Baby Love
Title: Baby Love
Pairing(s): Brittany/Santana, mentions Rachel/Quinn
Rating: PG
Length: ~2,000
Summary: Santana and Brittany babysit for Rachel and Quinn.
Author's Note: *Puppy-verse #5* It's been a while, I know! It's especially been a while for the Brittana side of it!
Preceded by:
Puppy | My Girl(s) | Perfection | Decisions
Directory | Timeline | Original Character Bios
--October 2020--
The first time Brittany and Santana babysat for all three of Quinn and Rachel’s daughters Santana had deemed it a disaster only a few hours in. The twins were teething and drooling and crying all the time and Allie seemed to know more what to do than Santana did. It didn’t help that Brittany had insisted on bringing Duck with them to Rachel and Quinn’s so she could play with Dorothy and both dogs would howl along with Isabelle and Olivia when they started crying.
“Would someone please shut those damn dogs up?!” Santana yelled over all the commotion. That only made Isabelle startle and cry harder. Santana groaned and swayed with the infant in her arms and tried to calm her down. She was waiting for the police to show up to warn them for disturbing the peace because of the crying and the howling. Allie grabbed onto Dorothy’s collar and dragged the dog upstairs and shut her into one of the rooms. Duck immediately quieted down and curled up in front of the fireplace.
Isabelle and Olivia were still crying and when Brittany returned from the kitchen with two frozen toaster waffles Santana almost completely gave up.
“B, what are you doing?”
Brittany smiled. “Mom gave these to my brother when he was a baby.” The blonde bounced to Olivia who was in her bouncy seat on the floor and she stuck one of the waffles in the screaming infant’s mouth and in about fifteen seconds the baby was quiet and sucking away. Santana grabbed the other one and stuck it in Isabelle’s mouth and she was silent. Allie came running down the stairs holding a few plastic rings.
“Found the teething rings in the nursery,” she said.
“Stick ‘em in the freezer,” Santana said. “The waffles will do for now.”
Allie did as she was told and skipped back to the living room and sat down in the floor to play with Duck.
“When does Rachel usually get home?” Santana asked, looking at the clock again.
Allie shrugged. “After I go to bed.”
“When do you go to bed?”
A mischievous smile slipped across the young blonde’s face. “Midnight.”
“Liar.”
“Oh come on, Aunt S! I’ve helped out a lot tonight!”
“I don’t really care when you go to bed, A. I just want to know when Rachel’s show is done. If you want to go to bed at midnight then do it. It’s a Friday night and I know Puck lets you do whatever you want when you’re with him during summer and I’m not about to be outdone by that ogre.”
Allie smiled. Santana’s phone started ringing and she pulled it out of her pocket and tapped the screen.
“Q, please tell me the show is done with and you two are on your way.”
“Nope, sorry. It’s just intermission I wanted to check and see how things are going,” Quinn said.
“Well first of all, I’m going to kill you for not telling me the squirts were teething.”
“Hey S, Isabelle and Olivia are teething.”
“Smartass.”
“Aunt S!” Allie shrieked
Santana groaned. “Sorry, A!”
“Don’t teach my daughters to swear, Santana!” the Latina heard Rachel call out.
“You think you could hurry up the second act, Berry? By the way, you’re out of toaster waffles because we couldn’t find teething rings.”
“They’re in the freezer,” Quinn said. “In the door.”
“I’ll look again later. At least with the waffles the drool collects in the holes and I don’t have to worry about it.”
“So things are going okay?”
“Oh yeah, it’s all sunshine and rainbows over here,” Santana’s voice dripped with sarcasm. “I’m pretty sure the neighbors are going to call the cops if the dogs start howling again.”
“Just shut Dorothy up in Allie’s room.”
“Could’ve used that tip an hour ago,” Santana mumbled.
“Allie needs to be showered and in bed by ten,” Quinn said. “And no sugar, it’s late.”
“Bubble bath in your jacuzzi, in bed somewhere around midnight, banana sundaes with triple hot fudge around ten. Got it.”
“Santana!”
“Hey, the kid’s care is on my watch right now. You’re out on your little date going to dinner and watching Rachel’s show which means I get to do what I want. I’m not her mother. If you want her in bed by ten and your bathroom dry then come home and do it yourself.”
“Just at least make sure she brushes her teeth, okay? You’re paying for the fillings if you don’t.”
“I’ll give you that one.”
“What did you cook for dinner?”
