Santana clutched her stomach as another sharp pain rocketed through her body.

"Oh, that looked like a big one," Kurt Hummel commented.

"No shit, Sherlock," Santana retorted through gritted teeth. She moaned loudly in pain. "God, why does this hurt so fucking much?"

"Well, women's bodies are designed-"

"Shut up, Rachel!" Santana and Kurt both yelled, immediately silencing the young starlet.

"Shouldn't we do something?" Finn asked, resting his hands on Rachel's shoulders reassuringly.

"Finnocence, I'm pretty sure that I've been doing something for the last nine months."

"Oh, no, I know, I meant-"

"I know what you meant, Finn," Santana breathed out as another contraction hit. "Goddamn, this hurts like a bitch."

"Santana, is there anyone you'd like me to call?" Kurt asked hesitantly.

Santana's eyes flashed immediately. "Kurt, do not mention that again, do you understand me? I've done fine for the last year without any help and I'm not about to start begging now. Got it?"

Kurt nodded quickly. Santana was, at best, a bitch 24/7. Now, on the cusp of delivering a baby, her anger had been pushed several levels higher. Luckily, Kurt, Rachel and Finn had known Santana at her best and worst and were well prepared for the hormonal changes that pregnancy brought.

"Rachel, we should go and see what's taking that doctor so long," Kurt said firmly to Rachel. She caught his meaning and nodded.

"Yes, Finn, honey, stay here with Santana and keep her company whilst we locate the doctor," Rachel agreed, quickly following Kurt out of the room.

"Don't you dare do something that'll make me go all Snixx on you! Hobbit! Porcelain! Get your sneaky asses back in this room!"

"Is it safe to leave Finn in there with her?" Rachel asked worriedly.

"Please, Santana is all talk. As crazy as she is now, she's just like a PMS'd up Santana Lopez from high school. Nothing we can't handle. Besides, she won't do anything to us. We're her family."

A flicker of sadness crossed Rachel's features and Kurt mirrored the expression.

"Shouldn't we-"

"Rachel, no," Kurt hissed, folding his arms across his chest. "Santana really would kill us if we called her."

"But what about her parents?" Rachel pressed.

Kurt shook his head. "You weren't with her when she spoke to them. They were brutal, completely unwavering in their decision to cut her off. Well, Santana's father was, anyway. I don't even think her mother got a word in edgeways."

"Maybe that's who we should approach, then?" Rachel persisted.

Kurt sighed. She really didn't know how to quit. "Rachel, right now we have to focus on what's best for Santana. She's been though hell this year and we're all she has left. What kind of friends would we be if we went behind her back when she needed us most and tried to involve the people that caused the hurt in the first place?"

Rachel looked up thoughtfully and Kurt rolled his eyes. If she seriously had to consider his logic, then fame had clearly boggled her brain more than he'd thought.

Santana chased Brittany around their living room.

"Britt, come on, give it back!" Santana whined, but she couldn't wipe the big grin off her face.

"Come and get it from me, slow poke," Brittany teased, waving her phone tantalisingly in the air.

Santana smirked and began a predatory stalk towards her girlfriend. She loved silly little moments like this, moments that no one but Brittany got to see. When she was with Brittany, Santana became a softer, happier person. Now that they were living together, Brittany's playful nature was rubbing off on Santana and they would often end up playing some silly childish game, but both of them loved it.

Santana was within a stretch of Brittany, but paused, holding the blonde dancer's gaze evenly. Brittany just smiled slyly and arched an eyebrow. Santana's smile widened. How in the hell could people ever think that this girl was stupid? She had such an amazing mind and, lucky for Santana, she'd been able to decipher Brittany's thought processes a lot quicker than anyone else. Granted, being best friends since they were six did help in that department.

"So what happens when I go to class and you go to work and you still have my phone?" Santana asked.

Brittany shrugged. "Why would you need your phone in class anyway?"

"Well, I wouldn't be able to sext you, for one," Santana said, her voice dropping seductively. "I wouldn't be able to tell you how gorgeous you looked this morning waking up all tangled in the sheets. I wouldn't be able to tell you how wet I get when I think about you dancing and getting all hot and sweaty."

Brittany swallowed visibly, her grip on Santana's phone faltering slightly and the Latina smirked to herself. Brittany may have the moves, but she had the words.

"And I wouldn't be able to tell you what I plan on doing when I come home, seeing as how you're only going to be home later this evening." Santana sighed dramatically. "Two hours all by myself and so incredibly turned on." She dropped her hand and let it trail up her own side, raising the thin shirt she was wearing.

Brittany squeaked at the appearance of the Latina's hard stomach covered by silky smooth skin. It was one of Brittany's favourite parts of Santana's body. Often, she would just lie on her stomach, running her fingers along all the contours.

"But I guess if you have my phone, I won't be able to tell you what I'm doing," Santana continued, pretending to be oblivious to Brittany's aroused state. "So I guess I'll have to keep myself entertained."


"What was that, B?" Santana asked sweetly in response to Brittany's growl.

"You will wait for me," Brittany said menacingly, stepping towards Santana. "You will not do anything to yourself. That's my job."

"But, Britt, if you're not here-"

Santana's argument was cut off by Brittany's lips crashing into hers. She gladly moulded their mouths together and let Brittany show her who was in control. Tongues duelled and tangoed. Teeth grazed over lips and nipped at skin.

"Fuck," Santana gasped into Brittany's neck, one hand gripping her waist and the other buried in her gorgeous golden locks.

"What, now?" Brittany teased in a low voice, her breath ghosting over Santana's cheek.

"I have to leave in half an hour," Santana said, glancing at the clock on the kitchen wall.

Brittany grinned and gripped Santana's waist with both hands, encouraging her girlfriend to wrap her legs around her.

"Plenty of time to give you something to tide you over till later," she whispered, leaning in to kiss Santana as she carried her to the bedroom.

Santana smiled into the kiss. This was absolute heaven. This was perfection. Living in New York with her amazing girlfriend. Nothing could ruin this for her.