Brittana Baby

Chapter 2

Brittany and Santana sat in the waiting room of the clinic. It was the clinic where Blaine and Kurt went to get a donor from Rachel, they had reccomended it, though they had warned the doctor was a little... Eccentric, to say the least.

"The Lopez's can come in." The nurse said. Santana grabbed Brittany's hand and helped her up.

"I'm so excited!" Brittany clapped and said quietly, and Santana smiled.

"Me too! I almost thought that waiting room would kill me! It took forever." Santana replied.

The doctor led them to a little blue room to the left, and motioned for them to take a seat in front of them.

"So, why are we here today?" The doctor asked, who's name they learned was Dr. Henry,  though I think it was in more of a double-checking question, as it had definitely been told when they called.

"We want a baby." Santana said flatly.

"Alright, that is totally alright and possible, I support marriage equality and two women being together, my first wife was a lesbian-" He explained, and Brittany and Santana looked at each other. 

"Bottom line, we can do it." He finished. "But you need to know, this doesn't come without risks. All pregnancies don't, but artificial ones have extra risks. It couldn't catch, etc. But it is very possible. You girls got a donor in mind?" 

"Yes, a few." They answered.

"Alright, I will need their names, addresses, and phone numbers."  He asked, and quickly, Santana and Brittany got to work writing them. It consisted of Artie, who was a pick from both of them, but because Santana said "It's not like he needs it anyways!" And Brittany just wanted him because he was nice, and they used to date so it wouldn't be weird. The others on it were Sam Evans, who Santana rejected because of his mouth. There was Puck, Mike Chang, Blaine, and Kurt. 

"Alrighty then, now that we have that settled. Who is calling to carry this baby?" He asked. Santana and Brittany looked at each other.

"Me!" They both said at the same time.

"Uh, Santana, it was my idea!" Brittany exclaimed.

"Yea but Brittany, you can't really take care during this pregnancy, with your job and everything."

"But I want it to be my biological kid!" She pleaded.

"Excuse me? It's supposed to be OUR kid! And besides, it still can be yours biologically. We can make a baby with you and whoever's sperm and then I can carry the baby!" Santana snapped, growing frustrated at Brittany's implication it wouldn't be hers.

"Can you do that?" Brittany asked Dr. Henry. He nodded.

"But Santana." Brittany said softly. "I really want to carry this baby. It can be your egg, but I really want to carry him or her." 

Santana smiled. "If it means that much to you, then fine. You can carry it!"

"Yay! You make me the happiest girl ever Santana!" She jumped, and hugged Santana, causing her to stumble back, laughing. 

"Okay, now go! Call all your doners, ask, and then call me, and have me call them." The doctor said. Brittany and Santana ran out of the door, to their car.

"I'm so excited! Let's call everyone now!" Brittany said, excitedly.

"Not until we get home. We need somewhere to celebrate after someone says yes." Santana said, and Brittany agreed. When they arrived home, they started immediately. They called Mike Chang first.

"You want me to... What?!?" Mike Chang said, confused.

"We want you to donate your smart asian sperm to us so we can have a kid. Asian brains plus Brittany brains, even though she isn't going to be the biological mom of it, so technically just your brains." Santana said, quickly, may I add. 

"I'm flattered, really, I just don't really think I am the right person for it." Mike Chang added. 

"Fine!" Santana said, and hung up. Next they called Puck. 

"I got a vasectomy back in high school, remember? No can do." Said Puck. "Glad you like my good looks though!" He said, and Santana hung up.  Next was Blaine and Kurt. 

"We would love to, honest, we just don't think we can. We just had our own baby, we don't really- well, I'm really sorry Santana. It's just not our thing." Blaine said. 

"Yea, not our thing." Kurt added. "But, we will talk about it." 

"Okay, bye." Santana hung up. Next was Artie.

"No can do." He said. "Nothing personal, but it seems sort of weird. You'll find someone though, you will!" He said, and hung up. Last was Sam.

"I don't think- I mean, these abs could make the kid great looking, and I could totally be a sperm donor, actually, that's a good idea! I'm going to go do that now! Bye!" He said, and hung up, startling them. 

"So, no one." They said, dreary. Back at the Hummel house, Blaine and Kurt discussed.

"You think we made a bad decision?" Kurt asked Blaine, not looking up from his phone. 

"Probably." Blaine answered, dropping the book in his hand and turning to Kurt. "Like, imagine Rachel had said no to us. We wouldn't have our daughter!" Blaine exclaimed, and shrugged. 'I don't know. I don't know! I want to help, but it just seems... Different." 

"Okay so one your really cute when your confused," Kurt said. "And two, its not different. Lets call Rachel for advice. 

"I think you should go for it!" She exclaimed. "It's a true honor! I remember my excitement for your baby. And if not you guys, maybe Jesse could help!" 

"Ehh..." They both said. 

"I don't want their kid to egg the others at preschool." Kurt said, and Rachel made a face on the other end.

"Fine. If not you guys, try to convince someone else, like Sam!" She said. "I gotta go. Bye!" 

"That could work, actually." Blaine said, and quickly, they got to dialing. 

After 2 lame days at the Lopez house, babyless, spermless, they got a call. 

"Hello?" Santana answered, sitting at the kitchen counter.

"Hi Santana! It's me, Sam, I wanted to take you up on your offer." He said, and Santana rejoiced quietly. 

"Okay! So you will help us!?" She asked excitedly. 

"Sure!" He answered, and Santana quietly 'yesss'ed. 

"Alright, we will tell the doctor to call you! Bye!" She said, and hung up. When she told Brittany, she jumped in the air. 

"Yess! Okay! We have to start nursery planning! Now!" She said to Santana. 

"We will. But you have to get pregnant first, remember?" Santana said. "And, please dont freak out like the wedding." Santana asked, and Brittany promised. After a couple minutes of celebrating, they fllopped down on the couch. 

"We're really doing this, huh?" Santana asked.

"Yup."