How I Met Your Mommy

Chapter 1

A/N: Okay first off I want to tell everyone, I am most definitely still writing The Light At The End Of The Tunnel. But the story is not organized at all and I've been kind of writing each chapter as it comes, and I don't want to do that, because some of the future plans I have for it are not going to work so much anymore. Meaning I am working on it now, but won't be publishing it until I write a little more and organize it, because I want it to be the best it can be! In the mean time I will be posting this if you guys like it!

Okay so this story is inspired by How I Met Your Mother, but not the same, really at all lol Also there is one incident in this chapter that may possibly be based off a true experience, by me. I'll leave that up to you guys :)

A/N: Okay, so not that it really matters, but as far as their kids go, we're going to just act like in the future there is a way for two women to have a baby without a man. I mean there are studies on it now, and they've done it with rats, so who knows. But anyways I want their kids to be a mixture of both of them. Since we know Sugar is (:

How I Met Your Mommy

Santana walks out of the kitchen, and makes her way into her bedroom, carrying a glass or orange juice. She stops abruptly when she sees her closet door opened and things scattered all around, spilling out into her bedroom. She carefully places her glass down on the dresser, and hears giggling coming from inside the closet. She takes a few tentative steps forward, until she can see inside the walk in closet, where she spots a little girl and boy. "What are you guys doing?" Santana asks, kneeling down to their level.

She notices the multiple open boxes surrounding them, and pictures flowing out along with random memorabilia from her and Brittany's life together, since they were kids.

Her two youngest children, Charlie and Sugar, look up at her with wide smiles, and Sugar holds out a picture. "Is this you and mommy?" The 6 year old asks, with her face scrunched up.

Santana grabs the picture from Sugar and looks over it with a smile. It was a photo that Brittany had taken of the two of them lying in bed. It was the morning after their first date as an official and out couple. Brittany was beaming and Santana was looking lovingly at Brittany, although she remembers trying to be annoyed with the blonde for wanting to take a picture 3 seconds after she'd woken up. She couldn't look mad at Brittany, no matter how hard she tried.

"Yeah, it is." Santana confirms, pulling herself out of the memory. She places the photo back down, and looks over a couple more as well as Charlie and Sugar. She briefly thinks about getting on to them for coming into her room and digging through her stuff, but she can't even be mad. She's just glad they didn't find another box that's hidden away in her closet, full of her and Brittany's private things.

"What are you guys wearing?" Her 9 year old son asks, handing her a picture he'd been looking at, with a confused face.

Santana looks at the photo, and can't help but roll her eyes. She was still mad to this day, that Brittany had made her wear that. "We were unicorns for Halloween." She says, grimly, handing the picture back over to Charlie.

Charlie lets out a giggle and Sugar grabs the photo from him, looking at it with wide eyes. "I love unicorns!" She shouts, with a huge grin. Santana can't help but chuckle at her.

They look over some more photos, and a few minutes later, Keegan, their 13 year old son walks into the room. "Mama have you seen my Ipad?" He asks with a frown.

Santana narrows her eyes at the boy, and shakes her head, "No, but you better find it." She tells him sternly. "It took me months to convince your mom that you were responsible enough to have one. You better not make get me into trouble." She adds, making him sigh, and roll his eyes.

"I'll find it." He assures her. "It's not lost, it's just...misplaced." He ads with a smirk. The same smirk that was normally stuck to Santana's face. Keegan had come out looking almost exactly like her. He has shaggy black hair and dark brown eyes, along with her tanned skin. The only thing he hadn't gotten from her, was his height, because he was already almost as tall as Brittany and he's only 13.

Charlie on the other hand, looks just like Brittany. He has blonde curly hair, and bright blue eyes, with a few freckles dashed across his face. He has a couple of Santana's features like her lips, and the shape of her eyes, but other than that he was all Brittany. Unlike Sugar who is a perfect mix of the both of them.

Their oldest daughter, Remy who is 16 is also a mix. She has Santana's olive skin, and dark hair, but Brittany's blue eyes. She also has Brittany's muscular body, along with her dance moves.

"What are you guys doing?" Keegan asks, walking over to the three of them.

"We're looking at pictures of Mama and Mommy." Charlie informs his older brother with a grin. He hands Keegan the photo they'd been looking at earlier of them in the unicorn outfits, and he doesn't even attempt to hold in a loud snort.

