fic:...Now baby i'm sure 5/5
Title: ...now baby i'm sure
Pairing: Santana/Brittany side quinn/rachel
Rating: pg-13
Summary: The summer before senior year a series of events were set in motion that would change the course of Santana Lopez's life forever, the first being Brittany deciding that she's quitting the cheerios.
Spoilers: Quinn got pregnant,brittany and santana totally do it, i think that's it
FOUR MONTHS LATER
Santana and Quinn were lounging in Santana’s back yard; Quinn laying flat on her back, and Santana propping herself up on her elbows, basking in the warm sunlight over head.
“How good is life right now?” Quinn asked lazily.
“Pretty damn good Fabray.” Santana answered. “Be better when my girlfriend gets back here though.” The Latina finished.
Quinn scoffed, pretending to be offended, “Am I not enough for you anymore? Some friend.”
“Not unless you wanna make out.” Santana dead panned checking Quinn out in a way that was obvious that she was kidding.
“So much for being straight huh?” The blonde cheerio retorted, Santana responded with a sweet smile and a middle finger.
“So what’s up with colleges? Have you guys decided where you’re going, I mean they start handing out caps and gowns in a week, you might wanna get a move on.” Brittany got all eight of her letters already, I’m just waiting for one more, then we can open them all and decide.” Santana explained to her blonde friend.
“Hey, if you guys end up in New York Rachel would be super happy, probably even suggest we be roommates.”
Santana scoffs, “Q, I love you, and so help me god if you ever repeat this you are a dead woman; I love Rachel too. But I’ll be damned if me and Brittany share an apartment with the both of you.”
Quinn thought for a moment, “Yeah you’re right, I’ll probably end up having to kick your ass or something.” Quinn propped herself up on her elbows now. Santana’s eyes went wide, “Excuse me?! I’m sorry? Did football players recoil when you walked down the halls of McKinley? No? So what makes you think you could ever kick my ass Fabray?”
“Just because I don’t walk around like the big bad wolf Santana doesn’t mean I couldn’t take you, you remember 7th grade.” Quinn chided.
“ What? When you slapped me, and not even hard I might add, and I tackled you into a wall?” Santana reminds her friend.
“Well I walked away from the fight, that’s more than most people can say.”
Santana laughed slightly, “You really think you could take me, Fabray?”
“Yea….” Before Quinn could get the word completely out Santana quickly made a B line for Quinn, and straddled the girl, tickling her mercilessly. The blonde tried to fight her way out of the latina’s grip, but the stronger cheerio would just grab whichever hand was trying to counter attack and continue her tickle rampage.
“You…..are…..so…..dead……” Quinn said in between forced laughter.
“Am I now?”
The two girls were so busy with their tickle fight that they didn’t notice when both Rachel and Brittany came around into the back yard. They stood a few feet away, watching quietly, amused. “ Your girlfriend is on top of my girlfriend.” Rachel declared so only Brittany can hear, her voice laced with amusement as she watched Quinn struggle under the girl.
“Actually, your girlfriend is on top of my girlfriend now.“ Brittany pointed out as Quinn finally managed to get the upper hand on Santana, exacting her tickle revenge. Both girls watched for a little while longer before Rachel finally made their presence known. “We can come back if you two want alone time.” The Broadway bound diva said, both Quinn and Santana froze momentarily, and then quickly recovered, Santana, not one to lose, playfully shoved Quinn’s face in the grass before both girls got up and dusted themselves off.
“We were just um…how was dance class baby?” Santana said, trying to change the subject of what she and Quinn were just doing.
“It was fun,” Brittany beamed, and bounced over to Santana, kissing her for a moment before pulling away, “Hi Quinn.”
“Hey,B” Quinn said back after wrapping Rachel up into her arms, properly greeting her own girlfriend. Rachel whispered something in Quinn’s ear, and the blonde smirked, then her smirk turned into a full on smile.
“Guys Rachel’s gonna take me home now we gottta…” Quinn tried to think of a way to finish her sentence.
“Have sex?” Brittany offered.
“Yeah, exactly.” Quinn said while pulling Rachel towards the front yard where her car sat in the driveway, the brunette offered both of them a quick wave before the two girls disappeared completely.
