A/N: Wow, thanks for the great response to the first chapter everyone! I'm glad you all enjoyed the wedding, I was really hoping it turned out well.

Sorry this took me a while, I found this one hard to write. It's not my favorite and there's not a ton of action but I really needed to lay the foundation for where they are in their lives to start out this new story so that was the main goal here. After this I can start really getting into the storylines I have set up for this one.

Anyways, hope you guys enjoy and thanks again for all of your comments, they're extremely encouraging when I get a little stuck! :-) I appreciate all of your reviews/comments/questions so please always feel free to contact me on here or tumblr - therewasamouseinmine [dot] tumblr [dot] com


May 2019

Santana took a sip of her wine and put in on the table next to her as she settled back into the couch. She sighed, turning the page of the contract she held before ruffling Sebastian's fur where he sat next to her. He purred, rolling over to allow her access to his belly as he inched closer to her.

"You're such a mushbag." He rubbed his head into her hand and curled around it in response and she smirked before turning her attention back to the paper.

Almost 2 years after their wedding, Brittany and Santana had settled into their adult lives with relative ease.

Santana, having been interning for her last two years of school, easily slid into a job at the agency once she got her Bachelor's degree and worked while going to school for her masters over the next two years. Once she graduated she was able to get a bump in her position and with the connections she had made was well on her way. She was given a few smaller clients in the to start with and after much convincing was as able to get Rachel to sign with her as well, which was a score since she brought in her own client.

Brittany for her part didn't slip into work quite as easily, but didn't exactly struggle either as she took a much more casual approach. With focus on the upcoming wedding, she spent most of her first year after school bartending and dancing here and there on the side. She kept her job at the bar for most of the year after as well, but was able to find a little bit more steady work. Now, a couple years later she'd finally landed a spot in the company of a new Broadway show with Santana's help.

While Rachel and Finn found it more productive to move further uptown to the midtown area so they could be closer to the theater district, Santana and Brittany had still opted to keep their apartment for the time being. They had intentions of buying something when they were ready, but for now they found the apartment still suited them fine and it was fairly inexpensive.

Now on a Wednesday evening in early May, Santana sat reading over some paperwork as she waited for Brittany to come home. She took another small sip of wine as she turned the next page. A few minutes later she heard the sound of a key in the front door and watched as Ariel hopped up from the loveseat and sped off to greet Brittany.

"Hey little one." She heard Brittany say from the hall as Ariel cried up at her. A moment later she appeared in front of her, with the petite calico cat bundled in her arms. "Hey baby." She greeted her with a smile.

"Hey." Santana said grinning back and tossing her papers aside as Sebastian scrambled up to rub up against Brittany's legs. "How was your night?"

"It was good." Brittany said, placing Ariel down and kissing the top of Sebastian's head before plopping herself into Santana's lap and kissing her hello. She grinned as she reached forward and took a sip of Santana's wine before kissing her once more. "But I'm glad to be home."

"Well, I'm glad you're home too." She said, squeezing her arms around Brittany's waist.

Brittany had been working on her first Broadway show for about four months now and they were still adjusting to the schedule. With her working 8 shows a week and Santana working days, some that occasionally spilled into nights, including some occasional travel, it was definitely an adjustment.

"I missed you." Brittany spoke into her lips softly, kissing her slowly before pulling back to run her eyes over Santana's face. She pecked her nose and looked to the side. "What's that?" she asked, nodding towards the papers on the couch.

"Some contract proposal for Rachel." She shrugged. "I've been promising her I'd read it for a while, but I haven't had the chance." Brittany smiled.

"She must be thrilled." Brittany commented sarcastically and Santana rolled her eyes.

"Yes, she still thinks she's my top priority of course." She sighed. "Remind me why I wanted to be her agent again?"

"Because she's talented and she's going to make you mucho dinero one day." Santana smirked.

"Mucho dinero huh?" Brittany nodded as Santana met her lips. "You're cute."

"Yeah?"

"Uh-huh." Santana said, pressing a kiss to her temple.

"My muscles are all achy." Brittany groaned.

"We could go take a bath before bed?" Santana offered, nuzzling into her and Brittany nodded.

"That sounds totally amazing."

"You sit." Santana said, sliding out from other her and placing a parting kiss to her forehead. "You can have my wine. I'll go run it and come get you."