Santana huffs and snatches the photo out of his hand, giving him a glare. "Do you want to be grounded?" She asks challengingly, making him raise his arms in the air in defense. Although the smirk never left his face, because he knew she wouldn't actually ground him for that. He takes a seat on the ground next to Sugar, joining the three of them.

"When did you and mom start dating?" Keegan asks curiously, looking over at Santana.

A smile forms on the brunette's face, "Well, let me tell you about it." She says, patting his leg, excitingly.

A groan escapes his lips, and he starts to stand up, "Nevermind." He mumbles, but Santana is quick to pull him back down.

"Sit back down." She says firmly, making him roll his eyes, but do as he was told.

Santana pulls Sugar into her lap, and wraps her arms tightly around her youngest daughter as she prepares to tell them the story of how her and Brittany got together. She always loves reminiscing on her past with her perfect wife, and she'd been waiting on the day she could tell her kids the story.

"Where is Remy?" She asks the kids, who simply shrug their shoulders. "Remy!" She shouts, loudly making the others jump next to her. A couple minutes later they hear footsteps and see the oldest walk into the room looking confused and slightly annoyed.

"What's going on?" she asks hesitantly, after seeing all 4 of them sitting in her mother's closet.

Santana smiles and pats the empty space next to her. "Have a seat." She tells her eldest daughter, who still looked at her with curious and cautious eyes. "I'm about to tell the story of how I met your mommy." She says with an over exaggerated amount of excitement, knowing, that Remy, would not be excited by this news.

"All I did was ask when they started dating." Keegan says with a huff.

Remy rolls her eyes dramatically, and waves her hand in the air. "I have places to be and people to see." She says in her best 'don't give a fuck' voice, before turning to leave the room.

Santana raises a brow at her daughter, "Like what?" She asks making the girl turn back around, "Stare at your bedroom wall? You're still grounded." She says matter of fact, with her bitch smirk. She barely gets to use her smirk anymore, so she absolutely loves the few moments she gets too. Apparently it's not okay to make those faces at your children, according to Brittany. But Brittany isn't here.

Remy lets out a dramatic huff and folds her arms over her chest. But she says nothing. She knows better than to argue with her mama. Especially when Brittany wasn't around to mediate or calm her down.

"Have a seat." Santana says with satisfaction, patting the spot next to her. Once Remy gets situated Santana smiles, and looks around the circle at all her kids, "Okay, so it all started…"

A 5 year old Santana walks into her kindergarten classroom, gripping onto her mother's hand. She takes notice to all the other kids scattered around the room, and she grasps her mommy's hand even tighter, making sure she wasn't going to leave her.

Gloria bends down to her daughter's level and gives her a gentle smile. She's aware how nervous Santana is, and it breaks her heart, but she also knows, Santana will be just fine. Santana isn't the most social kid, and this will be good for her. "Okay baby, I have to go now." The older woman tells her daughter.

Santana's eyes widen and she adds her other hand to her mother's, gripping it tightly with both. "Don't leave me," She pleads as tears begin filling her eyes. She throws herself at her mother, wrapping her arms tightly around the woman's neck, and buries her face into her mom's dark locks.

"You'll be okay mija." Gloria tells her softly. She hugs her daughter tight to her, and tries to fight off her own tears. She hates that Santana is so upset, and it breaks her heart to leave her, but she has to do it. "I'll be back to pick you up before you know it." She tells Santana, pulling away from the hug, but Santana's doesn't loosen her grip, and it makes Gloria chuckle.

A sob escapes Santana's mouth, and Gloria sighs and starts rubbing gentle circles on the small Latina's back.

The teacher walks over after watching them for a few seconds, deciding to try and help. She's experienced this more times than she can count, and she understands how hard it is on the mother or father. "Santana," The teacher says softly, kneeling down to their level. She places a gentle hand on Santana's back, not wanting to startle her, but she feels the Latina tense at the touch anyways, and bury her face even further into her mother's neck. "Santana, you're mommy will be back soon, and while she's gone we're going to have a lot of fun." She informs the young girl. "I promise you'll love it."

Another sob tumbles out of Santana's mouth, and she clings impossibly tighter to her mom, trying to get away from her teacher.

