DISCLAIMER: Why would I write this if I was RIB?

A/N: This one is basically all-dialogue. Most aren't, but this was the only way I could think of to portray this scene.

Where In The World Were Brittany and Santana During The Tonys?

"Jesse? It's Santana."

"Hi. You still coming tonight?"

"I don't think we'll be able to, sorry. Tell Berry that we'll be watching here, though."

"Are you two alright?"

Jesse St. James worrying about her well-being was still mind-boggling to Santana.

"Uh, Lord Tubbington died. Brit's shaken up."

"Tell her Rache and I send our condolences."

"Yeah. Gotta go. Bye."

Santana returned to her wife's side and wrapped her arms around her.

"IVF doesn't always work. You know that." Brit nodded.

"I wanted this."

"We both did. But aren't you glad we didn't tell anyone we were doing it, though?"

"Very."