"Thanks." Brittany said. "You're the best."

"That's why you married me." Santana winked before heading down the hall.


"Ugh, what is that sound?" Brittany whined, pulling a pillow tightly over her head. "Make it stop Santana." She begged, muffled from underneath the pillow.

Santana muttered under her breath in Spanish as she scrambled to find her phone next to the table.

"Hello?" she answered. "Oh! Jackie, hey! Sorry, were we….were we supposed to meet?" she asked sleepily, flipping open the calendar on her blackberry. "Oh no I wasn't sleeping."

"Ugh." Brittany groaned. "It's six thirty! You were totally sleeping!" she whispered with aggravation but Santana just widened her eyes and motioned for her to be quiet.

"Sure. Sure. That's fine with me." Santana nodded. "Okay, I'll see you at noon. Perfect. I'll be there. Bye." She said, tossing the phone on the table and falling back into bed with a sigh.

"That girl is so annoying." Santana furrowed her brow. "Why is she calling you at 6:30 AM? Oh let me guess, she needs to meet you today!"

"She's my top client Britt, she can call any time she wants." Brittany rolled her eyes.

"She's so psycho. She thinks you're her slave. "

"She's an up and coming musician and I'm lucky to have gotten her, so for all for all intents and purposes, I kind of am. What's your issue with her anyway?"

"Nothing, she's just kind of a bitch. I don't get a good vibe from her." Santana smirked and pecked her lips.

"Baby, are you jealous of Jackie?"

"Well, I mean it's obvious she has a huge crush on you, but I'm not jealous of her. She's just a little 18 year old trampy wannabe pop star." Santana laughed.

"Aww, Britt, she doesn't have a crush on me." She said, tangling further into her and pecking her lips once more. Brittany shot her a knowing look and she sighed. "Okay, okay, maybe a tiny one."

"She blatantly flirts with you in front of me and she even asked you out." Santana opened her mouth to speak but Brittany shook her head. "It was so not a work date." She laughed. "She acts like I don't even exist when she seems me."

"She's just a kid. She's not even gay." Brittany laughed.

"She's not exactly straight either. I seem to remember you and her publicist putting out some rumors about her and that actress that were pretty true."

"Whatever," Santana said dismissively, "you have absolutely nothing to worry about because you're my wife and you're stuck with me forever." She nuzzled her nose. "Besides, I'm not even remotely interested or attracted to her."

"Good." Brittany smiled. "But she should still learn to back up when it comes to calling here at inappropriate hours. And if she flirts with you in front of me anymore…you can expect her to feel my wrath."

"Your wrath?" Santana chuckled.

"Yes. Don't laugh. She knows Monday's my off day and you work from home, so she finds a way to get you to meet her every Monday. Somehow or another you guys always end up with a meeting on a Monday somewhere away from the house." Santana considered for a moment.

"I think that's reaching sweetie."

"Whatever makes you feel good about it, but I'm just calling it as it is." Brittany shrugged. "So you're going to brunch with her again?" Santana nodded and frowned.

"Sorry. I'll be back right after."

"It's fine." She smiled. "It's work, you do what you have to." Santana nodded. "I'll go to the gym and meet you back here after. Maybe I can spend some time reminding you why you wanted to be stuck with me in the first place." A wide grin spread across Santana's face.

"I could be down with that."


"Have you had a chance to review my contracts?" Rachel asked from her spot on the couch in Brittany and Santana's apartment on Tuesday.

"I haven't had a chance." Rachel scowled.

"Frankly Santana, if I knew I was going to be at the bottom of your list, I would have signed with another agency." She huffed.

"Are you threatening me?" Santana shot.

"No. But I'm merely pointing out that I haven't been getting the level of attention one would expect for a top talent like myself." Santana sighed.

"Rachel, I give you more attention than anyone else would because I know you personally. You wouldn't be a blip on the radar in another firm."

"I hardly believe that someone who graduated from Julliard with my credentials and vocal ability would be ignored."

"You're an aspiring Broadway actress who's yet to land an on Broadway chorus role. You need a reality check." Rachel huffed.

"Maybe if my agent was better at her job, I'd already have landed a role."

"Maybe if you stopped focusing on getting a lead role and started accepting that you need to work your way up, you'd be getting somewhere." She spat back, before pausing. "This argument is pointless. I've read both offers and I think we need to go back and discuss details with both."

