A/N: Just a short introduction into their world! I'm loving the dynamic between these four characters! We've seen the friendship between Finchel and Kurt, of course, but it's so much fun figuring out Santana's new place as part of their little family! Enjoy!

"Hold up, Berrylicious," Santana smirked as she walked into my room, "Do NOT tell me you're wearing that out tonight." I looked down at my pink dress and pumps, confused. I for one thought I looked like the epitome of class.

"What are you talking about, Santana?" I turned to inspect my reflection from behind, "This is my favorite dress."

"Oh yeah, completely precious," she said, rolling her eyes, "C'mon, Rachel. We're not in fucking Lima, Ohio anymore, this is New York City, Manhattan, the Big ass Apple!"

"I know where we-"

"Kurt, get your cute ass in here!" San yelled over her shoulder, interrupting me as she walked across the room to pull open mine and Finn's closet, tossing sweaters, shoes, and even a pair of Finn's jeans over her shoulder, "I'm sure you've got something sexy in here, Mrs. Hud."

"Stop, you're making a me-"

"Ladies, do I hear squabbling in here?" Kurt asked, leaning against the doorframe. "Oh dear Lord, Rachel, you can't wear that tonight.""Kurt, you helped me pick it out!" I argued, turning back to the mirror. Was it really that bad?

"Yes, sweetie," he agreed, walking up behind me and resting his hands on my shoulders, "for a date night with your oversized husband, a stroll through central park, a Broadway matinee-"

"The nursing home?"

"Shut it, Satan," Kurt laughed before turning back to me, "but we're going out tonight, Rachel. Out out. On the town in New York City. You can't go clubbing wearing this."

"Rach?" We heard Finn yell as he opened the door to our apartment, "Hey, Rach-Oh." He paused in our doorway, raising his eyebrow when he saw Santana kneeling in a pile of discarded outfits and Kurt playing with my hair whispering "upswept. I think you need to go with upswept tonight."

"Honey, I'm home," Santana teased, ducking back into our closet.

"Um, yep," Finn replied, sticking his hands in his pockets, "So, what's going on here? I thought we were going out tonight."

"Oh, we are," Kurt assured him, joining Santana in the closet, "We just need a minute."

"But this is my room."

"Listen up, Chuckles," Santana said, glaring up at him, "We're just trying to get your little wifey over there dressed. As you can see, she needs us." Finn really looked at me for the first time, and I warmed when I saw that familiar smile pulling at the corners of his mouth.

"What the hell are you talking about, 'Tana," Finn said, walking across the room and wrapping his arms around my waist, "She's perfect." I grinned and stretched up on tip-toe to kiss him. I sighed as our lips parted, his tongue gently tracing the inside of my bottom lip-

"Aha! Sex boots! Now we just need to -what the fuck, guys? We're right here." Santana yelled, clapping her hands at us until we broke apart.

"Chill, woman," Finn shot back, a teasing glint in his eye, "I have every right to kiss my wife in our bedroom." He grinned, just as he always did when he said "wife."

"Anyway," Kurt said, clearly trying to pretend that he didn't witness the kiss, "We've got your sex boots, now we just need a sex dress."

"This could be a sex dress," Finn argued, playing with the buttons on the back of the bodice.

"Not helping, thank you," Kurt tugged on his arm, "please leave. We're ready to go, go, go!"

"I've got to get in the shower and get ready too," Finn replied, pulling his arm away from Kurt, "I've still got that subway smell on me." I wrinkled my nose. I was still getting used to the crowded train system."

"Fine." Santana interjected, standing up and tossing her hair over her shoulder, "We'll give you five minutes to get your pale ass in that shower, then we're coming in to take care of your wife." Finn raised an eyebrow, grinning, and I knew he was picturing Santana "taking care of me." I slapped his arm and he blushed, looking down at me.

"Deal," he answered, still blushing. I laughed and wrapped my arms around his middle as our two roommates left the room, closing the door behind them.

"I missed you today," I said softly, smiling up at him. He ran one hand down my arm while he tangled the fingers of the other in my hair, "How was the visit to Adelphi? Still glad you got in?" He just nodded, smiling again. He leaned down to press a sweet kiss to my lips, slowly reaching back to unbutton my dress. He smiled into our kiss as my lips parted in a sigh, and I ran my hands up under his T-shirt. I broke our kiss and stepped out of the dress, still wearing the pumps. Finn grinned and removed his t-shirt, pulling me back to him. I pressed a kiss to his bare chest and felt him reach to unhook my bra when someone pounded on our door.

"No sex for you!" Kurt yelled, and we could hear Santana laugh in the background. "Finn Hudson, if you're not in that shower in ten seconds, so help me God I'll-"

"Okay, okay," Finn groaned, planting a final kiss on the top of my head and opening the top drawer of our dresser to grab a pair of boxers. I laughed as he pretended to pout, and pushed him into the bathroom. He closed the door, then popped his head back out as Kurt started a countdown on the other side of the door.

"Oh, I love you," he smiled, "just so you know."

"5...4...3..."

"I love you, too," I laughed, blowing a kiss in his direction.

"2... 2 again." Finn snapped the bathroom door shut.

"One! Please don't be naked!" Kurt opened the door, relaxing when he saw it was just me in the room. "Did you come to your senses and take the dress off, or did my brother do that?" I blushed and looked down.

"'Swhat I thought," Kurt said with a wink as Santana came into the room.

"Oh dear lord, even her bra is pink," she said with a grin, "at least you're not wearing your handy dandy granny panties!" I rolled my eyes, laughing and turned back to Kurt who smiled at me and clapped his hands.

"Okay, Rachel. Kick those pearly white pumps off, and pull on those boots." I laughed when I recognized the shoes in his hand. I had only worn them a handful of times in my life, but brought them to New York with me because Finn always seemed to like them.