Mrs. Williams stands up, and gives Gloria a sympathetic smile. The older Latina stands up also, picking Santana up in the process, and looks at the teacher helplessly. She doesn't know what to do.

"I know it's hard, but you're just going to have to leave." Mrs. Williams tells her gently. She places a comforting hand on Gloria's arm. "She'll be fine, I promise." She assures the woman.

Gloria nods her head, and turns to place a soft kiss on Santana's temple. "I'll be back soon baby. I love you so much." She tells Santana sincerely, giving her a squeeze. She pulls Santana away from her body, and Mrs. Williams reaches out to take Santana in her arms, but Santana starts crying out, grasping desperately at her mother.

"No! Mommy! Don't leave me!" Santana shouts desperately, her arms flailing trying to reach out to her mother who was slowly backing away from them. "Please!" she shouts, her body shaking with sobs. She kicks her teacher in a desperate attempt to get away from the woman, and Mrs. Williams just about drops her, but manages to put her down safely as she clutches her stomach in pain.

Santana rushes back to her mother and wraps her arms around Gloria's legs, burying her face into her stomach.

"I am so sorry!" Gloria apologizes, looking at the teacher with wide eyes. "Santana." She says firmly, "You do not kick people!" She scolds her, prying the little girl away from her, to look into her eyes.

Santana's face contorts and another sob escapes her lips. "I-I-I'm s-sorry." Santana stutters out in between sobs. She hadn't meant to kick the teacher, she just panicked.

Mrs. Williams breaths in deeply, and walks back over, with a patient smile. She couldn't say she's ever been kicked before by a student, but she does understand, the girl is terrified. It wasn't out of spite. "It's fine." She tells Gloria, nodding her head. "Now, just go to work, and don't worry. She is in good hands, and she'll be fine after a little while." The woman assures her.

Gloria nods her head, and chews down on her bottom lip. She can do this. "Santana honey, I have to go to work now. You will be fine, I promise." She assures her daughter. "I'll be back in a few hours, and if Mrs. Williams tells me that you were good, we can go and get some ice cream." She says with a smile. She pries the little girl away from her, and Mrs. Williams bravely takes Santana's hands in her own to hold her back.

Santana doesn't fight her this time, but her sobs continue as she watches her mother back out the doorway.

"You're being very brave right now Santana." Mrs. Williams tells her warmly. She squeezes the girls hands reassuringly, and bends down to her level. "How about you go play for a little, before we start the class?" She asks, but Santana doesn't say anything. "Do you want to play in the dress up corner? Or with the doll house?" She suggests, but Santana continues to just stare at her as she wipes her eyes, sniffling.

Mrs. Williams gives her a warm smile, before standing back up. She leads Santana over to the table in the middle of the room, and pulls out a chair for her. She helps Santana get situated in the seat, and places a piece of paper in front of her. She puts a comforting hand on the Latina's shoulder, "I have to go greet the other kids as they arrive, but I'll be right over there if you need anything." She tells Santana, before walking over to the doorway, where a little boy and his mom were walking in.

Santana looks around the table and notices an asian boy across from her, and a blonde girl next to him, coloring. The blonde girl is looking at her with bright blue eyes, and a wide grin, but Santana simply scowls at her. "Do you want to color?" The little girl asks, her smile not faltering even under the harsh gaze Santana is giving her.

"Coloring is stupid." Santana mumbles, folding her arms over her chest.

This makes the smile fade away from the little girls face, and a pout form instead. "No it's not." She insists, her brows furrowing.

"Yes huh." Santana retorts.

Brittany's face scrunches up and her bottom lip pokes out, as she stares at the darker girl in front of her. She is clearly hurt by the statement.

"Do you want to go play race cars?" Santana hears the asian boy ask her. She breaks her staring contest with the blonde, and turns her head to the boy with the goofy grin. She scowls hard at him, narrowing her eyes, until he feels uncomfortable enough to quickly scurry away from the table.

Santana smiles proudly at herself as she watches him quickly make his way to the other side of the room. "You're mean." She then hears, and turns her attention back to the blonde who was pouting at her.

The Latina simply shrugs her shoulders at the blonde, the scowl not leaving her face.

