, glancing back at the kid, “All it needs is a mohawk and you’ve got the perfect Puckerman 2.0. Let’s hope it has a little more class than the original.”

Rolling her eyes, Santana sucked up her bitter feelings towards pretty much everybody else in the apartment. “Alright, let’s go pretend like we actually like these people,” she muttered, turning around and tugging Brittany over to the couch with her. Kurt and Blaine were sitting there with their newborn, but there was enough room for Santana and Brittany to perch over to the side. Sitting down, Santana looked at her ex choir room friends, flashing them a forced smile. “So, uh, how’s fatherhood treating you?” she asked, pretending to seem interested. It was difficult when the baby was still wailing and it was taking everything in her not to scowl at it. Turning to Brittany, she mumbled, “I can’t do this. I’d rather listen to Berry sing the entire Les Mis soundtrack. Why did we invite these people?”

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BABY SHOWER → BRITTANA.

TAGGING → Santana Lopez, Brittany Pierce.

LOCATION → LoPierce household.

TIME FRAME → Sunday afternoon.

NOTES → Now that they know the baby’s gender, Santana and Brittany decide to throw a baby shower with their family and some close “friends”.

SANTANA LOPEZ-PIERCE

The last people Santana wanted to see were the people scattered throughout she and Brittany’s apartment. Family, she could cope with, but over the years, their friends had become more like frenemies, and inviting them into their home hadn’t seemed like such a terrible idea at first, but now that they were all here, Santana wanted them gone. The upside, of course, were all of the gifts they’d brought for she and Brittany’s baby, as well as the fact that they could basically rub it in their faces how happy their relationship was, and how beautiful their New York apartment was. Aside from that, though, Santana didn’t feel like making awkward smalltalk with people she didn’t care much for. She was exhausted, her feet were swollen and aching, and her boobs hurt like crazy. Nevertheless, she’d gotten dressed up in a cute dress and heels that only hurt her feet more, and despite how she was feeling, at least she looked awesome.

Kurt and Blaine had recently had their baby, via the surrogacy of Rachel Berry, and they’d brought it along with them. It was crying a lot and they were fawning over it, and Santana was doing her best not to scowl. She and Brittany’s baby wasn’t going to be like that, he was going to be perfect, and when he got older, he was going to be better than Quinn’s brat, too. Santana’s distaste for their ‘friends’ children was only becoming more apparent the more annoying they were being, so trying to focus her attention elsewhere, she made a beeline for Brittany, walking up behind her and wrapping her arms around her waist. “Everything looks so great in here, huh?” she smiled, pressing a soft kiss to her wife’s cheek, before pulling back and taking her hand to turn her around, “I think everyone’s having fun. Even if I’m not.” She mumbled the last part, not bothering to hold back the scowl, since only Brittany could see it. “Remind me to not invite Q anywhere again, her kid is killing me.”

[pierceofbrittany-blog]

Say Uncle || BRITTANA

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TAGGING → Santana Lopez, Brittany Pierce. LOCATION → LoPierce household. TIME FRAME → Saturday afternoon. NOTES → After finally finding out the gender of their baby, the girls are ready to take the next step and prepare the nursery. If only things were as simple as they seem.

BRITTANY LOPEZ-PIERCE

Doing just as instructed, Brittany’s hand was met with yet another piece of wood. And just as she grasped it with a victorious smile her eyelids rose up, ready to see her wife’s beautiful face once again. You see, Brittany here was a genius and even though the game was silly and moved their productivity at significantly slower pace, it was enough to relax Santana and stop the whirlwind of frustrations building up inside of her and poking their baby in his cute barely formed butt. That seemed worth it, especially since she got to lean forward and press her lips against Santana’s in a loving kiss. Her hands immediately brushing against the swell of her stomach, holding their precious baby on the inside.

“Oooppss, I think I stole one before putting the pieces together. How about we do some more of this and then we’ll shorten our work time by doing this together. So it goes faster with 4 hands instead of two, deal?” She asked with a wicked grin, her kisses already moving down the woman’s jaw in a strategically planned direction. Straight towards the spot that she was sure would make her wife putty in her hands enough to agree with anything she said.

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Santana had asked Brittany to marry her because she loved her, and she didn’t think it was possible to love her even more than she already did, but there was something about the way Brittany’s hands brushed against her stomach, where their baby was growing safely, that swelled Santana’s heart with even deeper love for her. It was an indescribable feeling, and the only way Santana could convey it was by kissing her back with a natural, satisfied smile on her lips. It made all of the frustration of this whole crib building business seem completely irrelevant, and if Santana had realized that all it took would be a kiss from Brittany to calm her down, she would’ve suggested it sooner. At least she got it now, though, and as their lips pressed together, she lifted her hand to rest gently against the blonde’s cheek, her fingertips brushing softly against her skin.