"I want the lead role."

"It's off Broadway. I'd prefer to see you take the role in Chicago."

"You want me to play a character that has extremely limited lines, only one of which is in English!"

"You get a whole death scene!"

"Yes, and you probably just want to watch it!"

"I want you to take this role because it's a Broadway play and it's the perfect opportunity for you to start getting experience. And honestly, I hear the Velma role is unstable right now. If they like you, there's a chance you could slip into it."

"I don't want to waste any more time on chances. I'm nearly 25 years old Santana, time is ticking." Santana sighed.

"How did your commercial auditions go?"

"Fine, but I don't want to be a commercial actress!" she insisted.

"Neither does Brittany but she's taken in a bunch of money appearing in the ones I've gotten her over the past couple years. It's a good way to get your face out there." She smirked. "And look at her now - she's got a steady Broadway job in a brand new play that's nominated for a Tony award."

"Stop showing off."

"I'm not showing off, I'm suggesting you take my advice a little bit seriously. We don't owe an answer immediately and there are still some things I'd like to contact them on. I suggest you think it over a little more before making a final decision."

"I've been waiting to play the lead in Evita my entire life. Everything I've done has worked up to this very moment. I will not turn it down."

"I thought your whole life was working up to you playing the lead in a Broadway production."

"There are phases of my plan Santana. Surely, you must know this by now."

"Oh, I'm familiar. Trust me."

"Hey guys!" Brittany said, opening the door and coming over to place a kiss on Santana's lips.

"Hi Brittany." Rachel greeted.

"How was your workout?" Santana asked.

"Awesome, but I lost track of time and now I have to run. I'm going to take a quick shower and head to the theater." Santana nodded.

"Go ahead."

Rachel and Santana continued to review some material and Brittany appeared 15 minutes later with her bag over her shoulder.

"Sorry to be in and out Rach, I'd really love to talk but I gotta go." She frowned.

"No worries, I completely understand." Rachel smiled. "The show must go on." Santana rolled her eyes.

"You are just one giant ball of cliché."

"Hey, did you ask her about Thursday?" Brittany asked, looking over to Santana who just sighed.

"Britt wanted to know if you guys wanted to meet up after the show, since…you know we haven't hung out much recently. Apart from these lovely work meetings of course."

"Oh, well let me check with Finn but I think that would be good for us. We should definitely hang out! It's been a while!"

"Yeah." Santana said with little enthusiasm. "Sure."

"I promise, no talk of work or contracts!" Santana stifled a laugh.

"Believe that when I see it."

"Awesome!" Brittany said. "I'll call you to set up the details tomorrow."

"Sounds good." Rachel nodded.

"Okay, I really have to go now." She ran over to kiss Santana once more. "I'll see you when I get in?"

"Of course." Santana smiled and watched as her wife left the apartment, locking the door behind her.

"She's so busy lately." Rachel commented, as she noticed Santana looking after Brittany sadly. "I feel like I hardly get to see her."

"You're telling me." Santana said. "Sure you want to be on Broadway Berry?" she joked.

"Are you finding it challenging? For you guys I mean?" Rachel asked curiously and Santana shrugged and looked down, picking at the hem of her shirt.

"I don't know. I mean, we're fine, but it's been an adjustment now that she has steady work. It's just our schedules are totally opposite right now and it's been like that for a few months. And it's not really going to change as long as she does this."

"I can imagine it must be a bit difficult. I mean, something that I actually appreciate about Finn's job is that he's been working long enough to almost manipulate his own hours at this point. When I get steady work he'll be able to adjust his hours to work with mine." Santana nodded.

"Yeah, for us, not so much."

"Well, Brittany doesn't have the desire to do this permanently. I mean, she's stated herself numerous times that she ultimately wants to teach."

"I know, that's why I want to keep my mouth shut about it for now."

"Well that's noble, but Santana you can't let your marriage go to shambles while you wait either."

"I'm not letting my marriage go to shambles Rachel. God, do you ever take a breather from the drama? We're fine." She stressed.

"I'm just saying."

"Well maybe you should stop lecturing me about my marriage. I'm madly in love with Brittany and I always have been. This is temporary and we'll deal with it." Rachel sighed.

