Santana had driven Brittany, per her request, straight to the dance studio to meet everyone.
Brittany walked into the studio, taking in her surroundings. It had a lobby, two studio rooms, dressing rooms and an office. It wasn't massive, but it was obviously well-kept, and served its purpose.
A blonde with a pixie type hair-cut came out of the office and offered her hand to Brittany, to shake.
"Hello, I'm Quinn Fabray, artistic director. Thank you so much for coming, everyone is so excited. Please let myself or my assistant know if there is anything you need."
"Thank you, Ms. Fabray. Ms. Lopez has already been very welcoming and helpful." Brittany replied.
"Please, call me Quinn. Even though we have high standards here, we prefer first names, even the children call me Quinn."
"That is great, I am sure the children love that." Brittany said smiling.
"Speaking of children, I do have to prepare for a rehearsal we are having—we are running through the party scene one last time, followed by snow. Santana can take you to your hotel to rest, if you'd like." Quinn instructed.
"Would it be ok to stay? I would like to find some space to stretch out and do some light work—I am pretty tight from flying. I'd also love to watch a bit of the rehearsals." Brittany responded.
"Of course, Santana can show you around and help you with anything you might need." Quinn began, but was interrupted by a child's excited voice.
"Mommy, Mommy!" A small brunette child ran inside and flung herself at Quinn's legs.
"Please excuse this little munchkin's wild antics. This is my six year old daughter, Regan." Quinn said and the little girl looked at Brittany and beamed.
"Is that the princess?" she asked, and the adults giggled.
"Close, it's the Sugar Plum Fairy, kiddo." Santana said.
"Auntie Tana! I didn't even see you," Regan said and embraced her.
"Heya, where did you come from, by the way, did you run here?" Santana asked.
"Regan Barbara Berry-Fabray, where are you?" a frantic voice came through the doorway.
"I'm here Mama!" Regan said.
"Darling, remember what I said about waiting for mama-" a petite brunette said coming around the corner, and stopped, realizing there was a visitor. "Oh my word, I am so sorry to interrupt. You must be Ms. Pierce!" the brunette said, looking embarrassed.
"It's fine, Rachel. Brittany, this is my wife Rachel." Quinn said, as Rachel shook Brittany's hand. "I know we aren't quite a traditional family, I hope that does not bother you."
"I live in New York—totally not bothered at all." Brittany replied, and caught Santana's eye, and Santana blushed.
"Well, I have to get ready for rehersals. And now that my favorite little assistant is here, I better get going. " Quinn said, taking Ragan's hand.
"It was nice to meet you Brittany!" Rachel said following Quinn.
"You as well."
Brittany found herself staring after the happy little family.
"They are pretty great, those three. It hasn't always been easy in Ohio, but we have a great group of families at the ballet school. We even have a few other kids with same-sex parents, it's nice for them to have someone to relate to, and not be judged by." Santana said.
"That is so great, kids really do need spaces to feel accepted and loved." Brittany said. "Now can you please help me find a place to stretch, my legs are killing me."
"Right this way, we have another studio. I'm afraid our accompanist will be at rehearsals-Quinn insists on piano versus CD. You will have to make due with CD in our other studio for tonight, I'm afraid."
"Totally fine, I just need something light, Mozart perhaps."
"We have plenty of that. Do you need help stretching out? I sometimes help the teens and adults stretch out—I have taken some physical therapy classes just for that purpose." Santana offered.
"That would be great-we have people in NYC that help us with that, so it would be very helpful, if you have time."
"You are my #1 priority while you are here, so anything else can just wait." Santana said and Brittany laughed.
"#1 huh? So what if I told you I needed blue M & M's only in my dressing room?" Brittany said teasingly.
"Well, I'd pick the blue ones out for you and feed the rest to Regan." Santana said and the two laughed.
As Brittany entered the studio, Santana cued up some music and Brittany lay down on the floor, doing some full body stretches.
Santana came over and they went through various stretches. After a few moves, Brittany started feeling better already.
Santana lifted her right leg up, and slowly stretched it towards Brittany's head. Brittany groaned with appreciation and Santana blushed.
"You don't like my groans?" Brittany asked, teasingly.
"Your groans are fine—I mean, um..." Santana said, gaping for words.
"Relax; I'm just messing with you, San." Brittany said and reached out and grasped Santana's hand. Santana's eyes flickered up to Brittany's, and the two held each other's gaze, until Santana gently put Brittany's leg down, and moved to the other one.
Brittany grimaced and said "I'm so tight." Santana blushed again, without fail, and Brittany giggled.
"You are so bad, Britt." Santana said rolling her eyes.
"Sorry, I can't help myself. Not when…"Brittany trailed off.
"When what?" Santana questioned.
"Not when the person who gets to help me this week, is so damn beautiful." Brittany said and she hard Santana's breathing hitch. Santana gently put Brittany's leg down and walked over to the CD player, to change the music.
"I'm going to let you finish up in here, I think I better call the hotel and verify everything is in order for your arrival." Santana said, avoiding Brittany's eyes.
Brittany sat up, confused to as to what had happened. "San, wait. I'm sorry if I said something that offended you."
Santana stopped in the doorway, and turned back to meet Brittany's gaze.
"It's not what you said. I just…we can't go down this path. I'm sorry, I just can't jeopardize this for either of us." Santana said quietly and she turned to walk out of the room.
Brittany lay back down on the floor and sighed. She had hardly been here two hours, and it was already complicatd.