Pulling back slightly when Brittany spoke, Santana’s hand remained where it was, her fingers still gently stroking her cheek, and she mirrored the grin on her wife’s lips. “I think I could be okay with that,” she nodded, though she didn’t really have a choice, since Brittany’s lips were moving in a path that the blonde just knew drove Santana crazy. Her eyes fluttered shut as the other woman’s lips touched her skin, and she slipped her hand back to tangle up in her hair. “I don’t think we’re gonna get much work done this way,” she mumbled, though she definitely wasn’t complaining. This beat crib building any day.

[pierceofbrittany-blog]

Say Uncle || BRITTANA

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TAGGING → Santana Lopez, Brittany Pierce. LOCATION → LoPierce household. TIME FRAME → Saturday afternoon. NOTES → After finally finding out the gender of their baby, the girls are ready to take the next step and prepare the nursery. If only things were as simple as they seem.

BRITTANY LOPEZ-PIERCE

Brittany’s grin would be shining brightly even if Santana said no, mostly, because she believed that positive attitude could be contagious. With the right tone and smile she would have her wife and even their baby laughing in no time. That was given. So after some overdramatic hand gestures she has learned during watching Rachel’s pre-show preparations she was ready to ‘play’. (It looked totally like that High School Musical movie’s Sharpay’s one by the way, and she should sue. Especially now that Rachel had some money on her. Worst case scenario she’d sell her tony and pray to that other prize she won for singing or something.)

“Alright, smarty pants. Make sure I won’t dig my hands on anything sharp or I won’t be able to feel your boobies and that would make everyone involved really, really upset. Involving Thelma and Louise.” She warned, keeping her eyes shut as she tried to feel around to find the metal object that should be somewhere within her reach. With Santana’s help it shouldn’t be that hard.  And just as expected she was holding onto the piece between her fingers in no time trying to handle it to her wife by following her voice and Brittany’s own memory. “Now hold this so I can give you the next one.”

SANTANA LOPEZ-PIERCE

Even though she’d been stressing out about all of this, and didn’t feel very much like laughing or even smiling, when Brittany started doing her Rachel Berry inspired hand gestures, Santana couldn’t help but laugh quietly. “You’re ridiculous, babe,” she shook her head, a smile on her lips. Leave it to Brittany to make even the most stressful situations fun, right? Pleased with their progress once she’d successfully guided Brittany to the correct piece, Santana reached out to take it from her once Brittany’s hand was close enough to do so, then set it down on the floor beside her where it was easy to reach when needed. “Okay, you’re gonna move your hand back out in front of you again,” Santana instructed, looking at the next wooden piece they needed, “Then just a little to the left and drop, it’s right there.”

Picking up the metal piece again, Santana held it patiently, playing with it in her hands, and waiting for Brittany to retrieve the next part they needed. She held out her own hand to take it from her once Brittany was ready. “Then you’re gonna need to open those pretty eyes and get that cute butt back over here so we can fix these two pieces together, and then we’re gonna enjoy a couple sweet lady kisses as a reward for our hard work,” she smiled proudly, waiting for her wife to comply. It didn’t matter how frustrated this crib building was making Santana, she decided there was no point in being so negative about it. This was supposed to be a happy time, after all.

[pierceofbrittany-blog]

Say Uncle || BRITTANA

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TAGGING → Santana Lopez, Brittany Pierce. LOCATION → LoPierce household. TIME FRAME → Saturday afternoon. NOTES → After finally finding out the gender of their baby, the girls are ready to take the next step and prepare the nursery. If only things were as simple as they seem.

BRITTANY LOPEZ-PIERCE

Humming contently Brittany kissed the woman back, hoping to convey some of her rather laid back attitude into it and relax her wife a little bit. And maybe it would’ve worked if Santana’s stomach wasn’t the size of a proper basketball, making it really hard for the girl to move around and reach for things. Brittany had to literally bite her tongue to stop the giggle from coming out and offending her wife. They just made some progress about Santana letting her help. She wasn’t going to blow it for a laughing fit, even if she was convinced Lord Tubbington would’ve recorded them and gotten lots of views on youtube with comments like ‘whale trying to get back into the sea’ or something among those lines.

“I think we should make it a game!” Brittany announced, prying Santana’s attention away from her inability to reach things and channeling a shit eating grin onto her own face. Peeling herself away from the Latina, she stood up with one last squeeze of the round belly and moved few feet away, this way they could reach all the parts easily without anyone getting all huffy and puffy. “I’m going to close my eyes and you’re going to tell me where the part lays so I have to hand it to you. Like a trust exercise, but less boring and no one’s ankle is going to get broken like that time I was staring at your breastickles and forgot to catch Megan.”

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If Santana had realized how restricting pregnancy was going to be, she might’ve thought twice about volunteering to be the one to carry their baby. The things that stressed her out probably wouldn’t have stressed Brittany out. Then again, Santana would’ve had to deal with the constant worry about her wife’s comfort, not to mention having to watch her go through the excruciating pain of childbirth. No, she decided, this was the right choice, she just needed to relax a bit. Reaching for a third time, Santana stopped when Brittany’s voice broke into her concentration, and she looked back at her, “What?” Sitting back again, she watched Brittany move herself away, her brows knitted together slightly. Letting out a small sigh, a faint smile appeared on Santana’s lips. She knew what Brittany was doing, and as much as she wanted to be able to do this herself, she knew she needed help, so she humored the way her wife was humoring her. “Okay, I like the sound of that,” she nodded.