"Santana, I'm not telling you how to run your marriage - not at all and I'm certainly not suggesting you two aren't in love. But I'm saying, letting problems start to build up is not the way to handle things. You still need to make sure you spend time together and work on your relationship no matter how much you love each other and trust me I know more than anyone that you both adore each other. Maybe you just need to find a way to adjust your daily lives to make this work for you."

"We'll see. I don't even know how long Brittany wants to do this for." She shrugged. "We talked about having kids a few years after we got married. I know Brittany doesn't want to continue this once we do. I'm not even sure how much she likes it now."

"I'm not suggesting that you ask her to stop or do anything radical. But maybe just talk about it?" She suggested. "I've noticed you seem kind of sad lately. That's all."

"Maybe it's just because I'm around you." She said, the joke evident in her eyes.

"Maybe." Rachel said with a grin. "But you did approach me about representing me, so it's kind of your own fault."

"True." Santana said with a chuckle. "I kind of made my own bed there. I guess I have to lie in it."


Santana woke to the feeling of soft lips being pressed to her cheek and forehead on Thursday morning and her eyes lightly fluttered open to meet her favorite blue ones.

"Hey." Brittany said with a grin, kissing her on the lips this time.

"Mmm, what are you doing up so early?" Brittany shrugged in response.

"Don't know. I just couldn't sleep anymore."

"So you decided I shouldn't either?" Santana teased.

"Well, I never get to see you. So I thought I'd see you now." She said easily, squeezing Santana's waist under her tank top. "Sorry I was late last night. You were out like a light."

"I don't even remember coming to bed." Santana said, looking around and Brittany giggled.

"Well, probably because you didn't. I carried you here. You were passed out on the couch watching a 'Say Yes to the Dress' marathon."

"Psssh, I wasn't watching that crap. It must have come on after I fell asleep."

"Uh-huh." Brittany laughed knowingly.

"Whatever." Santana rolled her eyes and Brittany kissed her softly, allowing them to trade long, unhurried kisses for the next few minutes.

"I love kissing you." Brittany said with a grin. "I've been making out with you for like 10 years and I'm totally not tired of it."

"Me neither." Santana grinned and reached up to meet their lips again. "Not even a little."

"Do you think it'll always be like this?" Brittany asked, biting her lip with concern.

"Like what? Will we always like making out with each other? I hope so." She laughed.

"No but like, I mean even after all these years I never get sick of being around you. When I'm not with you I miss you and I want to jump you pretty much all of the time." Santana smirked and Brittany swatted at her. "No, but really. Like I know I'll always love you but people always say things about how all this good stuff goes away."

"It does for a lot of people. But if I still feel like a hormonal teenager every time I see you now, I don't see it going away babe. And I'll always want to be with you because you're like my other half. You make everything better." Brittany smiled.

"You're so sweet." She said pressing a gentle kiss to her lips.

"Only to you." Santana whispered back against Brittany's.

"Mmm, what time do you have to get up?" Santana eyed the clock and groaned. "That soon, huh?"

"Like 5 minutes." She sighed. "I thought it was earlier."

"That sucks." Brittany pouted.

"I'll make it up to you tonight." Santana said, stroking her cheek.

"We have late dinner and drinks with Finn and Rachel tonight."

"Ughhhh." Santana groaned. "I knew I shouldn't have let you plan that."

"We haven't seen them in a while." Brittany shrugged.

"I haven't had any time with you in a while either."

"I'll be there too." Santana narrowed her eyes.

"You know what I mean."

"Yeah." Brittany said with a sigh. "Oh well." She bit her lip. "Oh by the way, your mom called me yesterday."

"She did?" Santana asked curiously. Her mom and Brittany got along great now, but usually if she was calling she wanted something. Brittany nodded.

"Yeah, she wants us to go back to Lima for some family reunion." Santana rolled her eyes.

"Not happening. I told her a million times already it's not happening." She said with frustration.

"Why didn't you tell me about the reunion?" Brittany frowned. "We should go!"

"And see my abuela and the rest of my gay hating, unaccepting conservative family?" she shook her head. "No thanks, I'm not subjecting myself to that and I certainly won't subject you to it." She said, pecking her lips before getting up and switching off her alarm.

"But Santana-"

"But nothing Britt. It's not happening." She sighed. "I liked it better when my mom didn't call us."

"Not funny."

"Whatever." She said making her way into the bathroom and turning on the shower.

"Baby, your aunts and uncles came to our wedding and they were really nice."