With their attention fully back on each other Brittany spoke, “Rachel and I ran into the mail man coming in so I got your mail for you and guess what came!” Brittany said excitedly, pulling Santana’s mail out of her bag, on the top was an envelope with the Northwestern University logo in the top right corner.
“It’s your 8th letter right?” Brittany asked, holding back her anticipation until she got confirmation.
“Yeah, B, it is.” Santana said, cracking a huge grin.
“Then let’s go.” Brittany says while talking off for the inside, up to Santana’s bedroom before the Latina could even react.
When Santana reached her room Brittany was already sitting Indian style on the floor, eight letters of various sizes placed neatly in two rows of four in front of her.
“B, how’d your letters get here?” Santana asked.
“I take them with me wherever I go. Always be prepared right baby? Now come on, bring the rest of yours out.” The blonde gently commanded.
The girls applied to eight different colleges, Brittany applied to mostly performing arts schools, and schools with good performing arts programs, Santana chose schools with strong law programs. They had made sure that the schools they selected were in the same place, so wherever they decided to go, they would be together, just like they had planned. The city didn’t matter to them; they had applied to schools all over the country, (with the exception of Ohio) as long as they were together pursuing their dreams.
Santana settled across from Brittany, organizing all of her envelopes in the same fashion as the former cheerio did.
“There.” She declared looking at her anxious girlfriend. Brittany leaned over and captured her girlfriend in a kiss, after pulling away she clapped excitedly.
“I’m so excited, S. Is there any one of these colleges specifically you wanna go to, like a first choice?”
Santana shook her head, nope they’re all really good B, so it doesn’t really matter as long as I’m with you.” The girls shared a warm smile, “What about you?”
“ What you said.” Brittany declared, and picked up her first envelope.
“Ready?” She questioned Santana, her hands shaking in anticipation. “This moment changes your life Santana Lopez.” Brittany finishes seriously.
“My life’s been changing for a while now, this changes our lives Britt.” The Latina corrects, and Brittany’s smiles big. Santana takes a deep breath, “Ready.” The Latina confirmed, and both girls start ripping open letters.
When it was all said and done Santana had been rejected from 2 schools, and Brittany 3, and after a very Rachel Berry-esque list of pros and cons the girls had decided on New York City with Brittany choosing to attend the American musical and dramatic academy, and Santana choosing Columbia University.
As soon as the decision was made Brittany jumped on Santana, straddling her, and causing the Latina to fall on her back and started kissing her repeatedly.
“We’re really gonna do it,S.”
“Yeah we are, I’d rather do it on the bed though, less likely to get a paper cut on my ass.” Santana joked.
“I’m talking about getting out of Lima silly.” Brittany said slapping Santana on the chest slightly. “But we’re gonna do that too.” The blonde dipped her head back down and slowly kissed her girlfriend, capturing the Latina’s bottom lip between her teeth, nibbling slightly. When she pulled away seconds later Santana groaned.
“Right after we call my parents, your dad, and then Rachel and Quinn.” Brittany finished, starting to get off of Santana to find her cell phone. Her arm was held back by the cheerio, “ We can tell them later, in a hour or so, after we…” In one swift motion Santana sat back up in her previous position with Brittany still straddling her lap and kissed Brittany, wasting no time pulling the Blonde’s shirt over her head. Brittany didn’t try to fight Santana, instead enjoying her girlfriend’s kiss and moving lower to her neck to enjoy the taste of her girlfriend’s skin.
An hour and a half later the two lay naked on the floor together cuddled up with Santana’s blanket over them. Santana places a firm kiss on Brittany’s temple.
“I love you so much you know.”
Brittany nuzzled up closer to Santana, her voice content, “that’s what I’ve been trying to tell you forever.”
Brittany’s words held no bitterness or resentment, but Santana still felt a pang of guilt.
“ I’m really sorry again that it took so long for me to figure everything out about you…”
Brittany cut Santana off with a kiss, and then settled back down into her previous position of cuddling. “Don’t be sorry anymore, just be mine…always. Everything that happened went down for a reason, even if we don’t understand it. The blonde yawned.
“Yeah….” Santana mused, “But I’m really glad you quit Cheerios this summer.” Were the last words Santana Lopez uttered before tightening the grip she had on her girlfriend and drifting off to sleep.