Waiting for Brittany to close her eyes, Santana reached forward as best as she could and picked up the other girl’s hand, letting go once it was hovering in the air. “Okay, you need to move your hand over to the left a little,” she instructed, her gaze moving over to the metal part she needed, then back over to Brittany to make sure she wasn’t peaking. Santana wasn’t just gonna allow her wife to do this for her; if they were playing a game, then they were gonna play properly. It’d make Santana feel less inadequate. “Now move it forward a little bit, then drop your hand and you should be able to grab it. Don’t drop it too quickly, though,” she added, her eyes widening slightly, “It’s sharp, you’ll cut yourself.”

[pierceofbrittany-blog]

Say Uncle || BRITTANA

[sntnapez-blog]

TAGGING → Santana Lopez, Brittany Pierce. LOCATION → LoPierce household. TIME FRAME → Saturday afternoon. NOTES → After finally finding out the gender of their baby, the girls are ready to take the next step and prepare the nursery. If only things were as simple as they seem.

BRITTANY LOPEZ-PIERCE

“Exactly like this one, baby.” Brittany replied patiently with a soft smile, trailing light kisses down the side of Santana’s neck as a way to relax the woman and possibly distract her from realizing that step by step she was helping her out with the whole crib business. “Just like that. So our baby’s all safe and protected from four sides.” She hummed, happily letting go of the piece of wood secured in Santana’s hand in order to place her own palms on top of the swell of Santana’s stomach instead. Almost as if to show her how the baby should be protected and it did give her an excuse to touch all over Santana’s tummy the way she wanted to every time she was within her presence.

“Do you think our baby would know it’s safe just from how well this crib is being made? I don’t want him to think it’s going to fall apart if he’s a worry worm like you… “ With a playful squeeze the blonde leaned forward, smacking a chaste kiss on top of Santana’s cheek and taking another leg from the crib, ready to help so they could finish with the whole thing faster. Not that Santana couldn’t do it now that she was grasping the basics she would’ve known if she read the instructions.

SANTANA LOPEZ-PIERCE

For a second, Santana was even more frustrated that she hadn’t been able to figure this all out herself, but then a pleased smile took over her lips, because even though she’d had Brittany’s help, she’d figured out what she was doing now. Hopefully, the rest of the crib building would fall into place more easily. Hopefully. Tilting her head slightly to the side to accommodate Brittany’s lips against her neck, Santana continued to pick up different pieces to attach them together the same way Brittany had just showed her with the first one, a satisfied smile on her face still. “I think he’s gonna like this crib,” she said, pausing for a moment to turn her head towards her wife, then pressing her lips gently to the blonde’s. Pulling back, she looked at her, scanning her face for a moment, “Thanks, babe.” She then went back to fixing pieces together, because she planned to do the rest of this herself.

“He’s gonna know how safe he is. I mean, I built it, so,” she shrugged, lying to herself mostly, because she wouldn’t have been able to even get it started without Brittany’s help, evidently. The kiss to her cheek had been a good, strategic idea, because it distracted Santana from telling Britt not to help. Truthfully, though, it would probably be a good idea if they both finished this off, because Santana had already wasted an hour, and they still had a ton of crap to build. Always prepared Santana needed to make sure the nursery was finished, despite how early they were doing it and the fact that their baby wasn’t even fully formed yet, because she always needed to be a step ahead of the game. Leaning forward a little to grab another metal piece, Santana’s stomach stopped her from quite being able to grasp it, and she frowned, trying and failing once more.

[pierceofbrittany-blog]

Say Uncle || BRITTANA

[sntnapez-blog]

TAGGING → Santana Lopez, Brittany Pierce. LOCATION → LoPierce household. TIME FRAME → Saturday afternoon. NOTES → After finally finding out the gender of their baby, the girls are ready to take the next step and prepare the nursery. If only things were as simple as they seem.

BRITTANY LOPEZ-PIERCE

No matter how much she was claiming so, Santana didn’t seem to ‘got it’ in the slightest and Brittany’s however strong patience was slowly wearing thin. Mostly because she was holding back all the awws, because it would be quite rude to tell her all round wife about how cute she looked all puzzled for a change. It didn’t help that Santana was turning desperate with every following second.