"Yeah, my dad's two sisters and my mom's much cooler younger brother. Her older sisters are not as nice and you know it."

"Well, I never met them so I don't really know it." Brittany mused.

"Don't get technical Brittany." Santana responded around her toothbrush.

"I just feel bad because your mom told me it would mean so much to her and that all of her family was coming. She said if we didn't we would be like the only ones who didn't come and she feels like it would be like a shame on her."

"Babe," Santana said as she rinsed her mouth and tossed off her clothes. "To these people we're already a shame on her by just being together." She sighed sadly and cupped Brittany's cheek before kissing her sweetly. "Don't worry, I'll talk to my mom. I don't know why she'd even want this anyway. Usually this is the kind of thing she wants to hide. She must have attended one too many PFLAG meetings."

"What do flags have to do with this? Like Latina ones?" Santana laughed.

"No sweetie, the organization for the friends and families of gays and lesbians."

"Oh!" Brittany said as the light bulb clicked. "That one."

"Anyway, don't stress it. I'll talk to my mom."

"Don't you want to go? Even a little?" she asked innocently.

"Eh, I don't think I'm ready to see my abuela yet Brittany. She'll never get it." She said sadly. "She's older and from a different generation. It's just not something she can grasp."

"But maybe she'll come around a little. I mean we can be toned down."

"Brittany, I love you too much to hide it anymore. We've come too far." She tangled her hand with Brittany's left one lifting up her wedding band and engagement ring. "You're my wife Britt. We're married and one day in the not too distant future we're going to have a family." Brittany smiled proudly. "We can't go back to toning it down and we shouldn't have to. You're my life now sweetie."

"Santana." Brittany said with a smile as she brought both her hands to Santana's face to hold her cheeks. "You have always been my life." She said seriously and Santana smiled before kissing her tenderly. "We'll do whatever you want. I just don't want you regretting anything or for your mom to be hurt or mad again." Santana shook her head.

"Don't worry about her. I'll handle it. And me? I'll never regret anything that has to do with being with you." She smiled and tugged Brittany's hand. "Come on."

"Where?" Brittany asked confusedly but lifted from her position against the sink anyway.

"Shower. I'm a little early." She smirked and Brittany giggled before shedding her own pajamas and joining her.


"What do you want to do Rach? I mean I'm sure Santana has your best interests at heart. But ultimately, it's what you want." Finn said as he settled in next to her on the couch.

"I don't know." She said with a sigh. "I mean Santana is strongly pushing for me to take the Broadway role. But we all know that playing back up is not my strong suit. And this isn't even a substantial role. "

"Well, you said yourself that Broadway is it's own thing. I mean, you always say it that nothing compares to being in an actual Broadway play. Don't you think you'd want to experience the magic of that?"

"Are you insinuating that I'll never be able to experience the magic of Broadway as a lead?" she asked.

"No! No, not at all are you kidding?" he said. "I totally believe you'll be able to be a lead. I just…maybe Santana has a point and you should get your foot in the door. I know you want to be the start, but if that's what you're really going for it kind of makes sense."

"I would win critical acclaim in this role and it's my dream role." She insisted. "If I generate the kind of buzz that I'm certain I can it won't be long before someone is knocking on my door for a Broadway spot. I'm certain of it." He sighed.

"You know a lot more about this stuff than me. I think both of you have points."

"I've been working hard for years already Finn, doing workshops and off-off Broadway and off-Broadway shows. It's not like I haven't been working. The market is just so difficult. It's harder than I ever anticipated."

"But you're doing great babe. I mean, everything you've been in, people have loved it."

"I know…I just…I need to get to my goal Finn. I want to be on Broadway. I want to star in a show and win a Tony award." He frowned.

"I really thought that one workshop was going so well."

"Yes except for the fact that we lost all the investors for the play." She sighed. "Maybe I should take the lesser role and get myself onto a stage." She paused. "I just don't want to get stuck playing those roles for my entire career." He frowned and considered.

"Then go with your gut."

"Really?" she asked, hopefully.

"Yeah. I mean, Santana's great, but she's just finding her feet too. Go with what you think is right. Take the lead role." She smiled and threw her arms around his neck.

"I knew you'd understand."

"I just want you to be happy." He said with a shrug and leaned back to kiss her forehead. "And if being the star is what makes you happy then being the star is exactly what you should do."