“We ordered pizza. Grease counts as a vegetable, right?”
Quinn sighed. “Did she at least have milk?”
“If by ‘milk’ you mean ‘Mountain Dew’ then yeah, she had milk.”
“If this was a school night I would stab you through the phone with Rachel’s nail file.”
“Someone’s PMS-ing tonight. Sheesh.”
Quinn groaned then gasped. “Rachel! At least wait…oh God…Okay S, I gotta go, I only have five minutes left to wish Rach good luck for the - oh my…”
“You’re disgusting. See you later.”
“Later, S!”
Santana hung up the phone and tucked it back in her pocket.
“Can I really use the jacuzzi?!” Allie squealed with a huge smile.
“Sure. B, can you help her? A, please try to keep the bathroom dry. Quinn will honestly kill me if the bathroom floods.”
“I promise!” Allie hopped up and jumped up the stairs two at a time with Brittany following close behind.
Santana put Isabelle in her bouncy seat and sat in the floor with the wiggling infants. Despite the absorbency of the waffles Olivia was gurgling and drool was pouring out of her mouth onto her bib. Santana was surprised that she didn’t gag.
“You know squirts,” she said to the girls, “you’re kind of adorable when you’re not screaming. I’ve thought that that a few times already but I’ve never actually been able to say it because if anyone heard me I’d be crucified.”
Isabelle gurgled and squealed. Santana looked towards the staircase cautiously.
“I make fun of your moms a lot because I tell them they’re crazy for wanting a big family,” Santana said. She glanced up at the staircase again. “But really, you guys are lucky. I know B is really going to want kids someday, probably pretty soon, and Rachel and Quinn are like my first choice for mom advice because I’m seriously not going to have a clue what to do.”
Olivia cooed and Santana smiled and swept her fingers over her already full head of dark hair. Isabelle squealed, reminding Santana that she was there, too. Isabelle didn’t have as much hair as her twin but it was still very dark and very much there and Santana swept her fingers through it as well and the infant sighed contentedly. Santana gazed into the identical girls’ dark brown eyes, so very Rachel’s, and couldn’t help but sigh.
“See, if I knew it would be like this all the time I would be all on board the baby train but I don’t know how to make kids stop crying. I’m pretty good at making them start crying, though.”
Olivia giggled and Santana sighed again.
“Yeah and then you go and do something cute like that and it pushes me for it even more.”
Santana heard Brittany shut the door of Rachel and Quinn’s bathroom and her footsteps echoed down the stairs.
“Don’t tell anyone about this, okay? I’m kind of known for being a bitch and if they know I was being all mushy then I’d never hear the end of it.”
“Who you talkin’ to?” Brittany asked, dropping to the floor.
“Oh…just telling the little drool factories that they had better stay like this and not scream anymore.”
“They’re so cute!”
Santana shrugged. “Sure.”
Before Brittany could ask the question that Santana knew was coming the Latina jumped up off the floor and went to the freezer. She dug around in the rack that was in the door and found the teething rings Quinn had mentioned and brought them back to the living room. She took the waffles from the twins and threw them away. On her way back to the living room she watched Brittany pick Olivia up out of the bouncy seat and cradle her carefully.
“I think Santana would be a good mom,” Brittany told the infant. “She won’t admit it though because she thinks everyone thinks she’s a bitch but everybody knows that I totally have her wrapped and so would our kids. And I know she likes you guys…if you’re not crying…but that’s just because she doesn’t like it when people are sad.”
Santana sighed and padded back to the living room. Brittany smiled. Santana kissed her on the top of the head before settling down next to her and picking Isabelle up out of her bouncy seat.
“S?”
“Yeah babe?”
“I…” Brittany was cut off by Allie hopping down the stairs in her bathrobe and squeezing between the two.
“Can I really have ice cream?” the young blonde asked with a smile.
“Sure you can, A,” Santana said. “But you do have to brush your teeth afterward. I don’t want to have to pay for your cavities and Rachel will kill me if your teeth are anything but perfect in the future.”
Brittany tugged on Santana’s t-shirt. “Can I have some, too?”
Santana smiled and kissed the tip of Brittany’s nose. “Of course, babe.”
The girls all headed to the kitchen. Santana and Brittany put the twins in their bouncy seats on the kitchen table and Brittany kept an eye on them while Santana helped Allie build banana splits for the three of them. They put the twins down in their cribs in the nursery once the banana splits were finished. Brittany hopped out of the room first and Santana leaned down and pressed a kiss to each of the twin’s heads.