“Alright. How about this….” She grinned, making her way down to sit on the floor behind Santana, her legs and arms wiggling their way around Santana’s frame from behind as she popped her head to rest her chin over her wife’s shoulder. “See this metallic part? It’s like um… what are those things that keep your bones together? Joint. Yes.” She waved the metallic part in front of them to prove a point. “And this wooden piece you’re holding is a calf so you can’t just put it straight onto the thigh unless you’re Lord Tubbington and the knee disappears under your thick bones.” She explained, reaching over Santana’s round belly to take her hand and guide the two pieces together. “Now we need something that would attach them together so you can put the thigh in there too. When I get confused I just try to remember all those horrific images Sue made us memorize after Cheer camp 2011. You could actually see all bones in there…. ”

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Despite knowing this was something that both parents were probably supposed to be doing together, Santana didn’t want any help. It wasn’t that she didn’t want Brittany to be involved, or that she wanted to build the whole nursery with her own two hands or anything like that. It was just that Santana couldn’t do anything for herself anymore, and she wanted to prove to herself that she could still do just one important thing, like building up their baby’s crib. So, asking Brittany for help had been a huge admittance of defeat for her, and she didn’t feel good about it. However, it did help when Brittany slotted herself in behind her, and when her wife’s chin rested against her shoulder, no matter how disappointed she was in herself, Santana still turned her head to press a gentle kiss to her cheek.

Turning to face forward again and watch as Brittany began to pick up different pieces, Santana listened to her. “No, I already tr-” she paused, her brows knitting tightly together when she saw the way the two pieces actually did fit together with the aid of the metal component. Scanning the pieces on the floor around her as she and Brittany held their two wooden parts together, she picked up another metal piece, holding it up. “Like this one?” she asked, slotting it between the two pieces of wood and seeing how it fit perfectly. Why the hell couldn’t she have figured that out herself? Still, there was no point in frustrating herself anymore than she already was, so she went with it, fixing the piece in place, then looking at the rest of the crib pieces. “There’s gonna be three more of those, right?” she asked, grabbing for another wooden crib leg, as well as another metal part, “Right?”

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Say Uncle || BRITTANA

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TAGGING → Santana Lopez, Brittany Pierce.

LOCATION → LoPierce household.

TIME FRAME → Saturday afternoon.

NOTES → After finally finding out the gender of their baby, the girls are ready to take the next step and prepare the nursery. If only things were as simple as they seem.

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Brittany was so in love with this woman. She has been since she could remember and maybe that was why she couldn’t find the heart to tell Santana that the piece which didn’t ‘fit’ with anything matched perfectly with the one positioned on the side of her knees, she just had to use an extra metal element to put the two together. Pointing things out would make Santana feel incompetent and as a mother to be, she needed a little bit of confidence in her abilities. It wasn’t her fault that Brittany was clearly more handy one out of the two, mostly because as confusing as they were she never done anything without the instruction manual. Unlike her stubborn wife…

“I can’t baby, the parts of both sets are the same color what if they wander around and decide they like being with each other better? I don’t wanna be responsible for breaking any epic romances just yet. Maybe when we’re old and wrinkly between snack times at the nursing home…” She explained, gently trying to let Santana know that making a bigger mess all at once wasn’t the smartest of options. “You know we could do this together and then do the drawer set twice as fast… They’re made by the same person so I think it wouldn’t be that different and this way no wooden feelings are hurt.” Or more like Santana’s feelings and pride wouldn’t get half as damaged. “You’re working so hard on this already and I bet the baby is hungry from all this hard work.” There were two possible outcomes of this, either Santana would keep on insisting she wants and can do it alone or she would cave in, saving the remaining of her pride by admitting the defeat in a less embarrassing way. Who was she kidding, it was probably the former…

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Even when she felt completely overwhelmed and frustrated like she did now, Santana always had all of the patience in the world for Brittany. Save for that one time she’d hidden the little stool Santana needed to reach her churros… But that was in the past now. Letting out a defeated sigh, she sank back a little onto her feet, folded underneath her. “Fine, but this is probably going to take a while. Especially since the damn thing is broken,” she grumbled, still scanning the different pieces all over the floor. This wasn’t supposed to be as difficult as it had turned out to be. How hard could it be to build a crib? At least, that’s what she’d thought before opening up the package and seeing that it was in a million different pieces. “We don’t need to do it together, Britts,” Santana shook her head, looking back at her wife over her shoulder, “I told you, I’ve got it.”

Truthfully, they should be doing this together. Mostly because Brittany would probably be able to do it in under ten minutes, but Santana hated to admit defeat. “The baby isn’t hungry,” she shook her head again, going back to looking at the pieces surrounding her, “The baby wants his mom to fix his crib up for him, and she apparently can’t do it.” Pausing, Santana backtracked, “No, I mean, I can do it. Just not fast, that’s all.” Sinking back down onto her feet again, she shuffled her body to turn to Brittany, holding the piece in her hand out to her and looking away, half in shame, half in disappointment. “Just, I don’t know,” she mumbled quietly, shrugging a shoulder, again in defeat, “Help me find the piece that goes with this one.”

[pierceofbrittany-blog]

Say Uncle || BRITTANA

[sntnapez-blog]

TAGGING → Santana Lopez, Brittany Pierce.

LOCATION → LoPierce household.