"Well that settles it. First thing tomorrow I'll tell Santana that I've made my decision." He scrunched his face in confusion.

"We're going to see Santana in a couple hours Rach."

"Yes, but I made a very firm promise not to talk any shop this evening." She said seriously. "She'll kill if I bring this up."

"Oh, yeah, then definitely for the sake of everyone's evening. No talking shop." He nodded.


"You're going to make me a big, big star Santana. And do you now how I know? I have faith in you!" Rachel slurred as she rested her hand on Santana's shoulder.

"It's about time."

"I think the offers are both outstanding."

"You swore that there would be no talk of offers or Broadway on this trip Rachel." Santana said, standing up.

"Oh…right, right…yeah…I keep forgetting that." She giggled as Finn threw the bowling ball down the alley. "Yes!" she yelled as it knocked over the remaining pins. "High five."

"How did I let you guys convince me to go bowling?" Santana frowned. "I hate bowling."

"Because this is a not just a lame bowling alley. This place is awesome." Brittany smirked.

"The atmosphere may be great, but it doesn't change the fact that I'm in embarrassing rented bowling shoes and making a fool out of myself." She huffed as she lined herself up to go and Brittany smirked.

"Just get your cute ass up there and throw the ball." Brittany said, sipping back her vodka and orange juice as Santana turned back and scowled at her. She set and then moved forward to toss the ball.

"Don't miss!" Rachel yelled loudly as Santana let go of the ball and it headed straight for the gutter. Brittany and Finn burst out in laughter as Santana turned around with angry eyes, muttering fiercely in Spanish.

"You're dead."

"Uh-oh." Rachel said, shrinking back as her eyes widened.

"I deserve a re-rack. That was completely unfair." She said, stomping.

"San, it's just a game." She looked back at Brittany like she had 3 heads.

"Are you out of your mind?" she asked with shock. "Just a game? I will not lose to the dopey duo over here especially not because one of them has resorted to cheating."

"There's no rules about noise when you're bowling Santana. This place is beyond loud." Finn insisted.

"That was a different kind of loud." She spat. "Loud music does not equal the shrill shriek of Berry trying to throw off my game." She said nodding in Rachel's direction.

"I was merely wishing you luck." Rachel said with a playful smile.

"Oh you were, were you? Luck?" Santana said. "Maybe I'll teach you a thing or two about luck." She said, approaching Rachel as Brittany grabbed her back.

"Okay, okay, no killing anyone tonight."

"Yeah, you wouldn't want to destroy your top client." Rachel smirked and Santana opened her mouth to speak but Brittany held up a hand, stopping her.

"Okay, okay. I think that's enough bowling for one night. Why don't we go back to the Station and get some free drinks?" she asked and Santana frowned.

"If we leave does it count as a forfeit?"

"Why do you have to be so competitive?" Brittany asked with frustration and Santana bit her lip.

"I'm not competitive…I just like to win." She stated plainly and Brittany laughed. "Don't laugh!"

"Look, we forfeit." Finn said, holding his hands up.

"We do not!" Rachel protested.

"Yes we do." He said, glancing over to an agitated Santana. "We totally forfeit." Santana looked skeptical but shrugged.

"Fine, my feet are begging to get out of these freak shoes anyway. Let's move." She said, sitting down to untie the laces. "We should have invited Quinn. She'd never have voted for bowling." She muttered tossing one aside."


"I think we should make jello shots!" Rachel said, jumping up and down as they pushed into Brittany and Santana's apartment.

"Shhhhh." Santana said. "Do you have to operate at maximum volume all of the time?" She asked with annoyance, stumbling towards the kitchen. "And we're not making jello shots at 3 in the morning. "They'll never be ready." She said, tripping over her own feet and giggling as she made her way to the refrigerator as Rachel pouted.

"We should have a dance party!" Brittany said hopping up and down.

"Britts, it's too late to have a dance party." Santana laughed as Brittany turned on the stereo, blasting a song and ignoring her as she danced around the living room. "Lower that!" she said and Brittany complied, lowering it a hair but continuing on as Santana mixed drinks.

Twenty minutes later after Brittany had given Rachel some amusing training in the latest hip hop moves, they sat around the living room playing a game of drunken Jenga.

