Please pick 1 post size.
Make a House a Home

britt-in-nyc:

Brittany places a hand on her chest, feigning shock at her fiance’s accusation. “When have I ever made fun of you baby?” She giggles and looks back to the matching pots and pans. “Seriously though, I need some good pans if I am going to have myself a wife to cook for.” Her attention draws back to Santana again, a small grin spreading across her lips, curious to see if she was able to come up with some witty remark to that.

image

Wit fails Santana entirely. Instead she just beams at Brittany and rises up on her toes to place a small kiss at the corner of her lips. “I love hearing you say that Britt. Wife.” Rocking back on her heels she takes Brittany’s hand and leads her away. “Lucky for us, that’s what wedding gifts are for. Trust, we’ll be rolling deep in more kitchen appliances than any self respecting lesbian can manage. “Maybe we should stick to the furniture. That’s what we came here for originally right? Come on we can totally go make out on one of the beds and see how many people complain about us.”

Make a House a Home

britt-in-nyc:

Brittany’s smirk grows into an amused smile as she places the colourful plates back in their places. She was preparing to send out another witty comeback in her fiance’s direction, but with a quick glance to the now vacant space beside her, Brittany’s smug amusement is replaced with a genuine smile. “That’s a pretty sexy blender.” The blonde steps up next to Santana again, getting a closer look at the sleek machine. “A guess sexy blenders come at a price.” Brittany motions to the price and giggles. “And who was just berating me about wanting a designer comforter?” She plants a kiss into smooth, dark hair before stepping to the side to take a look at some pans. “But then again, how awesome would hosting a dinner party be with that sexy blender and these sexy pans to match?”

image

"Only you could call kitchen crap sexy and make it believable." She follows her over to the pans, fingers running against black ceramic almost lovingly. "I cant totally see it. People would be shocked and awed that we could put on the sexiest dinner party like ever. And when they won’t stop complimenting us we can tell them we hired a five star chef or some shit, because we’re successful as fuck like that." Her eyes narrow at Brittany, "Wait, are you making fun of me right now Britt Britt?" 

Make a House a Home

britt-in-nyc:

Brittany furrows her brows together in a mock glare, though she can’t quite keep the smile off her lips. “I call your bluff, Lopez.” She leads them in to the store, heading straight to work. “You know you wanted that comforter just as much, it took like no convincing on my end. It was pretty. I feel like we are living in one of those labs where you have to shower before you walk in. I want to make our place a home. Just ours.” She nudges Santana playful as she examines different sets of colourful dishes. Her fiance could try all she wanted, but Brittany knew she was just as excited and willing to decorate their home to be their own, and she had a pretty good idea that Santana would probably get carried away without even realizing it. Because she was totally cute like that. “Quit complaining and help me pick stuff out, or I am buying every single rainbow item I can find.”

image

"Does that mean I can make crazy science with you?" really, she needs to pick up a few more hobbies. She’s spent way too much time sprawled across the couch with Oscar watching damn tv shows. Not sure that Brittany got her reference she lets out a heavy sigh and steps up to inspect the dishes that have caught her fiance’s eyes. Her gaze snaps immediately to her side and though she can tell by the smirk on Brittany’s face that she’s joking, she has enough sense to look scandalized. "Don’t you dare. We are not living in a pride parade float! God." She grabs both of Brittany’s hands and holds them hostage behind her back "Do you think we need new dishes? We took all of your cooking stuff from Quinn’s, but like, I think we could totally use a few more pots and pans. And we could make the best smoothies with that blender." She let’s go of Brittany’s hand and steps up to the blender in question. It’s way too high tech and fancy for what they need, but…. "Think of the margaritas we could make with this baby. Hello tequila Tuesday. Oh! Look! It comes in red."

Make a House a Home

britt-in-nyc:

Brittany always found Ikea exciting, even if she was just going in to look and even when she was younger. It was like Disney Land, but with furniture and bed clothes. Now is a little bit different though, her and Santana are going together, as a couple shopping for their own place. All of their things had finally been unpacked and put in their places, and the jungle of boxes had been disassembled and removed from the living room. Their new home was actually starting to look and feel like home, so now was the next step. All of the walls were plain white and rather bare, aside from a few pictures they had hung in places. They’ve only really been living there a few weeks, but Brittany was starting to feel like she was taking up residence in some sort of sterile science lab and being the happy, bubbly Brittany S. Pierce, her living arrangements were going to need a bit more colour and livening up. With a stop for paint already out of the way, Ikea is next on the list. “Remember.” Brittany warns with a large smirk, glancing sidelong at her fiance beside her. “We are on a budget, got it?” She lifts Santana’s hand in her own and kisses just below the sparkling ring in her finger. “Wouldn’t want to have to call off the wedding.”

image

 Santana rolls her eyes at Brittany’s antics, playfully snatching her hand back with a scandalized scoff. “Like you would. You’re totally excited to be marrying this fine piece of ass.” She swats at Brittany before linking their fingers back together and moving towards the entrance to Ikea. “You’d totally marry me at the courthouse if you had to.” Her smile is smug, triumphant, though a small pang of insecurity flickers through her even as the words leave her lips. Damn David and his dumb mouth and British worthy teeth. “Besides, I don’t even know what you’re talking about, I have no problems staying within budget.” The mass of bags currently sitting on the floor of their new living room begs to differ that particular point, but Santana’s not about to concede. She’s allowed to be excited. She’s been waiting to start her life with Brittany for over eight years. As far as she’s concerned this whole production is so far overdue. So what if she wants to do it a little justice. 