THE END
Pairing: Santana/Brittany side quinn/rachel
Rating: pg-13
Summary: The summer before senior year a series of events were set in motion that would change the course of Santana Lopez's life forever, the first being Brittany deciding that she's quitting the cheerios.
Spoilers: Quinn got pregnant,brittany and santana totally do it, i think that's it
FOUR MONTHS LATER
Santana and Quinn were lounging in Santana’s back yard; Quinn laying flat on her back, and Santana propping herself up on her elbows, basking in the warm sunlight over head.
“How good is life right now?” Quinn asked lazily.
“Pretty damn good Fabray.” Santana answered. “Be better when my girlfriend gets back here though.” The Latina finished.
Quinn scoffed, pretending to be offended, “Am I not enough for you anymore? Some friend.”
“Not unless you wanna make out.” Santana dead panned checking Quinn out in a way that was obvious that she was kidding.
“So much for being straight huh?” The blonde cheerio retorted, Santana responded with a sweet smile and a middle finger.
“So what’s up with colleges? Have you guys decided where you’re going, I mean they start handing out caps and gowns in a week, you might wanna get a move on.” Brittany got all eight of her letters already, I’m just waiting for one more, then we can open them all and decide.” Santana explained to her blonde friend.
“Hey, if you guys end up in New York Rachel would be super happy, probably even suggest we be roommates.”
Santana scoffs, “Q, I love you, and so help me god if you ever repeat this you are a dead woman; I love Rachel too. But I’ll be damned if me and Brittany share an apartment with the both of you.”
Quinn thought for a moment, “Yeah you’re right, I’ll probably end up having to kick your ass or something.” Quinn propped herself up on her elbows now. Santana’s eyes went wide, “Excuse me?! I’m sorry? Did football players recoil when you walked down the halls of McKinley? No? So what makes you think you could ever kick my ass Fabray?”
“Just because I don’t walk around like the big bad wolf Santana doesn’t mean I couldn’t take you, you remember 7th grade.” Quinn chided.
“ What? When you slapped me, and not even hard I might add, and I tackled you into a wall?” Santana reminds her friend.
“Well I walked away from the fight, that’s more than most people can say.”
Santana laughed slightly, “You really think you could take me, Fabray?”
“Yea….” Before Quinn could get the word completely out Santana quickly made a B line for Quinn, and straddled the girl, tickling her mercilessly. The blonde tried to fight her way out of the latina’s grip, but the stronger cheerio would just grab whichever hand was trying to counter attack and continue her tickle rampage.
“You…..are…..so…..dead……” Quinn said in between forced laughter.
“Am I now?”
The two girls were so busy with their tickle fight that they didn’t notice when both Rachel and Brittany came around into the back yard. They stood a few feet away, watching quietly, amused. “ Your girlfriend is on top of my girlfriend.” Rachel declared so only Brittany can hear, her voice laced with amusement as she watched Quinn struggle under the girl.
“Actually, your girlfriend is on top of my girlfriend now.“ Brittany pointed out as Quinn finally managed to get the upper hand on Santana, exacting her tickle revenge. Both girls watched for a little while longer before Rachel finally made their presence known. “We can come back if you two want alone time.” The Broadway bound diva said, both Quinn and Santana froze momentarily, and then quickly recovered, Santana, not one to lose, playfully shoved Quinn’s face in the grass before both girls got up and dusted themselves off.
“We were just um…how was dance class baby?” Santana said, trying to change the subject of what she and Quinn were just doing.
“It was fun,” Brittany beamed, and bounced over to Santana, kissing her for a moment before pulling away, “Hi Quinn.”
“Hey,B” Quinn said back after wrapping Rachel up into her arms, properly greeting her own girlfriend. Rachel whispered something in Quinn’s ear, and the blonde smirked, then her smirk turned into a full on smile.
“Guys Rachel’s gonna take me home now we gottta…” Quinn tried to think of a way to finish her sentence.
“Have sex?” Brittany offered.
“Yeah, exactly.” Quinn said while pulling Rachel towards the front yard where her car sat in the driveway, the brunette offered both of them a quick wave before the two girls disappeared completely.
