Note: The other day I watched the movie and liked it, so I decided to make a Brittana version. So if you already saw the movie you know what is going to happen. For the people who didn't see the movie I hope you will like it.

Fly me to the Moon

Chapter one: Boston Pops

Quinn is looking at Rachel trying so hard not roll her eyes, she already knew the other girl never runs out of words, but since she and Finn divorced, it got much worse. Quinn is thinking about anything else when she realizes that she doesn't know how long she has been ignoring the brunette sitting next to her. Now she feels bad for her friend, after all Rachel feels lonely and because of that she thought to invite Rachel to dinner with her family.

"What bothers me, is to hear all day, that's a lot of guys want to settle down. Sorry, but I have been looking for 6 months. And well, this is the Sahara." Rachel continues explaining while Quinn nods.

Judy, Quinn's mother entertains herself playing with a feather that decorates her empty dish but she stops when she saw her daughter mouthing "stop". Meanwhile Russel, Quinn's father who's bored as well is playing chess on his Smartphone.

"And I did everything eh! I put all my chances. I go out at night and even took a singles cruise. But I'm not a sailor, I vomited for one week. I registered on dating website, but in those there are only freaks. And I went on blind dates, speed dates, surprise parties, cooking classes…" Rachel continues talking.

"Can you repeat again who is this woman? Judy asked quietly meanwhile grabs Quinn's husband arm.

"This is a new co-worker of Quinn; she's really good at her job and tonight she was alone…" Sam explains.

"Well, she's too much… chatty…. For God's sake" Judy said choosing carefully her words.

"I know." The blond man took his seat.

"Another resolution, I saw a stylist and changed my hairstyle." Rachel is still talking about her life and the Fabray's couple exchanged a knowing look and both sighed. "With Francis my hairdresser, we decided to go for a new haircut that gave me more expressiveness. And I think we succeeded."

"¿I wish he'd shut her mouth?" Russel whispered to Sam and a little smile cross the face of both men.

"I didn't meet anyone, but the important thing is that I learned to open myself to others… And… since my divo… the last 6 mon… were wonderful…."

Rachel starts to sob and put her hands over her face under the astonished gaze of the other people around the table. Quinn is about to try to comfort her friend but Sam stopped her.

"Leave her! Go ahead, it has to come out. Leave her cry" Quinn's husband looks to Rachel.

"I'm sorry, so sorry." A crying Rachel tries to excuse herself "I'm spoiling your dinner."

And that moment there was a round of "No, you are not" or "Don't worry, go ahead", "Come on Rachel, you can do better" trying to comfort the brunette.

"Personally, I'm getting a little bit tired" Judy said.

"Judy!" Sam exclaimed at the same time Russell said "You can't say that!".

"Mom, Rachel just got divorced 6 months ago!" Quinn spoke directly to her mother.

"I know, and I can sense this is the only thing she talked about during 5 months. But I don't understand what the problem is?"

"The problem is that I'm 36 ... and the love of my life dumped me like shit" Rachel says between sobs. "And I'm lonely; I don't meet anyone except the assholes who only want to fuck me…."

Hearing the words 'fuck me' Quinn instantly raises her head towards the other end of the table where is her little daughter. "Sam, our little girl!" Valerie was witnessing the whole exchange in silence.

"Dad, what means fuck?" A little 8 years asked.

Sam is annoyed by the question and Rachel says sorry.

"Honey… It is to cuddle, but a little hard." Sam whispered happy with the explanation that he came up.

"What is hard?" A more confused Valerie asked. "I'll explain later." Sam said and looked back to Rachel.

"Anyways, I will never find someone. I'm going to die alone in New York as I listen Broadway songs surrounded by cats and I don't even like cats." Rachel starts to cry again.

"Well, Rose!" The older woman begins.

"Rachel!" The brunette says offended.

"Well, it doesn't matter. Maybe we know the perfect story for you…" Judy looks to Quinn.

"Fact, for all women in our family the first marriage never lasts." Quinn starts to explain looking Rachel, trying to make her friend stop crying. "It's a curse."