When Rachel and Quinn got home they found Allie in the middle of the couch with her head on Brittany’s lap and her feet on Santana’s. Quinn roused her long enough for her to go upstairs and crawl into bed with Dorothy. The four had a cup of tea before Brittany and Santana headed home to their apartment with Duck. When they got home Santana was too tired to do anything but strip down to her bra and underwear and crawl into bed. She was glad that Brittany only had the energy to do the same and the Latina held her girl and ran her fingers through Brittany’s thick blonde hair and Brittany pressed sporadic kisses to Santana’s chest and trailed her fingers up and down the tan girl’s stomach.
“Hey B?”
“Hm?”
“You really liked babysitting tonight, didn’t you?”
“Yeah.”
“You’re really good with them, especially the twins. I remember when Allie was little you were really good with her, too.”
“Yeah.”
Santana sighed. She could feel her heart pounding in her chest and she knew Brittany could, too because Brittany’s fingers were imitating her heartbeat on her stomach, a subconscious habit that had began back in high school. At first it was on purpose because Brittany loved listening to Santana’s heart race while they were both on cloud nine after an intense and passionate night but now the blonde did it without even realizing what she was doing.
“I love you so much B, you know that, right?”
“I love you too, S.”
“You know…B…” Santana swallowed hard. “You know if you wanted to uh…You’d make a really good mom and I was thinking…maybe someday if you wanted to we could go see that doctor that Rachel and Quinn went to.”
Brittany stopped drumming her fingers and picked her head up off Santana’s chest. “The one that makes babies?”
Santana nodded. “But only if you want to. And I know dance is important to you but I don’t think I could deal with being pregnant and…”
“I’ll do it,” Brittany said with a smile. “My dance teacher in middle school had a baby and she did fine. I can do it, S. I want to do it.”
Santana smiled. “Okay. Not…not yet. I want a little more time with you and get used to the idea but…maybe in a couple years?”
Brittany excitedly pounced on Santana and straddled her hips. She kissed down the Latina’s neck and then back up the other side to her jaw. Santana’s hands roamed Brittany’s back and Santana thought that maybe the night hadn’t been a total disaster.
Next: Baby Love 2: Chaos and Calmness
Pairing(s): Brittany/Santana, mentions Rachel/Quinn
Rating: PG
Length: ~2,000
Summary: Santana and Brittany babysit for Rachel and Quinn.
Author's Note: *Puppy-verse #5* It's been a while, I know! It's especially been a while for the Brittana side of it!
Preceded by:
Puppy | My Girl(s) | Perfection | Decisions
Directory | Timeline | Original Character Bios
--October 2020--
The first time Brittany and Santana babysat for all three of Quinn and Rachel’s daughters Santana had deemed it a disaster only a few hours in. The twins were teething and drooling and crying all the time and Allie seemed to know more what to do than Santana did. It didn’t help that Brittany had insisted on bringing Duck with them to Rachel and Quinn’s so she could play with Dorothy and both dogs would howl along with Isabelle and Olivia when they started crying.
“Would someone please shut those damn dogs up?!” Santana yelled over all the commotion. That only made Isabelle startle and cry harder. Santana groaned and swayed with the infant in her arms and tried to calm her down. She was waiting for the police to show up to warn them for disturbing the peace because of the crying and the howling. Allie grabbed onto Dorothy’s collar and dragged the dog upstairs and shut her into one of the rooms. Duck immediately quieted down and curled up in front of the fireplace.
Isabelle and Olivia were still crying and when Brittany returned from the kitchen with two frozen toaster waffles Santana almost completely gave up.
“B, what are you doing?”
Brittany smiled. “Mom gave these to my brother when he was a baby.” The blonde bounced to Olivia who was in her bouncy seat on the floor and she stuck one of the waffles in the screaming infant’s mouth and in about fifteen seconds the baby was quiet and sucking away. Santana grabbed the other one and stuck it in Isabelle’s mouth and she was silent. Allie came running down the stairs holding a few plastic rings.
“Found the teething rings in the nursery,” she said.
“Stick ‘em in the freezer,” Santana said. “The waffles will do for now.”
Allie did as she was told and skipped back to the living room and sat down in the floor to play with Duck.
“When does Rachel usually get home?” Santana asked, looking at the clock again.
Allie shrugged. “After I go to bed.”
“When do you go to bed?”
A mischievous smile slipped across the young blonde’s face. “Midnight.”
“Liar.”
“Oh come on, Aunt S! I’ve helped out a lot tonight!”
“I don’t really care when you go to bed, A. I just want to know when Rachel’s show is done. If you want to go to bed at midnight then do it. It’s a Friday night and I know Puck lets you do whatever you want when you’re with him during summer and I’m not about to be outdone by that ogre.”
Allie smiled. Santana’s phone started ringing and she pulled it out of her pocket and tapped the screen.
“Q, please tell me the show is done with and you two are on your way.”
“Nope, sorry. It’s just intermission I wanted to check and see how things are going,” Quinn said.
“Well first of all, I’m going to kill you for not telling me the squirts were teething.”
“Hey S, Isabelle and Olivia are teething.”
“Smartass.”
“Aunt S!” Allie shrieked
Santana groaned. “Sorry, A!”
“Don’t teach my daughters to swear, Santana!” the Latina heard Rachel call out.
“You think you could hurry up the second act, Berry? By the way, you’re out of toaster waffles because we couldn’t find teething rings.”
“They’re in the freezer,” Quinn said. “In the door.”
“I’ll look again later. At least with the waffles the drool collects in the holes and I don’t have to worry about it.”
“So things are going okay?”
“Oh yeah, it’s all sunshine and rainbows over here,” Santana’s voice dripped with sarcasm. “I’m pretty sure the neighbors are going to call the cops if the dogs start howling again.”
“Just shut Dorothy up in Allie’s room.”
“Could’ve used that tip an hour ago,” Santana mumbled.
“Allie needs to be showered and in bed by ten,” Quinn said. “And no sugar, it’s late.”
“Bubble bath in your jacuzzi, in bed somewhere around midnight, banana sundaes with triple hot fudge around ten. Got it.”
“Santana!”
“Hey, the kid’s care is on my watch right now. You’re out on your little date going to dinner and watching Rachel’s show which means I get to do what I want. I’m not her mother. If you want her in bed by ten and your bathroom dry then come home and do it yourself.”
“Just at least make sure she brushes her teeth, okay? You’re paying for the fillings if you don’t.”
“I’ll give you that one.”
“What did you cook for dinner?”
“We ordered pizza. Grease counts as a vegetable, right?”
Quinn sighed. “Did she at least have milk?”
“If by ‘milk’ you mean ‘Mountain Dew’ then yeah, she had milk.”
“If this was a school night I would stab you through the phone with Rachel’s nail file.”
“Someone’s PMS-ing tonight. Sheesh.”
Quinn groaned then gasped. “Rachel! At least wait…oh God…Okay S, I gotta go, I only have five minutes left to wish Rach good luck for the - oh my…”
“You’re disgusting. See you later.”
“Later, S!”
Santana hung up the phone and tucked it back in her pocket.
“Can I really use the jacuzzi?!” Allie squealed with a huge smile.
“Sure. B, can you help her? A, please try to keep the bathroom dry. Quinn will honestly kill me if the bathroom floods.”
“I promise!” Allie hopped up and jumped up the stairs two at a time with Brittany following close behind.
Santana put Isabelle in her bouncy seat and sat in the floor with the wiggling infants. Despite the absorbency of the waffles Olivia was gurgling and drool was pouring out of her mouth onto her bib. Santana was surprised that she didn’t gag.
“You know squirts,” she said to the girls, “you’re kind of adorable when you’re not screaming. I’ve thought that that a few times already but I’ve never actually been able to say it because if anyone heard me I’d be crucified.”
Isabelle gurgled and squealed. Santana looked towards the staircase cautiously.
“I make fun of your moms a lot because I tell them they’re crazy for wanting a big family,” Santana said. She glanced up at the staircase again. “But really, you guys are lucky. I know B is really going to want kids someday, probably pretty soon, and Rachel and Quinn are like my first choice for mom advice because I’m seriously not going to have a clue what to do.”
Olivia cooed and Santana smiled and swept her fingers over her already full head of dark hair. Isabelle squealed, reminding Santana that she was there, too. Isabelle didn’t have as much hair as her twin but it was still very dark and very much there and Santana swept her fingers through it as well and the infant sighed contentedly. Santana gazed into the identical girls’ dark brown eyes, so very Rachel’s, and couldn’t help but sigh.
“See, if I knew it would be like this all the time I would be all on board the baby train but I don’t know how to make kids stop crying. I’m pretty good at making them start crying, though.”