"Even when you were 5 you were a complete b-" Remy starts to say, but stops short when she notices her mother's narrowed eyes. She lets out a couch and clears her throat before giving her mama a sugary sweet smile. Even though she hears her mama curse, she's aware that she isn't supposed to do it. Especially around her younger siblings, but sometimes it just slips out. "I just mean, you were really mean when you were little." Remy corrects herself.

"Yeah, why would mommy like you?" Keegan asks, his face scrunching up in confusion.

Santana rolls her eyes, but can't help a smile from forming on her lips. "I have no idea why she liked me, but she did, even though I was awful." She says with a smirk. "But, be thankful, she did like me, because you guys wouldn't be here right now." She tells them, wiggling a finger between all of them. "Now, shush, and let me continue."

Later that day, lunch rolls around, and Santana is sat at the end of her class's table by herself. A different little girl with brown hair and big brown eyes had tried sitting by her, but she'd been able to scare her off just as easily as the asian boy from earlier.

She takes a bite of her peanut butter and banana sandwich then senses a presence next to her. Hesitantly she turns her head and sees the blonde girl from this morning sitting next to her. She lets out a huff, but turns her attention back to her sandwich, deciding just to pay the girl no attention. Act like she wasn't there.

She sees the girl pull out a peanut butter and jelly sandwich and a bag of chips from her ninja turtles lunch kit, and can't help but speak up. "That's a boy's lunch box." Santana says, furrowing her brows together.

The girl frowns, and shakes her head. "No it's not." She says simply, taking a bite out of her sandwich.

Santana looks down at her princess jasmine lunch box, and back at the girls ninja turtle one. It is definitely a boys lunch box.

"What's on your sandwich?" The blonde asks, her nose scrunching up in disgust as she looks at the questionable food in Santana's small hands. "It looks gross."

Santana's face falls, and her eyes narrow in anger, the scowl returning to her face. "It's not gross." She says with a huff. "It's peanut butter and banana. It's my favorite. And my daddy's." She tells the blonde who continues looking at it, like it's been sitting out for weeks and is growing mold. Santana mumbles angrily under her breath and continues eating her sandwich wishing this girl would just leave already. But the blonde goes back to her own sandwich and starts humming a tune quietly. "Why are you sitting by me?" Santana finally asks, clearly annoyed at the company.

"Because you're my friend." The girls says simply, not taking her eyes away from her food. Her legs are dangling under the table and she has a small smile on her face. It just annoys Santana even more.

"You said I was mean." Santana retorts.

She shrugs her shoulders, "You are mean." She replies simply.

Santana's face scrunches up even more as she studies the blonde next to her. Why on earth did this girl want to be her friend. "You don't even know my name." Santana challenges.

This makes the girl stop swinging her legs, and she looks over at Santana. "So what is it?" She asks with a smile. Santana simply stares at her in response. "I'm Brittany." She says, her smile not faltering.

Santana huffs, and stares the girl down for a few more minutes, "Santana." She finally answers with dread, because she knows what this means.

"Now we can be friends." Brittany says, grinning like a fool, before turning back to her lunch. Her legs pick back up their swinging motion and she starts humming a tune once again, that Santana doesn't recognize.

She later learns that it's the ninja turtle theme song.

"I love ninja turtles!" Sugar squeals, interrupting Santana from her story. She can't help but smile at her daughter as she starts singing the theme song. She reminds her so much of Brittany.

Santana squeezes her arms a little tighter around Sugar and places a kiss on the top of her head, "I know you do baby." She says, nodding her head. Brittany owns every episode of ninja turtles, and her and Sugar watch them together constantly. Charlie likes the show also, but Sugar has been the only one to actually obsess over it as much as Brittany.

"I thought you were telling us about how you and mom got together?" Remy asks, rolling her eyes. She's leaning back on one hand, and inspecting her nails on the other hand, trying to act like she was bored. Santana knew better though. She knew Remy was actually enjoying hearing the stories about her parents from when they were little. She just had that badass exterior that Santana had when she was her age. She has to make it look like she doesn't give a shit about anything. Watching her daughter, Santana can't believe that she used to act that way as well. It really is a wonder why Brittany liked her.

"I'm getting to it." Santana finally answers. "Be patient."

"I like this story Mama." Charlie says, looking up at her with a bright smile. His two front teeth are missing, and she still can't get over how adorable he looks without them.