Like, really like them.

"Finally!" Santana said, pulling a pair of skinny jeans and some top out of the closet.

"Jeans?" I asked, "But I thought a dr-"

"Can it," she interrupted, tossing me the jeans, "You're wearing these. You wear dresses every other day. Trust me, these are hot. Show off those curves." I shrugged and tugged them on, then finally saw the top she wanted me to wear.

"No way, Santana," I pleaded, my eyes wide, "nuh-uh." She just grinned, and looked over at Kurt. He laughed, but his eyes were just as wide as mine.

"When did you buy that?" He asked.

"She didn't," Santana answered, taking the top off the hanger and holding it up against her body, "I did. Or, I talked her into buying at least. Our last shopping trip before leaving Lima. Honestly, I had forgotten about it." I stared at it, and swallowed hard. It was a black, backless halter, and had nothing but a loop around the neck and a tie around my middle to hold it up.

"I'm not a whore." I muttered, sending Santana and Kurt into fits of laughter. The top just wasn't me. I wasn't sexy enough to pull of the look, and I knew it. She just shook her head and held it out to me.

"Oh, you can't wear that bra, though," she said, leaving the room. I sat there and stared at the top for a minute, before looking up at Kurt. He just shook his head, trying not to laugh.

"Here ya go," Santana said, tossing something at me, "Stick these puppies under your tatas and it will lift 'em right up. Not that you need them." I blushed again.

"Fine," I said, straightening my shoulders, "I'll do it." My two best friends laughed and continued to help me get ready.

As I was pulling on my boots, listening to Santana and Kurt arguing over how to do my hair, it struck me just how important this little dynamic the four of us had created had become to me. We were a family, albeit a crazy one, the four of us. I smiled as Santana smacked the back of Kurt's head, threatening to go all "Lima heights on his hairless behind."

Santana had been one of the few people who supported Finn and I through the whole wedding thing. She had even held my hand one night when I thought, for a few scary hours, that the whole things was just crazy, that I was insane to think Finn Hudson could really love me forever. She had become my best friend that night, third only to my husband and Kurt, which was a shocking development in itself. I still smile when I remember the shocked "what the fuck?" expressions on the New Directions' faces when we strolled in arm in arm the next day.

So it seemed natural when she decided to pack up and move to New York with Kurt, Finn, and me. It was like it was the plan from the very beginning, like all the fighting, bickering, and bullying we had gone through with her proved how much we all really loved each other. We stuck it out. Now we've been in our little apartment for a whole four weeks, my little family. I don't know how I would have made it if Finn and our "kids" as we called Kurt and 'Tana hadn't come with me to New York.

Sometimes I really wish I could go back in time and tell fifteen year old me to chill. Success was nothing without love and friendship. But things worked out.

"Damn, lady Hudson," Santana smiled, stepping back and putting her hands on her hips, "You are smokin'." I stood up and looked at my reflection in the mirror, instantly blushing. I had to hand it to 'Tana; these jeans do hug me in all the right places. Finn opened the bathroom door, dressed only in his boxers, stopping when he caught my eyes in the mirror.

"Whoa," Finn said, a sexy grin spreading across his face.

"Ugh, put some pants on," Santana groaned as he walked across the room and trailed his fingers down my bare back. I smiled when I could feel him playing with the tie around the waist.

"My room," he said again, kissing my head before grabbing his jeans. He pulled them on, and ran his fingers through his still-wet hair.

"So, do I look like a sad clown hooker?" I asked, only half teasing.

"Not even," he smiled, then turned back to our roomies, "Um, I love you guys and all, but it's weird that you're always in here. I've gotta get dressed, and I'm not really comfortable doing it with y'all in the room."

"So, you strut out here in your underoos, make out with your wife, then put your pants on, and you find it uncomfortable to just put your shirt on with us here?" Santana scoffed, crossing her arms.

"Please?" Finn asked, smiling sweetly. The other two sighed and left, Santana pointing at both of us, then at her eyes in an "I'll be watching you," fashion.

"It's like, impossible to get any fucking privacy anymore," he groaned, pulling a shirt over his head.

"Finn, don't say 'fucking,'" I chastised as I put on big red hoop earrings. Hooker? Whatever, Finn didn't seem to mind.

"Well, you're fucking hot tonight," he teased, drawing out the swear. I couldn't help but smile as he came up behind me and wrapped his arms around my waist, nuzzling his face into my hair.

"You have to say that because I married you," I laughed, turning around to wrap my arms around his neck.

"I have to say it because it's true," he corrected in a whisper, smiling against my lips as he kissed me.

"NAH!" Kurt said through the door, knocking once, "I hear nothing but silence, which with you two, usually only means one thing!"

"Go away, Kurt!" Finn yelled over his shoulder, before kissing me again and pressing his hands to my bare back.

"Yo, I've got our boy here on No-Sex watch!" Santana's voice joined Kurt's, "Seriously, you guys, stop being Mr. and Mrs. Ew and get a move on. Mama wants to get her grinding on." I heard Kurt pretend to gag, and pulled away from Finn with a sigh.

"C'mon, baby," I cooed, taking his hand and pulling him towards the door, "You know they'll never stop until they win."

"But… but the Finchel sex…" he said as I reached for the door knob, "it's been like, years."

"It's been like, one day," I mocked, pulling the door open to find Kurt and Santana leaning against it. They looked at each other, identical grins inching up their faces, then both turned to us and said in unison,

"It's been like, five hours."

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A/N: I hope you all enjoyed my first little chapter! These four are so much fun to write together! I can't wait to watch the characters grow in my story! Reviews, alerts, faves, and all that jazz are always, ALWAYS appreciated! Let me know what you think!