Glee One Shots

Brittana: Aaaaaugh!

"Come on, come on, come on, come on!" A 27-year-old Brittany S. Peirce groaned. The tall blonde was sitting in a wheelchair, clutching her swollen stomach.

All of the New Directions, along with Mr. Schue, Coach Sue, and Brittany's parents, we're running through the halls of the hospital, Santana pushing Brittany in her wheelchair.

They skidded to a stop in front of the receptionist's desk and Santana quickly stepped forward.

"My wife is going into labor!" The Latina yelled, and the receptionist immediately sprung into action.

"I'll need you, the father, and her parents to accompany us to the delivery room." She said hurriedly, taking Santana's place from behind the wheelchair.

"Wait!" Brittany cried. "I want Quinn, Kurt, and Blaine with me too." Brittany gasped, dragging Quinn and Blaine towards her, followed closely by Kurt.

"I'm sorry ma'am, but only a certain number of people can be in the delivery roo-" The receptionist was cut off by Brittany's anguished cry and the blood drained from Santana's face.

"Listen up, lady," The Latina said, turning to the receptionist. "My wife is about to go through the most painful moment in her life, so she can have anybody she wants in that room with her!"

"But-"

"I really hope you aren't arguing with me, or else I'm gonna go all Lima Heights on your sorry ass!" Santana yelled, her brown eyes flashing dangerously. The receptionist quickly shut her mouth and nodded, then the delivery party took off through the hospital again, disappearing through a pair of doors, leaving the New Directions with nothing to do, but wait.

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"Aaaaaaugh!" Brittany screamed, her sweaty blonde hair plastered to her face. Everyone had taken positions around her, Santana and Mrs.Pierce each clutching one of her hands, with Mr.Pierce on his wife's heels, and Sam on Santana's, Kurt and Quinn on one side of her bed, and Blaine on the other.

"Come on, Brittany! Push!" Quinn yelled, and more tears streamed down the pregnant girl's face.

"I'm tryin-aaaaaugh!"

"Think of happy things!" Blaine pleaded, his eyes shiny with tears for his friend.

"Unicorns and lady kisses and friends and glee clu-aaaaaaugh!" Brittany screamed again. "I can't!"

"It's almost out! Just a few more pushes!" The doctor yelled and Brittany's eyes clouded with more tears, as she turned to Santana and Sam.

"I hate you! I hate both of you! You suck! You suck, you suck, you suck!" She cried, and all the color drained from Santana's face. Sam reached down and grabbed the Latina's hand, squeezing it reassuringly. She returned the squeeze, but her eyes remained on her wife.

"Come on, Britt, sing something!" Kurt suggested, and everyone stared at him like he was crazy, but their attention snapped back to Brittany when she began to shakily sing.

"My cup, my cup . . . sayin' what's up to my cup, my cu-aaaaaaaaaaaaaaugh!" With her final scream, out the baby girl came. The doctor and a few nurses rushed it off to get cleaned. Brittany caught her breath for a few seconds, then she collapsed back onto her pillows.

"Are you okay, Britt?" Sam asked tentatively when more tears started to flow down the new mother's face, happy ones this time. The blonde nodded, then pulled Santana down into a hug.

"I'm so sorry, I didn't mean anything I said before, I love you and you do not suck, at all," Brittany whispered into her wife's ear. Santana gently pulled away from the hug and pressed her lips against the older girl's dry ones.

"I know, and I love you too." The Latina whispered, pulling away from the kiss, wiping away a tear.

"Hey, Blaine?" Brittany asked, wiping her nose and sniffling a bit.

"Yes?" The gel-haired boy piped up, his big eyes full of concern for his friend.

"Could you go get everyone else, please?" She asked, and the boy nodded, bending down to kiss the top of her head, before hurrying out to get the rest of their friends.

By the time the new mothers got their baby back, the delivery room was full. The doctors and nurses had all kept quiet, after many fierce looks from Santana, however, and the New Directions were allowed to meet the first Lopez-Pierce without any interruptions.

"Have you decided on what you're going to name her?" Mercedes asked when it was her turn to cradle the baby girl.

"She's going to be called Lillian Alma Lopez-Pierce. Lillian as her first name, after that dead woman in the picture in the choir room that Mr.Schue is always talking about, and Alma as her middle name, after Santana's Abuela." Brittany explained, and everyone smiled. Then, the baby started to cry and scream, so Mercedes handed her over to Santana, who rocked her child back and forth, humming softly to her.

"I hate to say it, Sandbags, but you're going to be a great mother," Sue said, patting Santana on the shoulder, and the Latina smiled up at her former cheerleading coach.

"Thank you, Coach Sylvester." She replied. Later, after all their friends had left, and it was only Brittany and Santana, they climbed into the narrow hospital bed, Lillian in between them.

"You really think we can do this?" Brittany whispered, careful to keep her voice low because their daughter was sleeping.

"As long as I'm with you, anything is possible," Santana promised, and the girls sealed the deal with a kiss.

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Hi! How did you like the one-shot? I've been wanting to do a Brittana one-shot for a long time, and it's finally here! Yay! I hope you enjoyed the one shot, sorry that there wasn't much Brittana, but my next Brittana one will have lots of fluff, I promise. Also, I just wanted to make sure everyone knows that I do not under any circumstances ship Bram, and the only reason I made him the father was because I couldn't imagine Brittany having a baby with any of the other guys, like Mike or Artie or Kurt or someone, so. . . yeah! Again, I hope you liked the one-shot! Thank you! Bye! 💜