She reaches out a ruffles his curly blonde hair, smiling down at him. "I'm glad mijo."

The end of the day finally comes around, and Santana doesn't even realize it until she sees parents start entering the room to pick up their children.

After lunch they'd had recess and even though Santana hadn't insisted on doing anything, Brittany sat with her. She was like an annoying nat, following her around everywhere. No matter how mean Santana is too her, she is still there.

Currently they're sitting in the corner with the building blocks, putting them away, like Mrs. Williams had told them. Brittany is singing the clean up song as she tosses them into the bucket, and Santana keeps side eyeing her in annoyance.

"Do you sing when you do everything?" Santana asks with a huff. She'd come to realize Brittany was always singing or humming. It was just annoying.

Brittany simply shrugs her shoulders and smiles. "I like to sing." She replies simply, before returning to the lyrics of her song. "You should sing with me." Brittany suggests, looking over her shoulder at the Latina.

"I don't sing." Santana mumbles out, grumpily. "It's dumb."

The blonde isn't phased though and continues singing as they clean up. Santana doesn't say anything else.

A few minutes later Santana sees Brittany jump up with a squeal and run to the other side of the classroom. Santana follows her with her eyes, and watches her jump into a tall blonde man's arms, hugging him tightly. Brittany says something to the man and they both look over at Santana, making her quickly avert her eyes back down to the blocks.

She then sees them out of the corner of her eye walking over to her, "Santana." Brittany says with a smile as the man puts her down. "This is my daddy." She says looking up at the tall man. "This is my best friend, Santana." The blonde introduces, pointing to the Latina.

"I'm not her best friend." Santana mumbles, but Brittany ignores it, and she doesn't think her father heard.

He bends down to her level and smiles widely at her. His smile is as big as Brittany's; all teeth. "It's very nice to meet you Santana." He says warmly. "You'll have to come over to our house one day and play with Britt." He suggests, as Brittany claps her hands and squeals next to him. Santana just looks at the man, and he gives her one last smile, before standing back up. "Okay Britt, let's get home. Your mommy's waiting on us." He tells her, reaching out for the little girls hand.

Brittany takes it with a smile, and looks back at Santana. She gives her a wave as she follows her dad out of the classroom.

Santana watches the two of them leave then glances around the classroom. It was her and a few other of her classmates left. One was the annoying girl that tried to sit with her at lunch, and then a couple of boys. She starts to feel the panic rise once again in her chest, and tears fill her eyes. What if her mommy forgot about her? What if she wasn't coming to get her? She watches one of the boys mom's come and pick him up and then it's just the three of them. The worry rises within her and she can't help but let a sob escape her mouth.

"What's the matter?" A voice asks her. She looks up meeting the eyes of the brunette from earlier. She's wearing a sweater with a giraffe on it and knee high white socks with some ugly black shoes. If Santana wasn't so upset right now, she'd totally laugh at her.

"Go away." Santana manages to mumble as she wipes some of her tears away with the back of her hand. It's no use though, because they keep falling.

The little girl tilts her head, studying Santana. She opens her mouth to say something else, but she gets cut off, "Rachel!" A man from across the room shouts. Both little girls turn their heads and see two older men entering the room, looking at Rachel with wide smiles.

"Daddies!" She shouts, running over to them. She puts an arm around both of them when they kneel down to her level, and hug her close.

It confuses Santana. She has two daddies.

She doesn't take much time to think about it though, because now it's just her and some other kid left in the classroom, and she starts crying so hard, she just about has a panic attack. She sits down on the ground and pulls her legs up to her chest, burying her face in her arms.

Seconds later, a warm hand in on her arm, and she flinches at the contact, "Baby girl whats wrong?" The voice asks frantically. It's her mommy.

She jumps up from the floor and lunges herself at the woman, almost knocking her over. "I thought you forgot me!" Santana cries, burying her face int he woman's neck.

Gloria lets out a chuckle at her daughters over dramatic attitude, but feels a little bad. She was running a little later than she'd planned, but she got caught in traffic. She'd just have to start leaving work earlier. "Baby, i'd never forget you." She reassures her, squeezing Santana tighter. "I love you so much." She tells her, placing a kiss on top of Santana's head. "You ready to go and get some ice cream?" She asks, pulling back slightly from her daughter to see the small Latina nod her head as she wipes at her eyes. "Go and get your stuff." She instructs her.