With their attention fully back on each other Brittany spoke, “Rachel and I ran into the mail man coming in so I got your mail for you and guess what came!” Brittany said excitedly, pulling Santana’s mail out of her bag, on the top was an envelope with the Northwestern University logo in the top right corner.
“It’s your 8th letter right?” Brittany asked, holding back her anticipation until she got confirmation.
“Yeah, B, it is.” Santana said, cracking a huge grin.
“Then let’s go.” Brittany says while talking off for the inside, up to Santana’s bedroom before the Latina could even react.
When Santana reached her room Brittany was already sitting Indian style on the floor, eight letters of various sizes placed neatly in two rows of four in front of her.
“B, how’d your letters get here?” Santana asked.
“I take them with me wherever I go. Always be prepared right baby? Now come on, bring the rest of yours out.” The blonde gently commanded.
The girls applied to eight different colleges, Brittany applied to mostly performing arts schools, and schools with good performing arts programs, Santana chose schools with strong law programs. They had made sure that the schools they selected were in the same place, so wherever they decided to go, they would be together, just like they had planned. The city didn’t matter to them; they had applied to schools all over the country, (with the exception of Ohio) as long as they were together pursuing their dreams.
Santana settled across from Brittany, organizing all of her envelopes in the same fashion as the former cheerio did.
“There.” She declared looking at her anxious girlfriend. Brittany leaned over and captured her girlfriend in a kiss, after pulling away she clapped excitedly.
“I’m so excited, S. Is there any one of these colleges specifically you wanna go to, like a first choice?”
Santana shook her head, nope they’re all really good B, so it doesn’t really matter as long as I’m with you.” The girls shared a warm smile, “What about you?”
“ What you said.” Brittany declared, and picked up her first envelope.
“Ready?” She questioned Santana, her hands shaking in anticipation. “This moment changes your life Santana Lopez.” Brittany finishes seriously.
“My life’s been changing for a while now, this changes our lives Britt.” The Latina corrects, and Brittany’s smiles big. Santana takes a deep breath, “Ready.” The Latina confirmed, and both girls start ripping open letters.
When it was all said and done Santana had been rejected from 2 schools, and Brittany 3, and after a very Rachel Berry-esque list of pros and cons the girls had decided on New York City with Brittany choosing to attend the American musical and dramatic academy, and Santana choosing Columbia University.
As soon as the decision was made Brittany jumped on Santana, straddling her, and causing the Latina to fall on her back and started kissing her repeatedly.
“We’re really gonna do it,S.”
“Yeah we are, I’d rather do it on the bed though, less likely to get a paper cut on my ass.” Santana joked.
“I’m talking about getting out of Lima silly.” Brittany said slapping Santana on the chest slightly. “But we’re gonna do that too.” The blonde dipped her head back down and slowly kissed her girlfriend, capturing the Latina’s bottom lip between her teeth, nibbling slightly. When she pulled away seconds later Santana groaned.
“Right after we call my parents, your dad, and then Rachel and Quinn.” Brittany finished, starting to get off of Santana to find her cell phone. Her arm was held back by the cheerio, “ We can tell them later, in a hour or so, after we…” In one swift motion Santana sat back up in her previous position with Brittany still straddling her lap and kissed Brittany, wasting no time pulling the Blonde’s shirt over her head. Brittany didn’t try to fight Santana, instead enjoying her girlfriend’s kiss and moving lower to her neck to enjoy the taste of her girlfriend’s skin.
An hour and a half later the two lay naked on the floor together cuddled up with Santana’s blanket over them. Santana places a firm kiss on Brittany’s temple.
“I love you so much you know.”
Brittany nuzzled up closer to Santana, her voice content, “that’s what I’ve been trying to tell you forever.”
Brittany’s words held no bitterness or resentment, but Santana still felt a pang of guilt.
“ I’m really sorry again that it took so long for me to figure everything out about you…”
Brittany cut Santana off with a kiss, and then settled back down into her previous position of cuddling. “Don’t be sorry anymore, just be mine…always. Everything that happened went down for a reason, even if we don’t understand it. The blonde yawned.
“Yeah….” Santana mused, “But I’m really glad you quit Cheerios this summer.” Were the last words Santana Lopez uttered before tightening the grip she had on her girlfriend and drifting off to sleep.
THE END