TIME FRAME → Saturday afternoon.

NOTES → After finally finding out the gender of their baby, the girls are ready to take the next step and prepare the nursery. If only things were as simple as they seem.

BRITTANY LOPEZ-PIERCE

“Baby are you sure-sure?” Brittany tried once again to reason with her wife, but just as her genius mind predicted, Santana wasn’t having any of it. Locked in her own word filled with ego just as big as her pregnancy enlarged breasts put together. Brittany could only sit on the side of their nursery, repeatedly asking her with a soft caring voice about whether or not she was willing to let Brittany deal with the issue. Don’t get her wrong. Santana was a really smart woman and if it wasn’t for the swell of her stomach majorly decreasing her motor skills and her Latin pride getting in the way of actually reading the instructions, they wouldn’t be in the situation. She would have that crib put together with Brittany’s help and they could both ohh and ahh about how adorable it was and totally ready for their little boy’s arrival.

Instead though… she was stuck, watching the feisty, pregnant firecracker almost break the wood meant to protect what was the most precious for them. Maybe she should’ve just made some tea for them both, because the longer she watched the more painful that whole experience was becoming. Not physically painful of course, more of a kind that makes you uncomfortable and second hand embarrassed. It only felt worse, because it was the woman she loved that was becoming more and more desperate. With a sigh or resignation on her lips, Brittany just took the booklet Santana carelessly dropped on the floor an hour before. Maybe if she read the whole thing at least she would get to give the stubborn brunette some pointers and they would get to get this over with.

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“I’m sure, Britt! I’ve got this,” Santana insisted for what seemed like the hundredth time. She wasn’t sure, of course. Following instructions had never been Santana’s strong suit, so when she’d opened the box that held the pieces of their baby’s crib, she’d completely disregarded the instruction leaflet, pulled all of the various pieces of wood and metal screws and bolts out, and was now sitting in the middle of the nursery, surrounded by it all. Truthfully, Santana had no idea where to start. She figured, once she’d seen all of the different parts, she would’ve just known what to put where and which piece attached to which piece, but that had been completely the wrong assumption. It had been almost an hour now, and she’d still only built one tiny part of it. She was getting frustrated, mostly because she wanted to be able to do this, but she couldn’t. Santana hated that pregnancy was slowing her down, and she just wanted to be able to do just one thing herself, but it wasn’t working out for her, and she hated that.

Picking up the same piece she’d just thrown down in frustration, she scanned the other parts surrounding her. “We’re missing a piece,” she said after a long moment, shaking her head, “That has to be it. Something has to be missing, because none of these fit together. Nothing fits with this,” she held up the plank of wood in her hand, waving it to get Brittany’s attention. Santana’s back was to her wife, because she didn’t want her to see the annoyance in her expression. She needed to focus, because she was getting nowhere fast, so she mentally told herself to concentrate. Just give up, her inner voice told her, Give up and ask for help, you can’t do this. No, she could do anything. “Britt,” she mumbled, picking up another piece and holding it to the one she was already holding, “Why don’t you start on the drawer set.” She didn’t want her wife to keep watching her, she didn’t want her to see that she was very obviously struggling, “I’ve got this.”

[sntnapez-blog]

BOY OR GIRL → BRITTANA.

[sntnapez-blog]

TAGGING → Santana Lopez, Brittany Pierce.

LOCATION → Doctor’s Office.

TIME FRAME → Wednesday morning,

NOTES → Brittany and Santana find out the gender of their baby.

BRITTANY LOPEZ-PIERCE

A boy. They were going to have a little peanut prince growing up in Santana’s belly up until he was ready to meet them on the outside. Was she excited? No, that would be an understatement, Brittany was thrilled. Fidgeting in her spot, her foot already tapping, ready to burst into a happy dance anytime now. Their baby was totally going to become the next Mike Chang with his level of being a ninja and mad dance skills.

“This is so awesome, I bet that’s how having a stroke feels like and I love it.” She grinned, putting her palm on top of Santana’s forehead and leaning down to place a chaste kiss on her lips. People in movies always did something like this, they didn’t choreograph a full on dance, just because there was a baby penis involved and she knew the doctor lady could react weirdly to it. Unless it was like… a musical or something, maybe if she liked those they’d be in the clear if Brittany got up and prepared a welcome home son performance on spot.

Her wife however, was getting a teeny tiny bit emotional and Brittany couldn’t help, but grin in response. Santana was such a little sap, it wasn’t even funny anymore. “San, your eyes are sweating.” She whispered almost conspiratorially, if it wasn’t for the fact it was loud enough for everyone in the room to hear. “You look kinda cute when you do though, so good job. And you too buddy, you already made mami cry, before you’re even born. What a troublemaker.” Her words might have seemed strong, but the tone was utterly affectionate when she stroked the side of Santana’s stomach that wasn’t currently covered in a sticky blue goo.