"Damnit, this game is hard enough to play sober." Rachel grumbled as she strategically worked to pick a piece out of the stack. She smiled triumphantly as she got one and placed is gently on top.

"You're so going to be the one to topple it." Santana said, shaking her head as the tower swayed.

"This is so much fun!" Rachel gushed. "We should all live together again!"

"No!" The other three yelled in unison.

"Why not?" she demanded with a frown. "We always have fun when we're together and living in that apartment were some of the best years of my life." She said and Santana rolled her eyes.

"Oh stop with the high drama. We could never dream of fitting into an apartment again."

"Well clearly not an apartment. We can buy a house together!"

"That's just creepy Rachel." Brittany deadpanned as she quickly and easily plucked out a game piece and stuck it easily on top of the pile.

"I will never understand how easily you can do that." Finn said with amazement.

"I'm like a ninja."

"She's totally a ninja." Santana agreed, sipping her drink.

"I'm a ninja too." Rachel smirked.

"No Rachel, I'm the only ninja here." Brittany said matter of factly.

"What does that make me?"

"A hobbit." Santana shrugged and Rachel sighed.

"That joke was old 10 year ago."

"I actually still find it quite amusing." Santana laughed. "I think it's shot time." She said. "Britt?"

"On it!" Brittany said standing. "I never really got why you say 'on it'." She said thoughtfully as she stood. "I mean….I'm not actually getting on anything."

"Britt." Santana whined.

"Okay, okay….shots!"


"Oh my god, I am never drinking again." Santana said as she slowly lifted her head from the rough surface she quickly realized was a rug. She lifted head only to hit it painfully on what she realized was the top of her wooden bed frame. "Oh, what the fuck?"

Crawling out from under the bed, she looked around but there was no sign of Brittany. "Britt? She called, looking down at herself and seeing she was still fully dressed from the previous night.

She walked into the bathroom but found it empty. After rinsing her mouth out she made her way into the hall, peeking cautiously into the guest room and frowning when she saw Rachel cuddled up on the small chair next to the bed, the blanket covering her tightly.

"What the hell happened?" she muttered to herself, shutting the door and making her way into the living room where Finn sat passed out on the couch in the exact position he had been last night. "That I remember." She shook her head and walked into the kitchen where, on the floor in nothing but her bra and a pair of shorts laid Brittany, clutching Ariel tightly as she partially used her for a pillow. Her drink and a silver cat bowl sat next to her.

"Britt." She said gently, bending down to shake her lightly. "Brittany!"

"No, we can't go there, the gnomes will get us." Brittany groaned, nuzzling further into the cat who whined below her looking to Santana for help.

"Brittany, sweetie. Get up." Brittany blinked her eyes open but immediately closed them at the sight of the light.

"What? Where am I?" she asked, eyes squeezed tightly shut.

"The kitchen floor." Santana frowned. "You slept out here…I think."

"Oh…I guess I passed out."

"What the hell were you doing?" she asked, motioning towards the cat and the drink.

"I think I was trying to bond with Ariel and teach her how to drink responsibly." Santana stifled a laugh but then turned serious.

"Oh god, there's not alcohol in that bowl, is there?" Brittany bit her lip and Santana grabbed it, smelling it and instantly feeling sick as she tossed it into the sink. "You can't feed cats alcohol! You know that!"

"I know! I just…must have forgotten that rule yesterday." She frowned and held her head. "I was kind of drunk."

"Yeah, I realized that sometime between when you lost your shirt and started researching real estate with Rachel."

"Oh god, really? Yikes. I thought I remember saying that was creepy."

"Yeah, well you didn't feel that way so much an hour later."

"I must have blocked that part out. Ugh. What time is it?"

"9:10."

"Oh god, why are we even up?"

"I have to work." Santana sighed. "I'm going to tell them I'll take the morning meetings from home."

"Shit. What time did we go to bed?"

"It's blurry, but the last I can remember is you breaking out the secret stash of ancient weed at 4:30. I didn't even think that stuff would be effective it's so old."

"Oh!" Brittany giggled. "That's when the helicopter passed and you hit the ground because you thought we were being invaded." She said, rolling over in laughter and Santana scrunched up her nose. "You were so paranoid. You crawled away and hid and I couldn't find you."

"I guess that explains why I woke up under the bed." Santana said with a sigh and Brittany laughed loudly.

"You slept under our bed?" she asked.