Olivia giggled and Santana sighed again.
“Yeah and then you go and do something cute like that and it pushes me for it even more.”
Santana heard Brittany shut the door of Rachel and Quinn’s bathroom and her footsteps echoed down the stairs.
“Don’t tell anyone about this, okay? I’m kind of known for being a bitch and if they know I was being all mushy then I’d never hear the end of it.”
“Who you talkin’ to?” Brittany asked, dropping to the floor.
“Oh…just telling the little drool factories that they had better stay like this and not scream anymore.”
“They’re so cute!”
Santana shrugged. “Sure.”
Before Brittany could ask the question that Santana knew was coming the Latina jumped up off the floor and went to the freezer. She dug around in the rack that was in the door and found the teething rings Quinn had mentioned and brought them back to the living room. She took the waffles from the twins and threw them away. On her way back to the living room she watched Brittany pick Olivia up out of the bouncy seat and cradle her carefully.
“I think Santana would be a good mom,” Brittany told the infant. “She won’t admit it though because she thinks everyone thinks she’s a bitch but everybody knows that I totally have her wrapped and so would our kids. And I know she likes you guys…if you’re not crying…but that’s just because she doesn’t like it when people are sad.”
Santana sighed and padded back to the living room. Brittany smiled. Santana kissed her on the top of the head before settling down next to her and picking Isabelle up out of her bouncy seat.
“S?”
“Yeah babe?”
“I…” Brittany was cut off by Allie hopping down the stairs in her bathrobe and squeezing between the two.
“Can I really have ice cream?” the young blonde asked with a smile.
“Sure you can, A,” Santana said. “But you do have to brush your teeth afterward. I don’t want to have to pay for your cavities and Rachel will kill me if your teeth are anything but perfect in the future.”
Brittany tugged on Santana’s t-shirt. “Can I have some, too?”
Santana smiled and kissed the tip of Brittany’s nose. “Of course, babe.”
The girls all headed to the kitchen. Santana and Brittany put the twins in their bouncy seats on the kitchen table and Brittany kept an eye on them while Santana helped Allie build banana splits for the three of them. They put the twins down in their cribs in the nursery once the banana splits were finished. Brittany hopped out of the room first and Santana leaned down and pressed a kiss to each of the twin’s heads.
When Rachel and Quinn got home they found Allie in the middle of the couch with her head on Brittany’s lap and her feet on Santana’s. Quinn roused her long enough for her to go upstairs and crawl into bed with Dorothy. The four had a cup of tea before Brittany and Santana headed home to their apartment with Duck. When they got home Santana was too tired to do anything but strip down to her bra and underwear and crawl into bed. She was glad that Brittany only had the energy to do the same and the Latina held her girl and ran her fingers through Brittany’s thick blonde hair and Brittany pressed sporadic kisses to Santana’s chest and trailed her fingers up and down the tan girl’s stomach.
“Hey B?”
“Hm?”
“You really liked babysitting tonight, didn’t you?”
“Yeah.”
“You’re really good with them, especially the twins. I remember when Allie was little you were really good with her, too.”
“Yeah.”
Santana sighed. She could feel her heart pounding in her chest and she knew Brittany could, too because Brittany’s fingers were imitating her heartbeat on her stomach, a subconscious habit that had began back in high school. At first it was on purpose because Brittany loved listening to Santana’s heart race while they were both on cloud nine after an intense and passionate night but now the blonde did it without even realizing what she was doing.
“I love you so much B, you know that, right?”
“I love you too, S.”
“You know…B…” Santana swallowed hard. “You know if you wanted to uh…You’d make a really good mom and I was thinking…maybe someday if you wanted to we could go see that doctor that Rachel and Quinn went to.”
Brittany stopped drumming her fingers and picked her head up off Santana’s chest. “The one that makes babies?”
Santana nodded. “But only if you want to. And I know dance is important to you but I don’t think I could deal with being pregnant and…”
“I’ll do it,” Brittany said with a smile. “My dance teacher in middle school had a baby and she did fine. I can do it, S. I want to do it.”
Santana smiled. “Okay. Not…not yet. I want a little more time with you and get used to the idea but…maybe in a couple years?”
Brittany excitedly pounced on Santana and straddled her hips. She kissed down the Latina’s neck and then back up the other side to her jaw. Santana’s hands roamed Brittany’s back and Santana thought that maybe the night hadn’t been a total disaster.
Next: Baby Love 2: Chaos and Calmness