"I think that more than a curse is a matter of luck" Sam says before eating.

"It's a curse!" Quinn repeats "It goes back so long I can't remember when started."

"In 1884 with Adele my great-grandmother" Judy interjected.

"My grandmother, aunts, cousins... All of them had to marry a second time in order to be happy."

"Will I divorce myself?" Valerie asked.

"Of course!" The four blondes said to the little girl.

"Don't say that to her!" Rachel said that looking at the others, feeling displaced.

"I was the second one! And grandpa too." Sam said, touching his father in law's shoulder while Russel nods. "And one of them tried to avoid the curse."

"Who is it?" Rachel asked puzzled.

"My cousin, Santana. It began 10 years ago. She met Noah, during her last year of college. He was this badass with a golden heart; tall, handsome and an older than her. Very quickly he became her lover, her boyfriend, her everything. Soon, she moved in with him and his apartment became their home. They work together. Well, in fact, they do everything together. For 10 years they always did the same: Monday was for bowling, Tuesday for Breadstix, Wednesday for Pictionary, Thursday morning for the gym, Friday for going out to dance and Saturday…. Well, I spare you the details."

"In short, Noah was the love of her life. But he was also her first, so she decided not to marry him in order to keep their relationship safe." Judy completed the story. "She successfully avoided the curse in her own way."

"But after some time, it lacked something. At first, no having kids weren't a big problem, but at some point, Santana realizes she really wanted kids and in a few months it became an obsession."


"Plenty of couples have children without being married." Santana said.

"Look babe, my mother already thinks we live in sin, if we have a child without being married, it will be the devil's seed" Noah hugged Santana. "I'm sure she will splash holy water each time she comes to visit us. Can you imagine a toddler with a raincoat?" Santana chuckled lightly. "In Puckerman's family it has always been marriage first and kids after, you know that." Santana growled. "You only have to do one thing, marry me."

"You know I can't do that."


"The discussion lasted a few more months until Santana gave up." Quinn goes on with the story while the others eat."


"We loved each other for 10 years, we know each other. Nothing will happen between Puck and me." Santana is pouring coffee for her mother, aunt and Quinn, and she isn't sure who is trying to convince her family or herself. "A small nice wedding and everything is going to be okay."

Maribel, Santana's mother; lights a cigarette, trying to avoid her daughter's look.

"When did you start to smoke?" A surprised Quinn asked to her aunt.

"Now" Maribel answered.

"I don't know what happened to me!" Santana takes her mother's cigarettes and give a puff.

"You two were so happy; I thought you found the key. You were the example for all the women in our family." Santana's mother said with sadness in her voice.

"I know I know…. But I want have children with Noah." Santana said.

"It will be nice to raise your children when you are on your own!" Judy said.

"Mum!" Quinn snapped.

Meanwhile his fianceé was talking to her family, Puck was fixing the tree house window that Santana had in the back yard of her parents' house.

"What's up bro?" Sam greeted but quickly adds. "How dare you to say the 'Yes, I do', knowing what you know about the curse!"

"Don't tell me that you believe in that bullshit too?"

"No, no, no." Sam shook his head. "But I'm glad being the second one." Sam starts hammering on the other side of the tree house, when he remembered something. "Marry me!"

"What?"

"Marry me by Bruno Mars; it would be the song when Santana walks down the aisle in the church."

"Sorry, we'll hire a DJ but you could do your impressions during the wedding reception if you want." Puck offered.

"Certainly not! And yes, I will make my impressions, but don't tell Quinn about it."


"Sorry, I can not see the connection between the relationship, the DJ and the impressions." Rachel said, a little bit confused.

Quinn and Judy can't believe that Sam stole the storytelling from them.

"I told you to stop explaining this meaningless anecdote Sam!" Quinn chastises her husband.

"A story is a faceted prism!" The man defends himself.

"Where was I?" Quinn ignores Sam.

"Pops." Judy answered.

"Oh yes! You know you can get married and divorce in 30 minutes in Boston. That's what Santana would do. Express marriage and then divorce. We called it Operation Boston Pops."