"Yeah." She said, standing and reaching her hand to Brittany to pull her up. "What else happened?"

"Well Finn was already passed out, but Rachel went outside on the fire escape for a while to be one with the environment or something?" she shrugged. "And then I chased the cats around the house but Ariel didn't want to play anymore so that's when I tried to get her to loosen up and bond."

"Over vodka."

"Seemed like a good idea at the time." She said sheepishly as they headed into the bedroom and Brittany collapsed in the bed. Santana bent down and kissed her softly.

"I'll order brunch in a while. I'm going to get on with work, but I'll bring you some water and asprin."

"Thanks baby." Brittany smiled and pecked her once more.

"I haven't drank that much in a while. And forget how long it's been since I smoked pot."

"Yeah, that seemed like a good idea at the time too." Brittany frowned.

"Yeah well…" Santana chuckled and shook her head. "Berry is pretty amusing stoned so I guess it was worth it."

"True."

"Be back." Santana smiled.

An couple hours later Rachel stumbled out of the guest room and grabbed a cup of the coffee Santana had ordered, taking a seat next to her at the table as Santana typed an email.

"How can you possibly be working?" Rachel rasped, sipping the coffee and Santana looked at her with a sigh.

"Trust me, I'm barely surviving. I cannot wait to be done so I can sleep." She said, clutching her forehead.

"My back is killing me."

"Yeah, well you slept in the chair."

"I don't like sleeping in the bed alone anymore." She said. "The chair felt more cuddly."

"Hey, I slept under my bed. No judgment."

"So that's where you hid when you thought the invasion was happening." Santana rolled her eyes at herself and winced at the pain.

"That would be the spot." She groaned. "We are clearly not in college anymore."

"Not at all." Rachel agreed.

"Oh well, it was fun while it lasted I guess." Santana said, before returning to her email.

"Well, while I have you alone and on working hours," Rachel began, grabbing at a bagel and some fruit from the center of the table. "I should tell you I've made my decision on which offer I'd like to take."

"Oh?" Santana asked with a raised eyebrow.

"Yes. I'd like to take the Evita role." She said stubbornly and Santana just shook her head.

"Whatever you want Berry."

"Why are you so opposed?"

"I've given you my opinions. You don't agree. You do what you think is right. I'm not going to push you. I'm sure you'll be great."

"You're really giving up that easily?"

"It's not like I can win. It's your life., your career. There's only so much I can do for you Rachel." She said. "It's not the worst move. I just think the other one would have been smarter." She shrugged. "We'll start talking with them next week."

"Okay." Rachel said with a nervous smile. "Thank you. It's not that I don't trust you…"

"Why would you? I've only been in this business to one degree or another for the past 5 years and have a masters in my field."

"Santana, it's not like that. I assure you I appreciate what you've done for me. I just….this is what I feel is right. But really, thank you."

"You're welcome." She said with a small sigh of resignation, tossing a few papers at her. "Here are a few more commercials. In case you're interested." Rachel glanced at them.

"I'll take them home and look over them later." She nodded.

"Mmm, brunch!" Brittany said, bouncing into the kitchen and grabbing a coffee. She took a sip and put the cup on the table before throwing her arms around Santana's neck and pecking her cheek. "Hey sexy."

"Oh god, spare me please."

"Hey, you can go home. No one is keeping you here." Santana warned with a scowl before smiling and turning back to meet Brittany's lips. "Hey baby."

"Are you staying home today?"

"I have to take a shower and get to midtown for 1." She frowned. "Sorry."

"It's okay. I'm going to sleep all day anyway." She laughed and sat next to her.

"Lucky you."

"Morning." Finn stumbled in sleepily, kissing Rachel's head before plopping into the chair next to her and grabbing a sandwich. "Starving." He said. "What the hell happened last night?"

"You passed out around 4." Santana said. "Somewhere before Rachel and Brittany decided to buy a house together and broke out our very old stash of pot."

"Wow." He said.

"Don't worry, we move in next month, you'll have plenty of time to see it before." Brittany smiled and his eyes shot open.

"What?" The girls burst out laughing and he scowled. "Not funny."

"Oh no, that was more than funny. That was priceless." She said, high fiving Brittany. "Good one Britt."

"Thanks." Brittany chuckled.

"So does this mean you're all still opposed to buying a house?" Rachel smiled.

"Yes!" they answered in unison.