"I’ll remind you, you’re the one who insisted on that designer comforter we just bought. We totally could have used our bedset from the old apartment."

❤ puckemhard and 20 others like this 

@snixpix Spent our first night in a blanket fort! As if you didn’t see that one coming. (via instagram)

↳  3 more comments

@Quinnocence AKA neither of you could figure out how to put the frame together could you?

This is It

britt-in-nyc:

Brittany grins widely as their lips part, and she licks the taste of the kiss away before walking after Santana to the bed, well mattress with bed bits around it, but why wait until the room is set up before christening it? Brittany didn’t see any rules. “I’m going to forget you said something mean to Oscar and climb into this mattress with you now.” She crawls over Santana and kisses her lips deeply again, mumbling into the kiss. “Do we have protection though because I don’t think we are quite ready for puppies and babies. One step at a time.”

image

Santana laughs into the kiss. She scoots further onto the bed and fists her hand in Brittany’s shirt drawing her closer. “I think I’ll take my chances.” 

This is It

britt-in-nyc:

Brittany bounces in Santana’s arms, her smiling growing  even more. “Really? I was worried you’d say no, but imagine a puppy all our own? Getting to name it and walk it and play with it. Take it to the park and teach it tricks.” She was bouncing again, wrapping her arms around Santana in a tight hug. “Oscar is going to hate us.”Brittany giggles, pressing her forehead to to her fiance’s and rubbing their noses together.

image

"Yeah, cause I totally say no to you, like, ever? Besides, if it makes Oscar’s life hell, I am so down." She bounces with Brittany and then claims her lips for a deep kiss. "An engagement, an apartment, and a dog. This is it Britt Britt, we are really starting a life together, just like we used to talk about." She steps back and takes both of Brittany’s hands in her own tugging her towards the bed. "Next thing you know we’ll have little rugrats running around and bills up to our tits." The last part is a joke, but even so, she can’t imagine doing anything more mundane with anyone else. Santana lets go of Brittany’s hand and flops down on the mattress, pushing the shoes she’s accumulated out of the way and beckoning her forward with a finger. "Screw it, let’s unpack tomorrow. I think I’d rather celebrate the future with my future wife."

This is It

britt-in-nyc:

Brittany laughs at that, not wanting to worry Santana. It obviously wasn’t anything to get too nervous or serious about and she suddenly felt a bit silly for her nerves, but at the same time it’d be a big step for them. Sure they had just moved into their own place, and sure they had a super grumpy cat and two fish to call their own, but in a way this was almost bigger than all that, more special. Not to say all of that wasn’t completely special and a big part of their lives together. This was like one step below babies in Brittany’s opinion, with all the needed care and attention. She goes back to sorting the clothes, not wanting to worry Santana, before she continues speaking. “I mean it`s not a huge deal, well it is, but not in a way that you have to worry. I was just thinking.. what if we got a puppy?”

image

"A puppy?" Santana’s mouth falls open. "What the devil cat isn’t enough to satisfy you anymore?" Still, Santana can’t help but grin. She’d be lying if she said she didn’t already miss Quinn’s dog. Besides, Oscar wasn’t really their cat, not really at least. Oscar had been a gift from Britt’s parents after Tubs had passed away, and while the fish currently sitting in their kitchen were technically their fish, owning a dog together was one of those ‘first steps’ a lot of couples made. Santana sets down the pair of heels in her hand and pushes herself to her feet. Within seconds she’s in front of Brittany and pulling her close. "I think that is the second best idea you’ve had all day Britt. I’d love to get a dog with you."

This is It

britt-in-nyc:

"Psh since when is that true?" Brittany looks appalled by the accusation as she slits the tape open with Santana’s knife. "Totally always your fault. Remember when I challenged you the last time and you barely lasted a week? You came to the end of one of my lessons and we had sex and spent the night there. All you, Lopez so don’t start with me." The blonde can’t help but smirk at the memory, sticking her tongue out playfully at Santana when she looks her way. Totally adult like. She sets to work pulling clothes from the box and placing them into the dresser drawers, which had already been assembled and pushed against one wall. "Hey, S?" Brittany pauses in her clothes sorting and looks up, biting her lip. She always thought about bringing it up as a joke to gauge Santana’s reaction, but Brittany found that the more she thought about it the more she was nervous for a negative response.

image

"You put on a fake mustache, you know i can’t resist a man in a mustache." Her eyes roll again, separating her shoes from Brittany’s into piles.

Brittany’s tone catches her off guard and she looks up, brows furrowed in confusion. “What’s up Britt Britt? Why do you look so serious, I swear, whatever you found, it isn’t mine.”

This is It

britt-in-nyc:

Brittany lifts a box labeled bedroom into her arms and heads in that direction, talking over her shoulder to Santana as she does so. “Alright, no touching until the room is unpacked. Think you’re up for the challenge, Miss Lopez?” She places the box in the middle of the room and turns around, an eyebrow raised in question and challenge. “Because I don’t think you can do it.”

image

"No, I’m most definitely not up for the challenge." She laughs before grabbing a box and following Brittany into the room. Their bed frame lies in pieces around the mattress in the middle of the floor and it looks so welcoming that Santana is tempted to drop the box and just flop onto it. Instead she sets the box down and reaches for her pocket knife, flipping it open and cutting through the duct-tape. "Can you blame me?" She passes the knife to Brittany and sets about pulling items out and lying them on the bed next to her. "And I will remind you Miss Pierce, that it is you who usually can’t keep her hands to herself."