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Santana could barely hear Brittany talking. It took a lot to make her zone out whenever the blonde was speaking, but she was in complete and utter awe of the little half formed human on the screen. Truthfully, she didn’t even know why she was starting to cry. It wasn’t like this was the first time she’d found out they were having their baby. The anxiety she’d had over whether it would be healthy or not, though, mixed with the sheer elation she felt about the news they’d just gotten, was overwhelming, and making her emotional. She was an actress, actresses were supposed to hold their emotions right on the surface, right? At least, that’s what she was telling herself. Until Brittany leaned down towards her, she didn’t shift her gaze from the screen, though she looked up at her wife then, returning the small kiss. “No, they’re not, it’s just stuffy in here,” she lied, though her voice was still soft and completely unconvincing.

Reaching up with one hand to wipe underneath her eyes, Santana brought her other hand over to rest on top of Brittany’s, her fingers intertwining perfectly with the other woman’s. “Can we get a copy of that?” she asked the doctor, motioning to the screen. Santana looked up at her wife with a look of adoration in her eyes. Something about finding out your baby’s gender apparently turned a person into a total sap. “You think Lord T’s gonna be jealous that he’s not the only guy in the apartment?” she asked, her hand squeezing gently onto Brittany’s. She needed to get her soft, sappy side out of the way, since now they knew the gender of their baby, Santana knew she was probably going to go into crazy planning mode. They had a lot to do before he’d be here gracing them with his presence.

[sntnapez-blog]

BOY OR GIRL → BRITTANA.

[sntnapez-blog]

TAGGING → Santana Lopez, Brittany Pierce.

LOCATION → Doctor’s Office.

TIME FRAME → Wednesday morning,

NOTES → Brittany and Santana find out the gender of their baby.

BRITTANY LOPEZ-PIERCE

With a small giggle escaping past her lips as Santana tried her good ol’ game of play pretend Brittany was forced to sink her teeth in her bottom lip, trying to prevent any more sounds from being released.  It was just way too adorable to see her wife like this, so ‘badass’ while withstanding the blueish goo spread across her tummy. “I wonder if they use pink one on guys…” She asked out loud, hinting at their previous conversation about baby colors. The gel was probably universal, or at least they used the same one on her when she sprained her ankle and after that weird thing happened to her knee from dancing, but who knew, maybe it was just because she was a girl and hospitals liked to be rebellious? She was simply trying to ease the tension of course. Santana was alright and she shouldn’t be stressing about their baby, because duh, it was super healthy. There was no other possibility when it had two awesome mothers like them.

“I wanna see if there’s a little baby penis in there. Then it would take after me last night.” She deadpanned, squinting her eyes at the screen trying to figure out which parts of the blob were the rest of their future son’s/daughter’s body. Everything seemed weird and blurry and kind of like a Disney movie gone wrong, but she trusted the lady by the monitor to point out the parts that mattered. Like for example if the baby had 13 fingers and one extra foot sticking out of its butt. She could definitely love an alien too.

“Congratulations Mrs and Mrs Lopez-Pierce. It’s a little boy.”

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Even when Santana was in a state of worry about something as serious as the health of their baby, Brittany never failed to distract her or make her smile. “Maybe,” she nodded in response, looking up at Brittany. They were in this whole thing together, and Santana was careful to make sure they had a constant connection throughout it all. Even via means of something as simple as eye contact, which had once upon a time been a creepy, intimate thing to Santana. Looking back at the screen again, Santana truthfully had no idea what she was actually looking at. She could see their baby, though. She could make out the shape of it’s head and body, and she could see it’s little nose and mouth, and she was honestly in complete awe, especially once the doctor had let them know everything was okay with it’s health. Honestly, she didn’t care whether it was a boy or a girl, the fact that it was healthy was enough.

Averting her eyes from the screen as the doctor began to talk, Santana looked at her expectantly, and her expression softened when the news of their baby’s gender was revealed. Her mouth hung open slightly, and her vision quickly flickered back over to the screen. “We’re gonna have a boy?” she asked, her usually strong and sometimes even threatening voice now soft and raspy. Squeezing a little tighter onto Brittany’s hand, Santana stared at the screen, her vision growing slightly blurry. She wasn’t gonna cry here, or at least she was telling herself she wasn’t going to. The doctor started pointing out body parts, and motioned to the area that Brittany had obviously been wanting to see. “This part right here is how you know your baby is a little boy,” the doctor pointed out, and Santana let out a soft laugh, turning to look up at her wife, “Do you see it?”

[sntnapez-blog]

BOY OR GIRL → BRITTANA.

[sntnapez-blog]

TAGGING → Santana Lopez, Brittany Pierce.

LOCATION → Doctor’s Office.

TIME FRAME → Wednesday morning,

NOTES → Brittany and Santana find out the gender of their baby.

BRITTANY LOPEZ-PIERCE

“How cool would that be if she or he could though? I mean maybe our baby is a little genius too and already knows what its name should be. You have to take all things into consideration when it comes to the laws of probability.” Brittany stated matter of factly, just before she placed the hand that wasn’t resting on Santana’s back, on top of the swell of her stomach. Having her family in the palm of her hand always felt incredible, even if she was just bracing herself for Santana’s rejection of her idea. She didn’t really mean it for real, it was more of a game she sometimes played, watching how whipped Santana could get, being this nice to her not to hurt her feelings about something so silly.

Said game didn’t last long though, before she knew it they were on their way into the office and Santana was trying to get her whole one and a half sized self onto the bed. Brittany couldn’t wait for the time when she’d require more of her assistance. It just made her feel important and like she was also a part of this. Not as Santana’s partner, but as a person who was helping her carry this child and the difficulties that came with the pregnancy. There was even a chair meant for her by the Latina’s legs, but instead of taking it, she walked around the bed and stayed by her wife’s side. Simply preferring to be able to bend down and kissed her whenever she felt like it was necessary. Especially now that she could see a shape of a baby forming on the monitor’s screen. “San, I can totally see yours lips on there, they look so luscious!”

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A smile grew on Santana’s lips as she laid against her wife, and she nodded her head, “I’m pretty sure he or she is a total genius. They take after their mom. Whenever he or she is out and is ready to start speaking, there’s gonna be a ton of genius things coming out of it’s little mouth. I feel like you’re gonna have all of these math conversations and I’ll just be sitting there eating churros,” she joked. When Brittany’s hand came to rest on her bump, Santana’s own hand shifted from it’s spot and over the top of her wife’s hand, her fingers lacing through those they found there. It was kind of sickening how perfect their little family was, without the baby even being here yet, and moments like these made Santana’s worries about motherhood completely dissipate. Of course, that feeling didn’t last long once the doctor had shown up, since she knew they could potentially be getting bad news here.

Just as she’d predicted, when Santana had laid on the bed, Brittany had stood beside her, and Santana kept tightly hold of her hand as the doctor began to lift her shirt up to reveal her bare bump. As she squeezed out cold gel onto her skin, Santana flinched slightly, then cleared her throat as if to distract from the fact that she’d even reacted to it. She was too tough for that, obviously. The doctor then proceeded to talk about the test results from Santana’s previous blood work, which would reveal if anything was wrong or not, and Santana held her breath as she waited for answers. The sense of relief that washed over her when the doctor declared that everything was looking great with their baby and there was nothing bad to note, and now they could just focus on seeing their baby up on the screen. As the little device was pressed to various parts of her stomach, Santana looked up at the screen, and couldn’t help but laugh a little at Brittany pointing out the baby’s lips. “I don’t know, I think it looks more like you,” she smirked a little, looking up at her wife. The doctor caught her attention then, asking if they wanted to know the gender, and Santana didn’t even have to think about it before quickly whipping her head around to look at the doctor and giving her a fast, definite “Yes.” She had no control over this baby’s development, she needed to at least know the gender.

[sntnapez-blog]

BOY OR GIRL → BRITTANA.

[sntnapez-blog]

TAGGING → Santana Lopez, Brittany Pierce.

LOCATION → Doctor’s Office.

TIME FRAME → Wednesday morning,

NOTES → Brittany and Santana find out the gender of their baby.

BRITTANY LOPEZ-PIERCE

Brittany was grinning all the way towards the clinic, mostly because it was a rare occurrence that Santana just let her be as caring as she could’ve been and as of lately. The more pregnant she became the more things she allowed Brittany to do. The blonde knew that it had more to do with the fact that Santana was just facing way too many difficulties in every day’s life than she used to. Carrying that nice and plump belly everywhere she went, rather than the woman actually changing her attitude towards letting Brittany take the lead, but she would accept the chance nevertheless, no matter for what reason. She was doing this for both of their babies, metaphorical one and the one resting in Santana’s belly. With a reassuring squeeze of Santana’s palm she allowed the shorter girl take the lead and guide them towards the clinic and inform the reception lady about their appointment. Now it was just a matter of a waiting game, fighting against their nerves about the baby’s health and gender. Honestly she would’ve loved it either way, but there was something exciting about seeing a tiny baby penis on that screen. In a totally appropriate mommy to be way, of course.

“Well, I think that once we know the gender we can start thinking properly and talk to your tummy and see how the baby responds to it. I don’t wanna throw in ideas that might offend our baby.” She whispered conspiratorially, before placing a small kiss on the side of Santana’s head. Another perk of her wife being this needy was the fact that she could just put her arm over Santana’s shoulder and hold her like this without getting a moody response about how she was still a badass and whatnot. In Brittany’s mind she has been a fluffy marshmallow from the start anyway. “I take it Lord Tubbington the third is not a valuable option?”

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With work slowing down now that her bump was growing, Santana had had plenty of free time to be thinking about things like baby names, but she hadn’t allowed herself to. Things were never definite with a pregnancy, and absolutely not until the twenty week appointment. She’d been trying not to get too far ahead of herself before this appointment, so she just looked up at Brittany when she spoke, nodding in agreement. “Right. Well, we’ll be careful and selective with names, but we have to throw out some suggestions eventually. The baby can’t name itself,” she stated, her hand resting on her stomach again without her even realizing it. It had become it’s almost permanent resting spot lately. Sucking in her lower lip, Santana pretended to think for a moment, not wanting to crap all over Brittany’s suggestion, but there was no way they were naming their baby after that devil cat. “I don’t know, it might confuse Lord T and the baby if they both have pretty much the same name. The baby needs something more original,” she said strategically.

They were one of the only couples in the waiting room, and it wasn’t long before the doctor was appearing at the door with a welcoming smile and calling their name. Standing as carefully as possible, since something as simple as standing wasn’t exactly an easy task these days, Santana latched her hand onto Brittany’s again, walking with her into the doctor’s office. The doctor glanced over her notes, explained how the appointment was going to go, then pointed Santana towards the bed. For once, she wasn’t going to have to undress and put on one of those ugly gowns, all she’d have to do would be lift her shirt once laying to reveal her stomach. There was a chair beside the bed for Brittany, although Santana wasn’t sure whether she’d use it or not. She couldn’t imagine her wife wanting to be far enough away from her to sit. With Brittany, she made her way over to the bed and climbed up on it, positioning herself, and waiting for the doctor to get things moving.

[sntnapez-blog]

BOY OR GIRL → BRITTANA.

[sntnapez-blog]

TAGGING → Santana Lopez, Brittany Pierce.

LOCATION → Doctor’s Office.

TIME FRAME → Wednesday morning,

NOTES → Brittany and Santana find out the gender of their baby.

BRITTANY LOPEZ-PIERCE

Brittany has been driving them for the last 20 minutes or so. Their second ultrasound, this time a proper one with Santana’s tummy being examined and her lady parts covered. That alone was enough to make the blonde a happy camper, because she had enough of people looking all up her wife’s lady parts as of lately. And on top of that she got to show off her badass driver skills more and more often, because the Latina beside her was slowly having issues with fitting the car seat properly, her bump making a nice mini table set right in front of her. ”Of course I’m excited. We’re going to know whether it’s a boy or girl unicorn cooking up in there. But I think I’d rather have a yellow baby shower. Pink makes me think of the insides and I don’t want our child to feel blue too often.” She added thoughtfully, trying to tell her wife in a very Brittany way that she wouldn’t mind whichever colors their child wore, regardless the gender. She was never the one to give into those and Santana growing up as a bit of a tomboy should understand that.

“You know though… outside of being an amazing mom and whatnot. I think it’s okay to be a little bit worried too, because we’re totally becoming responsible parents right now.” She commented, still feeling the warmth of Santana’s lips lingering on the skin of her cheek. It was hard not to smile when you were married to someone as loving and affectionate as Santana. Even if only she got to see this side of her. “Wait up though!” With her eyes widening almost comically, Brittany jumped off her seat, running around the car frantically to open the door for her very pregnant and very much less mobile wife. “M’lady…” She grinned, yanking the door open and offering Santana her hand, adding a fancy swirl of her palm at the end. Call her dorky or whatever, but she loved doing those little things for the woman she loved, even if it could drive Santana mad sometimes, because she wasn’t that much different about those either.

SANTANA LOPEZ-PIERCE

Leave it to Brittany to basically school her on the whole gender neutral thing, and rightly so. The blonde’s statement made Santana smile, and she nodded in agreement. “As a very proud lesbian, I couldn’t agree with you more,” she stated. It was weird to think of her old self, all backed away inside the flannel closet, but no one could be more proud of their relationship nowadays as Santana was. Except maybe Brittany. “A yellow baby shower it is,” she nodded, her smile becoming a little more sympathetic, “Yeah, I know. But we’re gonna be awesome parents, and we’ll be totally responsible. It’s gonna be okay.” She wasn’t sure whether she was trying to convince her wife or herself at this point, but she chose not to question it. About to climb out of the car, Santana stopped when Brittany told her to wait, and decided there was no point in fighting her wife’s chivalry. She just rolled her eyes playfully and sat back, waiting for Brittany to let her out, and taking her hand once it was extended.

Once out of the car, Santana laced her fingers with Brittany’s, beginning to walk with her towards the familiar building. Being pregnant during the hot summer months wasn’t exactly ideal, so Santana was thankful for the cool AC that hit them the minute they entered the building. Still, she needed to sit, so after quickly checking in with the receptionist, she walked with Brittany over to the nearest two seats beside each other, sitting down on the furthest, leaving the closest for Brittany. Santana could be chivalrous, too. “You know, we actually have to start thinking about names after this,” she said, leaning her head against Brittany’s shoulder, her thumb gently drawing lazy circles against the back of the blonde’s warm skin. “I know whatever we pick is gonna be epic, but it’s a big decision, it’s gonna take a lot of thought. And it has to be way better than Kurt and Blaine’s kid with that awful theater name,” she rolled her eyes, glancing up at her wife, “Any ideas, genius?”