Gloria watches her daughter rush over to the cubbies with their things, and she walks over to Mrs. Williams. "How was she? Did she cry all day?" She asks concerned.

The woman shakes her head, "No, she was fine. She didn't really want to play or anything but she didn't cry." She assures her. "She even made a new little friend. She didn't start crying again until her friend left a few minutes ago." She adds, making Gloria's eyes widen.

"She made a friend?" She asks with a smile. She was definitely shocked, because Santana never seemed to get along with other children. She liked to keep to herself, no matter how much Gloria had tried to get her to make friends.

Mrs. Williams nods her head for conformation. "Her name is Brittany Pierce." She informs the woman. "Very sweet little girl. Her parents seem like really nice people also." She adds.

Gloria nods her head and smiles as she watches Santana run back over to her. "Let's go!" She shouts, grabbing her mother's hand, and dragging her out of the classroom.

"Mama you were a baby." Sugar says with a giggle, making Santana tickle her. The little girl shrieks with laughter, and Santana chuckles as she stops, letting the girl catch her breath. "I was a big girl on my first day of school." Sugar says proudly.

Santana can't help but grin, "Yes you were." She says just as proudly. "You're just like your mommy. You were so excited. You wanted to be everyone's friend." She says fondly. She remembers when she and Brittany had taken Sugar to her first day of kindergarten. Santana had been more of a wreck than Sugar. She was there last baby, and she wasn't a baby anymore. It was a very emotional day for the two of them. Brittany luckily held it together better than Santana had. Santana really was a big baby.

"I was a big boy too." Charlie says brightly, and Santana nods her head at him, giving him a smile, scrunching her nose up cutely.

"Yes, yes, your mama is a big baby." Santana says rolling her eyes. The kids let out giggles, and Remy snorts, making Santana narrow her eyes. "You missy." She says pointing to the eldest, making her stop laughing. "You were just as big of a baby as I was." She informs them. "You cried almost the entire day." She says with a smirk. "You cried every day for two weeks straight."

Remy rolls her eyes, and folds her arms over her chest. "You're lying." She challenges.

Santana raises a brow. "Okay, let's just ask your mom when she gets home." Santana suggests with a shrug. "You wouldn't let go of me, and kept telling me that you'd never do anything bad again, if I would just take you back home with me." Santana recalls with a laugh.

Remy's face turns bright red as her sibling laugh at her, but she rolls her eyes and scoffs, trying to make it look like it didn't affect her. "Whatever." She breaths out, flipping her hair behind her shoulder.

Santana and her mother sit down at one of the tables in the ice cream shop. It's one of the ones against the window that is super tall. Santana always chooses to sit at these tables rather than the ones in the middle that are normal height.

She situates herself on the stool, and smiles down excitingly at her chocolate ice cream. It's covered in brownies, gummy bears and chocolate syrup, drenched with whipped cream. She licks her lips at the sight of it, and grabs her spoon, digging in without a second thought.

"So, your teacher says, you made a new friend today." Gloria says, eyeing her daughter across the table as she takes a bite of her own ice cream. The brunette simply shrugs as she dangles a gummy worm above her head before dropping it in her mouth. "She said her name is Brittany." Gloria pushes, trying to get something out of the little girl, but Santana stays silent as she shovels in the ice cream, seemingly not phased by what her mother was saying. "Maybe we can invite her to our house one day to play?" She suggests.

This makes Santana stop, and look up at her. "She isn't my friend." The younger Latina answers grimly. She starts pushing her ice cream around with the spoon, a frown forming on her face. "She said peanut butter and banana is gross." Santana says sadly.

Gloria smiles and tries to hold in a chuckle, because her daughter was obviously torn up by this. "Maybe, you should let her try it one day." She suggests with a shrug. "I'm sure she'll love it as much as you."

"And daddy?" Santana asks with hopeful eyes.

Gloria smiles and nods her head. "and as much as daddy." She confirms with a nod.

A/N: Okay, please review and let me know what you guys think and if you'd like me to continue! (:

This will pretty much be nothing but fluff, maybe slight drama in the teenage years.

Also older Brittany will be in it soon! (: